MEMORY OF COMRADE MARCEL SCHILF
December 1972 - 23rd January 2001
Eleven years ago today, comrade Marcel Schilf passed into immortality.
This C18 organiser and a great comrade will be forever remembered by
all those who knew him.
The memorial below was written over a decade ago but it still stands
SCHILF - R.I.P.
I have written literally
hundreds of articles in my time, but this one is without comparison the
most difficult to produce. I simply cannot put on paper the full weight
of the sorrow, grief and immense sensation of loss that I feel today -
a day after my best friend and political colleague MARCEL SCHILF died.
Marcel may have been
and his life did expire in a hospital. But he was still one of our most
outstanding casualties of war. Had he, like most Whites, chosen a life
of submission, or like most so-called "nationalists", a life of
warrior or pen-pusher, my comrade would have been alive and well now.
Marcel had chosen the path of the warrior, sacrificing himself and the
"comfort" of a "normal" life, for the sake of our race and the ideals
Blood & Honour.
I have known most of the
infamous of nationalists during the last quarter of the 20th century,
I can say for certain that Marcel Schilf was the biggest innovator of
Movement and our times. He created the first active video division
the Movement - NS88 (later incorporating the magnificent talents of
artist Jäsä), as well as its most radical record company - NS
Records. He also established the famous Club Valhalla, its successor
28 and the famous Festung Ljungbyhed in Klippan. And he was the
of Blood & Honour Scandinavia,
Marcel Schilf instigated
countless marches, demos and concerts - while his frail body turned
and weaker through every spectacular show of White Pride. Never did he
let personal considerations stop him from performing what he saw as his
duty. All his time, energy and personal income was spent on the many
he was involved in, while he lived literally on the road or in bunker
conditions of war.
Schilf was feared by our
enemy and hated
by the enemy within. Reds and Zionists, journalists and political
pop parasites and profiteers - they all tried to bring him down. In the
end, the work strain, the harassment, the political kangaroo courts and
the constant stress, brought him to the hospital bed and eventually
his lifeblood. But though he has now passed on to the warriors´
of Asgard, his spirit lives on down here, both guiding and inspiring us
to continue the battle, whatever it takes.
Marcel, you were one of
and smallest of figures I have encountered, but you were certainly the
biggest fighter I have ever had the honour of calling my friend.
My thoughts - shared by
his many, many
friends and comrades all over the White world - go to his loving wife
who stood by him in all and everything, and to his family in Germany
Denmark who have paid the price of sharing the family name with one of
Europe's all-time bravehearts.
Marcel, you are forever
in my heart
and as a shining beacon of inspiration in my eyes, which today are
with tears of sadness and loss.
Hail you, buddy!
2012 British People's Party, BM Box 5581,
London WC1N 3XX