From NZ National Front
In 1973 my mother realized she could gain a better life for herself, my sister and I, if we emigrated to New Zealand.
Interestingly, one of the deciding factors in my mother’s decision-making, even as far back as the early 1970’s, was the already apparent social ethnic disharmony in our south London environment.
We arrived in Auckland in January of 1974 to find a largely homogeneous White European, nominally Christian society living alongside the existing Maori population. It was peaceful, clean, warm and beautiful. And relative to what we had come from … virtually no crime at all. As a 13-year-old lad from London, paddling chest deep in the crystal clear, warm waters of the Whangaparoa Peninsula, life was looking very good, indeed.
Over the years, we have seen a steady increase in the number of foreigners calling N.Z. home. The ubiquitous Indian corner dairy. The Chinese market garden.
Now, when you go into a bottle shop the chances are high you will be served by another friendly Indian. That’s right, they are friendly enough in most cases, and I don’t want to imply that the service would be any more, or less friendly, or the prices any cheaper if the proprietor was of European descent. Their behavior isn’t the point … the point at issue isn’t about them … it’s about us. It is our survival as a cultural and racial group that is at stake, and as such, the behavior of other ethnic groups in our society is not the core issue.
(Whites are actually about 600 to 700 million … or just 8% of the World Population.)
In amongst the global catastrophe that is gripping the White indigenous populations of the world, it is our identity that is being threatened. White people are called “racists” if we resist or speak out against our own soft genocide. >>con’t to FULL ARTICLE