Abounding in the Western countries, to which Australia is no exception, is an epidemic of hopelessness.
The young Australians look back upon the past, where a single income family could afford a three-bedroom brick veneer, afford a holiday cabin at Bonnie Doon or Old Adaminaby, where a man was honoured by his wife and children, and where a woman’s loyalty and service was not betrayed or abused by her husband.
In living and recent memory, people were proud to be Australians, they looked forward to the future and were ambitious for the limitless possibilities of this continent, both in terms of enjoying its natural beauty but also in developing its industrial potential to provide for the highest material standard of living on the earth.
For the youth of today; the combined effect of practical reality, and media hysteria has inculcated an inescapable sense of despair: You will never own a home, You will never have a well-paid career outside of the gig economy, You will be a serf under the AI capital class, You will never be married – and even if you do, you will be divorced – You will not travel overseas, and if you do it will only be a fatal debt burden that makes it possible – and if you accomplish anything at all, it was for naught as you will still be a tiny ethnic minority amongst an ocean of foreigners.
What must be contemplated is that the above points are supremely demoralising because it has been the tradition of the Australian nation and the west more broadly for things, from generation to generation, to always improve and never to slide backwards. It has been the expectations of comfort and success crashing up against the rocks of reality which is the true source of despair.
Expectations which demoralize us are not shared by the south-east Asian migrant who has managed to crawl out of his anarchic, third world country of origin. In-fact, he is energised and full of optimism by the mere virtue of landing upon our sacred shore. The alien is not discouraged from action, even in the face of all the challenges ahead of him, to learn our language, to find a job, to keep his visa and perhaps even share in the far off dream of property ownership.
How the foreigner among us must look in bemusement, that a young Australian, native to the soil, with all the natural advantages of language, education and connection has become so demoralised that he refuses to leave his parents house and work hard to get ahead, to even attempt to have a healthy relationship with a member of the opposite sex.
We can and should complain and critique the policy framework and cultural decay that has led to such widespread demoralisation. We have, however, no immediate tools to bring it to an end. We certainly will not bring it to an end if all of the young of the nation are locked in an extreme defeatist position and never grow in strength, resources and capacity to actually effect change.
Defeatist attitudes spill over into all domains of life; politics is no exception. The defeatist expression “They’re going to call you a Nazi anyway – so join me in doing something stupid” has taken more scalps than one cares to mention, or on the other side: “The second you are doxxed, you will never have a job again” has frustrated many from taking part in the dire need for more men to serve our nation.
The correct position is to take actions that are likely to bear fruits which are proportionate to the risks. Do not try to brute force yourself up against the shield and spear of the regime, but also do not retreat endlessly only to be made weaker by isolation and individuality. Take a scroll from the playbook of Quintus Fabius, gather your forces, build your resources and fight only where it is prudent to do so with the end goal of securing victory, not vainglory.
You don’t need to love the conditions we are under; you only need to accept them, move past them and fight bitterly in every domain to elevate the position of your kindred. That south-Asian migrant we mentioned earlier; he enters upon a syndicate purchase of a single dwelling or a 7-11 service station with thirty others of his kin. They are ruthless, by necessity, in the acquisition of property and businesses and they do not stumble in the face of difficulty – neither should we.
Lest you are convinced that a wholesale political revolution is on the immediate horizon that will solve our nations’ policy problems (We say, not likely): You have no choice. You must be ruthless, strict and collective. You must get out of the pits of despair and negativity on the internet and have a go: be the best at whatever it is you do. If you do not, there is no shortage of aliens waiting in line to take that position, to buy that property or populate that school or church.
We assure you, there is still a life worth living, even in this era. There are ways and means to bring them to fruition, you need only speak to the many men under the age of 30 in our organisation who are married fathers, professionals, property-holders and proud Nationalists. The task is not easy, but it is possible through commitment, self-discipline and corporate action.
To the Young Australian man, Join your local ANA branch and find a mentor of more mature age who can help you in life with fruitful career and relationship advice. There is no shortage of members who can show the positive impact that ANA mentorship has had on their life – at the end of the day, our nation is at a crossroads – we either choose suicide or survival. We choose survival.
Every single young man who can be drawn from the well of despair and fashioned into a committed Nationalist, a competent professional or craftsman and an upright husband/father is another permanent, lasting gain for the future survival of our nation, and lays the necessary foundation for not only the good rearing of the next generation of young Australians, but also a lasting, capable nationalist organisation that is not only credible, but also capable of driving for widespread advancement and revival in the future.
National Governor
M. K. Grant
March 2026