Choose To Die For Her

I just learned about the murder and assault case of Liana Friedenbach. It happened a while ago, but of course I would have a reaction to it.

If you are a man who is with your woman when you find yourself attacked by multiple armed men who threaten to kill you while they force themselves upon her, of course you are unlikely to succeed in defending her.

But understand something: They are probably going to kill you anyway.

And even if they don’t, you will be forever traumatized not by the thought of physical injury, but by the question if you could have somehow protected her after all.

Your chances of beating them are low, not zero.

And I take personal grievance with stories like those partially because of my own African-American history, but in a counter-intuitive way.

“Black” people like me exist not simply because the slave trade existed, but because far more often than not, black men were cowards who didn’t value black women enough to die with their honor in defense of their women. The original cucks of America were black men.

This is why the martial bravery in someone like me rings of European warriorhood, not African. Yes, more recently in lines like mine the love was voluntary, but the intermixing *started* hundreds of years ago due to the *failure* of black masculinity.

Because it should not have mattered if anyone wanted to enslave black people; what should have mattered is black warriorhood. If not with the initial loss of slaves, then at least with a tribal attempt to recover them.

Where was the great African king who launched a thousand ships to save his people?

Obviously, that never happened. So, I *cannot* respect the African side of my lineage as much, because respect is earned, never given. That is a basic principle taught in the worlds of the military, martial arts, business, and any largely masculine domain, cross-culturally.

The concept of generational trauma is real. Not everyone uses it as their excuse for failures in life (don’t get me wrong), but the scientific concept of blood memory is very real.

So, part of the generational tragedy and divine comedy of an individual like me is the weight we bear from that part of our origin stories, depending on which angle you view the bloodline from and at what timestamp in its history: I can redeem the cowardice of my bloodline that failed to serve and protect its women, but I cannot reverse the mutations that have occurred that would define those women as European.

You can see that will to redeem in virtually everything I do: from my technology to what motivates me to fight people like Andrew Tate or protect European women from Indian creeps at networking events. They sense that benevolent will, which is why so many of them follow me: That generational scar I carry behind the will to protect our people’s women.

Choose to die before you let them take her. Because then, at least, in her own trauma should she survive, she will remember that there are indeed good men that exist...and that could actually help her psychologically recover.

Because in her mind, during nights like Liana’s, there are only two types of men...and both are cowards.

Be the one that’s not.

Give her the gift of the memory that there really are men out there in the world who’d rather die for her, both for the sake of his own honor and for the sake of her self-esteem.