As I walked into the brisk Kingston air to participate in an awareness event pertaining to the survival of the White European race, I gazed past the monument to which we congregated and noticed an icy lake with a distant sun rise. I don't see myself as an overly metaphoric man, but in retrospect I couldn't help but see the significance.
Our race is in a state of peril and engulfed in a seemingly endless maze of hardship and struggle. As a Creator I see many parallels between Nature and the everyday bustle we call society; though we try so hard to pervert her values, none being more grave than the destruction of natures greatest feat, the White race and the creativity, culture, science technology and art that derived from it.
But today wasn't just about stone structures, no it was about the literature being handed out by a dozen dedicated White Nationalists predominately comprised of Southern Ontario Skinhead (SOS) members. Though not TCM members its impossible to ignore the heart in many of these men, many under 30. The street hardened patriots marched through the entire down town core handing out literature and voicing support for the White race as only a Skinhead can so unpromisingly do.
This event was sponsored by SOS Kingston division, its newest branch, me and fellow Creators felt nothing but brotherhood and comradery from our comrades in the SOS (even after the local police dept disrupted our path but were unsuccessful in stamping on our spirits). As the beer flowed and our experiences shared in discussion one must see the glimpse of light and hope for our races eternal survival just like the light that beamed down on that celtic cross monument.