Advocating for White Identity is so much easier now than it was in the 20th Century. Most activists my age, including myself, are products of the Internet. I discovered these issues on the Internet. I networked with pretty much everybody I’m involved with on the Internet, most of whom also came around because of the Internet. And, of course, the overwhelming majority of my activist work is where most dissident political work takes place nowadays; on the Internet.
Money can’t distort things online the way it does in real life. There’s little financial pressure here. It’s easy to anonymize yourself to avoid losing your job. There’s little social pressure or social stigma online. Borrowing a Leftist term, the web is a phenomenal “safe space” which allows pro-White dissidents to flourish and thrive in a world hellbent on snuffing it out. When it comes to White Identity, stepping away from the computer and into the real world is tantamount to an astronaut returning from space dealing with gravity again after months of weightlessness. Even when we do “real world” activism (and we do more than any other comparable organization), it’s the temporal tip of a digital iceberg.
A small handful of men weren’t snuffed out by the incredible forces aligned against 20th Century activists. Willis Carto passed away earlier this week, just short of ninety years old, having invested every last bit of his substantial wealth, reputation, and creative energy in defying the unstoppable historical forces which dominated his place in time; 20th Century America.
It pains me that he passed on before his work could reach fruition, before the West liberated itself from its captors and oppressors. His impressive fortune, a fortune he selflessly invested in me, you, and our future generations, was no match for the trillions and trillions invested in subverting, perverting, and destroying our people and our future.
When asked why I would align myself with a cause that poisons my reputation, I jokingly respond that I’m kind of a big deal to the billions of White folks who’ve lived before and the billions yet to come who depend on my work during this dark hour in the history of our people. There are some promising signs that effective resistance and real hope may well emerge during my own life and time. If so, I’ll be humbled by the knowledge that I was not alive during the darkest hour for our people. Sure, the demographic situation is steadily worsening, but my generation is empowered to educate and organize in a way that the Jews made impossible for the men who came before us.
The torch is easier to bear now than it was in the mid- to late-20th Century, and no single man in America more vigorously carried the torch of resistance than Willis Carto. It’s a common sport to lament the dysfunction and disarray of the numerous White Nationalist and Dissident Right organizations established by Carto, some of which remain, still performing valuable work. But it’s almost impossible to imagine where our movement would be without him and his leadership and investment.
My perspective on history and the human condition is systems-oriented. Humans generally drift into the movements and roles like water rolling down a hill, and even most “great” humans are merely exceptional avatars of systems and processes which transcend themselves and over which they have little influence or control. Your typical historian tends to take a romantic approach and most activists imagine themselves as somehow standing above and beyond humanity, pretending to guide and direct it all while they’re merely interchangeable components.
Carto threatens my systemic approach to history, as I honestly don’t know if White Identity and resistance to Organized Jewry would have survived that abysmal century without the selfless and superhuman dedication of this one great man. If it’s WWII revisionism, racial realism, scholarship on Jewish subversion, opposition to Marxism, or resistance to Leftist degeneracy, if the material you’re relying on was produced in the 20th Century, chances are, Willis Carto played a behind the scenes role in stewarding its creation.
Even our supposedly fresh ideas, like looking to a post-Soviet Russia as a potential beacon of resistance to our globalist oppressors, find antecedents in Carto’s earliest work and in the work of his cardinal inspiration, the visionary author of Imperium, Francis Parker Yockey. Even our “new” and “innovative” projects, if you “follow the money” and understand our movement well enough to know who mentors and supports who, are derived at least partially, and often substantially, from initiatives and projects initially kicked off by Willis Carto.
There’s a tremendous pressure in our cause to indulge that impulse to break with the past, disavow the legacies of the men who preceded us in our work, and play off like we truly stand apart from our mentors and forebears. I won’t impose on others’ egos, but I will speak for myself: I am a facsimile, a reflection and projection of the great men who came before me. Even when I’m being original, it’s a variation on a score conducted long before I was born.
Whether it’s Adolf Hitler, George Lincoln Rockwell, Dr. William Pierce, or Willis Carto, I categorically refuse to play that dishonorable and prideful game. I won’t throw my comrades off the sleigh to keep the wolves at bay. I don’t necessarily endorse all of these mens’ actions and beliefs, but they most certainly belong to a pantheon of comrades and allies in a common struggle against the genocidal enemies of our precious birthright and posterity.
As can be expected, his most persistent and hurtful nemeses were also men of the Right and men who posture to the right. The most vicious attack on him and his character came from the National Review. Their exhaustive 1971 hit piece, “The Strange Story of Willis Carto,” is a comprehensive attempt to assassinate his character. The article has aged well, though not in the manner the author intended. It’s more timely now than ever as a demonstration of how, from the very beginning, the National Review existed to subvert authentic resistance. It dismisses his fascist and racialist perspective as fanatical, dismissively offering up his belief that America was going to end up delivered over to a nightmare swarm of Jewish oligarchs and third world invaders as evidence of his madness.
A few decades later, here we are. Carto’s still depicted as a right wing crank and yet the GOP primary candidates openly beg for the largesse of the handful of Jewish oligarchs who control American politics and openly espouse an anti-White, degenerate, and Jewish agenda. Our dispossession at the hands of economic migrants from the Global South is now an uncontroversial demographic reality. Our multiple neo-colonial wars at the behest of the Jewish Lobby carry on unabated.
His supposedly extreme “absolute politics” have proven less cranky in hindsight than Barry Goldwater’s libertarian ideals, John Birch Society’s anti-Communist fixation, and William F. Buckley, Jr’s contrarian counter-signaling. Had the people of the sixties enjoyed Carto’s prescience, they would have resisted integration, driven entryist Jews out of their sinecures, stood firm against the 1965 Immigration Act, and voted in a government strong enough to protect them from their enemies at home and abroad.
The Americans of yesteryear who smiled and clapped along with the Civil Rights movement would have turned against it if they had known that their grandchildren would be cast into a world where Black criminals are depicted as heroes and the peace officers battling them are cast as villains. They would have built the wall with their own hands if they had known that immigration laws would be used to bring in enough immigrants to permanently pervert the demographic process in favor of the anti-White globalist agenda. They would have invested as much of their fortunes, reputations, and creative energy in fighting the enemies of our folk as Willis Carto did if they had enjoyed his clarity of vision and conviction.
Willis Carto was perhaps the most tireless and prolific of White Identity’s winter soldiers, the men who fought for the West for decade after decade with no sign of light at the end of the tunnel. The world’s rapidly changing, and broad historical processes are affording us opportunities and hope denied to our fallen comrades of yesteryear. As we grow in influence, strength, and opportunity, our cause will flood with sunshine patriots eager to dive in after the sacrifices have been made and victory is in sight. Historians will grant credit for our future victory to the men who happen to be at the right place and time, and those men will certainly deserve some credit for their sacrifices.
But my greatest admiration will be for those unsung heroes who made that victory possible and didn’t live to see it through or take credit, men like Willis Carto.