Honour | One of the most important things my father, and my uncles,
and my grandfather had was honour. It was necessary because they lived in a bad
world, in a country occupied by communists and everybody you spoke to could be
a Securitate informant. Which is why honour was important. The social system was so
based on the alien values of communism that all a man had was what he was. Respect was given and received based on these metrics and
our men were strong and true. My father, much as he was married to an evil bitch from hell
, never for a second considered divorcing her and leaving his child despite
every second at home being a living hell. My grandfather, a Romanian nationalist who knew and worked
with Codreanu and spent 14 years in prison for the crime of being a legionnaire
and a patriot never told his wife that she wasn’t Jewish, albeit he knew from
the day he married her. When we did find out, when one of my cousins tried to immigrate
to Israel under the law of return only to be told that he didn’t qualify
because in the papers of the local synagogue my grandmother figured as “Christian
girl Theodora”, grandfather told us that he knew, and he happily changed the
plaque on her tombstone to her real name so that God might know his lost lamb. He’d rather face the stigma than break the heart of his
wife, and he did. And the people around
him including the Captain, who hated Jews, knew and accepted his choice. That is honour. My other grandfather was a poor peasant from the mountains.
At the end of the war the country was taken over by communists, and he wouldn’t
have that. Together with a few friends, this poor peasant with 2 years of
school, who could barely read and write his own name, who never had shoes until
he was drafted took to the mountains to defend his people and land from the
Communist scourge. We never knew how he died. He was unheard of after 1951, and
communists didn’t quite keep records of whom they killed back then. Did he even know what he was fighting for? Because democracy
was not a thing for us. But freedom was.
Did he even ask himself why he left his wife and kids behind? No. His land and people were in danger so he did what any man of
our people did for centuries, took his weapon and go fight off the invaders. His wife never begrudged him that. She raised her kids by
working other people’s land, and when the famine left her too poor to feed all
three she gave away her youngest to a rich relative rather than have him
starve. She never resented his choice. She knew, because that is
what our women always did, that men’s work is higher work and that women’s work
is to support men and look after the home and the children while men do their
high work. This is honour. In my long travels through the West honour was one of the
rarest things I encountered. I have to teach my zoomer herd colleagues the
importance of it. Why one’s word matters. Why marriage is sacred. These kids, raised in a rich decadent Western country… had
no idea what honour is. Why it’s the only thing that matters. The only thing
that makes us, US. Honour is all a man has. He can be tired, fallible, cold. He
can lose the fights of life. But as long as he has honour, as long as his word is true,
he has all he needs to be a good man. Our culture is based on honour. On the entirety of this mud
spheroid only us and the Japanese have the understanding of what honour of a
man is. But as a new generation is rising, who imbibed all the lies
until they became immune to it and are naturally returning to our people’s
traditions? There’s nothing more important in the world than the fact that they
are taught honour. We’re nothing without it. We can’t live without it and
surviving without it isn’t worth it. Soon, very soon, the war fought covertly against us will
break out in the open. Every white man will have to fight or submit to our
enemies and die. Which is why honour matters. Which is why it’s the job of White
men to be honourable and true. Which is why it’s the job of White women to support our men
in their higher work and be honourable in theirs- to be mothers and look after
the house, to be our men’s shelter from a hostile universe, to give care and
healing when they return to us wounded from battle. It’s our job to be not burdens to them but support and
shelter. To guard the home while they are away and to preserve it. White people need honour and purpose to thrive. What’s killing us is the lack of it. |
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