“There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,” returned the nephew: “Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come around – apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that – as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that is has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”
We had a friend who was our friend from early days, with whom we often pictured the changes that were to come upon our lives, and merrily imagined how we would speak, and walk, and think, and talk, when we came to be old. His destined habitation in the City of the Dead received him in his prime. Shall he be shut out from our Christmas remembrance? Would his love have so excluded us? Lost friend, lost child, lost parent, sister, brother, husband, wife, we will not so discard you! You shall hold your cherished places in our Christmas hearts, and by our Christmas fires; and in the season of immortal hope, and on the birthday of immortal mercy, we will shut out Nothing! – Charles Dickens
While traveling in the Lake District of England one summer I got lost, which turned out nicely for me, because I was offered a night’s lodging by an elderly English couple who were very kind and hospitable. In the study where I slept that night there was a painting that my host told me was by an unknown German painter. The painting depicted a Santa Claus-type figure keeping a black devil under lock and key. The painting brought to mind Prospero and Caliban.
I think — and possibly I’m alone in this — that works like the old German painting and Shakespeare’s The Tempest take us back to a time when the white man’s racial memory was still functioning. He remembered when his people fought for the light against Cush and Nimrod, who fought for the devil and the powers of darkness. And if such things sound too fantastical to be true, I would ask you to look at what is happening in the European nations. Can there be any doubt that black people have a special relationship with the devil? Why, in the European fairy tales, is the devil depicted as a black man? I think, and the evidence is all around us, it was because our ancestors had wise blood; they knew instinctually that the blacks had to be held in check or they would rise up and destroy everything white and Christian.
There is no contradiction between a benevolent Santa Claus and a fierce, fighting Santa Claus. Doesn’t that “charity of honor” demand that all true Christian hearts should fight evil and champion the good? And who is more Christian and charitable than Santa Claus? Only our Lord, whom Santa Claus serves. We need a fighting Sinterklaas who will lead his people against the colored barbarians and the liberals.
I saw an article by a self-styled black muckraker who wrote that white complaints about black violence revealed white racism, because black violence against whites was part of black culture. The black pundit went on to explain that the slightest murmur of protest from whites was an indication of “racism,” which is evil. That bit of black logic has been accepted by white people. They truly believe that they must accept black violence against whites. Whenever a black atrocity occurs that cannot be hushed up (and most of them are), some Professor So-and-so declares that the black atrocity is nowhere near as dangerous as the prejudiced reactions of white people who deplore the black atrocity. We are not only supposed to countenance black atrocities, we are also forbidden to call them atrocities. They are just expressions of black culture or else they are “justifiable” killings and rapes, because of “the terrible legacy of white racism.”
The white man’s acceptance of black atrocities against whites stems from his lack of a religion. He has jettisoned his belief in the Christian God for a belief in an ongoing evolutionary process toward a heaven on earth that is always in the future, never in the present. So the white man lives in black hell while he dreams of a kingdom of heaven on earth that can and will become a reality as soon as all prejudiced white people are eliminated from the face of the earth. Prejudice is always the enemy, but only white prejudice as defined by the liberals and the colored barbarians. This prejudice pervades the very air we breathe, according to the liberals and their colored gods, and it can only be eliminated when white people are eliminated. This is why there are never any concessions made to whites. They can elect a black president, they can say nothing as their kith and kin are murdered, but still they are prejudiced. Nothing a white man does can eliminate his original sin, which is his whiteness.
I love Clement Moore’s “The Night Before Christmas,” Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, the old Christmas carols, and everything that goes with a truly white Christmas. But we must never forget that Christmas is a European custom: there will be no Christmas if the colored barbarians are allowed to pollute the European nations with their presence. The formerly Christian clergymen have already handed the churches over to the colored gods; should we follow their lead and hand over our kith and kin to be sacrificed at the altars consecrated to the negro gods? No, we will not. I see a fighting Sinterklaas in my mind’s eye, and I will follow his lead, because the liberals and the colored barbarians are maniacally and unalterably opposed to Christmas. How could it be otherwise? The birth of Mercy Incarnate is an anathema to Satan and his liberal and colored minions.
In the European Christmases of old there was a wonderful stress on intimacy: Intimacy with our kith and kin — “peace on earth, good will toward men” — and intimacy with our Lord — “Away in the manger, No crib for His bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.” Intimacy is also stressed in modern Europe, but it is intimacy with the devil. We are urged, through every official channel of church and state, to get closer to the devil by loving and adoring the sacred negro. You can’t serve the devil and Christ; a man must choose one or the other – Mercy Incarnate cannot be blended with cruelty incarnate.
For centuries literary critics, who do not understand literature, have been trying (and failing) to find the ‘secret’ meaning of Shakespeare’s The Tempest. The secret is that there is no secret meaning. The Tempest is Shakespeare’s 1st Corinthians 13. Prospero, like St. Paul, rejects the way of “all mysteries, and all knowledge” and follows the simplest yet most profound way to God – “Charity never faileth.” Prospero loves in and through his people. He protects his daughter from the negroid Caliban, and he forgives his kinsmen their sins against him, binding up their wounds and reconciling them to each other. By being merciful Prospero points us to the God of mercy, just as Sinterklaas does every Christmas when he helps us to celebrate the birth of the God of mercy. But the God of mercy can only come to human hearts. He needs such men as Sinterklaas and Prospero who are willing to be fierce in defense of charity, mercy, and innocence. Caliban, by his own admission, would have raped Miranda and made Prospero’s isle a hellish black Babylon:
Prospero. Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us’d thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodg’d thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honor of my child.
Caliban. O ho, O ho! Would ‘t had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had people’d else
This isle with Calibans.
Prospero. Abhorred slave,
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other. When thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow’d thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in’t which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore was thou
Deservedly confin’d into this rock,
Who hadst deserv’d more than a prison.
The murder and rape of the European people is proceeding at a rapid pace, because we no longer see that the Sinterklaas who keeps the black devils in chains and the Sinterklaas who gives presents to all the good boys and girls are one and the same. The Christmas virtues of faith, hope, and charity, must have a local habitation; they must have European hearts to dwell in. The liberals and the colored barbarians are on a satanic mission to root out those European virtues by having the heart’s blood of every single European. The ghost of Christmas present tells us that we must keep the spirit of Christmas in our hearts for all 365 days of the year. So be it, let us keep the fighting spirit of Sinterklaas and Prospero in our hearts this Christmas season and throughout the year.
As I grow older I find that I am becoming one with the old squire depicted in Washington Irving’s narrative of a Christmas in England. The old squire was fierce in defense of the old Christmas customs. We now need a legion of old squires to defend Christmas. What kind of people are these liberals and colored barbarians who want to destroy the Christmas traditions of the European people? I think we know what kind of people they are. They are Christ-hating technocratic liberals and Christ-hating negroid devils. Let us not blend our European Christmas with liberals or let the savage hordes of color destroy it. Instead we shall celebrate His birth as all Europeans should, with faith, hope, and above all with the charity that never faileth. Merry Christmas!
NOTE: For the next two Saturdays, I will publish my usual Christmas tale and then resume with my regular blog.