Love Your Race, 2005
by Kevin Alfred Strom

American Dissident Voices Broadcast of February 12, 2005

Welcome to American Dissident Voices. I'm Kevin Alfred Strom.

What is love? It is love that makes us embrace in passion, that
makes lovers cleave to one another in the sunshine and the storm,
that makes us excel and do great things for the sake of our loved
ones. It is love that makes the mother give up everything, or the
father lay down his life, for the child.

It is love that makes us see the smile of our beloved in perfect
focus across one hundred feet of bustling crowd and yet not see
the crowd at all. It is love that brings the blood to your face
as you return that smile, as in that very instant you realize
that she is indeed your beloved, something you did not know until
that golden moment. That's love.

We all feel these things. Even if we don't fully understand them,
we know that they are real, that they are part of us. Somehow we
know that they are vital, important, and precious. These feelings
of love make us do what we must do to carry on our precious
genetic inheritance to the next generation. Whether we want to
admit it or not, these feelings of love spring from our deepest
instincts.

Other creatures on this planet also engage in impressive acts of
love and dedication to bring forth the next generation of their
kind. Science writer Robert Ardrey wrote in his landmark book,
The Territorial Imperative, of one such creature:

"No natural hazard which this planet offers can rival those
circumstances assaulting the life expectancy of the emperor
penguin's young. The emperor breeds only on the ice of the
Antarctic continent. And he breeds in winter. When March comes,
and the southern Autumn darkens, the emperor and his wife and his
friends conduct their grave march inland across the ice to that
place where tradition dictates that they must breed. There will
be no nest of stones. She will lay her single egg on ice of
fathomless depth, and he will pick the egg up on his foot. Then
she will go away, back to the sea and their only source of food.
He will remain with the egg on his foot. The perpetual night will
enclose him. The Antarctic winter will blow, shudder, sigh, snap,
crush, torment the present as it has tormented all ages. He will
stand with the egg on his foot. He will stand very close among
his friends as shoulder to shoulder they preserve their heat.
There will be no argument, disputes over property, dominance,
borders, prerogatives. On rare occasions the night will clear to
reveal the Southern Cross in cruel arrangement. The southern
aurora will in ironic delicacy display its gentle, faraway veils,
shifting, impalpable, tantalizing, rewardless. More often the
storm will close down. All will vanish. There will be the wind
and the cold beyond calculation. There will be the horror of
nature's racket, and the horror of nature's silence. There will
be the terror of nature's incredible blackness. There will be the
terror of nature's soft illumination. And all the time the
emperor penguin and his friends will be standing in a dense,
unarguing mass, each with an egg on his foot, while slowly they
revolve, presenting to this one the periphery of Antarctic
hostility, presenting to that one a respite, a moment of comfort
and warmth in the heartland of the social body.

"For two months, this will be their dispensation. Then their
wives, fat and hearty, will return from the sea. The males will
surrender their eggs, themselves seek the succor of wide-open
waters, the freedom, the succulence of life. When they return,
the chicks will have hatched. Springtime will be on its way, and
the sunshine, and that most favorable season for the survival of
young. This, after all, was the whole evolutionary point, the
reason for the time of winter trial.

"Brooks too broad for leaping divide us from animal agony. Walls
too tall for weeping contain our sympathies. We cannot, with
prescience human or divine, apprehend the living moment in a mass
of male emperor penguins revolving each with an egg on his foot
in a dark, frozen, endless Antarctic night beneath frigid,
withdrawn, uncaring stars. You do not know, nor will you ever. I
shall not know, nor shall I ever."

As I said on one of the very first American Dissident Voices
radio programs, there is a very deep meaning and an important
lesson for us in Robert Ardrey's true story: We too, like the
emperor penguins, are the guardians of our genetic heritage, a
heritage passed down to us by the successful survival of our kind
from the beginning of organic life to today. Our genetic heritage
is a heritage of intelligence, physical strength and beauty,
creativity, and a capacity for an ever-expanding consciousness
and understanding of the universe. If at any stage in the
hundreds of millions of years of biological evolution, our
ancestors had failed to secure the survival of the next
generation of our people through stupidity or folly, we would not
be here today. It is easy to become absorbed in the many avenues
of money-making, pleasure and distraction available to us in our
modern world. It is easy to forget the fact that we, too, have a
responsibility to future generations to pass our race's genetic
heritage on undiminished. In a sense, we, like the emperor
penguin, have an egg on our foot -- that egg is the future of our
race -- and everything -- everything -- depends upon our
cooperation, solidarity, and determination to protect and defend
that genetic future against any who, whether out of malice or
stupidity, would destroy it.

Now the emperor penguin does not understand any of this, as far
as our science can tell. But some feeling, perhaps akin to our
emotions of love and our feelings of duty and loyalty, compel him
to behave as he does, compel him to "do the right thing" so that
his gene-patterns will have a chance at immortality. Like him, we
somehow "just know" what is right and good behavior toward our
loved ones. We somehow "just know" that it is right that a man
and a woman shall fall in love and marry and create a new family.
Unless there is something wrong with us, we "just know" that our
erotic impulse is meant for a member of the same race and the
opposite sex and no other combination. Depending on the time and
place in which we live, we may think of a thousand mythological
or religious justifications of why what we "just know" must be
true -- perhaps a prophet or a god or an oracle or an ancient
scripture said that it must be so. Perhaps a demon or a curse
will consume those who do otherwise. But when the justifications
are myriad and the inner knowledge fairly constant, it is safe to
say that such explanations explain little.

Like the emperor penguin, we are still operating on the level of
unconscious instinct. With our gods and demons, we have made a
little poetry, perhaps, out of our healthy feelings, and we have
created a totem with which to scare those in whom these healthy
tendencies are weak into better behavior than they would
otherwise exhibit.

Our myths justifying our feelings of right and wrong in such
matters bring us perhaps just a fingernail's breadth above the
level of unconscious animal instincts. Some part of our mind is
telling us that we ought to have more of an explanation than "I
just know it is so." So we construct an explanation to meet our
needs. And for much of mankind, this explanation -- or none --
suffices.

Like the stag who feels the call to do battle and to trumpet, we
live inside a kind of magic. We know what we love, and we know
what is right and we do it. The magic is beautiful. It has served
us well. But we have come to a new time when we must step outside
the magic, while at the same time not losing our sense of the
wonder of it, or our respect for the ancient truths contained
within it.

The best minds of our race have an innate respect for truth,
truth determined by the most exhaustive and rigorously objective
investigation possible, truth defined as the closest approach we
can make to an understanding of the physical realities of the
matter and energy that surrounds and constitutes us. Such respect
for truth led to the development of Western science and
technology, which has changed the course of the history of the
universe. For such minds, concocted explanations are an insult to
our intelligence and to Nature (and to Nature's god, if you like
to put it that way), far worse than no explanation at all.

And our best minds, through science, have given us in the last
two hundred years a far deeper understanding of the mechanisms of
life and evolution that brought our race into being. We don't
need the concocted explanations any more. And our instinctive
acts of love will not become any less sacred -- in fact, they
will if anything become even more so -- when we become fully
conscious of the meaning and consequences of those acts.

When we acted unconsciously, we acted well for the most part. Our
beliefs may have been factually wanting, but with some exceptions
they pointed us in the right direction. We survived. We
recognized aliens and did not mix with them. We recognized
enemies and dealt with them. We stayed true to ourselves as well
as we could. Even in far-off North America, we are still a people
that would be recognized by our ancestors from the Atlantic to
the Urals as one of their own kind.

But now acting unconsciously is not good enough any more.
Powerful enemies use mass media to propagate lies and suicidal
ideas on a scale heretofore unimaginable. We must understand the
reasons behind our feelings of love and loyalty if we are to
preserve all that is precious before the Opponent's onslaught.
For if we do not understand, we will perish. If we do not
understand, we will fall prey to lies and act in a way that ends
the very existence of our kind in the universe.

The qualities that we see as beautiful and desirable in a member
of the opposite sex are not just random titillations, designed to
please us. Deeply ingrained behavior patterns steer us toward the
man or woman who will produce healthy offspring and defend and
nurture them well -- ensuring that our one shot at immortality
will be successful; that our kind's genes will continue to live
long after we are dead. Likewise, even in an age whose rulers are
utterly opposed to our racial survival, the instinct to choose a
mate of one's own race still runs strong and for most of us
cannot be denied. The purpose of physical love is the
continuation of our kind.

When you see your loved one, you see qualities that deserve to be
projected into infinity. The sons and daughters of Europa are the
result of eons of idealistic, higher love, moving slowly and
fitfully perhaps, but nevertheless moving higher and higher in
each score of generations in understanding, intellect, frontal
lobe development, and the physical characteristics that accompany
those things -- what we call physical beauty.

There will always be those who will not see this higher aspect of
our erotic love, even when it is explained to them. They can see
only the more obvious sexual characteristics of others, which are
shared more or less among all races. They have little
consciousness of the differences between Venus Williams and the
Venus of Medici. Their genes will mix with those of lower man and
will be lost to our people. Only those with a higher degree of
racial consciousness will remain White in the world of the
future. Those whose love encompasses a love of their race will
survive.

Our instinctive loyalty to our families and our nations is
likewise tied to race. We feel a drive to help and protect those
who are most like us genetically. Again, our deep instinctual
wisdom is telling us that by standing together with others of our
kind, our kind is much more likely to survive the dangers of this
world.

It is to preserve and advance our kind that all our social
organization exists. Governments, laws, courts, police, armies,
weapons -- all are properly tools to ensure that our
gene-patterns will continue, that White children will continue to
be born in future ages. And really, they have no other purpose.
They must never be used in any way which frustrates their real
purpose: protection and advancement of the race. That's the kind
of consciousness we need to build among our people, so that our
society can change for the better, so that it can begin serving
its real purposes again. A society that tries to serve many races
at once will quickly become non-functional and die, just as a
cell which tries to serve the purpose of invading viral DNA as
well as its own will not be long for this Earth.

To light the spark of consciousness and love in our people,
members and supporters of the National Alliance will be on the
streets this week, passing out our simple yet powerful 'Love Your
Race' flyer. [ 
http://www.thekcrachannel.com/news/2852439/detail.html ]

Let me tell you what the reaction was in one California community
to our Love Your Race campaign last year:

All the flyer said was 'Love Your Race.' Except for the picture
of a White woman and an address, that was the entire message.
Nothing but 'Love Your Race.' But KCRA Channel 3 television in
Sacramento, California objected strongly. Why? For no other
reason than hatred of Whites -- and you may be assured, ladies
and gentlemen, that the people who own the major media in this
country do indeed hate White people.

The media said: "...Fliers Fuel Fear, Hatred..."  But all it said
was 'Love Your Race.'

The media said: "...I was angry and outraged and tossed it..."
But all it said was 'Love Your Race.'

The media said: "...they were even more angry when they learned
that dozens of the Arden Park neighbors received the same
flier..." But all it said was 'Love Your Race.'

The media said: "...It's absolutely despicable..." But all it
said was 'Love Your Race.'

The media said: "...I'm outraged..." But all it said was 'Love
Your Race.'

The media said: "...he saved one of the fliers and is taking it
to the sheriff's department..." But all it said was 'Love Your
Race.'

The media said: "I think the sheriff should investigate who's
behind it ... who put the bulletins on the ground..." And all it
said was 'Love Your Race.'

The media said: "[this flyer] fuels fear and it fuels hatred..."
And all it said was 'Love Your Race.'

The media said: "...that type of literature was at the heart of a
plan by two white students to shoot black students..." And all it
said was 'Love Your Race.'

The media said: "...the Jewish community recalled the way
Sacramento stood up to hatred after the firebombing of three
synagogues..." And all it said was 'Love Your Race.'

The media said: "'...it's not acceptable,' said Len Feldman of
the Jewish Community Relations Council..." And all it said was
'Love Your Race.'

The media said: "...Authorities said racist fliers often come
close to the legal border line..." And all it said was 'Love Your
Race.'

Love your race. Build new White media. Rebuild White community in
your town and neighborhood with local pro-White meetings and
outreach. Join the National Alliance. And I'll see you on the
streets today and tomorrow, as we spread the word.

[Download Love Your Race flyers here:
http://www.nationalvanguard.org/love
or http://www.natvan.com/leaflets/ ]

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