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May 23rd, 2016
Bring the Lightning — New Western by Peter Grant!
Today is the day!
For all you lovers of Westerns and fans of Peter Grant.
His first Western is now live!
Buy on Amazon now!
Successful science fiction author Peter Grant has branched out in a new diretion. In BRINGS THE LIGHTNING, he has revived the classic Western novel. A renaissance man of a wide range of experience not unlike Louis L'Amour, Grant has been a man of war and a man of God, a soldier, a pastor, and a prison chaplain. His writing reflects his experience of Man's capacity for both good and evil, but never without a sense of optimism about Man's ability to learn from his mistakes.
When the Civil War ends, where can a former Confederate soldier go to escape the long memories of neighbors who supported the winning side? Where can Johnny Reb go when he can't go home?
He can go out West, where the land is hard, where there is danger on every side, and where no one cares for whom you fought – only how well you can do it.
Walt Ames, a former cavalryman with the First Virginia, is headed West with little more than a rifle, a revolver, and a pocket full of looted Yankee gold. But in his way stand bushwhackers, bluecoats, con men, and the ever-restless Indians. And perhaps most dangerous of all, even more dangerous than the cruel and unforgiving land, is the temptation of the woman whose face he can't forget.
When you can’t go home again – go West!
The ebook is now live.
Paper will be available, hopefully within a month.
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon
)Tags: new release
, peter grant
May 22nd, 2016
Spiritual Detective Work–Or Why Would God Allow The Devil To Take Over The Church?
I am sharing here the conclusions of a bit of spiritual detective work. I offer no comment on the truth or lack-there-of of any of the ideas—I have no idea—I merely offer the conclusions for the reader’s consideration.
On October 13, 1884, Pope Leo XII had a vision as he left mass one night. The vision went as thus:
The guttural voice, the voice of Satan in his pride, boasted to Our Lord: "I can destroy your Church."
The gentle voice of Our Lord: "You can? Then go ahead and do so."
Satan: "To do so, I need more time and more power."
Our Lord: "How much time? How much power?
Satan: "75 to 100 years, and a greater power over those who will give themselves over to my service."
Our Lord: "You have the time, you will have the power. Do with them what you will."
This Pope went on to write the prayer to St. Michael that many Catholic churches pray. I will put that at the end of this post.
Note: Some people believe that this 100 years began in 1884, some in 1914 (WWII). Some in 1917*, some in 1922 (Death of the last Catholic monarch.)
*The Pope’s vision happened October 13th, 1884. 33 years (age of Christ at his death) later to the day, there was an event at Fatima where 70,000 people saw some kind of vision, as per a prediction of a vision of St. Mary. St. Mary also called on the Church to pray for Russia—claming that if they did, Russia would covert. If not, Russia would spread their errors around the world. This event took place about two weeks before Red October.
But I digress.
So, my question is: Why would God give control of the Church to the Devil?
More on that later.
Meanwhile, about two years ago, I read a book that included information about the Catholic Victim Souls, also often called stigmata. These were women (and a few men), often but not always nuns, who suffer their whole lives, but they have visions where they are assured that their suffering is helping others. They often have visions, develop strange and interesting abilities, experience miracles, etc.
I found these Victim Souls very interesting, but I was very puzzled by the metaphysics of why they were suffering. I could understand that perhaps people felt that they wanted to be allowed to share Jesus’s suffering, but the metaphysics of how it would work, why it would happen, was fuzzy to me.
I looked into it all I could, online, in books: I could find nothing.
Then, by chance, a month or so ago, I read a comment on a blog that referred to something a demon said. I thought this was mildly interesting. I asked the name of the book. It was called Mary Crushes The Serpent.
I bought the book. I read it. It was about exorcisms performed over a hundred years ago. Part way through the book, however, I came upon something fascinating!
According to the book, when the priests exorcised demons, the demons sometimes spoke and said things, including why they were possessing the person. Sometimes, it was due to ill luck. Sometimes, it was due to interaction with the occult by the possessee. BUT there was a third group, too.
These were people (women in this case) who were possessed because they were volunteering to suffer at the request of the Virgin Mary.
The book was describing the Victim Souls—from the point of view of the demons!!!
As you can imagine, after all my vain searching, I was fascinated. This is what it said:
The demons reported that they were allowed to possess these women and to make them suffer, but if the women held out, if they did not lose their faith (like Job resisting “cursing God”), the demons would lose.
If the demons lost, they had to return to Hell and free all the souls on earth that had been held under their sway.
According to these demons, the people they had to release from their sway were then free to convert, if they wished. (Some did. Of some, the priest writing the book did not know their final fate.)
So, according to this book, if the Victim Souls suffered willingly, without losing their faith, then the demon who possessed them and caused their agony would eventually admit defeat, at which time, they would release the other people under their sway.
So, by suffering, these women set free all those who were under the sway of that particular demon.
Which brings us back to my question:
Why would God give control of the Church to the Devil?
And I thought…
What if the Church is acting like a stigmata?
If so, if the Church does not break before the end of the 100 years, the devil will have to return to Hell…
And free all souls under his sway.
Kind of cool, eh?
Pope Leo XII’s prayer:
St. Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle.
Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray,
and do thou,
O Prince of the heavenly hosts,
by the power of God,
thrust into hell Satan,
and all the evil spirits,
who prowl about the world
seeking the ruin of souls.
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon
)Tags: devil controlling the church
, mary crushes the church
, pope leo xii
May 21st, 2016
New — Space Opera series SUPERLUMINARY!
Interplanetary Family Intrigue via Zelazny in SPACE – check
Fighting on Pluto – check
Beautiful Space Prince – check
Lady Venus and Lord Saturn – check
Evil Space Vampires – check
If these things sound intriguing, then check out SUPERNLUMINARY, John's new project on Patreon.
Anyone can read this, but for those who would like to become Patrons, John is asking $1 a month. (Superluminary is 52 episodes. They will go up weekly. So the entire price will be $12 for one year of interplanetary adventure! )
An internet magazine hired me to write an old-fashioned space opera in the mood and flavor of 'World Wrecker' Hamilton to run in fifty or so weekly episodes of two-thousand words each.
However, the magazine folded and returned the rights to me. It is my wish to bring it to my fans directly.
The title is SUPERLUMINARY.
Here's an excerpt:
SUPERLUMINARY Episode 01 Assassin in Everest
Aeneas Tell of House of Tell, youngest of the Lords of Creation, was twenty-one when he was assassinated for the first time.
His secondary brain came awake while his primary brain was still foggy with strange dreams. Alert to danger, the secondary brain stopped the nerve pulses from the primary brain which otherwise would have let him groan and open his eyes, which would have precipitated the nervous killer's attack.
But his primary brain had been in the delta brainwave stage of sleep, a deep and dreamless slumber. There was no sound, no light, no disturbance. What had broken his sleep? A memory, like an echo, of terrible multiple toothaches left a metallic taste in his mouth.
He had been dreaming about his insane grandfather, the Emperor. The old man had been telling him about the secrets of the universe… then a stinging pain in his teeth had jarred him awake. But how could Aeneas remember a dream when he had not been in the desynchronous brainwave state in which dreaming was possible?
Aeneas, eyes still closed, not daring to move, increased the firing rate of his auditory nerves. He was laying on the nongravity cushion of his opulent four-poster bed. The neverending whisper of the high-altitude winds of Mount Everest beyond the bubble of weather-controlled air was now loud to him.
On these upper peaks his family had erected the proud imperial palace-city of Ultrapolis, whose towers and domes were impregnable behind concentric force-shells and thought-screens. None of the artificial or bio-modified races of the nine worlds, fifty worldlets, and one hundred eighty moons of the Solar System could bring any realistic threat to bear on these defenses, not while the twelve ranking members of the House of Tell, the so-called Lords of Creation, retained control of the stratonic supertechnology known only to them.
But betrayal from within was another matter.
The quiet hiss of the protective screen the bedposts projected around the bed was gone. He could not hear the heartbeats of his two bodyguards posted in the anteroom of his apartments. Instead he heard one heartbeat, louder and faster than was possible for an unmodified human being, of the assassin.
As the youngest member of the Family, he had been stuffed into the oldest wing of the oldest palace, and no other guards were within shouting distance.
There was no sound of footsteps on the nightingale wood floor of his bedchamber, and so for a moment Aeneas had a false sense of hope. But the sound of the racing heart was close at hand.
The killer was in the room with him.
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon
)Tags: john c. wright
, roger zelazny
May 18th, 2016
BOOK BOMB! Nethereal by Brian Niemeier
SPACE PIRATES IN HELL!!!
Buy on Amazon
Today, we are book bombing Nethereal (like etherial with a n at the beginning) by Brian Niemeier.
I had the honor of being the editor for this fascinating book. It has a very interesting and unusual mood, kind of like if a science fiction story were set a million years after A Thousand And One Arabian Nights.
It is one of the most unusual science fiction books I've ever read. The very fabric of the universe is designed differently than our conception of it, and one is never quite sure if one is in a sf story or a fantasy. It reminds me very much of some of Roger Zelazny's sf, such as Creatures of Light and Darkness, Lord of Light, or To Die in Italbar.
I recommend it!
About the book:
A woman like no other who longs for acceptance.
A precision killer inspired by the dream of his captain.
The last member of a murdered race, fighting to avenge his people against the might of the Guild…and the dark powers behind it.
The Sublime Brotherhood of Steersmen holds the Middle Stratum in its iron grip. Jaren Peregrine, last of the Gen, raids across fringe space with Nakvin—her captain’s best pilot and only friend, apprentice steersman Deim, and mercenary Teg Cross.
Hunted by the ruthless Master Malachi, Jaren and his crew join a conspiracy to break the Guild’s monopoly with an experimental ship. But when its maiden voyage goes awry, the Exodus flies farther off course than its crew could have imagined.
From Larry Correia:
For those of you new to Book Bombs, the goal is to get as many people as possible to buy an author’s book on the same day. The more books sell, the higher it gets in the rankings, the more new people see it. If it is something that you would be interested in reading anyway, getting it the same time as a bunch of other folks pushes it up in the ratings, which means more publicity, exposure, and new fans. Success breeds success, and a good Book Bomb can get an author hundreds of new fans. We steer people toward Amazon for this because it is big, has lots of eyes on it, and has an constantly updating sales rank, but if you prefer to purchase somewhere else go for it, because the most important thing is that the author GETS PAID.
So please spread the word and tell your friends. Brian is a relatively new writer, so let’s give his career a boost.
Again: Buy Nethereal on Amazon!
Or buy the sequel, Souldancer!
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon
)Tags: brian niemeier
, space pirates in hell
May 5th, 2016
Interview with Singer Sarah Koolbeck
I am honored today to have an interview with a beautiful young singer, who happens to be the daughter of a fellow Johnny (St. John's College, Annapolis, MD).
Below, she talks about singing and what has inspired her to pursue her dream.
How did you come to chose singing as the dream you wish to pursue?
Ever since I can remember I have wanted to be a singer. When I was much much younger I decided it would be good to be a singer because singing was my favorite thing in the world to do, and I thought I would like my life if I could spend it singing. Also, I loved wearing pretty dresses and as a child I thought singers spent their lives wearing pretty dresses and singing. Somehow along the way, the rest of the world convinced me that I was not only not good enough to be a singer but that I was simply not good enough, and I gave up my dream, or so I thought.
I didn't realize that it was really what was sustaining me through high school and college, until I was close to graduation from college in a major I liked but did not love. I realized I was not ready to be an adult, and I did not want to be an adult that had not given her all trying to make my dream a reality. I realized that it no longer mattered if I would look silly, how many times I would get told I am not enough, or if I simply failed.
I knew I had to try. So here I am, chasing my dream.
You spent some time in Korea, and you can sing in Korean. How did those two very different things come together for you?
Honestly, my love for Korean language came from my love of music, as well as a desire to understand other people. Korean was the first language that struck me as musical, and I fell in love with the cadences of spoken Korean. I found that I wanted to learn what those beautiful sounds meant. Now Korean is not a tonal language, unlike Chinese, and so that kind of tonality is not present when one is speaking the language.
But just like in English, the tone one uses at the beginning of a sentence and the end of a sentence are different. Tone imbues the words with meaning. It indicates what is a question and what is an answer to the other person. So much for how I became interested in the Korean language.
When I was learning Korean, I had a few friends who liked to sing in Korean as part of our Karaoke nights. That is what really got me started with singing in Korean. My Korean friends really delighted in sharing their culture and modern music with me and that encouraged me to improve my skills.
I remember one friend meeting me over and over again trying to help me learn how to pronounce Korean properly, so that I could do a good job on an audition that I convinced her I had to send in a video for.
Do you sing English songs, too?
Yes, I do sing in English, as well as in Korean and Italian. I occasionally attempt French and German as well.
Can you share with us some of those who have inspired you?
I am inspired by people who pursue their dream. I am most often inspired by people in my life, because I see how hard it is for them, and they just keep on going.
Artists that inspire me are Delandria Mills, Joe Duffy, and Maureen Berry. Each of them had a dream and made it work. Maureen went from being a young dance major to touring the world with Riverdance and now owns her own very successful dance studio and is the head of an excellent dance company.
Joe Duffy was a little boy who wanted to be a dancer. He worked hard and he recently toured with Michael Flatley on Broadway.
Delandria Mills changed her major to flute in college, got a masters degree from Peabody conservatory and now has multiple CD's published and is a successful flute instructor and a children's book author.
Each of these people had dreams and vision and followed their dreams to completion. Rachel Platten was an International Relations major in college who decided that she wanted to be a musician so she made it happen and now is very successful and some of her tracks have been on America's Top 40 charts.
Whose work led you to your current love of singing?
I would have to say probably Frank Wildhorn and his adaption of the Scarlet Pimpernel for Broadway. I distinctly remember listening to the songs over and over again and trying to make my voice sound like that of Christine Andreas, the lead soprano in the Original Cast Recording of the show.
What style singing do you do?
I sing anything from Classical Arias, Broadway songs, Light Opera, (perhaps more well-known as Operetta), Ballads, K-Pop, Contemporary Christian Music, to American Popular music and Country songs.
I tend to choose songs individually instead of choosing them by genre: if I like a song I will change the way it is done to suit my voice instead of letting genres completely dictate what I sing.
Can you give us an example of other artists whose fans might enjoy your work?
I think that people who are fans of Brooke Fraser, Hyorin or Sistar, Rachel Platten, Baek Ji Young, and Evanescence will particularly enjoy my work. I hope that people who are fans of FT Island, CN Blue, Jayyesslee, Juniel, and Boa will also enjoy my work.
Any final words?
I would just like to thank you for featuring me on your blog for this week and thank my friends and family for all their love and support. Please check out my YouTube channel! You can also follow me on Instagram, Facebook, and SoundCloud.
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon
April 19th, 2016
Three Arguments Against Political Correctness
Before I start, an argument was made to me that Political Correctness is not the appropriate term for this issue. Having given it some thought, I think there is an argument both for and against this claim. I will discuss the matter in a different essay.
Now, to begin…
1) In my recent discussions about political correctness, I ran into a number of people voicing some version of the following argument:
“When I am triggered, I react with anger. I shout and scream at people who I perceive as having said rude and hateful things.”
Now, am I wrong, or is the main argument against politically incorrect speech: it is rude and hurtful?
So…is rudeness acceptable?
Or is it not?
If rudeness is not acceptable in other people, shouldn’t we also not behave rudely ourselves?
If rudeness is acceptable in us, the triggered person—if it is okay for us to behave in an angry and emotional way toward the person who said the thing we perceived as offensive—then, must it not also be okay for other people to say offensive things?
For surely, we cannot have the standard: it is okay for me to be obnoxious, but not for you to be obnoxious.
That is hypocrisy.
2) A second argument I saw was: “People who complain about being attacked by political correctness are just babies who should be more thick-skinned.”
This answer delights me.
I would love to see everyone be more thick-skinned.
But again, it has to be everyone or no one.
It is ridiculous to say: “Stop being a baby because you got attacked by five, or ten, or fifty, or two hundred people on the internet, who all screamed and shouted at you because they didn’t like something that you said that had not been considered offensive yesterday.
And yet say: “It is okay for a person to take offense at a comment that was not meant as a slur.”
It wouldn’t be so bad if there were two or three offensive terms and we could all agree to avoid them unless we meant to insult. But it is not like that anymore. Now there are more and more ideas and words that are labeled offensive or hateful. And there is no authority. Anyone, at any time, can declare something hateful, and they will find no lack of folks eager to jump on their bandwagon.
So even a decent person cannot avoid being savaged by ravaging swarms angry PCers..
(If this were not the case, there would not be so many cases of strong supporters of Liberal causes—people who are known for really speaking up for them—being attacked by the ravaging hoards. )
Yes, our society would be benefited if more of us were courageous and thick-skinned. Both those who have been attacked by large groups of angry PCers, and those who have perceived something another person just said as a personal slur.
3) One of the problems with a society that encourages people to become outraged is: I know people who get really angry if you don’t use the latest politically correct term, and I know people who get really angry if you do use the latest politically correct term.
That must be horrible for companies trying to placate their customers.
Here is the argument I hear from the second group—those who hate politically correct speech:
It makes it harder for people to understand works written in the past. Whenever a new word is chosen as the “right “ word for any group or cause, the old word becomes a swearword. (You can’t get anyone to change to the new one, unless you insist that the old one is bad.)
Words that were perfectly polite at the time the book was written become rude. So books are banned for things that were not ever meant to be offensive.
Worse, once the new words take hold, the new generation doesn’t even get taught what the old terms meant. So, they cannot even understand the older works if they try.
(As an example: people in older generations know that Man often meant Mankind. Nowadays, children are taught that Man means male. With the result that they completely misinterpret many old works to have been written about males when they were actually addressing humans. )
For those of us writing now, this means that—no matter how polite or careful we are—the forces of political correctness might at any time take offense at some idea we included in our books, making them objectionable to future generations.
Also, it corrupts worlds. Because, in no time, the new word gains the same connotation the old word had.
This is why words keep changing: Negro, Colored, Black, Afro-American, African American; Crippled, Handicapped, Disabled, Special Needs—just to name a few.
If we insist people use a new word because we don’t like the connotation of the current word, all we do is ruin another word.
What is needed is to reclaim the current word. We need to help people change their image of the group of which, they currently have a negative image .
If we do this, we do them some real good.
(End of section noting argument of political-correctness hating friends.)
Finally, in closing, the best thing I’ve seen to date on this topic was written by my Old School Liberal friend, Don, who said:
“Interesting semantic discussion — "political corrects" is what I would define as the silencing of people whose opinions might offend some one, yet the argument here seems to be that no one is fired for being politically incorrect, they're just fired for expressing opinions that offend someone.
And, for those who claimed no one ever lost a job due to political correctness:
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon
, political correctness
April 18th, 2016
New anthology with stories by John and myself!
GOD, ROBOT, edited by Anthony Marchetta, is a collection of intertwined stories that explore the meaning of intelligence, faith, retribution, and redemption.
It is the year 6080 AD. Detective Theseus Hollywell has at last discovered the hiding place of William Locke, a notorious fugitive from justice who has been hunted for decades after committing unspeakable crimes. But Locke has a trick up his sleeve, one that the detective couldn't expect: He has a story to tell.
GOD, ROBOT is the tale of the theobots, the robotic beings created to love God and Man with a perfection no mere mortal could achieve. In ten stories by eight different award-winning authors, Locke recounts the role of the theobots throughout history, from the purposes for which they were originally created to their ultimate role in deciding the fate of Man, the galaxy, and one lost and tortured soul.
The book features contributions from some of the biggest names in Superversive SF, including John C. Wright, Vox Day, Steve Rzasa, Joshua Young, and L. Jagi Lamplighter.
GOD, ROBOT is 162 pages, DRM-free, and $4.99. Available only on Amazon.
The bonus book is Sci-Phi Journal #7. Subscribers who purchase GOD, ROBOT prior to 12 noon on Wednesday, April 20, may download a free copy.
Also, William Locke who appears here is the same William Locke who is the best friend of Vladimir Von Dread and Gaius Valiant in the Books of Unexpected Enlightenment. (This was his life before he was rescued, turned into a child, and brought to Roanoke…or part of it was.)
And the main character, the detective, is the son of Astrid Hollywell, who hasn't been onstage yet much in the series but will become very important in the future.
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon
, john c. wright
, josh young
, l. jagi lamplighter
April 12th, 2016
School of Darkness: Or How I Discovered That I Was Wrong About…Everything!
On a recent Superversive SF, Peter Bradley recommended a book called School of Darkness by Bella Dodd, a woman who had been active in the Communist party in the 30s through 50s, before returning to the Catholic Church.
I grew up in New York. My father came from the Bronx. My mental image of Labor Unions was quite a rosy one. I had been told that businessmen were greedy. Working conditions were terrible. Workers spontaneously rose up, of their own accord, and demanded better conditions. This worked.
I knew people who thought modern Labor Unions were corrupt, but I thought that, if true, it was something that had happened once they were no longer really needed.
In high school, one of the most chilling things I learned about was the Red Scare in Hollywood. I had a mental picture of Communists sympathizers as sweet helpful souls who wanted to help the less fortunate. I figured artists and actors are often taken in by such things, and thought that the blacklisting of Communists in Hollywood was one of the most terrifying things I had heard of…because I saw myself likely to be part of the blacklisted group.
Because I thought that the actors were just innocent dupes, I figured the other people targeted by the Senate UnAmerican Activities Committee were probably equally innocent or unimportant.
After all, it did not say otherwise in anything I read in school.
Later, I heard that when the KGB opened their documents, the people called before the Senate UnAmerican Activities Committee were actually Communist Party members, many in the pay of the Soviets—actually working for the downfall of America.
I guess, at some level, I had not actually believed it. Or I had pictured them as ineffective intellectuals with glasses sitting around a table somewhere discussing politics and accomplishing nothing.
When I thought of the Communist Party, I pictured, basically, the Libertarian Party. A small party of idealistic intellectuals, devoted to a cause on principle and tirelessly working toward it despite very little success.
I could not have been more wrong.
Bella Dodd was an Italian-born American (she was an American accidentally born in Italy, who grew up there until she was about six,) who went on to become a teacher. Influenced by the young free thinking teacher at her college (who later committed suicide, so empty was her life), Bella became interested in labor rights and was targeted by the Communists.
To my utter astonishment, at that time, the Communists were a huge, well-organized group with fingers in every single pie.
Because they had many of their members stay secret, not reveal that they were actually Communists, they could be members of every group. They formed Fragments, as I think they called them, in every political party, every labor union. Because if this they knew what all the different parties and groups were up to, and could organized coordinated attacks to get their policies across.
In the various teachers unions, their main goal was getting schools to 1) accept federal aid and 2) emphasize separation of church and state.
They had as an avowed goal: designing public schools so as to break up the family and make the children idea future Communists.
The Communists attacked the Church, demonized it, and tried to separate workers from their priests at every turn. Bella saw this over and over and gave some examples. She also admitted to helping over 1,100 communists get into the Roman Catholic Church, with plans to alter and destroy it from within.
They also attacked race harmony in America. Word came from the Soviet Union that America’s racial peace and its morality were its strength, so these things had to be destroyed.
All these things, these things we all complain about but think is just ‘part of life’, this highly-organized, secret group were deliberately attempting to orchestrate.
And they were really clever at it. Whenever anyone came up with a logical argument to make the bad thing sound like the moral high ground, they quickly shared it. Suddenly, that argument was the accepted view.
Here is another person, Mallory Millet, on the same subject.
It was 1969. Kate invited me to join her for a gathering at the home of her friend, Lila Karp. They called the assemblage a "consciousness-raising-group," a typical communist exercise, something practiced in Maoist China. We gathered at a large table as the chairperson opened the meeting with a back-and-forth recitation, like a Litany, a type of prayer done in Catholic Church. But now it was Marxism, the Church of the Left, mimicking religious practice:
"Why are we here today?" she asked.
"To make revolution," they answered.
"What kind of revolution?" she replied.
"The Cultural Revolution," they chanted.
“And how do we make Cultural Revolution?" she demanded.
"By destroying the American family!" they answered.
"How do we destroy the family?" she came back.
"By destroying the American Patriarch," they cried exuberantly.
"And how do we destroy the American Patriarch?” she replied.
"By taking away his power!"
"How do we do that?"
"By destroying monogamy!" they shouted.
"How can we destroy monogamy?"
Their answer left me dumbstruck, breathless, disbelieving my ears. Was I on planet earth? Who were these people?
"By promoting promiscuity, eroticism, prostitution and homosexuality!" they resounded.
Of course, that failed. We haven’t seen any increase in any of those things…
But back to School of Darkness:
Many, many young people flocked to the Communist Party, because they were idealistic and wanted to help their fellow man. They were impressed by the idealism and lack of material goods of many of the inner circle members.
BUT…their goal was revolution. They thought that the Capitalist system had to be overthrown, so that the new better system could come, through violent war.
Everything they did was intended to disrupt America, to destabilize it, to break up the peace and cause discontent.
They caused strikes or lengthened them. They urged workers to join labor unions. American workers were fairly content. Their wages were rising. The Communists had to use propaganda to convince them they were unhappy.
And, boy, did they!
People all over the media and advertising were secretly Communists. They decided how America would see a whole series of things, starting with the idea that fascists and communists are opposites, when both sides were controlled by the same organization. During the Soviet-run Spanish Civil War, they spun the whole thing to make the Church look bad and the rebels look good.
And, they all…this entire movement, took all their orders directly from Moscow, and the moment Moscow said “Jump.” They jumped.
They courted the rich, and money poured into their coffers.
They courted the young and used them up. Bella reported that young people would come into the movement and pour their whole life into the cause in a desire to make the world a better place. The Party would encourage them, use them up, and spend their lives, without much concern for any of them.
Bella discovered that the same highly-organized group who put the Communists into power in Russia also helped support Hitler. At one period, during WWII but before Yalta and Bretton Woods, the Communists were told to make peace between the factions.
And, boy, were they effective!
They had a finger in every pie! They stopped all strikes, got the different unions and parties to work together. They had enough control in enough places that they became the go to power to get things done.
But then orders came from Moscow to go back to pushing revolution and business as usual.
This was where it all started to fall apart. These orders included turning on the man who had been running the party all this time in America. He was not necessarily a good man, he had had people beaten and killed, but he was organized and effective. After he was forced out, it began fracturing.
It wasn’t too much longer until Bella, who was a person who spoke up against some of their more foolish actions, was forced out, too.
She remained a long and lost for some time, her husband had left and her parents had died during her quest for Communism.
Eventually, however, she met Bishop Fulton Sheen and found her way back to the Catholic Church.
At the end, do you know what they did, even back then, to throw her out of the party? They called her a racist. They spread about that she was “against the Negro”. Considering that she had spent years living in Harlem among people of all nations and advocating for them, this was the worst blow to her.
It was eerie to see them doing then the exact same thing that crybullies do now: call people racists when they are not racists.
Every time I see this happen—the internet hoards descend on someone and call them out as a racist, someone who is not a racist, I think of all the real racists in the world. I think two things:
One, I think of the story of the man who is looking for a quarter under a street light, instead of where he dropped it, because the light is better under the lamp. They go for the easy targets.
The other is the story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf. Every time anyone attacks a fake racist, they open the door a little farther for the real racists. Because, already, I notice people who have reached the point that they just shrug and turn away at the cry of “racist,” because, in their experience, it is always a lie.
The more people realize that “racist” is just a pejorative for “we hate you,” the more they ignore it.
Which means that the real racists—and there are real racists out there—when they come will be ignored and will get away with much more than they could have in a sane society.
The most horrible part of all, to me, is that this is not a new book. Not at all. In fact, it was written ten years before I was born.
Which means, my whole life, I could have known all this…but I did not.
In case you wish to listen to Bella Dodd speaking:
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon