Last week I paid a visit to the British Library in London to study, as I often do, and upon entering the building I was taken aback by a dark and looming tapestry that I had, either out of haste or out of sheer negligence, failed to notice on any of my countless preceding visits. There, in the centre of the large entrance hall, hung a large and tawdry tapestry. Immediately upon seeing the image, which in its monstrous scale dominated the hall entirely, I felt a shudder travel down my spine. Not two days previously had I written and published the article; “Hitler’s Stance on Art: An Appeal for Decency and Objective Standards” in which I discussed briefly art and life during the Weimar republic, the period directly preceding Germany’s dramatic political swing to the right and to National Socialism.
I saw in this picture the same unabashed and glorified deconstruction of reality, of beauty, of intricacy, and of morality. In fact, the image would have fit perfectly amongst the examples of degenerate art listed in my previous article as it too seemed to strive toward the same narcissistic ideal, the kind that deconstructs and splits apart the self in search of some meaning in the abstract or animal, that shuns and derides traditionally positive values in search of a kind of nihilistic purity. Here, looking down at me was the same glorified ode to relativism, liberalism, and materialism; a victory cry of the knowing victors of modern culture.
In the bottom left corner of the scene a topless woman with black, hollow eyes and distorted proportions gropes at a seemingly blind male who, dressed in a suit and wearing headphones (perhaps a portrayal of the average male library attendee) squints back at her as he apparently tries to crawl away from her embrace. It should also be noted that, whether intentional or not, both characters look extremely semitic in their features. In the foreground to the right are what appear to be dead, dying or sickly men, perhaps soldiers, with amputated limbs or entire sections just cut from the focus of the picture. Elsewhere in the picture are floating torso-less heads, sheep, and limbs; all which lack proportion or detail. There are demonic shadows and shapes hidden throughout the picture, and the colours are disjointed and unnatural (ie. of the sort that would not be found in reality). The whole scene appears as though some gruesome operation or horrific ritual is taking place, in which reality is carved up, contorted, and then sewn back together in a chaotic and destructive fashion, the figures reeling and suffering in their confusion.
As I continued walking into the depths of the library, I now paid closer attention to my surroundings. I have always been aware of the large preponderance of feminists lurking in the library, something that I have long attributed to the likely fact that a large portion of the elderly humanities students and professors who find themselves in the building have inevitably been tainted at the deepest levels by Social Marxist ideology and therefore, if possessing of a vagina, have self identified as staunch militant feminists. It is not a rare occurrence that you will overhear feminist dogma being discussed in the corridors or on the next table along in the cafe. Neither is it rare for women there to have profane tattoos or piercings, unnatural dyes in their hair, or strange, masculine cuts. It is also one of the few places that I have seen in regular attendance transgender individuals.
One other group that seems to be highly represented in the British Library is the Jewish community. Their large number is so obvious that I could not believe that I had failed to notice it previously. Once you begin to distinguish more between race, take the ‘red pill’ as it were, and reject the ideas of multiculturalism and diversity, one of the most surprising revelations is that of noticing distinct groups where you once just saw ‘people’. This then leads to one noticing patterns, where certain groups accumulate more than others, which of course gives suggestion to certain shared character traits and tendencies. Though I am as yet undecided about the ‘Jewish Question’, as it is phrased in the Alt Right, their high number would seem to correlate with the higher than average IQ that it is said they possess, as well as their supposed love of pursuits that do not entail physical labour but rather ideological mastication, specifically relating to verbal or linguistic intelligence, which they put to good use in the field of academia.
I felt somewhat guilty about having these thoughts, particularly when I was reminded of the famous Star Wars quote regarding Mos Eisley; “You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy,” except that in my mind the words had been replaced to read for The British Library: “You will never find a more wretched hive of feminism and Jewry.” I would love to find a location to study that is less Marxist in its readership and less Brutalist in its architecture, but then again one does feel a sense of danger reading Evola or Grant in these halls, as though the act of reading itself, or displaying such a book face up on the desk is an act of rebellion. I can only hope that one day there will be a library with spires again in London, a majestic place imbued with the European spirit, and more deserving of its privileged location neighbouring King’s Cross’s St Pancras Chambers, possibly one of Britain’s most beautiful architectural landmarks.