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Winter Solstice Message 2018

The complete passage of the Sun during the day of the Winter Solstice; Fairbanks, Alaska.

American Dissident Voices broadcast of December 22, 2018

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by Kevin Alfred Strom

BEFORE WE PRESENT our traditional Solstice message for this year, I want all of us to remember what just happened to a persecuted man in Charlottesville a few days ago.

This young White man, James Alex Fields, is just a little over 20 years old. His young life is just beginning. He was racially loyal. He went to Charlottesville to demand that the aliens and traitors cancel their plans to remove the great neoclassical statues there, in Thomas Jefferson’s city, that mark our people’s history and heritage. The Enemies of Life, in the person, we now know, of Jewish “antifa” leader Joseph Alcoff, sent a murderous mob of anti-White communists armed with flame throwers, bats, concrete-filled canisters, and other weapons. to attack and intimidate the Whites who came to assemble and speak. The communists and their dupes outnumbered the Whites by probably ten to one. The communists and anti-Whites were protected by the corrupt System politicians. The Whites were not protected. If they died at the hands of the Jewish-led mob, that was fine. But they would under no circumstances be allowed to speak. The police, following their orders, not only failed to protect the White people from the crazed mob, but actually forced the Whites into the mob after declaring their speaking event to be an “unlawful assembly,” whatever the Hell that is.

One of those Whites was James Fields. Even when he had survived his passage on foot through the hate-crazed “antifa,” and had gotten into his car, his vehicle was still being attacked. He panicked. He tried to get away. But antifa and anti-Whites were everywhere. They struck his car with bats and showed every sign and every capability of gaining entry by breaking his windows out. The intersection ahead was blocked by two other cars, stopped by a milling crowd of anti-Whites. Fearing for his life, James tried to force his way through the intersection, driving ahead at a maximum of 28 miles per hour.

He struck the car in front of him, causing some damage to his bumper. What he didn’t know, and couldn’t know, was that after his car hit the second car in front of him, the second car then hit a third car, and that third car was knocked into the crowd, where several were injured and one woman, Heather Heyer, died — whether from a shock-induced heart attack or the blow of the sliding car is not clear.

He never knew her. He never saw her. He never knew she existed. And he wasn’t trying to kill or hurt anyone. Yet James Alex Fields has just been convicted — in very Politically Correct Charlottesville, Virginia — of murder one — premeditated murder. And the travesty called a jury there has recommended a sentence of over 400 years in a hellhole prison. And James Alex Fields still faces so-called “civil rights” charges filed by federal prosecutors which could result in the death penalty being imposed.

James Alex Fields was not prosecuted for what he did, nor for any laws he might have violated when trying to escape the mob that day. No. He was prosecuted for who he is and for his political and social views and for what he represents. He will now spend the rest of his life — unless something is done — in a Congoid-dominated cage, where — I happen to know — “kill all White people” is written on the very walls — where callous guards kick and bruise you if you are half a second slow in placing your feet in the proper position to receive your shackles — where Black inmates are incited to hate Whites — where corrupt officials can “arrange” to have your “protective custody” cell “accidentally” unlocked when violent, feral gangsters who have threatened to kill you are “coincidentally” roaming the hall at the same time — where the food looks and tastes like it was used to wipe out a privy — where the literally insane scream and gibber 24/7 in a cell right next to yours terrorizing you and preventing sleep for months on end — where sadistic “officers” armed with electric prods can reduce a modest young man to an unconscious pulp just because he wouldn’t undress in a public hallway — where you see no living thing except sick, damaged, or psychotic human beings for years at a time — not a bird, not a flower, not a tree — where death is around any corner and life itself is a living death. Not only does James Fields not deserve such a fate, but no White man or White woman deserves such a fate even if they are actually guilty, unlike Mr. Fields, of the crimes of which they were charged. Placing any White man or White woman into these increasingly Abu Ghraib-like torture boxes is cruel and unusual punishment far worse than the sort that the Founders were trying to eliminate in 1789.

This is all done by a regime, may I remind you, that perverts the legal system to lock away racially-conscious White Americans into these torture boxes for crimes they never committed — while allowing billionaire Jews like Jeffrey Epstein who raped and sold literally hundreds of White children to walk free and receive almost no punishment at all for his horrific and acknowledged crimes.

This Yuletide, let us dedicate ourselves anew to ending the alien-ruled multiracialist regime in Washington, and restoring legal and proper government for our people, so we can end these horrible abuses, and the innumerable abuses of our people that the National Alliance has documented again and again here on National Vanguard and on this radio program, and set our people free. I would be pleased, very pleased indeed, if we could do this in time to set James Alex Fields free while he still has time to live a real life.

At the end of today’s traditional Yuletide message, I will embed in the text version of this broadcast a beautiful piece by Sergei Rachmaninoff to help us immerse ourselves in the great art of our people and in the majesty and beauty of this season.

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THIS TIME of year, when the Sun ceases its fall and begins to rise again in the southern sky, is sacred to our people. We of European descent are all people of the North — Venice, Italy is further north than Minneapolis, Minnesota — and the fall and rise of the Sun in our December skies has always meant much to us.

The Drombeg Stone Circle in southern Ireland

Above my words in the text version of this broadcast is a haunting image of a stone circle built by our prehistoric kin near the very southern tip of Ireland over 3,000 years ago. It stands against a deep night sky filled with ten million stars, the huge mute stones glowing with a faint redness as if just touched by the Sun’s first dim rays on Solstice morning. It is the Drombeg stone circle. Across large swathes of Europe such stone structures still stand, part of what once must have been a much larger network of sacred sites. The Drombeg circle is not even the oldest of them.

It stands not far from the place in County Meath, Ireland, where our ancient kinsmen carved images of a solar eclipse into giant stones over 5,000 years ago — on November 30, 3340 BCE: The oldest known record of a solar eclipse in all history, 5,356 years ago.

These sites, of which Britain’s Stonehenge is one, date back to long before even Homer spoke his mysterious epics of beauty and heroism into existence — as far in time before Aristotle as Aristotle is before us. And these ancestors of ours were no primitives: The Drombeg circle, like many of these prehistoric monuments, is aligned with the stars, the Sun, and the Cosmos itself. Its stones are so constructed as to point to a pass in the distant hills — the very point at which the setting Sun disappears on the night of the Winter Solstice.

We of the National Alliance and our awakened White kindred may seem to be few in number right now, and spread far apart on the Earth. But more important than our numbers is the growth in our numbers — and the truth in our minds and our souls; the truth that will remake this world. Wherever two or more of us are gathered together in the name of our Creator on this holy Solstice, let us join hands together right now, and celebrate our people’s awakening and our people’s rebirth. And even those of us who cannot be physically together, let us be spiritually together: Let us all join hands in spirit as I speak these words.

Let us join hands with the men and women who wish to remain nameless, at least for today, but whose generosity in time and in wealth have made this Web site, this radio network, this intentional White community, and this National Alliance possible.

Let us join hands with the men and women who share their thoughts and ideas with us every day here on National Vanguard, who expand our minds and enhance our lives.

Let us join hands with Will and Svetlana Williams who are giving their all every single day, with tremendous effort and tremendous sacrifice and tremendous risk, implementing the program of William Pierce and the National Alliance to ensure the survival and progress of our people.

Vanessa and I join hands with you now — with all of you; with every one of you.

And as we join hands, let us remember the words that might well have been spoken around that stone circle three millennia before you were born — and around the hills of Athens after nightfall, where men of our race first limned the heavens and mapped the stars — words that might have gone something like this:

We stand this cold night before the Creator who set these stars and planets in motion — who set the Earth and the Sun and the seasons on their course — and who also brought us into being to see these things, to study these things, and, in the fullness of time, to understand these things — and, in understanding them, to see worlds we have not yet seen, to understand ideas and principles of which we have not yet conceived, to embark upon journeys we cannot yet imagine, and to become something new — something we cannot yet know, but something as far beyond Man as Man is beyond the midge that flits for a day above the mountain meadow and then is gone.

And know, as our hands are joined together, that no other race but ours has thought in such terms — that no other race than ours has made such prodigious progress in bringing that future into being — that no other race than ours, no other race than the White race, which has produced more than 98 per cent. of the great advances in knowledge of our Universe, can fulfill this Mission — and that the men and women of our race who fully understand that Mission and its significance are the men and women of the National Alliance.

As Frank Jamger wrote in his wonderful piece on the ancient celebrations of our people:

Yule, on December 21, is the great occasion, the Winter Solstice, on which the Sun ceases its decline and gladly begins to rise again! It’s the shortest day of the year, when the Northern Hemisphere is tilted farthest from the Sun and the Sun’s arc has reached its nadir, appearing very low in Northern lands. But its rising heralds a new year of life and sustenance on Earth. Most Yule traditions have origins where the decline of the Sun is felt most keenly, in Scandinavia.

Scandinavian Yule traditions include its name, the Yule log, the decorated tree, the wreath, caroling, and Santa Claus. The Yule log, originally a full-sized log set in a long house, is set to burn and smolder for twelve days to add energy to the growing Sun. A hardy evergreen tree is brought indoors and decorated with candles, nuts, berries and other objects that symbolize light and life. Wreaths of evergreen, holly, and ivy are hung, shaped as circles representing the renewed cycle of life and the seasons. Caroling originated as wassailing, in which singers went from house to house addressing their music to the dormant fruit trees, to promote a good crop for the next season. The modern Santa Claus originated from the Norse gods Odin or Thor, who flew across the Northern skies in a chariot pulled by goats and visited homes through the chimney, bearing gifts.

In Celtic tradition, the god of the waning Sun who ascended at Midsummer, the Holly King, is vanquished and replaced on Yule by the god of the waxing Sun, the Oak King. The outgoing Holly King is represented by a wreath of Holly set at the door, while the incoming Oak King is represented by an Oak Yule log brought indoors. The struggle between them is ritually reenacted. This interchanging of their lives represents the necessary cycle of decay and renewal.

Yule is a time to celebrate the blessings we’ve received, our good fortune to enjoy another year of life. It’s a time to strengthen the bonds of family and community through feasting, singing, and exchanging gifts. A time to reflect on how we can improve our lives and relationships, to enjoy the blessings of life in the coming year.

As I traditionally say in my Solstice broadcast:

Europe is a place of dramatic seasonal changes (and, not coincidentally, so are many of the new homes that European man has staked out around the globe). And those seasonal changes were very important to our ancestors. They knew that they had to prepare for winter in summer’s time of plenty, and any tribe which did not have the discipline or foresight to do so would perish — and its genes would no longer form part of our gene pool. Thus Nature’s hard lessons shaped us, upbred us, turned us from beings that could hardly be called human into beings that can contemplate the infinities of space and time and ponder the meaning of life. The seasons of Old Europe in fact — if we do not lose ourselves through racial mixing in the modern frontierless world we have built for ourselves — have given us the power to strike out into a new frontier beyond this Earth….

Besides increasing the size of our frontal lobes, the climate of our little peninsula shaped our souls in many other ways, and among other things gave us a special feeling for the seasons, which marked every aspect of our lives: the riot of sex and life reborn in the spring; the glory and plenty of summer; the harvest labors, majesty, and melancholy of autumn; and the bleak vastness and purity of winter.

Our ancestors were observant people, and learned early on to watch the skies for signs of the cycles of the Earth. And while it was quite obvious that winter was the time of shorter days, what was not perhaps so immediately obvious except to the observant was that the southward passage of the sun ceased and then reversed itself right at the beginning of winter, giving a sign — even before the coldest days began — that the longer and warmer days of spring were indeed on their way. This seeming paradox must have appeared as an almost magical event, a promise of life embedded in the nature of time and the universe itself. As the retreating sun changed direction, it lost its apparent momentum and seemed to “stand still” in the sky, rising and setting at almost the same position for several days running until it picked up speed going in the other apparent direction — back towards the north, making the days in our hemisphere longer again. This “time of the Sun standing still” is called the Winter Solstice, “solstice” being a combination of the Latin words for “Sun” and “to stand” (motionless). Stonehenge was built on a British plain by one branch of our ancestors some 4,000 years ago to mark the seasons by its alignment with the Sun and other heavenly bodies. Another kindred people, the Greeks, knew the Earth was spherical and marked the passages of the Sun and thousands of stars in their charts long before the word “Bible” was ever uttered by a White man.

This age may seem dark indeed for our people, a cold, cold Winter which threatens us with death.

But at the cusp of winter is the Solstice. The Sun stands still — and then turns our way again, a promise of spring, a promise of life and victory for our people.

Everything depends on us. A future in which young White lovers will still love as only they can; where White scientists will discover and explore new worlds of inner and outer space that we can’t even imagine now; where the laughter and bright faces of White children will still exist; a future in which new Beethovens and Aristotles will still be born; where the greatest heights we have reached in the past will only be foothills of the peaks and mountain vistas to come — that is the world we can build if only we give our all and ensure that every White person hears our message and that every expression of our message is as perfect as we can make it.

As we join hands together this Solstice, let us remember we are also joining our hands with the heroes and heroines of our race who came before us — and the heroes and heroines who are yet to come. Dr. William Pierce is one who never gave up. Our Chairman, Will Williams is one who never gives up. And those of you who are hearing my voice — the faithful and true ones, who make everything we’re doing possible — you are heroes and heroines also, for, whatever has come, you never gave up.

And this, really, is the meaning of the Winter Solstice — the real “reason for the season,” to use everyday language: When the darkest days come, they are the harbinger of a new dawn.

That is what we celebrate this time of year.

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You’ve been listening to American Dissident Voices, the radio program of the National Alliance. The National Alliance is working to educate White men and women around the world as to the nature of the reality we must face — and organizing our people to ensure our survival and advancement. We need your help to continue. Please send the largest contribution you can afford to National Alliance, Box 4, Mountain City, TN 37683 USA. You can also help us by visiting natall.com/donate. Once again, that address is Box 4, Mountain City, TN 37683 USA. Until next week, this is Kevin Alfred Strom reminding you to never give up.

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Excellent statement on the treatment of James Alex Fields.

The entire Charlottesville charade from start to finish casts a harsh light on this gangster regime, which is fundamentally no different from that of the USSR. The orchestrated farce was used by the criminals as a pretext to implement a long-planned shutdown of the Internet under Jewish auspices.

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Thank you so much, Mr. Strom, for this wonderful article. I sincerely hope, with all of my might, that our collective rejuvenation of body and spirit hastens.

My thoughts are also with Mr. Fields, of course. What has been done to that young White man is simply intolerable.

Blessings aplenty to you and yours, to Mr. Williams and his… and to every racially-aware White (and pro-White) person reading this.

-jimmy

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It’s clear to me that Mr. Fields is a victim of partisan law enforcement and the mobs and fanatics they armed up with. The soil of Virginia has experienced the horrors of Federal tyranny more than any state.

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The defense was lackluster. Shame on the jury. Middle aged liberal women ruled by emotion, or perhaps they feared loss of employment in the local community. A $10.00 an hour security guard is not going to ram his only prize possession into anything. Not one juror found reasonable doubt? Their karma is coming.