Concord Monitor:
The Camp of the Saints, which has also been recommended by white nationalist congressman Steve King of Iowa, is a dystopian racist novel by Frenchman Jean Raspail that dehumanizes all non-whites, caricaturing them as savage, subhuman, eaters of feces who threaten the West.
Actually, during the time Raspail wrote his dyspeptic but powerful propaganda tract the only people who routinely ate feces were avant-garde European and American whites, notably the writers Jean Genet, Charles Bukowski, and William Boroughs who celebrated coprophilia, murder, cannibalism and other vicious practices.
In France, coprophagia among certain of the aristocracy was a thing as far back as the Revolution.
In fact, “eats s***” is an extremely common phrase in normal American conversation; also “full of s***,” “s***-faced,” “s***-posting,” “s***-eating,” “no s***,” “you’re s***ting me,” and many similar terms that go to prove which group of people is actually coprophilic and anally obsessed.
Not that we would ever waste our time and talents defacing human beings of whatever race, all without exception made in the image of God. Argue about immigration all you want. Stop it cold in its tracks. Uncover the Jewish supremacist networks by name.
But don’t try to cover up your abysmal cowardice and inability to fight the globalist elites who are destroying your country by scrawling obscenities fit for the bathroom wall onto the inspired text of the Bible itself.
The ‘camp of the saints’ in The Book of Revelation in the New Testament denotes those who love God and follow truth, righteousness, and love. The forces of Gog and Magog who surround them are the dark Satanically-inspired kingdoms, who, along with the corrupt, homosexual infiltrated Jesuit-led Vatican, and the largely Jewish financial elites, sow division and chaos between nations and creeds to tighten their control over the lives and minds of ordinary men and women world over.
Yet, these groups, which ought to be mentioned by Raspail, are not to be found at all in the book.
Instead, it is Raspail’s visceral hatred of brown skin that comes through. Brown is a color which instantly makes him think of his own excretions, which he then connects to the filth of Asian streets. This revulsion is mixed up with a fear of the massive populations of the East and intense distaste for their customs.
Come to think of it, there is a strangely homosexual element to the novel. The revulsion from breeding, the obsession with death, feces, and playing with feces, are all distinctly homosexual.
Added: I really think I have a point here. The book was written at a time when French intellectual and literary life was replete with perversion, from sado-masochism to pedophilia, necrophilia, and coprophagia. Could it be that this gifted writer, unable to fulfill his suppressed homosexual desires, because of his religion, sublimated them by projecting them onto a dark-skinned invader?
Consider this passage from one of the high priests of French literature, Alain Robbe-Grillet about 6, 7, and 8 year old girls:
They’d sucked vigorous men and perfumed young ladies. They’d been caressed, embraced, licked. Their too-childish orifices had been stuffed with exciting creams, before being very softly masturbated. They’d admired an adolescent burning like a torch. They’d seen sperm and blood spilling, but also the tears of schoolgirls being tortured.”
Compare that to this passage in Camp of the Saints:
And everywhere, a mass of hands and mouths, of phalluses and rumps. White tunics billowing over fondling, exploring fingers. Young boys, passed from hand to hand. Young girls, barely ripe, lying together cheek to thigh, asleep in a languid maze of arms, and legs, and flowing hair, waking to the silent languid maze of arms, and legs, and flowing hair, waking to the silent play of eager lips. Male organs mouthed to the hilt, tongues pointing their way into scabbards of flesh, men shooting their sperm into women’s nimble hands. Everywhere, rivers of sperm. Streaming over bodies, oozing between breasts, and buttocks, and thighs, and lips, and fingers. Bodies together, not in twos, but in threes, in fours”
These are fantasies not fears. The language is of eroticism in revulsion and taboo, which is exactly what perversion is. This is not about poor people. It’s about group homosexual and pedophile orgies.
An odd obsession for a Catholic monarchist, you might think. But then again, when you consider the pedophilia and extreme homosexuality drowning the West, including the Catholic church, maybe not.
[Randy Engel, a traditionalist Catholic, has written exhaustively about the homosexual and pedophile networks in the American Catholic church and those who covered up for them and she has cited Francis, as Pope, making explicit and scandalous references to coprophilia and coprophagia in public speeches.]
Maybe, there lies one secret of the book’s vast popularity.
I read that Raspail’s mentor Marcel Jouhandeau was a homosexual who tried to seduce his pupils and ended by committing suicide. Was Raspail one of the students seduced?
Just as disturbing is the fact that Raspail’s name was among the members of the Association Robert Brasillach, a homosexual, who was condemned after his death for collaboration with the Nazis.
Still, by no means do I think the book should be censored. In fact, I urge everyone from South Asia to read it. Read it on the internet if you don’t want to put money into the man’s hands. He is dead, by the way.
Respect him for telling his truth and saying out loud what the vast majority of white Europeans and Americans will say inside, while going along with liberal pieties on the outside. Miserably poor Indians from Calcutta are an easy target. Raspail, the pious fraud, did not have the courage to write a book about the white-skinned people who actually ruined his culture.
The question is, was that deflection accidental, or not?
I think the latter: the book intentionally sought to reframe the dynamics of such anti-colonial classics as Frantz Fanon’s The Wretched of the Earth, published just 10 years earlier.
By deflecting the righteous anger of colonized people away from the elite colonizers and substituting the white populations of the colonial countries, as victims, the colonizers deftly retained control of their domestic population and forestalled a possible human rapprochement between the two victim groups.
Indeed, it is telling that Raspail wrote nothing as powerful about his real overlords. And his fellow-travelers in the US have joined forces with their real oppressors, the financial elites, to manufacture a false narrative: it’s the wealthy Mellon Scaife family that paid for this book to be republished and distributed here in the US.