Militancy in History - Padraig Pearse

1st article of the series

This will be the first of (hopefully) a long installment of essays and articles concerning militant thinkers, leaders, and movements, and their respective successes and failures. This series partly came about due to the retarded notion that is spreading in the Right Wing that we can somehow come back from the brink - that we can somehow use peaceful methods to deport non-Whites, reclaim the American economy, and establish a new Christian traditionalist authoritarian state. This sort of hopeful thinking has been highlighted by many big thinkers within the online Right, ranging from Twitter politicians like JD Vance (a total judas goat) to small-time Substackers, Gabbers, and other inconsequential fools.

These lukewarm Right-wingers are wrong in saying that we need to be peaceful in our battle against the decidedly violent and lawless tyranny we are faced with. Nowadays, we have Right-wingers who are intent on doing damage to liberals through doxxing and getting them fired for spicey statements. I applaud and commend this behavior - but it is not nearly enough and it almost comes too late to significantly change the current state of affairs. In fact, it is only a paltry step in the right direction and many of our loudest voices would like for it to stop with this single step - the American Right Wing is in an embryonic stage of militancy, and there are those who wish to keep it at this natal stage.

Phooey! Such men are cowards and should not be followed into the trenches, proverbial or real. We should not allow others to shape our futures for us, rather, it is up to us to decide our own destinies. We need to grow this nascent movement into something worthwhile - we must hone ourselves into the sword that the coming man will wield against our foes.

Militancy is a required element of Aryan civilization - it can be traced back to the pastoralists, farmers, and hunter-gatherers we are descended from, and it extends all the way into recent times with the various nationalist militias and brigades which formed to fight communism just 100 years ago. The entire point of the series “Militancy in History” will be to show that Aryans have often turned to violent means to establish better situations for themselves, and through their victories and defeats they left behind invaluable lessons for modern men. We should emulate the heroes of our race!

As Anti-Communist said:

Our Ancestors would not put up with this shit. They would kiss their wife, their kids (8-10 of them) goodbye, tell the slaves to look after the plantation, and go bleed out in some sordid fucking swamp. Never met them, but I feel them. That combination of fear, swagger and ability that elevated the White Race above all the others.

I will be covering Padraig Pearse for my first installment. I chose Padraig for one reason - the Irish are currently burning down migrant centers like real men should do, and this action comes from a long tradition of rebellion and revolution that courses through the veins of every proud Gael. The Irish have always shown us the way forward. It is not enough to doxx our enemies - we must smoke them out!

Irish hotel that was to be converted into a migrant center burning - BURN IT

If the Reader has any suggestions for future articles, please let me know in the comments below. I plan on covering figures and groups, and perhaps even entire movements if the mood suits me.

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First off, the Gaels of the Irish Nationalist movement were largely ethno-nationalists and pro-Gaelic, sometimes bordering on a form of Gaelic supremacy. There were certainly liberal elements within the movement, but these were simply highlighted and capitalized upon by the enemies of Ireland during the famous civil war. The smart thing that the Irish revolutionaries forgot to do was clean house of all liberal lingerings- we will have to do the same thing lest we find ourselves betrayed in a civil war by our more lukewarm erstwhile allies.

Padraig mac Piarais, otherwise known as Patrick Pearse, was an Irish nationalist who fought and died in the famous Easter Rising. He did not start his career as a soldier - but as a teacher, specifically on the Gaelic language. Padraig believed that the schooling system of that time was Anglicizing the Irish at an alarming rate and he desired to stem the tide. He founded the hermitage of Scoil Éanna (St. Edna’s School, a bilingual school), which is now a museum preserved in his honor. This brought him into close contact with the Conradh na Gaeilge - the Gaelic League - an organization focused on revitalizing the Irish language.

He inspired many students to join the cause both with his actions in life, and his rhetoric used during his classes. It has been shown that a large degree of his students joined the cause directly due to his influence both in life, and later with his legacy after death. He was just a regular man who loved his nation and sought to preserve it from desecration and tyranny. Naturally, this rhetoric brought him farther away from the centrists and moderates within the Gaelic League, and brought him closer and closer to the nascent militaristic Óglaigh na hÉireann - the Irish Volunteers - where he was spotlighted as a great writer and speaker for their events and publications. A similar route has been followed by many men in the modern era - we start off unsure of ourselves and just dip our toes into dissident spheres, but as our knowledge of the tyranny against us grows, so too does our righteous anger.

One day, that anger must boil over into action. It must be a secret action, like those taken by the Bráithreachas Phoblacht na hÉireann - the Irish Republican Brotherhood - which operated by secretly combining the efforts of various disunited political movements, militia cells, localized support groups, and international diaspora outreach. Padraig joined this oathed-brotherhood and became a true-blue revolutionary intent on freeing Ireland and the Gaelic folk.

As to what your work as an Irish Nationalist is to be, I cannot conjecture; I know what mine is to be, and would have you know yours and buckle yourselves to it. And it may be (nay, it is) that your and mine will lead us to a common meeting-place, and that on a certain day we shall stand together, with many more beside us, ready for a greater adventure than any of us has yet had, a trial and a triumph to be endured and achieved in common.

~ the Coming Revolution ~

Among many things, Padraig was a poet, and I will quote from a few of his poems to show that this man truly had the qualities of a hero, and that his entire spirit was given to the cause of Gaelic freedom and nationalism.

A hero is one who is capable of understanding the depth of his society - from the high to the low, the hero is capable of understanding and interacting with the denizens of all classes and spheres within his society, therefore being able to feel their pains and sorrows, and also their drive for victory over tyranny. He connects with the folk because he is a member of the folk, and his perception of the situation goes far beyond that of normal men because of this Eagle Eye view. The hero can feel the very depths of pain, sorrow, and desire for succor that his folk feels.

And because I am of the people, I understand the people, I am sorrowful with their sorrow, I am hungry with their desire: My heart has been heavy with the grief of mothers, My eyes have been wet with the tears of children, I have yearned with old wistful men, And laughed or cursed with young men; Their shame is my shame, and I have reddened for it, Reddened for that they have served, they who should be free, Reddened for that they have gone in want, while others have been full, Reddened for that they have walked in fear of lawyers and of their jailors, With their writs of summons and their handcuffs, Men mean and cruel!

~ the Rebel ~

We are a shamed race - lost and damned. America is handing land to the southern Amerinoids and the kindred of slaves, all due to the specter of “White Guilt” and the shame that it rains down on our poor altruistic souls. Europe is allowing ancient enemies into every gate, city, and port due to the actions of traitors and merchants, and meek men who do nothing. Ireland was no different back then nor today, and Padraig understood this perfectly; therefore, we must understand that a hero doesn’t lament over these things - first he embraces the struggle, the kampf, then he finds a way to move forward and create eucatastrophe. The hero does not give up - the hero aligns himself with nature and creates positive destruction.

I am Ireland: I am older than the Old Woman of Beare. Great my glory. I that bore Cuchulainn the valiant. Great my shame: My own children that sold their mother. I am Ireland: I am lonelier than the Old Woman of Beare.

~ I am Ireland ~

I am come of the seed of the people, the people that sorrow, That have no treasure but hope, No riches laid up but a memory Of an Ancient glory. My mother bore me in bondage, in bondage my mother was born, I am of the blood of serfs; The children with whom I have played, the men and women with whom I have eaten, Have had masters over them, have been under the lash of masters, And, though gentle, have served churls; The hands that have touched mine, the dear hands whose touch is familiar to me, Have worn shameful manacles, have been bitten at the wrist by manacles, Have grown hard with the manacles and the task-work of strangers, I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly, I am bone of their bone, I that have never submitted; I that have a soul greater than the souls of my people's masters.

~ the Rebel ~

How does the hero find eucatastrophe? Through the rising rage found in the chests of his dishonored kinsmen - a hero is one who is capable of emboldening the spirits of his followers. In other words, truth must be spoken clearly, loudly, and boldly - there can be no meek men in our ranks! A hero is one who can strike fear into the hearts of his enemy, and courage into the hearts of his allies. In the olden days, outcast men would band together and create new households. In the olden days, the Fianna roamed Ireland seeking battle and bruises all for the glory of the Gael. That barbaric warrior spirit still courses through our genteel veins.

And I say to my people's masters: Beware, Beware of the thing that is coming, beware of the risen people, Who shall take what ye would not give. Did ye think to conquer the people, Or that Law is stronger than life and than men's desire to be free? We will try it out with you, ye that have harried and held, ye that have bullied and bribed, tyrants, hypocrites, liars!

~ the Rebel ~

In the end, Padraig was instrumental in the Irish nationalist movement. It was Padraig himself who issued the order to start the Rising (under the orders of the IRB) and it was Padraig who read the Proclamation of the Irish Republic. He was chosen to be the President of the Republic during the short-lived Rising, which made him a prime suspect and target. Eventually, he was captured and killed, along with the rest of the Irish leadership present in Dublin at that time, which included Padraig’s own brother, Uilliam.

You can imagine Padraig tied to some death-post, or shoved against a wall, and him thinking of the ancient hero Cuchulain as he was tied to his rock facing hundreds of foes, soon to have his head lopped off and his body desecrated. Such is the hard lot of an Irish rebel.

Provisional IRA monument, showing that Cuchulain’s death has inspired Irish rebels going from the Fenians, to Padraig’s generation, to the more modern IRA

Padraig was a regular man - a son, a brother, a teacher, and a revolutionary. He fought with his words, and he rallied hundreds, if not thousands, of Irish men and women to the Republican cause. When he felt called to teach the Gaelic language, he followed through and even doubled down. When he knew that Ireland needed revolution, he did his due diligence and got involved with the most extreme groups active at that time. When faced with certain death, he did not flinch and proudly entered the halls of his fathers.

Here is a man to emulate. If you are not strong enough for the sword, then pick up the pen and start being revolutionary. It did not stop ol’ Padraig.

America and Europe needs us. Stop being lukewarm. We must use our intelligence, and become vehemently ethno-centric before it is too late. The lines are being drawn in the sand, and I was not the one to first start this game-playing in the sand. It was nature, and the divine actions of the gods and the ancestors which first made distinctions between the tribes.

America and Europe will be free once more - and all of us need to get involved now, before it is too late. Whether that is with words, or through other means, it does not matter - just stop being lukewarm cowards and become revolutionary Aryans.

Here at the bottom I will paste the entire Proclamation of the Irish Republic because it is a moving piece of literature, and has the same energy as the Declaration of Independence or the Declaration of Arbroath.

Read the words of men who were willing to fight and die, and remember that we too must join them one day:

THE PROVISIONAL GOVERNMENT
OF THE
IRISH REPUBLIC
TO THE PEOPLE OF IRELAND.

      IRISHMEN AND IRISHWOMEN :   In the name of God and of the dead generations from which she receives her old tradition of nationhood, Ireland, through us, summons her children to her flag and strikes for her freedom.

      Having organised and trained her manhood through her secret revolutionary organisation, the Irish Republican Brotherhood, and through her open military organisations, the Irish Volunteers and the Irish Citizen Army, having patiently perfected her discipline, having resolutely waited for the right moment to reveal itself, she now seizes that moment, and supported by her exiled children in America and by gallant allies in Europe, but relying in the first on her own strength, she strikes in full confidence of victory.

      We declare the right of the people of Ireland to the ownership of Ireland and to the unfettered control of Irish destinies, to be sovereign and indefeasible. The long usurpation of that right by a foreign people and government has not extinguished the right, nor can it ever be extinguished except by the destruction of the Irish people. In every generation the Irish people have asserted their right to national freedom and sovereignty; six times during the past three hundred years they have asserted it in arms. Standing on that fundamental right and again asserting it in arms in the face of the world, we hereby proclaim the Irish Republic as a Sovereign Independent State, and we pledge our lives and the lives of our comrades in arms to the cause of its freedom, of its welfare, and of its exaltation among the nations.

      The Irish Republic is entitled to, and hereby claims, the allegiance of every Irishman and Irishwoman. The Republic guarantees religious and civil liberty, equal rights and equal opportunities to all its citizens, and declares its resolve to pursue the happiness and prosperity of the whole nation and of all its parts, cherishing all of the children of the nation equally, and oblivious of the differences carefully fostered by an alien Government, which have divided a minority from the majority in the past.

      Until our arms have brought the opportune moment for the establishment of a permanent National Government, representative of the whole people of Ireland and elected by the suffrages of all her men and women, the Provisional Government, hereby constituted, will administer the civil and military affairs of the Republic in trust for the people.

      We place the cause of the Irish Republic under the protection of the Most High God, Whose blessing we invoke upon our arms, and we pray that no one who serves that cause will dishonour it by cowardice, inhumanity, or rapine. In this supreme hour the Irish nation must, by its valour and discipline, and by the readiness of its children to sacrifice themselves for the common good, prove itself worthy of the august destiny to which it is called.

Signed on behalf of the Provisional Government,

THOMAS J. CLARKE, SEAN Mac DIARMADA, THOMAS MacDONAGH, P. H. PEARSE, EAMONN CEANNT, JAMES CONNOLLY, JOSEPH PLUNKETT

Hail the Irish! Hail the Heroes! Hail victory! Good-end! o///