Russian Peasant 1920s, Baltimore Wokester 2020s
Two women whose lives were ruined share more than the nature of their victimization. Below, I argue they are natural allies.
I once read an account by a young Jewish woman in a collection of first-person stories of the experiences of Jews under the Bolsheviks in early 20th century Russia that deserves re-telling. After the February, 1917, revolution had granted them full political and legal emancipation, masses of Jews poured into Russia’s cities, from which they had previously been, for the most part, excluded. The Jews who formed this mass movement came from the areas inside Russia to which they had been restricted, but also from outside Russia. Trotsky, for example, with funding from international Jewish bankers and accompanied by a government-in-waiting comprised of hundreds of Jews, left the Lower East Side of New York and returned to his native Russia. Lenin, in Switzerland, also returned to his native Russia with his own coterie of Bolshevik Jews. Under Aleksandr Kerensky, the Jewish president of the provisional government, the Jews who were pouring in rapidly filled key positions of power in the new government even as hundreds of antisemites were being rounded up for their political views throughout the vast Russian empire. By October, Trotsky and Lenin were ready to take the reins. Trotsky executed the nearly bloodless Bolshevik Revolution as Kerensky slunk away out of the country.1
The Bolsheviks, immediately upon seizing power, began the wholesale nationalization of entire industries and the mass expropriation of private, monarchal, and ecclesiastical property. Anyone with anything worth stealing was declared an enemy of the people and executed, their property confiscated “for the proletariat.” Banks were seized and the contents of their vaults carted away—mainly to the Lower East Side of New York City—also “for the proletariat.” Unsurprisingly, the nation’s economy ground to a halt, and the grim joke among the people was that the only businesses still in operation were the money-printing presses.
It was during that chaotic period that a young Jewish woman undertook a train trip to a Christian area of Russia to exchange some bank notes. The leaders of the Jewish village in which she lived had received word from Jews in the capital that a certain edict by the new regime was imminent—the effect of which would render a certain kind of bank note worthless. There was a scramble among the Jews in her village who held those notes to get rid of them before the edict. She was one of those selected to travel to a Christian area, where the people would be in the dark concerning the coming edict, and effect the exchange. The point of her story was how onerous and dangerous the train trip was, but the part I found most interesting was her account of the exchange itself and her personal feelings about it.
When she arrived in the small Christian town she had selected, she went to the marketplace where Christian peasants were selling things. She struck up conversations with various vendors, weaving a tale about how she needed to exchange these bank notes she was carrying. Eventually, she found a woman who was sympathetic to her invented plight. The Christian woman agreed to leave her stall and return with the Jewish woman to her home, where she had all her savings in some other form of currency, and exchange it for the “rock solid” bank notes the Jewish woman carried.
The Jewish woman describes the Russian woman as one of those giant Russian personality types, the type who smothers everybody with kisses and hugs and terms of endearment and that warmest of sincere hospitality Russians do better than anyone. The Christian woman, sharing tea and sweets from her meager supply, told the Jewish woman of the loss of her husband and son in the civil war then raging, and of her fears for her only remaining son, who was also off fighting. The Jewish woman recounted her own losses in the horrors unfolding around them, and they wept in each others arms. Eventually, they exchanged the bank notes and the Jewish woman headed back to catch the train for her return trip knowing that the Russian woman would be completely ruined in a few days by their transaction.
The Jewish woman wrote that she felt guilt on her way to the train about what she had just done to the poor Christian woman and she even briefly considered going back and undoing the transaction. “But,” she asks the reader rhetorically, “what could I do? Return to my village empty-handed?”—an option considered by her (and, she assumes, her readers) to be as impossible as you and I might consider the rhetorical option, “But what could I do? Sprout wings and fly to the moon?” The young Jewish woman returned to her village with the peasant woman’s life savings, which was to be distributed among her fellow Jews—all of whom were already benefiting unfairly, at the expense of their Christian compatriots, from inside information received from the Jews newly installed in positions of power in the capital.
So there you have an example of just how ugly in-group loyalty can be. Now let’s look at an example of just how ugly in-group disloyalty can be.
A 30-something white woman in Baltimore named Pava Lapere was murdered on September 22 after she opened the door of her building to let in a black male stranger who was pantomiming he had locked himself out of the building. Surveillance cameras showed them both getting on the elevator together. Less than an hour later, he is seen on surveillance cameras wiping his hands as he is leaving the building. Lapere was discovered later on the roof, dead, having suffered “grievous bodily injury.” A brick and her teeth were recovered from the crime scene.
And, she left a long trail of online halfwit wokestry. White man, oppressor. Black man, oppressed. The usual pablum you hear from disloyal whites. An article at The Unz Review reprints a lot of it and, yes, it is ugly. But the in-group disloyalty gets even uglier in the comments below the article. Here is a sampling:
She learned the art of race hustling very well. Grifter had it coming when she let the negro in the building. The other tenants should be livid. She would take great pleasure ruining the life of a race realist, bank on it.
It’s been a good week for schadenfreude:
1. Pava Lapere
2. Ryan Carson
3. Josh Kruger
And it’s only Wednesday!
We should CARE about these lowlife scum? No, rejoice that this bitch got killed.
Nothing she wrote was ever anything she believed in. The guy who killed her should get a one-day sentence and be sent on his way.
it’s been a good week for urban white cosmics getting exterminated by their Black pets. keep up the good work, Congoids.
Her anti-White male stance exposed the brainwashing she received in college. Her death was predictable, as she cluelessly befriended a negro who violently raped and killed her. A negro out of jail due to philosophies she espoused. One down, many more to go.
…and so on.
If we have in our midst a group that practices in-group loyalty to the ugly extreme illustrated in the story of the young Jewish woman and the Christian peasant woman —loyalty so extreme it will justify any moral outrage, any injustice, any violation of civil conduct, any collaborative effort for the benefit of the in-group up to and including the total destruction of our own group, then appropriate defensive measures must be taken. And whatever else that may mean, one thing is certain: in order for the defensive measures to have a hope of success, they must include a high degree of in-group loyalty. Celebrating the murder of one of our own, however deserving, at the hands of an other is, of course, completely counter to that goal. One nurtures loyalty by rising above their disloyalty.
Yes, the woke white sheep deserve a good tongue-lashing, but not publicly. In public, cajole, reason, educate. Maybe later, when we are secure enough, you’ll have the opportunity to give them the beating they deserve, but not now. Our position is too precarious, our options, too limited, and our chances, too slim.
But, group cohesion among the Sons and Daughters of the West? Even including Russia and Ukraine?2 Just imagine it. That would have meant no WWI. No WWII. No Bolshevik Revolution. No Iraq War. No weaponized FBI. Yes, group cohesion among white gentiles seems an impossible dream—after all, we toss aside, especially we Protestants, even our brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and sons and daughters out of mere spite or on some wanton caprice. Permanently. But this is a religious failing that will be set right come the revolution.
And there is cause for hope.
The General Social Survey (GSS) has been tracking the confidence Americans have in the press going back to 1973. In that year, nearly one in four Americans had “a great deal” of confidence in the American press corps, while fewer than 15 percent of respondents in 1973 said they had “hardly any” confidence in the news media. How things have changed in the fifty years since!
In 2022, only 7.1 percent of Americans said they had a “a great deal” of confidence in the press, while more than half of all Americans said they had “hardly any” confidence in the people bringing them the news.
For generations, going back to the Founding, we were taugh that our vaunted free press was “the watchdog of democracy,” the guarantor of our freedoms, the fourth branch of government, the marketplace of ideas, the arena out of which the rough and tumble of bare-knuckled politics produced a steady and reasonable course for our grand ship of state, guided only by this experiment in self-government and our belief that liberty was the natural state of man. We really believed that. We trusted them.
But, now—now we know better; in 2022, nine out of ten Americans had little to no confidence at all in the press. In other words, even though Jews maintain a stranglehold on the press, the press no longer maintains a stranglehold on the truth. Thus, we have a path to freedom denied our forebears—a chance to break free of the genocidal Talmudic conspiracy and the fierce in-group loyalty—the racism—that fuels it.
The Russian peasant woman who lost her life savings to the heartless immorality of extreme in-group loyalty and the woke Baltimore woman who lost her life to the heartless immorality of extreme in-group disloyalty are natural allies. They have to be, because, from the Jewish side, there is no diminution, that I can see, anyway, of in-group loyalty. Instead, all across the world, there is a swelling chorus of Jewish demands to “fight antisemitism,” the battle cry that animates the theory of the master race.
Kerensky ended up in the United States, where he died peacefully in 1970 while the innocent tens of millions of Russian Christians were still being murdered by the monstrous regime for which he had paved the way.
And a respectful alliance with our Latin American cousins.
Thank you, Craig, for creating a forum where we can have these discussions!
The notion of the Frog needing to change its nature is compelling. (I've got the power to change myself, but changing the Scorpion is outside my scope.) The challenge this inevitably evokes is... how do I change my nature without destroying what makes me what I am?
This seems to be tied into the conundrum that our best characteristics can also be our worst. For example, one of the best characteristics of Western people, and one of our defining characteristics, is our strong sense of individualism. And yet, as you so aptly point out, our lack of collective cohesion, in terms of loyalty to our own kin, also seems to be our downfall.
I am by nature a fairly strong individualist. I don't know how far I can go in changing that - to do so would seem to nullify what I actually am. However, I am noticing that in my efforts to evolve as an individual, I have had a tendency in the past to slide into a kind of trap - you might call it a "white disloyalty trap." It goes something like this:
When I recognize something I don't like about the culture I come from, say materialism, I go around looking for a culture that *appears* to be less materialistic - to give me guidance, and possibly to find a place where I might feel I belong. I did this for a time with what is called "First Nations" culture in Canada, romanticizing a group of people I didn't know much about so that I could project what I wanted them to be, onto them as a group.
Not very respectful towards the group being romanticized... an ultimately a fool's errand on my part.
What I am attempting to do these days is to evolve as an individual, while still practising gratitude to my forebears for getting me this far. It helps enormously to have the insights of writing like yours. It might sound trite, but for the first time since I was a small child, I can honestly say I am really happy to have European roots.
If I don't know where to go from here at times, at least I can get inspiration from knowing that imagination has always fuelled the best of our culture. Thanks for helping me imagine where we need to take things with your posts.
I found the story of what the young Jewish woman did to the Russian peasant woman really unnerving. The guilt she reports feeling on her way to the train station is so overwhelmingly outweighed by the level of planning and the very successful execution of her con. (She knew where to go, what kind of person to look for, and how to behave towards her to get what she wanted.)
It makes her wailing of "What could I do?" that much more pathetic.
The story is like a real life enactment of the Scorpion & Frog tale. The Jewish woman is utterly incapable of overcoming her own nature. It behooves those of us who couldn't imagine doing the same thing to beware.