Ian Stuart Donaldson 1957 to 24th September 1993

Today is the anniversary of the death of one of the World's greatest White Nationalists, Ian Stuart who was tragically taken from the fight at the early age of only 36 years old. He was a constant champion of White Nationalism and the prime mover in establishing the White Nationalist music scene with his now legendary band, "Skrewdriver".

Ian could have gone down the materialistic road and made a name for himself in the ZOG media music racket. But no, his sense of his Race and Nation were too dear to him and he walked away from it, dedicating his every day for our Cause.

I did know Ian, not as close a lot of Comrades but enough to have a chat with himon the telephone and I met him a few times in London at National Action Party meetings.
We lost a great Comrade and a true friend to many.
Comrade Ian Stuart - Present!

I can think of no better tribute than to play Saga's,
'Sleep Well My Brother'.

      

The Warriors and the Fleas

Warriors - OR - Fleas?

I have just got my copy of "The White Nationalist" which is capably run by Comrade Peter and in it there is an extremely good quote from Ian Stuart -

Ian Stuart Donaldson
'The enormity of our task is almost beyond comprehension. Sometimes state oppression,red opposition, and treachery by traitors in our midst makes us all feel like giving up-but at all costs we must continue our battle. Our fight begins in Europe, and spreads across the White World. Certain moments in our lives makes us realise the massive importance of our task. I have walked through Antwerp in the early evening as Nationalists gather in the bars. The beautiful architecture in the Flemish City embodies European genius - the evening in Rotterdam, as the lights of the great Dutch City sparkle as we have been made welcome by our comrades; an afternoon in Stockholm,frost upon the ground, then a journey on the train to Gothenburg as the beauty of Sweden and Scandinavia hypnotises me. I think of Germany, France, Italy and all the other great nations of Europe. Then I think of our cousinsin the U.S.A., Australia, and beyond. Whitemen made these nations and if White men do not stand up and fight their enemies our world will crumble. If this happens, when we are gone, someday and somewhere, the ghosts of the warriors who did fight will stand and accuse those cowards who did not. That will be the day of reckoning. We must all make some kind of contribution, and my songs are but a small part of what I hope to contribute to the survival of the White Race.'

I have seen many comrades fall over the decades this struggle has been my life. It that time many have fallen, good street soldiers, doing their best and their bit to make final victory over ZOG a possibility.
Amongst those many some in particular stand out - Colin Jordan, John Tyndall, John Peacock, Stanley Clayton-Garnett and Ian Stuart. I know I have missed many out but time and space is an issue.
I would call the above men 'Racial Warriors' who gave their whole, and in some cases their very lives trying to achieve totality of victory.
They are the giants who would never back down and never leave the Cause.
Today in the National Front we have some who are also Warriors, and some younger White Nationalists who will shape up to become our future Warriors.
Each and every one - as Ian points out - gives their all and puts petty spite and disruption to one side.
Ian said "and treachery by traitors in our midst". I would add something to that. Every Warrior fighting the struggle were 'Men of Honour' yet each and every one of them had to continually swat of the fleas that hover around the British Nationalist scene, their only reason to exist being to find fault with we who are giving our lives.
Ian was no exception and neither was JT (and neither am I - though I'm only a minor Warrior).
These fleas are not 'Men of Honour' or 'Woman of Honour' (as was Lady Jane Birdwood). They are the fleas - actually worse than traitors who for reasons of their own, usually their own inadequacy who  cannot wait to get in a dig when anything positive is happening and who buzz in their Fleaish glee, when an attack on a prominent White Nationalists hits near home.

The Fleas feed on rumour, innuendo and downright lies, and in my opinion are far worse than the Reds. At least there we have an enemy we can see.
My life has been plagued by them - fighting ZOG is very like hacking away with what ever weapons you have to hand, through a thick jungle and all the time having to put up with the Flea bites of these 'nationalists'.

There is no easy answer, ignoring them and soldiering on seems the only way. But one day, when we do achieve final victory, though I think I might be long gone by then, I would hope that the White Nationalist Movement will turn its power against these Fleas and swot them out of existence for good!
Eddy Morrison

Back from Blackpool....

Just back from a five day break in Blackpool. That's why I haven't updated this Blog this week. 

It was 'a change is as good as a rest' break as Blackpool isn't high on my Bucket List.

People think of Blackpool Tower - for me its the place that our Fallen Comrade - Ian Stuart Donaldson was born  - 11th August 1957.

"On Thursday, 24th, April, Ian was with his comrades when the brakes on his car failed. This suspicious brake failure lead to an horrific car accident and Ian was rushed to Queens Medical Centre in Nottingham, with severe head injuries. There he failed to regain consciousness and died at twenty minute to eleven on the Friday morning 24th September 1993.

On the 5th of October, Ian Stuart Donaldson funeral was held at Carleton Crematorium, Blackpool - Ian was born in the Carleton area. Among the 20 or so people who attended was Cat, Ian's fiancé Diane, his brother Tony and his life long friend, and original Skrewdriver drummer, Grinny. Bon Jovi's song ‘Blaze Of Glory’ was played and it’s been said that Lemmy of Motörhead sent flowers" 

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