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Stories of my Fourteen Words jacket

While proudly wearing my “fourteen words jacket, complete with my personally designed 14 in-the-gap logo, together with David Lane’s phrase, “we must secure the existence of our people and a future for White children”...

Story number 1

A not so anecdotal experience related to this jacket.

It’s some time in 2009. I walked into the grand opening of an ‘Irish bar’ in Poznan, Poland. Proudly wearing this jacket…

I made sure to stand front and center while watching the band so that everyone in attendance could read my jacket.

Thinking nothing of it (why would I, after all? Who could object to the survival of White children?), I went to the bar to procure a drink.

Suddenly, the answer - immediately obvious to me, anyway - came walking-up behind me: Two individuals speaking frantically. And the answer to the aforementioned question was automatic in my mind …when they said/asked me with aggressive disdain, “hey shit-eater, what is that shit on your back?” and added presumptuously, “Go back to your own country!”

Without even having turned around, not turning around in fact - not even having seen them yet - I responded instantaneously, “This is my country, go back to Israel.”

The zen master (lol) knew the answer to the aforementioned question, a nonsensical question really - who could object to White children? There is only one answer.

When I turned around and looked at them it was confirmed indeed that they had dark curly hair, boner noses, etc, indeed fit the bill. They turned and looked at each other in disbelief that I had known instantaneously, without hesitation where they were coming from.

As their aggression had apparently never failed them before, they tried their tried-and-true verbatim once again:

“Shit-eater, what is that shit on your back?”

I responded, what would you like it to be?

They repeated, “go back to your own country!”

And I repeated once again, “this is my country, go back to Israel.”

They looked at each other again in shock, as if to say, “what now?” and they went away.

The bar location failed (Tanner’s moved to another place), but I have a strong suspicion that the property was owned, as many properties are owned in Poland, by the YKW. These YKW were probably a party to YKW who owned the place and were charging an exorbitant rent, not at all concerned if one or another business makes it, or if they break their backs, as they usually do, no matter how well, how qualitative and competently run - provided that business tenants slave away and squander their dreams to pay rents in backwater Poznan that are on par with Paris and New York - “hear that, ‘shit eater.”?

The YKW said that to me, seeing this jacket on behalf of White children. Hear that, “shit eater” ?

Story number 2

I walk into the bar right across from the ratusz in Poznan central square, wearing the jacket….

While waiting to buy a drink at he bar I hear an English speaking guy ask me in curiosity, “what was that on my back?” ... he did not pose the question in a particularly hostile way at first, so I figured this was being presented as a liberal student-ish thing…but seeing as the jacket’s statement is rather self explanatory, I called his bluff and asked what he would like it to be? He replied with another question, is it racist? I notice dark, curly hair on this one too, asking that question I figure here we go again and indeed…

He then twice loudly blurts-out “racist, racist!”

I think I told him to fuck off or something, and then he turns to the bar woman as she comes to take my order, and he says to her, “this guy’s a racist!”...

I was pleasantly surprised to find that she simply ignored him, in fact everyone at the bar ignored him, as if he was the asshole, which obviously, he was… and that’s not the half of it…

I see that this guy moves to a group of liberal English guys that I know from the university….a famous gossip mill and famously jerkish guys who pander to women with aggressive liberalism and “anti-racism”...

I decided to calmly finish my drink and go to another bar where I would not have to be in the presence of their obnoxious company.

As I am walking out..the (one can only suppose) YKW guy screams, “racist, racist, racist!”...

At this point those who wield the charge of racism as a weapon are not quite getting the idea that they are the assholes but it remains a weapon even if its local support is minimal in this context…

Anyway, I go to a bar where there is more local clientele so that I can peacefully have a few more ...vodkas, scotches - not sure, this was a while ago, also 2009.

But there are lots of places around and sometimes I feel like I should try something different; so after that, I went to a bar a few blocks away that I virtually never go to - had been there briefly, maybe twice in five years, don’t even think I stayed for a drink when I had popped-in…

It’s a basement bar that features karaoke, and I hear the karaoke as I descend the stairs, turn the corner into the bar and immediately lock eyes with (I now know his name is Adam) the same guy! - and he has the karaoke microphone in his hand in amidst the crowded bar! He screams into the microphone, “racist!, racist! racist!”...

I saw the liberal English guys with him and just turned on my heals and marched back up the steps out of there…but you have to realize that the Cohencidence was not small….

This is a city of 500,000 and there are hundreds of bars to choose from, dozens in this area that serve similar demographics… you are not exactly limited in your options…

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Anyway, some weeks later, I’m passing through the rynek and there is a corner bar where one of the guys who I happen to get along with a bit better invites me in for a shot after telling me profusely that he doesn’t agree with me but respects my conviction….

I go in and there’s the same crowd of guys, including Adam, this time a bit more sheepish - he’d stay away in the corner the episode; I guess the Englishmen had told him that I’m not quite so insubstantial…

But one of the English guys, “Shanny”, comes forward and says, “do you want me to kick your ass?” ... I said “try it”...and then I looked to the crowd, especially Paul N. an ugly ginger who panders to women into liberal hyperbole (Paul was there the night of the first incident in the Irish bar and I heard him talking to friends about me and my jacket, saying “racist as they come”....)

Aggressive liberals like him are among my least favorite people in the world.

And so I looked at this crowd and I said, if you want diversity go back to Birmingham (where Shanny is from), go back to Liverpool (where Adam is from), go to Brighton (where Ed is from) go back to England - (I do not wish “diversity” on you, but don’t you impose it by me), I’m not stopping you from going there to your “diversity”. I came here to be with my family.

A couple of them shook my hand as a peace offering, particularly the one guy from Cornwall, who invited me in, who I get along with a little better… and I went on my way….
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When substituting for a semester, at the university five years prior, I was trying to impart to my class the importance of social classification, the necessity of it, even.. and how it (social classification) had been egregiously prohibited by the American Constitution… 

However, the following week from assigning that lesson for consideration, I got stuck in France, having had car accident that wrecked my car… and Paul took my class in which I had intended to follow up on this lesson…

In conversation somewhere after I came back, Paul blurted out to me, “why do you see it as necessary to clAAssify!”

What an asshole. What a thing to impart to my class, my Polish people. Paul, you ignorant, ugly bastard, I hate you.

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So for the next class I had my class write down a “poem” that I’d written - I put it on the chalk board for the class to copy - it was about Paul and Patrick - Patrick being a teacher there as well, an American guy from North Dakota, jerkish as well, taking ‘racism’ for granted as a great problem and giving his classes assignments in its terms…

My poem:

P and P couldn’t get any P in their Previous Places, so they Pandered to it in Poland, One P (Patrick) Pontificating about Prejudice as Prehistoric Platitude while the other P (Paul) Proffered the Preferability of the Previous President (Clinton), the Penultimate Panderer to P.

What an asshole Paul is; and of course I heard that the female students “all like him” (despite his being an ugly fuck)....and he was hired-on as a permanent at the University…

(not that I wanted to be - didn’t pay very well, gossip mill, liberal pressure, grammar - boring, etc.).

So that’s that; and all these guys, I’m told, don’t like me because, they say, “he’s a racist.”

One’s a journalist named Ed, and he actually wrote a column saying how a Nigerian guy who’d somehow managed to become a member of Polish parliament, while having a Polish wife and four mulatto kids, represented “a good start.”

I wrote to TT Metzger asking for advice as to how to deal with such an idiot.

Metzger publishes an article with a big picture of Ed in his web news section, “Traitor Ed ****** in Poland!”, followed by my statement about what an idiot that Ed is and my question about what to do?.... I was shocked - massive face palm - to see this published so flamboyantly, but figured that it was a fairly obscure publication and it would blow-over in obscurity   ...but not quite; turns out that Ed did see it sometime later… oops! Well, Ed, if the truth isn’t a defense, it should be..
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Coming back to stories of my jacket…..

There is one more negative one to impart

Story number 3)

You are not supposed to use the word “unique” when writing for good reason - because almost nothing is.

But Dragon Bar in Przemek’s Hill has a uniqueness about it that has allowed me to go there once, sometimes twice or three times a week for years - I mean years - without getting tired of it:

It’s a phenomenon really, and I cannot explain how it happens, but it does happen that ....

You can go to this bar a couple times a week for years…there will be dozens, hundreds of people there, depending upon the hour… and you will never see more than maybe a few people that you’ve seen before..

Not only that, but the people are a consistent demographic: middle class, on the bohemian side, but normal enough ...and always 95% to 100% White. What’s more, its a comfortable place - you can dress casual and relax in its comfortable rock and jazz atmosphere….

So, I liked the place….

Naturally, I would wear my 14 words jacket there…

I started getting some feedback as I sat on a bar stool… some curiosity around, but one pretty girl stood next to me as if to defend me and say that she would stand by this, more than figuratively.

Then a really cool thing - a fine blond started beaming smiles at me like I’d never seen before… huge smile and beaming eyes! She’d obviously seen things in other parts of Europe that she didn’t like and was very happy for my dissent.

Some time later, a big guy who’d been in that part of the bar gave me a robust two taps on my shoulder in approval as he passed-by.

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The next time in Dragon with the jacket was not quite so positive, however…

One of the two owners is YKW ...the other likes me; not that I had any problems or altercations with the YKW owner, but you know, advocating Whites, I guess that’s enough from his point of view.

So, what happens is that he sends a fellow YKW who is a mutual acquaintance, who tries to give me this lecture about how he loves people from everywhere.. I sort of knew what this was about and, not needing a lecture on “celebrating diversity”, I not too politely asked him to get away from me.

Then these two blond kids came up, very aggressively, into my space (I’m wearing the jacket) and one said to me, “this is Poland, you can’t be a racist here.” ... I looked at him like he was the asshole that he is and moved to the courtyard outside. He follows me out and won’t get out of my face…  so I yell at him, “look, if you want to suck ****** **** go ahead! Get away from me!” Some of the women around were mortified… a long time bouncer who’s watching this asks me “where’s your swastika?”  ...he asks me that twice and I answer him twice that I don’t have swastika and I’m not a Nazi; I walked out of the bar, knowing that if I don’t stay away for a while, this could ruin my chance to come back to one of my favorite haunts when I like… So, l I did stay away for a while, but would see the other owner and he’d shake my hand as he always has any time he sees me on the street…

...and I go back to Dragon when I like. 

Upon return a Canadian guy with a mulatto daughter looked at me with a little bit of fear when he saw the jacket…

A blond girl who’d lived in England for a while came up to me incredulous, asking, “White children? ....White children”?  - ! - as in, why specifically White?!? She couldn’t believe it! I would have liked to have said, yeah, as in not the same color as ****, but I didn’t want to push my luck; and just said, yeah, White children…

One of the aforementioned English guys implored me to “take that jacket off.” I told him I wouldn’t; that was that. 

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Generally speaking, I have found the jacket to function very well, because it does the speaking for me, without my having to be aggressive or impose myself in any risky sense - after all, who would object to securing White children? (oh, that’s right, We Know Who)

.... but it works nevertheless, very subtly, even for intervening…

For example, a pretty French girl was passing through the rynek with her negro boyfriend and I casually strolled in front of them….

That is, at least it was a way of making a statement… it eats me up when I otherwise can’t say anything…

We must secure the existence of our people and a future for White children.

Because the beauty of the White Aryan woman must not perish form the earth.

...last Story, 4)

Right by the beer refrigerator where this picture was taken, a couple of fair Polish guys came up to me and hugged me! ..a perfect stranger! and asked me where I’m from; this ain’t no gay bar either ... because the beauty of the White Aryan woman….)).