Entering upon his eighth decade, his energy was high and his mind as wide-ranging and penetrating as ever. John Tyndall can be described as a man fully in touch with the real world, with no emotion-induced illusions about our plight, but also with a deep spiritual connection to his people -- and to the infinite. I am proud to call him friend. Ave, John Tyndall. -- Kevin Alfred Strom.

I was an avid reader, over many years, of Spearhead magazine, edited by John Tyndall. It abounded with quality articles by the editor himself and others, including Webster, Richard Verrall (author of Did 6 million really die?) and a Bradford Headmaster who foresaw the tragedy of multiracial schools.

At first, they were heady days for the National Front, of who John Tyndall was chairman. Impressive marches, clashes with left wing rent-a-mobs and heartening election results. Then came division, the homosexual issue, spiteful articles and internecine squabbles that left the NF in tatters.

I must have read scores of Spearhead, leaving them behind me at dentist waiting rooms, clubs, busses or wherever. Then, as I matured politically, I simply could not stand any more the “little Englander” politics - butter from New Zealand and all that.

Tyndall and myself corresponded briefly. When in London, I always sought to meet him. Unfortunately he was never in the city at the time, but up North on speaking engagements. Once, while staying at Margate for a few days, I actually drove to Hove and knocked on his door, since he had given me his home address. Again unfortunately, I missed him.

Anagogical Imperial Vision

Tyndall was an incurable Imperialist. His spell in the army moulded him into that type of Englishman that sought certainty in Empire and the armed forces. Tyndall was in favour of the draft, believing it to be the best school for character formation to our youth. Not only that, he saw in Imperial glory an anagogic function.

I remember an article of his, one of his best, wherein he described his overflowing emotions as the Union Jack was raised. This was during an army parade he was participating in. It was a feeling of belonging to something greater than himself.

I understood Tyndall’s emotions since the same had happened to me when, as a young boy in the company of my grandfather, I used to watch, spellbound, the changing of the guard at the Main-guard, Valletta. This was a weekly, Saturday morning parade and many of my age must have vivid memories of it.

The band leading, soldiers marching behind, the precision, the timing: everything designed to project British Imperial power even though, at that stage, the sun had already set. The silent crowds watching admiringly and in awe.

I went through Tyndall’s experience as well. A feeling I cannot describe. A feeling echoed by my friend, tenor Paul Asciak when, on holiday in Gibraltar just a few years ago, he underwent the same catharsis. He was watching the same Saturday parade at that last outpost of British overseas rule. Paul told me how he was suddenly overcome with this anagogic rapture during the parade: how he wept for joy, clapped his hands like a maniac and cheered the troops to the bewilderment of all. He told everyone: “you cannot understand – I come from Malta!”

Anagogic Imperium

Alas, the British Empire is no more, betrayed by that old fool Churchill who fought the wrong war, at the wrong time, against the wrong enemy. The greatest betrayal of a people and Empire within a span of five years. A tragedy of world magnitude.

Unfortunately, John Tyndall couldn’t escape the world he was born in. He just could not believe that an Empire could be dissolved without hope of rebirth. He strove, fought throughout his life for the re-emergence of Britain into a Great Britain, leading an Empire, or re-dimensioned Commonwealth of kindred Anglo-Saxons: Canada, Australia, New Zealand and South Africa.

That dream was unachievable. Re-generation can never come from a fetid, corrupt centre, but from a vibrant periphery. We have to seek, find that periphery, that spark that will rekindle the greatness of the Europids.

We have to create a new Empire. The greatest Empire the world has ever seen: an Imperium girdling the globe, uniting the Europid cousins: the Anglo-Saxons, the Teutons, the Slavs and last, but not least the Latins. A Unifying IDEA that will unite all Europids wherever they are. An IDEA, fulfilling an anagogic function, galvanising the Europid race.

Ireland to Vladivostok, beyond Bering embracing Vinland, the North American continent that will emerge after the collapse of the present, Zionist dominated USA. Huge swathes of land and mountains in South America uniting Uruguay, Argentina and Chile. Australia and New Zealand, a continent reserved for Whites. And lastly, South Africa, at the very least south of the Zambezi up till Cape Agulhas.

Brussels

As one young lady told an impatient, already married King “the road to my bedroom is through the church door” – We believe that this vision of Imperium can only materialise by our take-over of Brussels.

Yes, we have to take over Brussels! We, of the New Right have to unify all the Right Wing Forces in Europe. We have to give them a Unifying IDEA. All it takes is to muster 18 MEPs from five countries and that’s it: an autonomous group, a voice within that gaggle of squallid socialists and Christian hypocrites.

Eventually this group under the umbrella of Nova Europa will grow. It will gather forces that range from the Lega Nord, to the Front Nationale, the BNP, Vlaams Belang, Alleanza Nazionale and a wide range of Independents. A strong group, roughly within the “Right” wing of politics. Gradually, common ground will give way to common ideology and High Politics.

We in Malta are fighting for this aim. We of Imperium Europa are convinced that once we will be in Europe, Malta, this Sacred Island of Melitae, an island steeped in Spirituality, will become the Spiritual focal point, the Pyrammidical Peak that will give a High Political bearing to Europe. Without this compass, without this Unifying IDEA, nothing effective can be achieved.

John Tyndall’s dream of a Greater Britain can be fulfilled. In fact, a bigger vision turned into political reality. A Europe of Regions and Peoples that will encourage each sub-race to excel in its own particular aptitudes. A harmony amongst kindred Europids.

John Tyndall’s fight was not in vain. His were difficult times especially with a legacy of Fascism and Nazism continually pinned on him. It is to him and others like him, to their fortitude and resolve, that we are able to continue the struggle with the certainty, the conviction that soon, Victory will be ours!

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