Pogrom 2026
("War's good business, so give your son!")
Hearken to Brandon Smith at Alt-Market:
I was watching a news broadcast from the BBC a few months ago in which a male journalist of military age tried to argue rational points on why men in Britain are reticent to go to war for the existing government. He noted that they do not believe that the leftist politicians in power represent them anymore and they feel they are being rapidly replaced by third worlders with hostile ideologies. Why would they fight for such a government?
A black female journalist involved in the discussion sneered at the man’s argument, then grinned as she asserted that nothing he says matters because he could be drafted whether he likes it or not. It was the evil grin of a communist – She knows she’s part of the protected class. She knows that he can be sent to die no matter how logical and reasonable his position, Meanwhile, she risks nothing in her support of continued war.
She was reveling in the idea of white conservative men being expendable. It’s the leftist dream, is it not? To turn their political opponents into beasts of burden and fuel for the fire of their Utopian fantasy. They don’t care about being correct, or moral; they just want to crush the life out of people who disagree with them.
War is tragic for many reasons, but this one doesn’t get the column-inches it deserves: It harvests and kills the best of our young men. First World nations that go to war have always populated the trenches primarily with young White men: the future doers and builders of their respective nations. World War I killed so many of Britain’s and France’s best and brightest that it destroyed them culturally. World War II killed so many young German men that it was destroyed economically. It’s a price paid by both the defeated and the triumphant.
Sadly, when we use the term elite, all too often we’re referring to quite a different class of creatures: persons who have attained high political, economic, or social status. But there are elites and elites. One elite rules; another powers what is ruled. When the latter elite is mowed down by machine gun fire or pulverized in artillery barrages, the former one soon finds that its demesne has been reaved of its engines.
It’s been said that a true megalomaniac will burn his nation to ash to retain power. Rather than surrender what he values most, he’ll content himself with the rule of an empire of cinders. The foremost megalomaniac of the Twentieth Century, Adolf Hitler, provides a striking example.
Today’s leftists are not openly megalomaniacal, but they are openly ruthless. The black journalist cited above is a good example. Now that young White men are turning rightward, rediscovering the values of their grandparents, the Left must find a way to neutralize them. Keeping them from working, marrying, and reproducing is one approach. War is another.
The nations of the European Union are being chivvied to war for Ukraine. No matter which side of the Ukraine-Russia war should prevail, that would be disastrous for the EU nations. They would need to reinstitute conscription, for there’s little taste for war among European Whites. That alone would fracture the social structure, perhaps irrecoverably. The death toll from a prolongation of that war would be staggering, as neither Vladimir Putin nor Volodymyr Zelenskiy would concede short of death.
Leftists in the United States are avid for an American expeditionary force to be sent to that conflict. Conscription hasn’t been practiced here since President Richard Nixon suspended it, but it’s still on the books. This time around it would probably embrace both sexes. And as has always been the case, the great majority of the conscripts would be White.
It would be well for American conservatives to harp on this theme in their outreach efforts. Should the White race “go out of business,” whether because of domestic discord or foreign adventurism, there would be little chance of a future that would improve on our present.

Ah, the passivity of the white race throughout the West continues unabated.
So let’s simply jump to the final words of Martin Niemöller’s poem:
"Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me".