"A DECLARATION OF WAR" (GENERATION IDENTITAIR - ENGLISH)
From "The Generation of National Identity." A poetic explanation of the rising Identitarian movement.
We are Generation Identitaire.
We are the generation who get killed for glancing at the wrong person,
for refusing someone a cigarette,
or having an "attitude" that annoys someone.
We are the generation of ethnic fracture,
total failure of coexistence,
and forced mixing of the races.
We are the generation doubly punished:
Condemned to pay into a social system
so generous with strangers it becomes
unsustainable for our own people.
Our generation are the victims of the May '68'ers
who wanted to liberate themselves
from tradition, from knowledge and authority in education.
But they only accomplished to
liberate themselves from their responsibilities.
We reject your history books to re-gather our memories.
We no longer believe that "Khader" could ever be our brother,
we have stopped believing in a "Global Village" and the "Family of Man".
We discovered that we have roots,
ancestry and therefore a future.
Our heritage is our land, our blood, our identity.
We are the heirs to our own future
We turned off the TV to march the streets.
We painted our slogans on the walls. Cried through loudspeakers
for "youth in power" and flew our Lambda flags high.
The Lambda, painted on proud Spartans' shields, is our symbol.
Don't you understand what this means?
We will not back down, we will not give in.
We are sick and tired of your cowardice.
You are from the years of post-war prosperity,
retirement benefits, S.O.S Racism and
"diversity", sexual liberation and a bag of rice from Bernard Kouchner.
We are 25 percent unemployment,
social debt, multicultural collapse
and an explosion of anti-white racism.
We are broken families, and young French soldiers dying in Afghanistan.
You won't buy us with a condescending look,
a state-paid job of misery and a pat on the shoulder.
We don't need your youth-policies.
Youth IS our policy.
Don't think this is simply a manifesto.
It is a declaration of war.
You are of yesterday, we are of tomorrow.