"The West is empty, even if it has not yet become really aware of it. An extraordinarily inventive civilization, surely the only one capable of meeting the challenges of the third millennium, the West has no soul left."

"At every level – nations, races, cultures, as well as individuals – it is always the soul that wins the decisive battles. It is only the soul that forms the weave of gold and brass from which the shields that save the strong are fashioned. I can hardly discern any soul in us."

So wrote the great French novelist, Jean Raspail, in 1973 in his harrowing, apocalyptic novel, The Camp of the Saints, that foretold the coming disastrous immigration dilemma facing the nations of the West today. Raspail was far ahead of his time – with a brilliant flair for discerning the "big picture" of humanity's precarious swings regarding culture, ideology, power and politics.

The literati of the day heaped huge scorn upon Raspail for daring to tell them truths they were fleeing from. The mainstream press of Europe and America declared his disturbing novel to be a "preposterous, appalling screed." Time magazine called it a "bilious tirade." Columnist Linda Chavez labeled the book "racist, xenophobic and paranoid." Almost to a man the media attacked Raspail with a frenzied hatred dripping from their reviews.

Admittedly, the book has some racist verbiage that is off-putting. But these prose indiscretions committed by Raspail are picayune in comparison to the monumental message that he is delivering to his fellowman so lost in the decadent sewers of modern day apathy. The book is a didactic masterpiece, one of those gritty, salient sermons of fire and fervency that the daring minds of civilization create every hundred years or so when the societies around them are careening off into insanity. And is this not what modern society has been doing throughout the twentieth century and since?

Of course, this is what makes history the majestic but tragic enigma that it is. Humans continually wish to avoid the law of nature that is ingrained in their existence like the bloom is etched into the seedling of the rose. The natural law cannot be avoided, yet man never learns. He presumes he can climb to the moon on a rope of sand, that freedom no longer requires adherence to rights, that equal honor and fortune are prizes to be given to everyone no matter what their contribution to society, that nations are not based upon ethnicity and tradition, but upon arbitrary legal contrivance and can house multicultural hordes of aliens who do not share a common language, ideology, or system of values.

It is to this terrible default of humanity in regards to the fundamental truth of "ethnic nationalism" that Raspail directs the vision of his novel. And because the establishments of our day are the horrid progenitors of such a terrible default, they became ghouls in their reaction to The Camp of the Saints.

The Purpose of the Novel

The novel is not meant to be a realistic prediction of what will come about if we don't recover our sanity and pride of nation. It is an allegory in the best tradition of fables like George Orwell's Animal Farm and John Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress. It is a literary method dating back to Homer and the ancient Greeks. It is a stark warning that if we don't get control of unchecked immigration, if we don't muster the will to defend our borders and our cultures against invading third-world aliens, our cherished civilization in the West will come to a hideous end.