As I read through the murder confession, I'm struck with a sense of familiarity. I read the words written by an uncle of mine over a hundred years ago. Names of places are familiar; he speaks of relatives I discovered through my family tree. This uncle describes how he started off simply as a disobedient son, taken to drinking and gambling. Given to a life of vice, he joins a gang of bandits, and also joins the KKK to give cover for their activities. So began a series of events which ultimately ended with my uncle paying for his crimes on the gallows.
Another older relative of mine was an alcoholic; this one I knew. One day we were alone, and he confessed that part of why he picked up drinking was out of guilt. He said as a young man that two guys would attack him all the time, the last time they had done it in a secluded location at night time. He didn't recognize who they were or what their intentions were, so he said he defended himself with a small hatchet he carried when going to the woods.The boys were not seen again. I couldn't tell whether to believe him or not, but he sounded oddly serious while he told the story. Regardless, I will never know for sure as he has since passed away.
Yet another relative has done hard time in prison, bent on vengeance against someone he knew. He accidentally took the life of a stranger in the process. I found the newspaper clipping of the incident inside a shoe box one day while digging through a closet. Both of us come from a line that includes the Hatfield family, of the bloody Hatfield-McCoy feud.
Different stories that all find their commonality in me. They lived hard lives and did brutal things to get by, something that is too often forgotten today. The Hatfield family survived the Civil War, but there were still scores to settle. A member of the McCoy family, Asa, was killed by a band of Confederate guerrillas known as the Logan Wildcats that included members of the Hatfield family. Asa had just been discharged from the Union Army. This bad blood festered until one day a minor conflict over a hog spiraled into clan warfare. Both families decided their grievances could only be settled with bullets. They were eventually both able to make successful peace but only after they had buried loved ones.
My other relative lived with guilt, yet if his story is to be taken for truth then by his actions he guaranteed his own life. My uncle decided to hunt Men like animals to get by, and his actions ended up hurting his own family in the end. His gang decided to kill his father-in-law, but my uncle said he wanted no part in it and tried to warn him to leave. He did not listen, and the murder was blamed on my uncle. His mother-in-law testified that they both got along great, but they found him guilty anyway. It was around that time he wrote the confession and exposed his gang.
There is much to learn from my uncle's death, and the lives of my ancestors. This goes for anyone reading as well, the maxim "Know thyself" is not an empty phrase. Men of our race have used violence in the past for all sorts of reasons, some for better reasons than others. If we are to win back our freedom and set our Folk on the right path, we must channel this violent potential into righteous force. I think of the violence I have seen in my lifetime and it only seems to be getting worse. Our race is facing a struggle for survival unprecedented in history. A whole planet is being utilized by our enemies to force us into submission. If we continue to use violence for selfish reasons, or shun violence as an option completely, there is no way we can succeed. If we remain peaceful when our enemies don't where does that leave us?
One man is enough to create huge effect, as was seen in the cases of Dylan Roof, Anders Breivik, and Robert Bowers. We need to remember their sacrifices, and give those like them who wish to take the fight to our enemies a support network to back them up. An example of the kind of resistance we need to see is the IRA:
"The Irish Republican Army, as the legal representatives of the Irish people, are morally justified in carrying out a campaign of resistance against foreign occupation forces and domestic cohaborators. All volunteers are and must feel morally justified in carrying out the dictates of the legal government; they as the Army are the legal and lawful Army of the Irish Republic which has been forced underground by overwhelming forces."
The example of the IRA is commonly cited by folk in our circles for good reason, although they were not National Socialists. We must start thinking in the same fashion. We are an occupied people, second-class citizens to our Kosher Plutocrats and the non-White occupiers that they pushed into our nations. We must form small cells of tight-knit people, build up badly needed infrastructure, make friends and alliances, create a command structure, and most importantly, develop a coherent goal as well as a concrete plan to reach that goal.
There is no law of nature that says violence is inherently wrong. As a matter of fact it can be the opposite: violence is what we used to ensure good manners and good civil conduct. Before that we used it to acquire living space, hunt animals for food, and put a permanent end to threats such as predators and hostile tribes. Violence becomes bad when it is used to the detriment of your people, as you are only harming yourself. National Socialism is about uniting the Folk, and that thought has guided my actions for years. I've seen peaceful method after peaceful method being met with violence, suppression and slander. Those who have been around longer than I have will tell you the same thing. However; when we decide to fight back, there is panic. It's obvious what our enemies fear and that is weapons in the hands of Men prepared to use them.