Note: The following excerpt is taken from my longer piece, entitled The N*****s of the Earth, which chronicles my recent travels among the embattled Afrikaners in post-Apartheid, ANC-ruled South Africa. The N*****s of the Earth will appear in the first issue of Radix, the new print journal funded by the National Policy Institute.

This passage concerns my visit to the town of Orania, a specifically Afrikaner enclave and mini-ethnostate in the Northern Cape that has garnered worldwide attention. While there, I speak with one of the community’s many interesting inhabitants, a German convert to Boer-dom named Sebastiaan Biehl.


Poor you!
by Brett Stevens

The little guy never had a chance in this world.

He is hopelessly manipulated by a media owned by criminal elites, pushed around by government with its paramilitary police, and his fortunes wax and wane at the whim of the sociopathic banksters who control Wall Street and the value of our currency.


The following is an exclusive excerpt from my article The N*****s of the Earth, concerning my travels among the Afrikaners last December, and included in the first issue of Radix, the print journal put out by the National Policy Institute. 

The Voortrekker Monument in a lightning storm.

During the time I spend in Johannesburg and neighboring Pretoria, the word “surreal” keeps leaping to mind. It’s just hard to get a handle on this strange place. There is dire talk of continuing Black-on-White crime and even whispers of a coming Rwanda-style attempted genocide, an event supposedly predicted by legendary Afrikaner seer and mystic Nicholaas “Siener” van Rensburg, a kind of Boer Nostradamus who allegedly predicted the assassinations of Koos De La Rey and Hendrik Verwoerd, the advent of black rule in South Africa and the bitter blossoming of the deadly and virulent AIDS epidemic.


It's good to see Gavin McInnes giving his usual sensitive take on the Islamic world, over at Taki's. Yes, he's right. Islam does produce plenty of newsworthy and easy-to-ridicule moments. For a writer of McInnes's sarkiness it must look like one hell of an inviting piñata, although the words "fish," "barrel," and "shooting" also spring to mind.


Ferdinand Bardamu, master of ceremonies at the seminal mansophere blog In Mala Fide, has opted to take his website to the cyber-scrapheap while he heads for some ill-defined greener pastures. I don't know Ferd personally, though he has been kind enough to link to many of my articles, and I will always adore the implacably profane honesty of the opening sentence of his review of The Columbine Pilgrim ("Holy fuck, this is one messed-up book."); thus, I wish him well.


by Brett Stevens

"Downfall," an article of mine published here generated some interesting comments. Since I'm thankful to readers for paying attention, I'll answer these in clusters by topic.


by Lars Holger Holm

The word modernus made its first appearance in writing during the 5th century AD. The antique world was at that time way past its heyday. Its final political embodiment, the Roman empire, had in fact been overrun several times by Barbarians of different races. In southern Europe the pantheon of pagan gods had been irrevocably supplanted with the doctrine of Christianism. But even though 5th century Europe indeed saw Christianism conquer the souls en masse, the question as to whether modernus in this context is perhaps a significant byword for an important change taking place in the collective conscience, I shall at present leave aside. Essential to our purpose here is that modernus, together with a later word modernitas, which made its first attested appearance at a church meeting initiated by Pope Gregory VII in 1075 – thus in the momentous era between the Battle of Hasting and the First Crusade--are both derived from the Latin adverb "modo," interpreted as now, recently and the Greek word "modos," signifying today. The text in question speaks of a modernitas nostra: "our modernity."


by Mark Hackard
When he called the people unto Him with His disciples also, He said to them, Whosoever will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for My sake and the gospel's, the same shall save it.
Mark 8:34-35
On May 23rd 1996, his 19th birthday, Private Evgeny Rodionov hung from the wrists in a dark and filth-ridden cell outside of a village called Bamut. The young man could hardly have imagined such ill fortune just a year earlier upon his induction into Russia’s armed forces. A native of the Moscow region, Rodionov joined the border troops and was sent to the North Caucasus for duty at an outpost near mutinous Chechnya. With three comrades he manned a checkpoint along a desolate smuggling road on February 13th; as if to illustrate the outrageous negligence of the Yeltsin-era Russian military, they were not provided rifles or even radios. And so within a matter of hours these teenage conscripts, raw youth on alien and hostile terrain, were captured by a dozen well-armed Chechen fighters riding in a commandeered ambulance. Despite hearing screams for help, officers nearby simply wrote their men off as deserters.


With the incessant barrage of adulation unleashed by the media on the occasion of Queen Elizabeth’s Diamond Jubilee, the bigger picture has slipped down the back of Britain’s national sofa yet again.

While we have heard lots of twaddle about what a subtle manager of the national psyche she is and how similar to us she actually is (minus her diamonds, caviar, and gilded carriages), nobody seems to have much of a grasp on what monarchy in the 21st century actually is, or of the rationale behind it. The gap where that unasked and unanswered question lies seems for the most part to be clogged with trashy platitudes like “if we didn’t have a Queen we’d have to have a president” and “I suppose it’s good for the tourists.” Very profound!


Nature abhors a vacuum, and will often work overtime and at the weekends to fill one. In political and civilizational terms several vacuums seem to have opened up recently. We can only imagine what new-fangled entities will be called forth to occupy them.

For example, what will replace the vast, perennially gaping hole that seems to exist in Continental Europe? The tottering Eurozone is just the latest in a succession of weird and outlandish political entities, ideologies, and 'solutions' that have tried and failed to fill that particular void over the last 2000 years. On past records, the restoration of the Holy Roman Empire looks like the best bet for stability, so Franz Joseph the XXVIIth, or whatever his name will be, has got my vote.