“And in my 27th year, I was dragged kicking and screaming into the
Light. I looked at God in the face and I said, I said God I said, ‘I
thought I was in heaven this whole time!’”-Every Time I Die, “INRihab”
On March 25th (Palm Sunday) a caravan of at least 1,500 families (I’m always very skeptical of “family” claims when it comes to migrants, and trust me, it’s a well-earned skepticism), so let’s very conservatively put that number at 4,500 people, began their trek north toward the United States through Mexico, banking on the fact that no one from customs will stop them, or at the very least, they’ll be given asylum in the land of milk and honey. Mostly from Honduras, and calling themselves “Migrants in the Struggle,” these are not refugees—they are fleeing no conflict—but they are Latin America’s version of Jean Raspail’s Last Chance Armada from The Camp of the Saints, spurred on by the volunteers of People Without Borders/Pueblo Sin Fronteras. They march for “dignity” and the “right to asylum,” and, as TeleSUR tells us:
Through the mass mobilization, the group organizing the journey, ‘Pueblo Sin Fronteras,’ is demanding an end to gang violence, corruption between the police and governments, violence against women and the LGBTQI community, justice for the victims of domestic violence, and to the violence in the form of extortion and threats in the Central American countries the migrants hail from.
How exactly any of that ties into demanding a foreign country accept thousands of illegal aliens is not explicated, but in case you hadn’t noticed, the thinking train left the station a long time ago when it comes to “matters of the heart.” As Jean Raspail wrote, “The important thing about oppression, if you’re going to keep it panting in the public eye without killing it outright, is to make sure there’s plenty of variety.” What amounts to so much psychobabble was brilliantly dissected by Steve Sailer back in 2015:
There are currently 418 million people in South America, and the U.N. says there will be 510 million by midcentury. What are the odds that at some point something will go wrong in Latin America that interested parties in the U.S. will try to define as justifying our own Camp of the Saints? Last year, the Obama administration tried to pass off Central American gang violence as justification for letting in unaccompanied youths. Next year, it could be an earthquake, hurricane, civil strife, recession, inflation, sexism, homophobia, or transgender insensitivity.
The “dream” of Pueblo Sin Fronteras is, “to build solidarity bridges among peoples and turndown (sic) border walls imposed by greed.” Starting on the 18th, a large chunk of the Armada—around 1,200 people—began amassing in Tapachula, Mexico, after they illegally crossed into Mexico as the lone border agent there walked off her post to get a Coke at a local restaurant and watched the Armada stream by. Over the course of the next week, more subsequently joined. The group of aliens and their sponsors celebrated this first victory “against” borders—“The Refugee Caravan knocking down borders yesterday in Huehuetan! Immigration agents abandoned the post when they saw us coming. The people celebrate this first small victory!” On April 5th, some no doubt well-intentioned American lawyers will join up with the caravan in Pueblo, Mexico, and de-brief its Christs on the intricacies of immigration law and asylum claims and the like, all in the service of tearing down the awful borders that divide the rich tapestry of humanity! The ultimate destination is, naturally, Tijuana and on to “Moonbeam” Brown’s California (which, by the way, is up 842% in human trafficking since it declared itself a “sanctuary”).
Under the banner “We Are All Native Americans” (recalling eerily “We Are All From the Ganges Now”), the caravan specifically timed their departure to coincide with Holy Week and Easter; their self-styled “Stations of the Cross” will surely recall the timing of the landing of the Last Chance Armada from The Camp of the Saints, though in this instance it is the launch, not the landing, of the Armada. The symbolism should be eminently clear—not only will the caravan’s journey take forty days, but its genesis on Palm Sunday and its first Holy Week was consciously done to imbue the caravan with a certain religio-mythical aura and divinity of purpose that, coupled with its ceaseless sentimentalization in the public space that will only grow the nearer they get to the U.S. border, would make its refusal of entry at the border the most egregious of crimes, a violation of our most basic humanity.
An alternate slogan of the Last Chance Armada is “Migrants in the Battle,” and several media outlets are framing the caravan as a “crusade.” Not a single member of the caravan has seen fit to apply for a visa. This is actually an extremely entitled way to conduct oneself; imagine for a minute you were hosting an event and a group of people simply showed up and demanded entry. By all rights you would refuse them, and yet here we are where thousands of individuals—and the number grows daily—march on the United States border illegally through Mexico while that nation does nothing (which should tell you all you need to know about Mexico’s stance regarding its northerly neighbor), and expect admittance despite not qualifying under any definition as refugees, despite no formal invitation, and despite the fact that the American public has in the majority been staunchly opposed to Third World immigration desde siempre. We would be complete monsters to refuse their entry, though, despite the fact that, to quote Frederick Wilhelmsen:
In order to be, a society must first defend itself against whatever and whoever might threaten its existence. The inability to defend oneself against the enemy has always been the sign of approaching death…Men can live and act together only if they are bound together by code and custom, myth and legend, sculpture and song…Where such underlying orthodoxy is lacking we find ourselves in the midst of an aggregate of ghettos, not a society.
The invasion has been well underway for a long time now, the ubiquitous boiling white frogs totally unaware—or drugged with “compassion”—as the West slowly fills up with hostile aliens. This most visceral test on our southern border will show just how boiled we are. Will we refuse Emma Lazarus’s “wretched refuse,” committed the softest of suicides, or will we take back our self-determination and deny entry to those who have no right to demand it of us? Imagine if whites decided to flood Honduras en masse and agitate to change local customs, laws, language, and mores. Imagine if Honduras becoming majority non-Honduran by 2050 was hailed as an indisuptable good. It is a sickening double standard that flows one way only, as Jean Raspail wrote in The Camp of the Saints:
It is a known fact that racism comes in two forms: that practiced by whites—heinous and inexcusable, whatever its motives—and that practiced by blacks—quite justified, whatever its excesses, since it’s merely the expression of a righteous revenge, and it’s up to the whites to be patient and understanding.
Part of that revenge, presumably, would be for us to pack up and flee, or kill ourselves, so that the righteous dark-skinned peoples of the globe may partake in our spoils. But we all know that won’t last more than a generation, and what will they do when there’s no one left to put the blame on? As you might expect for an ideology driven by high time preference, no thought to this eventuality is given except that white racism, which is to say racism, must be stamped out, and the only way to do that, despite all the capitulations and entitlements and aid and apologies appears to be simply that whites cease to exist. As Jeffrey Hart wrote:
For “racism” has without a doubt become the taboo of our times, and like all taboos is routinely exempted from critical examination. But what is racism? Most people do not now and have not in the past subscribed to esoteric theories regarding the superiority of this or that race. Most people, however, are able to perceive that the “other group” looks rather different and lives rather differently from their own. Such “racist” or “ethnocentric” feelings are undoubtedly healthy, and involve merely a preference for one’s own culture and kind…No group can long survive unless it does “prefer itself.”…The liberal rote anathema on “racism” is in effect a poisonous assault upon Western self-preference.
There are, in any case, fellow travelers, Westerners of soul and spirit, who are not white (think of Monsieur Hamadura of The Camp of the Saints), and these people either came to the West or support the West because they understand its survival is absolutely vital to the survival of humanity. The West (at least in principle, and sometimes to its detriment) is concerned with issues of conservation, pollution, human rights, endangered species, and generally preserving this planet for posterity. The misguided liberals are confusing tolerance with totalitarianism, being used as pawns, but this is largely due to flabby intellects softened by twenty years in Marxist indoctrination camps before being thrust into HR-enforced diversity-at-gunpoint. I don’t loathe their blind adherence any less, but I am sympathetic, because many on the Right were once there. It’s difficult to break from something if you don’t know there’s an alternative. What concerns me is that this weakness has been cultivated for just too long for it to be reversible. That’s what will make the arrival of the Armada at the gates of Southern California such a crucial moment in our history/future. To cave there, and it really is all over. To show strength, and at the very least we live to fight another day. President Trump must not waver as the President of the Republic in The Camp of the Saints did, because doing so ensured the abject surrender not only of France, but of the entire Western world. Sleep easy, Mr. President, and be lead not into temptation. Commit the temporarily painless surrender and die a thousand future deaths, or stand strong and live forever.
“And when the thousand years are ended, Satan will be released from his prison and will come out to deceive the nations that are at the four corners of the earth, Gog and Magog, to gather them for battle; their number is like the sand of the sea. And they marched up over the broad plain of the earth and surrounded the camp of the saints and the beloved city, but fire came down from heaven and consumed them…” (Revelation 20:7-9)