ABOUT ME
My name is Carolyn Yeager.
I grew up in a
small Midwestern city surrounded by farm land dotted with farming communities. It was a place populated by white
people, except for a few small neighborhoods where Negroes lived, where we knew
not to go without even being told. Until high school, I went to school only
with other whites. In high school, the black kids congregated at one end of the
main hall, while the much larger white student body congregated at the other.
The only Negro I remember as an individual from that time was one extroverted
boy who made a point to hang out with white kids as much as possible while in
school. John Waddell was a high achiever and very presentable — we were
all well-dressed then; girls wore skirts, never pants, to school — so he
was accepted and some kids joked and were friendly with him. I don’t even
remember having blacks on our school sports teams; all our school jocks were
white boys, and we cheered for white boys at our sports events.
I certainly never
felt a lack of diversity or “choice” growing up in such a white
environment. There was quite a variety of characters and personalities among us
and, as an aspiring artist, I developed friendships with many schoolmates who
had different interests from one another, but with whom I had something in
common. My memories of growing up
in my white home town are very colorful, indeed!
My family never
locked our house — for some reason there was no key to the front door.
Even when we went on our three week summer vacations the front door was not
locked, the neighbors simply “kept an eye on it.” Nothing was ever disturbed. We kids
roamed far and wide from our neighborhoods at times; we were free to do as we
liked and we never did bad things to one another, nor did we ever run into any
perverts or pedophiles. We often played or stayed outside after dark. Life was
safe.
I didn’t
grow up with television from a young age, thank goodness. When television did
come, it was pretty basic and, of course, black and white, with a tendency to
be snowy. I myself haven’t had television in my own home for the past 25
years! But I did go to the movies almost every weekend then — my older
sister, a true movie fan, led the way. Glamour was in, and we fell for it.
Tough guy men and sexy dolls, MGM musicals and 20th Century Fox
showgirl extravaganzas — they gave us the idea that “love,”
excitement, and an ending where everybody got their “just desserts”
were the stuff of life. My sister liked dark-haired leading men for some
reason; I always liked the blondes. They were the good guys.
Politically, my
parents were Democrats and moderately Liberal. But that didn’t extend to
race, which, however, was a subject that was hardly ever discussed in our house
as it just didn’t come up. We did sometimes laugh about the aversion that
my mother had toward contact with colored people because it caused some
hilarious events (in retrospect) to occur during our vacations. And my father
vented once in a rare while at the dinner table about the Jews he had to deal
with. Having to purchase goods from
certain Jewish owned national firms, he also had to “compete” with
local Jews who were in the same business he was. Even though being Jewish was
the only thing that connected these people with each other, they often stuck
together and denied my father the best merchandise or timely delivery to hamper
his competitiveness. So between the dishonest Jews who cheated him and the
Negroes who stole from him, it’s understandable that my father called his
fellow German-Americans, along with the farmers and trades people who were his
loyal customers, “the salt of
the earth.” I, being an avid
reader and sensitive to the disapproval that we of German ancestry should dislike
Jews, developed a more liberal and “worldly” outlook that came from
books and magazines, not experience.
As an adult, and
a typical female, I was sympathetic to the plight of the coloreds in their
search for “justice” and civil rights as portrayed by the news
media. I continued to read liberal magazines and authors and believed there was
only one point of view on most issues worthy of a decent person — the
liberal view.
So how did I
change from that into what I am now — a White Nationalist and even a
National Socialist? Well, first, the passage of time and seeing what kind of
world liberalism has brought us. More specifically, I think it began with reading
“The Creature from
In 2004, someone
gave me some videos exposing 9/11 as an “inside job.” I already
hated everything about the 9/11 aftermath because of the demagogic way it was
being used, but these videos were hard for me to believe at first. They raised
credible questions, though, and I tried to get others I knew to watch
them. I found that no one wanted to
look at them and refused to believe they could be accurate. The person who gave
me the videos also got me listening to Republic Broadcasting Network radio and
reading the American Free Press
weekly newspaper. Soon I was into conspiracy theories of all kinds, finding
there was solid basis for them and that Jews were usually involved. Once I let
go my fear of being labeled an anti-Semite, many things meshed in my mind and I
felt tremendously freed. While 9/11 remained the major focus in the beginning,
the “Holocaust”, World War 2, Freemasonry, the United Nations and
even the Apollo Moon Landing were topics I read about and discussed on internet
forums. I became comfortable with racialist thinking, realizing that
multiculturalism and multiracialism were part of the Globalist-Jewish-Communist-Corporatist
plan to control all the world’s resources, including its people. Finally,
I was drawn to National Socialism as a viable alternative, learning about its
true nature as opposed to the lies I had been taught. It felt very good, as if
I had come home to my true German roots and what was authentic in my Self.
As I participate
in the Nationalist and Pro-White struggle today and ask what could give us more
strength, one thing I see is a lack of participation of women. I also see a
lack of unity in thinking between white men and white women. I suspect a
crucial element that is lacking is RESPECT, not only between the sexes, but
also self-respect individually. Of
course, the enemies of a strong white race have been grinding away at our
self-respect and respect for other whites for a long time. They have had
success — we attack each other far more vigorously than we attack our
opponents. While it’s true that infiltrators are at work, we are still
easily frustrated and many of us have become angry at and alienated from our
opposite sex.
In the past, we
took our favored position in society for granted. We did not foresee a day that
we would be forced to share our home with a massive wave of immigrants from
third world countries. Today, we find ourselves in a technologically advanced,
racially diverse environment that is destructive of our culture and ruled by
international power cabals, where our voice no longer seems to carry any
weight. How do we fight this?
I know that women
must be brought into the fight. They constitute many millions of our race who
are presently, for all intents and purposes, voluntarily working for the enemy.
This website is my effort to reach white women with the right message. I intend
for it to build respect for, and within, women; to help some women understand
they must be worthy of respect; and to guide others to respect and identify
with their white folk as a race with
a glorious history of achievement. Yes, we must learn to see ourselves as part
of a particular group — the White, or Aryan, Race — not as
belonging to humanity as a whole. That is a trap. The television is our
greatest corrupter, and we must not succumb to it. The allure of GLAMOUR is
used to tempt us into non-Aryan lifestyles based on MONEY. The symbol of the
serpent drawing us out of the good life, our natural life, with promises of
ease and power, is apt. I want this website to be an antidote to the
mesmerizing effect of that deceiver. Women must be able to control and
discipline themselves if they don’t want men, and foreign men at that, to
do it for them.
EMAIL ME AT: carolyn@whitewomenonly.com