Please note: Names and places have been purposely left out and faces removed to protect certain people’s identity due to the rabid, underhanded, and often immortal nature of our opposition.
General notes: From 1568–1648 the Dutch Protestants fought a long and bloody war against Spain for independence. The Southern quarter of the Dutch people were Catholics however and remained a part of the Spanish holdings after the Northern three fourths gained independence as the Netherlands. Spain then lumped this Catholic Dutch area with their French lowcountry holdings into the rather artificial country of Belgium. The French speaking Southern half of the country is called Wallonia and the Dutch speaking Northern half of the country is called Flanders. After World War II the Belgium government concerned that the dropping birthrate would cause a labour shortage contracted with the king of Morocco to import Moroccans to work in Belgium, most of them have never assimilated. This open border policy has continued with most of the immigrants coming from French West Africa. This has caused a dramatic shift in power away from the Dutch Flemish towards the French Walloons. Wallonia is heavily Left-Wing and continuously votes for Leftist-Socialist parties which transfer wealth from the hard-working Flemish to Wallonia where the unemployment rate is 20%. In spite of this the Walloons continue support more immigrants as this increases their voting power at the expensive of the Flemish. Brussels went from a majority Flemish city in 1950 to less than 10% Flemish as Flemish fled the third-world hordes, and Arabic has now replaced French as the language with the largest number of primary speakers in Brussels. The Flemish have remained solidly Right-Wing and in the last Flemish elections the Flemish Nationalist party, Vlaams Belang, running on a Flemish independence anti-immigration platform received 25% of the vote.
I flew into Brussels on Thursday, May 1st and from there I caught a northbound train to Antwerp. After the train left the third-world cesspool known as Brussels, I traveled through Flanders’ beautiful countryside; sheep grazed in small fields and the countryside was dotted by villages and small towns. The Flemish being a Dutch people most of their buildings and houses heavily reflect that fact. I arrived at Antwerp Central station after about an hour.
I caught a taxi to the hotel where I was to meet the two friends from America I would be spending the week with. None of us had realized it when booking the hotel, but the hotel was in the middle of the diamond district which was the Jewish quarter, and the sidewalks were filled funny tall hats, Yakamas, funny coats and shoes, and shaved heads with long curls hanging down past the ears; have you ever seen a Hassidic Jew riding a bicycle? It’s absolutely hilarious. I have less of a dislike of these Jews than the coat and tie variety since these Jews keep to themselves, however the whole thing was ironic nonetheless.
Here are some pictures of Antwerp from my 7th story balcony of my hotel room. Notice the older beautiful houses and churches and the newer ugly apartment and commercial buildings; we’re fairly certain that beautiful architecture was outlawed in Europe after 1945, probably something to do with the “Holocau$t”.
I arrived in Antwerp about 30 minutes before a big Vlaams Belang rally (the Flemish Nationalist Party and the people we were there to meet and hang out with) and so I jumped in a taxi and headed out. The taxi driver was surprised, to say the least, that an American knew anything about Flemish politics and, what’s more, cared. We talked about Vlaams Belang in some detail during the drive and he said he voted for them for 20 years until he got a Black girlfriend, race-traitor.
The Vlaams Belang several hundred people packed into the Hendrik Conscience Plaza honouring Hendrik Conscience a Flemish writer who in 1830 wrote a book called “The Lion of Flanders”, the book which started the Flemish Nationalist movement and is still it’s center point in some ways. The Lion of Flanders was Count Robert III who in 1302 led the Flemish army in a crushing victory against the French forces invading Flanders at the Battle of Golden Spurs, a sort of Flemish version of William Wallace. The rally was in Dutch and so even though I can’t understand what they were saying I could understand what they were talking about, crime, immigration, taxes, etc., because of the Germanic linguistic similarities. Some pictures from the edge of the rally:
After three speeches made by top Vlaams Belang leadership and then the Flemish nation anthem was sung. Afterwards the crowd broke into chants of “Vlaanderen voor Vlaams! Eigen Volk eerst!” (Flanders for Flemish! Our People first!)
By the time the last speaker ended my two American friends had arrived at the plaza and I got to meet the leader of the VBJ – the Vlaams Belang Youth. Youth in Europe can mean anyone 14 to 30 years old. Everyone from the rally was then directed towards a meeting hall where they could relax and socialize. The whole was very impressively organized; rented buses waited for the majority of the VB people, while the three Americans and the VBJ leader took his car to the meeting hall. The meeting hall itself was rented but the decorations were impressive too. Food, drinks, books, and stickers were available for sale around the edge of the room while tables filled the middle. This is what it looked like before the buses arrived:
We had a great time getting to meet many people from the Vlaams Belang and after most people left we got to pose with some flags and signs. Me holding a Vlaams Belang sign; I’m 6’2 for comparison purposes:
The three Americans headed back to our hotel for a quick nap then headed back out to meetup with the Vlaams Belang youth people again. We got sort of lost trying to find a store that sold Red Bull and ended up wandering around the Muslim ghetto singing Skrewdriver songs and tearing down Commie, Leftist-Socialist, and “Anti-Racism” stickers and posters for about twenty minutes, what fun.
When we finally made it to the meeting place, we were invited to join in on a meeting of the Antwerp “Nationalistische Studentenvereniging” or the Antwerp Nationalist Student Movement; notice that that “Student Movement” is one word in Dutch and can also be translated as “Fraternity”. The Vlaams Belang does a terrific job of getting people involved in the Nationalist movement at a very young age, there are Nationalist organizations for children as young as 4 or 5 and then all the way up to around 25 or 30 when you join the regular Vlaams Belang party structure. The NSV is the 18 to 25 or 30 organization, also in attendance were members of the NJSV which is the 14 to 18 organization.
The meeting took place in an old empty wine cellar under a bar in which tables and benches had been setup. There were about 40 people in attendance, 3 Americans, about 6 from the Antwerp NJSV, and the rest from the Antwerp NSV. About two thirds of the people in attendance were male and the other third female. This was a special night for the Antwerp NSV as they were inducting 8 new members and so the beer was free and flowed like water.
A word on fraternities; there are a number of similar student organizations, fraternities, in Flanders and, unlike in America, they’re typically and at least partially ideologically and politically based. Each fraternity has its own colours which they wear on their fraternity’s caps and sashes and sometimes shirts as well (similar to how people use colours to identify with their college football teams at games). The Antwerp NSV’s colours are black, white, and red; red and white are the colours of Antwerp and black is one of Flanders’ colours, and they also use yellow, the other of Flanders’ colours, occasionally as well. NSV chapters from other Flemish cities use different colours, we ran into some people from another NSV chapter wearing orange, white, and blue sashes. Of the fraternities in Flanders, only the NSV and the Catholic Studentenvereniging are Nationalist.
Most of the meeting, which lasted a good four to six hours, consisted of singing. Each member had a 600 page song book 12 inches by 8 inches. The songs consisted of many simply Flemish traditional as well as the more hardline Nationalist songs. The book contained songs mostly in Dutch, but some Afrikaans, French, German, and English too. The leader of the Antwerp NSV (who was no older than 22) would shout out a song title and the page number, then the 8 pledges, the new members being inducted, and the NJSV members would stand up and shout the title and page number back while everyone turned there. Then the NJSV and pledges remained standing and sung the first verse by themselves then sitting down and everyone else joining in the singing after that. As the night went on the leader mixed it up a little and would have other people sing the first verse by themselves once the NJSV and pledges had shouted the title and page number, sometimes by name and sometimes by group, “all girls standup and sing the first verse” sort of thing.
After several hours of drinking and Dutch songs, the leader asked us to sing an English song. After finding an English song in the songbook we knew, the 3 of us stood up and gave a rousing rendition of “The Drunken Sailor”, followed by “The Wild Rover” and “Loch Lomond”. They then asked us to sing “John Brown’s Body” which they didn’t realize was a Left-Wing song in America. They saw that we were less than enthusiastic in our singing, especially me the only Southerner there, and so they switched over to the American History X version of the song to which we heartily joined in.
Note: I was not allowed to take pictures of the NSV meeting.
After making back to our hotel at 4 AM, we didn’t get up the next day until late in the afternoon the next day. We got something to eat then headed over to the Flemish Nationalist Right-Wing bar called “De Leeuwvan Vlanderen” (Lion of Flanders) also known affectionately as “The Beast”. Here’s the bar and me in front of it:
When the call to save Western Civilization and crush Communism went out, they answered. A picture of the graves of the Flemish SS with the death rune (R.I.P).
We had a blast talking to the Vlaams Belang people hanging out there.
The next day another American who is living and studying in Germany arrived in Antwerp and joined us in our adventures. We met-up with some Vlaams Belang people to protest a “Legalize Drugs” rally. There were about 40-50 pro-drugs people, 15 cops, and 10 of us. As a guy with a flute pranced around drunkenly in front of the stage and several speakers read non-sensical poetry, “The sunbeam bounces off the café window and pierces my soul” LOL WTF? sort of stuff while hippies and Leftists milled around.
Then we arrived with a banner reading, “Drugs; out of our city, out of our neighborhoods”. We were accosted by hippies, some shouted “Fascist scum!” another one asked if “Vlaams Belang had run out of other cultures to pick on so now we had to pick on the hippies?”, and another shouted, “What’s your problem with Multiculturalism?” (all in Dutch of course). Ironically all of the Leftists were Flemish, while we had Americans, Spanish, and Flemish in our group and were thus were more “Multicultural” than they were. Also ironic, all the legalize drugs posters were in English.
Some of the hippies tried to plant marijuana plants in the public plaza and were promptly dragged off by the police, the police then confiscated all the legalize drugs literature and told everyone to leave. All in all a smashing success. Afterwards we went back over to the Lion of Flanders for more drinks.
The next day we were joined by a Dutch friend of one of the other three Americans and drove out to attend “A Night of Comradeship”. A lot of Nationalist groups were coming in to town for the big meeting the next day and this was an informal time to get to know each other before the conference. We had a traditional Flemish meal and then chatted with some of the groups present. We sat next to “Die Republikaner” a moderate Nationalist German party. They don’t like the NPD because they think the NPD is too “extreme”, and since we love the NPD this caused some friction between us. The other groups were much better and included; Vlaams Belang – Flemish Nationalists (of course), the youth wing of Pro Koln – local German Nationalists from Koln, Parti Breton (I think that’s the right name) - Brittany Nationalist Party, Lega Nord – the Northern Italian Nationalists, Democracia Nacional - Spanish Nationalists, Alsace d’abord - Alsace Nationalists, and our favorites (next to Vlaams Belang) the Magyar Guard – the Hungarian Nationalists.
They had two accordions and a singer and we sang English, French, and German songs.
Interspersed between the singing each group got 5 minutes to come up and tell a little about themselves and play a video. Most groups were like this is who are and this is what we’re doing, well the Hungarians, the Magyar Guard, did that and then showed us a video of when the far-Left government tried to shut down one of their rallies and they rioted in the streets. In response the Hungarian Nationalists broke into a museum and stole a Soviet tanks and drove it through the streets. These guys are hardcore and totally awesome. We took the Hungarians back to the Lion of Flanders bar afterwards with us and one of the leaders of the Magyar Guard told us, “We don’t need losers, we need streetfighters!” I love those guys. All of us got personal invitations to attend the annual Hungarian traditionalist/nationalist festival; I know where I want to go next summer.
On Sunday the Conference finally arrived, The Day of Conservative European Youth, and we meet in a large hotel hall where all the groups setup tables with merchandise and we all milled around talking and buying.
This is the Vlaams Belang table, notice the black, white, and red sashes of the Antwerp NSV and the black, white, and yellow sashes of the Antwerp NJSV. Voorpost is a Dutch/Flemish organization which advocates the union of the Netherlands and Flanders:
Here’s the American table, we passed out copies of the American Conservative and Chronicles and sold Pat Buchanan’s Death of the West and Sam Francis’s Shots Fired with the Gadsden Flag hanging from our table:
The Vlaams Belang brought in a very good Flemish band, whom, I’m told by our Dutch speaking American, made several references to “s—t languages like Moroccan and English”, I laughed.
A couple people from the BNP arrived at the conference and we had a long chat about their very recent electoral victories. The English local council elections were on May 1st and the BNP lost 2 seats and won 13 seats for a net gain of 11 seats. The mayor of Roterham, a English town, loudly proclaimed before the election that no BNP “racists” would ever win seats in his council, not only did the BNP win 2 seats in his council – they won HIS seat. The BNP got 6% of the total London which is great considering London is 40% is non-White.
After the conference we went out to eat with supper the Bretons, Spanish, Northern Italians, and Hungarians. After the meal I went back to the hotel because I wasn’t feeling well, but the rest of the Americans, Hungarians, and Northern Italians went to a bar. The Lion of Flanders was closed so this was just an average bar with a few dozen normal 40 and 50 year old Flemish. While they were there a guy walked in with short shorts and stockings, one of the Italians said “Homo! This is a Homo Bar!” (he wasn’t and it wasn’t of course), another Italians pulled out a knife and a Hungarian said, “If this bar was in our city we would attack it with chairs!”, one of the Hungarians then proclaimed, “All of Europe is our city!”. My American friends quickly calmed the Italians and Hungarians down before anything got out of control, but they said the entire thing was hilarious.
On Tuesday morning we took a train South to Brussels to meetup with the leader of the VBJ again. He took us on a tour of the Vlaams Belang headquarters, which are 6 floors of an office building in downtown Brussels, very impressive.
Just to give you an idea of how Left-wing and corrupt the Belgian government is the women on the right with the red bar under her picture used to be Justice Minister, at the time she was married to an Algerian how was heavily into drug trafficking. He was arrested, convicted, and she lost her job. She then divorced him and married the lawyer who defended him and now has a job in the highest levels of the Belgium government again.
The Belgium governing system is a mess. They have an extra layer of government then us. It would basically be like having the local governments, state governments, regional governments, and the national government with a heavily socialist government and no clear constitutional delegation of powers to the different levels all in a country the size of South Carolina; imagine the difficulties. Here’s a picture of all the different government offices in Belgium on the regional and national level; the national “Federal Government”, and then the regional governments in Flanders (Flemish), Wallonia (French), the German speaking area in the East, and in Brussels (yes, Brussels has it’s own “regional” government). Add to that all the EU headquarter buildings in Brussels which are not shown. All in all; Belgium has 55 ministers for a country the size of South Carolina.
This is the current coalition government of the federal government of Belgium. The left half is Flemish the right half is French. Yellow is the center-right Christian Democrats and all the rest are Left-wing Liberals and Socialists:
Next we got a tour of the Flemish Parliament building. Since the Vlaams Belang got 25% of the total Flemish vote, they have an entire floor to themselves. This sign is at the entrance to their floor for ironic humour:
The composition of the Flemish Parliament; going from left to right and most Right-Wing to most Left-wing – Vlaams Belang (Right-Wing Flemish Nationalists), N-VA (Right-Wing Flemish Regionalists), CD&V;(Center-Right “Christian Democrats”), VLD (Left-Wing Liberals), SP.A (Left-Wing Socialists), Groens (Left-Wing Greens), and UF (Left-Wing French Unionists).
A painting of the Flemish Parliament, it’s the largest glass dome in the world that has no ground supports, the entire structure is supported by the metal triangles.
After our tour of the Flemish Parliament and getting to meet some of the Vlaams Belang representatives, which was uber-cool, we headed over the national (federal) Belgian parliament. Here’s the composition of the Belgian Parliament, Vlaams Belang holds 17 of the 150 seats, if you don’t recognize the party from the Flemish Parliament then it’s a Left-Wing Liberal and/or Socialist French Party:
The Vlaams Belang success is based on 30 years of starting local and battling their way to the top. The Vlaams Belang put us in America to shame; my trip to Flanders has hardened (if it was possible to harden any further) my resolve to regain my Nation by ballot box or ammo box.
An awesome report on an awesome trip, Von Scots! I must admit I envy you.
Curiosity: is there any political party in the U.S. that might stand a chance of developing in a more (healthy) nationalist perspective, at least as you see it?
God bless,
Laurel
p.s. You three Americans are the best-looking black rectangles I’ve ever seen photographed! LOL
America needs more bars and restaurants like that. I know of none in my home town, and every medium sized city ought to have a patriotic, old American cultural nexus. There are bars and restaurants where local goes, but they aren’t openly old America and cater to aliens as well as natives. And many restaurants are of course cookie cutter franchises…
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That’s an amazing trip - I’m still going through photos. Thanks for representing America.
I’m not a fan of American History X though - it sets a bad example for racialists imo.
America needs more bars and restaurants like that. I know of none in my home town, and every medium sized city ought to have a patriotic, old American cultural nexus. There are bars and restaurants where local goes, but they aren’t openly old America and cater to aliens as well as natives. And many restaurants are of course cookie cutter franchises…
I’ve seen traditional European-style restaurants go out of business here in Aztlan for lack of patronage. And some of them were quite good.
One can certainly choose which restaurants and bars (if one is not convicted about not going to bars, some folks won’t touch them with a ten foot pole) one patronizes. Even in Aztlan there are Irish-style pubs where the patrons are predominately White. But good German food? Hard to find.
Thinking of the bar Von Scots documents, do you think it was created for that purpose, or did it develop because the proprietor was reflecting the desires of his patrons over a long period of time?
Thinking of the bar Von Scots documents, do you think it was created for that purpose, or did it develop because the proprietor was reflecting the desires of his patrons over a long period of time?
That’s an excellent point.
I’d like to think it developed for such a purpose, but maybe there’s no market for such in most parts of America.
In South Carolina we have Maurice’s BBQ restaurants, at least around the Columbia area. They fly the battle flag and at one time (not sure about now) a booklet defending slavery could be bought inside. There are some assorted bars around too, but none that I’m aware of as openly Confederate as Maurice’s.
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I go to bars very rarely, and I haven’t liked drinking since I was 21. I, ah, I drink tea (which is grown in South Carolina.)
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An ideal food and beverage type place might serve healthy food and drink and promote virtuous art, music, and living.
Health conscious rednecks - now there’s a potent market (sarcastic.) If you build it, they won’t come
Thinking of the bar Von Scots documents, do you think it was created for that purpose, or did it develop because the proprietor was reflecting the desires of his patrons over a long period of time?
That’s an excellent point.
I’d like to think it developed for such a purpose, but maybe there’s no market for such in most parts of America.
I will have to go through VS’s posts to see if he covers how long it’s been around. He might have, I forget.
In South Carolina we have Maurice’s BBQ restaurants, at least around the Columbia area. They fly the battle flag and at one time (not sure about now) a booklet defending slavery could be bought inside. There are some assorted bars around too, but none that I’m aware of as openly Confederate as Maurice’s.
I’ve heard of his BBQ sauce and his Southron stance. Good to patronize, I’d say. Out here, Johnny Reb’s BBQ is quite tasty and the environment very comfortable. http://www.johnnyrebs.com/JR_Main.html
I go to bars very rarely, and I haven’t liked drinking since I was 21. I, ah, I drink tea (which is grown in South Carolina.)
I am not a bar person either. Occasionally, a visit to a pub, but bars...not my cuppa tea.
Interesting article. Small agricultural businesses are sometimes difficult to turn a profit on, if that’s ones goal rather than simply agrarian living.
I’m excited about trying such fresh tea - I’ve never had first flush.
Neither have I, so you will have to let me know how it tastes. I’ve tried a lot of different teas, but only recently decided to spend my money on American/Southern grown tea. At least Bigelow is a US owned company.
This is, of course, way off topic for Eigen Volk Eerst...sorry, Von Scots.
I think I will open a new topic, “Buying American, Buying Southern, Buying Local,” for those of us to whom this has become a topic of concern (I know it has for me).
America needs more bars and restaurants like that. I know of none in my home town, and every medium sized city ought to have a patriotic, old American cultural nexus. There are bars and restaurants where local goes, but they aren’t openly old America and cater to aliens as well as natives. And many restaurants are of course cookie cutter franchises…
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That’s an amazing trip - I’m still going through photos. Thanks for representing America.
Sorry for the tardy reply, but I’ve started my summer job and it’s super time consuming.
Yeah, the Lion of Flanders bar is pretty awesome; from what I understand it’s been around for quite awhile. I think that something like that would be awesome in the US and could work really well if done properly.
@Laurel - I think you’re approaching this the wrong way. The people who on in the Flemish Parliament now are the people who started the NSV 30 years ago. The success that they are reaping now is the result of 30 years of hard work, blood, sweat, and tears. Us gaining any real political success at this point is far-fetched to say the least. What we need to be doing is networking and start building something for the future. Only when we’ve done all the grunt work, all the networking, local organizing, and cultural foundational stuff can we begin to build something to be politically effective.
I’m not a fan of American History X though - it sets a bad example for racialists imo.
While I agree with you that that was the filmmakers’ intention and that it’s not a pro-racialist movie, I personally like the movie and I think that the filmmakers really botched it if they were trying to completely discredit us. But that’s a discussion that could probably take up it’s own thread.
@Laurel - I think you’re approaching this the wrong way. The people who on in the Flemish Parliament now are the people who started the NSV 30 years ago. The success that they are reaping now is the result of 30 years of hard work, blood, sweat, and tears. Us gaining any real political success at this point is far-fetched to say the least. What we need to be doing is networking and start building something for the future. Only when we’ve done all the grunt work, all the networking, local organizing, and cultural foundational stuff can we begin to build something to be politically effective.
OK, Von Scots, I am officially confused, and am not sure which of my tacks in this discussion you are referring to. Help!
I am in complete agreement with you of our level of development...networking and building for the future is, well, exactly what I am trying to do.
So, please help defog my brain (if anyone can do that). :-D
OK, Von Scots, I am officially confused, and am not sure which of my tacks in this discussion you are referring to. Help!
I am in complete agreement with you of our level of development...networking and building for the future is, well, exactly what I am trying to do.
So, please help defog my brain (if anyone can do that). :-D
God bless,
Laurel
Lol, I’m sorry, I guess I was a bit unclear. I was referring to this reply:
Curiosity: is there any political party in the U.S. that might stand a chance of developing in a more (healthy) nationalist perspective, at least as you see it?
