In the middle of this ongoing crisis – the question of who to trust, how to find truth, censorship and free speech are coming centre stage.
Douglas Murray is a the associate editor of the Spectator, and the author of the bestselling books the strange death of europe and the recent ‘madness of crowds’, and also a fearless critic of the blind spots of the mainstream media.
In this conversation with Rebel Wisdom’s David Fuller, they explore the censorship of the big tech platforms, the decline of the traditional media and also the issues raised by the recent Rebel wisdom investigation into David Icke and London Real: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDM1w…
A conversation between Dr. Jordan Peterson and Sir Roger Scruton, moderated by Dr. Stephen Blackwood, introduced by Professor Douglas Hedley, presented by The Cambridge Centre for the Study of Platonism and Ralston College, held on Nov 2, 2018 in Cambridge, England. God willing (so to speak) I will be staying in Cambridge in October and November talking with the faculty at the Divinity School there about the book of Exodus prior to releasing a new series of videos about that biblical saga. Relevant Links: Sir Roger Scruton Books: https://www.roger-scruton.com/books Professor Douglas Hedley (who looks every bit the part he is playing): https://www.divinity.cam.ac.uk/direct… Dr. Stephen Blackwood and Ralston College: https://www.ralston.ac/
Solzhenitsyn penned this essay in 1974 and it circulated among Moscow’s
intellectuals at the time. It is dated Feb. 12, the same day that secret police broke
into his apartment and arrested him. The next day he was exiled to West Germany. The
essay is a call to moral courage and serves as light to all who value truth.
At one time we dared not even to whisper. Now we write and read samizdat, and
sometimes when we gather in the smoking room at the Science Institute we complain frankly
to one another: What kind of tricks are they playing on us, and where are they dragging
us? Gratuitous boasting of cosmic achievements while there is poverty and destruction at
home. Propping up remote, uncivilized regimes. Fanning up civil war. And we recklessly
fostered Mao Tse-tung at our expense—and it will be we who are sent to war against him,
and will have to go. Is there any way out? And they put on trial anybody they want and
they put sane people in asylums—always they, and we are powerless.
Things have almost reached rock bottom. A universal spiritual death
has already touched us all, and physical death will soon flare up and
consume us both and our children—but as before we still smile in a
cowardly way and mumble without tounges tied. But what can we do to stop
it? We haven’t the strength?
We have been so hopelessly dehumanized that for today’s modest ration
of food we are willing to abandon all our principles, our souls, and
all the efforts of our predecessors and all opportunities for our
descendants—but just don’t disturb our fragile existence. We lack
staunchness, pride and enthusiasm. We don’t even fear universal nuclear
death, and we don’t fear a third world war. We have already taken refuge
in the crevices. We just fear acts of civil courage.
We fear only to lag behind the herd and to take a step alone-and
suddenly find ourselves without white bread, without heating gas and
without a Moscow registration.
We have been indoctrinated in political courses, and in just the same
way was fostered the idea to live comfortably, and all will be well for
the rest of our lives. You can’t escape your environment and social
conditions. Everyday life defines consciousness. What does it have to do
with us? We can’t do anything about it?
But we can—everything. But we lie to ourselves for assurance. And it
is not they who are to blame for everything—we ourselves, only we. One
can object: But actually toy can think anything you like. Gags have been
stuffed into our mouths. Nobody wants to listen to us and nobody asks
us. How can we force them to listen? It is impossible to change their
It would be natural to vote them out of office—but there are not
elections in our country. In the West people know about strikes and
protest demonstrations—but we are too oppressed, and it is a horrible
prospect for us: How can one suddenly renounce a job and take to the
streets? Yet the other fatal paths probed during the past century by our
bitter Russian history are, nevertheless, not for us, and truly we
don’t need them.
Now that the axes have done their work, when everything which was
sown has sprouted anew, we can see that the young and presumptuous
people who thought they would make out country just and happy through
terror, bloody rebellion and civil war were themselves misled. No
thanks, fathers of education! Now we know that infamous methods breed
infamous results. Let our hands be clean!
The circle—is it closed? And is there really no way out? And is there
only one thing left for us to do, to wait without taking action? Maybe
something will happen by itself? It will never happen as long as we
daily acknowledge, extol, and strengthen—and do not sever ourselves from
the most perceptible of its aspects: Lies.
When violence intrudes into peaceful life, its face glows with
self-confidence, as if it were carrying a banner and shouting: “I am
violence. Run away, make way for me—I will crush you.” But violence
quickly grows old. And it has lost confidence in itself, and in order to
maintain a respectable face it summons falsehood as its ally—since
violence lays its ponderous paw not every day and not on every shoulder.
It demands from us only obedience to lies and daily participation in
lies—all loyalty lies in that.
And the simplest and most accessible key to our self-neglected
liberation lies right here: Personal non-participation in lies. Though
lies conceal everything, though lies embrace everything, but not with
any help from me.
This opens a breach in the imaginary encirclement caused by our
inaction. It is the easiest thing to do for us, but the most devastating
for the lies. Because when people renounce lies it simply cuts short
their existence. Like an infection, they can exist only in a living
We do not exhort ourselves. We have not sufficiently matured to march
into the squares and shout the truth our loud or to express aloud what
we think. It’s not necessary.
It’s dangerous. But let us refuse to say that which we do not think.
This is our path, the easiest and most accessible one, which takes
into account out inherent cowardice, already well rooted. And it is much
easier—it’s dangerous even to say this—than the sort of civil
disobedience which Gandhi advocated.
Our path is to talk away fro the gangrenous boundary. If we did not
paste together the dead bones and scales of ideology, if we did not sew
together the rotting rags, we would be astonished how quickly the lies
would be rendered helpless and subside.
That which should be naked would then really appear naked before the whole world.
So in our timidity, let each of us make a choice: Whether
consciously, to remain a servant of falsehood—of course, it is not out
of inclination, but to feed one’s family, that one raises his children
in the spirit of lies—or to shrug off the lies and become an honest man
worthy of respect both by one’s children and contemporaries.
And from that day onward he:
Will not henceforth write, sign, or print in any way a single phrase which in his opinion distorts the truth.
Will utter such a phrase neither in private conversation not in the
presence of many people, neither on his own behalf not at the prompting
of someone else, either in the role of agitator, teacher, educator, not
in a theatrical role.
Will not depict, foster or broadcast a single idea which he can only
see is false or a distortion of the truth whether it be in painting,
sculpture, photography, technical science, or music.
Will not cite out of context, either orally or written, a single
quotation so as to please someone, to feather his own nest, to achieve
success in his work, if he does not share completely the idea which is
quoted, or if it does not accurately reflect the matter at issue.
Will not allow himself to be compelled to attend demonstrations or
meetings if they are contrary to his desire or will, will neither take
into hand not raise into the air a poster or slogan which he does not
Will not raise his hand to vote for a proposal with which he does
not sincerely sympathize, will vote neither openly nor secretly for a
person whom he considers unworthy or of doubtful abilities.
Will not allow himself to be dragged to a meeting where there can be
expected a forced or distorted discussion of a question.
Will immediately talk out of a meeting, session, lecture, performance or
film showing if he hears a speaker tell lies, or purvey ideological
nonsense or shameless propaganda.
Will not subscribe to or buy a newspaper or magazine in which
information is distorted and primary facts are concealed. Of course we
have not listed all of the possible and necessary deviations from
falsehood. But a person who purifies himself will easily distinguish
other instances with his purified outlook.
No, it will not be the same for everybody at first. Some, at first,
will lose their jobs. For young people who want to live with truth, this
will, in the beginning, complicate their young lives very much, because
the required recitations are stuffed with lies, and it is necessary to
make a choice.
But there are no loopholes for anybody who wants to be honest. On any
given day any one of us will be confronted with at least one of the
above-mentioned choices even in the most secure of the technical
sciences. Either truth or falsehood: Toward spiritual independence or
toward spiritual servitude.
And he who is not sufficiently courageous even to defend his
soul—don’t let him be proud of his “progressive” views, don’t let him
boast that he is an academician or a people’s artist, a merited figure,
or a general—let him say to himself: I am in the herd, and a coward.
It’s all the same to me as long as I’m fed and warm.
Even this path, which is the most modest of all paths of resistance,
will not be easy for us. But it is much easier than self-immolation or a
hunger strike: The flames will not envelope your body, your eyeballs,
will not burst from the heat, and brown bread and clean water will
always be available to your family.
A great people of Europe, the Czechoslovaks, whom we betrayed and deceived: Haven’t they shown us how a vulnerable breast can stand up even against tanks if there is a worthy heart within it?
You say it will not be easy? But it will be easiest of all possible
resources. It will not be an easy choice for a body, but it is the only
one for a soul. Not, it is not an easy path. But there are already
people, even dozens of them, who over the years have maintained all
these points and live by the truth.
So you will not be the first to take this path, but will join those
who have already taken it. This path will be easier and shorter for all
of us if we take it by mutual efforts and in close rank. If there are
thousands of us, they will not be able to do anything with us. If there
are tens of thousands of us, then we would not even recognize our
If we are too frightened, then we should stop complaining that
someone is suffocating us. We ourselves are doing it. Let us then bow
down even more, let us wail, and out brothers the biologists will help
to bring nearer the day when they are able to read our thoughts are
worthless and hopeless.
And if we get cold feet, even taking this step, then we are worthless
and hopeless, and the scorn of Pushkin should be directed to us:
Why should cattle have the gifts of freedom?
Their heritage from generation to generation is the belled yoke and the lash.
This must be told in sequence. If I don’t , you’ll miss it. One day I found myself a member of a corporate mixed-volleybalteam.Every week we would train in NS.Afterward we would go into town U. or party at someone’s home , Otto was our trainer, married to Wanda and we became friends.Otto was a car-nut who built his own Porsche in the garage. His driving-style reminded me of someone in B. Initially it all seemed like a good idea. Hormones were flying but we were equal to the task at hand. It was a bit of fresh air at the time of our yuppy era.Much was expected of us and all energy seemed directed towards a healthy appetite.This is a serious tale. What happens to people when you put them together and they start caring a lot about each other ? I knew what mayhem would ensue from my army-days. But I wasn’t telling. Well, I got the Eurythmics album for my 30th birthday in 1986 and loved them for it.. Sometimes we went to the Oude Gracht where I would go with M. to be out of the office and breathing again. Otto became increasingly agitated. That’s why he drove erratically. One day he told me how he had married Wanda.Before , he had tried to leave her on several occasions. She had threatened suicide by taking pills too often.I was only mildly surprised. Knowing Wanda I had a healthy respect for her persona.Of course she worked in the sales-department of the company. She was tiny in stature but attractive and she used this relentlessly to her advantage. One day Otto told me that he had caught her in their bed with a bigwig from sales. He had resigned as our trainer. Two months later early one Sunday morning they found Otto in his car at the side of the road in Bilthoven. He was dead without visible trauma to his body or damage to the car.” No drunk driving and no pills or medication ” said the police. Except for one thing. His neck was broken. ( To be continued )
As if this world had only just begun…
We’d give back all the things we have but one…
One simple thing kept between you and me
Will build a wall no one else can see
One simple thing is all we really need
To make it all complete
Here — within this changing place
We run the longest race
Keeping the better pace
Here — we manufacture dreams
Even the greatest needs
Are satisfied with ease
Here — within this changing mind
Where anything untried
Is never far behind
Here — within this open heart
Life begins to spark
And this is where you are
Tell zeal it lacks devotion;
Tell love it is only lust;
Tell time it is only motion;
Tell flesh it is only dust:
And if they should reply
Show them the lie.
Tell age it daily wasteth;
Tell honor how it alters;
Tell beauty how she blasteth;
Tell favor how she falters:
And as they shall reply,
Give every one the lie.
Tell wit how much it wrangles
In tickle points of niceness;
Tell wisdom she entangles
Herself in over-wiseness:
And when they do reply,
Straight give them both the lie.
Tell physic of her boldness;
Tell skill it is pretension;
Tell charity of coldness;
Tell law it is contention:
And as they do reply,
So give them still the lie.
Tell fortune of her blindness;
Tell nature of decay;
Tell friendship of unkindness;
Tell justice of delay:
And if they will reply,
Then give them all the lie.
Tell arts they have no soundness,
But vary by esteeming;
Tell schools they want profoundness,
And stand too much on seeming:
If arts and school reply,
Give arts and school the lie.
Tell faith it fled the city;
Tell how the country erreth;
Tell manhood shakes off pity;
Tell virtue least preferreth:
And if they do reply,
Spare not to give the lie.
So when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing,–
Although to give the lie
Deserves no less than stabbing,–
Stab at thee, he that will,
No stab the soul can kill.
The Order of the Golden Fleece was defended from possible accusations of prideful pomp by the Burgundian court poet Michault Taillevent, who asserted that it was instituted:
“ Non point pour jeu ne pour esbatement,
Mais à la fin que soit attribuée
Loenge à Dieu trestout premièrement
Et aux bons gloire et haulte renommée.
Translated into English:
“ Not for amusement nor for recreation,
But for the purpose that praise shall be given to God,
In the very first place,
And to the good, glory and high renown.
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