More than six years ago Thilo Sarrazin, then a member of the board of the Bundesbank in Germany, gained notoriety when he published a book entitled Deutschland schafft sich ab — Wie wir unser Land aufs Spiel setzen (“Abolishing Germany — How we’re putting our country in jeopardy”). Mr. Sarrazin was reviled for his attempts to warn his fellow countrymen of what lay ahead. He was shamed and shunned by the German Gutmenschen. He lost his position on the board of the bank and was nearly expelled from the Social Democratic Party.

Since then Mr. Sarrazin’s warnings have gone unheeded by German policymakers. The flow of the “replacement population” into the country has accelerated dramatically over the past two years. Many observers now believe that the destruction of the Germans as a people and a nation is irreversible.

One of those observers is the author of this essay from Die Freiheitswelle, which is based on a Facebook post. Many thanks to JLH for the translation:

Where it becomes increasingly more obvious who the new masters in the land are, and who is paying tribute to them, either insipidly and spinelessly, or in over-eager, fawning enthusiasm about the transcendent experience of self-immolation.

Where the children and grandchildren of those who have made this land great are now in the truest sense of the word an endangered species.

Where hardly any offense is taken when once-conservative newspapers ridicule people who think as I do, who are then ridiculed again in social media by the devoted followers of Merkel (for of course every invasion has its lickspittles and guard dogs).

Where the glitzy limousines of the never-changing clientele are pulled up on the sidewalk in front of the hookah bars, and it is clear what would happen to anyone who was stupid enough to complain about it.

Where even the president, who finds every people on earth more beautiful and worthy than his own, can envision the representative of a civilization-hostile faith as his successor [1] .

Where the knees of the ever-present 80% majority of “good people” are raw from worshipping what is alien.

Where it is not advisable to be on the streets after dark in a typical “socially weak” (euphemism for “conquered”) district of a typical metropolis.

I came back to a district, a city, a country where I am myself the de facto alien.

I cried when I was there, which has not happened for a long time, because I saw, and understood better than ever before, what we — I mean the people in the North and West of Europe which is falling into the abyss — have lost beyond recall.

It is lovely. Relaxed, both peaceful and seductive. Good, strong wine and beautiful women — straight-backed and with mile-high cheekbones and cobalt black hair.

I was traveling. Among other places, in the Hungarian capital, Budapest, which, according to the representations of the leftist, German, smear press, must be the vestibule of Hell, crushed in the claws of a misanthropic demon.

When I had returned — clueless and restless — I thought and read and discussed, with people who mean something to me, about what has been happening in Germany in the last two decades. When and where we lost our way. And of course, this was impossible without self-criticism.

(It’s not about “being in” the SNAFU; it’s about being part of the SNAFU.)

How is it with us? Where do we go from here?

Of course, everyone has to decide that for himself, and draw the necessary conclusions.

The following is my opinion, and I don’t demand that anyone share it or even approve of it. Let’s just say that I can do without personal insults. Anyone who does not want to hear what I have to say, feel free to tune in some other source. There are lots of them.

I believe that we — as a country and as a people — have lost and are lost.

Yes. Barring a nuclear war or other civilization-destroying catastrophe, in 50 to 120 years, presumably a country called Germany will exist on this territory.

But it will have little — very little — in common with the country I grew up in, and in which I was able to grow from a completely carefree youth to young adulthood. Where it was possible to say what you thought, and every day promised a little more freedom than the one before it (even though this promise was not often fulfilled).

It will be a country in which the largest belief group will be Muslims (I choose not to say “religion” for the same reason that we do not call National Socialism a “philosophy”).

Accordingly, it will be a country in which the comprehensive definitions and regulations of Islam in the form of sharia will dominate people in all aspects of their lives.

It will be a country in which the “biological Germans” will lead a marginalized existence comparable to the remaining native American Indian population after the land appropriation by the Europeans — with rights granted them with sympathetic generosity by their new masters.

It will be — or become — a country like Spain, which was under Muslim rule for 700 years. Whether a Reconquista can be hoped for here, I cannot say.

I will not experience all that, for biology sets limits, not something I completely regret.

But I feel sorry about the children of those who saw the catastrophe coming and no one paid attention to them. Really sorry.

I will stay in my city, in my district, until it is unbearable. The wind is already fiercer today, but it is still possible to protect yourself, delimit, affirm. However, the scope may shrink.

I will stay in Germany until it is even impossible in the retreat areas.

And if I then still have the material means and the strength, I will leave the country. I hope, not alone[2].

Until then, I will give my vote in the voting booth to those I believe have not completely given up on us — the base: the white-collar and blue-collar workers, the roots and earth of this land. Those who would be ashamed and embarrassed if accused of treason, and are not floating away on a cloud of “post-factual” ignorance.

I will support, materially and otherwise, those I believe are friendly toward: democrats, patriots, people with their hearts in the right place, free people.

But I will not delude myself that we will be able to get this country back.

All we can do now is hold on a few more decades — for the sake of the children and the old people for whom we are responsible, and who cannot just disappear between today and tomorrow.

Why no resistance anymore?

Because greybeards flailing around is a sad sight. Turf wars have always been a young people’s thing, and they will lose to the numerically superior young men from war-prone regions that we have clearly decided to take care of among us.

As to an angry, protective progeny who could stand in the way of the EU empire, its distribution quotas and self-abnegating laws (as Hungarian, Poles and Czechs are still doing, with unclear prospects) — in Germany, they were never born.

We are now a people standing on a vanishing base — shrinking daily, like a polar bear on a thin ice floe.

Or, to put it in the dry language of demography, our fertility rate is one of the lowest in the world — a curse we share with other highly developed post-industrial societies. It is discussed, but cannot be talked away. The present numbers are an easily debunked masquerade.

That might not even be a (serious) problem. There could be a good life in a peaceful, democratic Germany with, for example only 50 instead of 80 million people getting up in the morning and this or that plot of land taken over by the foxes and hares. An expansive view never hurt anybody, and the future will not have enough jobs for all those, who — unlike an industrial robot — must sleep and eat and now and then amuse themselves.

But nature abhors a vacuum — and a merkelesque/EU politician who wants to be elected and grow fat at the tax trough hates the vacuum even more, for it promises him no income.

So he intends to fill the (alleged) emptiness with people.

Lots of people.

People for whom words such as “democracy,” “culture,” “inquiring mind,” “creative enthusiasm” and “freedom of thought and action” mean very little.

And because the ruling class is unanimous that the maltreated donkey can soon be traded for a better one, there are now developments which in retrospect will make Merkel’s cowardly opening of the borders in 2015 seem like a breeze through the open window announcing the nation-destroying storm.

The economist and sociologist Gunnar Heinsohn calculates that in the year 2050 ca. 900 million Africans will be sitting on their packed suitcases. Their goal does not have to be a perfect, a promised land. It must only be a little better than their daily misery — our species is pragmatic that way.

And if the past allows us even the slightest inference about the future, then in 2050, anyplace on earth will be better than Africa — overpopulated, riven by violence, disease and depressive hatred. Africa, which did not learn its lesson and — after it had expelled the European taskmasters and teachers with their greed for resources — is now being driven by its own demons.

These 900 million people will not go to the United States of America, Canada, Australia or New Zealand. For not even the most mutton-headed politician in one of the countries will be stupid enough to offer entry to such an army of have-nots.

But the Europeans. They will be stupid enough. They will be weak enough. And the gates have opened.

We here who foresee/know what is threatening Germany/Northern Europe, who recognize what has already happened — we are a few thousand, a few tens of thousands. A million or two at most, when it gets serious.

And there are countess multitudes at the door, who cannot be looking forward to being stirred into Merkel’s nihilistic soup: Germans, non-ethnic German citizens, German haters, new Germans, asylum seekers. German politics and politicians are prepared to lay at their feet all of what has allegedly not been affordable for decades if a born German wanted it.

For these people, every gate and every window we are trying to secure is being thrown open.

And the future will take the game and the playing field out of our hands.

Because we were too few, too civil, too optimistic, too late.

It is — almost — over.

But at least let us make our last move honorably.

Note from the editor of the blog Freiheitswelle:

This text is from a publicly shared Facebook post. The author describes the feelings many people experience these days. They are the feelings of people who love their country and are desperately seeking a solution. People who have fought and have recognized that they have hardly any chance left. People who are obliged to watch as their homes are destroyed and their life and their children’s’ lives are irretrievably lost. People who nonetheless have not lost their dignity, but are facing the inevitable with their heads held high, and will hold out for freedom until their last breath.

Freiheitswelle is grateful that this tragic situation has been put into words. For the sharing of the despair, of the mutual pain, which we bear together. We call out to you, author of these lines, that you are not alone. We share your pain — and in exactly the same way, we will stand for the preservation of our homeland and the freedom of our people.