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Quilting - A White Woman's Art
by Toni Brian
June 3, 2002
There are two voyages of self-discovery that I embarked on not too long ago.
One was adding more names to my family tree (tracing my genealogical roots)
and the other was quilting.
Quilting, sewing, stitching, creating blankets out of fabric has not only
been a wonderful hobby for me, but it has brought me closer to my Aryan-woman roots.
I was not brought up in the traditional family, but was raised in the
jewish experiment called feminism. Tossed to and fro from different family
members, educated in the publik high schools and nourished on a diet rich in
jewish filth fed by the lights and sounds from a TV, I was the typical
American child. I learned how to cook when I was 14, by working in a fast
food restaurant. I learned how to mend holes with a safety pin, and I learned
how to clean by pushing all my things under my bed.
With all these negative forces in my life, I yearned for something more
meaningful, more traditional to what I had around me which was directing me,
brainwashing me.
I eagerly signed up for a "Home Economics" class. I learned how to stuff a
cut-out pillow and sew the ends up, along with the black boys and the chinko
girls who sat in that class. That was the only "real" project I remember, the
rest of the year was dedicated to watching videos of various "peoples" making
their "ethnic" crafts. But I was proud of my white puppy pillow and displayed
it on my bed for the next three years.
Always the creative one, I signed up for pottery classes, art classes
anything to do with artistic ability. By the time high school indoctrination
was over, my head was spinning and I was confused. I was looking for
something but I didn't know what it was. I was in a mad rush to find out who
I was and what I was going to do with "my life."
While visiting the local library, I noticed a huge genealogical center.
"WOW!" I thought, "that's what I'll do, I'll trace my family tree." Quickly
running home and writing out letters to my grandmothers and grandfathers I
asked for names, dates and places as far back as they could remember. Soon I
received my request. It turns out my great uncle on my father's side had
already done the genealogical record for the family. Apparently he traveled
all over England and Australia for the information. This was amazing. Later I
was able to search out my mother's roots. The information came easily, and
with the addition of the Internet in my life I was able to build on the
information given by my grandparents. I felt connected to my past and my
heritage.
Given that my mother was born to a Czechoslovakian mother and German father,
and my father's roots are primarily English and Scottish (which can be traced
backed to the early 1600s I might add), I feel very connected to the White
race.
This connection ensured the future choices I would make, even if
subconsciously.
After marrying a White man and bearing children with him, I needed to find a
hobby or a project I could call my own, besides staying home with the
children. With simple coincidences that occurred, I was given a sewing
machine by a woman family member, fabric from another and sewing instruction
by another. I found encouragement through the women in my extended family to
take up sewing. I was told making clothes for my children was less expensive
than buying them new. I took up the challenge and learned how to make a
slipstitch and used a sewing machine for the first time in my life at the age
of 25. Twenty-five. Can you believe a twenty-five-year-old American Aryan
woman was introduced to a sewing machine for the first time?
I find it astounding, but not surprising, that many American Aryan woman over
the age of twenty don't know how to pick up a needle and thread. (And if
they do, do they know what it is used for?)
Making dresses for my daughter was a 'flop' so I checked some books out at
the library about patchwork and quilting. I read them front to back, learned
the techniques shown, read the stories about the woman who made the quilts,
learned how to take care of fabric, learned how to quilt, bind, label and
hang a quilt. I learned about the history of quilts. Something kept striking
right at me -- each woman displayed next to the picture of the fabric artwork
she created from her hands -- was WHITE.
The pictures that came from the 1800s and early 1900s quilting bees -- all
Aryan woman, sitting and sewing, dressed in conservative dresses (button
collar) and most likely talking about how best to take care of their husbands
and how keep their kids out of trouble -- looked like a jewish man's
nightmare. I was captivated by these old pictures and the stories behind the
quilting bees and the quilts themselves. It seemed every stitch, every piece
of fabric told its own story of the perseverance and endurance of the White race.
Through quilting I have been able to connect to my Aryan sisterhood spirit.
The Aryan sisterhood spirit isn't the cheap, imitation plastic kind the jews
created, called feminism. It is the spirit of the Aryan woman's heart: to
create, to mend, to join together to form a collective whole that it is
utilized in such a way to bring warmth, happiness and joy to its group.
I would encourage any Aryan woman, especially those who feel isolated at home
with the children, to take up quilting. Learn how to use a needle and thread.
Learn how to use a sewing machine. If expenses are a problem, you'll be
amazed what other quilters (mostly White women) will give and share with
the beginners. Place a free ad in a local newspaper asking for donations.
Find a quilters guild or a local quilters group in your area. The women who
work at the fabric stores usually sew themselves and could recommend a group.
There is truly an amazing network out there of Aryan woman who quilt and sew.
Quilting has become such a healing remedy in my life I wanted to share this
with the other Aryan woman out there.
P.S. Through quilting, a mother-and-daughter bond can form and be a lasting tie
that binds the relationship. Quilting and sewing can be used as a catalyst
against the jewish indoctrination that competes for our children's minds.
Being able to sit down together, a mother and daughter can talk about the
daughter's day and her life experiences, and this can produce tremendous benefits in the long run. I cannot stress how important it is that an Aryan mother and her Aryan daughter have a good relationship in order to withstand attacks from the jew-dominated society we live in today.
TONI BRIAN
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