David French: “I Saw Images of My Daughter’s Face in Gas Chambers, with a Smiling Trump in a Nazi Uniform”

Andrew Anglin
Daily Stormer
October 22, 2016


David French’s wife, Nancy French, with a friend of the family.

This is probably the best goy-cuck #NeverTrump meltdown yet.

It’s still not Shapiro-tier, of course. But he’s very tough competition.


David French writes for the National Review Online:

I distinctly remember the first time I saw a picture of my then-seven-year-old daughter’s face in a gas chamber. It was the evening of September 17, 2015. I had just posted a short item to the Corner calling out notorious Trump ally Ann Coulter for aping the white-nationalist language and rhetoric of the so-called alt-right. Within minutes, the tweets came flooding in. My youngest daughter is African American, adopted from Ethiopia, and in alt-right circles that’s an unforgivable sin. It’s called “race-cucking” or “raising the enemy.”


I saw images of my daughter’s face in gas chambers, with a smiling Trump in a Nazi uniform preparing to press a button and kill her. I saw her face photo-shopped into images of slaves. She was called a “niglet” and a “dindu.” The alt-right unleashed on my wife, Nancy, claiming that she had slept with black men while I was deployed to Iraq, and that I loved to watch while she had sex with “black bucks.” People sent her pornographic images of black men having sex with white women, with someone photoshopped to look like me, watching.


He goes on for a while about how scared he was about people on the internet sending him pictures, then goes on to explain the threat of the Alt-Right is much, much bigger.

I share my family’s story not because we are unique or because our experience is all that extraordinary, but rather because it is depressingly, disturbingly ordinary this campaign season. The formula is simple: Criticize Trump — especially his connection to the alt-right — and the backlash will come.

So then, you’ve got two options:

  1. Grow a spine
  2. Stop criticizing Trump

I’m cool with either one.

Erick Erickson experienced his own ordeal more than a month before we did. After Erickson dis-invited Trump from his Red State gathering, angry Trump supporters showed up at his house. A grown man yelled at his children at a store, condemning their father for opposing Trump. Erickson wrote in the New York Times that his son is still fearful that Trump supporters will come back to their home.





In March, writer Bethany Mandel related her own experience. After tweeting about Trump’s anti-Semitic followers, she was called “slimy Jewess” and told that she “deserves the oven.”

The phenomenon got some attention in the spring, when the Daily Beast reported not just on Mandel’s experience but also on Erickson’s, Rick Wilson’s, and others’. It’s showing no signs of slowing down, either: Big names, small names, any names — if you attack Trump, no matter who you are, your life might just change.

And can you even begin to imagine what it’s going to look like after the election???


Earlier this month, Mi-Ai Parrish, president of the Arizona Republic, wrote a powerful response to the deluge of threats and bullying prompted by the paper’s endorsement of Hillary Clinton. An Anti-Defamation League report identified 800 journalists who’ve been targeted with anti-Semitic tweets, ten journalists (including NR’s own Jonah Goldberg) who’ve borne the brunt of the attacks, and one — my friend Ben Shapiro — who’s received a staggering amount of hate:

Why Shapiro? Because he represents the worst of all possible anti-Trumpers — he’s a Jewish man who turned on the twin pillars of the alt-right, Trump and Breitbart.com.

More victims are coming forward. In a painful, vulnerable post, commentator Mickey White writes about how the alt-right came after her and her family, triggering a mental-health crisis.

Painful! Vulnerable!





Mickey White is on twitter.


You may wish to give her diet tips.

She definitely needs them.

The abuse is so common that I’ve lost count of other reporters and writers who’ve told me, often in confidence, of troubling late-night incidents at their homes, or of Tweets and other messages that went far beyond garden-variety Twitter trolling into disturbing threats and sometimes-horrifying images.

And it never seems to stop. It certainly hasn’t stopped for us.

My wife is a tough woman. She’s a survivor of sexual abuse and assault. The notion that she can no longer open her Twitter timeline without seeing men boasting about having sex with her while I was gone — or even while I’m home — is intolerable. It’s relentless, and it often gets under even her very thick skin.

Of course, no story would be complete without a truly ominous threat. The moment we landed back at home after I declined to run for president, she turned on her phone to see an e-mail from a Trump fan, a veteran who informed her that he knew the business end of a gun and told her directly that she should shut her mouth or he’d take action.

We contacted law enforcement, she got her handgun-carry permit, and life returned to the new normal of daily Twitter harassment, until the day this month when an angry voice actually broke into a phone conversation between my wife and her elderly father, screaming about Trump and spewing profanities. My wife was on her iPhone. Her father was on a landline. That launched a brief, anxious search inside my father-in-law’s home for a potential intruder and yet another call to law enforcement.

Online hate has become so common that it’s almost a point of perverse pride among some pundits. If you don’t get hateful messages, you must not matter. If you let the hate bother you, then you must be weak. Indeed, in a world where “feeding” the trolls only makes them stronger, admitting that they’ve hurt you at all represents a victory for the worst of the worst. They relish your pain, and you don’t want them to relish anything.

What a completely unbelievable faggot.


This is a man trying to destroy America by forcing a Hillary Presidency because… because of free trade, I guess. It’s not really clear what his issue with Trump even is.

And he wants to talk about getting “hurt” by mean messages.

But I’ll be honest: It’s miserable. There is nothing at all rewarding, enjoyable, or satisfying about seeing your beautiful young daughter called a “niglet.” There is nothing at all rewarding, enjoyable, or satisfying about seeing man after man after man brag in graphic terms that he has slept with your wife. It’s unsettling to have a phone call interrupted, watch images of murder flicker across your screen, and read threatening e-mails. It’s sobering to take your teenage kids out to the farm to make sure they’re both proficient with handguns in case an intruder comes when they’re home alone.

The misery is compounded when longtime friends and allies dismiss my experiences and the experiences of my colleagues as nothing more than the normal cost of public advocacy. It’s not. I have contributed to National Review for more than ten years now, and have been deeply involved in many of America’s most emotional culture-war battles for more than 20. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.


I have to laugh when people accuse me of opposing Trump because it somehow makes me rich, or because I’m currying favors with guests at the “elite” cocktail parties that I never actually attend. I oppose Trump not just because he’s an ignorant demagogue and a naked political opportunist, but also because bigotry and intimidation cling to his campaign. Every campaign attracts its share of fools, cranks, and crazies. But Trump’s candidacy has weaponized them. Every harassing tweet and every violent threat is like a voice whispering in my ear, telling me to do all that I can to oppose a movement that breeds and exploits such reckless hate.

Two weeks ago Nancy and I were enjoying lunch with friends after church. My son’s football coach asked if “things had calmed down” after the tumult of the summer. I grabbed my phone, said “let’s see,” and opened my Twitter mentions. I laughed at the first one, a standard profane rant calling me a traitor for opposing Trump, but when my wife looked, her face twisted up in shock. There they were, just below, more tweets from more men, aimed directly at her. She burst into tears.





So, no, things have not “calmed down,” and I’m always amused when people tell me that I belong to Never Trump because it makes me feel good about myself. There’s nothing that gives me pleasure about this election season. But if I can do anything to expose and oppose this latest debasement of our politics and culture, and to defend my wife and daughter, then at least I will have purpose.

Well, there you have it.

His purpose is to stop Trump to defend his stolen African child, whom he refers to as his “daughter,” and to get people to stop complaining about his wife being such a whore.


But this is seriously great.

Finally, we have the upper hand.

We are able to do to them at least a fraction of what they are able to do to us. We can’t go after their money in the way they’ve gone after my money, we can’t get them fired in the way they get us fired. But if we can make them feel fear, if we can make their wives break down in tears at after-church lunches, then we are finally getting some leverage.

nb4 trolls remorse, these Frenches are sick AF.

I’ve just been through Nancy’s Instagram (yes, the header image in this article is modified, but the rest of these aren’t), and look at this.

Here’s their IRL daughter.


And here’s a picture she posted of a Negroid buck with her daughter’s name and number painted on his back.


Is the negroid her daughter’s boyfriend? Or does Nancy just want him to be? Do David and Nancy French encourage their White daughter to have sex with Black men? Clearly, they aren’t bothered by the prospect.

Seriously: How would you feel if you saw this Negro buck with your daughter’s name written across his back? What would you do if your wife took a picture of it and posted it on the internet with a joke?


Their White daughter is Camille Ruth French. Someone should ask her if her mother and father pressure her into Black sex. Here’s her instagram. Ask her if she needs help.

The two White children look as though they need help.


Unlike the evil bastard David French and his whore wife (who has literally been banging hundreds of men behind her husbands back – and in front of him), we help our people. And if Camille needs help, we won’t hold the sins of her parents against her. If she needs out of a sick Black sex situation, we’ll help her out of it.

It is important to remember that we are good and our enemies are evil.

All of our means are always justified, because our ends are pure.