Why Use the Term ‘Racial’?
by Guillaume Faye
This is an excerpt from Guillaume Faye’s final book Racial Civil War. Faye addresses the escalating tension in Europe due to Islamist terrorism, inter-religious violence, and the effects of poor immigration policies. He warns that Europe stands on the brink of a civil war, fueled by ethnic divides. Through examining troubling trends in French society, Racial Civil War is a stark reminder of the challenges facing a divided multicultural Europe, urging Europeans to recognize the issue before it it too late.
The political book that you are holding in your hands is entitled Guerre civile raciale in the French, Racial Civil War. Some people are likely to think that I am using the term ‘racial’ out of a desire to provoke, instead of resorting to a more catch-all word or expression; in short, that I have opted for it so that this book can go viral! This, however, is not the case. When I write the words ‘race’, ‘racial’ and ‘racism’, I do so as part of a sincere longing for accuracy. My desire is to state the facts as they actually are, here, in France, and in this age of ours, based on all that we see and notice on a daily basis.
This reality is experienced by our peaceful French men and women, who are mocked, attacked, raped and killed every day by individuals belonging to non-European races. Oh, I am certain that the very sight of these words will seem unpleasant to those that are ever so bleary-eyed… I could indeed say ‘people’, ‘ethnic group’, or ‘community’ to bring similar things to mind. Although these words would perhaps be suitable for the demonstration that I intend to give, they would nonetheless still fall short of the adjective racial when it comes to clearly and accurately defining the coming war.
I fail to see why I should ban myself from using a word that actually exists in dictionaries just because the dominant ideology and those who gobble it up so blissfully find it too disagreeable. Do you know what is really unpleasant, by contrast? Living your life surrounded by ten million, twenty million, or even a greater number of Africans and Arabs, with whom we have never wanted to associate. What is very disagreeable indeed is acknowledging the thought that, soon enough, the people of our race, namely the Whites of Europe, will be a minority in their own lands. What is more than unpleasant is our inability to describe the very horror of our situation without burdening our statement of the facts with foolish periphrases and politically correct words, all of which remain less expressive of what is crucial for us to say than of what one is required to say.
We have been invaded by immigrants belonging to foreign and belligerent races that have come here to have their cake and eat ours.
They want to reap the benefits of Western prosperity without having to make the same effort we have made in order to enjoy it, while simultaneously retaining their own identity and hating us most openly.
They perceive us as being foreign and will continue to do so; it thus seems fair to me that we should regard them in the same manner.
I use the word race because I do not see how it would ever be possible not to label as racist the lyrics of this rap song, which was released in 2018. Read these excerpts and judge for yourselves: ‘I enter nurseries and kill white babies, seize them quickly and hang their parents’; ‘Quarter them to pass the time’ (surely, this is all just irony and not to be taken seriously, right? Let us, however, continue with our charming reading experience); ‘Whip them hard, and do so earnestly’ (these are just rap lyrics, what are you getting at, anyway? There’s nothing bad there); ‘Let it all reek of death, let them piss blood’; ‘Let these foul fruits provide us with a fascinating, pallid and entertaining spectacle’ (how entertaining indeed, wow! Are we having a good time or what!); ‘Take any life they have, let them be lifeless objects from now on’ (oh, because the bloke is in a hurry, in a hurry to kill us right now! But wait, it’s a song, just a song, so don’t panic!); ‘Dominate them, and put your names on their testaments!’; Chorus: ‘Hang them, hang them, hang the Whites!’, ‘No feelings, let them all die at the same time!’ (A genocide — why not? Let us unleash our insanity!); ‘Set an example, torture those too rebellious in front of your whole group.’
Who would dare to claim that these lyrics, written and sputtered by a black man (Nick Conrad — a pseudonym, of course), are anything but a fury-ridden pamphlet targeting the white race and a set of instructions for his third-world friends, urging them all to come and hang us and indulge in various pleasures such as ensuring that we all die at the same time?
I call a spade a spade and a racial war a racial war; for that is exactly what we are heading for. It has already begun, even if it remains at ‘low’ intensity for the time being. Peoples of different and antithetical races coexist in the same country, hating each other throughout.
There will be no improvement, and it will all end very badly. There cannot be any other outcome, and the purpose of this book is to prove this — which is why I have entitled it Racial Civil War.
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