Take Back the Land!

In a recent post (Viva Le Crusties) I marked out, albeit briefly, the way in which I foresee the nationalist cause taking back this land for the people: the way in which we revitalise our land and bring it back to life.

"This Green and Pleasant Land" is a refrain often heard, but it is pretty much meaningless drivel.

Who enjoys the land?

Those parts that are infested with concrete tower blocks, overpopulated conurbations, graffiti-sprayed edifices sprawl as far as the eye can see. These parts - which most of our people live in, are neither green nor pleasant.

What of the rest?

Vast tracts lay empty, farmed by the sort of profiteering, chemical spraying agribusiness that is fast bleaching the land, our soil, of its health and vitality.

Oh yes, it's green and pleasant in its own little way, but much of it lies empty, so it can be admired from afar by commuters on motorways or by buses full of American or Japanese tourists.

The Scottish Model

Anyone who's been to Scotland, from the huge open tracts of Sutherland to the beauty of the Cairngorms cannot but be filled by wonder and awe. The land is awful in the original sense of the word: it fills you with awe.

But to anyone who knows their history the huge empty swathes of land are awful in the modern sense too. This land once bristled with native homesteads. Farmers, albeit subsistence farmers scratching a living from land not entirely best suited to crops, dotted the land.

People lived on that land and passed their smallholdings from father to son. They lived on the land, they fought for the land, their blood soaked the land and their bodies went back into the land... Ashes to ashes.

Of course the future was bleak as it ended for most of them with the Highland Clearances, when their gentrified Clan Chiefs put the value and profits of sheep farming before the rights of the Highlanders and the duties of a Clan Chief to his people (in essence what was once considered his extended family).

The clearances were also tied in, of course, with Westminster politics - i.e. an easy (if nasty) way to clear out those last remnants who were likely to oppose the government and/or Monarchy (viz the 1715 and 1745 Jacobite Uprisings).

And so, dear reader, you now think I'm warbling on about something tragic, yet romantic (or romanticised to be more truthful, for what is romantic about ripped away from your home, your land, your people and often your very nation?).

What have events hundreds of years ago, north of the border, to do with England (and Wales) today?

Well, oh patient reader, it has everything to do with us. Our people were also (if you'll excuse the pun) turfed off the land and made into wandering servants of employers, rather than free men working their own land, when the land was "enclosed."

In the Summer holidays just gone I went with the sprogs to a Norman castle out in the back of beyond which we hadn't visited before. Most of it was ruined (in The English Civil War) but one tower especially remained, and so we went all the way up it.

It was quite some way up and atop it you could see for miles, as Norman sentinels must have done not a few years before.

Atop this tower you could see some fields outside of the town, where local residents were still allowed to farm the land in the strip system (the medieval way of providing food for families) right up until the 1970s (yes, just 30 short years ago).

It was a beautiful sight. Even though the fields were now little more than meadows (presumably grazing sheep) the patched vision of land, in which you could easily imagine a patchwork of various plants, crops etc. grown for the townsfolk was a reminder of how our people used to be far more self-sufficient.

And so I do believe that we must, as nationalists, as Distributists, as patriots who desire freedom and self-sufficiency for all, strive for the day when our land is also a patchwork of small holdings, with greater abundance and a wider variety of crops, fruit, livestock etc.

Green fields stretching on forever may look "pretty" (and believe me, there's nothing I like more than a real wild meadow) but they in truth reflect how our land is now used for agribusinesses. Sometimes used to farm huge herds which in turn are exported, othertimes acre after acre of chemically treated crop to travel the country to fill supermarket wharehouses.

Just as we have been robbed of much of our woodland, by sheer short sighted-ness, so we have been robbed of our farmland.

The Scottish highlands are bare of people, and the way those people were torn from their ancestral lands is well documented.

They way in which the peoples of England and Wales were torn from their land - to become the factory slaves of the 18th and 19th Centuries - is less well known; it certainly is no folk-memory, as it should be.

This land belongs to us!

In reality one part of it should belong to each of us.

A land in which there is a greater breadth of foodstuffs and animal husbandry, in which the smallholdings are encouraged to barter (not only crops and foodstuffs, but also services), and in which the townsfolk enjoy the healthy organic food of more farmers' markets, not to mention more town and city farms and farmsteads, would be a land less dependant on foreign imports - and much healthier and happier.

At present there are huge waiting lists for allotments of land in towns and cities. People recognise the peace these small parcels of land can deliver; the joy to be gained in tilling the soil; the superior standard of food that comes from these places.

Try eating a homegrown tomato, full and juicy. Compare it to a supermarket one: there is no comparison! The supermarket one tastes of nothing. It's like eating water. The homegrown tomato tastes like an actual tomato!

How true is that of all foodstuffs; of all animals, their meat and their milk or cheese?

In an age when there is more insecurity than ever before; where children seek solace in made-up worlds online or via Playstations; in an age where people are searching for their roots; in an age where people are revolting against shipping foods across the world; when organic food is prized above all other: we can offer people a real future.

I have sat on a dry-stone wall of an afternoon with my bairns and watched field mice run in an overgrown wild field and just spent hours in amongst nature. It beats Ninja films, Tandoori takeaways and Grand Theft Auto games any day of the week!

You might think we live in a "Green and Pleasant Land" - I don't.

Half is alien and overpopulated; the other half is chemical agribusiness, absentee landlords and woefully underpopulated.

Our people are looking for answers, and all manner of degenerates and ne'erdowells are rushing to the fore to offer their "solutions" from centralising Socialists to unicorn-hugging New Agers, from wannabe-green Neo Con types with the latest environmentalist fads to bankers and profiteers who want to buy-up the land for their second-home markets.

We have to show our people that only we stand for freedom, for the ancient rights of our people to raise food on their own land, for the future of our children to be free on the land: free from crime, free from immigration, free from government intrusion... free to live a real life!

When our people were forced off the land by the profiteers who put gold before blood, they must have hoped and prayed that one day they, or their descendants, would return to the land.

The same breed of profiteers (albeit possibly richer ones) are still keeping the bulk of our people from the land and the Communists/Socialists etc. offer nothing but more cities, more factories, more race-mixing, more immigration, more lego-home housing estates, more degeneracy and faggotry etc.

It is up to us to build a land for a free people; and to allow a free people back to the land!