Category Archives: Death of the West

The French magazine Le Point has a brief interview with Jean Raspail, the 90 yr old author of the stunningly prescient The Camp of the Saints (1973) [Hat tip: S. Sailer]. Le Point: Some on the right consider your book … Continue reading →

Weren’t jesters always cleverer than their kings? So be it. In this new swarthy reign, the white man will be the jester. It’s as simple as that … You want to keep fooling yourself in the name of some meaningless … Continue reading →

“And in two-faced times like these, you can bet the government won’t admit what’s really behind that racist decree. … Yes, racist, that’s what I called it. You loathe the word, don’t you? You’ve gone and worked up a race … Continue reading →

When man has nothing left, he looks askance at certainty. Experience has taught that it’s not meant for him. As likelihood fades, myth looms up in its place. The dimmer the chance, the brighter the hope. And the simpler the … Continue reading →

Dr. Norman Hailer had opened his windows. He was listening to the city, but there wasn’t a sound. It was that time of night when he would always hear the dreadful notes of what he called the ‘infernal symphony’ rising … Continue reading →

“And those million Christs? Is that your own idea?” “No, but I thought it was kind of cool. For padre talk, I mean. I got it from this priest. One of those worker types from the wrong side of town.”… … Continue reading →

Man never has really loved humanity all of a piece—all its races, its peoples, its religions— but only those creatures he feels are his kin, a part of his clan, no matter how vast… In this curious war taking shape, … Continue reading →

The first in a series of quotes from Jean Raspail’s novel The Camp of the Saints (1973): Like all the ships in this phantom fleet, there wasn’t a light to be seen on her once it was dark, not even … Continue reading →