“So your SS is hot for world domination again? Business as usual!”
“Lessing, you dumb mother, that’s the name of the game. That’s been it, the whole turd-pile, the be-all and end-all, since Cheops built his pyramid! Power, man, power! Who gives the orders and what gets done. If you want your kind running the future, then you do what you have to do!”
“And incidentally thumb the world?”
“Of course not! Why should we want war? Too many atom bombs and killer satellites and city -busters out there as it is, and not even cockroaches can live on a nuked planet! We don’t want war, or slaves, or colonies! We want a future for our Western heritage, peace and plenty, an efficient government, an end to the social evils that’re tearing us up today, and purpose and hope for our kids.”
“If I knew Deutschland Über Alles, I’d sing!”
“Better the Horst Wessel Lied.”
“You never mentioned this stuff before.”
“Would you have listened? Mulder had asked me to talk to you, but you never showed any inclination: as apolitical as a cow-pie. Then came the breakin, and you found out for yourself.”
“I never saw Indoco as a hotbed of far-right radicalism!”
“Indoco doesn’t need the publicity. It just goes on making fertilizers and pesticides and agro-chemicals. It’s a subsidiary of Tee-May Industries of Athens, Greece; Tee-May is part of Rocco Corporation of Florence, Italy; and above that I don’t know. We do our jobs, watch the world go by, and quietly work to change public opinion.”
The sunlight made blinding, silvery dazzles of the cutlery, the teapot, and the milk and sugar pitchers. Lessing picked irritably at his shirt, already stained with perspiration and sticking to his spine. “What about the neo-Nazis? The Missouri Seven? The gang who blew up the power station in Munich in 2040?”
Wrench waved a manicured hand. “They’re part of it. Every movement needs street troops. Our enemies are tough; we’re tougher. Anyhow, there’s no such thing as a neo-Nazi; you’re either with us or you’re part of the problem. A lot of little organizations are called ‘Nazi’ when they’re not: some who ‘re right off the wall… rubber-room material… who mix our ideology with Christianity, survivalism, grassroots American patriotism, gut-level race-hatred… with almost anything. Wouldn’t surprise me to find a cell of conservative rabbis somewhere passing as ‘Nazis.’”
“Oh, sure. And while we’re at it, just what do you have in mind for the Jews and the Blacks? More gas chambers?”
“I told you: there never were such things. None. That was wartime propaganda that the Jews kept going in order to gain sympathy, support, and money for Israel. We don’t hate other races or ethnic groups; we just love our own people more. Our civilization is best fitted to run this ball of mud, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to slaughter all of our fellow inhabitants. If they cooperate, they’ll be a damned sight better off than they are right now.”
Lessing frowned. He could think of nothing to say.
“As I said, we’re in competition with those people for world supremacy. We will win because we are the best fitted to do so. If others choose to live in peace within their own regions, we won’t harm them. Those in our territory who are not our people will have to leave and settle elsewhere. It’s as simple as that. We’re willing to let other ethnic groups have their place in the sun, but as for living with us, running us, or grabbing what we have worked to build up for ourselves… no way! If that takes force to achieve… and maintain… then so be it. As the Jews say, ‘never again!’”
“No slavery? No labor camps… even if they’re not ‘death camps’?”
“Nope. Slavery doesn’t work. It always ends up, eventually, with mixing between slaves and masters, and then one has a real mess. Look what happened in the United States after the Civil War. We’ll govern ourselves and do our own work; others can run their societies the way they want. We’ll use force only if others try to dominate us.”
“But what about non-Whites in America and other Western countries?”
“They’ll have to go elsewhere: establish their own enclaves, set up their own governments, and run their own show the way they want it. They cannot live permanently in our territory. No more ‘minority rule’… or TV propaganda persuading our kids to go for mixed dating and mongrel mating!”
“That’s prejudice!”
“So? That ‘s been the policy in the state of Israel since that country was founded a century ago: no intermarriage between Jews and non-Jews, second-class citizenship for non-Jews, and worse for Arabs! Smile crooked at them, and they blow up your house in ‘retaliation.’ You can call it ‘prejudice’ if you want, but don’t accuse us of having a monopoly on it.”
“And if non-Whites don’t want to live under your Nazi rule and don’t want to go away either?”
“Tough cases demand tough solutions. We will try to sort them out… preferably without violence.” Wrench wriggled his fingers in the air. “We are going to do this. Either that or watch the future dribble away into a mishmash of alien ideologies and beliefs. Earth is overcrowded as it is, and what’s coming will be worse: over a billion Indians, another billion and a half Chinese, Africa bursting at the seams. Hunger, war, pestilence, death… the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse… are riding straight for us unless we head ‘em off at the pass. We’ve got to take control, got to become efficient, got to weed out weakness, got to build up our defenses. Otherwise we… and all the other races too… are doomed. Humanity’ll go the way of the dinosaurs!”
Lessing stared at him. “You’re serious? Really serious? Un-scramble the races? In North America? In New York City alone? Send the Blacks to Africa, the Chicanos to Mexico, the Haitians to Haiti…?” He chortled. “The gays to San Francisco?”
“Lessing, you asshole “
“Hell, even God couldn’t do it! It would make the shift of Muslims to Pakistan and Hindus to India back in the last century look like a kindergarten fire drill by comparison!”
“It will be done, without violence or war if possible. Our movement is international. Our sister-organizations in other countries will help other races and ethnic groups to develop ‘movements’ of their own. They have their pride and their right to live, just as we have ours. They’ll persuade their people to come and live with their own kind.”
“You’re out of your motherly mind!” Lessing had another thought. “What of the mixes? The interracial marriages? The millions of mixed-race kids in the ghettos? Suppose they refuse to go?”
Wrench got up. The heat was a physical wall at the edge of the verandah. “You’re right: a problem But not as bad as we have now with those ghettos in full swing: sinks of poverty, crime, drugs, AIDS, and hopelessness. The present Establishment can’t pay the costs of welfare and medical aid for much longer. Those people will be better off separated and living in enclaves of their own than they could ever be with us. Given a worst-case scenario, though, if they don’t want to work things out, and if they offer violence, then… and only then… will there be trouble. Even so, it couldn’t be as bad as the mess we’re heading for now.”
“How do you get ’em to go?”
“Make ‘em an offer they can’t refuse: land elsewhere and other positive inducements if they go quietly… or whatever it takes to get rid of them if they make a fuss.”
Lessing rubbed the high bridge of his nose. “Okay, what about the North American Indian? You going to move the White folks out of the United States to give the Indian back his country?”