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I was recently asked to make some subtle aesthetic adjustments to the Counter-Currents website. If I’ve done the job well, no one will even notice the changes. The task required me to go through the archives all the way back to the summer of 2010, the year Greg Johnson broke digital ground and Counter-Currents went online. Sifting through 14 years’ worth of articles, essays, videos, podcasts, and livestreams, I came to appreciate even more all of the labor that has gone into Counter-Currents. The webzine is a veritable repository of knowledge, wisdom, and history.

It is also uniquely resilient. Apart from the work of all the writers and contributors, much must be said in praise of the technicians behind the Counter-Currents curtain and the many obstacles they have had to maneuver around. Counter-Currents has survived multiple attacks on its servers, on its payment processors, and on its ability to sell the dozens of books it has published. Just one of these sieges would have been enough to make other websites, publishing houses, and individuals crumble. Like an impregnable medieval castle, Counter-Currents still stands. Why so many threats on its life? Because it is a place where men and women say the actual truth, and in this inverted world, telling the truth is a sin. A crime, even.

While my work was primarily cosmetic in nature, I did spend a few moments scanning the contents of some particularly alluring titles and pieces. In doing so, I was struck by how much has happened in the past 14 years. Every year brought back memories.

Memories of the names of those whose lives were extinguished by the hands of a “migrant” or “refugee” or anti-white murderer. Names such as Lee Rigby, Kate Steinle, Mollie Tibbetts, and Brianna Kupfer.

Memories of the events that have marked the past decade and a half: the Arab Spring, the Boston Marathon bombing, the first appearance of “Black Lives Matter” after George Zimmerman defended himself from Trayvon Martin, the “refugee crisis,” the terrorist attacks on the headquarters of Charlie Hebdo magazine, followed by the terrorist attacks in the Bataclan theatre and other locations in Paris.

Memories of where I was in the world and what sort of person I was when all these things happened.

Our folk were not always the victims. Sometimes they were the perpetrators. Only one year after Counter-Currents’ founding, Anders Breivik would carry out his killing spree. Breivik dominates the early years of Counter-Currents. Many articles analyzing and denouncing his actions would be published, comprising some of the best material to be found on the website. As the years came and went, more idiotic shooters would come and go with them. The Pittsburgh synagogue shooter, the El Paso shooter who would go on to become the face that launched a million memes, the Christchurch shooter. Sometimes the assassins were non-whites motivated by racial concerns not of the White Nationalist variety, in which case the mainstream media would whisk the terrible news into a cupboard never to be seen or heard again, leaving sites such as Counter-Currents as the only ones to properly analyze what had occurred.

Counter-Currents’ early years seem almost quaint. Setting aside the shockwave that was Anders Breivik, the majority of this site’s space was dedicated to articles about philosophy, homages to important men from the past, and calm discussions on the fundaments of nationalism. Comes the ascendancy of Donald Trump and the Brexit referendum, things start heating up. Then, midway through the last 14 years, we arrive at Charlottesville.

Oh, Charlottesville, so much to answer for.

James Fields. Remember the name? Accused of being a “terrorist” who “deliberately” plowed his car into a crowd of “people peacefully protesting” a “white supremacist rally,” despite compelling evidence suggesting that he was beset by a violent mob out to do him physical harm, James Fields will spend the rest of his life (plus an extra 419 years for good measure) in a prison cell. Such was the naïveté of our movement prior to and in the wake of Charlottesville, and such was the evidence that Fields not only did not “deliberately” drive into a crowd of peaceful protestors, but that he reacted in a panic after being cornered and attacked, that one Counter-Currents writer confidently predicted that Fields would be exonerated. I think we have all come to learn the true nature of the current American justice system since then. No one now would dare to predict a positive outcome for a white man not on the political Left accused of a serious crime, which is why the Kyle Rittenhouse verdict came as such a surprise to both the liberals salivating for his blood and the conservatives hoping against hope that he would be found not guilty.

Kyle Rittenhouse brings us to 2020. What a year. What an exhausting, evil year. The lockdowns, the obligation to wear a medical mask at all times and in all places, George Floyd and the summer of Burn Loot and Murder, the totally legitimate election of Joe Biden. For me it is a year that marks an end and a beginning. Much of who I was and what my life was like died that year. I and my life will never be the same after the events of 2020.

Things would not get much better in 2021, which began with all of us being given the privilege of seeing in real time how The System is able to create its own reality and impose it upon the masses. From January on, 2021 was a slog through more COVID-19 madness, election recrimination, and the biggest crackdown yet on opposition to the liberal world order.

Moving on to 2022, an event occurred that would again bring up thoughts of James Fields and the tragic debacle of the “Unite the Right” rally in Charlottesville. A man named Shannon Brandt intentionally used his vehicle to kill an 18-year-old Trump supporter named Cayler Ellingson after the two had had a political argument. While James Fields has gone down in infamy as an extremist and a terrorist who tried to kill his ideological opponents, Brandt, who was not under any threat from Ellingson and admitted to killing the teenager because of his political views, was sentenced to a mere five years in prison. Don’t forget these names. Don’t forget these insults and injuries.

Finally, we come to the Russian invasion of Ukraine, followed by the outbreak of another round of extreme violence between Palestinians and Israelis. I have left out a great deal, and not everything was all doom and gloom. On many occasions, I chuckled and even laughed out loud as I rediscovered the origins of certain memes, such as Chet Hanks (“who?” I hear you wondering) gifting us “White Boy Summer” and the hilarious saga of Gorilla Glue Girl. Remember Gorilla Glue Girl? There was also a story which I had never heard of before: the South African woman who broke the Guinness World Record for live births in one go and whose surname comes so close to encapsulating her country of origin.

However, the main purpose of this article is not to recollect all of the occasions, be they momentous or humorous, of the past 14 years. I would be embellishing if I said that from 2010 through the early months of 2024, one can see a clear trajectory leading to where we are now. In fact, at times it seems as if there is little rhyme or reason to any of it. There are scandals which amount to nothing. There are nothings which become scandals. Names of writers and contributors appear, linger for a moment, then disappear, never to be seen again. Names that I’m familiar with. Names of men I consider friends. Names I’ve never heard of. Organizations are started, then they disband. Personalities emerge in the dissident-nationalist community, then they diminish. It’s not easy to stay at this for a long time. A few recharge their batteries and manage to mount a comeback, but not many. Not most. I came across a multitude of links which redirected to YouTube channels that no longer exist, webpages that have been scrubbed, articles that have been erased from the Internet and might not ever be retrieved. Did any of it matter?

So much has happened in 14 years, and yet . . . so little. My travel back in time served to confirm that there really is nothing new under the Sun. We are fighting the same fight that our forebears fought, facing the same forces and the same questions that men faced a century, even millennia ago.

One of the first articles published on Counter-Currents is on the Christian Question in nationalism, a question that we are still debating today and are seemingly no closer to resolving. The argument over “petty nationalist” ethnostates versus a white civilizational superstate appears in articles dating back to our founding year and continues to this day, and to this day we are no closer to the establishment of ethnostates nor the establishment of a white imperium.

Theories are presented, theories fade away. The Cathedral. The Dark Enlightenment. Propertarianism. Everyone’s looking for the best “why?” — not necessarily an answer to the “why?”, merely the “why?” itself. Meanwhile, the migrant boats keep floating into European waters, the United States’ southern border becomes increasingly more like a minor inconvenience for invading hordes, the Western ruling class tightens its grip on every aspect of our lives, technological “innovations” are forced upon us whether we want them or not, and zealous ideologues take the rest of society hostage.

Over the years, several writers on Counter-Currents offered their thoughts on a recurring theme: Why I Write. As I encountered more and more of these thoughtful and passionate expressions of a nationalist writer’s motivations, I felt compelled to write something of my own, something I had been meaning to convey for a while. That is, why I don’t write.

If you don’t have something nice to day, don’t say anything at all. We’ve all been told that at some point, I’m sure. I don’t want to demoralize anyone. Despite liberals’ best attempts to convince me that we are living in the best of times because we have Netflix and vaccines, women can vote, and the variety of restaurants has never been wider, I have the feeling that we are in fact living in rather bleak times. We have less say over our own lives than medieval peasants. Every act of dissent is a tightrope walk, and one misstep leads to falling into years of prison, loss of livelihood, a freezing of your bank account, or maybe — if you are Ashli Babbitt — a bullet to the throat. All this is by design. The trap was meticulously set over decades, if not centuries, and now we are stuck in it. That’s just the fact of the matter. It’s not our fault. We weren’t even born when the trap was devised. But we are guilty of squabbling about how to get out of the trap, and there are some who think the trap wonderful, and some others who refuse to acknowledge that there is a trap at all. That said, I don’t want to depress any of my readers, most of whom will not fall into those categories of people who either like or are ignorant of the trap we are in. They know the score. There is no need for me to inundate them with bad news of which they are already aware.

Another reason why I don’t write is that so much of what I might say has already been said, and said by better men than I and in better ways than I could have ever done. I suppose I could write something about the question of ethnostates versus imperialism, but Greg Johnson has already done that, and done it very well, and before him Wilmot Robertson literally wrote the book on the matter. And that’s just in the Anglosphere. Outside of the English-speaking world, there is even more material on these topics stretching back decades and decades. It’s all out there. Honestly, I would rather encourage my readership to go back through the Counter-Currents archives and discover — or rediscover — for themselves some of the great veterans of the nationalist movement, both in America and in Europe.

Not only has everything been said by the men who came before me, but I myself have said nearly everything that I wanted to. The Christian Question is ages old, and if you’d like to know my thoughts on it, they can be found here. I have made my contribution to that discussion, and there’s no point banging on about it anymore. I don’t mean to sound boastful, but I think I have written a handful of decent works on essential topics that people in the nationalist movement can refer to. Let’s say someone, perhaps someone new to nationalism, is being told that we need mass immigration because our birth rates are too low. I have dutifully dismantled those claims here. Or maybe the new nationalist doesn’t know what to think about all the Sikhs and Nigerians who were born in his country. Are they just as much a part of his nation as he, a native? Well, he can read this. As our fledgling nationalist pops more red pills and tumbles into deeper rabbit holes, he will surely crash headfirst into the Second World War and the differing accounts of what happened and what it was all for. To help him understand things a bit better, I have written this and this. On the friction that sometimes flares up between the Americans in this movement and the Europeans, I have written about some of my thoughts and experiences as a man who wears the uniform of both sides.

There’s really not much more I need to say. I’ve touched all the bases. I suppose I could come up with my own theory about why things are the way they are. I could build a Basilica to compete with Moldbug’s Cathedral. But why bother? Intellectual pursuits are worthwhile, but at some point it’s less important to figure out why all this is happening, which ideology is to blame, and who’s pulling the strings of power, and more important to get to work making things the way we’d like them to be instead. The online Right exerts a lot of energy reacting to the chess moves of our opponents. “Look at what the social justice warriors did now!” “BlackRock to fast track digital currencies. Here’s my hot take!” “National judge rules that ‘mother’ and ‘father’ be stricken from legal documents and replaced with ‘parent 1’ and ‘parent 2’. Look! Be angry!”

Remember the “reeee!” meme? At times, are we not guilty of “reeeeing” ourselves? Of course, it is necessary to record these abuses, schemes, and sacrileges, to raise awareness about them, and if possible to orchestrate any kind of resistance to them, but the world is a very noisy place nowadays. There is a lot vying for our attention. Is it really so important for me to add my own voice to the cacophony? For many of us, turning away from the constant barrage of maddening news would be an exceptionally healthy thing to do, and as I mentioned earlier, there are plenty of other people who are documenting the decline in ways better than I could come up with. Who doesn’t enjoy reading Jim Goad’s summary of each week’s “worst” events?

Rather than always reacting to our adversaries’ schemes and chess moves, I would love to see a nationalist Right that produces more, that executes more of its own schemes and chess moves. That’s why I wrote this. In the future, I think — or at least hope — that I will focus more of my time and energy on developing something for our movement. I have made my contribution to the various timeless debates, now it’s time for something a bit more creative; artistic, even.

Starting this year, I’ll be hosting a ten-episode podcast series featuring numerous guests from within the nationalist movement, the aim of which is to present a clear idea of twenty-first century nationalism to as wide of an audience as possible. Something else worth keeping in mind: It’s admirable to devise theories that might help explain the world today, and it’s understandable that some of us might get bored or frustrated with politics and ideology and focus on other things to make “content” about, but at the end of the day, we are doing this for a reason. We want to put an end the forced mixing together of all the world’s peoples in our homelands. We want to reestablish nation-states based on shared blood, shared customs, shared language, and shared heritage. We want to uproot the rotten tree of anti-white ideologies and rescue European folk from the institutionalized hatred that is directed at them every day. Yes, you may have heard it all before, but many more haven’t heard it even once.

As I move to aim at other targets, it won’t mean that I no longer respond to the goings-on in the world or share my thoughts on the swarm of issues that will surely arise. But if, from time to time, a few months pass and you don’t hear from me, you’ll know why.