After becoming aware of everything, the threats, the victims, the enemy, all the lies, the injustice, the hypocrisy, I became angry. I gritted my teeth and looked to make a difference; absorbing all the information available to me, arguing with acquaintances or strangers on facebook, and researching different groups and movements for me to join.
After some months, when the revolution still hadn’t started, my spark faded somewhat. Everyone around me are idiots, the world is shit, it’s all going nowhere, the jews are rubbing it in our faces. I just want to get out of here and live in peace, but I don’t even have that option!
It’s been 72 years since the fall of the 3rd Reich. Many movements have sprouted and died in it’s wake, as have many activists. Thinking that anything would change because I got involved was presumptuous. We are the bearers of a spark which must be nurtured and kept alive, and we might even start some fires. On the other hand, it is possible that we will only succeed at passing it down to the next generation. When the time is right the spark will glow bright, the true fire will alight, and the world will be engulfed by cleansing flames!
Even though the clock is ticking for us, we have to treat the resistance like a marathon, not like a sprint. Anger and the will to destroy can fuel a sprint, but it will run out and leave one feeling disappointed and hopeless. Fueling a marathon requires positivity: Pride in our ancestors and their accomplishments. Love for our friends and family. Hope for our children and the future. The beauty in art and nature. Jest and laughter. Curiosity and ingenuity.