Originally published at: https://ourfightclothingco.com/blog/f/from-the-otherside

July 25, 2019

A look into who the political prisoners from Rise Above Movement really are.



A handful of M80s get hurled onto your side of the demonstration. An  older woman waving an American flag crashes into you as she jumps back  in panic as one explodes by her feet. The cops with all their latest  safety pads and shields begin to clear out, letting the two sides face  off. Everyone’s adrenaline is through the roof, with a quick jerk of  your head you narrowly miss the glass bottle that goes flying pass your  face. Your comrade looks to you unsure what to do, as tension grips  everybody. The mass of black clad figures on the opposite side only seem  to multiply in numbers. A cry of pain rings out from the direction of a  middle-aged man sporting a ''Vets for Trump” vest. The crowd of antifa  swarm him raining down kicks and punches on the fallen man. The cops are  already standing back from a safe distance as ordered. Blood spurts  from the fallen man’s nose but the beating continues. Are you just  supposed to watch? No, it’s go time, you and your comrades rush over. A  skateboard clips you in the arm, the black clad assailant raises it to  swing again quickly you land two clean punches sending him sprawled out.  Streams of mace go off in all directions making each breath burn, but  you fight on. Soon the raging mob of antifa takes off scattering in all  directions leaving a trail of flags and banners behind.

That was a glimpse from what took place at Berkeley in April 2017, but  also shows the mayhem that takes place at all these types of political  rallies. What separated this particular event from the countless others  was, for the first time antifa didn’t get free rein on assaulting  people. Instead, a handful of guys didn’t succumb to the left's tactics of  silence by force, but met the threat head on, sending them running in  all directions. That wasn’t the only thing that made this event  different. With help of fictitious news to cover up for the armed antifa  combatants, all media attention and resources were used to pin all the  blame on seven Nationalists. The result, a coordinated effort between the  media and FBI to bring these men up on charges that haven’t been used  in sixty years. Three of those brave men are sitting in federal prison  today under the charges “conspiracy to riot”. Although we all know this  has very little do with actual “rioting” since they didn’t even attempt  to go after antifa that showed up at all the events with weapons looking  to assault rally attendees. Even when they got caught on camera planning  to lure attendees away from a Ben Shapiro event to stab them, the Media  and its enforcers, the FBI, sat back quietly with a nod of approval.  This piece is not to go into the absurdities of this case, but to tell a  little bit who these political prisoners are. They had family, jobs,  girlfriends and a belief in something greater than themselves.

Tom Gillen was your definition of a blue collar man. Born into a  struggling working class family in southern California. As soon as he  finished school, Tom was working with his family on tough labor jobs.  Open entering the workforce, he was made quickly aware that his days  earning a decent living were numbered, as cheap labor streams across the  border every day, driving down wages. Knowing that sitting back accepting a  fate into poverty wasn’t an option, he began getting involved in  politics. Tom made it a point during his busy work schedule to attended  political events or come to work out with the boys. Then, he would go to  his welding classes to learn a skilled trade to earn a better living.  Tom was on his way to getting married and just landed a welder's job at a  oil refinery before being hurled off to prison.

Michael Miselis, in contrast to Tom, was a PhD candidate and worked a  promising career at America's biggest defense contractor, Northup  Grumman, doing both in his twenties while most are out partying. I  remember Mike having a deep respect for pan-European history, and you  could feel his passion about it when he spoke of our ancestors' struggles  and achievements. I think he always realized that it was their  hardships and sacrifices that allowed him to be here today. It was that  understanding that motivated Mike, bringing him out of his comfortable life  of a well-paying job to put it all on the line. He saw the blatant  attacks on White history, the tearing down of statues, the constant  demonization of his ancestors. It was too much for him to just sit back  for. I would have to say Mike was one of the most solid guys I ever met, always thinking of ways to help out. When we went to represent America  at a Nationalist MMA event in Europe, Mike took it on his own to learn  basic first aid and stitch work to be the corner man for us. He also  quickly embraced the active lifestyle of RAM. When I first met him, he  was a heavy set guy knocking back beers every weekend, having the same  talks that we all know. Recognizing that change starts with the  individual, Mike quickly dedicated himself to self-improvement; slimming  down and replacing his idle time with boxing and weightlifting, he became  a true example of the ideal Nationalist . He was an intellectual and a  warrior. There was a clip from Charlottesville where an antifa guy  charges a crowd of attendees with a pole raised over his head to strike.  A few guys took a step back, but Mike stood his ground, blocked the  strike with his forearm then proceeded to grab for the pole. That action  was the kind of guy he was.

Ben Daley second from right, Michael Miselis last on the far right

Ben Daley became one of my closet comrades, from the first time we  met there was a mutual respect and a sense we had both been through the wringer.  Ben grew up as your typical middle class White kid on the west coast.  Like most “good” White parents, they never instilled any of the values  of identity into him. Instead, they went with the “tried and true”  method of teaching “we’re all the same and everyone’s an individual” for  him to be as open-minded as possible and for everyone else to be as  blameless as possible. Just like so many White kids growing up under  this logic it misses one essential human element: We need an identity. It might be one of the most important things in one's life. People spend  years lost, trying to find or build their identity not realizing they  are born with one that has been passed down for thousands of years. But  when you are not taught this you are forced to find one. As an  impressionable youth, he fell victim looking to mainstream culture to  find himself. What is a 15 year old supposed to think when he turns on  the TV to a popular channel and some rapper draped in gold surrounded by  girls preaching about the two false gods of our culture, drugs and  money? With no one to explain this is put on TV on purpose to lead you  astray, Ben went down the path of the lost for a time.

Fortunately for  Ben (which doesn’t happen for a lot of white youth as you can tell by the  opioid epidemic that rages across the US.), he was able to realize that  this lifestyle was poison and on his own went Straight Edge. He began  attending AA meetings and couldn’t believe how many youth just like him  filled the chairs. With a now clear mind, he began looking into the  architects of this alien culture that was pushed on him. That’s when he  became red pilled. But instead of sitting idle, Ben felt it his duty to  help those who also fell victim to this design. With no hand outs and  still in his teens, Ben started a tree trimming business. While his  competition hired cheap Mexicans from Home Depot parking lots, Ben went  and hired White kids from his AA meetings providing them with a job and a  way off the street. Things went well for him until he had a life-altering experience. A former employee of Ben's relapsed, got high on a  cocktail of drugs and paranoid that his girlfriend liked Ben, he stabbed him.  That day could have been Ben's last as he was stabbed 6 times, puncturing  one of his lungs, but he was able to beat the attacker off him.  Although this was an unfortunate event in his life, it didn’t change his  attitude. He still went out of his way to look out for those in need.  When I was targeted by Wall St media outlets, I was fired from my  construction job. Ben called me the next day and I began working with  him; he even tried to match how much I was making before. When we would  hold practices he would buy guys boxing gloves for those who didn’t  have any, and if someone was strapped for cash he would pay for their  lunch when we went out. This was a man who truly cared for his People  and did everything he could to uplift our Race. Now, for defense of his  Folk, he sits in a prison cell.

These three men are just some examples how this struggle is not about  class but about our People as a whole. Their sacrifice and what they  stood for should stand as examples in our cause. They were strong when  many others would have turned away, now it is our turn to stand strong  by their sides and not let them go forgotten.