“The beauty and genius of a work of art may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished harmony may yet again inspire the composer; but when the last individual of a race of living things breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again.”
~ William Beebe
I want to weep at the very thought of the extinction of my people. Extinction is forever: the eternal death of a distinct form of life. The loss forever of a soul that sees the world as no other can see it. The eternal void left by a system missing a body and perspective that is unique and that has a place in the world all its own. A story that will never be lived again.
I cannot let my species die. The White race is mine and I am part of it. I cannot let it die. We cannot let this happen. We must do something, now, before it is too late. In 2,000 years I want there to be White people on this earth. I want people who look like me to still exist. I have a right to want my own to survive.
I love White people—all of them—even those who are yet unborn. The children who will come into a hostile world that hates and conspires against them. I love all White people with a depth that is hard to put into words: those who have lived and gone, those who live now, though I may never meet them, and those who will live, though I will never see them. For the White children of the future, most of all, I want them to be born.
I just want my race of living things to be.
There are some things we can do to make sure we continue to exist into the indefinite future:
- We must educate our people about the value of their identity, the value of their racial bonds, and the dire situation they now face.
- We must have more babies.
- White women and White men must get behind each other. (Right now, this is particularly aimed at White women: get behind your men!)
- We must stop all non-White immigration to all majority White countries, and deport all non-Whites from Europe.
We must never stop doing these things. Never drop our guard. Our fight is eternal, but our strength can be too.
As long as there is an earth we have a right to live on it. Until the heaven and earth passes away, Whites—as all other species/races on earth—deserve to exist. White genocide is real; White extinction is the result. The loss is forever. Don’t let it happen.