Truth is not determined by consensus. If everyone believes a lie, it remains a lie.
The more a society forces its people to ignore the obvious, the more fragile that society becomes.
A people will not survive if they are taught to be ashamed of their own history, to forget who they are, and to accept that their future belongs to others.
Once, it was understood that a man took pride in where he came from. He honored the struggles of those before him and valued the traditions that shaped him, seeking always to build upon that inheritance. He admired what was foreign, but never at the expense of his own identity. Today, such instincts are condemned. To speak of heritage, of belonging, is now forbidden. What is now required is not merely acceptance of change, but celebration of dissolution.
No civilization has ever thrived by severing itself from its past. No people have ever withstood the test of time by embracing weakness as virtue. A society that tells its sons they have no right to exist, that they must surrender what is theirs, is not a society at all. It is a hospice. The world does not honor those who yield what is theirs. It replaces them.
History is a graveyard of fallen civilizations, filled with peoples who were conquered through decay or extinguished by superior force of arms, whose memory has long since faded. What is unique to the modern age is something altogether different. No other people has so fully embraced its own extirpation from the pages of history as a righteous moral obligation. Among European men alone has this impulse been cultivated into the supreme moral imperative of the age. Yet awareness of this condition is not surrender. It is the first movement toward restoration.
We prevail by remembering who we are, and through that remembrance we rise restored, shaped by what came before us and drawn toward what we are yet meant to become.
A club for red-pilled exiles.