Hold Back This Day
San Francisco: Counter-Currents, 2011
For years I was after this book. Each time I
checked, however, Amazon had the paperback edition listed for
ridiculous prices, well into the triple-digit range.
At last Greg Johnson came along, contacted the
author, and organised a new edition of this long-out-of-print dystopian
novel through for Counter-Currents.
Ward Kendall’s Hold Back This Day
follows an identifiable pattern in American dystopian fiction dealing
with the prospects of the white race. We are taken to a future after
the 2070s, when the forces of egalitarianism have triumphed almost
completely, the world government having nearly completed a project for
ending war by homogenising all human populations biologically. In this
future, planet Earth is populated by 19,000,000,000 people, all
converging towards an indeterminate race with medium brown skin.
History has been re-written, erasing the white man
from its annals. If the white man is mentioned in any way, it is as a
paradigm of evil: the white race was the most malevolent that had ever
existed, having enslaved other races, grown wealthy at their expense,
and appropriated their achievements. Its extinction was to be welcome,
and the achievement of that extinction the accomplishment of a grand
humanist mission, designed to propel humanity towards a more elevated
era of brotherhood and equality.
Some whites still exist, however, and one of them
is the main character, Jeff Huxton, a school teacher. Needless to say
that he is deeply depressed, ridden with shame and self-hatred. All the
same, he is able to hold a job, and enjoy some privileges, thanks to
his position, which involves destroying racial identity through
education and fomenting racial extinction through encouraging
miscenegation. (Other whites are essentially non-persons.) Needless to
say also that his white son, Adam, product of a frowned-upon marriage
with another White woman and former wife, eventually evolves from
bright child to embittered teenager, half-psychotic with contained
rage, self-loathing, and clinical depression.
When the story begins, Jeff is married to Li Ming,
his second white, of Asian origin but otherwise racially ambiguous.
Later she turns out to be selfish, duplicitous, and basely malicious.
Likewise, his daughter, product of this marriage, later becomes
involved a state-sponsored genocidal enterprise.
Jeff exists in a global economy, which has meant
being stationed in various regions of the planet over time. One of the
worst was North America. When the action begins, he is about to take up
a new position in Africa.
Jeff’s boss is Ahmad Yehudit, a corpulent man of
medium brown skin, racially neutral, confusing even, whom we visualise
more or less as a mulatto. Like most of the other characters, he has a
weirdly incongruous name-surname combination; he also professes the
world religion, which is mix of all religions, but which also has
recognisable Islamic features and in conversation results in comically
As the story develops, Ahmad is promoted and
enters the privileged circle of the world rulers. The world they
preside over is one of universal poverty, authoritarian governance,
crumbling infrastructure, hunger-suppressing pills, covert mass
killings, and scientific regression. Indeed, the project of racially
homogenising humanity has had the predictable effect of lowering global
IQ and thus of making it progressively harder to maintain (let alone
advance) a technological civilisation. It is Richard Lynn’s worst case
And not unexpectedly, we discover that the
governing class, comprised mostly of individuals with the ideal skin
tone 5, live in obscene luxury, albeit well hidden from view,
justifiably paranoid. They are, of course, thoroughly corrupt,
cognisant of their lies and uninterested in the future of humanity;
their sole preoccupation is the perpetuation of their rule and the
continued enjoyment of their hypocritical privileges.
There is some hope, though, for there exists an
underground resistance movement. Its members have links with an
offplanet colony, which represents the White race’s last hope. The
novel is set up to bring these two opposing forces into conflict. We
can think of it, therefore, as an interplanetary race war, where the
entire future of humanity is at stake, not just that of a single country
Kendall is adept at maintaining a suspenseful
narrative. As the novel progresses and the stakes rise, it becomes ever
more difficult to put the novel down. And even where the good guys
score a victory, the consequences are depressing, disastrous, and
prospects grow ever grimmer. In the end, we one cannot decide whether
we could call the outcome a victory or a defeat. It is traumatic. For
Kendall, it seems, the price that would have to be paid, should things
be allowed to get this far, will be horrific, and the end result
catastrophic, losses outweighing any wins.
In various ways this is superior to other popular
novels I have read in this genre. It is certainly better than Scott
Wilson’s Utopia-X, which contains a number of similar features
(browbeaten Whites, malevolent browns, privileged Blacks, squalor, and
a monstrous deception by a corrupt ruling class of anti-White
racists); and although shorter and simpler plotwise, it has a more
in-depth and astutely observant characterisation than Randolph
Calverhall’s Nazi revenge fantasy, Serpent’s Walk.
There are some minor flaws. In 212 pages, for
example, we are told twelve times that the Earth has ‘nineteen billion’
inhabitants—that is more or less once every seventeen pages. I see no
need to pound it this hard.
Also the leader of the resistance is perhaps too
good, too noble, to be entirely believable. He certainly belongs to a
type, a stereotype, that I seem to have encountered in similar novels
by American authors, and I tend to think that leaders of any
underground resistance movement, of any aggressive opposition to the
reigning system, when the stakes are this high, the enemy so ruthless,
and the situation so bleak and so critical, would be a pitiless
pragmatist, a charismatic but otherwise thoroughly unpleasant person.
In other words, a darker and more ambiguous character.
Finally, I would have preferred the dire and
harrowing conditions in this future world to have been shown a bit more
rather than told, especially considering the fact that this novel
intends a serious message. It would not have been necessary to subject
readers to 500 pages of anxiety and claustrophobia, but a couple of
descriptive passages would have driven the point home more forcefully.
Of course, this is the sort of thing that tends get sacrificed in the
interest of speed.
All the same, Kendall successfully creates an
utterly dark and stomach-churning future of planned extinction,
universal poverty, and social degradation, built on cowardice, fuelled
by envy, and defined by mediocrity. The reader is left in no doubt that
a doomsday asteroid or a thermonuclear holocaust would be preferable
to this. The most depressing aspect of this work is that Kendall’s
scenario is a fairly believable extrapolation of present trends: even if
the specifics turn out the be different or more complex or ambiguous,
even if the process herein described takes longer, the end result,
absent the predicted dominance of the far East later this century,
would not differ much from what is described in this novel.
The lesson to take away—which is intended for an
expected all-white audience—is clear: either act now, and risk being
called names, or pay down the line with the entire future of the race,
with no certainty of a desirable outcome even if action is taken
eventually. And I does seem silly—does it not?—to worry about being
called names or being frowned at when these are the consequences.
On the whole, this is very much a novel of its time.
In the future, historians seeking to learn about the commonly held
social attitudes of Americans in the late 20th and early 21st
centuries, will note firstly, that this was a time when said Americans
were, on the one hand, preoccupied with equality, and on the other,
with human races; and secondly, that while the majority believed or at
least paid lip service to the absolute moral goodness of equality,
there was a minority who regarded its pursuit as an evil. Today,
however, the novel will only be comprehensible to that minority; the
majority will dismiss it (without reading it) as an absurd paranoid
delusion by a man filled with hate. This is because egalitarian ethics
(the dominant ethics of our times), based as it is on the supposition of
natural equality, cannot abide a defense of whiteness, since that
would not only necessitate privileging it, but also, if whiteness is
treated biologically, as it is in the novel, acquiescing to natural
inequality. On that basis alone, the intended public warning is lost.
Only the overthrow of egalitarianism with a moral theory that treats
difference or uniqueness as a good, would bring it back from beyond the