How I Became a Nationalist

I share my personal journey to those who may have trod a similar path in their lives and those still on this trip towards enlightenment

I’d first been exposed to the ideals of race realism and nationalism during high school, when a teacher I asked to sponsor my independent study offered me a copy of Mein Kampf to read, in addition to the handful of other books I had proposed (Nineteen Eighty-Four, Brave New World, Frankenstein, and Paradise Lost). I read Adolf Hitler’s most famous work with the eyes and mind of a youth not yet fully aware of the truth of the world around him, but I also approached it dispassionately, neither reveling nor recoiling at the words, merely reading the document for what it was: a memoir of a man who saw his society decaying around him as he sat in a prison in the early 1920s after a political coup in Bavaria failed to take off.

It wasn’t until nearly a decade later when I was in college after serving a stint in the U.S. military that I picked up an interesting book from the local library: The Redneck Manifesto, by Jim Goad. This is a book that reveals the untold history of the White underclass of America, their trials and tribulations, and it opened my eyes to the lie of White Privilege when so many of our ancestors were brought to these shores as slaves – more numerous than even the African slave trade – and often treated far worse. Despite America having been built on the backs and bones of these men and women, they received derision and scorn from the nation’s elite classes, who would often pit non-Whites against this group in a competition for survival.

It was also in college when I first started learning about Ron Paul and his political stances, often reading his daily and weekly newsletters (available archives) and other similar content on Lew Rockwell’s website (one of his key congressional staffers), learning about how much of our nation is controlled by foreign and corporate interests, a global elite, who pull the strings of media, finance, and politics. I knew he was a long shot to win the party’s nomination, and I even had a dream of moving to his district in Texas and working with him more directly (though I did get to meet and interview him during college) and perhaps run for his seat after he retired and carry that torch onward.

So for about a decade after this, until the rise of Trump, I considered myself a paleo-conservative with some race realism mixed in.

When Trump came onto the scene in late 2015, despite his dismal performance in the previous primary race, I took some time to listen to his message, and it was a surprising message of hope. It was a message to restore America to what it should be – and like so many millions of us, I believed him and voted for him in 2016 while I still lived in a purple state (where such a vote actually matters). Make America Great Again is a truly nationalist slogan, and one that did indeed resonate with a majority of Americans, cutting across economic classes and racial lines, and in some cases, even across the political spectrum.

But by 2018, I realized I’d been had: he staffed his administration with swamp rats and other globalist neo-conservatives who were his sworn enemies, he signed massive spending bills multiple times despite promising he would never do so, and in every aspect of his presidency where he had sole authority to operate without Congressional interference, he chose not to work in the interests of America and her people, but instead to allow the status quo to persist and ferment. He was either too weak to stand up for Americans, or he was controlled opposition dedicated to destroying her foundations even further – and in either case, his actions were unforgivable to me.

The final straw was January 6th, but not for the reasons many never-Trumpers would cite: rather, it was his failure to pardon his own supporters, many of whom continue to languish in federal prison under inhumane conditions and some who have taken their lives rather than have their memories destroyed for their misguided support of an imperfect man.

By this point, I had already been deep into hard right nationalism for two or three years, so none of this came as a surprise as a result. I’d followed YouTube personalities like James Allsup and Vincent James, among others who spoke regularly on forbidden topics of conversation in an attempt to wake Americans up to the decay and destruction from within by a tribe of rootless cosmopolitans who hold dual citizenship, but only a single loyalty – and it isn’t loyalty to America.

In the end, perhaps you are somewhere along the same journey, or perhaps you’ll never reach the same point on the road that I have, or you may even be further down the road than I happen to be. Wherever you happen to be on your journey towards social awakening, please remember the steps you took along the way, and that there are thousands, if not millions, on that same step who just need a gentle nudge and a friendly hand to help guide them on the correct path.

Be the Virgil to their Dante as you guide them through the Hell that is modern America – and may we all reach Paradise together in the end.