Along with the justice brought to the white women who had sex
with blacks in the “Day of the Rope” in the last pages of
William Pierce’s The Turner Diaries, originally published more
than three decades ago, I enjoyed the fate of the feminized
western males in the final, apocalyptic stages of the coming
racial wars in North America and Europe. Pierce wrote: “For the
first time I understand the deepest meaning of what we are
doing. I understand now why we cannot fail, no matter what we
must do to win and no matter how many of us must perish in doing
it. Everything that has been and everything that is yet to be
depend on us. We are truly the instruments of God in the
fulfillment of his grand design. These may seem like strange
words to be coming from me, who has never been religious.”
Although I am not a religious person either, my chosen images at
the right side of this blog, the Florentine Fete murals
exhibited at the National Museum of American Illustration,
reflect better than a thousand words what we have i