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The Camp of the Saints
By the year 2000 there will on present projections be seven billion people swarming on the surface of the Earth. And only nine hundred million of them will be white. What will happen when the teeming billions of the so-called Third World—driven by unbearable hunger and despair, the inevitable consequences of insensate over-population—descend locust-like on the lush lands of the complacent white nations?
Jean Raspail has the rare imagination and courage necessary to face this terrifying question head-on. Readers of whatever color and political persuasion will find in The Camp of the Saints (already a bestseller in France and America) a hypnotically readable novel of compelling power that will disturb, provoke and horrify them by turns. And so powerful is its impact that once you have read it you will need brain surgery to forget it.
Jean Raspail has the rare imagination and courage necessary to face this terrifying question head-on. Readers of whatever color and political persuasion will find in The Camp of the Saints (already a bestseller in France and America) a hypnotically readable novel of compelling power that will disturb, provoke and horrify them by turns. And so powerful is its impact that once you have read it you will need brain surgery to forget it.
316 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1973
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Jean Raspail
52 books79 followersJean Raspail was a French author, traveler and explorer. He was best known for his controversial 1973 novel, The Camp of the Saints, which is about mass third world immigration to Europe.
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February 10, 2016
Great book, but the film version is better. Haven't seen the film? Just switch on your TV and tune into any news channel featuring a story about the current situation in Europe. You can watch it right there.
May 28, 2010
I found this book to be both profound and utterly un-put-down-able. The idea is very simple: A flotilla of a million of India's poorest and most wretched sets sail for France. Along the way, as this gigantic flotilla gets close to Egypt (in an attempt to pass through the Suez), and then again South Africa, the militaries of these countries threaten to sink the ships and drown the migrants rather than let them land and be forced to deal with them. A regrettable solution, killing them before adopting them, but the only real choice given what might happen if the migrants did land -- right?
Liberal France, on the other hand, is lacking any ability to even pretend to protect itself in this way. Were the country to harm the migrants instead of taking them in, it would never be able to look itself in the mirror again. So, the now hundreds of thousands (because a couple hundred thousand have died en route) land in South France. To be all too concise, the worst nightmares of liberal France quickly ensue and, in a short time, there no longer is a France as we know it.
The language of the book is brilliant and often stronger than you may be used to. There's plenty of racist doggeral, yes, but this is laid on in such thickness that the book's migrant million end up feeling much more like the metaphors for French fear that they are, and less like a real ethnic group being really slandered. They come off as pure bogeymen from Gaul nightmares. This is because the book is about France and modern French fears and problems -- problems which most of the liberal democracies share -- in the gaps in civilizations.
By the end of the book you may find yourself focused more on culture than ethnicity. In fact, as the story climaxes, one of the more heroic defenders of France against the invaders is a Frenchman of Indian ethnicity. He is simply a French patriot defending his country, and the fact that he has dark skin matters naught because he is French first. And why should he not defend his country against an invasion (even an unarmed one?) Most white Frenchmen could never do this, of course, feeling a weird racial guilt at the very idea of fighting poor third world people (even if they are conquering France.) The author uses the term "The Beast" to describe this moral-duced inability to confront something like an unarmed invasion, even when it is evident the result will be much worse than what the Nazis brought with their panzers and Luftwaffe.
Needless to say, after reading the book, I'm disappointed only that it isn't more popular. This surely has to do with all of the bold and filthy racial language. No doubt the book's simply on a de facto blacklist here in the western world because, though full of good questions we really should be mulling over in public without moral fear of doing so, it's more brutal and in your face than, say, Heart of Darkness.
In any case, don't compare this to The Turner Diaries or something like that. I've read The Turner Diaries and there is not even remote comparison between these works. The Camp of Saints is poetic, sublime, a product of Enlightened tought, and a masterpiece. You may feel a bit like Pandora if you choose to open it up. But then, who could ask for more of any book?
PS: Makes for especially interesting reading for Yankees in light of our current situation with Mexico.
Liberal France, on the other hand, is lacking any ability to even pretend to protect itself in this way. Were the country to harm the migrants instead of taking them in, it would never be able to look itself in the mirror again. So, the now hundreds of thousands (because a couple hundred thousand have died en route) land in South France. To be all too concise, the worst nightmares of liberal France quickly ensue and, in a short time, there no longer is a France as we know it.
The language of the book is brilliant and often stronger than you may be used to. There's plenty of racist doggeral, yes, but this is laid on in such thickness that the book's migrant million end up feeling much more like the metaphors for French fear that they are, and less like a real ethnic group being really slandered. They come off as pure bogeymen from Gaul nightmares. This is because the book is about France and modern French fears and problems -- problems which most of the liberal democracies share -- in the gaps in civilizations.
By the end of the book you may find yourself focused more on culture than ethnicity. In fact, as the story climaxes, one of the more heroic defenders of France against the invaders is a Frenchman of Indian ethnicity. He is simply a French patriot defending his country, and the fact that he has dark skin matters naught because he is French first. And why should he not defend his country against an invasion (even an unarmed one?) Most white Frenchmen could never do this, of course, feeling a weird racial guilt at the very idea of fighting poor third world people (even if they are conquering France.) The author uses the term "The Beast" to describe this moral-duced inability to confront something like an unarmed invasion, even when it is evident the result will be much worse than what the Nazis brought with their panzers and Luftwaffe.
Needless to say, after reading the book, I'm disappointed only that it isn't more popular. This surely has to do with all of the bold and filthy racial language. No doubt the book's simply on a de facto blacklist here in the western world because, though full of good questions we really should be mulling over in public without moral fear of doing so, it's more brutal and in your face than, say, Heart of Darkness.
In any case, don't compare this to The Turner Diaries or something like that. I've read The Turner Diaries and there is not even remote comparison between these works. The Camp of Saints is poetic, sublime, a product of Enlightened tought, and a masterpiece. You may feel a bit like Pandora if you choose to open it up. But then, who could ask for more of any book?
PS: Makes for especially interesting reading for Yankees in light of our current situation with Mexico.
July 25, 2013
Racist Paranoia in Sheep's Clothing
Some three decades ago, in 1973, Jean Raspail, in a declaration of his allegiance to the White race, sounded the alarm that European culture and society were in danger of being overrun by hoards of non-White persons from India (representing persons from this and other Third World nations). This prophecy, set to occur "in the near future," has not materialized; nevertheless, this theme continues to be rehashed, most notably by the Rev. Patrick Buchanan in "Death of the West."
Mr. Raspail argues that multiculturalism and multiracialism have undermined European (White) culture and society. Freakish characters make such comments as, "There's not one of you proud of his skin, and all that it stands for..." and "Already they saw it their mission to guide the flock's first steps on Western soil. One would empty out all our hospital beds so that cholera-ridden and leprous wretches could sprawl between the clean white sheets. Another would cram our brightest, cheeriest nurseries full of monster children. Another would preach unlimited sex, in the name of one, single race of the future..." or even "Black would be Black, White would be White. There was no changing either, except by a total mix into tan."
Many reviewers have praised The Camp of the Saints for its literary qualities. Good writing, however, does not preclude evil intentions. These grotesque racist rants speak for themselves.
Some three decades ago, in 1973, Jean Raspail, in a declaration of his allegiance to the White race, sounded the alarm that European culture and society were in danger of being overrun by hoards of non-White persons from India (representing persons from this and other Third World nations). This prophecy, set to occur "in the near future," has not materialized; nevertheless, this theme continues to be rehashed, most notably by the Rev. Patrick Buchanan in "Death of the West."
Mr. Raspail argues that multiculturalism and multiracialism have undermined European (White) culture and society. Freakish characters make such comments as, "There's not one of you proud of his skin, and all that it stands for..." and "Already they saw it their mission to guide the flock's first steps on Western soil. One would empty out all our hospital beds so that cholera-ridden and leprous wretches could sprawl between the clean white sheets. Another would cram our brightest, cheeriest nurseries full of monster children. Another would preach unlimited sex, in the name of one, single race of the future..." or even "Black would be Black, White would be White. There was no changing either, except by a total mix into tan."
Many reviewers have praised The Camp of the Saints for its literary qualities. Good writing, however, does not preclude evil intentions. These grotesque racist rants speak for themselves.
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January 16, 2015I had never heard of this controversial 70s dystopian novel before I read Hadrian's review the other day. The premise, which has upset liberal commentators ever since publication, is apparently that a tide of refugees from the Third World arrive in Europe, who unwisely agrees to accept them, despite the fact that their resources are insufficient and it is not in their best interests. This duly ends up destroying European civilization. The book has been generally labelled as racist, and, as a person with left-leaning sensibilities, my first reaction was indeed outrage. But, by one of those odd twists of fate, a story broke the very same day which has unexpected resonances with Raspail's offensive fable.
For people who don't play chess, a word or two of introduction. In the chess world, the central competition is the complicated series of elimination tournaments which culminate in the selection of a challenger for the World Championship. This is very serious, and there is substantial money at stake: the prize for winning the final match can be as high as three million dollars, depending on the state of the world economy and the availability of suitable sponsors. But, in parallel, there is the charming tradition of the Chess Olympiad, a world team event held every other year. Like the mainstream Olympic Games, this is an affirmation of community. Chessplayers from all over the world, from the most distinguished to the least significant, get together for two weeks and demonstrate their belief in the motto of the FIDE, the World Chess Federation: gens una sumus, we are all one kind. However, when I say "from all over the world", I should add a caveat. Once you arrive the Olympic venue, you are given free board and lodging; but the travel costs for getting there and back have to be shouldered by the team in question. In practice, this has meant that many of the very poorest countries, which in most cases weren't actually that interested in chess, didn't send teams. FIDE has 180 member organizations, but only about 130-140 would normally take part.
Fast forward to 2014. This year's Olympiad is being hosted by Norway, an extremely rich and enlightened country which moreover is the home of the new World Chess Champion, Magnus Carlsen. The Norwegians, who had secured 75M kronor in funding (about $12M), announced that they had set aside five million of those kronor as a travel fund. I do not know the details, but the intention was that teams who would not easily be able to pay would have the option of applying to have their flight tickets subsidized by the Norwegians. Unsurprisingly, the result was that entries shot up; apparently 181 teams have registered. This isn't actually more teams than there are members in FIDE, since the home country is fielding four teams, but almost every country has clearly decided to enter.
Last week, the Norwegian organizers made a humiliating admission. They have a massive shortfall in their budget, amounting to 15 million kronor ($2.5M). Somehow, they say they were expecting the usual 130-140 teams, and their resources don't stretch to cover the greatly expanded event. They have applied to their government for extra funding, but have been publicly turned down. The government minister in question seems rather annoyed about it, and says they needed to plan realistically based on the resources they were given. Attempts to find private sponsors have so far failed. At the moment, it is unclear whether the Chess Olympiad will go ahead. Obviously, everyone hopes that money will somehow be found to plug the gap, but right now it's not obvious where it will come from. The similarities with Raspail's story are painfully clear.
If you happen to know a chessplaying billionaire who wants to help out, please ask him to get in touch with the Norwegian organizers immediately. It would be so nice to prove that this unpleasant French racist was wrong.
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The saga continues. It's now become a political issue: the Norwegian leftist party is putting pressure on the center-right government to change their budget decision, and chessplayers from Sosialistisk Ungdom are setting up chess boards on the street to get money and publicity. Check out the rather sexist video here featuring a geeky male chessplayer and a cute girl acting as his barker.
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My Norwegian chess friend Stian sent me a link last night to this article. To summarize: the Norwegian government have given in and allocated another 12M kronor to the Chess Olympiad's budget, so the event will go ahead as planned.
I hope everyone agrees that Raspail's disgraceful racist arguments have now been comprehensively refuted.
For people who don't play chess, a word or two of introduction. In the chess world, the central competition is the complicated series of elimination tournaments which culminate in the selection of a challenger for the World Championship. This is very serious, and there is substantial money at stake: the prize for winning the final match can be as high as three million dollars, depending on the state of the world economy and the availability of suitable sponsors. But, in parallel, there is the charming tradition of the Chess Olympiad, a world team event held every other year. Like the mainstream Olympic Games, this is an affirmation of community. Chessplayers from all over the world, from the most distinguished to the least significant, get together for two weeks and demonstrate their belief in the motto of the FIDE, the World Chess Federation: gens una sumus, we are all one kind. However, when I say "from all over the world", I should add a caveat. Once you arrive the Olympic venue, you are given free board and lodging; but the travel costs for getting there and back have to be shouldered by the team in question. In practice, this has meant that many of the very poorest countries, which in most cases weren't actually that interested in chess, didn't send teams. FIDE has 180 member organizations, but only about 130-140 would normally take part.
Fast forward to 2014. This year's Olympiad is being hosted by Norway, an extremely rich and enlightened country which moreover is the home of the new World Chess Champion, Magnus Carlsen. The Norwegians, who had secured 75M kronor in funding (about $12M), announced that they had set aside five million of those kronor as a travel fund. I do not know the details, but the intention was that teams who would not easily be able to pay would have the option of applying to have their flight tickets subsidized by the Norwegians. Unsurprisingly, the result was that entries shot up; apparently 181 teams have registered. This isn't actually more teams than there are members in FIDE, since the home country is fielding four teams, but almost every country has clearly decided to enter.
Last week, the Norwegian organizers made a humiliating admission. They have a massive shortfall in their budget, amounting to 15 million kronor ($2.5M). Somehow, they say they were expecting the usual 130-140 teams, and their resources don't stretch to cover the greatly expanded event. They have applied to their government for extra funding, but have been publicly turned down. The government minister in question seems rather annoyed about it, and says they needed to plan realistically based on the resources they were given. Attempts to find private sponsors have so far failed. At the moment, it is unclear whether the Chess Olympiad will go ahead. Obviously, everyone hopes that money will somehow be found to plug the gap, but right now it's not obvious where it will come from. The similarities with Raspail's story are painfully clear.
If you happen to know a chessplaying billionaire who wants to help out, please ask him to get in touch with the Norwegian organizers immediately. It would be so nice to prove that this unpleasant French racist was wrong.
__________________________________
The saga continues. It's now become a political issue: the Norwegian leftist party is putting pressure on the center-right government to change their budget decision, and chessplayers from Sosialistisk Ungdom are setting up chess boards on the street to get money and publicity. Check out the rather sexist video here featuring a geeky male chessplayer and a cute girl acting as his barker.
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My Norwegian chess friend Stian sent me a link last night to this article. To summarize: the Norwegian government have given in and allocated another 12M kronor to the Chess Olympiad's budget, so the event will go ahead as planned.
I hope everyone agrees that Raspail's disgraceful racist arguments have now been comprehensively refuted.
December 12, 2008
A novel written in the early 1970's Camp of the Saints is about France being deluged with an armada of slow moving boats containing millions of the worst that the "third world" has to offer and the ensuing reaction of the population to the invasion in the weeks before they arrive on the shores of France.
I believe at the time this was written Raspail in many ways meant it as an exagerated parody/satire of naive liberal leftist universalism but now things have gotten to the point with the brainwashing "white guilt" that so many whites buy into and the never ending flow of third world immigrants into North America and western Europe that that you could make a good arguement that Camp of the Saints is closer to reality than it is parody at this point in time.
But whether you want to look at this as satire or reality Camp of the Saints is a brilliant (and at times very funny) book and is probably the best "racial" novel ever written.
I believe at the time this was written Raspail in many ways meant it as an exagerated parody/satire of naive liberal leftist universalism but now things have gotten to the point with the brainwashing "white guilt" that so many whites buy into and the never ending flow of third world immigrants into North America and western Europe that that you could make a good arguement that Camp of the Saints is closer to reality than it is parody at this point in time.
But whether you want to look at this as satire or reality Camp of the Saints is a brilliant (and at times very funny) book and is probably the best "racial" novel ever written.
Shelved as 'how-about-no'
June 19, 2020
19 Jun. '20
Not interested in providing a platform for dishonest debate, nor for people to spout alt-right talking points and obvious dog-whistling. I’m not gonna waste my time moderating this thread so consider this a warning for future commenters, I will indiscriminately remove comments, including future comments crying about the fact comments have been deleted. Go whine somewhere else.
8 Mar. '17
Why pretend to be "courageous" and "asking terrifying questions" when you can just be blatantly racist?
A so-called dystopia about the end of civilisation and the world as we know it when a bunch of brownies descend, "locust-like" upon the White World.
How about a story about the end of civilisation and the world as we know it when a bunch of whites descend upon the Brown World?
Oh wait, THAT actually DID happen. Everywhere. For many years.
The other one is just fear-mongering and projection at its finest.
Not interested in providing a platform for dishonest debate, nor for people to spout alt-right talking points and obvious dog-whistling. I’m not gonna waste my time moderating this thread so consider this a warning for future commenters, I will indiscriminately remove comments, including future comments crying about the fact comments have been deleted. Go whine somewhere else.
8 Mar. '17
Why pretend to be "courageous" and "asking terrifying questions" when you can just be blatantly racist?
A so-called dystopia about the end of civilisation and the world as we know it when a bunch of brownies descend, "locust-like" upon the White World.
How about a story about the end of civilisation and the world as we know it when a bunch of whites descend upon the Brown World?
Oh wait, THAT actually DID happen. Everywhere. For many years.
The other one is just fear-mongering and projection at its finest.
January 7, 2014
This prophetic book is not so much about the invasion of Europe as it is about the surrendering mindset of the majority of the white French. Raspail quite ruthlessly examines how and why their culture was eroded by dissidents within, to the point that they were psychologically unable to defend themselves. Jean Anouilh perceptively called it 'A haunting book of irresistible force and calm logic'.
Shelved as 'not-to-read'
March 8, 2017I thought that Steve Bannon, Trump's chief strategic adviser, was a racist loony but even I underestimated the extent of the lunacy.
This is one of Bannon's favorite works. Take a look at this article on how This Stunningly Racist French Novel Is How Steve Bannon Explains The World and read a few of the reviews not written by white supremacists below to understand quite how insane Trump's chief strategist is.
This is one of Bannon's favorite works. Take a look at this article on how This Stunningly Racist French Novel Is How Steve Bannon Explains The World and read a few of the reviews not written by white supremacists below to understand quite how insane Trump's chief strategist is.
February 8, 2022
It's practically impossible to read this and not have flashes of the European migrant crisis of today; yet it was José Saramago's Blindness I thought about even more so. Not for the blindness itself, as Jean Raspail is dealing with Third World overpopulation and mass migration here, but for the fact that I felt that same level of apocalyptic tension, the same haunting atmosphere, and the same utterly terrifying realism. The novel has often been described as one of the most controversial of all time - the liberal left would write it off as racist twaddle, and the far right would be drooling in ecstasy. Or something like that anyway. Well, to be honest, I couldn't give two hoots about the right or the left or anything else in between as I've completely lost confidence in the lot of them. So, with no outside political views, and solely looking at it as a piece of literature, then there is no denying that I found it a powerful and deeply impacting work that's going to take some shifting from my mind. 3.5 rounded up.
September 5, 2015
Now September 2015...... Interesting reading the reviews of the past 2 - 3 years, how wrong and naive some people were. This was almost prophetic, Enoch Powells rivers of blood speech now springs to mind as the next prophetic words to have been written in the past that we await for. God help us all for what we are about to do in the name of humanity.
December 1, 2023
Hard to believe that this is a fictional work and still harder to think that it was written over 50 years ago. Prescient or what! It describes the times we are living through, as alien boats reach our shores. The ‘voices of the people’ are all too familiar, as relayed here, along with the asinine parroting of politicians. The fact that the book is dubbed controversial and is increasingly hard to get hold of speaks for itself: people might read it and make up their own minds, rather than have them made up for them!
Here Raspail portrays the French way of life trampled under foot by its invaders, welcomed with open arms by so many. (Interesting to compare it with Michel Houellbecq's Submission).
Hard to rate – 4* for reading experience: I can't say that I 'enjoyed' reading it.
5* for its importance, relevance and subject matter.
Here Raspail portrays the French way of life trampled under foot by its invaders, welcomed with open arms by so many. (Interesting to compare it with Michel Houellbecq's Submission).
Hard to rate – 4* for reading experience: I can't say that I 'enjoyed' reading it.
5* for its importance, relevance and subject matter.
November 2, 2008
Perhaps one of the darkest dystopian novels. Raspail's novel does not get as much attention as it deserves, because the nature of the topic, unchecked immigration from the third world to the first world, is basically off-limits in today's political atmosphere.
The basics of the story are that, escaping dire poverty and filth, one million of the lowest of the low board ships in Calcutta, India, seeking home elsewhere--one million Indians crammed aboard a multitude of decrepit ships bound for somewhere, presumably a first world nation. The story focuses mainly on the reactions around France--the politician, the journalist, the professor, the clergy, and the army.
This book was originally written by Raspail in French back in 1973. Its translation makes for a somewhat more difficult read. The subject itself is politically incorrect and the language may hurt some people's sensibilities. But it is a worthwhile read, nevertheless.
The basics of the story are that, escaping dire poverty and filth, one million of the lowest of the low board ships in Calcutta, India, seeking home elsewhere--one million Indians crammed aboard a multitude of decrepit ships bound for somewhere, presumably a first world nation. The story focuses mainly on the reactions around France--the politician, the journalist, the professor, the clergy, and the army.
This book was originally written by Raspail in French back in 1973. Its translation makes for a somewhat more difficult read. The subject itself is politically incorrect and the language may hurt some people's sensibilities. But it is a worthwhile read, nevertheless.
April 26, 2017
I periodically read "difficult" books, this was one of them.
A thoroughly disgusting book which is favored reading material for white nationalists and the alt-right. This book is often placed in similar prominence to the Turner Diaries. Steve Bannon advisor to current US President Trump is a fan of this book.
The writing is rather so-so. The plot is not particularity believable. Lots of cardboard characters. And mostly lots of hatred for any poor people who are not white. The book vacillates between conservative and liberal Catholics. In some ways this book seems to be a reaction to Vatican II. Today the same hatred exists yet the underlying causes of the crisis in this book are much smaller today than when the book was written. While reading this, in places it seemed like the author may have been pulling our leg and that this was intended as satire but was instead embraced as a serious work.
A thoroughly disgusting book which is favored reading material for white nationalists and the alt-right. This book is often placed in similar prominence to the Turner Diaries. Steve Bannon advisor to current US President Trump is a fan of this book.
The writing is rather so-so. The plot is not particularity believable. Lots of cardboard characters. And mostly lots of hatred for any poor people who are not white. The book vacillates between conservative and liberal Catholics. In some ways this book seems to be a reaction to Vatican II. Today the same hatred exists yet the underlying causes of the crisis in this book are much smaller today than when the book was written. While reading this, in places it seemed like the author may have been pulling our leg and that this was intended as satire but was instead embraced as a serious work.
February 9, 2018
A book labeled all the pejoratives of the politically correct handbook decades ago, comes closer to reality year after year, shifting the classification of this book from fiction to narrative non-fiction little by little.
Are apologies due? By the time you've finished this extraordinary work, you'll know that the so-called intellectuals' perceived reality shifts ever closer to fiction, rendering apologies absolutely meaningless.
Are apologies due? By the time you've finished this extraordinary work, you'll know that the so-called intellectuals' perceived reality shifts ever closer to fiction, rendering apologies absolutely meaningless.
March 16, 2017
It's hard to identify "the most racist novel ever," especially since it lets everybody else off the hook, but "The Camp of the Saints" is a strong contender, at least for a late 20th century novel from a major publishing house. (In contrast, the even viler 1978 "The Turner Diaries", which like "Camp" is listed as a hate book by the Southern Poverty Law Center, was published by a small white supremacist press.) Fittingly for the 1970s, it's an apocalyptic novel too -- a weird mix of overpopulation story, zombie story (sorta) and global white supremacist diatribe.
Jumping around confusingly in time and space, with a cast of hundreds of characters overseen by a sardonic omniscient narrator, this is the plot: tired of banging on the doors of Western aid agencies, a massive fleet of nearly a million poor Indian refugees, led by a mostly silent "turd-eater" (he literally eats shit) and his totem-like, deformed, speechless, idiot son, gets into leaking boats and migrates West in search of Europe, the promised land of milk & honey. As the mass of wretched, starving brown poor people approaches the Western capitals, the government and the press are paralyzed by indecision and fear of seeming racist, and do nothing, even when the 'refugees' turn out to be savage killers who murder Western aid workers along the way. As they finally make landfall in France, millions of white people flee to the north... but it's too late, as the Third World invasion triggers a spontaneous uprising by other nonwhite people around the globe. In countless vignettes, nonwhites spontaneously rise up, murdering employers, neighbors and colleagues, while white leftists remain oblivious or join the slaughter. Soon,
In short, the plot is so over-the-top and racist it's embarrassing to even summarize it. Lionel Shriver's 2002 survey of apocalyptic novels insightfully identifies "Camp of the Saints" as an 1970s overpopulation dystopian novel; its distinction is that, instead of overpopulation being race-blind as in "Soylent Green", the threat is embodied by the apparent fertility and squalor of the Third World. The unhappy ending of "Make Room! Make Room!" sees people forced to share their homes with hostile strangers as living space becomes ever more scarce; the unhappy ending of "Camp" sees white people forced to share their homes with hostile black and brown people. It's familiar language from racist self-styled environmentalists, just shorn of disguises and taken to an extreme: the Third World is a "river of sperm" where people "reproduce like ants." Even the half-starved Indian refugee-army is sex-mad, and their ocean journey soon turns into a massive orgy, with graphic depictions of squalid shipboard sex. (This book is from the period where the stereotype of Middle Easterners was that they were insatiable pansexual perverts, not sexually repressed conservatives... of course, today both stereotypes really exist simultaneously, like the scare stories about Middle Eastern refugees-turned-rapists in Europe.) The liberal Catholic bishop who joins the Indian armada ends up a babbling idiot, continually jerked off by Indians who see him as a lingam-style fertility idol.
Here and there, disturbingly, "Camp of the Saints" also has a bit in common with zombie novels. There's no cannibalism (well, a tiny bit, perpetrated by black people of course -- in this book every racial stereotype is true), but setpieces depict tiny numbers of white people facing down hordes of mindless brown aggressors. Raspail goes so far as to glorify the image as archetypally White, in a way sure to embarrass any politically non-conservative fans of things like "300" ("in all the glorious tales of Western conquerors—from Cortés and Pizarro to our own Bournazel and his African exploits—the white man is pictured alone…advancing against the unbridled, menacing hordes, and putting them all to flight by his imposing presence…"). In addition to the zombielike savagery and horde mentality of the nonwhite characters, the Indian invaders are first glimpsed on their ships as nothing but a seething mass of thousands of grasping brown arms; later they are described as "a wall of flesh" a "flood of flesh and bone", a "tide of black flesh", or compared to rotten fruit, moldy and worm-eaten, shedding heaps of slimy corpses overboard as they go. There's future-echoes here of the liquid-like flood of Palestinian zombies in the Jerusalem scene in "World War Z," and past-echoes of H.P. Lovecraft's similarly racist language in his letters describing immigrants in the Lower East Side of New York ("Italo-Semitico-Mongoloid…vaguely moulded from some stinking viscous slime of earth’s corruption, and slithering and oozing in and on the filthy streets or in and out of doorways…").
If this sort of horror-genre imagery doesn't intensify throughout the book, it's only because Raspail chooses to go in another direction, that of farcical dark comedy, depicting the Western World ultimately crushed not so much by physical violence as by self-surrender and white liberal fifth-columnists. If this book is anything more than a diatribe against immigrants, it's a huge "fuck you" to leftists, beginning with the opening scene in which a conservative professor gleefully shoots the hippie who invaded his home. The liberal media is extensively excoriated in ways that will be familiar to any 2017-era Breitbart fan or Fox News viewer. The scene in which a local racist French law leads to gruesome retaliation against French people overseas has echoes of 2017 conservatives' worst nightmares about globalization. Liberal journalists and politicians are depicted as rich hypocrites, humorless moralists and oblivious idiots, manipulating the white public's feelings of guilt, while radicals are simply looters and rapists. In the end,
With such an openly racist book, it's interesting to sift through it for the less racist moments, and to simply wonder, what the hell, and why? Every so often, Raspail will play a discordant note, some momentary concession that people of color may be human -- such as a rundown of racism experienced by Arabs in Paris, or resentment that Third World deaths & famines are only a footnote in the Western press, or the startling assertion that white Frenchpeople are no more aware of the miserable lives of their nonwhite working class "than everyday Germans were aware of (concentration camps) Ravensbruck and Dachau". But any acknowledgment that there might be some basis for anti-white resentment only hardens Raspail's resolve that 'they' can never be allowed to get 'revenge', recalling Israeli general Moshe Dayan's famous/infamous 1956 speech about the Palestinians: "Let us not hurl blame at the murderers. Why should we complain of their hatred for us?... This is the choice of our lives − to be prepared and armed, strong and resolute, or to let the sword fall from our fist and our lives be cut down." Unlike the Anti-Semitic author of "The Turner Diaries", Raspail doesn't include Jews among The Enemy; Eastern European Jews (and for that matter, Poles and Italians) may have horrified H.P. Lovecraft, but for Raspail they're white enough, and Israel (along with apartheid South Africa and racist-even-for-its-times 1973 Australia) is in the camp of the good guys. Raspail even includes a Westernized East Indian man, Hamadura, who joins the white resistance, proudly blasting his invading countrymen ("Being white isn’t really a question of color. It’s a whole mental outlook. Every white supremacist cause—no matter where or when—has had blacks on its side.")
"The Camp of the Saints" is so extreme, and at times funny, it could almost pass for satire, if Raspail's real-life advocacy of far-right anti-immigration politics didn't make it obvious that this is where the author really stands. What's even stranger to consider is that Raspail is a pseudo-anthropologist and travel writer whose only other English-translated book (AFAIK) is "Who Will Remember the People," a eulogy for a vanished South American tribe. Are people of color only sympathetic to Raspail when they're dead and dying, like Native Americans? It's not hard to think of the psychological idea of "projection"—where you project your own emotions onto others—reading Raspail's depictions of the nonwhite characters' absolute hatred for white people. "The Camp of the Saints" is, in essence, the natural outcome of white supremacist thinking; if "white people" are a natural unit which exists to dominate the world, then surely it's just as natural for nonwhites to feel equally united in their desire for revenge. At the end of the book, the narrator (and presumably Raspail) unleashes his frustration about the way the word "racism" is weaponized and used: "What I always understood to be a simple expression of the races' inability to get along together has become for my contemporaries a war cry, a call to arms, a crime against humanity…" Though written 40+ years ago, it's all disturbingly close to 2017 right-wing nativist thought; a lot more modern conservatives are probably comfortable saying (or thinking) "Fuck liberals, fuck political correctness, fuck refugees" (Camp of the Saints) than literally "kill all black people and Jews" (Turner Diaries). Raspail is racist, but he isn't stupid. If expressions of racism can be divided into "confident" -- the racism of "it's all a joke, don't take it too seriously, racism isn't that much of a problem anymore" mockery -- and "threatened", "The Camp of the Saints" falls firmly in the "threatened" camp, that of racists who have some awareness that there's a problem, but who dig in their heels and choose their side.
That said, some of the prose is really good. Raspail's writing is rich and descriptive, a nonstop stream-of-consciousness of comic dialogue, memorable characters, and vivid and horrific (and, as mentioned, frequently ultra-racist) imagery. This is feverish, dreamlike, poison prose, a nightmare exposure of Raspail's rotten soul with no fucks given; and Raspail's Gallic pessimism (he's hardly in a position to protest if I use a French stereotype) makes a better read than a triumphalist racist fantasy like "The Turner Diaries" (presumably; I haven't read it and don't want to) or, say, "Mein Kampf." I'd almost be interested in reading some of Raspail's other writing, though if I do, I'll be certain not to pay money for it. 4 stars for style and imagination plus 1 star for being a morally bankrupt right-wing racist tract leads to a compromise of 2 stars.
Jumping around confusingly in time and space, with a cast of hundreds of characters overseen by a sardonic omniscient narrator, this is the plot: tired of banging on the doors of Western aid agencies, a massive fleet of nearly a million poor Indian refugees, led by a mostly silent "turd-eater" (he literally eats shit) and his totem-like, deformed, speechless, idiot son, gets into leaking boats and migrates West in search of Europe, the promised land of milk & honey. As the mass of wretched, starving brown poor people approaches the Western capitals, the government and the press are paralyzed by indecision and fear of seeming racist, and do nothing, even when the 'refugees' turn out to be savage killers who murder Western aid workers along the way. As they finally make landfall in France, millions of white people flee to the north... but it's too late, as the Third World invasion triggers a spontaneous uprising by other nonwhite people around the globe. In countless vignettes, nonwhites spontaneously rise up, murdering employers, neighbors and colleagues, while white leftists remain oblivious or join the slaughter. Soon,
In short, the plot is so over-the-top and racist it's embarrassing to even summarize it. Lionel Shriver's 2002 survey of apocalyptic novels insightfully identifies "Camp of the Saints" as an 1970s overpopulation dystopian novel; its distinction is that, instead of overpopulation being race-blind as in "Soylent Green", the threat is embodied by the apparent fertility and squalor of the Third World. The unhappy ending of "Make Room! Make Room!" sees people forced to share their homes with hostile strangers as living space becomes ever more scarce; the unhappy ending of "Camp" sees white people forced to share their homes with hostile black and brown people. It's familiar language from racist self-styled environmentalists, just shorn of disguises and taken to an extreme: the Third World is a "river of sperm" where people "reproduce like ants." Even the half-starved Indian refugee-army is sex-mad, and their ocean journey soon turns into a massive orgy, with graphic depictions of squalid shipboard sex. (This book is from the period where the stereotype of Middle Easterners was that they were insatiable pansexual perverts, not sexually repressed conservatives... of course, today both stereotypes really exist simultaneously, like the scare stories about Middle Eastern refugees-turned-rapists in Europe.) The liberal Catholic bishop who joins the Indian armada ends up a babbling idiot, continually jerked off by Indians who see him as a lingam-style fertility idol.
Here and there, disturbingly, "Camp of the Saints" also has a bit in common with zombie novels. There's no cannibalism (well, a tiny bit, perpetrated by black people of course -- in this book every racial stereotype is true), but setpieces depict tiny numbers of white people facing down hordes of mindless brown aggressors. Raspail goes so far as to glorify the image as archetypally White, in a way sure to embarrass any politically non-conservative fans of things like "300" ("in all the glorious tales of Western conquerors—from Cortés and Pizarro to our own Bournazel and his African exploits—the white man is pictured alone…advancing against the unbridled, menacing hordes, and putting them all to flight by his imposing presence…"). In addition to the zombielike savagery and horde mentality of the nonwhite characters, the Indian invaders are first glimpsed on their ships as nothing but a seething mass of thousands of grasping brown arms; later they are described as "a wall of flesh" a "flood of flesh and bone", a "tide of black flesh", or compared to rotten fruit, moldy and worm-eaten, shedding heaps of slimy corpses overboard as they go. There's future-echoes here of the liquid-like flood of Palestinian zombies in the Jerusalem scene in "World War Z," and past-echoes of H.P. Lovecraft's similarly racist language in his letters describing immigrants in the Lower East Side of New York ("Italo-Semitico-Mongoloid…vaguely moulded from some stinking viscous slime of earth’s corruption, and slithering and oozing in and on the filthy streets or in and out of doorways…").
If this sort of horror-genre imagery doesn't intensify throughout the book, it's only because Raspail chooses to go in another direction, that of farcical dark comedy, depicting the Western World ultimately crushed not so much by physical violence as by self-surrender and white liberal fifth-columnists. If this book is anything more than a diatribe against immigrants, it's a huge "fuck you" to leftists, beginning with the opening scene in which a conservative professor gleefully shoots the hippie who invaded his home. The liberal media is extensively excoriated in ways that will be familiar to any 2017-era Breitbart fan or Fox News viewer. The scene in which a local racist French law leads to gruesome retaliation against French people overseas has echoes of 2017 conservatives' worst nightmares about globalization. Liberal journalists and politicians are depicted as rich hypocrites, humorless moralists and oblivious idiots, manipulating the white public's feelings of guilt, while radicals are simply looters and rapists. In the end,
With such an openly racist book, it's interesting to sift through it for the less racist moments, and to simply wonder, what the hell, and why? Every so often, Raspail will play a discordant note, some momentary concession that people of color may be human -- such as a rundown of racism experienced by Arabs in Paris, or resentment that Third World deaths & famines are only a footnote in the Western press, or the startling assertion that white Frenchpeople are no more aware of the miserable lives of their nonwhite working class "than everyday Germans were aware of (concentration camps) Ravensbruck and Dachau". But any acknowledgment that there might be some basis for anti-white resentment only hardens Raspail's resolve that 'they' can never be allowed to get 'revenge', recalling Israeli general Moshe Dayan's famous/infamous 1956 speech about the Palestinians: "Let us not hurl blame at the murderers. Why should we complain of their hatred for us?... This is the choice of our lives − to be prepared and armed, strong and resolute, or to let the sword fall from our fist and our lives be cut down." Unlike the Anti-Semitic author of "The Turner Diaries", Raspail doesn't include Jews among The Enemy; Eastern European Jews (and for that matter, Poles and Italians) may have horrified H.P. Lovecraft, but for Raspail they're white enough, and Israel (along with apartheid South Africa and racist-even-for-its-times 1973 Australia) is in the camp of the good guys. Raspail even includes a Westernized East Indian man, Hamadura, who joins the white resistance, proudly blasting his invading countrymen ("Being white isn’t really a question of color. It’s a whole mental outlook. Every white supremacist cause—no matter where or when—has had blacks on its side.")
"The Camp of the Saints" is so extreme, and at times funny, it could almost pass for satire, if Raspail's real-life advocacy of far-right anti-immigration politics didn't make it obvious that this is where the author really stands. What's even stranger to consider is that Raspail is a pseudo-anthropologist and travel writer whose only other English-translated book (AFAIK) is "Who Will Remember the People," a eulogy for a vanished South American tribe. Are people of color only sympathetic to Raspail when they're dead and dying, like Native Americans? It's not hard to think of the psychological idea of "projection"—where you project your own emotions onto others—reading Raspail's depictions of the nonwhite characters' absolute hatred for white people. "The Camp of the Saints" is, in essence, the natural outcome of white supremacist thinking; if "white people" are a natural unit which exists to dominate the world, then surely it's just as natural for nonwhites to feel equally united in their desire for revenge. At the end of the book, the narrator (and presumably Raspail) unleashes his frustration about the way the word "racism" is weaponized and used: "What I always understood to be a simple expression of the races' inability to get along together has become for my contemporaries a war cry, a call to arms, a crime against humanity…" Though written 40+ years ago, it's all disturbingly close to 2017 right-wing nativist thought; a lot more modern conservatives are probably comfortable saying (or thinking) "Fuck liberals, fuck political correctness, fuck refugees" (Camp of the Saints) than literally "kill all black people and Jews" (Turner Diaries). Raspail is racist, but he isn't stupid. If expressions of racism can be divided into "confident" -- the racism of "it's all a joke, don't take it too seriously, racism isn't that much of a problem anymore" mockery -- and "threatened", "The Camp of the Saints" falls firmly in the "threatened" camp, that of racists who have some awareness that there's a problem, but who dig in their heels and choose their side.
That said, some of the prose is really good. Raspail's writing is rich and descriptive, a nonstop stream-of-consciousness of comic dialogue, memorable characters, and vivid and horrific (and, as mentioned, frequently ultra-racist) imagery. This is feverish, dreamlike, poison prose, a nightmare exposure of Raspail's rotten soul with no fucks given; and Raspail's Gallic pessimism (he's hardly in a position to protest if I use a French stereotype) makes a better read than a triumphalist racist fantasy like "The Turner Diaries" (presumably; I haven't read it and don't want to) or, say, "Mein Kampf." I'd almost be interested in reading some of Raspail's other writing, though if I do, I'll be certain not to pay money for it. 4 stars for style and imagination plus 1 star for being a morally bankrupt right-wing racist tract leads to a compromise of 2 stars.
February 24, 2024
Some of you who follow my reviews will know I like horror novels but that I've become a little jaded over them recently. Basically, I don't find much frightening. I started this book last night however and actually didn't sleep much afterwards. I suspect this novel is a minority taste/interest kind of book, more talked about than actually read. Anything that's demonised, anything people try to ban, however, piques my interest. You can't dislike something you haven't tried, after all. I'll update when finished...
Given up on this one. I've decided even for historical interest and accuracy it's just too heavy going. I'll stick to fiction.
Update 2020.
Okay, I went back and actually finished this book this time. I owed it to myself as it's one of the most referenced (yet probably least read) race-war novel. I definitely didn't enjoy it. It really is hard to digest satire. Imagine reading Jonathon Swift on steroids. Also, it's translated from the French, and whilst you can translate words, satire is quite culturally driven, so that added to the difficulty. Also it was written in the 70s--again, satire doesn't age well.
All that apart, I have to say that this should be required reading. For everyone.
Every single thing the author predicted would happen has happened. Yes, there hasn't been one mass flotilla of the third world arriving in Europe, which is the premise of this novel, but there have been far more than a million refugees in a constant flow since we stopped defending our borders. Every single reaction to this invasion, from pop stars, to the clergy, to the governments of the Western nations Raspail accurately predicted.
What a depressing read.
Read it.
Given up on this one. I've decided even for historical interest and accuracy it's just too heavy going. I'll stick to fiction.
Update 2020.
Okay, I went back and actually finished this book this time. I owed it to myself as it's one of the most referenced (yet probably least read) race-war novel. I definitely didn't enjoy it. It really is hard to digest satire. Imagine reading Jonathon Swift on steroids. Also, it's translated from the French, and whilst you can translate words, satire is quite culturally driven, so that added to the difficulty. Also it was written in the 70s--again, satire doesn't age well.
All that apart, I have to say that this should be required reading. For everyone.
Every single thing the author predicted would happen has happened. Yes, there hasn't been one mass flotilla of the third world arriving in Europe, which is the premise of this novel, but there have been far more than a million refugees in a constant flow since we stopped defending our borders. Every single reaction to this invasion, from pop stars, to the clergy, to the governments of the Western nations Raspail accurately predicted.
What a depressing read.
Read it.
May 24, 2017
This book, apparently a favorite of Trump advisor Steve Bannon, was described as "shockingly racist". When I heard a description I thought it must be exaggerated. I had to read the book and find out. And it really is as crazy as I heard. In the book, almost a million refugees sail from India to France and the book describes how the White World is doomed by it's weakness and inability to do the right thing, the "right thing" being to kill all the brown Untermenschen that invade it's shores like swarming ants.
And yes, the author points out lots of problems with the far left's naive idealism, but the far right and this kind of white supremacism is no less idiotic. It's scary to see a novel that promotes race separatism (Apartheid South Africa is described as one of the few "good" White nations in the book) and genocide have a 3,80 rating on Goodreads and constantly being referred to by the chief advisor to the US president.
And yes, the author points out lots of problems with the far left's naive idealism, but the far right and this kind of white supremacism is no less idiotic. It's scary to see a novel that promotes race separatism (Apartheid South Africa is described as one of the few "good" White nations in the book) and genocide have a 3,80 rating on Goodreads and constantly being referred to by the chief advisor to the US president.
January 24, 2011
Although at times Raspail seems to be getting carried away in his description of the depravity of the third-world invaders, his description of the reaction of the European elite to the crisis is spot on. I am still amazed that such a book was written decades ago when it is so relevant to what is happening in the world now. What is even more amazing is that Raspail is a Frenchman. Maybe there is yet a glimmer of hope for the le peuple gallois.
August 4, 2015
Written over 40 years ago, Jean Raspail faced a torrent of resistance for this exceptional novel and upon first reading it is easy to understand why. His thesis of masses of people immigrating from the third world into Europe without invitation triggers fear within us and our Christian based ethos will not permit us to view the inevitability of this invasion as anything but deserved. Europeans and Americans suffer from a guilt that although may be well deserved will undermine our ability to protect our lands from unwanted immigration. Raspail does not flinch in defining our weaknesses as guilt ridden former colonial powers and those strengths of the formerly colonized, namely that they have nothing to lose and feel entitled to a type of restitution for their centuries of servitude. The most poignant question the book asks the reader is do we have the courage to defend our borders at any costs? Looking at current world events, the boatloads of people attempting to cross the Mediterranean from Africa, millions crossing overland from the Middle East, and the countless hordes dying to cross into America from the southern hemisphere, I can only conclude that we in the West will do nothing to stem the flow of immigration. Our defunct Christian legacy has only left us with a displaced remorse and we will perish because of it. This is my second reading and it stunned me more than it did five years ago. We are on the precipice of catastrophe, global warming and incessant wars will only drive more desperate people to the West and we have proven ourselves powerless to stop it. Raspail is not concerned with being politically correct, he is a truth teller, maybe better described as a writer of horror fiction.
October 18, 2008
This is a disturbing look at the future, written in the 1970s, and it gets more disturbing as our present unfolds into the future.
May 31, 2020
Steve Bannon’s favorite book recommendation explains a lot about the mindset of those who actually believe in the threat of “White Genocide.” This book is an adolescent cartoon racist fantasy, a sub genre of dystopia porn, but reading this, one can see how MAGA chuds view the refugees crossing the Mediterranean and Mexico as the realization of the purported prophecies of this perverse 1973 fever dream.
In the book, the media, the church, the UN, and human-rights groups are all villains corroding the West from within, sapping the West of its will to fight for its survival in the face of a wave of millions of nonviolent Third-World refugees who end up on the shores of Europe. The book’s villains espouse an anti-racist ideology, a utopian brotherhood of man vision that (in the book’s worldview) leaves the West helpless to preserve its way of life, its traditions, its racial purity. The “White Genocide” that’s presented as an apocalypse in the book is the slow, nonviolent mingling of races.
The writing quality (in translation) is sub-“Choose Your Own Adventure,” but one sees how Race Warriors get aroused when they imagine they see Raspail’s vision come to life in the Mediterranean, with boats full of dark-skinned, menacing, pullulating bodies, threatening to peacefully and quietly infiltrate and overwhelm an innocent white host, which has rendered itself defenseless through overly developed moral conscience.
The book is clear, in speaking through its various hero-figure sock-puppets, that the author views racism in defense of one’s people’s existence as a virtue, and that only the clear headed and brave have what it takes to take the necessary action—violent rejection and repulsion of the refugees—mass murder if necessary—in the name of a form of racial self defense. This is what these MAGA people believe. This is their underlying ideology.
Raspail lets the veil fall in his Afterword, where he observes that the West has fallen prey to “the slow, cancerous progress of compassion,” which is fatal to his tribe: “whites, in a world become too small for its inhabitants, are now a minority and [the] proliferation of other races dooms our race, my race, irretrievably to extinction in the century to come, if we hold fast to our present moral principles.” You fill in the blanks.
This is terrifying, chilling stuff, an exceedingly clear call to arms for a genocidal race war, a call to return to the most horrific ideologies of the twentieth century. And this is what the people running the United States are reading and discussing: A book that advocates mass murder and genocide to preserve imagined racial purity.
Near the end of the book, a band of French soldiers is holed up in a village, going out on sorties to hunt and bag “Ganges bastards” and their white “fellow travelers.” This band of French soldiers, who view their situation with sardonic detachment, finds the entire enterprise amusing and keeps a tally of how many they’ve killed. When White Supremacist mass murderers struck in Christchurch and El Paso, dark corners of the web, in which White Supremacists and Neo-Nazis cheer these acts, featured posted “High Scores,” reflecting the body counts from the massacres. Have no doubt, everyone involved, shooters and their fanboys, all read and loved this book and its murderous ideology.
Fuck this evil garbage.
In the book, the media, the church, the UN, and human-rights groups are all villains corroding the West from within, sapping the West of its will to fight for its survival in the face of a wave of millions of nonviolent Third-World refugees who end up on the shores of Europe. The book’s villains espouse an anti-racist ideology, a utopian brotherhood of man vision that (in the book’s worldview) leaves the West helpless to preserve its way of life, its traditions, its racial purity. The “White Genocide” that’s presented as an apocalypse in the book is the slow, nonviolent mingling of races.
The writing quality (in translation) is sub-“Choose Your Own Adventure,” but one sees how Race Warriors get aroused when they imagine they see Raspail’s vision come to life in the Mediterranean, with boats full of dark-skinned, menacing, pullulating bodies, threatening to peacefully and quietly infiltrate and overwhelm an innocent white host, which has rendered itself defenseless through overly developed moral conscience.
The book is clear, in speaking through its various hero-figure sock-puppets, that the author views racism in defense of one’s people’s existence as a virtue, and that only the clear headed and brave have what it takes to take the necessary action—violent rejection and repulsion of the refugees—mass murder if necessary—in the name of a form of racial self defense. This is what these MAGA people believe. This is their underlying ideology.
Raspail lets the veil fall in his Afterword, where he observes that the West has fallen prey to “the slow, cancerous progress of compassion,” which is fatal to his tribe: “whites, in a world become too small for its inhabitants, are now a minority and [the] proliferation of other races dooms our race, my race, irretrievably to extinction in the century to come, if we hold fast to our present moral principles.” You fill in the blanks.
This is terrifying, chilling stuff, an exceedingly clear call to arms for a genocidal race war, a call to return to the most horrific ideologies of the twentieth century. And this is what the people running the United States are reading and discussing: A book that advocates mass murder and genocide to preserve imagined racial purity.
Near the end of the book, a band of French soldiers is holed up in a village, going out on sorties to hunt and bag “Ganges bastards” and their white “fellow travelers.” This band of French soldiers, who view their situation with sardonic detachment, finds the entire enterprise amusing and keeps a tally of how many they’ve killed. When White Supremacist mass murderers struck in Christchurch and El Paso, dark corners of the web, in which White Supremacists and Neo-Nazis cheer these acts, featured posted “High Scores,” reflecting the body counts from the massacres. Have no doubt, everyone involved, shooters and their fanboys, all read and loved this book and its murderous ideology.
Fuck this evil garbage.
February 21, 2017
Apocalyptische cultklassieker uit 1973 die zorgwekkend genoeg in 2015 voor het eerst in een Nederlandse vertaling uitkwam onder de titel 'Het legerkamp der heiligen' bij de omstreden extreemrechtse uitgeverij Egmont (verbonden aan de partij Vlaams Belang, geboycot door ketens als FNAC en Club en de Vlaamse Uitgevers Vereniging waardoor ze bijvoorbeeld niet op de Boekenbeurs kunnen staan). De vertaling is van de hand van Vlaams Belanger Jef Elbers, voorzitter van VB in Knokke en scenarist van onder andere 'Merlina' en 'Postbus X'. Hij moest zich in 2000 verantwoorden voor de correctionele rechtbank voor zijn racistisch lied 'Mohammed Ambras'. Meer info over deze leukerd vind je op de site van het Anti-Fascistisch Front: http://aff.skynetblogs.be/archive/201... . Of gezien van de andere (rechtse) zijde: https://rechtsactueel.com/2015/07/02/...
Het woord 'dobbernegers' is van Elbers.
Elbers' oubollige vertaling kwam midden 2016 opnieuw uit als 'De ontscheping' (een eufemistische titel die minder oudtestamentisch klinkt en de roman wegtrekt uit de apocalyptische metaforiek van de katholiek Raspail) bij de conservatieve Groningse uitgeverij 'De Blauwe tijger' (die onder meer de boeken van de controversiële Antwerpse islamcriticus Wim van Rooy uitbrengt: diens zoon Sam is politiek actief voor het Vlaams Belang en werkte voor Wilders' PVV).
Deze van een extreemrechtse zweem doordrongen editie is tot mijn grote verbazing opgenomen in het Schwob-programma van het Nederlands Letterenfonds. Ik zal hen hierover aanschrijven, om meer duiding te krijgen over hun keuze. 'De blauwe tijger' zelf heb ik reeds aangeschreven om hen te melden dat de 2de druk krioelt van ergerlijke fouten: typo's, ontbrekende woorden, taalfouten, verkeerde hoofdstuknummering, etc. Ik telde er meer dan 50: op een boek van net geen 400 pagina's is dat om de 8 pagina's een fout. Ik kreeg nog geen antwoord.
Bovenstaande feiten nemen niet weg dat 'De ontscheping' een intense leeservaring is. Het is een op vele vlakken uniek en profetisch boek. Het beschrijft hoe een massale emigratie uit de Derde Wereld naar Frankrijk leidt tot de ineenstorting van de Westerse beschaving. Een miljoen paria’s uit India zet koers naar Frankrijk op 100 oude schepen, 'de wanhopige vloot van de Ganges'. De titel refereert aan de Openbaring van Johannes, hoofdstuk 20, vers 9 : "En zij kwamen over de breedte van de aarde en omsingelden de legerplaats der heiligen en de geliefde stad".
'Le Camp des Saints' staat nu (mijns inziens onterecht) bekend als een rechtse cultroman, en Raspail als 'fascistoïde' (zelf beweert hij resoluut het tegendeel: http://www.lepoint.fr/politique/jean-...). Jammer dat de extreemrechtse lobby dit boek voor zijn kar spant. Het verdient beter dan een dergelijk odium.
Het woord 'dobbernegers' is van Elbers.
Elbers' oubollige vertaling kwam midden 2016 opnieuw uit als 'De ontscheping' (een eufemistische titel die minder oudtestamentisch klinkt en de roman wegtrekt uit de apocalyptische metaforiek van de katholiek Raspail) bij de conservatieve Groningse uitgeverij 'De Blauwe tijger' (die onder meer de boeken van de controversiële Antwerpse islamcriticus Wim van Rooy uitbrengt: diens zoon Sam is politiek actief voor het Vlaams Belang en werkte voor Wilders' PVV).
Deze van een extreemrechtse zweem doordrongen editie is tot mijn grote verbazing opgenomen in het Schwob-programma van het Nederlands Letterenfonds. Ik zal hen hierover aanschrijven, om meer duiding te krijgen over hun keuze. 'De blauwe tijger' zelf heb ik reeds aangeschreven om hen te melden dat de 2de druk krioelt van ergerlijke fouten: typo's, ontbrekende woorden, taalfouten, verkeerde hoofdstuknummering, etc. Ik telde er meer dan 50: op een boek van net geen 400 pagina's is dat om de 8 pagina's een fout. Ik kreeg nog geen antwoord.
Bovenstaande feiten nemen niet weg dat 'De ontscheping' een intense leeservaring is. Het is een op vele vlakken uniek en profetisch boek. Het beschrijft hoe een massale emigratie uit de Derde Wereld naar Frankrijk leidt tot de ineenstorting van de Westerse beschaving. Een miljoen paria’s uit India zet koers naar Frankrijk op 100 oude schepen, 'de wanhopige vloot van de Ganges'. De titel refereert aan de Openbaring van Johannes, hoofdstuk 20, vers 9 : "En zij kwamen over de breedte van de aarde en omsingelden de legerplaats der heiligen en de geliefde stad".
'Le Camp des Saints' staat nu (mijns inziens onterecht) bekend als een rechtse cultroman, en Raspail als 'fascistoïde' (zelf beweert hij resoluut het tegendeel: http://www.lepoint.fr/politique/jean-...). Jammer dat de extreemrechtse lobby dit boek voor zijn kar spant. Het verdient beter dan een dergelijk odium.
July 13, 2014
I read it around thirty years ago when it was considered a fantasy but Reagan had signed the amnesty bill and the future became clear. Like most books with an outlook it is strong in words and images but if you want to see an early view of what is happening now in Europe and of course in the USA then find it and read. Public libraries likely won't carry it since it is politically incorrect but you can find it online either on websites or in print. You'll find left wing types that give it a one star rating so consider the source. The writing is what it is but the ideas stand on their own and are now proven by events. In the book Raspail describes how we will be destroyed the invaders who bring with them all of the wonderful things that cause their toil and misery from where they came. All they want is the fruits of our labor. Notice the foolish religious leaders that somehow think they are benefitting mankind. In most cases this book is mirrored in every town and city where a church provides illegal sanctuary for future coin droppers into the collection plate. France is almost gone now thanks to uncontrolled immigration from colonies, but we here in the USA have found a better way. Just create a welfare state and open the borders. You will see by the end of the book that the book is a script for a dystopian movie now playing at towns and cities all over America.
September 11, 2015
Hard to believe this was written in 1973. Europe offers no resistance as third-world migrants flood in by boat and ship. In Paris, foreign 'guest workers' rise up in violence against the local people. Meanwhile in America, people cower in their apartments as migrants from South America rampage on the streets. Clunky because of poor translation I suspect (at least in the version I read) but remarkably prescient about the current situation in Europe and to a lesser extent the USA. Not a pleasant read but startling to think the author imagined this 42 years ago.
March 19, 2017
Because Steve Bannon refers to this book frequently, I thought it was important to read.
So now I'm even more alarmed that someone with that mindset has such easy access to our President. This book looks upon all non-white people as poor, desperate trash, and described as swarthy and kinky-haired, (from India, really?), fornicating so much that sperm is flowing like rivers and only out to take over what wealthier countries have as they destroy "white culture", and at the same time describing humans that behave humanely with derision. We are supposed to look upon the survivors of a village, (that have said all along that you need to kill these boat people, that have a tally sheet of how many blacks they have killed and talk with nostalgia about the sixteen year old prostitutes they enjoyed back when white culture reigned), with admiration and then have pity when eventually they are all killed. The world has turned upside down. Saints became devils and devils became saints.
But not to be too flip, I am concerned that we have people, in our country of immigrants, that don't recognize and appreciate how culture, like language, grows and changes. What is white culture anyways? How many of us are actually purely white, or purely anything? Who doesn't eat food or listen to music or look at art that has come from other countries and mish mashed with what we have here already? Colors of skin have been changing all along and always will.
But back to the book. Besides the hate, xenophobia and racism the book came across has a vehicle for the author's diatribes. So many characters went on and on, expousing their thoughts and ridiculing anyone that didn't think like them, it just got boring.
I wouldn't recommend this to my friends or family looking for a well-written, interesting book. There are better dystopian novels out there.
So now I'm even more alarmed that someone with that mindset has such easy access to our President. This book looks upon all non-white people as poor, desperate trash, and described as swarthy and kinky-haired, (from India, really?), fornicating so much that sperm is flowing like rivers and only out to take over what wealthier countries have as they destroy "white culture", and at the same time describing humans that behave humanely with derision. We are supposed to look upon the survivors of a village, (that have said all along that you need to kill these boat people, that have a tally sheet of how many blacks they have killed and talk with nostalgia about the sixteen year old prostitutes they enjoyed back when white culture reigned), with admiration and then have pity when eventually they are all killed. The world has turned upside down. Saints became devils and devils became saints.
But not to be too flip, I am concerned that we have people, in our country of immigrants, that don't recognize and appreciate how culture, like language, grows and changes. What is white culture anyways? How many of us are actually purely white, or purely anything? Who doesn't eat food or listen to music or look at art that has come from other countries and mish mashed with what we have here already? Colors of skin have been changing all along and always will.
But back to the book. Besides the hate, xenophobia and racism the book came across has a vehicle for the author's diatribes. So many characters went on and on, expousing their thoughts and ridiculing anyone that didn't think like them, it just got boring.
I wouldn't recommend this to my friends or family looking for a well-written, interesting book. There are better dystopian novels out there.
Shelved as 'goldfinch-in-juice'
March 5, 2017Maybe Rump don't read, but his racist buddy Bannon apparently reads. And when he reads he saves it all up for racist shit like this (pretty sure his anti-immigration stuff is not based upon facts in Sweden). One step below even an A*n R**d if that's possible. And we'll assume ::
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July 18, 2014
Excellent, thoughtful read. Perhaps the most politically incorrect book I've ever read. There is certainly room to challenge his conclusions but one must marvel over his prediction of events in the US today.
November 25, 2019
I know, of course, that most of our people consider it inhuman and unthinkable to throw armed might against a weary, starving, and defenseless opponent. Yes, I know how they feel. At yet, my friends, the fact is this: cowardice toward the weak is cowardice at its most subtle, and, indeed, its most deadly.
Is there any greater joy than coming across a passage in a book that just freezes your eyes in place? A passage that sums up the book so deliciously that your tastebuds literally moisten?
But we will get to why it did that. We have so much ground to traverse.
The Camp of the Saints is about one million Indians transcending into a hive mind, or a gigantic beast. The collective thoughts of this antiworld are expressed and directed by a man repeatedly titled turd eater who bears aloft his grotesquely deformed son, repeatedly titled little monster. This cascade of human flesh find a hundred rusty boats and head off to Southern France. Ninety-nine of these derelicts and 800,000 of these hordes make it there, having used their own feces as fuel to cook food. When not eating, the anthill hosts mass-orgies and murder those bleeding hearts rendering aid. The West generally, and the French in particular, apparently lack the moral fibre to resist with deadly force this multibeast and chooze to flee the landing site while a fifth column of France's Leftist rejects and resident Third World workers undermine the state internally. Spurred on by the success of the numberless miserable mass, the Third World overwhelms the West with further waves of migration. It is a symbolic book, apparently, which basically means imagine what you want to suit your position.
Is this book racist?
Yes. Unequivocally. Read the above quotes. Or read his introduction to the 1985 edition where he confirms it through his denial:
Our world was shaped within an extraordinary variety of cultures and races, that could only develop to their ultimate and singular perfection through a necessary segregation. The confrontations that flow (and have always flowed) from this, are not racist, nor even racial. They are simply part of the permanent flow of opposing forces that shape the history of the world. The weak fade and disappear, the strong multiply and triumph.
Or this quote in the book:
And so, once again, opinion was shaped to believe that racism in the cause of self-defense is the scourge of humanity.
Or this one:
That scorn of a people for other races, the knowledge that one's own is best, the triumphant joy at feeling oneself to be part of humanity's finest…
Or, if you are wondering if he might be talking about “culture:”
…it is there that the destiny of white people is sealed.
Is this book dumb?
Raspail is totally at sea with his definitions. Part of the problem with "white supremacy" is working out what is “white” and what is “supremacy.”
Raspail praises Australian immigration law for favouring Greeks, Italians, Spaniards, English and French, failing to note that virtually every one of those groups have been considered “non-white” at some stage? “White” is an exclusionary term. Where it suits a white supremacist may co-opt groups to buttress its position, like the formerly despised Irish, but you can expect graduations of whiteness. Grades of racial exclusion date at least as far back as the Macedonians ruling Alexander the Great's empire, to colonial empires, to the Third Reich, all of them confusing and often amended to suit immediate needs. It is almost as though race is an amorphous term with limited definitional value.
As for the “supremacy” part (whether racial or cultural), apparently the West’s core values are:
* Playing Mozart continuously.
* Having nice things.
* Having sex in the missionary position for the sole
purpose of procreation.
* Killing non-whites (Like the War Between the States, when my side is defeated and I join the Ku Klux Klan to murder myself some blacks).
Jean, Jean, Jean, where is your passion? This book is full of whinging about moral decay and mental midgets. He’s so downcast and uninspiring and, judging from description upon description of pretty unsatisfactory sex in this book, somewhat impotent. When he writes It's man's things that really define him, far more than the play of ideas, he’s sold the West as a thief, jealous and fearful of those seeking the return of their stolen goods. How dull, Jean.
In partial fairness, Jean creates an Indian character who describes white supremacy as an idea that he can be part of. In absolute fairness, this is stupid, particularly in the context of this book which has failed to describe any idea of white supremacy other than ethnically. I do not reject that there could be non-white supporters of white supremacy, but to consider those supporters as equals kind of undermines the whole point of white supremacy. It starts to make it an amorphous term with limited definitional value. I think we have described this issue already.
Separately, I have seen the word “prescient” used in describing this work. I’m still working out how it is prescient to be aware of the concept of immigration and go “Let’s make them horrible, put them all on a boat and make them have group-sex.” Like I said, it’s a symbolic book.
Is this book moral cowardice?
The Camp of the Saints posits a hyperbolic scenario to draw our stances into sharper contrast: What is Western Civilization? To what extent can we accept immigrants from countries that don’t espouse those values? Can we find the moral courage to make the “hard” choices? To draw a line on what we can accept and to say no to what we can’t? As the global population changes, and the split between the haves and have nots both shifts in proportion and widens in terms of the gap, what shall we do, and what shall we protect?
You can have a debate about immigration. You can even pay attention to the difficulties of assimilation versus multiculturalism, or a combination of them. A good example are the waves of Somalian refugees coming to Canada. Multiple governments welcomed them, but arguably failed to provide ongoing support, leading to issues of unemployment and disaffection. Understandably the Somalis chose to live in close proximity (occasionally at the direction of the government), giving rise to perceptions of ghettoization. This is not to bash Canada, who graciously tolerated me for a year, nor to suggest it was wrong for them to accept Somalis. What I am saying is that simply accepting people into one's country and giving them no more thought is moral cowardice and, ironically, Raspail does understand that point. His answer to that problem is an unequal segregation which is both horrible and horribly impractical.
But that is not his moral cowardice. Instead, it is his deliberate dehumanisation of the Third World as a monolithic whole. He takes its poorest members and makes its spokesman literally eat shit. He makes the North African workers in his own country violent thugs chafing to overthrow their French masters. He asks the us wield the baton and stamp the jackboot upon the powerless.
Raspail can’t face up to the fact that there are people that are the same as us in everything but opportunity. He perceives an issue with overpopulation and determines the only way to solve the problem is by denying humanity to much of the globe. Maybe we can’t take them in. Maybe our society couldn’t handle it, whether for good or selfish reasons. But we should at least be honest about it.
So that's why I found that quote so delicious. Unintentionally he admits his cowardice towards the weary, starving and defenceless opponent.
He can't face them for who they really are, so he makes them a monster. Like he writes, it is a symbolic book.
Is there any greater joy than coming across a passage in a book that just freezes your eyes in place? A passage that sums up the book so deliciously that your tastebuds literally moisten?
But we will get to why it did that. We have so much ground to traverse.
The Camp of the Saints is about one million Indians transcending into a hive mind, or a gigantic beast. The collective thoughts of this antiworld are expressed and directed by a man repeatedly titled turd eater who bears aloft his grotesquely deformed son, repeatedly titled little monster. This cascade of human flesh find a hundred rusty boats and head off to Southern France. Ninety-nine of these derelicts and 800,000 of these hordes make it there, having used their own feces as fuel to cook food. When not eating, the anthill hosts mass-orgies and murder those bleeding hearts rendering aid. The West generally, and the French in particular, apparently lack the moral fibre to resist with deadly force this multibeast and chooze to flee the landing site while a fifth column of France's Leftist rejects and resident Third World workers undermine the state internally. Spurred on by the success of the numberless miserable mass, the Third World overwhelms the West with further waves of migration. It is a symbolic book, apparently, which basically means imagine what you want to suit your position.
Is this book racist?
Yes. Unequivocally. Read the above quotes. Or read his introduction to the 1985 edition where he confirms it through his denial:
Our world was shaped within an extraordinary variety of cultures and races, that could only develop to their ultimate and singular perfection through a necessary segregation. The confrontations that flow (and have always flowed) from this, are not racist, nor even racial. They are simply part of the permanent flow of opposing forces that shape the history of the world. The weak fade and disappear, the strong multiply and triumph.
Or this quote in the book:
And so, once again, opinion was shaped to believe that racism in the cause of self-defense is the scourge of humanity.
Or this one:
That scorn of a people for other races, the knowledge that one's own is best, the triumphant joy at feeling oneself to be part of humanity's finest…
Or, if you are wondering if he might be talking about “culture:”
…it is there that the destiny of white people is sealed.
Is this book dumb?
Raspail is totally at sea with his definitions. Part of the problem with "white supremacy" is working out what is “white” and what is “supremacy.”
Raspail praises Australian immigration law for favouring Greeks, Italians, Spaniards, English and French, failing to note that virtually every one of those groups have been considered “non-white” at some stage? “White” is an exclusionary term. Where it suits a white supremacist may co-opt groups to buttress its position, like the formerly despised Irish, but you can expect graduations of whiteness. Grades of racial exclusion date at least as far back as the Macedonians ruling Alexander the Great's empire, to colonial empires, to the Third Reich, all of them confusing and often amended to suit immediate needs. It is almost as though race is an amorphous term with limited definitional value.
As for the “supremacy” part (whether racial or cultural), apparently the West’s core values are:
* Playing Mozart continuously.
* Having nice things.
* Having sex in the missionary position for the sole
purpose of procreation.
* Killing non-whites (Like the War Between the States, when my side is defeated and I join the Ku Klux Klan to murder myself some blacks).
Jean, Jean, Jean, where is your passion? This book is full of whinging about moral decay and mental midgets. He’s so downcast and uninspiring and, judging from description upon description of pretty unsatisfactory sex in this book, somewhat impotent. When he writes It's man's things that really define him, far more than the play of ideas, he’s sold the West as a thief, jealous and fearful of those seeking the return of their stolen goods. How dull, Jean.
In partial fairness, Jean creates an Indian character who describes white supremacy as an idea that he can be part of. In absolute fairness, this is stupid, particularly in the context of this book which has failed to describe any idea of white supremacy other than ethnically. I do not reject that there could be non-white supporters of white supremacy, but to consider those supporters as equals kind of undermines the whole point of white supremacy. It starts to make it an amorphous term with limited definitional value. I think we have described this issue already.
Separately, I have seen the word “prescient” used in describing this work. I’m still working out how it is prescient to be aware of the concept of immigration and go “Let’s make them horrible, put them all on a boat and make them have group-sex.” Like I said, it’s a symbolic book.
Is this book moral cowardice?
The Camp of the Saints posits a hyperbolic scenario to draw our stances into sharper contrast: What is Western Civilization? To what extent can we accept immigrants from countries that don’t espouse those values? Can we find the moral courage to make the “hard” choices? To draw a line on what we can accept and to say no to what we can’t? As the global population changes, and the split between the haves and have nots both shifts in proportion and widens in terms of the gap, what shall we do, and what shall we protect?
You can have a debate about immigration. You can even pay attention to the difficulties of assimilation versus multiculturalism, or a combination of them. A good example are the waves of Somalian refugees coming to Canada. Multiple governments welcomed them, but arguably failed to provide ongoing support, leading to issues of unemployment and disaffection. Understandably the Somalis chose to live in close proximity (occasionally at the direction of the government), giving rise to perceptions of ghettoization. This is not to bash Canada, who graciously tolerated me for a year, nor to suggest it was wrong for them to accept Somalis. What I am saying is that simply accepting people into one's country and giving them no more thought is moral cowardice and, ironically, Raspail does understand that point. His answer to that problem is an unequal segregation which is both horrible and horribly impractical.
But that is not his moral cowardice. Instead, it is his deliberate dehumanisation of the Third World as a monolithic whole. He takes its poorest members and makes its spokesman literally eat shit. He makes the North African workers in his own country violent thugs chafing to overthrow their French masters. He asks the us wield the baton and stamp the jackboot upon the powerless.
Raspail can’t face up to the fact that there are people that are the same as us in everything but opportunity. He perceives an issue with overpopulation and determines the only way to solve the problem is by denying humanity to much of the globe. Maybe we can’t take them in. Maybe our society couldn’t handle it, whether for good or selfish reasons. But we should at least be honest about it.
So that's why I found that quote so delicious. Unintentionally he admits his cowardice towards the weary, starving and defenceless opponent.
He can't face them for who they really are, so he makes them a monster. Like he writes, it is a symbolic book.
March 12, 2017
In 1925, we had Mein Kamph. Everybody knows where that led.
In 1978, the white supremacist nut-job William Luther Pierce (using the pseudonym "Andrew Macdonald") wrote The Turner Diaries, which in 1995 inspired Timothy McVeigh to blow up the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City.
Now, in 2017, a third controversial book is emerging, one that may be instrumental in the formation of US foreign policy. Jean Raspail's apocalyptic 1973 novel The Camp of the Saints describes the destruction of Western Civilization by the third-world refugee masses that overwhelm the "white race."
The Camp of the Saints has not been well known in the US, although the December 1994 issue of the Atlantic invoked the novel in an article titled "Must It Be the Rest Against the West?"
Fast forward to today, 2017. Steve Bannon is making references to this book.
“It’s been almost a Camp of the Saints-type invasion into Central and then Western and Northern Europe” (October 2015).
“The whole thing in Europe is all about immigration. It’s a global issue today — this kind of global Camp of the Saints” (January 2016)
“It’s not a migration. It’s really an invasion. I call it the Camp of the Saints.” (January 2016)
“When we first started talking about this a year ago, we called it the Camp of the Saints. … I mean, this is Camp of the Saints, isn’t it?” (April 2016)
Steve Bannon has Trump's ear.
Holy shit.
In 1978, the white supremacist nut-job William Luther Pierce (using the pseudonym "Andrew Macdonald") wrote The Turner Diaries, which in 1995 inspired Timothy McVeigh to blow up the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City.
Now, in 2017, a third controversial book is emerging, one that may be instrumental in the formation of US foreign policy. Jean Raspail's apocalyptic 1973 novel The Camp of the Saints describes the destruction of Western Civilization by the third-world refugee masses that overwhelm the "white race."
The Camp of the Saints has not been well known in the US, although the December 1994 issue of the Atlantic invoked the novel in an article titled "Must It Be the Rest Against the West?"
Fast forward to today, 2017. Steve Bannon is making references to this book.
“It’s been almost a Camp of the Saints-type invasion into Central and then Western and Northern Europe” (October 2015).
“The whole thing in Europe is all about immigration. It’s a global issue today — this kind of global Camp of the Saints” (January 2016)
“It’s not a migration. It’s really an invasion. I call it the Camp of the Saints.” (January 2016)
“When we first started talking about this a year ago, we called it the Camp of the Saints. … I mean, this is Camp of the Saints, isn’t it?” (April 2016)
Steve Bannon has Trump's ear.
Holy shit.
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