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Clubland:
And Why Your Kids Must Avoid It
Having been involved in Nightclub security for nearly twenty years, and with firsthand experience in the seedier side of club life, I believe parents and teenagers need informing on certain matters.
The nightclubs of today are not like the ones parents frequented back in the 1970s, when they were aspiring teenagers full of excitement and joy. Today they are a complete transformation whose environment would shock, scare, and bewilder most parents of today should they enter. It would be an environment so alien that they would cringe in horror at the thought of their young teenage kids let loose in such dens of iniquity. The noise would be deafening, the lights almost blinding, with a positively scary looking clientele in a state of complete frenzy. “What happened to the days of Showaddywaddy and David Essex?” they would think to themselves. Well, those days are well and truly gone. It’s the day of drugs, drugs and more drugs. And that’s just for starters.
Nightclubs up and down the country are full to the brim with young kids taking drugs, with most parents (those who care) not having a clue what their nocturnal kids are up to. They believe their children are going out for the night, just as they did in the 1970s to a “disco,” and they will get a taxi home just like they did, and all will be ok.
Yes, of course they would have heard or read about nightclub violence and how shocking it is, but it will never happen to their kids, as their kids tell them that where they go is nice and friendly and not a fight in sight.
Their children will tell them that they stay away from drugs, and taking them would not even enter their innocent little minds. And you know what, their parents will believe them. And do you know why? Because they are out of touch with the real world.
Most parents (once again, those who care) don’t take enough interest in anything outside their own little world, and are too busy thinking about the next material asset they can acquire, or the next holiday resort. They let their children bully them, instead of following their instincts and laying down the law. Then there are the cowardly ones who do suspect and haven’t the guts to face the awful truth.
Parents need to go and see what is happening in the clubs that their nice sons and daughters frequent. Go and stand by the toilets and watch all the young girls coming out wiping their noses, having just snorted a line of cocaine. In fact, go in the toilets and you will see it firsthand. Go into the Men’s (dads, that is), and see several lads all piling into one cubicle: listen by the door and hear all the lines of cocaine being snorted one by one.
And if that doesn’t have you dragging your kids out, mingle with the people on the dance floor bombed out of their heads on E’s or Magic (powdered MDMA), shuffling along like zombies in a Boris Karloff movie.
Now if you are immune to all of this, like most people who either work in or frequent clubs are, you can always wait for the violence later on. I’m sure you will find someone in the toilet who’s just been bottled or slashed.
Now if violence is not what you are looking for, you will usually find someone’s poor daughter in a corner or toilet, giving sexual services to all comers (literally). Yes, I’m sure the drugs she’s been on that night would have stripped her of all her inhibitions and it’s free love for all. And if she’s really lucky, she will end up on someone’s mobile phone video, and be the next Linda Lovelace, and blue-toothed to all and sundry. Don’t you just love this hedonism? Hey, you ain’t heard the best yet!
If your kid is adventurous and wants to try one of the many gay clubs in town, I am sure they would be more than willing to accommodate them. On the other hand, are they gay clubs or unisex? I think unisex, because the girls go into the Men’s, and the lads into the Women’s toilets. Anyway, if your lad is not really that way inclined, the predators can always wait until the drugs kick in and have their wicked way later. You see, even though these are predominantly gay clubs, they still allow straights in. I wonder why? Girls in these clubs who are not Lesbos or bisexual, go to watch men at it for a twisted thrill.
Young naïve kids on drugs can easily be lured into this perversion, when it could easily have been avoided had they been educated. The amount of so–called gay or gay friendly clubs that have sprung up out of nowhere is frightening. Some even have transvestites as DJs.
Also sickening in these clubs is the activity going on in the toilet cubicle, and it’s not just drug taking. And no prizes for guessing what. The amount of drug taking is even more prevalent in these clubs than at your usual haunts because of the nature of the clientele. Yet so–called straight people love these places and do not find them repulsive.
To some extent, you can understand this as there is very little violence, if any. Nevertheless, the activities on and off the dance floor, and in and out of the toilets would make milk turn. The young kids who end up going to clubs like these were probably good kids, until they were persuaded by those who were equally once naïve to pay a visit and look at all the gays enjoying themselves with not a fight in sight. Once again, had young kids been alerted to the filth in these clubs and what comes with it, their lives may have taken a different path.
However, no one is alerting them, and no one is going to. So, who is going to do it? We, as Nationalists, are people who do actually care about what is happening to our country and young people, or we would not be involved in what we do and pay the sacrifice we pay. Yet the premier Nationalist Party in the UK, the BNP, has not uttered one word about the insidious nature of Nightclubs up and down the country to its ever increasing young membership.
Now I am not talking about a nice quiet wine bar on the high street or even some of the clubs who still play 1970/80’s tunes like ABBA or Sheena Easton, but the major dance venues and the now ever increasing gay friendly clubs.
And before anyone says, “Oh well, these are just a few clubs up and down the country and nothing to worry about,” you are wrong. Most clubs play the same type of music and a lot have drinking hours until 4 – 5am – some even later. Also, you will be hard pushed to find one club, if any, that’s drug free.
So no, you have to look at the big picture when describing clubland. And before any naïve reader says “Well, don’t the doormen search the people who go in these clubs”? the answer is of course they do, but you can’t start looking into every orifice, plus the doormen are more interested in finding weapons that can be used on them or the punters.
So why have not the BNP, via their new youth wing, The British Nationalist Youth Movement, alerted young people that its trying to recruit and those that it has recruited, about the dangers of nightlife in our towns and cities? Are the BNP like all of the parents the length and breadth of the country, naïve about matters that affect the future of our/ their children?
The BNYM is more concerned about recruiting students, when we all know this is a complete waste of time. Ask Tony Wentworth or Mark Collett how many students they recruited to the cause, and what massive inroads (if any) they made on campus. The answer will be counted on one hand. Also, their time spent pushing the BNP on campus ruined their education and set them back years.
Why the BNP leadership still puts kids through this is beyond me. When was the last time, if at all, Nick Griffin ventured into a nightclub and saw firsthand what the music of today is doing to our young people? And that’s not counting the drugs, gays, violence and general anti-social behaviour that come with clubland.
Now, not all kids end up being corrupted, beaten up, taking drugs, or suffer other destructive vices that come with a so-called good night out on the town, but an awful lot do. Go and stand at the entrance of your city centre hospital (in Liverpool, the Royal Hospital) and watch the casualties stretchered in on a Saturday night, and you will see what I mean (the Royal also has Doormen, on a Saturday night).
I had the pleasure of doing this after two colleagues were stabbed three and eight times respectively, after lads enjoying a nice day out at the Grand National, Aintree, decided to take themselves and their knives into the city centre and stab two doormen. All because they had denims on and didn’t fit the dress code to enter the club. Scary to think these animals had these knives on them at the nation’s premier race meeting. We truly are living in very dangerous times.
Are the BNP leadership and those “wet behind the ears” youth wing oblivious to what I have spelt out here? If so, they need bringing into the real world very quickly. If on the other hand they believe an attack on clubland will alienate the E and Cocaine community and even further marginalise the BNP, then we truly are living in sad times.
My generation is the last to come through that offered any hope of national rebirth. We have now lost that opportunity and have to rely on the next generation. Sadly, they are now lost and bewildered in a world they don’t understand. We are losing them day by day, and nothing is going to stop this.
We need to stop ****ing around and playing as if we are some re-born Tory party and saying “ain’t it great we are now mainstream.” Stop embracing the sickness of society in the hope it will get us more votes. We need to start reaching these kids before the destructiveness and perverseness of modern society does. And I can’t think of a more insidious environment than clubland.
The youth wing of the BNP needs to promote an alternative to clubland and permissive living. We have to get our kids back to basics and interested in healthy alternatives. You can’t strive for a national rebirth and embrace the sick society at the same time. They are mutually exclusive. You can’t tell kids to come on-board and fight to save their country, and then send them off to have a nice enjoying night in clubland with all the drugs, drunkenness, and violence, and then back to party business on the Monday. They need steering away or we will lose them forever. Once kids have fully embraced drugs and clubland, it’s very hard to stop them doing it, let alone wanting to save their country.
I am not advocating young people sit in with tins of Guinness and live boring lifestyles, but try to find an alternative to clubland. Meet friends (hopefully nationalists) who would like a challenge rather than crawling out of a nightclub at 6am, smashed out of their heads. Go and climb say, Mount Snowdon or Helvelyn, and have nice pub lunch and a pint afterwards.
If your life revolves all around clubland then you are already on the slippery slope to a dead-end life. There are a million alternatives to milling around clubland amongst drunken, aggressive people, and this must now be the job of nationalist youth, to inform the lost and soon to be lost young kids of our nation. This will not be an easy task but it must be done and not ignored.
Nationalism saved me from becoming a bigger loser than I am now, and it hurts me to say this. But I have to be honest with myself and can’t be a hypocrite when giving advice to young kids. I know the damage clubland does to young kids because it has done it to me.
However, I have unrivalled experience in the world of the street, and can put this to good use if people are prepared to listen. Most in nationalism believe they are streetwise when in fact they’re amateurs. Winning back our country is not all about academia or being from a public school, it’s about the whole package. And in my field of work, I have a PhD.
See Andrew Redmond’s review of Joe Owens’ Action! Race War To Door Wars
Joe Owens
Joe Owens is a far-right activist in the UK and a martial arts exponent. Involved in Nationalist politics for over twenty years, he acted as personal bodyguard for BNP Chairman Nick Griffin.
Well as one of the ‘yoof’ I must admit that this is a fairly accurate article, except from the point that its written by an older onlooker. Drugs and sex are part of a night out, im actually the odd one out because im not sniffing my brains out, I have often stood by myself whilst everyone else ventures to the toilets, but this burden is going to fall onto the youth as if older nationalists start giving lectures on the evil of drugs and sex we will shut off and do the opposite.
Fact is the youth of today has spent their lives disobeying adults. Chances are these same adults have experimented with drugs themselves! Its kind of hard to take the moral ground when the hill is built on lies and secrets.
Having ventured briefly into clubland in London in the mid-1980s and late 1990s, including The Fridge, I can say that the scenes Owens described are accurate. Absolute depravity of all kinds prevails in these places.
Nationalists need to tackle the drug issue head-on and develop alternatives for nationalist youth.
Northern, so what do you suggest we do?
This is some footage I filmed at a major dance venue in Liverpool, showing a good (violence, drugs etc.) night out on the town that most youngsters embark upon every weekend.
Do we just ignore this menace?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6X_0ezfglxY&feature=player_embedded
That is an almost impossible task im afraid, its a pandora’s box.
Only way to change what is considered a norm is to change the way people see it, if you treat people that do drugs with contempt they will feel uneasy about it, mixed the paranoia of actually being on drugs it can put people off. People naturally copy others, so if everyone you know is sniffing away the general consensus would be you are too, just to fit in.
Dragging ex-convicts in front of them doesnt work as we as youth are invincible and the ‘it wont happen to me’ mentality kicks in.
I suspect your idea of idea of sorting this menace would be to jump in and bump heads, this will only make you enemies as even the nicest of people will see you as interupting their night of escapism and under the influence things will turn nasty.
A nationalist movement should unconditionally rebuke this kind of degenerate activity.
I suspect your idea of idea of sorting this menace would be to jump in and bump heads.
And where did I say I’d bump heads?
You need people like me (ex-convicts) who can relate to kids and not those who live in ivory towers.
Yes, the vast majority who take drugs at Raves are unreachable. We need to concentrate on the 1-4% who can think for themselves. But like I’ve said Nationalism has not come up with a package to counter Clubland.
You’re a bouncer is why I mentioned that, plus your reputation. Fact of the matter is if nationalists as a whole ruined people’s weekends — the only chance they get to escape the day to day torment of modern life — then we would be seen as an enemy, not a concerned beacon of hope.
My mate had a visit from a ex-con whilst in college, and funnily enough he has been involved in court action over violent offenses along with other things I cannot mention.
Some have come up with campaigns, how effective they’ve been I couldn’t say.
Absolutely first rate and copper-bottomed, gentelemn!
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This is why we need to create Committees of 100 White Men everywhere, so that a white community voice exists to intervene, educate, and take appropriate lawful, positive action in situations like this. In the western USA, it is young white teenagers who are most frequently abandoned — you can see them on the streets and near transit lines just by opening your eyes. The diverse white American peoples are the only demographic in the western USA that live like salmon — throw out the children when divorced parents re-marry or when one has an unusual sexual preference.
Black and brown Americans, especially, and including illegal aliens, find homes for nephews, nieces, illegitimate offspring, grandchildren, and cousins. White kids are far more frequently simply abandoned and rejected by the new step-dad and the new step-mom.
In addition, there are several public health issues in which young white children are more frequently over-represented (tobacco, meth, binge drinking), and are very highly represented in homelessness, scarification, piercing, and risk-taking.
The amazing thing about this hurt among young white children in the western USA is that no one is doing anything about it — not public agencies, not private white organizations. We desperately need to rescue our children, and something like Committees of 100 White Men would be an admirable vehicle.
Joe Owens, I liked this article and the review of your book earlier. I hope you can give us (Americans) more insight on how organized crime operates in your nightclub scene, which can shed some light on how it works in America.
Organized crime (drugs, pimping, extortion, etc.) is like a parasite on the White working class. My youth was not nearly as interesting as yours but I’ve seen some of the damage first hand myself.
Though this is indeed, a lousy and wretched situation, let us not forget that these young people are CHOOSING to behave in this disgusting manner; it is not being forced upon them. And there are millions of young Whites who do NOT engage in it. It’s just that the jew-media, informs us constantly about the former, but not the latter.
George Lincoln Rockwell, once remarked that the White race is in need of a severe pruning. And Robert Frenz once remarked that he did not want to save ALL the White race! And I agree with both.
The fact of the matter, is that the the vast majority, simply cannot be trusted to act in the best long term interests of society. That is why mass democracy is so destructive, and why the authoritarian state is a necessity. And that is one reason why I am a National Socialist.
Northern, I don’t intend to visit nightclubs telling kids the destructive nature of nightlife or bumping heads together. No, it would be an educational package to educate young kids before they move into these slimy surroundings. Kids need to be shown that there are healthier things they can do on a weekend that consist of a natural high, and not a chemical one.
We need to get young kids into competitive sports like Marathon, Triathlon, and MMA. We need to educate them why they are in the mess they find themselves in the first place and what destructive forces are behind this. I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that the hub of Ecstasy production in the world just happens to be Israel? No, and I’m sure people on here don’t.
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/pages/ShArt.jhtml?itemNo=280827&contrassID=2&subContrassID=1&sbSubContrassID=0&listSrc=Y
Hengist, you are spot on. This is why I believe only a small 1 – 4% can be saved and put on the right track. But it is very sad for those who have been snared into this lifestyle through no fault of their own.
You’re right about getting kids into competitive sports. A network of “fight clubs,” boxing clubs, and fitness training centres for White youth might be very beneficial.
It’s great to read stomeihng that’s both enjoyable and provides pragmatisdc solutions.
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As a participant for many years in the rave and then club scene throughout America (including the famed Detroit underground of the 1990′s) I can say that although there are extremes of bad behavior, the majority of party goers are out for a good time and not just about drugs or hookups or fighting.
Criticizing the symptom (clubs) for the disease (lack of fun things to do for young people) is not going to any good. Neither will it put a dent into the profits of drug dealers or event producers.
UK yobs are an extreme example of youth culture out of control and testing the boundaries as far as they can get away with. The street fights you filmed are mostly harmless venting of aggression of young males with no other outlet to feel a sense of vitality. This can be addressed through fight clubs, martial arts, or even military services, but Joe Blow public does not want to invest in that kind of undertaking.
In BANA we have a group of young people that get their jollies from confrontational activism, helping people, and self development. These young people hang out with us because they want to be with people that will give them greater meaning and improvement in all areas of life. Mentoring is an essential function of any society, any society that fears and loathes such a task is doomed.
The whole rave scene is unnatural anyway, with or without drugs or fights. You have to go back to the beginning of this phenomenon to see the damage its now having on our society. Those who embarked upon this craze back in the late 1980s and early 1990s, are those whose kids are now running round wild in places like Liverpool, England. It was those same parents who were too smashed out of their heads most of the time to give their children a decent upbringing and lifestyle. All their kids then did was to repeat the process of drug taking like their parents. This is now having a terrible affect on our society. Also, not all the fights are/were harmless like you mention.
Below is a chapter from my book dealing with the destructive effects of raves and clubs on our society.
Quadrant Park
The first Dance Super Club to hit the scene in Liverpool — possibly the
UK — was the Quadrant Park. A massive warehouse, holding 3000 plus
people, it had an all-night entertainment licence until 8am. Quite a feat in
those days, to get a licence (Spencer had a snooker-hall licence) till that
late/early, whichever way you look at it. It had thousands of young kids
(and the not-so-young!) dancing their little socks off, in a drug-fuelled frenzy
of escapism.
People fainted and got robbed. A girl was raped in the toilets, and a
young lad died of an ecstasy overdose. A lad fell asleep and died at the
wheel of his car while driving home from the Quad. The owner, Jim Spencer,
had the water turned off so clubbers had to buy his £1.50-a-time can of
coke or bottled water. He didn’t give a damn about Health & Safety
regulations, or fire hazards. All he was interested in was money — it was
£10 entry fee to get in. Yet people loved it, and cried when it was eventually
closed. They still, to this day, have Quadrant Park reunion nights.
Now not everyone who went to the Quad (as it was known) was robbed,
raped, or died — 90% survived unscathed. There’s still no excuse for the
damage this club caused to young people’s lives in the long term. This
ranged from lost jobs, broken marriages and deserted homes to mental
health problems. Children were taken into care because the parents were
too smashed to care for them. Mums and dads, social welfare services,
doctors and nurses, the courts — and just about everyone else — were left to
pick up the pieces.
With all its inherent dangers, people loved it! So what could have driven
the young, and not-so-young, to such a den of iniquity as the Quad? Simple
– it was a community. Everyone was a member, and all shared a common
purpose: hedonism. A society lost in the post-modern ethical maze offered
no sense of ‘belonging’ to its members. Without social goals to aim for, is it
any wonder that a large section of young people turned to dance music like
a new religion? They went to the Quad, swallowed their Es, and forgot
about the real world outside the club’s four walls.
Some girls were so smashed they couldn’t remember having sex, let
alone with whom, or how many. Young kids would pull faces better placed
in a gurning competition than a dancehall. Some would lose control of their
bodily functions. I look back now in amazement and find it difficult to believe such a place existed.
I know many people reading this, who went to the Quad, will not remember
it as a den of iniquity. Instead they will look back on the nights spent there
as some of the best times of their lives. Those selling drugs there must have
had the most profitable days of their careers. I never worked the Quad, but
would always shoot down there after Fallows Too had finished, with the
Connors. I gave whatever support was needed to the lads on the door.
Doormen on the Quad included Ged and Tony Starkey, Stevie Newcombe,
Joe MacNally, (Bodyguard and Karate expert) Dennis Martin, Paul (Walshy)
Welsh, Pat McCormack, Dave (The Wolf) Rawlinson, Peter Opara, John
Dillon, and Renaldo Jenkins. There were many others also. The Quad was
a massive building, and was jam-packed every Saturday night/Sunday
morning. There were continual requests from nearby residents — and the
police — to shut it down. When it started it was OK, but like many a club of
that nature, it attracted trouble.
A major incident occurred at the Quad when Stevie Clark’s ‘Wolfpack’
paid it a visit. However it was ignited, there was an explosion of violence
between them and Quad doormen (and Anfield hardmen), the Farley’s.
Ian, Alan and Chrisy Farley were up-and-coming lads in the city, and took
no shit from anyone. Ste Clark had arrived with Tony Yates in a Escort
Cosworth. This vehicle was trapped in the car park as they retreated from
the club. Joe MacNally dropped the entrance barrier down, trapping Clarkey
in the car park. Ste Clark had no option other than to drive through the
barrier. In doing so, he ripped the roof off the car, only just missing decapitating Tony Yates and himself.
Some time afterwards, the Wolfpack were to catch up with Joe MacNally
in Fallows. Joe was jumped by about twenty of the Wolfpack, several of
whom slashed him with knives. Unfortunately for Joe (but luckily for them!)
he dropped a handgun he was carrying. This was for protection in case he
should he bump into them. Joe was not too badly hurt, and lived to fight
another day.
As I was leaving the Quad one Sunday morning with John Dillon and
Dessie Haley a fight broke out with lads from out of town. The only
significant injury resulting was to Dessie — he’d been stabbed. These were
just two of many incidents that took place at the Quad. To give the reader
a better idea of how the Quad finally descended into anarchy read these
stories from ex-Quad goers:
“Saturday night was probably the closest thing to Quadrant Park (Quad
Reunion) that I have ever been to and it certainly brought some
memories flooding back. Obviously, 15 years later the memories are
slightly confused and blurred by everything else, which went on at the
time, but there are a few things which really stand out.
Let’s set the scene. Friday nights in Wolverhampton was Cleo’s, or
Love Revolution as it was known. We went every week, saw the
same faces and partied until the earlier hours (including after the club
on the car park and at the services). This continued throughout 1990
and people started to talk about this “Quad” night that they had heard
about. One Saturday me and my two mates Jase (the Face) and Justin
decided to jump into his battered Vauxhall Viva to travel up to Bootle
to find this Mecca.
At the time I was only 15, nearly 16. My mates at school thought I
was a weirdo as I listened to them talk about the crap they were into,
while I sat there listening to Stakker Humanoid and the like. They all
hung around on street corners, or in bus shelters drinking cider, while
I partied the weekends away. Mum and dad didn’t really know what
I was up to, other than staying at a mate’s house for the weekend
(they trusted Jase as he was a few years older and a fitness freak
(Forrest Gump-like)….. they thought we used to go swimming on the
Sunday mornings!!!!!)
So off we went in the autumn of 1990, off up to Bootle. Memories
from this point blur but I remember walking in and feeling a sense of
euphoria. Mike Knowler was on and the tunes we loved were blasting
out, and we found our spot on the left-hand side of the dance floor and
started to work our socks off. My stussy t-shirt was dripping wet
about 30 minutes later and stayed that way all night. We then bumped
into about ten mates from Wolves who had all had the same idea,
including the two DJs from our Friday Cleo’s nights (Scott & Si Storer).
Needless to say we went home happy.
Other visits ensued to the point that we made Quad our home for
nearly every Saturday night from late 1990 through to its end.
Memories include jumping around on the tables at the back of the
dance floor, our heads scraping the ceiling, to Wood Allen and Digital
Boy, and then falling in love with Secchi “I Say Yeah”, which nearly
bought the club to a standstill.
One night in particular had DJ H Feat Stefy played around five times. The opening piano bars at least being thrown in and then taken back out again, sending everyone into hysteria. First time any of us had ever heard this tune, and we drove home singing “money, money” (that is what we thought it was at the time). It was not available until months later.
We also began to make the all-nighter a must, and I will never forget
the N-joi PA in there. All I remember is this mad dancer, dressed in
full lycra at the front of the stage as Saffron belted out “I’m in love
with you….” Man, she looked fit that night! I also remember spending
4-5 hours on top of the fire exit on the right hand side (as you looked
at it) of the stage, after climbing on the bins/coke machine. There
were about six of us on there, going mental. How I never killed myself
is beyond me.
Of course the shady bottom-right (stage looking out) toilets were a
no-go area for me. The only time I ever went over there was one
night where there must have been 5-6 people lying against the wall or
across the floor. There was also the other night where for some reason
the all-nighter didn’t open for a while and we sat outside the entrance
with a stereo blasting out tunes. The queue was dancing and you
could just feel the atmosphere building. That was the night that Jase’s
car became home to a lad in a suit and his two girlfriends who did all
manner of things to each other in the back while we looked on in
amazement!
I also remember never feeling intimidated until the end. It was quite
normal to meet a few girls and walk with them to the petrol station at
around 6am for fags, etc. Not a care in the world, even though I
perhaps should have been more wary. Driving home was always fun
(for me, not Jase the driver). The number of times we had no money
and had to take the number plates off the car to get petrol before
hiding for hours in a backstreet.
The last night we went we were surrounded by young kids in the car
park who wanted to know what we had in our pockets. We brushed
them aside only for 10 bruisers to appear out of nowhere and chase
us around the block for 10 minutes. We sneaked inside the club and
hid all night….. Completely bricking it. You could even tell the
atmosphere inside had gone off somewhat and I remember an
altercation opposite us on the stairs where everyone suddenly started
to run away. We thought someone had been shot, but we never knew
or found out. It certainly didn’t feel like the home we had.
We never went back, but it was always in our hearts. Nothing else
came close… until now. I can honestly say last Saturday I was that
15/16-year old once more. You couldn’t put a price on that and it just
proves the magic of Quadrant Park is still alive.
Toilets
“Down the red light end of the all-nighter, it was like a warning, the
toilets were like a scene from a film where you knew something bad
was about to happen, but luckily enough for me nothing did. The red
light end was for when you couldn’t get out of your sledging and you
all sat on the dirty floor huddled up. What a sight that must have been.
You think that was bad, you should have tried the lads’ bogs! You go in
– a lad by the sink would ask you the time. If you were out your head
or from out of town you were in the cubicle getting rinsed of your
possessions by a gang of URCHINS in SUEDE TRACKIES and a
BERGHAUS!
I used to wear a nappy!!!! LOL.
The gent’s toilets in the warehouse at the red light end were really
bad. I remember you could always find a gang of Scallies waiting
outside them for vulnerable people to walk in! One of my friends had
a 13- or 14-year-old kid hanging of the back of his ponytail, and there
was nothing he could do about it. He handed over a fiver, and the kid
went on his way. Probably the same kid went around the car park
trying to tax money off people! The kid was a little gofer for the rest
of his cronies, I guess. Can anyone else remember this little Urchin?”
The Quad was finally shut down in 1992 and has never re-opened since.
I have often stood by myself whilst everyone else ventures to the toilets, but this burden is going to fall onto the youth as if older nationalists start giving lectures on the evil of drugs and sex we will shut off and do the opposite.
The most productive thing a white nationalist can do is not to worry about saving other whites’ already mostly-ruined children. Some of them will wise up and turn out o.k. on their own, most will prove out to be Untermenschen. Let Mr. Darwin take care of them.
The most productive thing a white nationalist can do is to have children of his own, and raise them properly.
That’s a harder and longer process, but there really is no substitute, as Mr. Darwin would be sure to agree.
Kulak, you are right. However, Nationalists can’t just sit back and watch OUR youth be destroyed by drugs and hedonism. If we Nationalists don’t come up with an alternative package to the poison then we may as well say good bye to all future white people.
Nationalists having kids will not be enough to save our people. But yes it’s a start.
If some Nationalists believe all those who go clubbing and take drugs are scum, then they are seriously out of touch with the real world. Most kids see nothing wrong due to the amount of time raves and drugs have been around.
If we lose this generation then nothing will ever reach the next.