The Best Thing You’ve Ever Done and the Best Words You’ve Ever Spoken
by Insitor Messor
DON’T BE servile. Always be ready to act in the interests of our people, and act with quiet, assertive confidence.
I took a woman on a date to a restaurant on New Year’s Eve. In the back was a group of our beloved African-American equals, making enough noise to be, well, distasteful. There were two booths available. One booth was back near Little Africa, and the other was far away from our dusky brethren. The hostess told us there was an open booth, and moved to seat us near Little Africa. I looked at the waitress and firmly said, “No, we aren’t sitting next to those people. Hell no. We’ll sit up here, where people know how to behave.”
You could have heard a pin drop in the booths near us. People were paying attention.
We were seated — away from Little Africa — and my friend said, “Why don’t you want to sit back there?”
I could see people around us — older people, prosperous people, educated people, White people — almost pause to hear my response.
“Well, I just can’t stand to be around those jungle savages. Simple as that. There’s no peace and quiet, and they just ruin the experience for the rest of us. They ruin every place they go. Simple as that.”
Everyone around us grinned quietly; one guy looked at me, smiled, and gave me the “thumbs up.”
“Do you think you’re a racist?” my date asked.
“Yes. Yes, I am. So were all of my ancestors, and so were all of your ancestors. They, alone, built civilization, they alone make democratic governments work, and they alone are responsible for all that is good on this planet. Medicine? White people. Hospitals? White people. Schools? White people. Men on the Moon, and bringing them back? White people. Do you see a pattern here?”
“I don’t think it’s going to work out between us.”
“Fine. I’ll take you home now.”
“Okay. I’m sorry you’re a racist.”
“I’m not, as you understand the term, but I don’t have time to explain this to you. For that matter, if I have to explain it to you, then I have too much work to do.”
Every man looked at me with a smile of support and approval.
Not one woman looked at her with anything other than pity.
Then came the kicker.
She spoke softly, quietly, with a skip of hesitance.
“I don’t want to ride in a car with a racist.”
“Fine. Here’s cab fare home. Happy New Year.”
She went to call the cab. An older couple who had seen all of this was nearby.
The guy looked at me and smiled, while shaking his head and nodding in her direction.
His wife looked at me and said, “It’s not my business to say, mister, but you are right, and she’s wrong. She’ll be sorry she let you go.”
I looked at them, said “Thanks,” and gave them Kevin Alfred Strom’s best line: “What happened to us? What happened to White people?” And I told them where they could find out more.
I mention this as a reminder that race is a concept that is greater than mere words can convey; you can explain what it is, up to a point, and how it operates, up to a point. Past that point you are in the realm of inner knowledge coupled with creativity. Past that point of mere explanation is where we need to go. The raw materials are in place in each of us. We all have that inner knowledge, but it requires the spark of creativity to give it life.
At the restaurant that day, my inner knowledge and a little spark of creativity combined — and I acted. And my actions made an impression.
The arts preceded the development of words. The human mind is a symbol processor, and the arts are how the soul communicates without words with other souls. Our public actions can be a form of art.
When we allow the words we hear — and these days, most of those words are unhealthy — to overrule the soul, we literally remove ourselves from the source of our creativity, which is, uniquely, the hallmark of our race. As a result, too many of us slowly go mad. We’re trying to make the outer world of the propasphere, the 24/7 wall of damnable Jew-controlled media, match our inner world — an impossible task. The instincts and ideals inherent in our souls tell us that the media images simply are not real and that the story they tell cannot be true — not even remotely true.
When you listen to that inner voice, you can unleash a power that you may not even be aware of.
Suddenly, you just realize the truth. You literally know without knowing. The spirit bypasses the mind, as your racial consciousness sees an opportunity to move the race forward. All this happens inside your own mind, without words. You just know. You are inspired. Inspired to act and to speak. It happens without words, but it can inspire words — the best words you’ve ever spoken, words from the best part of your soul.
And the race moves forward.
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Source: Insitor Messor and National Vanguard correspondents