Wolfi and White Supremacy? What Happened and What it Means
From The Conjure House
“Germanhood does indeed divide itself into different peoples and tribes, i.e.beehives; but the individual who has the quality of being a German is still as powerless as the isolated bee. And yet only individuals can enter into union with each other, and all alliances and leagues of peoples are and remain mechanical compoundings, because those who come together, at least so far as the “peoples” are regarded as the ones that have come together, are destitute of will….
Now the Nationals are exerting themselves to set up the abstract, lifeless unity of beehood; but the self-owned are going to fight for the unity willed by their own will, for union. This is the token of all reactionary wishes, that they want to set up something general, abstract, an empty, lifeless concept, in distinction from which the self-owned aspire to relieve the robust, lively particular from the trashy burden of generalities. The reactionaries would be glad to smite a people, a nation, forth from the earth; the self-owned have before their eyes only themselves…How ridiculously sentimental when one German grasps another’s hand and presses it with sacred awe because ‘he too is a German!'” – Max Stirner, The Ego and Its Own
This is a story about lies, cheapness, and the destruction of a seven-year project in the blink of an eye. It’s about idiocy, sheer blindness, and a willfullness to ignorance that would make even the most Catholic among us blush. It is a tale of Wolfi Landstreicher associating an entire philosophy with the most putrid of politics for a few dollars in his bank account.
It is a warning to support the artists you like as well as a desperate example of how former idols can be found lacking.
But what need we for idols? Nothing sacred, wasn’t that the call? A cold and indifferent glance on anything that didn’t arise within us? A scandal is on the horizon comrades, can you not hear it? Let us turn our frosty eyes outwards comrades. Let us see the mess all of us have been dragged into.
The New Insurrectionists
Egoism, as a philosophy, was finally getting back on its feet after 100 years. The same ideas that once that inspired Ravachol to bomb class enemies and Marius Jacob to burglarize bosses, judges, soldiers, and the clergy seemed to be on the horizon once more. Across the web and across the globe the traditional Anarchism of street marches and charity work was giving way to a delightful thirst for bombs, fire, and riots.
There are many reasons for this, one being the fact that Anarchism had become far to close to liberalism for the tastes of many, becoming a “liberatory philosophy” with almost no class consciousness, no economic underpinning, and one that preferred battles over language to actual combat. These are the same people who claimed the Black Bloc was a “patriarchal” and “racist” form of protest simply because it was favored by Europeans; the same Anarchism that, with a straight face, considers who gets to wear dreadlocks as one of the defining questions of our generation.
To debate these people was less an exchange of ideas and more of an incoherent screeching where every argument you made would be ignored. Individualism, and those who espoused it, were written off as “a parade of angry white dudes mansplaining about ‘edgy’ books that almost no one has read and were written over a hundred years ago.”
To the many women, non-binary, and trans folks who saw within Egoism the liberation of their Unique this was a slap in the face, let alone the anti-colonialists. To anybody that was tired of being told they would only ever be a demographic in a culture they had no hand in shaping this was a very clear sign they were unwelcome. Individualists and Insurrectionists, the growing trend across the planet, couldn’t understand the strange echo chamber that Anarchism had become.
They cried for justice, we wanted revenge.
We persisted. We bought guns and watched the FAI tear ass across the planet. We knew the world might not be saved so we aimed to save ourselves, our interactions based on reciprocity, on comradeship, and above all voluntary interaction free from the spooks of Class, Race, or Gender. While the Left debated the politics of burritos in Portland we Egoists read Insurrection News with unhinged glee as IMF officials received letter bombs and banks got the torch. We felt on the cusp of something, something great, and felt as if our generation might finally make the leap from protest to actual Class Warfare. We saw the destruction of class society as not only beneficial but necessary to our own individuality:
“Insurrection begins with the desire of individuals to break out of constrained and controlled circumstances, the desire to reappropriate the capacity to create one’s own life as one sees fit. This requires that they overcome the separation between them and their conditions of existence. Where the few, the privileged, control the conditions of existence, it is not possible for most individuals to truly determine their existence on their terms. Individuality can only flourish where equality of access to the conditions of existence is the social reality.”
We wanted more, and then some, and to do so would require at least that people understand who we were as individuals. We wanted to be understood and to be pigeon-holed due to the misreading of a philosophy would serve none of us. Individually and in conversations together we gambled that a rise in individualists desiring to be free would increase the probability of a general revolt and with it our own freedom. We found both the slaver and the slave disgusting, and desired the oppressed to rise with us in armed joy not for the sake of a new master but for themselves.
So we did the long, long work of getting people to understand just what the fuck we were talking about, not out of a desire to win converts but because the spread of such ideas would make our own liberation that much easier, leading to an increase in the militant activity so absent from Anarchism and with it the destruction of the material existence that bound us.
I cannot stress enough these are people I know, friends and comrades. They are flesh and blood real beings who tirelessly slogged through inane ramblings to try to get the people to understand that the key to their freedom lies within them. Online and outside we sought to excite the people, to provoke them, to stir them up against the old world that owned them.
Into the tireless work of countless Egoists dropped a new translation of Stirner’s great work, written by what many believed to be a pinnacle of Post-Left authorship. Now armed with an updated and breathless translation we were sure the people would see what we’d seen, know what we knew, and give help us give birth to a new era of insurrectionary desire.
This can still be the case but not before we clean house. Some foul things are stirring and are keeping me awake. What shape is twisting in the darkness, and why is it taking pictures with Richard Spencer?
A Wolf In the Hen House
Wolfi Landstreicher deserves praise for translating many Egoist and insurrectionist texts, as well as incubating Insurrectionary Anarchism through the generally empty period of the 90’s. He is seen as a fantastic writer, a despooked individual, and above all someone legitimately concerned with the liberation of others.
Which is why many of us were uneasy when we saw who would be publishing his new translation.
Underworld Amusements, a small publishing outfit run by Kevin Slaughter, has published numerous Egoist works, but takes a significantly different view of what “liberation” means. The works of Stirner sit beside texts described as “UNABASHED NIETZSCHEAN ELITISM,” a weird home for a philosophy that we found devoid of any concept of hierarchy or race. We were all worried when, after many had finally received the new translation, exhalations to “learn more” at Slaughter’s sites were included in the book. For someone new to Stirner’s ideas this would be disastrous, the equivalent of handing someone a book on Marx and imploring them to “learn more” at the local Klan meeting. Rumblings, hints, and screenshots swirled among Egoists. I personally know of two individuals that sent letters to Wolfi expressing their concerns and have the emails to prove it. Still, we held out hope. Surely the great Wolfi Landstreicher would never put himself in the hands of what for all intents and purposes looked to be a rather shady individual.
We have a phrase here in the South: “trust ye no living thing and tread carefully around the Dead.”
The proverbial plane hit the mountain on the 16th of July. I was given a link by a comrade to a site of Slaughter’s, updated as late as May 2017, where he recounts with much glee his attendance at a conference for White Nationalists:
“The conference was great, but a long day. I know they’ll be posting videos of the conference, for a small fee if I’m not mistaken, at NPItv.com.
The titles of the talks from the website, I’ve added links to personal pages or most relavant, then a link to their book, if available:
Sam Dickson — The Idea and the Ideal of the Ethnostate
Alex Kurtagić — Masters of the Universe – Mister
Keith Preston — Mass Immigration and Totalitarian Humanism
Byron Roth — Multiculturalism and Ethnic Activism – The Perils of Diversity
Richard Spencer — Why HBD is Necessary
Tomislav Sunić — Prospects for a Real Nationalist Right in America – Against Democracy and Equality
James Edwards – Obama and the “R Word” – Racism Schmacism
Jared Taylor – White Identity: Why We Need It – White Identity
I had the best seat in the house, though I was only able to move once to get a different angle. Here are a few select photos from the NPI Conference…”
Kevin Slaughter had said his “own Egoism tends to a type of elitism, rather than communitarian ideals.” This wasn’t Egoism. No speakers talked about individualism, insurrection, or the fallacy of property rights. Nobody even talked about Anarchism. Instead Slaughter went down to chum it up with Richard Spencer and learn about founding a “white ethno-state.”
I sat there at my writing desk, visibly twitching and anxiously mixing beer with rum. A quick search of Slaughter’s other works on the site proved this was not a one-off excursion. The man advocated eugenics and segregation, did podcasts on how great the racist theory of the Bell Curve was, and even had his “comedy” featured on the website of notorious slime ball Jack Donovan.
This wasn’t mere “intellectual curiosity,” this was rubbing elbows with the same kind of people Stirner spat on and laughed at; he had taken a work that destroyed the ideas of race, nation, society, and gender and used it to line his own pockets WHILE AT THE SAME TIME writing about sterilizing black people and wanting to re-start Jim Crow.
None of this was hidden, and it was right out for anyone to see. I thought about all those comrades I knew that would now be stuck explaining how Stirner wasn’t racist, who hated prejudice and would now be seen as tainted with it; I thought about the nearly 8,000 people who had heard me talk about Stirner and decided they too should set their cause upon themselves, a great rattling of the probability dice towards the eventual liberation of all those I loved, and how they might feel after “learning more” on Slaughter’s garbage sites.
I thought about the money they might spend on this new translation going right into the coffers of a bigot and a fascist. I thought about what such information might turn into in the hands of someone who hadn’t a clue what “Egoism” meant.
I shuffled my cards and asked a simple question: “what would happen if I made this public?” My palms grew hot and I pulled one. The King of Spades, also known as the “cruel executioner” who mets out punishment without pity.
With that the War of All Against All was declared and I went public.
— Dr. Bones� (@Ole_Bonsey) July 14, 2017
Say It Ain’t So
The response from the Egoist milieu was one of abject disgust, and word spread like wildfire. My notifications lit up like a Japanese nuclear power plant and everyone seemed aghast. Could it be true? Could Wolfi have really done this? Had he known? Kevin Slaughter frankly didn’t give a shit, and inbetween giving the most asinine excuses he pretty well admitted he had a good time.
Everyone admitted Slaughter was a piece of shit, but the question was what Wolfi knew. His defenders rushed in, filling my inbox with desperate pleas to pull everything down until a letter could be sent to Wolfi, everyone sure that he must have been totally unaware.
These hopes were quickly dashed when Aragorn! made it clear Wolfi knew and just didn’t care.
In a weird move Wolfi, or someone close to him, posted his own response. I’ve reprinted it in full here:
Presented with these responses and trying to make sense of it all I paced across my room, talking with my wife as if we were discussing a bank robbery in broad daylight.
“Possibility: Wolfi is an old man who may be going senile, because if you are so stupid to believe somebody can’t lie to you or at the very least check out who’s publishing your book you deserve everything you have coming. Wolfi is in his 60’s and in his ‘response’ ends up sounding like your kinda-racist grandfather assuring us that ‘cops don’t kill black people’ because ‘my neighbor’s son is a cop, and he said he’d never do that.'”
My wife chuckled. “Yeah it sounded kind of…I don’t know. Confused? Or just ignorant?”
“But anyone with a fucking pulse can look over Slaughter’s shit and see he’s a scumbag. Has he never heard of google?”
“What’s the response?”
“To this situation?” I grabbed another toothpick “Well if this is pure idiocy may I suggest Wolfi check into the nearest nursing home. He fucked up, and if that’s the case let the cards fall where they may. But why not just say you didn’t know? Why not just come up and admit it?”
“What’s another other possibility?”
“Well, if Wolfi knew as Aragorn says and just didn’t care then I can delightfully say ‘fuck him.'” I threw my hands in the air. “Why you would consort with such trash is beyond me, and at this point Wolfi is wearing a blue shirt in a blood neighborhood. He knew some of the proceeds were going to go to a white nationalist, or at least a vile racist, and decided he’d try his luck. But why? Did he think people wouldn’t find out? What could possibly be the motivation?”
A new message was in my inbox from a source that desired to remain anonymous, one who gave me Wolfi’s response right off of Paul Simon’s facebook page before he posted it publicly, Paul Simon being the same person that made Wolfi aware of the controversy. This is important because it means this source is close enough to Wolfi’s crowd to actually have access to this information.
And I’m definitely going to throw it in the “Wolfi is a shithead” category.
A book seven years in the making, a new translation that could have blossomed into a renaissance for Egoism, was published through an outfit run by a racist because the motherfuckers at Little Black Cart wouldn’t pay him. Wolfi had worked on a painstaking translation and, strapped for cash, sold it to a fascist without any hesitation because he’s an idiot who can’t use the internet or because helping people who believe in racial caste systems is totally fine with him.
This whole thing could have been avoided if he just asked people to pay him directly, or even uploaded it online and asked for donations. In the end the very real material conditions of an anti-communist would push him into the arms of a profit-minded fascist.
It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so tragic.
A Tarnished Legacy
Those few individuals who rushed to Wolfi’s defense were an odd sort, primarily Gen-Xer’s who refused to believe Wolfi could be as stupid as all the evidence made him out to be. He was a hero you see, and hero’s never seem to fall in shit quite like people do. In wild tangents they called the shock of Wolfi dealing with known racists as “moralistic” while at the same time begging for mercy and charity from his accusers; everyone who had a problem with Wolfi’s blasé attitude were told they were “the real fascists” and in between fits of no doubt literal tears we were all called a bunch of assholes who ruined everything and “weren’t being fair.”
Nihilists in effect were begging for sympathy. I couldn’t help but be reminded of a movie:
Nihilist #2: Iss not fair!
Walter Sobchak: Fair! WHO’S THE FUCKING NIHILIST HERE! WHAT ARE YOU, A BUNCH OF FUCKING CRYBABIES?
Either way you cut it the evidence shows Wolfi was associating with the kind of people who believe in “racial purity” and violence against minorities. He either played dumb or didn’t fucking care. Rather than admit his mistake, rather than open his eyes to what he’s done, he’s assured us that there was nothing to see and that we should just trust the guy espousing eugenics when he says he’s not a fascist.
That’s not good enough for me and I hope it isn’t for you.
Myself and many other comrades have found it disgusting and it is our great pleasure to expose this, to acknowledge it, and to show that Egoism has no place for the bootlickers who will trade individualism for a few coins in a racist’s pocket. I proudly display the dagger in my hand and hope Slaughter makes no more money off his rotten distro. I have used and will continue to use what literary might I might have to keep an entire field of Anarchist theory from falling into the hands of Jack Donovan fan-boys. Nothing brings me greater personal joy than to see them twist in the air either metaphorically or literally from a lamp post.
Fascists are not welcome here. Egoism is our property and so we make our attack to force such wretched vileness out of our ranks and back into the race-worshiping idiots it dripped from. Pleas for sympathy and understanding will fall on deaf ears, and every cancerous piece of shit that argues on the behalf of Slaughter should be put on full blast and exposed.
As for Wolfi I doubt he shares Slaughter’s views, but that’s too little too late. Wrong shirt in the wrong neighborhood, and in the end it doesn’t matter if you knew or not. Buy the ticket, take the ride, and if your number comes up that’s it. Wolfi gambled and in the end he lost. Welcome to 2017. Maybe next time he’ll think twice or do a little research when a strange man offers to fund his next book.
Stirner has nothing to do with racism or “ethno-nationalism” just the same as Anarchism has nothing to do with “Anarcho-Capitialism.” If Wolfi could overlook Slaughter’s views that’s his business, not mine, and means absolutely jack shit to me. I and all the wonderful comrades who use Stirner’s theories to invigorate the militant feelings of ourselves and those we love don’t want to spend every conversation having to explain how “we’re talking about individualism and spooks, but ya know, not in the racist way.” I am not about to have myself or any of my friends roped in with the kind of people we would rather see up against a wall than break bread with.
It is my firm desire, and indeed tied up with my own liberation, that the falsehoods of gender, race, society, and class be torn asunder and smashed to pieces.
If you agree, make no room for racist scum who desire to build gods from the color of their skin.
If you don’t, than I don’t give a shit about you anyway and recommend you drink ethylene glycol.
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