A few days after the Battle of Sacramento, I had a talk with one of my comrades I fought next to. We talked for about two hours that night. During that conversation, the most important subject we discussed was the new found unity our movement has gained from this event.
White Nationalism has a long history of infighting, especially along religious lines. The most notable conflict being between Christians and Pagans. Some members (not all) on each side hate each other and refuse to work together based on religious differences and events that happened between their ancestors several hundreds of years ago. Brothers and Sisters, if there’s one thing I’m sure we both understand, it’s that our Nations and their distinct cultures are under attack and have been for some time now.
Europe and America are dying. Our birthrates have plummeted, immigration is out of control, our people are being beaten bloody and killed on our own soil by foreign invaders; There has never been a more important time for unity among our people. We don’t have time to argue over religion. The enemy is at the gates and to be fighting each other while they are attacking us is beyond unwise and reprehensible. All this infighting is doing is weakening our defensive forces and distracting us from the real problems at hand.
When we went to that rally, we were expecting the police to protect our first amendment rights like they’re supposed to. Our party obtained a permit and came there with no intention of violence. We brought shields for our defense only as a precaution, not because we planned on causing problems. When we arrived, the police told us to go around behind the building instead of coming through their barricades and going directly to the steps. This is where we came into contact with the horde of antifa. Somebody shouted “Here they come!” and the next thing we knew we heard shouting and cursing, followed by bottles breaking; stones and bricks smacking against shields. We had two choices: Act like cowards and run, or face the enemy head on despite the odds. We chose the latter.
Looking back on this moment, something became very clear. From the moment we arrived, to after the battle and escape, our cause, lives and the comrades next to us were the only things that mattered. It didn’t matter who was Christian or Pagan. Our religious differences became completely irrelevant. Our unity in that battle was the only thing that kept us all alive. You can see from multiple angles of video footage that a comrade was never left behind, even though the odds of paying the ultimate price were high. The fact that we were willing to risk death to save one another speaks volumes as to how close we were in that moment.
Days after the battle, I talked with one of my brothers for about two hours. He had been in the fight with me and we talked over everything that happened from beginning to end. We came to the conclusion we were extremely lucky in some moments. Some of our men had been struck in the head full force with 2×4’s, still able to fight and eventually get to safety. Some of us dodged unconsciousness, and ultimately death, by mere inches or seconds. I told my comrade that no matter whose religion we think is right, there could be no denying that there was some sort of divine power watching over us that day. He agreed and then asked me if I had prayed that night; A kind gesture. We ended up having a short discussion about our prayers and rituals before we decided to call it a night.
My question is, why can’t it be like this all the time? There were only two Christians in that entire group; the rest being pagans. Despite that, we were able to come together for the sake of our movement and each other, even pray for one another. We need to replicate this unity throughout White Nationalism. I understand for some people this may be difficult. We all have strong feelings about our ancestor’s lives and what they’ve suffered. However, I am more than confident that if they saw our present situation they would be rolling over in their graves, ashamed of our grudges getting in the way of our entire race’s survival. Nothing has made this more clear than taking part in the Battle of Sacramento. We will forever be Brothers bonded by the blood we shed together.
My hope is that, as a movement, we will be able to come together, trust one another, and give this idea of unity a fighting chance. I believe all it’s going to take to solidify our bond is faith and moments where we depend on each other. Let this battle be a sign of unity and a turning point in our movement. Infighting needs to be stopped at all costs for the sake of our people. United we stand, divided we fall.