Be a Kievsky
by Marc Moran
I am a coward.
People who know me would question that statement. I am a combat veteran,
having fought in the 82nd Airborne Division. I once jumped into the surf at
a rocky beach to pull a child out of the water who would certainly have
drowned because the lifeguards were too busy trying to get laid by a group
of teen-age girls and didn't think it was important enough to do the job
they were being paid for. Once upon a time at a deserted intersection in
North Carolina, in the middle of the night, I jumped out of my car with
nothing but my fists to help a homeless man who was being beaten severely by
four punks in the middle of the street.
Yet for years I have held my tongue each and every time I have observed a
mixed race couple walk down the street. I have ignored the immigrants who
set up shop in my little town, adding pornography to the bread and milk that
were once the staples at the corner grocery when Whites ran it. I have
turned my head as they pulled down the Washington Boulevard sign and
replaced it with the name of a man who was a known communist and plagiarist,
Martin Luther King, Jr. I have closed my eyes to the fact that the mission
statement of our public school was changed from "To teach our children the
importance of understanding the history of our Nation and the
accomplishments of our founding fathers," to "Promote a culture of respect
which values diversity." I have ignored a thousand other insults and abuses
that take place as a matter of course these days, again and again, over and
I have failed to do what I know to be the right thing for my family, my
community, my nation and myself, not because I was afraid of death or
dismemberment, but because I was worried what others would think of me.
I am through with being afraid and it feels great.
I have reclaimed what was mine all along, the voice of my ancestors.
From this point forward I remain firm in my conviction that I will speak the
truth, face the music and fight for what I know to be the future of my
people. If a man like Mr. Kievsky can walk into City Council meeting and
stand up to monsters like the ADL in the presence of his neighbors and speak
the truth about the fallacy of diversity and the threat that unchecked
immigration poses to this country, so can I.
I have a voice, I have a mind and I have the Truth on my side.
And I intend to use them.
Now is the time, brothers and sisters, to rise up and give voice to the
Truth. Arise and go out into your community and put up a flyer, buttonhole
the mailman, attend a meeting where they ask for public input and give it.
Reclaim the right to say, "You are wrong, not I."
Take your children out of the schools that would teach them that they are
the problem instead of the solution. Stare back and point your own finger at
the effrontery demonstrated by the homosexual, the feminist, the illegal
immigrant, the Jew and the lemmings who think that they can call the shots,
because only we are spineless enough to accept anything and everything and
applaud them while they do it.
Write letters to the editor of your local paper and be prepared when the
offended either call late at night (for that is their hour) or write back
with venomous attacks on you and your family instead of addressing the
issues you raise. Go to the library and request books that you know they
don't carry and then ask them why and demand that they order them. Read
those books. Write an essay about your own awakening and read it to your
children. Take them to the city and show them examples of the failure of
diversity. Take them to the country and show them the success of
Talk openly in your home, your business, your neighborhood and your
community about your beliefs and be prepared to support your arguments with
hard facts instead of warm fuzzy feelings.
More than any of these things, you must be prepared for the backlash.
Prepare your family to defend itself both rhetorically as well as physically
from the attacks that will come. Stand up for yourself so that those who
respect you can do the same for themselves. Be truthful, sober and
hardworking so that those who you encounter can find no fault, but rather
must manufacture it on their own, setting themselves up for failure should
they ever be held to account. Demonstrate your support and your solidarity
with those who are struggling to come to grips with their own dawning sense
of racial pride and encourage them with unflagging confidence that in the
long run, even if we never see it, that the Truth will win in the end and
that one day the children of your children and their children as well will
live in a world where altruism isn't a weakness, but a strength, where
racial pride isn't hateful, but a loving expression of blood-brotherhood and
where cowardice is not the norm, but a weakness to be eschewed.
For once in your life, be a Kievsky.