Totalitarianism in its best sense is today’s version of Plato’s “good monarchy”: an effective, beneficent, and structured unitary government which serves the weal of its ethnos. A beneficent totalitarianism is a necessity if Western civilization — and the rest of humankind — is to survive. This is the objective pf the Party of Humankind. The Party will replace all earlier, obsolete systems, preferably without violence and without war. through the natural process of species-maturation. Just as humanity has abandoned such practices as cannibalism, female infanticide, and human sacrifice, so must our social organization now progress from fragmented, tribal nation-states to a true World Order.
It may be asked, who gives you. the Party of Humankind, the right to judge, to make decisions, to restructure society? Who appointed you to be God?
The answer is that someone has to make decisions. Someone always has made decisions: an individual ruler, a council, a senate, an assembly. For all the so-called “rationality of humankind, there is always muddled thinking and a tendency to do nothing unless action is urgent. A decision-maker is required. whether this be a single person or a single, unified organization, if someone transgresses against the community, there must be a body of law, an enforcement agency, and deterrent punishment. Other decisions must be made as welclass="underline" a land-fill here, a highway there, taxes upon certain products, regulation of businesses, and so forth. These decisions will be made. The question is how much inefficiency can be tolerated In making them? How much delay? How much waste of personnel and resources and time? In the, past the decision-making process was irrational, being founded upon tradition, superstition, taboo, religion, ideology, legal codes dating back to antiquity — and upon personal pique and avarice and perversity! Such illogic cannot continue.
The world is too close to a final Armageddon. The state must have the power to implement needed decisions, even though some of these may be harsh. It must be allowed to define objectives, allocate resources, and undo the blunders of the past. Totalitarianism is not “cruel”; “cruelty” Is wasted energy, wasted personnel, wasted production. Severity must never be for its own sake or for the selfish goals of individuals, it must be employed — sparingly — only in the service of the greater good, the good of the ethnos. and hence the good of the species. In most circumstances it will be seen that kindness and positive incentives work better.
The Party of Humankind provides a Weltanschauung, not a “world view,” as this German word is often translated, but a “world vision.” This Weltanschauung is holistic; it casts aside the past, surveys the future, and plans for the creation of a society which will live in peace and in harmony with Nature for millennia to come. It commands the loyalty, service, and energies of all who seek true progress. Without this Weltanschauung humankind will encompass its own destruction within the lifetimes of you who now read these words. This is as certain as sunrise, given present trends.
The Party of Humankind, demandsthe opportunity to make this world better for the species, for the Western ethnos. and hence for all humanity. Think: can this be any worse than what exists now? Than what is otherwise sure to come?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Saturday, July 12, 2042
“Like it?”
Lessing smiled and handed the manuscript back to Liese. “The writing’s fair, but Doomsday’s still a way off. I’m not much interested in politics, and your totalitarian state… frankly… doesn’t convince me.”
“Ought to.” The girl laid the sheaf of paper down, raised herself upon an elbow, and rubbed suntan lotion along one pale-golden thigh.
“Sorry.” He reached over and took the plastic bottle from her fingers. “You’re missing a spot. Let me.”
“It’s not politics, Alan,” Mrs. Delacroix said from her lawn chair in the shade. She gestured to take in the enclosed garden, the sun-dappled tiles, the potted plants, the pool, the statuary. “It’s survival. The survival of Western civilization, of the way of life you’re enjoying now.”
At the moment all he wanted was to enjoy it — and Liese — further. He said, “Thanks for inviting me to stay.”
She was not to be put off. “Yes, of course. But you… people like you… really ought to think about things seriously. After all, the strong survive, and the weak perish. That is evolution, the immutable law of Nature. And who is still the strongest, even after decades of laziness and ignoring our responsibility to history? We, Alan, the Western ethnos. We are the ones who invent, develop, organize, create, and provide capital and jobs. We have done more than any other group. Now we are weakened by a babel of other voices. But we cannot afford to let them divert us: who would take over? Can you imagine that dreadful ‘Emperor’ of Guinea feeding even his own people, much less the people of Ghana, Nigeria, or anywhere else? If we… our industries and our expertise… were taken away, there would be chaos! Then destruction and an end to all that we… all that all humans… hold dear.”
“Um ” He cast about for another topic. If only she would go
take a nap or something! Liese had been friendly last night; he sensed that she was ready to be somewhat more.
He found himself thinking of Jameela again. Dammit! Not even a harmless fantasy in peace! He couldn’t pursue Liese without coming to terms with Jameela. He had let himself be induced to stop over in Pretoria. He had been nice to Liese — some might call it “courting” — but he had gone no farther than a remark or two, a little body contact, and a few drops of suntan lotion courteously applied. So far he had only transgressed mentally — which was hardly a crime!
So far.
Did he push it, or did he let it lie?
For the moment he would let it lie. He needed time.
The perfume of the suntan lotion, mingled with the faint, flowery scent of Liese’s tangled, blonde tresses, and the sun-warmed, salt fragrance of her skin aroused him. He hunted for a safe subject. “Who is this Vincent Dom anyway? I never heard of him.”
Mrs. Delacroix gave Liese a look, very arch and very French. “You are looking at her. Not I… Liese, there. She is, perhaps, the ‘Dom,’ while others are the ‘Vincent.’”
“What?” Then he wondered why he was surprised. There had been talk at the Guatemala City meeting of a committee of writers. All he could think of to say was: “Congratulations.” ,
“She writes the theoretical parts,” Mrs. Delacroix continued. “Others do the history and the… how do you say?… action program.”
“You mean the platform?”
“Not exactly. Your word ‘platform’ is too concrete, a list of very specific proposals. That leads to squabbles and factions within the movement. Instead, we emulate the First Führer: his Weltanschauung was no list of means and goals; it was a view of the future, of a strong Germany, of a society that could lead the West and the world. He had little use for platforms, such as the one the Party issued in 1920, nor did he fill his book, Mein Kampf, with specifics for people to argue over. His Weltanschauung was his eventual objective, but he was pragmatic and expected the details to change according to circumstances. He was a visionary, a prophet… and a guide, an arbiter, a conciliator between individuals and factions. And he was above them all.”