Defrocking the System
MANY of you will be familiar with Hans Christian Andersen's (1805-1875) famous Danish tale, 'Kejserens nye klæder,' in which two dishonest weavers agree to make the Emperor a new suit of clothes that will be completely invisible to those who are too ignorant or foolish to see it. This, it was thought, was a way for the ruler to determine exactly who was fit for their position at the Imperial Court.
Whilst the weavers fool the Emperor into believing that he has indeed been presented with this unique apparel, in reality they allow him to walk around without any clothes on at all. His subjects, therefore, witnessing the Emperor in all his nakedness, become so worried about being considered stupid and the very real threat of dismissal that they pretend to see the clothes and, thus, begin to heap praises upon the Emperor on account of his most exquisite and impeccable taste in fashion. It is only when an audacious child steps forward from the crowd to declare that "the Emperor has no clothes" that the falsehood is finally discovered.
This story is rather interesting in that it demonstrates the collective illusions that permeate bourgeois society, with people apparently willing to perpetuate a myth for the sake of their own fragile reputations. Racial, sexual, medical, environmental, historical, cultural, economic; the list goes on. The child, meanwhile, is the Anarchist revolutionary who bravely sets out to expose this ridiculous fraud once and for all. Indeed, if we reposit this little tale into the world of contemporary politics we find that it is those on the Left and Right of the spectrum who actually have no clothes. In fact they have been without clothes for a good many years and yet people are still prepared to believe in the authenticity of their fraudulent ideological vestments.
Ironically, whenever those on the Left and Right point the finger at National-Anarchists and claim, respectively, that we are either 'closet fascists' or 'left-wing infiltrators,' they are making an attempt to clothe us in accordance with their own deceitful agendae. On the contrary, National-Anarchists have nothing to hide and are perfectly happy in their transparency, a nakedness that bears no shame and which will never be reclothed, recasted or reimagined by those whose own lack of sartorial elegance leads them - like all fashion victims - to skulk in the moth-strewn shadows of the last century. Clear the catwalk, it's time for the N-A dandies to strut their stuff.