I pulled up to the restaurant, my face flushed with anxiety and my mind racing with worries. My eyes scanned around for antifas, but nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. I felt short of breath, partially due to panic and partially due to wearing a dress shirt with a tie that I purchased before my desk job fattened me up.
A friendly Hispanic waitress came up and asked me if I was expecting anybody. I hesitated. A few people had suggested they might show up, and dozens had been notified in the mailing list. I was nearly a half hour early.
“I don’t know…”, I offered. “Maybe about a dozen.”
Her eyes widened with concern. “We’ll pull some tables together for you, sir.” I set my briefcase down and assisted them in pulling two tables together. I asked for a glass of water to drink then had a seat, shuffling through my overfilled briefcase for the materials I brought.
I scribbled in my notepad, my eyes darting between it and people entering the restaurant. The waitress checked on me every ten minutes or so. As six o’clock rolled past, I started to wonder if anybody would show up at all. People kept entering, but none of them scanned around for me.
At 6:30, I began to lose hope. I went ahead and ordered a grilled cheese and fries, then invited the waitress to relieve me of my wasted table. The look of sincere pity she offered me was endearing, though I don’t know if she would have offered it had she known what my invisible group was about.
By 7:00, I had taken off my tie. It was nice to be able to breath again. The meeting was from 6:00 to 8:00, and I didn’t want to risk abandoning any stragglers. Besides, Spengler’s Roman soldier came to mind. I was going to host a damn monthly meeting every month, as a lightning rod around which dissent could coalesce some day.
I stuffed everything back in my briefcase and left at exactly 8:00.
[9 Months Later…]
My wife and I showed up to the reserved banquet room about fifteen minutes before the meeting. One member had sponsored the room to assure we had the privacy we need to carry on our meeting. We laid out copies of the materials and books on the tables and I mingled with the dozens of members from throughout the state who came to join us.
We had church leaders, elected officials, successful businessmen, and accomplished activists discussing ideas, making decisions, and tracking the progress of ongoing projects. More importantly, we had plenty of ordinary people who were ready to show up for a rally, hold a sign, or gather petition signatures.
People from several different subcultures and age groups were collaborating around the core vision: that of becoming advocates for our own people. Ironically, what had felt like an exercise in futility by the one man who cared has become a logistical nightmare of trying to keep up with several bright and motivated people.
That’s great, Wiki! You are the pioneer!
That’s inspiring stuff, Wiki.
Congratulations on your success and keep up the good work!
Nicely done, I’m hoping to do something, or be a part of something similar in my hometown.
Thank you all.
I don’t think there’s any substitute to getting together in person and working on these issues at the local level. It’s addicting.
This is exactly the strategy. You are having the rebuild the networks because they have all been destroyed.
Catherine Austin Fitts (who would denounce anything “racist” I’m sure) suggests “Solari Circles”
http://solari.com/blog/?p=1718
The American white social network used to be called “church.” When that went out of fashion whites no longer had a core, geographically based social network. Unions were a great secular, functional model but were taken over early by communists and assorted radicals. Kudos to you for sticking around the full two hours alone, grass roots organizing is a tough and thankless job.
I say it’s time to rebuild the old style WASP social clubs. Private membership clubs, by invitation only, for social or religious purposes only (no politics). Start them unorganized and unofficial; rent the banquet hall in one person’s name, like you would a wedding. If the group becomes coherent enough to buy property, organize as a non-profit charity or educational group, or mutual aid society, and buy a building.
Keep the whiteness implied, because this isn’t a political or activist group. Keep it invitation only. Keep it rigorously non-political. Think Elks club, Bible study, or the Fans of Thor Fraternity. Donate money to a charity.
Vanguards are for communists anyway. If whites were simply organized with other whites, half of our problem actually would vanish overnight.
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I’m going to respectfully disagree with the politicization of the group, but am inclined to agree with your basic message: that the meetup is the movement. There’s little to be gained by getting too specific with the politics, and the social banter commonly dismisses as fluff is very important.
Nice essay, Wikitopian.
Today Applebees – tomorrow the WORLD.
And as far as the WORLD goes, interested patriots should check out rebelnews.org. – an Aussie site. Awhile back I got Mark Weber at IHR to link to them, and onsite point-in-time peak traffic has since increased from 600+ to 1,300+. The tighter we network, in cyberspace and real space, the more powerful we will become.