As one of de Broqueville's servants told to the press years after his death, de Broqueville always had a good laugh reading the newspaper from the Republican-controlled Belgium. Some have said that he began to gravely underestimate his enemies, often joking about their absolute incompetence, but in fact, he knew that the Republicans are still capable of a good fight. After all - they won the first stage of the war, even though de Broqueville usually blamed misfortune and to a great extent the skills of General DeWitt rather than the virtue of leftist politicians. He knew the man who defeated him in person - after all, he served under DeWitt before he entered the politics.
Yet, the tide has been turning now. According to the news from his spies, mainland Belgium was on the verge of collapse, with political bickering reaching the highest imaginable levels and the incompetence of hardline socialist governments causing hunger, unemployment and misery. Hunderds and thousands left the mainland and, through neutral ports in England, Portugal and France, headed to the Nationalist colonies. Some did so because of their hatred to the new system, some believed in Fascism, but most of those people only wanted a life free of poverty and unemployment. Fascists could offer both, and only wanted the common man's loyalty in return. Many Belgians were eager to seal this trade. Occasionally, The Leader himself visited the port in Broqueville, as the city was renamed, and welcomed the new citizens of Nationalist Belgium.
Italian ships were not an often sight in Nationalist ports, but some Italian steamers en route to Buenos Aires took Belgian refugees from Portugal to Broqueville.
Belgians! Citizens!
Today, your misery and suffering has ended! The first step you took when you left the ship was the first step towards true freedom, freedom from poverty, hunger, insecurity and exploitation! Today, you enter free Belgium, Belgium that will give you work for your hands, bread for your children and protection from those who used you as mere tools to earn their fortune! Republican Belgium claims to give you freedom, but it only frees the demagogues and grand capital and enslaves you, ordinary, loyal, good Belgian people and your families alike. Here, under the African sun, you'll join those men and women who, risking death from the hands of Bolshevik hordes and Savarinist secret police chose not to obey the French-paid traitors from Brussels and go search a bright future for themselves and their loved ones. Congratulations, starting today, you, the true pioneers of modern age, have found the safe harbour here, in Nationalist Belgium under Fascist rule.
Yet, while we enjoy our freedom, we must remember and pray for our brothers and sisters in our homeland, who continue to suffer under the boot of Savarins, Wyngaerts, Dupointes and Van Der Bergs and their goons. All of us have the duty to work and fight for the liberation of our home! The rifles may be silent this day, but any moment, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, new shots will be fired, new bombs will fall, new bayonets will shimmer in the sun. Our enemies will never lay down their arms, they will never let our colony prosper as long as the last Savarinist and Bolshevik in Belgium breathes. A day will come when our struggle will come to an end, and on that day, all of us, you and your brothers and sisters in Belgium alike, will cheer for the new beginning you are experiencing in this very minute. But such happiness must be earned - by hard work and by our blood. Be ready, citizens, for only together we are strong enough to bring our enemies to their knees and punish their crimes against our nation!
Together, as one, Belgian Fascists shall be victorious!
Glory to Belgium!
The crowd cheered. By decree of the Leader himself, every loyal family that came to the colonies received a sizeable portion of land and the Fascist state, prospering from rubber and tropical wood trade, even granted its citizens an interest-free loans for the machinery and tools necessary for those who chose to start their own plantation or any small business of their choice.
Meanwhile, Republican Belgium continued to be a target for Fascist propaganda both in colonies and the mainland, where the state countered the spread of Fascist materials by all possible means. The mainland was, according to the Fascists, a living hell of anarchy and poverty.
Fascist propaganda poster comparing the "Republican house" and "Nationalist house" in Wallonia. Dutch language versions were spread in the northern parts of Belgium.
Yet, the tide has been turning now. According to the news from his spies, mainland Belgium was on the verge of collapse, with political bickering reaching the highest imaginable levels and the incompetence of hardline socialist governments causing hunger, unemployment and misery. Hunderds and thousands left the mainland and, through neutral ports in England, Portugal and France, headed to the Nationalist colonies. Some did so because of their hatred to the new system, some believed in Fascism, but most of those people only wanted a life free of poverty and unemployment. Fascists could offer both, and only wanted the common man's loyalty in return. Many Belgians were eager to seal this trade. Occasionally, The Leader himself visited the port in Broqueville, as the city was renamed, and welcomed the new citizens of Nationalist Belgium.
Italian ships were not an often sight in Nationalist ports, but some Italian steamers en route to Buenos Aires took Belgian refugees from Portugal to Broqueville.
Belgians! Citizens!
Today, your misery and suffering has ended! The first step you took when you left the ship was the first step towards true freedom, freedom from poverty, hunger, insecurity and exploitation! Today, you enter free Belgium, Belgium that will give you work for your hands, bread for your children and protection from those who used you as mere tools to earn their fortune! Republican Belgium claims to give you freedom, but it only frees the demagogues and grand capital and enslaves you, ordinary, loyal, good Belgian people and your families alike. Here, under the African sun, you'll join those men and women who, risking death from the hands of Bolshevik hordes and Savarinist secret police chose not to obey the French-paid traitors from Brussels and go search a bright future for themselves and their loved ones. Congratulations, starting today, you, the true pioneers of modern age, have found the safe harbour here, in Nationalist Belgium under Fascist rule.
Yet, while we enjoy our freedom, we must remember and pray for our brothers and sisters in our homeland, who continue to suffer under the boot of Savarins, Wyngaerts, Dupointes and Van Der Bergs and their goons. All of us have the duty to work and fight for the liberation of our home! The rifles may be silent this day, but any moment, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, new shots will be fired, new bombs will fall, new bayonets will shimmer in the sun. Our enemies will never lay down their arms, they will never let our colony prosper as long as the last Savarinist and Bolshevik in Belgium breathes. A day will come when our struggle will come to an end, and on that day, all of us, you and your brothers and sisters in Belgium alike, will cheer for the new beginning you are experiencing in this very minute. But such happiness must be earned - by hard work and by our blood. Be ready, citizens, for only together we are strong enough to bring our enemies to their knees and punish their crimes against our nation!
Together, as one, Belgian Fascists shall be victorious!
Glory to Belgium!
The crowd cheered. By decree of the Leader himself, every loyal family that came to the colonies received a sizeable portion of land and the Fascist state, prospering from rubber and tropical wood trade, even granted its citizens an interest-free loans for the machinery and tools necessary for those who chose to start their own plantation or any small business of their choice.
Meanwhile, Republican Belgium continued to be a target for Fascist propaganda both in colonies and the mainland, where the state countered the spread of Fascist materials by all possible means. The mainland was, according to the Fascists, a living hell of anarchy and poverty.
Fascist propaganda poster comparing the "Republican house" and "Nationalist house" in Wallonia. Dutch language versions were spread in the northern parts of Belgium.