A metaphor for action
by James Edwards
On our radio program, we often talk about the need to have heroes. Our people certainly have many heroes throughout our rich history, but it is also important that we all try to be heroes, in our own way, each and every day. We must set sterling examples for our kinsmen to follow.
The following activist certainly did his part on this day:
It was a sunny, breezy day last week, and the waters were rushing fast and cold along a North Jersey riverside following recent rains. Songbirds were tunefully cooing and singing, the mayflies hatching, vernal flowers blooming, and above all the trout were biting—it was the peak of the Spring season. After the action at the regular fishing hole began to subside, I decided to try my luck downstream. A river bank had been undermined by recent floods, exposing the eerie root architecture of a giant Sycamore tree. It somehow defied gravity, barely clinging to the bank; a deep dark hole and a conspicuous hiding place for the more savvy trout.
Sure enough the first cast produced a lively strike on the glistening metal spoon! The hapless creature was well hooked but didn’t give up; desperately struggling, swimming downstream, and breaking the sparkling surface one last time before I reeled him in, scooping up the quivering spent creature with the landing net. There he was: the last gaze of a conquered rainbow trout. I placed him on the dangling metal stringer hitched to a snaggly root at the river bank.
The action attracted a well equipped, high-booted angler who had I had chatted with about wine making earlier that afternoon. He was a diminutive elderly gentleman of Italian ancestry. He stood near me on the tangled root maze casting and retrieving his silvery lure. Suddenly I heard a splash. It wasn’t a trophy trout at all, but the poor fellow was in the dark pool, sinking while being swept away by the current. I had to act fast! I jumped off the bank, stretching out I barely snatched his navy blue sweatshirt sleeve in time. He seemed to have given up. He was submerged—not even doggy paddling. I gained my footing on the gravelly bottom along the bank. The water there was five plus feet deep. Grabbing a root that resembled a bony finger as an anchor with one hand, I pulled what felt like a 100-lb sack of potatoes with all my might, trying to resist the mighty force of the raging current. My fishing companion joined the struggle. She managed to get hold of a fistful of sweatshirt, and in tandem we puffed and pulled, finally succeeding in bringing our comrade to the riverbank. Once out of the current’s harm’s way, he began desperately clambering up the root nest, clutching and clawing to get up the bank. With one great heave-ho, I launched him up the bank. My companion had to pull me up the steep bank as I was depleted. Coughing and spurting, finally catching his breath, he hugged me and graciously thanked me. I wanted to call for medical attention, but being of the old school when men were still made of iron, he persistently refused. His fishing buddy soon arrived and they both left, gesticulating and ambling up the hill excitedly exchanging supplications in their melodious Italian.
Our people are sinking into the dark hole of oblivion. Malignant currents are sweeping away the great Western Civilization that we created. We need to act quickly and take decisive measures toward ultimate Victory. Risks are unavoidable, and will need to be taken. Like the foregoing true story, without taking risk, one of our kinsmen would have been swept to a dark watery grave. Ultimately, after final Victory, we will not be remembered by how many SUVs, McMansions, or widescreen idiot boxes we owned, but by deeds heroically performed for our people.
This kind of heroism has always defined European Americans and we salute the young man in the story for doing his duty on behalf of his fellow man.
And while the sacrifices we make pale in comparison to the sacrifices of blood and bone that were offered by our ancestors who won for us this country, we ask that everyone reading this article be a hero today by donating to this radio program, or to whichever paleoconservative entity you deem most worthy.
Risk, indeed, will be necessary to save our people. Financial support isn’t much to ask. One day we might have to be willing to part with much more unless we start being a part of the solution now.
Special thanks to the League of American Patriots for bringing this story to my attention!