Sisters separated for centuries. Many, many centuries. That’s how you could describe English and Hindi, the main language of India. They have a common ancestor in Proto-Indo-European, a prehistoric language spoken about 5,000 years ago on the Pontic-Caspian steppe north of the Black and Caspian Seas. Since then, they’ve moved apart and evolved independently. But despite the size of the separation in time and space, it’s surprising how similar English and Hindi still are. For a native speaker of English, the neighboring language of Welsh is much stranger and more exotic than the distant language of Hindi.¹ If Hindi is linguistic marijuana, then Welsh is linguistic LSD. So maybe the biggest difference between English and Hindi is found in their scripts. It’s the Roman alphabet for English, the Devanagari alphabet for Hindi.

Those two alphabets are very different. Using one is like driving a Ferrari. Using the other is like driving an ox-cart. And which is which? Well, as an ignorant, inbred, white-supremacist racist, I’m bound to say that the Roman alphabet is the Ferrari, amn’t I? Nope. The Roman alphabet is the ox-cart. It’s the Devanagari alphabet that’s the Ferrari. Any non-Indian who wants an intellectual and aesthetic adventure should learn the Devanagari alphabet.² Its phonetic arrangement reflects the early and astonishing sophistication of past Indian civilization, which was once centuries ahead of the West in fields like linguistics, mathematics, physiology and psychology. Ancient Indian philosophy too was highly advanced and had a profound influence on much later Western philosophers like Schopenhauer and Nietzsche. And what we call Arabic numerals should really be called “Indian numerals.” Like the non-White Babylonians and Mayans, the non-White Indians invented the apparently banal but actually world-shaking concept of zero, that is, of a symbol for nothing.³ There’s a good case that India was for centuries the Axis Mentis Mundi, the axle on which the world’s mind turned, because Indian ideas and ideologies influenced the whole of Eurasia from Ireland in the far west to Japan in the far east.

The problem is that nowadays India is exporting not helpful ideas but harmful people. Very large numbers of harmful people. I am happy to acknowledge the greatness of ancient India and the sophisticated legacy that she left to modern India. But modern Indians have innovated most notably in the field of filth and pollution, using Western technology to cloak Bharat Mata, Mother India, in ugly garbage, choking fumes and toxic waste. And those modern Indians also retain the rest of ancient India’s legacy: disease, barbarism, cruelty and corruption. Take the native Indian religion of Hinduism. Except that it isn’t truly a single religion, rather it’s a mutually hostile family of very different or contradictory religions.

“A hotel porter”

In Western terms, Hinduism encompasses everything from monotheism, polytheism and pantheism to Satanism, atheism and black magic; everything from the most refined and abstract philosophizing to the crudest and stupidest superstitions. What it does not encompass is any strong encouragement for ethics in public and private life. India is notoriously corrupt and badly governed. It’s also notoriously polluted and diseased. Hinduism presides all of that. It also presides some of the cruellest and most sadistic behavior found anywhere in the world. Some deluded Westerners regard Hinduism as a religion of gentle, pacifist vegetarians. I’d repeat that it isn’t a single religion and that in Christian terms countless Hindus worship demons. Here’s one of those demons, the blade-flaunting, blood-drinking, skull-sporting death-goddess Kali, whose name literally means “The Black One”:

Indians are non-Whites whose culture creates and venerates images like the above. Are they good people to import into the West in any numbers at all, let alone by the millions? The answer is obviously no. And that answer is confirmed by an image of Kali created entirely on British soil (see above on the right). The painting, called Housewives With Steak Knives (1985), is a “self-portrait […] as the multi-armed Hindu Goddess Kali” by Sutapa Biswas, an Indian woman who obviously hates and feels resentment towards White men. She also undoubtedly hates and is envious of White women, whose pale skin and richly varied hair-colors and eye-colors place them at the top of the female sexual hierarchy. After all, just like Black culture, Indian culture equates paler skin with greater female attractiveness. For the attitude of Indian men to White women, just read this story from the Guardian:

The former X Factor contestant Lucy Spraggan has revealed she was raped by a hotel porter during the production of the ITV show in 2012. In her new memoir, Process: Finding My Way Through, Spraggan details the devastating impact the assault had on the subsequent decade of her life, and how she felt let down by ITV. She said the rape took place after a night celebrating fellow contestant Rylan Clark’s 25th birthday at the Mayfair nightclub Mahiki, which was attended by X Factor crew.

“It was inappropriate for anybody – including contestants – to be drunk,” she said in an interview with the Guardian. “How can you fulfil your duty of care when free alcohol is involved?” Spraggan said she passed out and was escorted back to the hotel by a member of the production team, where a hotel porter offered to help get Spraggan to her room. As they left, the porter flipped the security latch on her door to prevent it locking behind them.

Some time later, Clark checked in on an unconscious Spraggan and made sure her door was locked when he left. When the porter later returned to Spraggan’s room in order to attack her, he had to use a traceable keycard. “I woke up the next day with this sense of sheer dread,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt that level of confusion since. I knew that I’d been raped, but I could not process that. So I put my clothes on and went into autopilot.” Though the production team called the police and an arrest was quickly made, Spraggan said she believed they were “unprepared” to deal with what had happened. (“Lucy Spraggan reveals she was sexually attacked during X Factor,” The Guardian, 15^th July 2023)

There was typical Guardian censorship in that article, because it didn’t reveal that the “hotel porter” who committed the rape was an Indian called Soby John. There was also typical Indian deviousness in the crime. And typical Indian rape-culture. But let’s be fair: there aren’t yet enough Indians in the West for us to have seen here what Indian rapists have achieved back in Mother India. For example, this is a name in the subtle and scientific Devanagari alphabet: निर्भया. In the crude and confused Roman alphabet,⁴ it’s transliterated as Nirbhaya. Meaning “The Fearless One,” it was the name given to a young Indian woman whose horrible fate came to represent India’s status, hailed in its own Hindu newspaper, as the rape-capital of the world. In 2012 Nirbhaya was kidnapped and gang-raped by six Indian men on a bus in New Delhi. The men also attacked her sexually with two metal rods, causing “massive damage to her genitals, uterus and intestines.” That was one half of how the rape painted a very ugly portrait of modern India. The other half came when the Indian government sent Nirbhaya for treatment thousands of miles away in clean, efficient, Chinese-ruled Singapore. That was how much the government trusted the competence of Indian doctors. But even Singapore couldn’t save her, although before she died of her injuries she asked for her attackers to be burned alive.

That’s what her parents claimed, at least. If they’re right, she didn’t get her wish. Four of the attackers were eventually hanged and one committed suicide in prison (the sixth was a juvenile and served only a three-year sentence). But burning people alive is an ancient tradition in India: suttee or sati, the ritual death-by-fire of widows, was abolished not by Indians themselves but by the British Raj in the nineteenth century. Today in India, throwing paraffin and applying a match flourishes as a convenient means to dispose of inconvenient spouses, relatives-in-law and so on. Also still flourishing is the ancient Indian tradition of poisoning. Here’s a line from the narrator of Rudyard Kipling’s “In the House of Suddhoo” (1886): “I am afraid that the seal-cutter will die of cholera — the white arsenic kind — about the middle of May.” Kipling had a very powerful imagination, but I’m sure he could never imagined that Britain and America would one day be importing millions of the Indians whose culture and customs made his stories so rich, fascinating and horrifying.

Intoxicating charm and brain-freezing horror

Kipling is, of course, now dismissed as a racist and White supremacist by leftists who don’t have half of his intelligence or a tenth of his talent. In fact, he had compassion for Indians in a way that Indians themselves didn’t. Take his story “Beyond the Pale” (1888), whose ironic title refers both to the pale skin of Whites and to “pale” in the sense of a fence or boundary. The story begins with this horrifyingly racist and entirely sensible advice: “A man should, whatever happens, keep to his own caste, race and breed. Let the White go to the White and the Black to the Black. Then, whatever trouble falls is in the ordinary course of things — neither sudden, alien nor unexpected.” The story then describes a love-affair between a misguided White man called Trajego and a beautiful young Indian widow called Bisesa (meaning “The Special One”), who’s been confined to a single room by her relatives after the death of her husband. Like Kipling himself, Trajego knows Indian languages and culture very well; unlike Kipling, he doesn’t know enough. During the affair, he sees some of the intoxicating beauty and charm of India. And then, following a quarrel with his brown-skinned lover, he sees a little of the brain-freezing horror:

A week, and then three weeks, passed without a sign from Bisesa. Trejago, thinking that the rupture had lasted quite long enough, went down to Amir Nath’s Gully for the fifth time in the three weeks, hoping that his rap at the sill of the shifting grating would be answered. He was not disappointed.

There was a young moon, and one stream of light fell down into Amir Nath’s Gully, and struck the grating, which was drawn away as he knocked. From the black dark, Bisesa held out her arms into the moonlight. Both hands had been cut off at the wrists, and the stumps were nearly healed.

Then, as Bisesa bowed her head between her arms and sobbed, some one in the room grunted like a wild beast, and something sharp — knife, sword or spear — thrust at Trejago in his boorka. The stroke missed his body, but cut into one of the muscles of the groin, and he limped slightly from the wound for the rest of his days. (“Beyond the Pale,” 1888)

It’s precisely because Kipling understood Indian culture so well and sympathized with Indians so deeply that he would have thought Western governments both evil and insane to import Indians into the West. He was a literary giant, so it isn’t surprising today that resentful leftist dwarves want to topple him and heap him with opprobrium. In his stories of India under the British Raj, he didn’t portray Whites as inexcusable sinners or Indians as immaculate saints. Instead, he was a race-realist, which is why he’s now called a racist. Even worse from the leftist perspective, he was also a realist about the sexes and about how men can be victims of women. If anyone thinks that Bisesa was a typically powerless Indian woman, either they haven’t read Kipling or they haven’t known any Indian women. They also haven’t seen an image of Kali or followed the career of Priti Patel, the hugely ambitious, aggressive and obnoxious Indian woman who served as Home Secretary under the part-Jewish, part-Turkish Boris Johnson.

For her aggression and ruthlessness, Patel has been aptly likened to a piranha. Can you guess who did the likening? It was her own husband, who called her “my personal piranha.” He was joking, but he captured her personality perfectly. As a minister Piranha Patel mercilessly bullied her White subordinates, kicking ass downwards in true Indian fashion. But she also kissed ass upwards in true Indian fashion. There is one group in Britain she has never tired of groveling before: the tiny but extremely powerful Jewish minority. Patel is an excellent example of the growing collaboration between Jews and Jeets (the now popular nickname for Indian immivaders in the West). Unlike Jews and Muslims or Jews and Blacks, Jews and Jeets are indeed “natural allies,” because they’ve bounded over the many things they have in common: high intelligence, low ethics, greed, ethnocentrism, hostility to Muslims, and hatred and resentment of Whites.⁵ Okay, Piranha Patel isn’t highly intelligent, but she otherwise formed a perfect partnership with the pedo-punim’d Lord Polak, head of Conservative Friends of Israel. As I described in “A Shameless Shabbos Shiksa” in 2017, when she was a minister she accompanied Polak to a whole series of secret, unrecorded and officially unsanctioned meetings with Israeli officials like Benjamin Netanyahu. We still don’t know anything at all of what was discussed or promised at the meetings, which took place all over the world.

But we can be absolutely sure of one thing: Piranha Patel was not pursuing the interests of British Whites. Instead, she was pursuing the interests of Jews and Jeets. After all, it’s Jews who have the power to put Jeets like Patel where they want to be: at the top of politics, business, media and academia, ready to apply their Jeet-propelled powers of corruption, ethnic nepotism and anti-White subversion. Britain had a taster of Jew-Jeet collaboration under Tony Blair, the shabbos goy whose Machiavellian Jewish puppet-master (and long-rumored lover) Peter Mandelson conspired with the billionaire Hinduja family to circumvent British laws and introduce Indian corruption to stale pale British politics. But that was minor stuff when set beside the Jew-Jeet collaboration that resulted in the Boriswave, the huge increase in already ruinously high Third-World immigration overseen by those staunch Friends of Israel Boris Johnson and Priti Patel. Johnson won a landslide victory in 2019 thanks to the votes of working-class Whites who foolishly trusted him to complete Brexit and close the borders. He and the Piranha Patel repaid those voters by opening the borders even wider than traitorous Tony Blair and the White-hating Jew Barbara Roche.

The Boriswave will drain many billions of pounds from Whites in welfare and fraud, and will result in countless Whites suffering murder, rape and other violence from non-Whites who have no right to be on British soil. It was a crime against White Britain that will one day, I hope, see Boris Johnson hanged and Piranha Patel imprisoned for life. Why do I want hanging for Johnson and only imprisonment for Patel? Well, Johnson is part White, so he’s a traitor to White Britain. Patel is entirely non-White, so she isn’t a traitor to White Britain. Yes, she’s a criminal, but she’s done only what non-Whites will inevitably do in the West: pursue their own advantage at the expense of Whites.

That’s as true in Britain as it is in America, where the Jew-Jeet alliance is just as firm as it is in Britain. Even when Jeets aren’t relying on direct help from Jews to subvert and strangle America, they can rely on Jewish ideology to smooth their way to subversion. Inspired by the lying Jewish concept of America as “a nation of immigrants,” Indian politicians in America are now demanding a fully fledged “Indian American Heritage Month” in July. After all, says Meenakshi Ahamed in the Atlantic: “Indian immigrants have helped make this country great. America has long needed Indian immigrants, and it still does.” In true Indian fashion, he is lying. White America became great many decades before Jeets began pouring in with their ancient culture of corruption, cruelty and ethnic nepotism. Jeetification is making modern America less great by the day. What White Americans need from Jeets is exactly the same as what they need from Jews: swift and secure separation. To adapt a false claim made by the Jewish feminist Gloria Steinem about women and men: the West needs Indians like a fish needs a bicycle.

• “India: It’s Worse Than You Think” – the Indian insider Jayant Bhandari takes Whites on a guided tour of the pooper-human sub-continent

• “Predation Wearing the Mask of Civilization” – more from Jayant Bhandari on India

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