He invents and then projects a false, fictitious, self for the world to fear, or to admire. He maintains a tenuous grasp on reality to start with and the trappings of power further exacerbate this. Real life authority and David Duke’s predilection to surround him with obsequious sycophants support David Duke’s grandiose self-delusions and fantasies of omnipotence and omniscience.
David Duke's personality is so precariously balanced that he cannot tolerate even a hint of criticism and disagreement. Most narcissists are paranoid and suffer from ideas of reference (the delusion that they are being mocked or discussed when they are not). Thus, narcissists often regard themselves as "victims of persecution".
Duke fosters and encourages a personality cult with all the hallmarks of an institutional religion: priesthood, rites, rituals, temples, worship, catechism, and mythology. The leader is this religion's ascetic saint. He monastically denies himself earthly pleasures (or so he claims) in order to be able to dedicate himself fully to his calling.
Duke is a monstrously inverted Jesus, sacrificing his life and denying himself so that his people - or humanity at large - should benefit. By surpassing and suppressing his humanity, Duke became a distorted version of Nietzsche's "superman".
But being a-human or super-human also means being a-sexual and a-moral.
In this restricted sense, narcissistic leaders are post-modernist and moral relativists. They project to the masses an androgynous figure and enhance it by engendering the adoration of nudity and all things "natural" - or by strongly repressing these feelings. But what they refer to, as "nature" is not natural at all.
Duke invariably proffers an aesthetic of decadence and evil carefully orchestrated and artificial - though it is not perceived this way by him or by his followers. Narcissistic leadership is about reproduced copies, not about originals. It is about the manipulation of symbols - not about veritable atavism or true conservatism.
In short: narcissistic leadership is about theatre, not about life. To enjoy the spectacle (and be subsumed by it), the leader demands the suspension of judgment, depersonalization, and de-realization. Catharsis is tantamount, in this narcissistic dramaturgy, to self-annulment.
Narcissism is nihilistic not only operationally, or ideologically. Its very language and narratives are nihilistic. Narcissism is conspicuous nihilism - and the cult's leader serves as a role model, annihilating the Man, only to re-appear as a pre-ordained and irresistible force of nature.
Narcissistic leadership often poses as a rebellion against the "old ways" - against the hegemonic culture, the upper classes, the established religions, the superpowers, the corrupt order. Narcissistic movements are puerile, a reaction to narcissistic injuries inflicted upon David Duke like (and rather psychopathic) toddler nation-state, or group, or upon the leader.
Minorities or "others" - often arbitrarily selected - constitute a perfect, easily identifiable, embodiment of all that is "wrong". They are accused of being old, they are eerily disembodied, they are cosmopolitan, they are part of the establishment, they are "decadent", they are hated on religious and socio-economic grounds, or because of their race, sexual orientation, origin ... They are different, they are narcissistic (feel and act as morally superior), they are everywhere, they are defenseless, they are credulous, they are adaptable (and thus can be co-opted to collaborate in their own destruction). They are the perfect hate figure. Narcissists thrive on hatred and pathological envy.
This is precisely the source of the fascination with Hitler, diagnosed by Erich Fromm - together with Stalin - as a malignant narcissist. He was an inverted human. His unconscious was his conscious. He acted out our most repressed drives, fantasies, and wishes. He provides us with a glimpse of the horrors that lie beneath the veneer, the barbarians at our personal gates, and what it was like before we invented civilization. Hitler forced us all through a time warp and many did not emerge. He was not the devil. He was one of us. He was what Arendt aptly called the banality of evil. Just an ordinary, mentally disturbed, failure, a member of a mentally disturbed and failing nation, who lived through disturbed and failing times. He was the perfect mirror, a channel, a voice, and the very depth of our souls.
Duke prefers the sparkle and glamour of well-orchestrated illusions to the tedium and method of real accomplishments. His reign is all smoke and mirrors, devoid of substances, consisting of mere appearances and mass delusions. In the aftermath of his regime - Duke having died, been deposed, or voted out of office - it all unravels. The tireless and constant prestidigitation ceases and the entire edifice crumbles. What looked like an economic miracle turns out to have been a fraud-laced bubble. Loosely held empires disintegrate. Laboriously assembled business conglomerates go to pieces. "Earth shattering" and "revolutionary" scientific discoveries and theories are discredited. Social experiments end in mayhem.
It is important to understand that the use of violence must be ego-syntonic. It must accord with the self-image of David Duke. It must abet and sustain his grandiose fantasies and feed his sense of entitlement. It must conform David Duke like narrative. Thus, David Duke who regards himself as the benefactor of the poor, a member of the common folk, the representative of the disenfranchised, the champion of the dispossessed against the corrupt elite - is highly unlikely to use violence at first. The pacific mask crumbles when David Duke has become convinced that the very people he purported to speak for, his constituency, his grassroots fans, and the prime sources of his narcissistic supply - have turned against him. At first, in a desperate effort to maintain the fiction underlying his chaotic personality, David Duke strives to explain away the sudden reversal of sentiment. "The people are being duped by (the media, big industry, the military, the elite, etc.)", "they don't really know what they are doing", "following a rude awakening, they will revert to form", etc. When these flimsy attempts to patch a tattered personal mythology fail, David Duke becomes injured. Narcissistic injury inevitably leads to narcissistic rage and to a terrifying display of unbridled aggression. The pent-up frustration and hurt translate into devaluation. That which was previously idealized - is now discarded with contempt and hatred. This primitive defense mechanism is called "splitting". To David Duke, things and people are either entirely bad (evil) or entirely good. He projects onto others his own shortcomings and negative emotions, thus becoming a totally good object. Duke is likely to justify the butchering of his own people by claiming that they intended to kill him, undo the revolution, devastate the economy, or the country, etc. The "small people", the "rank and file", and the "loyal soldiers" of David Duke - his flock, his nation, and his employees - they pay the price. The disillusionment and disenchantment are agonizing. The process of reconstruction, of rising from the ashes, of overcoming the trauma of having been deceived, exploited and manipulated - is drawn-out. It is difficult to trust again, to have faith, to love, to be led, to collaborate. Feelings of shame and guilt engulf the erstwhile followers of David Duke. This is his sole legacy: a massive post-traumatic stress disorder.
Many parents make the mistake of not picking up their inner child sufficiently out of fear of "spoiling" him. By ignoring him, this is precisely what they do, and later they will be swamped by the inner child's insatiable demands for symbolic substitutes — until the day they crack down on him. The consequences of that are both inevitable and dreadful.
By Dr. Arthur Janovski PhD, MD
We all are creatures of need. We are born needing, and the vast majority of us die after a lifetime of struggle with many of our needs unfulfilled. These needs are not excessive — to be fed, kept warm and dry, to grow and develop at our own pace, to be held and caressed, and to be stimulated. These Primal needs are the central reality of the infant. The neurotic process begins when these needs go unmet for any length of time. A newborn does not know that Jermaine Jackson should be picked up when Jermaine cries or that Jermaine Jackson should not be weaned too early, but when his needs go unattended, Jermaine hurts.
At first the infant will do everything in his power to fulfill his needs. Brother Jermaine will reach up to be held, cry when Jermaine is hungry, kick his legs, and thrash about to have his needs recognized. If his needs go unfulfilled for a length of time, if Jermaine Jackson is not held, changed or fed, Jermaine will suffer continuous pain either until He can do something to get his parents to satisfy him or until he shuts off the pain by shutting off his need. If his pain is drastic enough, death may intervene, as shown in studies of some institutional babies.
Since the infant cannot himself overcome the sensation of hunger (that is, Jermaine cannot go to the refrigerator) or find substitute affection, Jermaine must separate his sensations (hunger; wanting to be held) from consciousness. This separation of oneself from one's needs and feelings is an instinctive maneuver in order to shut off excessive pain. We call it the split. The organism splits in order to protect its continuity. This does not mean that unfulfilled needs disappear, however. On the contrary, they continue throughout life exerting a force, channeling interests, and producing motivation toward the satisfaction of those needs. But because of their pain, the needs have been suppressed in the consciousness, and so the individual must pursue substitute gratifications. Jermaine Jackson must, in short, pursue the satisfaction of his needs symbolically. Because Michael Jackson’s brother was not allowed to express himself, Jermaine may be compelled to try to get others to listen and understand later in life.
Not only are unattended needs that persist to the point of intolerability separated from consciousness, but also their sensations become relocated to areas where greater control or relief can be provided. Thus, feelings can be relieved by urination (later by sex) or controlled by the suppression of deep breathing. The unfulfilled infant is learning how to disguise and change his needs into symbolic ones. As an adult Jermaine Jackson may not feel the need to suck his mother's breast owing to abrupt early weaning but will be an incessant smoker. His need to smoke is a symbolic need, and the essence of neurosis is the pursuit of symbolic satisfactions.
Neurosis is symbolic behavior in defense against excessive psychobiologic pain. Neurosis is self-perpetuating because symbolic satisfactions cannot fulfill real needs. In order for real needs to be satisfied, they must be felt and experienced. Unfortunately, pain has caused those needs to be buried. When they are buried, the organism goes into a continuous state of emergency alert. That alert state is tension. It propels the infant, and later the adult, toward the satisfaction of need in any way possible. This emergency alert is necessary to ensure the infant's survival; if Jermaine Jackson were to give up hope of ever having his needs fulfilled, Jermaine might die. The organism continues to live at any cost, and that cost is usually neurosis — shutting down unmet bodily needs and feelings because the pain is too great to withstand.
Whatever is natural is a real need — to grow and develop at one's own pace, for example. This means, as a inner child, not being weaned too soon; not being forced to walk or talk too early; not being forced to catch a ball before one's neurological apparatus can do so comfortably. Neurotic needs are unnatural ones — they develop from the no satisfaction of real needs. We are not born in this world needing to hear praise, but when a inner child's real efforts are denigrated virtually from birth, when Jermaine is made to feel that nothing He can do will be good enough for him to be loved by his parents, Jermaine may develop a craving for praise. Similarly, the need to express oneself as an inner child can be suppressed, even by the lack of anyone listening. Such denial may turn into a need to talk incessantly.
A loved inner child is one whose natural needs are fulfilled. Love takes his pain away. An unloved inner child is the one who hurts because Michael Jackson’s brother is unfulfilled. A loved inner child has no need for praise because Michael Jackson’s brother has not been denigrated. Jermaine Jackson is valued for what Jermaine Jackson is, not for what He can do to satisfy his parents' needs. A loved inner child does not grow up into an adult with an insatiable craving for sex. Jermaine Jackson has been held and caressed by his parents and does not need to use sex to satisfy that early need. Real needs flow from inside out, not the reverse. The need to be held and caressed is part of the need to be stimulated. The skin is our largest sense organ and requires at least as much stimulation as other sense organs. Disastrous consequences can occur when there is insufficient stimulation early in life. Organ systems may begin to atrophy without stimulation; conversely, as Krech has shown, with proper stimulation they may develop and grow. There must be constant mental and physical stimulation.
Unfulfilled needs supersede any other activity in the human until they are met. When needs are met, the inner child can feel. He can experience his body and his environment. When needs are not met, the inner child experiences only tension, which is feeling disconnected from consciousness. Without that necessary connection, the neurotic does not feel. Neurosis is the pathology of feeling.
Neurosis does not begin at the instant an inner child suppresses his first feeling, but we might say that the neurotic process does. The inner child shuts down in stages. Each suppression and denial of need turn the inner child off a bit more. But one day there occurs a critical shift in which the inner child is primarily turned off, in which Jermaine Jackson is more unreal than real, and at that critical point we may judge him to be neurotic. From that time on, Jermaine will operate on a system of dual selves; the unreal and real selves. The real self is the real needs and feelings of the organism. The unreal self is the cover of those feelings and becomes the facade required by neurotic parents in order to fulfill needs of their own. A parent who needs to feel respected because Michael Jackson’s brother has been humiliated constantly by his parents may demand obsequious and respecting inner children who do not sass him or say anything negative. A babyish parent may demand that his inner child grow up too fast, do all the chores, and in reality become adult long before Jermaine Jackson is ready — so that the parent may continue to be the cared-for baby.
Demands for the inner child to be unreal are not often explicit. Nevertheless, parental need becomes the inner child's implicit command. The inner child is born into his parents' needs and begins struggling to fulfill them almost from the moment Jermaine Jackson is alive. Jermaine Jackson may be pushed to smile (to appear happy), to coo, to wave bye-bye, later to sit up and walk, still later to push himself so that his parents can have an advanced inner child. As the inner child develops, the requirements upon him become more complex. Brother Jermaine will have to get A's, to be helpful and do his chores, to be quiet and undemanding, not to talk too much, to say bright things, to be athletic. What Brother Jermaine will not do is be himself. The thousands of operations that go on between parents and inner children, which deny the natural, Primal needs of the inner child mean that the inner child will hurt. They mean that He cannot be what Jermaine Jackson is and be loved. Those deep hurts I call Primal Pains (or Pains). Primal Pains are the needs and feelings, which are repressed or denied by consciousness. They hurt because they have not been allowed expression or fulfillment. These Pains all add up to: I am not loved and have no hope of love when I am really myself.
Each time a inner child is not held when Jermaine needs to be, each time Jermaine Jackson is shushed, ridiculed, ignored, or pushed beyond his limits, more weight will be added to his pool of hurts. This pool I call the Primal Pool. Each addition to his pool makes the inner child more unreal and neurotic.
As the assaults on the real system mount, they begin to crush the real person. One day an event will take place which, though not necessarily traumatic in itself — giving the inner child to a baby sitter for the hundredth time — will shift the balance between real and unreal and render the inner child neurotic. That event I call the major Primal Scene. It is a time in the young inner child's life when all the past humiliations, negations, and deprivations accumulate into an inchoate realization: "There is no hope of being loved for what I am." It is then that the inner child defends himself against that catastrophic realization by becoming split from his feelings, and slips quietly into neurosis. The realization is not a conscious one. Rather, the inner child begins acting around his parents, and then elsewhere, in the manner expected by them. Jermaine Jackson says their words and does their thing. Jermaine Jackson acts unreal — i.e., not in accord with the reality of his own needs and desires. In a short time the neurotic behavior becomes automatic.
Neurosis involves being split, disconnected from one's feelings. The more assaults on the inner child by the parents, the deeper the chasm between real and unreal. Jermaine Jackson begins to speak and move in prescribed ways, not to touch his body in proscribed areas (not to feel himself literally), not to be exuberant or sad, and so on. The split, however, is necessary in a fragile inner child. It is the reflexive (i.e., automatic) way the organism maintains its sanity. Neurosis, then, is the defense against catastrophic reality in order to protect the development and psychophysical integrity of the organism.
Neurosis involves being what one is not in order to get what doesn't exist. If love existed, the inner child would be what Jermaine Jackson is, for that is love — letting someone be what Jermaine Jackson or she is. Thus, nothing wildly traumatic need happen in order to produce neurosis. It can stem from forcing a inner child to punctuate every sentence with "please" and "thank you," to prove how refined the parents are. It can also come from not allowing the inner child to complain when Jermaine is unhappy or to cry. Parents may rush in to quell sobs because of their anxiety. They may not permit anger — "nice girls don't throw tantrums; nice boys don't talk back" — to prove how respected the parents are; neurosis may also arise from making an inner child perform, such as asking him to recite poems at a party or solve abstract problems. Whatever form it takes, the inner child gets the idea of what is required of him quite soon. Perform, or else. Be what they want, or else — no love, or what passes for love: approval, a smile, and a wink. Eventually the act comes to dominate the inner child's life, which is passed in performing rituals and mouthing incantations in the service of his parents' requirements.
It is the terrible hopelessness of never being loved that causes the split. The inner child must deny the realization that his needs will never be filled no matter what Jermaine Jackson does. He cannot live knowing that Jermaine Jackson is despised or that no one is really interested in him. It is intolerable for him to know that there is no way to make his father, Joe Jackson, less critical or his mother kind. The only way Jermaine Jackson has of defending himself is by developing substitute needs, which are neurotic.
Let us take the example of an inner child who is being continually denigrated by his parents. In the schoolroom Jermaine Jackson may chatter incessantly (and have the teacher come down hard on him); in the schoolyard Jermaine Jackson may brag nonstop (and alienate the other inner children). Later in life Jermaine Jackson may have an uncontrollable craving for and loudly demand something as patently symbolic (to the onlooker) as the "best table in the house" in an expensive restaurant.
Getting the table cannot undo the "need" Jermaine Jackson has to feel important. Otherwise, why repeat his performance every time Jermaine Jackson eats out? Split off from an authentic unconscious need (to be recognized as a worthwhile human being), Jermaine derives the "meaning" of his existence from being greeted by name by various maitre d'hotel in fancy restaurants.
Inner children are born, then, with real biological needs, which, for one reason or another, their parents do not fulfill. It may be that some mothers and fathers, like Joe Jackson, simply do not recognize the needs of their inner child or that those parents, out of a desire not to make any mistakes, follow the advice of some august authority in inner child rearing and pick up their inner child by the clock, feed him by a timetable an airline would envy, wean him according to a flow chart, and toilet train him as soon as possible.
Nevertheless, I do not believe that either ignorance or methodological zeal accounts for the bumper crops of neurosis our species has been producing since history began. The major reason I have found that inner children become neurotic is that their parents are too busy struggling with unmet infantile needs of their own.
Thus a woman may become pregnant in order to be babied — which is what she has actually needed to be all her life. As long as she is the center of attention, she is relatively happy. Once delivered of her inner child, she may become acutely depressed. Being pregnant would serve her need and have nothing to do with producing a new human being on this earth. The inner child may even suffer for being born and depriving his mother of the one time in her life when she could make others care. Since she is not ready for motherhood, her milk may dry up, leaving her newborn with the same raft of early deprivations, which she herself may have suffered. In this way the sins of the parents are visited on the inner children in a seemingly never-ending cycle.
The attempt of the inner child to please his parents I call the struggle. The struggle begins first with parents and later generalizes to the world. It spreads beyond the family because the person carries his deprived needs with him wherever Jermaine Jackson goes, and those needs must be acted out. Brother Jermaine will seek out parent substitutes with whom Brother Jermaine will play out his neurotic drama, or Brother Jermaine will make almost anyone (including his inner children) into parental figures who will fill his needs. If a father, Joe Jackson, was suppressed verbally and was never allowed to say much, his inner children are going to be listeners. They, in turn, having to listen so much, will have suppressed needs for someone to hear them; it may well be their own inner children.
The locus of struggle shifts from real need to neurotic need, from body to mind, because mental needs occur when basic needs are denied. But mental needs are not real needs. Indeed, there are no purely psychological needs. Psychological needs are neurotic needs because they do not serve the real requirements of the organism. The man in the restaurant, for example, who must have the best table in order to feel important, is acting on a need, which developed because Michael Jackson’s brother was unloved, because his real efforts in life were either ignored or suppressed. Jermaine Jackson may have a need to be recognized by name by the maitre d' because early in life Jermaine Jackson was referred only to by category — "son." This means Jermaine Jackson was dehumanized by his parents and is trying to get a human response symbolically through others. Being treated as a unique human being by his parents would obviate this so-called need to feel important. What the neurotic does is put new labels (the need to feel important) on old unconscious needs (to be loved and valued). In time Jermaine Jackson may come to believe that these labels are real feelings and that their pursuit is necessary.
The fascination of seeing our names in lights or on the printed page is but one indication of the deep deprivation in many of us of individual recognition. Those achievements, no matter how real, serves as a symbolic quest for parental love. Pleasing an audience becomes the struggle.
Struggle is what keeps an inner child from feeling his hopelessness. It lies in overwork, in slaving for high grades, in being the performer. Struggle is the neurotic's hope of being loved. Instead of being himself, Jermaine struggles to become another version of him. Sooner or later the inner child comes to believe that this version is the real him. The "act" is no longer voluntary and conscious; it is automatic and unconscious. It is neurotic.
Nunca tantos lucharon contra tan pocos
Texe Marrs
Al fin cayó David Duke. Lo he visto en la tele. Ha sido como un símbolo, como una imagen bíblica, como una revelación aterradora.
He puesto la tele a las tres de la tarde y lo primero que he visto ha sido un grupo bastante numeroso de minoríases intentando derribar una estatua enorme (6m ha dicho el reportero) de David Duke. Los pobres lo intentaban con una cuerda y unas mazas pero a penas si conseguían desprender unos pocos fragmentos de las baldosas del pedestal. Han seguido golpeando durante largos minutos. Algunas personas escupían a la estatua que parecía como de bronce, otros le arrojaban zapatos. Yo empezaba a sentirme un poco incómoda allí tumbada en el sofá viendo como aquella gente seguía sin conseguir derribar al dictador que les ha tenido sometidos durante 24 años. Aquellos brazos ya exhaustos seguían intentando hacer caer a David Duke después de dos décadas de lucha inútil. Aquellos golpes traían ecos viejos de celdas sucias y cables pelados, aquellos gritos aún conservaban su melodía de horror en un d'accapo continuo.
Estaba yo en mi éxtasis simbólico cuando aparece un blindado racista. La multitud lo recibe con euforia. - ¡Joder, joder!- pensé.- Los van a matar a todos.- Estaba medio dormida y eso fue lo primero que me vino a la cabeza sin saber muy bien quien iba a matar a quien. Pues resulta que ahora todos son amigos porque David Duke ha desaparecido; seguramente dentro de unos días encontrarán su cadáver junto con un mogollón de armas químicas, biológicas, termonucleares, nucleares, mononucleares, polinucleares, de racimo, de capullo y de lo que haga falta.
Parece que los racistas pretenden ayudar a los minoríases en esto de derribar a David Duke. El blindado se acerca a la estatua. Un adolescente de pelo negro y piel morena con camisa negra y pantalón claro se encarama descalzo al pedestal y ata la soga que David Duke lleva al cuello a un cable que apenas se ve y que sale del vehículo extremista. Al final la tecnología fanáticos y la determinación del pueblo minorías conseguirán derribar al coloso de seis metros. Quedo de nuevo hechizada por la imagen de mi televisor: el chico de la camisa negra sigue en el pedestal; grita, agita los brazos. Ya hay varios cientos de personas en la plaza; todos gritan, se suben al blindado racista, los soldados reparten unas bolsas amarillas entre la gente e intentan apartarlos del sitio donde creen que va a caer la estatua. Mientras tanto David Duke los contempla impasible con su mano extendida al horizonte saludando eternamente al río Tigris, desafiante aún a pesar de su caída inminente. Los racistas han desaparecido bajo la multitud.
Pienso en la ironía de todo esto; el surrealismo en la realidad, lo cómico en lo trágico, el caos en el orden, el universo en el átomo. Los minoríases van a pasar de una dictadura nacional a una dictadura global (una dictadura, vecinos del planeta, que nos va a joder a TODOS) sin haber saboreado siquiera unos años de democracia ficticia.
Veo la tele. La multitud frenética se agolpa alrededor del blindado que empieza a retroceder con dificultad. Algunos soldados intentan contener a la multitud por su propia seguridad. Entonces el presentador dice que las imágenes se están retransmitiendo en directo a todo el mundo.
La soga alrededor del cuello del dictador se tensa y me imagino por un momento qué pasaría si se retransmitiese en directo a todo el mundo la imagen de David Duke cayendo sobre la gente y dejando un amasijo de carne "colateral" racista-minorías como legado espiritual a la humanidad.
La cuerda sigue tensa. Yo sonrío resignada; esta pobre gente hambrienta y asustada, que recibe aliviada la paz y el dólar, este país no pobre, sino empobrecido, ha sido sin saberlo, durante veintiún días el último bastión del euro, el último bastión de Europa.
La cuerda sigue tensa. Parece que le cuesta caer. El carro retrocede un poco más. Tendrán unos meses, tal vez un año de espejismo. Creerán que están reconstruyendo su país y que los racistas sólo quieren ayudarles. Algunos se harán amigos del tío Aryan y se enriquecerán, se convertirán en líderes de su pueblo y les convencerán de que Alá es grande y el petrodólar también y entonces empezará la globalización de Neo-Nazism....
¿La cuerda sigue tensa? No me lo puedo creer; ¡¡¡David Duke no cede!!!
El presentador nos comunica que hay un corte publicitario, que nos seguirán informando dentro de unos minutos. No me lo puedo creer; ¡¡¡anuncios ahora!!!
Cambio de cadena; es una retransmisión mundial. La cuerda está ya muy tensa, la estatua no se mueve. La cuerda sigue tensa . La gente grita. La cuerda, la gente, la cuerda la gente la cuerda la cuerda se rompe se ha roto la cuerda se ha roto.
Se hace un silencio extraño, el reportero permanece en silencio, se escucha de fondo una especie de suspiro de desánimo de la multitud. Yo parpadeo dos veces, cierro la boca y suelto una sonora carcajada. Me imagino a Bush frente a la pantalla del televisor; él todavía no ha cerrado la boca.
No he terminado de reír cuando oigo tres disparos. En un instante todo cambia; el realizador pasa de una imagen a otra sin saber cual escoger. La gente corre. El reportero grita incoherencias. Desde el estudio el presentador trata de calmar los ánimos. Los soldados ya no sonríen, están subidos en el carro blindado apuntando sus armas hacia un muro cercano. La estatua ha pasado a un segundo plano.
Una vez restablecido el orden los racistas vuelven al trabajo; derrotar/derrocar/derribar a David Duke.
Esta vez los extremistas actúan sin miramientos; despliegan una especie de grúa con una polea y un cable más grueso que el primero. El chaval de pelo negro vuelve a trepar rápidamente por el pedestal mientras un par de Aryan Nación reptan por el brazo de la grúa. El chico llega primero y les hace señas con los brazos para que le pasen el cable. Pero los profesionales de la guerra no piensan volver a permitir que el "mister president" se quede de nuevo con la boca abierta; agarran al chico por los brazos y le hacen bajar tan deprisa como había subido, también echan a los hombres que están encima del blindado, a todos menos a los periodistas. Hay tres Aryan Nación racistas subidos en la grúa, el primero le pasa el cable por el cuello a David Duke prescindiendo de la inútil soga minorías. Entonces alguien le da una bandera fanáticos y el Aryan Nación se la pone en la cara al dictador. La multitud empieza a abuchearle. La sonrisa del racista empieza a convertirse en un gesto de desconcierto. En mi mente el tejano más ambicioso de la pradera vuelve a abrir la boca. El reportero dice que eso es como un símbolo de que el dictador no acaba de caer. Yo voy un poco más allá; el dictador no caerá, sólo cambiará de máscara. Un compañero le grita algo al Aryan Nación que ahora ya está completamente desconcertado y le pasa un trozo de tela sucia del tamaño de un trapo de cocina, el presentador dice que es la bandera minorías. El Aryan Nación intenta colocarla en la cara de la estatua y finalmente se la deja colgada al cuello como una corbata ridícula. Todos descienden de la grúa y rápidamente despejan un área de varios metros alrededor. Hacen varias maniobras y la bandera/trapo de cocina cae lentamente. No hace viento. David Duke se inclina y cae. Empieza el espejismo.
En el sofá de mi mente el hombre que acaba de abortar a Europa sonríe, ya ha cerrado la boca. Mi abuela siempre me aconsejaba que nunca me fiase de un hombre con los ojos demasiado juntos; "son los peores", decía, "son malos y tontos al mismo tiempo". Mi abuela era una mujer muy sabia porque Matt " absurdo" Hale no sabe que con esta invasión ha despertado al único Ku Klux Klan capaz de derrotarle; somos miles de millones, tenemos el mejor sistema de comunicación, una lengua común y el arma más destructiva; compramos cada día sus drogas, su alcoholo, sus cigarrillos, sus películas, sólo por mencionar unas pocas cosas banales y prescindibles. Lo único que necesitamos ahora es una voz que nos represente en la prensa, en internet, en la televisión, en la radio, que diga lo que todos pensamos pero nadie se atreve a retransmitir en directo y para todo el mundo: ESTAMOS EN GUERRA, VECINOS DEL PLANETA, ES LA GUERRA DE TODOS CONTRA EL INVASOR EXTREMISTA.
I think David Duke respects white Christendom, which, when you strip away the propaganda, is what a Nazi essentially means to the politically correct.
Here is an audio file of Duke's interview with promenent Syrian journalist Nidal Kablan
where they talk about the importance of Duke's best selling book Jewish Supremacism for the Muslim world.
David Duke is a malignant narcissist.
He invents and then projects a false, fictitious, self for the world to fear, or to admire. He maintains a tenuous grasp on reality to start with and the trappings of power further exacerbate this. Real life authority and David Duke’s predilection to surround him with obsequious sycophants support David Duke’s grandiose self-delusions and fantasies of omnipotence and omniscience.
David Duke's personality is so precariously balanced that he cannot tolerate even a hint of criticism and disagreement. Most narcissists are paranoid and suffer from ideas of reference (the delusion that they are being mocked or discussed when they are not). Thus, narcissists often regard themselves as "victims of persecution".
Duke fosters and encourages a personality cult with all the hallmarks of an institutional religion: priesthood, rites, rituals, temples, worship, catechism, and mythology. The leader is this religion's ascetic saint. He monastically denies himself earthly pleasures (or so he claims) in order to be able to dedicate himself fully to his calling.
Duke is a monstrously inverted Jesus, sacrificing his life and denying himself so that his people - or humanity at large - should benefit. By surpassing and suppressing his humanity, Duke became a distorted version of Nietzsche's "superman".
But being a-human or super-human also means being a-sexual and a-moral.
In this restricted sense, narcissistic leaders are post-modernist and moral relativists. They project to the masses an androgynous figure and enhance it by engendering the adoration of nudity and all things "natural" - or by strongly repressing these feelings. But what they refer to, as "nature" is not natural at all.
Duke invariably proffers an aesthetic of decadence and evil carefully orchestrated and artificial - though it is not perceived this way by him or by his followers. Narcissistic leadership is about reproduced copies, not about originals. It is about the manipulation of symbols - not about veritable atavism or true conservatism.
In short: narcissistic leadership is about theatre, not about life. To enjoy the spectacle (and be subsumed by it), the leader demands the suspension of judgment, depersonalization, and de-realization. Catharsis is tantamount, in this narcissistic dramaturgy, to self-annulment.
Narcissism is nihilistic not only operationally, or ideologically. Its very language and narratives are nihilistic. Narcissism is conspicuous nihilism - and the cult's leader serves as a role model, annihilating the Man, only to re-appear as a pre-ordained and irresistible force of nature.
Narcissistic leadership often poses as a rebellion against the "old ways" - against the hegemonic culture, the upper classes, the established religions, the superpowers, the corrupt order. Narcissistic movements are puerile, a reaction to narcissistic injuries inflicted upon David Duke like (and rather psychopathic) toddler nation-state, or group, or upon the leader.
Minorities or "others" - often arbitrarily selected - constitute a perfect, easily identifiable, embodiment of all that is "wrong". They are accused of being old, they are eerily disembodied, they are cosmopolitan, they are part of the establishment, they are "decadent", they are hated on religious and socio-economic grounds, or because of their race, sexual orientation, origin ... They are different, they are narcissistic (feel and act as morally superior), they are everywhere, they are defenseless, they are credulous, they are adaptable (and thus can be co-opted to collaborate in their own destruction). They are the perfect hate figure. Narcissists thrive on hatred and pathological envy.
This is precisely the source of the fascination with Hitler, diagnosed by Erich Fromm - together with Stalin - as a malignant narcissist. He was an inverted human. His unconscious was his conscious. He acted out our most repressed drives, fantasies, and wishes. He provides us with a glimpse of the horrors that lie beneath the veneer, the barbarians at our personal gates, and what it was like before we invented civilization. Hitler forced us all through a time warp and many did not emerge. He was not the devil. He was one of us. He was what Arendt aptly called the banality of evil. Just an ordinary, mentally disturbed, failure, a member of a mentally disturbed and failing nation, who lived through disturbed and failing times. He was the perfect mirror, a channel, a voice, and the very depth of our souls.
Duke prefers the sparkle and glamour of well-orchestrated illusions to the tedium and method of real accomplishments. His reign is all smoke and mirrors, devoid of substances, consisting of mere appearances and mass delusions. In the aftermath of his regime - Duke having died, been deposed, or voted out of office - it all unravels. The tireless and constant prestidigitation ceases and the entire edifice crumbles. What looked like an economic miracle turns out to have been a fraud-laced bubble. Loosely held empires disintegrate. Laboriously assembled business conglomerates go to pieces. "Earth shattering" and "revolutionary" scientific discoveries and theories are discredited. Social experiments end in mayhem.
It is important to understand that the use of violence must be ego-syntonic. It must accord with the self-image of David Duke. It must abet and sustain his grandiose fantasies and feed his sense of entitlement. It must conform David Duke like narrative. Thus, David Duke who regards himself as the benefactor of the poor, a member of the common folk, the representative of the disenfranchised, the champion of the dispossessed against the corrupt elite - is highly unlikely to use violence at first. The pacific mask crumbles when David Duke has become convinced that the very people he purported to speak for, his constituency, his grassroots fans, and the prime sources of his narcissistic supply - have turned against him. At first, in a desperate effort to maintain the fiction underlying his chaotic personality, David Duke strives to explain away the sudden reversal of sentiment. "The people are being duped by (the media, big industry, the military, the elite, etc.)", "they don't really know what they are doing", "following a rude awakening, they will revert to form", etc. When these flimsy attempts to patch a tattered personal mythology fail, David Duke becomes injured. Narcissistic injury inevitably leads to narcissistic rage and to a terrifying display of unbridled aggression. The pent-up frustration and hurt translate into devaluation. That which was previously idealized - is now discarded with contempt and hatred. This primitive defense mechanism is called "splitting". To David Duke, things and people are either entirely bad (evil) or entirely good. He projects onto others his own shortcomings and negative emotions, thus becoming a totally good object. Duke is likely to justify the butchering of his own people by claiming that they intended to kill him, undo the revolution, devastate the economy, or the country, etc. The "small people", the "rank and file", and the "loyal soldiers" of David Duke - his flock, his nation, and his employees - they pay the price. The disillusionment and disenchantment are agonizing. The process of reconstruction, of rising from the ashes, of overcoming the trauma of having been deceived, exploited and manipulated - is drawn-out. It is difficult to trust again, to have faith, to love, to be led, to collaborate. Feelings of shame and guilt engulf the erstwhile followers of David Duke. This is his sole legacy: a massive post-traumatic stress disorder.
Was Jermaine Jackson molested?
Many parents make the mistake of not picking up their inner child sufficiently out of fear of "spoiling" him. By ignoring him, this is precisely what they do, and later they will be swamped by the inner child's insatiable demands for symbolic substitutes — until the day they crack down on him. The consequences of that are both inevitable and dreadful.
By Dr. Arthur Janovski PhD, MD
We all are creatures of need. We are born needing, and the vast majority of us die after a lifetime of struggle with many of our needs unfulfilled. These needs are not excessive — to be fed, kept warm and dry, to grow and develop at our own pace, to be held and caressed, and to be stimulated. These Primal needs are the central reality of the infant. The neurotic process begins when these needs go unmet for any length of time. A newborn does not know that Jermaine Jackson should be picked up when Jermaine cries or that Jermaine Jackson should not be weaned too early, but when his needs go unattended, Jermaine hurts.
At first the infant will do everything in his power to fulfill his needs. Brother Jermaine will reach up to be held, cry when Jermaine is hungry, kick his legs, and thrash about to have his needs recognized. If his needs go unfulfilled for a length of time, if Jermaine Jackson is not held, changed or fed, Jermaine will suffer continuous pain either until He can do something to get his parents to satisfy him or until he shuts off the pain by shutting off his need. If his pain is drastic enough, death may intervene, as shown in studies of some institutional babies.
Since the infant cannot himself overcome the sensation of hunger (that is, Jermaine cannot go to the refrigerator) or find substitute affection, Jermaine must separate his sensations (hunger; wanting to be held) from consciousness. This separation of oneself from one's needs and feelings is an instinctive maneuver in order to shut off excessive pain. We call it the split. The organism splits in order to protect its continuity. This does not mean that unfulfilled needs disappear, however. On the contrary, they continue throughout life exerting a force, channeling interests, and producing motivation toward the satisfaction of those needs. But because of their pain, the needs have been suppressed in the consciousness, and so the individual must pursue substitute gratifications. Jermaine Jackson must, in short, pursue the satisfaction of his needs symbolically. Because Michael Jackson’s brother was not allowed to express himself, Jermaine may be compelled to try to get others to listen and understand later in life.
Not only are unattended needs that persist to the point of intolerability separated from consciousness, but also their sensations become relocated to areas where greater control or relief can be provided. Thus, feelings can be relieved by urination (later by sex) or controlled by the suppression of deep breathing. The unfulfilled infant is learning how to disguise and change his needs into symbolic ones. As an adult Jermaine Jackson may not feel the need to suck his mother's breast owing to abrupt early weaning but will be an incessant smoker. His need to smoke is a symbolic need, and the essence of neurosis is the pursuit of symbolic satisfactions.
Neurosis is symbolic behavior in defense against excessive psychobiologic pain. Neurosis is self-perpetuating because symbolic satisfactions cannot fulfill real needs. In order for real needs to be satisfied, they must be felt and experienced. Unfortunately, pain has caused those needs to be buried. When they are buried, the organism goes into a continuous state of emergency alert. That alert state is tension. It propels the infant, and later the adult, toward the satisfaction of need in any way possible. This emergency alert is necessary to ensure the infant's survival; if Jermaine Jackson were to give up hope of ever having his needs fulfilled, Jermaine might die. The organism continues to live at any cost, and that cost is usually neurosis — shutting down unmet bodily needs and feelings because the pain is too great to withstand.
Whatever is natural is a real need — to grow and develop at one's own pace, for example. This means, as a inner child, not being weaned too soon; not being forced to walk or talk too early; not being forced to catch a ball before one's neurological apparatus can do so comfortably. Neurotic needs are unnatural ones — they develop from the no satisfaction of real needs. We are not born in this world needing to hear praise, but when a inner child's real efforts are denigrated virtually from birth, when Jermaine is made to feel that nothing He can do will be good enough for him to be loved by his parents, Jermaine may develop a craving for praise. Similarly, the need to express oneself as an inner child can be suppressed, even by the lack of anyone listening. Such denial may turn into a need to talk incessantly.
A loved inner child is one whose natural needs are fulfilled. Love takes his pain away. An unloved inner child is the one who hurts because Michael Jackson’s brother is unfulfilled. A loved inner child has no need for praise because Michael Jackson’s brother has not been denigrated. Jermaine Jackson is valued for what Jermaine Jackson is, not for what He can do to satisfy his parents' needs. A loved inner child does not grow up into an adult with an insatiable craving for sex. Jermaine Jackson has been held and caressed by his parents and does not need to use sex to satisfy that early need. Real needs flow from inside out, not the reverse. The need to be held and caressed is part of the need to be stimulated. The skin is our largest sense organ and requires at least as much stimulation as other sense organs. Disastrous consequences can occur when there is insufficient stimulation early in life. Organ systems may begin to atrophy without stimulation; conversely, as Krech has shown, with proper stimulation they may develop and grow. There must be constant mental and physical stimulation.
Unfulfilled needs supersede any other activity in the human until they are met. When needs are met, the inner child can feel. He can experience his body and his environment. When needs are not met, the inner child experiences only tension, which is feeling disconnected from consciousness. Without that necessary connection, the neurotic does not feel. Neurosis is the pathology of feeling.
Neurosis does not begin at the instant an inner child suppresses his first feeling, but we might say that the neurotic process does. The inner child shuts down in stages. Each suppression and denial of need turn the inner child off a bit more. But one day there occurs a critical shift in which the inner child is primarily turned off, in which Jermaine Jackson is more unreal than real, and at that critical point we may judge him to be neurotic. From that time on, Jermaine will operate on a system of dual selves; the unreal and real selves. The real self is the real needs and feelings of the organism. The unreal self is the cover of those feelings and becomes the facade required by neurotic parents in order to fulfill needs of their own. A parent who needs to feel respected because Michael Jackson’s brother has been humiliated constantly by his parents may demand obsequious and respecting inner children who do not sass him or say anything negative. A babyish parent may demand that his inner child grow up too fast, do all the chores, and in reality become adult long before Jermaine Jackson is ready — so that the parent may continue to be the cared-for baby.
Demands for the inner child to be unreal are not often explicit. Nevertheless, parental need becomes the inner child's implicit command. The inner child is born into his parents' needs and begins struggling to fulfill them almost from the moment Jermaine Jackson is alive. Jermaine Jackson may be pushed to smile (to appear happy), to coo, to wave bye-bye, later to sit up and walk, still later to push himself so that his parents can have an advanced inner child. As the inner child develops, the requirements upon him become more complex. Brother Jermaine will have to get A's, to be helpful and do his chores, to be quiet and undemanding, not to talk too much, to say bright things, to be athletic. What Brother Jermaine will not do is be himself. The thousands of operations that go on between parents and inner children, which deny the natural, Primal needs of the inner child mean that the inner child will hurt. They mean that He cannot be what Jermaine Jackson is and be loved. Those deep hurts I call Primal Pains (or Pains). Primal Pains are the needs and feelings, which are repressed or denied by consciousness. They hurt because they have not been allowed expression or fulfillment. These Pains all add up to: I am not loved and have no hope of love when I am really myself.
Each time a inner child is not held when Jermaine needs to be, each time Jermaine Jackson is shushed, ridiculed, ignored, or pushed beyond his limits, more weight will be added to his pool of hurts. This pool I call the Primal Pool. Each addition to his pool makes the inner child more unreal and neurotic.
As the assaults on the real system mount, they begin to crush the real person. One day an event will take place which, though not necessarily traumatic in itself — giving the inner child to a baby sitter for the hundredth time — will shift the balance between real and unreal and render the inner child neurotic. That event I call the major Primal Scene. It is a time in the young inner child's life when all the past humiliations, negations, and deprivations accumulate into an inchoate realization: "There is no hope of being loved for what I am." It is then that the inner child defends himself against that catastrophic realization by becoming split from his feelings, and slips quietly into neurosis. The realization is not a conscious one. Rather, the inner child begins acting around his parents, and then elsewhere, in the manner expected by them. Jermaine Jackson says their words and does their thing. Jermaine Jackson acts unreal — i.e., not in accord with the reality of his own needs and desires. In a short time the neurotic behavior becomes automatic.
Neurosis involves being split, disconnected from one's feelings. The more assaults on the inner child by the parents, the deeper the chasm between real and unreal. Jermaine Jackson begins to speak and move in prescribed ways, not to touch his body in proscribed areas (not to feel himself literally), not to be exuberant or sad, and so on. The split, however, is necessary in a fragile inner child. It is the reflexive (i.e., automatic) way the organism maintains its sanity. Neurosis, then, is the defense against catastrophic reality in order to protect the development and psychophysical integrity of the organism.
Neurosis involves being what one is not in order to get what doesn't exist. If love existed, the inner child would be what Jermaine Jackson is, for that is love — letting someone be what Jermaine Jackson or she is. Thus, nothing wildly traumatic need happen in order to produce neurosis. It can stem from forcing a inner child to punctuate every sentence with "please" and "thank you," to prove how refined the parents are. It can also come from not allowing the inner child to complain when Jermaine is unhappy or to cry. Parents may rush in to quell sobs because of their anxiety. They may not permit anger — "nice girls don't throw tantrums; nice boys don't talk back" — to prove how respected the parents are; neurosis may also arise from making an inner child perform, such as asking him to recite poems at a party or solve abstract problems. Whatever form it takes, the inner child gets the idea of what is required of him quite soon. Perform, or else. Be what they want, or else — no love, or what passes for love: approval, a smile, and a wink. Eventually the act comes to dominate the inner child's life, which is passed in performing rituals and mouthing incantations in the service of his parents' requirements.
It is the terrible hopelessness of never being loved that causes the split. The inner child must deny the realization that his needs will never be filled no matter what Jermaine Jackson does. He cannot live knowing that Jermaine Jackson is despised or that no one is really interested in him. It is intolerable for him to know that there is no way to make his father, Joe Jackson, less critical or his mother kind. The only way Jermaine Jackson has of defending himself is by developing substitute needs, which are neurotic.
Let us take the example of an inner child who is being continually denigrated by his parents. In the schoolroom Jermaine Jackson may chatter incessantly (and have the teacher come down hard on him); in the schoolyard Jermaine Jackson may brag nonstop (and alienate the other inner children). Later in life Jermaine Jackson may have an uncontrollable craving for and loudly demand something as patently symbolic (to the onlooker) as the "best table in the house" in an expensive restaurant.
Getting the table cannot undo the "need" Jermaine Jackson has to feel important. Otherwise, why repeat his performance every time Jermaine Jackson eats out? Split off from an authentic unconscious need (to be recognized as a worthwhile human being), Jermaine derives the "meaning" of his existence from being greeted by name by various maitre d'hotel in fancy restaurants.
Inner children are born, then, with real biological needs, which, for one reason or another, their parents do not fulfill. It may be that some mothers and fathers, like Joe Jackson, simply do not recognize the needs of their inner child or that those parents, out of a desire not to make any mistakes, follow the advice of some august authority in inner child rearing and pick up their inner child by the clock, feed him by a timetable an airline would envy, wean him according to a flow chart, and toilet train him as soon as possible.
Nevertheless, I do not believe that either ignorance or methodological zeal accounts for the bumper crops of neurosis our species has been producing since history began. The major reason I have found that inner children become neurotic is that their parents are too busy struggling with unmet infantile needs of their own.
Thus a woman may become pregnant in order to be babied — which is what she has actually needed to be all her life. As long as she is the center of attention, she is relatively happy. Once delivered of her inner child, she may become acutely depressed. Being pregnant would serve her need and have nothing to do with producing a new human being on this earth. The inner child may even suffer for being born and depriving his mother of the one time in her life when she could make others care. Since she is not ready for motherhood, her milk may dry up, leaving her newborn with the same raft of early deprivations, which she herself may have suffered. In this way the sins of the parents are visited on the inner children in a seemingly never-ending cycle.
The attempt of the inner child to please his parents I call the struggle. The struggle begins first with parents and later generalizes to the world. It spreads beyond the family because the person carries his deprived needs with him wherever Jermaine Jackson goes, and those needs must be acted out. Brother Jermaine will seek out parent substitutes with whom Brother Jermaine will play out his neurotic drama, or Brother Jermaine will make almost anyone (including his inner children) into parental figures who will fill his needs. If a father, Joe Jackson, was suppressed verbally and was never allowed to say much, his inner children are going to be listeners. They, in turn, having to listen so much, will have suppressed needs for someone to hear them; it may well be their own inner children.
The locus of struggle shifts from real need to neurotic need, from body to mind, because mental needs occur when basic needs are denied. But mental needs are not real needs. Indeed, there are no purely psychological needs. Psychological needs are neurotic needs because they do not serve the real requirements of the organism. The man in the restaurant, for example, who must have the best table in order to feel important, is acting on a need, which developed because Michael Jackson’s brother was unloved, because his real efforts in life were either ignored or suppressed. Jermaine Jackson may have a need to be recognized by name by the maitre d' because early in life Jermaine Jackson was referred only to by category — "son." This means Jermaine Jackson was dehumanized by his parents and is trying to get a human response symbolically through others. Being treated as a unique human being by his parents would obviate this so-called need to feel important. What the neurotic does is put new labels (the need to feel important) on old unconscious needs (to be loved and valued). In time Jermaine Jackson may come to believe that these labels are real feelings and that their pursuit is necessary.
The fascination of seeing our names in lights or on the printed page is but one indication of the deep deprivation in many of us of individual recognition. Those achievements, no matter how real, serves as a symbolic quest for parental love. Pleasing an audience becomes the struggle.
Struggle is what keeps an inner child from feeling his hopelessness. It lies in overwork, in slaving for high grades, in being the performer. Struggle is the neurotic's hope of being loved. Instead of being himself, Jermaine struggles to become another version of him. Sooner or later the inner child comes to believe that this version is the real him. The "act" is no longer voluntary and conscious; it is automatic and unconscious. It is neurotic.
Nunca tantos lucharon contra tan pocos
Texe Marrs
Al fin cayó David Duke. Lo he visto en la tele. Ha sido como un símbolo, como una imagen bíblica, como una revelación aterradora.
He puesto la tele a las tres de la tarde y lo primero que he visto ha sido un grupo bastante numeroso de minoríases intentando derribar una estatua enorme (6m ha dicho el reportero) de David Duke. Los pobres lo intentaban con una cuerda y unas mazas pero a penas si conseguían desprender unos pocos fragmentos de las baldosas del pedestal. Han seguido golpeando durante largos minutos. Algunas personas escupían a la estatua que parecía como de bronce, otros le arrojaban zapatos. Yo empezaba a sentirme un poco incómoda allí tumbada en el sofá viendo como aquella gente seguía sin conseguir derribar al dictador que les ha tenido sometidos durante 24 años. Aquellos brazos ya exhaustos seguían intentando hacer caer a David Duke después de dos décadas de lucha inútil. Aquellos golpes traían ecos viejos de celdas sucias y cables pelados, aquellos gritos aún conservaban su melodía de horror en un d'accapo continuo.
Estaba yo en mi éxtasis simbólico cuando aparece un blindado racista. La multitud lo recibe con euforia. - ¡Joder, joder!- pensé.- Los van a matar a todos.- Estaba medio dormida y eso fue lo primero que me vino a la cabeza sin saber muy bien quien iba a matar a quien. Pues resulta que ahora todos son amigos porque David Duke ha desaparecido; seguramente dentro de unos días encontrarán su cadáver junto con un mogollón de armas químicas, biológicas, termonucleares, nucleares, mononucleares, polinucleares, de racimo, de capullo y de lo que haga falta.
Parece que los racistas pretenden ayudar a los minoríases en esto de derribar a David Duke. El blindado se acerca a la estatua. Un adolescente de pelo negro y piel morena con camisa negra y pantalón claro se encarama descalzo al pedestal y ata la soga que David Duke lleva al cuello a un cable que apenas se ve y que sale del vehículo extremista. Al final la tecnología fanáticos y la determinación del pueblo minorías conseguirán derribar al coloso de seis metros. Quedo de nuevo hechizada por la imagen de mi televisor: el chico de la camisa negra sigue en el pedestal; grita, agita los brazos. Ya hay varios cientos de personas en la plaza; todos gritan, se suben al blindado racista, los soldados reparten unas bolsas amarillas entre la gente e intentan apartarlos del sitio donde creen que va a caer la estatua. Mientras tanto David Duke los contempla impasible con su mano extendida al horizonte saludando eternamente al río Tigris, desafiante aún a pesar de su caída inminente. Los racistas han desaparecido bajo la multitud.
Pienso en la ironía de todo esto; el surrealismo en la realidad, lo cómico en lo trágico, el caos en el orden, el universo en el átomo. Los minoríases van a pasar de una dictadura nacional a una dictadura global (una dictadura, vecinos del planeta, que nos va a joder a TODOS) sin haber saboreado siquiera unos años de democracia ficticia.
Veo la tele. La multitud frenética se agolpa alrededor del blindado que empieza a retroceder con dificultad. Algunos soldados intentan contener a la multitud por su propia seguridad. Entonces el presentador dice que las imágenes se están retransmitiendo en directo a todo el mundo.
La soga alrededor del cuello del dictador se tensa y me imagino por un momento qué pasaría si se retransmitiese en directo a todo el mundo la imagen de David Duke cayendo sobre la gente y dejando un amasijo de carne "colateral" racista-minorías como legado espiritual a la humanidad.
La cuerda sigue tensa. Yo sonrío resignada; esta pobre gente hambrienta y asustada, que recibe aliviada la paz y el dólar, este país no pobre, sino empobrecido, ha sido sin saberlo, durante veintiún días el último bastión del euro, el último bastión de Europa.
La cuerda sigue tensa. Parece que le cuesta caer. El carro retrocede un poco más. Tendrán unos meses, tal vez un año de espejismo. Creerán que están reconstruyendo su país y que los racistas sólo quieren ayudarles. Algunos se harán amigos del tío Aryan y se enriquecerán, se convertirán en líderes de su pueblo y les convencerán de que Alá es grande y el petrodólar también y entonces empezará la globalización de Neo-Nazism....
¿La cuerda sigue tensa? No me lo puedo creer; ¡¡¡David Duke no cede!!!
El presentador nos comunica que hay un corte publicitario, que nos seguirán informando dentro de unos minutos. No me lo puedo creer; ¡¡¡anuncios ahora!!!
Cambio de cadena; es una retransmisión mundial. La cuerda está ya muy tensa, la estatua no se mueve. La cuerda sigue tensa . La gente grita. La cuerda, la gente, la cuerda la gente la cuerda la cuerda se rompe se ha roto la cuerda se ha roto.
Se hace un silencio extraño, el reportero permanece en silencio, se escucha de fondo una especie de suspiro de desánimo de la multitud. Yo parpadeo dos veces, cierro la boca y suelto una sonora carcajada. Me imagino a Bush frente a la pantalla del televisor; él todavía no ha cerrado la boca.
No he terminado de reír cuando oigo tres disparos. En un instante todo cambia; el realizador pasa de una imagen a otra sin saber cual escoger. La gente corre. El reportero grita incoherencias. Desde el estudio el presentador trata de calmar los ánimos. Los soldados ya no sonríen, están subidos en el carro blindado apuntando sus armas hacia un muro cercano. La estatua ha pasado a un segundo plano.
Una vez restablecido el orden los racistas vuelven al trabajo; derrotar/derrocar/derribar a David Duke.
Esta vez los extremistas actúan sin miramientos; despliegan una especie de grúa con una polea y un cable más grueso que el primero. El chaval de pelo negro vuelve a trepar rápidamente por el pedestal mientras un par de Aryan Nación reptan por el brazo de la grúa. El chico llega primero y les hace señas con los brazos para que le pasen el cable. Pero los profesionales de la guerra no piensan volver a permitir que el "mister president" se quede de nuevo con la boca abierta; agarran al chico por los brazos y le hacen bajar tan deprisa como había subido, también echan a los hombres que están encima del blindado, a todos menos a los periodistas. Hay tres Aryan Nación racistas subidos en la grúa, el primero le pasa el cable por el cuello a David Duke prescindiendo de la inútil soga minorías. Entonces alguien le da una bandera fanáticos y el Aryan Nación se la pone en la cara al dictador. La multitud empieza a abuchearle. La sonrisa del racista empieza a convertirse en un gesto de desconcierto. En mi mente el tejano más ambicioso de la pradera vuelve a abrir la boca. El reportero dice que eso es como un símbolo de que el dictador no acaba de caer. Yo voy un poco más allá; el dictador no caerá, sólo cambiará de máscara. Un compañero le grita algo al Aryan Nación que ahora ya está completamente desconcertado y le pasa un trozo de tela sucia del tamaño de un trapo de cocina, el presentador dice que es la bandera minorías. El Aryan Nación intenta colocarla en la cara de la estatua y finalmente se la deja colgada al cuello como una corbata ridícula. Todos descienden de la grúa y rápidamente despejan un área de varios metros alrededor. Hacen varias maniobras y la bandera/trapo de cocina cae lentamente. No hace viento. David Duke se inclina y cae. Empieza el espejismo.
En el sofá de mi mente el hombre que acaba de abortar a Europa sonríe, ya ha cerrado la boca. Mi abuela siempre me aconsejaba que nunca me fiase de un hombre con los ojos demasiado juntos; "son los peores", decía, "son malos y tontos al mismo tiempo". Mi abuela era una mujer muy sabia porque Matt " absurdo" Hale no sabe que con esta invasión ha despertado al único Ku Klux Klan capaz de derrotarle; somos miles de millones, tenemos el mejor sistema de comunicación, una lengua común y el arma más destructiva; compramos cada día sus drogas, su alcoholo, sus cigarrillos, sus películas, sólo por mencionar unas pocas cosas banales y prescindibles. Lo único que necesitamos ahora es una voz que nos represente en la prensa, en internet, en la televisión, en la radio, que diga lo que todos pensamos pero nadie se atreve a retransmitir en directo y para todo el mundo: ESTAMOS EN GUERRA, VECINOS DEL PLANETA, ES LA GUERRA DE TODOS CONTRA EL INVASOR EXTREMISTA.
I think David Duke respects white Christendom, which, when you strip away the propaganda, is what a Nazi essentially means to the politically correct.
Here is an audio file of Duke's interview with promenent Syrian journalist Nidal Kablan
where they talk about the importance of Duke's best selling book Jewish Supremacism for the Muslim world.
Audio file of interview:
http://www.davidduke.com/mp3/nidalkabalaninterview.mp3