First, there's something I have to do. There were just a few volk I helped that I wasn't able to follow up on. I have your first names but that isn't information I'll share. I want to thank you and make sure you're okay. You're warriors. One guy out there has my button up shirt. It was a light lined fabric to keep your mace coated self from the sun during our many hikes. (Update: tracked him down, the next 2 are left.) Early on, the guy that had his contacts in that got maced, bashed, concussed, and evacuated, I know you came alone, so hopefully you listen to the show. Towards the end of my day, guy in mjölnir under the tree, someone got a good picture of it that is safe for me if you want to use it. Contact anyone and let me know you're alright.
But war. War never changes.
Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage. Which we actually got to see all at one afternoon.
I'm a woman and a god dang liability, but I'm handy as a pocket on a shirt and damn good in emergency situations. I used my shield to protect the line from overhead projectiles while they were protecting me as we marched. A mobile shield ain't all bad. I was good optics for the rally, medical assistance, emotionally detached, and mentally prepared. As soon as we booked our room, I steeled myself for the worst possible scenario. While it luckily wasn't that catastrophic, it was more than a literal walk in the park.
It felt like a trap. The shuttles were a dream but that safety ended when we hit boots on the ground. I heard the state of emergency had been announced before the planned start time, the police were told to stand down, and the National Guard was brought in. We were dropped off and began our walk to the park. We had to stop at one point for riot cops to pass and we gave a very loud and passionate chant for them. Hopefully, their presence was just a precaution. Totally overkill, right? Even the approach was deceptive but distinct. It was pretty tame on the side streets where people didn't want to be associated with antifa, but maybe a block or two from the park, the clothing color changed in the crowd, the screams against us grew angry and scared, hands were filled with implements or cameras, not signs, and they were lashing out just enough to get a response without retaliation being warranted. It wasn't a subtle shift. The cops turned on our legal, legitimate, peaceful rally on government orders. It was now a full out game of who shot first and started the war. I got my first glimpse of the podium, the barricades, and it was all wrong. No speakers. Just a solid police line. I'll be honest, my phone was away the whole time so I'm remembering the time line as best as I can without a time keeping device. I don't know if it was before or after Baked Alaska got sprayed or if that's what started it, but that's about where we are and where I knew it went down. I was about 5 feet away from that event and the first big brawl to pop off. As soon as the cops called for us to clear the area, antifa swarmed. Our once solid line of supporters got segmented. The commie fucks had an "armor" class up front (usually cameras, because you know you'll get red carded for swatting at it) and little assault monkeys that'll pop up, attack, then disappear again. First of our injured goys I came upon already had a medic but I used it to get oriented. My first rally, my first alt-right event and the first injury, both maced and skull bashed, made me dig out a pair of gloves and put backups in my pocket. I had to spray his eyes out while they treated the head wound and got him evacuated, and rejoin my group. “It was real. Ok. This is actually happening. Right.” We were pushed into a bottleneck with a police car barricade, very disadvantageous. Second major (not mace only,) I demanded to wait till I handed him off personally to paramedics. This one required a doctor immediately. I truly hope he didn't lose his vision or suffer brain damage. The distance between these two events was disturbingly short during a point where the time flow wasn't working right, but it was maybe two or three blocks. We were being corralled between points, leaders having to turn back and say "Cops said we'll be arrested if we're where we're legally allowed to be." It was surreal. I had prepared for war, so on I marched, stopping frequently to treat mace, bleach/gasoline/urine dousing, head wounds and heat effects. Until we had nowhere to go. They were enclosing us. We couldn't be anywhere we had scheduled, and god forbid we had speakers any location we hadn't literally made a court case out of.
Don't get me wrong. This isn't literally Dune Coon Land. I'm not making light of anyone with combat experience. But these skirmishes are far closer to the escalation to civil war than I'd expected. We were taken to a trap when all most of us wanted to do was hear speakers, enjoy the city, and have a party or two with friends. I'm a privileged, cishetero, huwite girl ffs. I just want to push commies out of choppers (a girl can dream,) read about white people, and enjoy wine and yoga. I would have been much happier with the intended outcome. Especially considering the media coverage somehow spinning us the aggressors. We were corralled like “Jews getting corralled in the streets for the trains,” you know, if it actually happened.
We breathed a sigh of relief as this female house negro driving an Uber adeptly (!!!) got us out. I had triaged and treated everyone I could and the gas inhalation was starting to really get to us. We needed to know when to quit, especially with my little, female self. So we got our phones out. Live video feeds, articles, posts, missed calls from loved ones. I had completely forgotten it existed during the time we were there. Videos from groups in front and behind ours. Brutal assaults, smear campaigns, and more bad news. It was the most black pilling moment I'd experienced, once I sat to think about it. Once the adrenaline wore off and I shut down emergency mode. Once I showered off the mace, blood, sweat, and who knows what else. Then it shifted. It was very real. It was good damn fucking real and I'm real fucking mad about it.
So this is where the second part comes in. The tech-ops began before the event even started and were going full steam by the time we could look. Doxxing, watching good people get injured and ignored on video, and the fall of "free speech." The psy-ops were intense and had begun as soon as the event was announced. Trying to dox, removing participants from social media, trying to isolate and expose every one of us they could. They tried to wear us down, intimidate us, and degrade us. But it only made us angrier. Only got us more positive exposure. Maybe saying “Punch anyone you deem a Nazi” is a very bad frame of mind if you think the big, bad Nazi's won't defend themselves.
Looking back, maybe that helped me prepare. Maybe that's why I shut down all emotions so effectively, with the only goal being “save the fam.” I did it weeks in advance. Friends and family were concerned about my shift in personality. Maybe it's what helped me be ready. Whatever it was, it worked. We went into the shit and I snapped. I was a walking first aid station and I wasn't fucking around. “Listen, love ya fam, but sit down, shut up, put your head back and don't rub your fucking eyes.” Run concussion protocol, check if an ambulance is required, stabilize, hand off to friends, chase down the next source of “MEDIC!” I wasn't a compassionate mother, because that was not the setting. Everything was chaos, everyone was panicked, and every place was the same. You have to shock people out of that mindset. Kind words don't do it. The kicker is how easy it was for me. It took a couple hours and a glass of wine to realize that these people, majority of whom I've never met, have my best interests in mind. They want the best for my people, my family, and future generations. These people, my people, want the world to know that we are not ashamed for wanting the same rights as (((Israel))) for our own people. I was honored for the opportunity to not just meet these people who know me better than almost anyone in my real life (Shout-out to my based af mom tho!) but to help them in this endeavor. I knew I was a liability, and my main goal was to not hinder the real warriors, but I still knew, if I went down, people I didn't know would do the exact same thing for me. Because we are family. We're fighting the same war, and we will all continue to fight for each other.
Once I decompressed and my sympathetic nervous system started to normalize, it started to hit me. I'M STILL REALLY FUCKING MAD! This has a lot of implications, personally. Doxxing is less and less a fear and maybe, just maybe, I can muster enough of a voice to make some sort of contribution to the movement. I did an interview after that with a well respected woman for a piece on the women of extreme politics. A YouTuber that heard it towards the end also expressed interest. Maybe I can have a voice. It's no longer about me, though I have to keep my son's best interests above all else.
The movement was brutalized this weekend. Worse than when Lucas and Spielberg got hold of Indiana Jones. The media, the police, and the constitution betrayed us. Whether it was a conspiracy together with Antifa, the Jews, or anyone else, I can't say this early in, but it's awfully sketchy what went down. I heard rumors of our scheduled speakers actually being controlled opposition, but after meeting several of them later in the evening, I honestly didn't get that read. We went to UNITE THE RIGHT, so we need to do just that. We need to stop bickering about who's signaling hardest on the compass and start realizing we're being hunted like animals. Our literal way of life is under attack by people that don't realize how much the people on their own team hate them. We need to take advantage of that, not emulate it. We dropped the ball in some places, were forced into it in others. It was a clusterfuck, but also a learning experience. September 16th, there will be another in Lexington. I know there's a few planned already, but I'll be going to this one. By then, all I want is to UNITE THE RIGHT. All I want. We need to be a fluid, united force of nature. Make Uncle proud. Improve our optics, start using their own tactics against them (We really need a right wing dox squad to get that playing field level,) and recruit. People are fed up, they saw how we were treated, and they noticed. I've been approached by several normies already asking what I know about the whole thing and if it was really like that. I always have the best intel on news stories, fancy that. But this is the point when the public is about ready to see we have a god dang point. We need them to see we're level, powerful, and committed to success. A movement that is a fun, beautiful and wholesome thing to be a part of.
We're ready for war. It's no longer prepare for war and pray for peace. It is now 100% prepare for war. It's coming and it's guaranteed. I just need a new helmet and canisters for my gas mask. I'll see you there, fam.
Wife, mother, fascist, scientist, and workout enthusiast.