Demonstration Report | Helena Banner Hold May 2024
Never underestimate how big a splash a simple action can make.
White Lives Matter organizes a monthly demonstration where all active chapters conduct street-level pro-White activism on the same day. The successful coalition effort in Livingston with Patriot Front and the Active Clubs took a great amount of coordination, so we were looking forward to having a simple, classic banner hold this month with some of our nearby participants in and around Helena.
The Demonstration
Few activism efforts are as simple to plan and execute than a banner hold. You only need some signage designed to be seen by passing vehicles along some high-traffic area, and the hands to hold it. Aside from the general logistics of transport and routing to the demonstration itself, there isn’t any complex group movement to plan out to reach your audience. Just find a corner, unfurl your banner, and wave. Little else except security and camerawork needs to be considered to execute a solid, reliable demonstration.
It’s the pepperoni pizza of political activism.
On Saturday, May 18th, we executed our planned protest in Montana’s state capital, Helena. We selected a heavily-trafficked intersection with long traffic lights and a busy coffee shop parking lot directly behind us at the bottom of a slight hill. This was all to diversify our traffic opportunities, as cultivating a good balance of traffic types, facilitated by your chosen terrain, can shape the outcomes of a demo before you’ve even begun.
We anticipated that we would have a great mix of fast-traffic just catching sight of our signs in passing alongside cars stopping by necessity at red lights. The turning lane would yield plenty of cars stopped close enough to take a few fliers. For those interested enough to stop for a conversation, the coffee shop parking offered space for a car or two, but provided little room for a counter-protest to aggregate against us. Even if they did, they would have to muster at the bottom of the hill and couldn’t rightly sneak up on us. Highly visible, moderately accessible, and pretty defensible, it was a great location for our circumstances.
With location and travel plans determined, our initial team arrived around 11:30am and marched to our destination along a fairly secluded route through parks and parking. At the bottom of the hill we unfurled for the first time our newest demonstration tool:
Observant followers might point out that we have used a similar standard all last year, and they would be right. This standard design is a chapter favorite since it doesn’t require wind to fully display its message, but since that prototype we have acquired enough resources and skills to upgrade. From scrap-pipes welded together to polished wood and joinery, our standard is now lighter, more mobile, and more lovely than ever before.
After we set ourselves up on the corner of Sanders and Custer with our standard catching the breeze, the reactions started coming in. Hardly a minute could go by without a smattering of enthusiastic honks as the traffic flowed by. We started getting a few curious people walking up to talk with us as well, and we ran out a good number of brochures and flyers for those who asked for them.
Our demonstration was receiving plenty of support even before our secondary team arrived with the banner to fill out our display. Our success as a chapter has allowed us now to no longer have to resort to the dreaded last-minute spraypaint-on-canvas signage. Despite having just two hours to put it together the night before, our craftsman put together an excellent, clean-lined production once again that gave our display the kind of volume and weight that made our message unmistakable.
Cameras don’t capture the full range of reactions you get in these events either. For every supportive honk you hear in the field, there are probably half a dozen reactions that go unseen on our footage, and most of those were positive. In person you can see the thumbs-up, fist pumps, and nods of approval behind tinted windows or from cars too far away to be seen save in person.
Naturally some people raise up the wrong digit, or babble incoherently from their windows as they scuttle by. We appreciate the entertainment value! But for all the bravado from online Lefties proclaiming Helena to be wholly a Liberal bastion, the amount of enthusiastic positive support we got shows the keyboard warriors are, as usual, incredibly wrong in assessing the zeitgeist around them.
We are everywhere, and support is growing daily.
To describe some of our favorites positive interactions:
A man who we thought first to be a Redditor out for a stroll turned out to be a community pillar in-training who was quite interested to hear what brought us to our perspectives. We spoke with him at length, equipped him with our literature, and sent him off with a friendly handshake after a long and engaging conversation.
A young kid, maybe 10 or younger, saw us from the back of his parent’s vehicle. Instead of the normal passive gawking, this guy immediately rolled down his window, pumped his fist, and called out, “White Power!” One hopes his parents taught him that, but regardless good on that little guy for appreciating his race without shame!
A couple came up to us with a camera, gushing how happy they were to see people speaking out. They asked us politely for a photo, and we happily obliged. Another enthusiastic woman called out across five lanes of traffic, almost crawling out of the window to yell with all her might, “White Power!”
Another very nice couple ran into a local store and brought for us an entire case of Gatorade, which was incredibly kind and generous. We couldn’t enjoy it on site that time, but we’ll be sure to bring that gift with us to future demonstrations.
But what is a wholesome meal without a bit of salt to spice it up? We had some fun negative interactions too:
An androgynous driver of some sort, so driven to rage at the sight of pro-White activists, took her bowl of macaroni and threw it out the window. Noodles and shards of ceramic sprayed out all over the sidewalk a good 10 feet away from where anyone was standing. That womanly throw wasn’t even close to hitting anyone, and all it did was cause us to speculate how assmad one has to get to waste a perfectly good bowl and meal like that. Our guys cleaned up the ceramic shards so no one got hurt, though it would be up to the seagulls to handle the macaroni.
Several drivers wailed out of their cars as they drove by, always waiting until the moment they felt safest to spit out some garbled, incoherent blather. Our favorite was a guy who pulled into the turning lane, mewing out a nasally, “Are you guy’s Nazis!?” He didn’t get an asnwer since we were too busy laughing at his man-bun and twizzly mustache, an absolute posterboy of Lefty metrosexuality. This Freddie Mercury impersonator peeled out, shrieking at us only once he and his manbun were safely speeding away.
We did encounter a self-professing Conservative too. While he wasn’t shrieking at us about muh racism and - thank god - didn’t have a manbun, we still had to suffer through his well-trained fears and nonsense taught to him by Boomers on Facebook and television:
“Are you guys feds?” “Why not All Lives Matter?” “I tell Woke people I’m trans-Mongolian.” “You guys are making me look bad...”
Yeah, we’re making a grown man who won’t even stand by his own convictions look bad.
We politely dismissed his irony-bro Flying Spaghetti Monster tactics and told him to stop being afraid to stand up unironically for his beliefs and his race. In the end he grimaced and cringed when one of our men shook his hand – too weak to refuse, too scared to accept.
This man claimed to be a whistleblower, a veteran, and a father. How disgusting it was to see a grown man who should be confident in his fight for his White children reeking of the same pathetic acquiescence that all Cuckservatives are trained to adopt by a party that clearly hates them. Stop aspiring to be “beautiful losers” and start playing to win for your people!
The local Antifa took a whole three and a half hours to respond to any of this. A snoop and her captive male finally appeared towards the end, stalking around to take pictures with sullen expressions before scurrying off whenever we took notice. We told them to cheer up, but that only made them even more sourly than before.
They thought they’d have better luck by sending in a local toughguy. This brass-knucklehead wheeled his Lithia-borrowed truck into the parking lot and leapt out once it was clear we were already packing up to leave. He stomped the whole way up to our line, demanding we both fight and leave at the same time. Behind all his posturing and threats was a pile of distressed old women in the coffee shop drive-through, trapped and accumulating behind his borrowed vehicle that he so rudely blockaded them with. His tough guy act was difficult to keep up with both grandmas and Nationalists telling him to stop being a jerkass.
And oh he did his best to provoke a fight with us. He pulled out his phone camera to wave in our faces after we’d spent over three hours filming ourselves in far more detail. He clapped his fist in his hand and stalked up to people demanding they throw down. He spoke in an evasive manner, talking tough one moment then the next cowering back with his phone saying, “You gotta get the fuck out here, I’ve got one dude who’s gonna knock me the fuck out!”
We deescalated him and sent him on his way just as we finished repacking our equipment. His supposed buddies on the phone never came to his aid, so luckily he didn’t force us to deposit him alongside the sidewalk-macaroni on our way out. The snoop and her sullen captive tagged along behind us, hoping for a dox that we politely declined to let them have. We wrapped up our successful adventure with a smooth extraction, and the footage did a good job summing up how our day went:
The Aftermath
Everything that comes after a demonstration is just bonus after work well done. Hundreds if not thousands of cars passed by our display, sparking untold numbers of conversations throughout our state’s capital city – some of which we heard about through our local grapevines. That the media, social or MSM, might defame or censor coverage of that after the fact is of no real consequence. We’ve already reached the locals, and have already won our main objective for the day. Defame us openly or muzzle your journalists – we’ve won either way.
Nevertheless, we had predicted that with so many gawkers passing by with their phones whipped out that, inevitably, Reddit was going to be informed. And so they were.
The local r/Helena burst with pictures and bemoanings about our protest. Their uptight jannies proceeded to play wack-a-mole with their own userbase, quelling wrongthink like, “What’s wrong with saying White Lives Matter?” and “I think you guys are overreacting”.
But all this was futile in the end, because somehow a picture of our modest protest made onto Reddit’s front-page for the day:
Such loud wailing. So many stale quips. All that bitter salt. The nature of these online outbursts is worth a specific post just about them, but it’s enough to make a bingo card about from how absolutely repetitive system-approved online chatter is. It’s insidious how easily the masses are programmed with talking points and opinions that are not their own that they don’t even realize...
In the end there were over 22k upvotes and 3.8k comments in that one thread alone, just from two pictures of our demo from out of a muddy window. Now all of Reddit knows Montana as that place with the White Lives Matter guys. Perfection.
Building on our state’s reputation as being a militia-ridden, unibomber-rearing, gun-toting, insanely pro-White hellhole wards away exactly those types we don’t want anywhere near us. God can only count how many Redditers our simple presentation has prevented from moving here. We deserve medals for that alone!
The Takeaway
This demonstration may have stirred up a bunch of Reddit updootery, but that isn’t what excites us most. It’s the subtle, local ripples that are most pleasing.
Beneath the obnoxious Redditeer brigades are a great, silent majority watching and whispering. Around the dinner table, at the water cooler, quietly to their friends – people have been talking. People have been noticing the anti-White constant spew of hatred towards them from self-hating Liberals and hateful minorities. They don’t like it, and many have had enough with tolerating it.
When they see the unhinged vitriol aimed towards those spreading a pro-White message, it reinforces the same fact emphasized with “It’s Okay To Be White”. The fact is that there is a terrible and growing racial hatred towards White people, a push to turn us into a hated minority in our own country, and that hatred is stoked by those who want to steal our homes and enslave our people.
That hatred is here, all around us, and most everyone is too terrified to speak about it. So when even a small band of men stand to give voice on behalf of the most repressed and lied-about people on this planet, it can make a great impact. A well-presented idea, given a little luck, can reach millions. And the people are hungry for the conversation we are raising.
Big thanks to the brave men and women of WLM who put their time, labor, and securities on the line for this noble cause. We take on this great task not for personal glory or gain, but for the good of our people. We fight for our White friends, family, neighbors, and countrymen the world-over.
We welcome all White men and women of good character and noble will to come join us in this exciting journey towards the reclamation of our lands from all those who would threaten it. Contact us here, on Twitter, or Telegram when you’re ready to stand up for our people.
Hell yeah brothers⚡️