In the West, we take our freedoms for granted. This is especially so in the United States, where we have the Bill of Rights to protect us from “hate speech” laws. Yet, we have witnessed so vividly over the past few years the timeless maxim that freedom isn’t free and that you must fight for it. This is something Americans especially understand by instinct, even if they can’t trace their ancestry back to the Revolution.
Social Justice Warrior mobs have scalped many people from their jobs or ruined their lives in some other way – and not only those that are their ideological opponents, but those they believe are guilty of WrongThink or simply offending them. These actions are done with the full support of a lying media apparatus interested not in truth but in promoting leftist narratives, often so that journalists can virtue signal against a despised out-group (usually white Americans and masculine men). These two groups are both tools of a globalist elite class that seeks to destroy the nations and cultures of the world so that they can then be absorbed into a homogenized global system, and it is this apparatus that is the foremost threat to our speech, freedoms, happiness, and even, in one notable case, our lives.
Roosh V, at first glance, was an unlikely subject to explore the critical question of just how free our speech really is. He’s most famous for writing books about seducing women in different countries. As he’s said before he was “just a guy trying to get laid.”
Yet, “just trying to get laid” is often a gateway to figuring out what’s really going on in the world, because you see first hand just how toxic today’s sexual environment can often be and how unfulfilled it can often leave you. Roosh began writing about his adventures in love around the world, and he made many enemies along the way for running afoul of politically correct orthodoxy. In a world of trigger warnings and where any “ism” or “phobia” are lurking under every stone, in any nook or cranny, and over any hill, it was all too easy for confirmation bias to do the rest. Roosh, with his brand of authentic and uncensored writing, was hit by the outragists and the triggered very hard. When the outrage came, Roosh saw it as a direct threat to not only his free speech, but freedom of speech in general, and despite risks to his personal safety, he was determined to weather the storm for the sake of everyone. He knew by experience that the only way to stand up to SJW’s is to never back down and fight them to the bitter end. He also knew they were paper tigers, crybullies who, despite their being entrenched into and supported by the larger globalist power structure (as their ideas undermine social cohesion), retreat at the first sign of legitimate opposition.
But Roosh’s stance against them cost him all the same – financially, emotionally, and almost physically.
The Gathering Storm:
It all began in May of last year, when Roosh announced that he was going to be doing a six-city tour in Europe and North America, to present some ideas on the social insanity we live in and how you can construct a winning, sexually fulfilling lifestyle in it. The tour was also a great way for readers to meet Roosh and one another, and for him to meet them. I booked my VIP ticket for New York City, invited a friend, and waited for the day to arrive.
The first four legs of the tour went well. Although there was a provocateur “journalist” in attendance in Berlin, and the notoriously leftist BBC in attendance during the London stop, Roosh experienced no real difficulties. Things were even calmer when he reached the United States. There were no suspicious incidents in Washington DC or New York City.
The meet in New York City itself was the best day of 2015. It was at once a laid back and yet high energy affair, where everyone immediately wanted to meet everyone else instead of clamming up into sub-groups as is typical of a public event. Commonalities that we’re often told make us interconnected, such as graduating from the same school, have little potency compared to a shared ethos, as all the people attending Roosh’s event in New York City had. I made dozens of new friends that are still rock-solid a year later. This was the true service Roosh provided with the tour – connecting like-minded individuals who had previously been isolated into a cohesive unit of friends with something resembling espirit de corps. This is of extreme importance in the age of Bowling Alone.
Yet, it was after the New York City meeting that rumblings of trouble began. It was not surprising to me to hear that the troubles would begin in Canada. Roosh writes:
One week prior to leaving D.C. for Canada, I noticed some moderate rumbling from Canadian social justice warriors about my talk there. They started a Change.org petition to ban me from the country because I was a “misogynist,” “rapist,” an enemy of feminism, and just an all-around bad person. It only had a couple hundred signatures so I ignored it to spend the few remaining days with my friends and family.
Two days before leaving, the petition was picked up by the Canadian media, and had accumulated 4,000 signatures. That was significant enough that I started wondering if I would be denied entry at the border. A lawyer I consulted with doubted that would take place, since I had no previous arrest record (Canada will deny you entry even if you’ve been arrested for driving while intoxicated). They denied Chris Brown because of his arrest record, but Eminem also was barred from the country for “hate speech.” With the prospect of being prevented from entering Canada, I prepared to take a flight from Ronald Reagan National Airport to Toronto Pearson International Airport before taking a bus to Montreal.
I recall this well, but seeing it in the first person is the service Roosh provides in Free Speech Isn’t Free. This was when the standalone complex began in earnest.
The Battles of Montreal & Toronto
Roosh’s satirical “How to Stop Rape” article was a particular point of vulnerability, and the outragists quickly latched on to it. Though it was designed to mock feminism’s narrative that women are never responsible for their own actions to the point that they should never have to care about their own safety, the article failed in the realm of persuasion because it gave the outragists a glaring target to attack.
And attack they did! Roosh managed to get into Canada, but that was hardly the brunt of the battle. Now the outrage really began to pick up steam, with members of the Canadian government getting involved. The Mayors of Montreal and Toronto both said Roosh wasn’t welcome in their cities. Ironically enough, this only proved Roosh’s point, and the urgency of holding his events in Canada as a defense of free speech became clearer to all involved.
If Roosh were to leave Canada, he would give the SJW’s their win. The establishment would win. The authorities would win and further institutionalize the targeting of individuals and groups they didn’t like for the crime of WrongThink. Roosh saw himself posed on the edge of the slippery slope. If he allowed his free speech to be silenced, others would follow.
The logistics now posed a problem, as the SJW’s had discovered the original location for Roosh’s Montreal lecture and the hotel, under much pressure, canceled. After a scramble that tested his grit, Roosh was able to find a replacement location, but keeping that venue secret was now of utmost importance. Ironically, the postmodern left and globalized world of “freedom” had made it so that the only way for Roosh to exercise his free speech was to do it secretly.
I recall the efforts on the forum and at Return of Kings to spread disinformation. These efforts were having an effect. Double agents infiltrated the SJW group on Facebook that organized the protests. Things were far hotter on the ground:
I sent an email to the lecture attendees at 6pm, twenty-one hours before it was set to begin, to state where the venue was. The venue was a fake. I wanted to see if there was a mole on the list that would release the venue publicly. Four days prior, when heat around the lecture started to build up, I closed the event and required potential guests to email me for the access code. I then screened potential guests by asking how long they’ve known my work and whether they could send any evidence that they weren’t a feminist. When one man was unable to provide evidence, he sent me a picture of two naked men having sex, saving the lecture from at least one potential infiltrator.
I finalized plans on concealing the venue, with tactics thrown in from consulting with a couple of supporters who work in intelligence. I prepared the guestlist, the printed maps, and the recording equipment, then after checking online to make sure that the fake venue had not been leaked, I sent a second email revealing the real meeting location at a park. I stated that we would first meet at a checkpoint and then walk to a hotel, which I named, but that was also a fake. I figured that if a mole didn’t act on the first email, he would act on the second, hopefully without coming to the checkpoint.
Meanwhile, at the actual venue, there was another scare:
“We had a guy who left. I chased after him on the street and asked him where he was going. He said he wanted to get a cup of coffee. I was thinking of grabbing him to make him stay.”
“Where is he now?” I asked.
“He’s not here.”
“Damn.” I thought for a few seconds. “Well there’s nothing we can do about it. Let’s proceed.” I knew I had at least an hour before the mob came, so maybe I could finish the first part of the speech and at least claim partial victory.
“There he is,” Tipu said. A long-haired guy came up the stairs with a cup in his hand. I was relieved, because if he had actually been a protester, I doubt he would’ve come back.
I approached him and said, “So the guys told me you left.”
“Yeah I went to get a cup of coffee,” he replied, even though the restaurant we were at sold coffee.
“Because of the heat on us, people here think you went outside to text the venue to others. I’d like to look at your phone to see the texts you sent out to make sure the event hasn’t been compromised.”
He showed me the texts (his phone was on when it shouldn’t have been), and there was nothing sent out in the past hour. His attitude was blasé and annoyed, like what I was doing was overkill, and later during the lecture he barely showed interest in the talk. I don’t know if he was a crypto-hater or accidentally bought a ticket to the wrong event, but he caused a lot of stress for everyone by not carefully thinking through his actions.
These were the lengths Roosh had to go through just to hold what was essentially a seminar and meet and greet.
We’ve often talked about the goals of the Orwellian leftist-globalist movement, how their ideas of Cultural Marxism are designed to undermine liberty, social harmony and cohesion, and so on. What Roosh displays in Free Speech Isn’t Free is a direct, concrete point of contact with these agents of social entropy. It’s easy to talk about this phenomenon as an abstraction. Roosh had to deal with it in concrete terms. Fortunately, he also shows how it can be defeated, and rather easily compared to the power the establishment seems to have.
Nevertheless, while Roosh and his friends ran circles around the SJW’s and their government overlords in both Montreal and Toronto (where he was able to hold the event at its original location), he gives the reader of Free Speech Isn’t Free a first-hand account of how much this campaign was costing him and how exhausted it made him, even after he was successful in delivering both speeches:
As I entered my room, a man in the hallway stared at me suspiciously. I dropped off my bag in the room and walked with Tipu to the restaurant, but a nagging feeling hit me that the guy recognized me and now knew my room number. Those feelings turned to outright paranoia when I imagined him breaking into my room and stealing my laptop. It also didn’t help that I sent out a victory tweet showing the shirt I was still wearing, making me even easier to recognize. I failed to put the paranoid thoughts in the back of my mind to calmly sit down with the men and begin eating, so I asked Tipu to escort me back to the hotel so I could put some things in the room safe and change my shirt.
“It’s weird,” I told him. “All the paranoia and anxiety I didn’t have up to the speech has now come back to me in a flood. I was able to handle it before, but now I’m jittery.”
This was indicative (and there are many other indications) of the price Roosh paid to exercise his free speech, and defend it for others.
Despite his victories, the troubles were far from over. Roosh mentions the meetup outrage from February as an afterward in Free Speech Isn’t Free, and being at the New York City meet and seeing the arrest of the SJW troublemaker as it happened was amusing, and doubly so to see Roosh add it as part of his book.
Roosh also provides the benefits of having the transcripts of his State of Man lecture in the book and the transcript of his press conference in Washington DC at the height of the outrage, which allowed him to retake control of the frame.
Overall, Free Speech Isn’t Free is a turning point in multiple ways. Roosh has been mentioning for a long time that he was transitioning out of writing bang guides and into another phase in life. Free Speech Isn’t Free marks that turning point, and while his narrative technique is not as colorful as, say, Mike Cernovich’s rabble-rousing style or Quintus Curtius’ deeply expressive, almost mystical fashion, Free Speech Isn’t Free does show that it’s effectiveness doesn’t stop at simply writing bang guides, and transitions over seamlessly. To put it simply: if you liked Roosh’s bang guides and found his narrative technique helpful, direct, and informative, you will like Free Speech Isn’t Free, as it does the same thing, just on a different topic.
As an aside, Quintus Curtius writes the introduction to the book. So if you like Thirty Seven or any of his other books, you’ll also like this one.
Free Speech Isn’t Free is one of the most important books in this very important year, one Quintus has called a “Year of Revolts.” We’ve yet to confirm this for sure, but Roosh is on to something big, and free speech will be a dominant topic of our time. He lays it out plainly:
The mainstream media, especially the biggest outlets, are cryptoactivist organizations that share nearly complete ideological overlap with mega-rich globalists and the most degenerate members of society, who help those globalists keep power and wealth by destroying tradition, the family unit, and nationalism. Social justice warriors are little Frankenstein creations of billionaires. That was hard for me to believe at first, but to see the machine whirl to action and be turned against me offered a confirmation that will stay with me for the rest of my life. The enemy is clear to me now.
This enemy can only thrive by silencing dissent, because his doctrines and prognostications can’t stand up to the scrutiny of reality and a free marketplace of ideas. Free speech is one of his death spells.
Free Speech Isn’t Free lets us know this, and gives us a warning that our right to speech can only be attained in the way our ancestors understood all too well – through a valiant will to fight and sacrifice.