Why Mannerbund?

Our world is in chaos. Our people are scattered. Enemies of order abound. They encircle us. They infiltrate and subvert us. We are faced with those who seek for aliens the right to enjoy a civilization they never built. The right to have the exact same success as us, no matter their input. We are faced with those who seek for women the right to direct a civilization they never built. The right to occupy the exact same social station as men, no matter their abilities. Those who would level your cities to spare their eyes the sight of towers they themselves could not build. We are denied the right to assemble. We are hounded and persecuted. Our homelands are cracked open and submerged in the teeming river of infection. Our kin turn on us, and our false kin cover daggers with smiles. Now, surely, is the time to strike! The time to revolt! Our people’s hourglass is bottom-heavy. Who will link arms and defend our brothers and sisters from the maw of spineless yearning? Well, right now, no one without a death wish. What weapons do we have to fight with? What numbers, what cachet, what institutions? If the opening of this article got your blood pumping, then you’re in the right place emotionally, but our people is in the wrong place logistically. Do we want to spend the next centuries like the indigenous Americans, fighting back piecemeal against a superior foe until we’ve lost all hope and have fragmented into decaying splotches of rot? Or can we learn something from their and our failures and formulate a reasonable, forward-thinking solution? The current reality is that we are not ready for revolution. Most Whites are not on board with our full political project, which means we don’t have the numbers. We don’t have the money. We are constantly imperiled by our legal system and an unfriendly cohort of employers eager to jettison anyone who threatens their global intentions. Alas and lackaday, then, right? Woe is us? Of course not! What is our goal again, after all? To be able to enjoy the company of our own people in peace. To build a community where trust is rewarded and labor yields fruit. So, it’s time for an honest appraisal of our progress. What communities, then, have we built? Online message boards, podcasts, and marches of antisocial autists living in the wrong century, all led by e-celebrities we haven’t met. This is suboptimal.

The Solution
The reality is that we have the ability, right now, to begin our grand project. The current solution is as simple as founding or joining a local fraternal order. This concept is nothing new, and it has a rich tradition in America. In the early 1900s, 1 in 5 American men belonged to a social club. Today there are still millions of members of fraternal orders, but the peak has been passed, and the remnants of these orders focus on charity work and have deemphasized ritual and secrecy. Their influence is on the wane. Why return to a method of social organization that has run its course, that no longer pulls the strings of American power? First of all, the solution obviously isn’t to continue what we’re doing. Our movement needs to hop the digital fence and join the real world. Just as wars aren’t won with air supremacy alone, cultural wars cannot be won with Internet verve and poignant memery. We are not really united because we don’t really trust each other. We lose time and goodwill to infighting and backstabbing that happen because we don’t know or like each other. Human beings simply were not built to socialize behind a goddamn computer. It’s time to look our fellow man in the eye, shake his hand, and have a conversation. We need our leaders to be those who have organizational talent and can win the trust and admiration of their brothers. Our leaders cannot be semi-anonymous Internet personalities who can only claim and maintain fame through outlandish behavior, hot takes, and catty infighting. Another reason for this solution is that we’re not doing what everyone else is doing. Our fraternities will be organizations with a goal beyond charity or socialization or religion. We can incorporate all of these things, but we are joined first and foremost by a common goal: to save our people and our civilization. The stakes are very high, and high stakes naturally accelerate bonding. This bonding is extremely important: groups of men working together and protecting each other’s lives and property are the source of all human progress. From this cooperation, we can build.

Lights and Artifice
The Internet is a wonderful recruiting tool. It is a weapon to be utilized wisely. But it is not a replacement life; when used as such, it is a cancer. Our current system of online discourse amplifies the loudest and edgiest viewpoints. Miscreants cannot be removed from the Internet—ban evasion is as simple as creating the next anonymous account. This property of online discourse is partly to blame for the sad, stagnant state that our movement is currently in. We are vulnerable to purity spiraling and unserious suggestions of extreme solutions because there is no personal accountability and no continuity. Natural policing, external and internal, emerge from fraternal organizations. Unruly members are removed, and those wishing to preserve their reputations have to consider their words and their contributions on a macro scale. Shame and discipline create order, and order begets power. Furthermore, male organizations are naturally hierarchical, and it is desirable that they should be so. We of course want to elevate the ablest among us to the highest possible positions of authority. Online interactions artificially level this hierarchy and thus sow disorder. Perversely, they often go so far as to invert the natural hierarchy by amplifying the contributions of those who use the Internet the most: social misfits and the mentally ill.

The Way Forward
A pro-White fraternal order is not an excuse to march in the street tomorrow or to go flyering on weekends. To be clear, these activities are not necessarily off-limits indefinitely. But they are not the meat of this idea. This bond that we’re creating is the seed of an eventual government. For what is government but a bond of men? We are giving birth to the germ of institutional power, something that we sorely lack. The revolution cannot come tomorrow, because we are outgunned and outmanned, but our personal revolution starts today. We want a like-minded community? Let’s make one. From this, we grow. Communal activities progress to mutual aid. Mutual aid progresses to mutual investment. Mutual investment progresses to operational expansion. Operational expansion progresses to institutional development, which progresses to professional societies, which progress to butts in the seats of power. Sometimes it feels that every organization out there is cucked to the bone—law associations, medical associations, NGOs, government, entertainment, law enforcement, etc.—but what are we doing to counterorganize? It starts here. We are forward-looking, but this is a slow boil for now. Stop and enjoy the fruits of what you are accomplishing. Real, local friends who share your deepest convictions, who can come together to loan you money when you’re down, to find you a job when you need one, or to offer a place to stay when you have nowhere else. All united by a slowly developing goal. Most of us cannot survive a doxxing event tomorrow, but there’s nothing to doxx here, assuming proper security and vetting procedures. And although we’re in this for the long haul, if the Meltdown truly does occur sooner than we expect, you’re going to need such an organization more than ever. If societal collapse and anarchy are in the cards, those already banded together have the upper hand in the wasteland to come. The time to start is now. We have waited long enough. What can you offer? Where are you? Your people needs you. And if you’re confused about where to start looking, brother, you can start with whoever showed you this article.

Say, lad, have you things to do?
Quick then, while your day’s at prime.
Quick, and if ’tis work for two,
Here am I, man: now’s your time.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man’s no use at all;
Ere the wholesome flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
“No, my lad, I cannot come.”

One thought on “Why Mannerbund?

  • November 6, 2019 at 9:19 PM

    One thing that comes to mind that hasn’t been much fleshed out yet, is how the Männerbund can give men an outlet.

    How many struggling souls who would otherwise go mad from lonesomeness, or being the odd man out, can bring their thought and skills to the proverbial round table?

    That alone is worth a look, even if one is afraid of what they might find – they already know what they have, and in this world it isn’t always much. Until you know the right folks.


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