A black ex-con gets released from prison early and goes on a murderous rampage. His crime spree ends with three bullets in the back from Scott Wilmar, a decorated white war veteran. The incident is caught on video and goes viral. When Wilmar isn't charged, the black community explodes in anger. Scott's wife and children become the target of a violent conspiracy by a radical revolutionary who wants to start a civil war in America. Wilmar and two of his war buddies seek vengeance in this politically incorrect thriller by Hewitt E Moore.
Author of the dystopian novel "White Guilt," the apocalyptic short story "They Must," the ethnic conflict novel "Vengeance is Ours," and a plethora of essays, articles, and poetry.
This book is a fictional account of a white man who in self defense shoots a black man after the black kicks in his door and assaults his wife, and shoots him. The media however twists everything and turns it into a racial hate crime (surprising I know). I won't give away the whole story, however it is packed with action, and full of politically incorrect discussion, which I feel is very relevant to our times. Also included is the explanation of Jewish intent, and some introduction to Christian Identity which I think is useful for those new to these subjects. I found myself laughing at some of descriptions of stereotypes, but they are spot on. Some of the scenes may be a bit graphic for some, and if you are a snowflake, you may need a safe space after reading this. This is fast paced, and far from dull. If you have the free time, you could easily read this in one or two days, and then re-read it or pass it to a friend. I think the author did a great job getting some important points across in a way that is easy to digest.
Plots drawn from the news with no character development, full of misspellings and wrong words, and badly in need of an editor and copyeditor. (Characters are introduced ex machina, and then introduced and described 30 pages later, as if the book were written out-of-order or cut up then reassembled.)
Even by the standard of balkanization fiction, the characters in this book act amorally and immorally too often, with the main character driven by revenge, but his two sidekicks driven by, at best, sadism and hatred instead of ideology and a desire to improve the world their children will inherit (they are never given an explicable motivation in-text except for supporting their buddy in his revenge). The author makes no case for any of the axioms underlying his worldbuilding (such as it is), making the book a poor propagandistic tool which is nearly certain to backfire when not preaching to its own choir. This thing makes 'Hasten the Day' look like a true masterpiece of European literature in comparison.
Covington is the king of this type of fiction; I'm not sure what the tankie equivalent is (maybe the ouevre of the Frankfurt School writers?): he builds a world, tells a story, develops characters, drives a plot, writes a manual of revolution, and a treatise on political science and human differences all at once. Dropping to Moore from Covington is like dropping to any recent Hugo winner from Heinlein or Stephenson.
This book isn't even sufficiently 'fictionized' and reads like a halfway dramatized recounting of news clippings from 2014-2016 with names partially changed at most (though I got a hoot from the criminal 'Justin Igger') from an alt-right perspective, with more dangling threads than a tapestry from the battle of Tours and more red herrings and random discurses (one of which, on the fictional 'Herrenvolk', ends up being the highlight of the work) than a sardine cannery.
Half a star added for some interesting ideas and facts included (in a ham-fisted way) in a few of the monologues throughout the slim work, especially those on ethnic cohesion. They're not the best ideas or the best defenses of mediocre ideas, and, when taken as a whole, are inconsistent and muddled, so they're not going to be reaching anyone who doesn't already know them (or close cousins) already.
The ending is better than the rest of the book and not nearly as clichéd or hackneyed as one would guess: a Chekov's gun one has nearly forgotten about finally fires.
I finish by reflecting on the state of education, today: a day when people get their facts from fiction and then bitch about fake news.
I only write reviews this long about books that are really good, really bad, or really made me think. This one didn't cause me to do much thinking, but, perhaps surprisingly, was not as painful to read as my review might intimate - as if it were 144 pages of longueurs alone. It's not that bad (like 'The Slow Regard of Silent Things'), but it's a waste of time in a world where 'Freedom's Sons', 'The Brigade', and 'Hasten the Day' have been written.