Tim Wise ended up inviting us into the venue. We took our seats in the far back corner of the auditorium, relieved to be sitting for the first time after our ordeal. The air conditioning brought the pepper spray stinging my scraped knuckles down to a mild irritation. The diverse crowd eagerly clapped for the anti-White celebrity as he shuffled up to the podium. We booed, of course, but were drowned out by the vast sea of gullible college kids cheering on White Genocide.
He immediately referenced the brawl, describing it as “some controversy”, and opining wistfully about how he regretted that he was too old and crusty to have joined the radicals who jumped us. He didn’t merely ignore his rough men. He didn’t merely distance himself from them. He didn’t offer a boilerplate denunciation of violence. Tim Wise embraced and praised his radicals. This is in stark contrast to how men of the Right work, with their eagerness to throw their men to the right of them off the sleigh to keep the wolves of mockery at bay.
Up until the event, it had been a bit of a rough week for us. Matthew Heimbach was publicly denounced by the League of the South. A few months earlier, it bestowed on him their most prestigious Nathaniel Bedford Forrest Award. When the Southern Poverty Law Center found a picture of Heimbach hanging out with some klansmen in Kentucky, Michael Cushman, Michael Hill, and other League dignitaries tripped over themselves to appease their overlords, taking turns insulting and attacking the man who had been consistently loyal and courageous.
I’m waiting for the League’s reaction when the SPLC exposes Nathaniel Bedford Forrest’s “links” to the Klan!
You never leave a fallen comrade. You choose solidarity with allies over fear of the enemy’s stigma. Tim Wise gets that. Barack Obama gets that. Numerous leaders in our own movement don’t get that, …because they’re dishonorable. They couch their cowardice in lofty tactical and strategic terms, but what deserter doesn’t concoct a plausible excuse? White heritage and identity are in retreat, and our “leaders” are disproportionately the men out in front…the men “leading” the retreat. I’m opposed to Tim Wise and my goals are very similar to the stated goals of the League; but it’s abundantly clear that Tim Wise’s approach when the chips are down is more honorable than the craven and cowardly approach of the League of the South.
I was standing on the busy street corner of the Indiana State campus with one of Thomas Buhls’ awesome signs–signs even Tim Wise grudgingly praised later on in the evening–when three sketchy characters in skinny jeans, hoodies, and other hipster stylings strolled up and claimed to be joining us. One of them asked Thomas for a light, then sucker punched him in the mouth when he reached into his pocket.
I dove into the fight. Predictably, their first target was the defenseless old man who had joined us. In hindsight, I suppose I should have landed a solid punch on the antifa while I was in a position to do so, …but I had no idea what I was doing. I jumped on the guy in the blue shirt, pulling him off the old man and flying to the ground. I was holding him down with me with my right arm while my dominant arm kept trying to punch him in the face. He kept punching the top and back of my head and jabbing it with his elbow but I barely felt it. I just wanted to get a decisive punch to his face but kept striking the side of his head.
My guy suddenly disappeared, Thomas had knocked him clean off of me. I’ll never forget that big bloody smile on his face and the wild look in his eyes as he was standing there over me.
I scrambled up. Our allies from the Knight’s Party had chased off the two other guys, but Heimbach and Thomas were still engaging the poor HARM goon in the middle of the busy street. With impressive Christian restraint, they pinned him to the ground while he was shrieking and spitting and still trying to punch them. We didn’t come there to fight, and we stopped fighting the moment he stopped fighting.
Unlike the antifa, we do everything we can to avoid violence. We never threaten or provoke it. Their entire movement orbits around the threat of violence, united in the belief that the final authority in this material realm of theirs is physical force. How awkward for them that these thugs got their asses beat at their own game of beating asses, on their own anti-White campus! Their leaders keep lulling these stupid kids into disastrous boondoggles, burning through their apparently inexhaustible supply of psuedo-intellectual faggots who fall for their vintage Marxist tripe and glossy hipster “scene”.
At some point, perhaps the kids they throw into the meat grinder will wise up to Tim Wise, but I’m not holding my breath.
The Global Left is learning the hard way in its overseas campaigns against jihadis that all their dollars and goons are powerless against a handful of men and women united by a transcendent vision. Right here at home, they’re beginning to learn the hard way that our Christian crusader mentality is just as immune to their social and material threats and temptations. We don’t answer to their money and we don’t bend to their force. They’ve thrown their ADL, their SPLC, their most vicious thugs, and their most eloquent bullshitters at TradYouth and we’re standing our ground.
They’ve surely got more persecution and harassment planned for us, but it’s already too late. The Knights Party members, Thomas, Heimbach, and our anonymous donors have already inspired thousands more with their example of selfless courage and sacrifice in defense of tribe, tradition, and trinity. Neither photo bombs nor actual bombs will stop us. I’m proud to be “linked” to the men who fought alongside us yesterday.
Other groups can carry on with their supposedly clever strategies of trying to reach “normal” people by pretending to be normal. The contemporary American norm favors appearance over substance, respect over honor, and compromise over principles. May those groups which have chosen to stand in solidarity with the men attacking us achieve all the “respectability” and “reputation” the Left has to offer them. Godspeed and good riddance.
As Thomas and I enjoyed cigarettes we had knocked out of our opponents’ tight little pockets that evening, I reflected on how Tim Wise had teased us about our meager numbers. “Five guys!”, he chortled repeatedly. We handily won the rhetorical fight against his army of counter-protesters, we ripped apart his arguments in the Q&A, and we had Tim Wise’s own thugs whimpering for mercy (mercy we extended, mind you) in a puddle of their own snot and tears. If we can achieve that with our modest vanguard, imagine how quickly we’ll have them on the run when the rest of the Right musters up some courage and solidarity.