The Love of Ages

by Kevin Alfred Strom (pictured)

THE FRENCH WRITER Guy de Maupassant wrote a story about a hunter, who, in the early morning hours of a winter day, shoots a duck, which falls to the ground at his feet. Above him, another bird circles, crying again and again with a heart-rending lament, flying so close as to risk death from another blast of the hunter’s gun. The hunter’s companion says “You have killed the duck. And the drake will not fly away.” It is the dead bird’s mate which flies overhead, looking down at the lifeless teal lying on the ground. It is a story of animal love, which is repeated again and again in Nature and of course in humanity, too.

Love for one’s mate is a manifestation of love for one’s genetic future. They are equally sacred. In some ways they are the same thing. Love for one’s children, one’s parents, one’s relatives of every degree, for one’s grandchildren and nephews and nieces, caring about the children of your race and kind, even those who will live 10,000 years hence — these are all a manifestation of the Love of Ages, the love for those who are genetically related to us, a love that ties us to the stream of life, the sacred double helix that connects us to the beginning of Life and our unknowable destiny, which, as the tree of life has branched, has become uniquely ours and can be possessed by no other people.

Once you see the genetic connection, you will know that when you look in the eyes of those you love, you are looking at infinity. It will change you forever.

The biological world-view

I once was a conservative. Not a lunatic neocon, mind you — those hadn’t been invented by our enemies yet — but an old-fashioned conservative who loved the Old America, the ideals of the founding fathers, and the magnificent intellectual and cultural inheritance of the West. Dr. William Pierce and others expanded the horizons of my understanding — from a narrow political-ideological point of view, to an all-encompassing biological view of the world and all life in the world.

I learned that America, and indeed Western civilization itself in all its aspects was a result of the genetic inheritance of its creators, the White or European race.

So also was Oriental civilization the product of the tendencies and potentials inherent in the Mongolian race, and so on. This was not a doctrine of “hate,” as its detractors had painted it. It was a doctrine of respect for Life and Nature’s laws.

I felt as though a cloudy film had been peeled from my eyes and I could for the first time see my surroundings with crystal clarity. The racial world-view puts patriotism in its proper place in the natural order of things.

Patriotism is not a mysterious concept to either be accepted without question or jeered at by sophisticates who see its lack of logical foundation — patriotism is simply loyalty to one’s kind, one’s tribe, one’s race.

And those who created Communism and who, under a thousand guises including that of neocon warmongers for Israel, are subverting America, were exposed for the vicious parasites they always were, whose loyalties have never been with America or with the West — and never can be, because of what they are.

Even the word patriotism comes from “patria” meaning lineage or descent, which is itself derived from “pater,” meaning father — showing that “patriotism” is a devotion to a biologically related group of people or race, and not devotion to a patch of ground or to any set of ideas.

This biological world-view expanded my horizons in other ways as well. I now thought not just in terms of years or decades or just in terms of solving temporary political or social problems, but instead in terms of millennia, and in terms of the gradual development of my people from their earliest origins to their ultimate destiny.

This is the way in which Americans must begin to think if they are to remain a viable nation, if they are to have descendants who will be Americans in anything else but name.

If we are to survive, we must not only have a burning desire that our descendants will carry on in the land our ancestors conquered and built; but we must also have an unshakable conviction of who we are.

Without a sure sense of our own identity, all else is for naught.

If the enemies of America and the West manage to destroy all of our cities — if they raze them to the ground and with them destroy all our libraries, all the knowledge that prior generations of our race accumulated over thousands of years, if they destroy every work of art and science that has ever been created — it could all be built again, even greater than before.

There could be another Athens, another Parthenon. There could be another Caesar, another Shakespeare, another Poe, another Darwin, another Edison, another Shockley.

Our entire civilization could be built again from scratch, and our outreached hands could still grasp the stars, as long as the germ of our civilization — the gene pool of our race — remains intact.

But if the evil or the thoughtlessness of a single generation corrupts that gene pool through racial mixing, or attenuates it through childlessness, what is thereby lost can never be regained.

If such evils persist much longer than a generation, the race will cease to be what it once was, and we and our kind will no longer walk the face of this planet.

This is what William Pierce taught me. These are hard truths. Perhaps I was, in some sense, already prepared for them.

I hope that I am preparing the way for a generation who will carry these truths, and our uniquely beautiful and noble race, to victory.

Toward the stars

There is something about our race which makes us indisposed to brag or talk very much about our accomplishments. We feel it is bad form, bad manners and, furthermore, we see it as a sign of weakness. Our instinct tells us that the inferior man will flap his gums and tell the world how great he is to cover up his lack of real achievement and character.

The superior man has no such need.

We often apply this principle to our race and our nation as well as to individuals. We see excessive chauvinism or nationalism as ungentlemanly and somehow suspect.

This tendency, which may be allied to our race’s inborn tendency to seek out objective truth and discount subjective feelings, seems a fine and noble one and it has served us well and made life more tolerable for the millennia that our people lived almost exclusively among their own kind. But in the distinctly unnatural environment in which White Americans now find themselves, mixed with and jostled by a thousand different tribes and peoples in what used to be our country, this reticence can work against us. For our unspoken, instinctive acknowledgment of our own preeminence and that of our civilization is no longer enough. Our instinctive pride of race and nation is now attacked on all sides by peoples who have no such reticence and among whom the virtue of humility is unknown.

An entire generation of Americans has grown up in an environment in which the news media, the entertainment and music industries, the major publishing houses, and the public school system, have all spoken with one voice and that voice has said, “White people are the cancer of the Earth. They have enslaved and killed and polluted and destroyed everything they have touched. There are no differences between the races except skin color. White people have no right to keep their nations White. White people have no right to live and work among their own kind. There is no reason for the White race to survive. Racial mixing is the inevitable wave of the future. White racial feelings are a manifestation of ultimate evil. It would be better if all the races mixed so there would be an end to the White race and thus, to White racism.”

It is vital that our young people be given an antidote to this alien poison. It is vital that they be given back, to the extent that it is possible, a pride in their people, and the will to survive as a people in the dangerous, hostile world into which they were born.