Thursday, March 30, 2017


Hi, guys. Brief housekeeping note.

Somewhat to my surprise, I have survived on Twitter for 14 months (@HAC1488) possibly because I do not in fact violate their "community standards." I do not harass or threaten niggaz or SJWs, I don't post pornogaphy, etc. I try to use the internet for the purpose for which it was intended, i.e. communicating ideas to people. Wow, what a concept!

The fact that I am in compliance with their "community standards" (that term always gives me a giggle) won't save my account for much longer, I suspect, in view of the massive witch hunt that Twitter routinely conducts against anyone even mildly to the right of center. But since Trump's election there have appeared several accounts on there whose purpose seems to be to troll me specifically, which again is not surprising. I suspect these are part of the overall Soros-funded internet assault on the First Amendment and White people in general. 

I know there are at least two professional trolls who attempt to post to the comments section of the Party website, despite my refusal to approve them for some years now. This persistence indicates to me that they are being paid to continue. I presume they're sitting in a cubicle in an anonymous office building somewhere, and I am but one on a long list of daily chores for them.

Like many internet weirdos, I suspect these trolls are men posting under female names, which is a bizarre trait of "ours" that has always existed on the internet, but which is especially pronounced on Twitter. My Twitter trolls share certain characteristics: the account is usually less than a year old; only a few hundred followers; always a pseudonym with no indication of the poster's actual identity; claims a Movement background, usually as an "old hand"; make accusations against me without providing a shred of evidence of any kind; (I am a "Federal snitch' etc.); attempts to lure me and others into long, pointless shouting matches that have nothing to do with the 14 Words. Basically, the old Cass Sunstein playbook from 2010.

The object of these people is to get myself and others to engage with them, and above all to get me to respond and get down into the mud and wallow with them, which of course dilutes and attenuates the thrust of advocacy for real-world resistance which I am pursuing on the feed.

My personal policy and my strong advice to others is as follows:

If the first rule of the internet is "You never know who TF you're talking to" then the second must be "don't feed the trolls." Don't.

These people's goal is to get response from myself or my people, good, bad, or indifferent. I have always been honest about the fact that I myself am a recovering Usenet addict from 1997-98; like most addictions it never fully goes away, so I can tell you that not responding at all to trolling is one of the hardest things on earth for those of us who have the sickness to do. But you have to do it, for that way lies madness.

Block and ignore trolls, and get used to it. The fact that someone cares enough to pay people to troll and attack me on the Net is a sign that I am getting close, and I take it as a favorable portent. Mr. S. doesn't bother with those who are not some kind of threat to The Agenda. It used to be that every time I would publish another Northwest novel, I would notice a distinct upturn in this kind of stalking, both internet and quasi-legal. 

This kind of mess simply comes with the territory. Ignoring it and driving on needs to become second nature to us all.



Tuesday, March 28, 2017

The Carrot Is Gone. Only The Stick Remains

(From 1996, but still pertinent.)

The myth of the American Dream is an enduring one. The promise was always implicit for White people. Work hard. Play the game. Apply the lips in the prescribed manner. Vote the way you’re told, think the way you’re told, and never let a nasty racist thought enter your mind. Do all these things and you will be rewarded with a material luxury unheard of in human history. ZOG is the most subtle tyranny ever known to man; the tyrant wealthy and canny enough to buy his slaves' obedience and leave the iron fist in the glove unless all else fails.
But the great American honeycomb is drying out. The flow of consumer goodies is slowing perceptibly, like the salmon runs of the Northwest where there are fewer and smaller fish every year. The crime, drugs, chaos, and Third World filth can no longer be contained; the sewer is overflowing into the previously safe streets of suburbia and out into the countryside.

An entire generation of White children is being destroyed in the schools; Beavis and Butthead graduate unable to read or do simple fractions. There is no longer even a pretense of representative government; corruption is naked and unashamed. Job security, living wages, home ownership, and peace of mind are things of the past. White Americans live in fear and loathing. Morris Dees whines and moans about "angry White males" and the "rising tide of extremism," but more and more the stark question appears: why should a White man not become an extremist? The System no longer holds up its end of the social contract.
Suppose a White man does everything he’s supposed to do by the liberal gospels? Suppose you keep your brain squeaky clean of racist, sexist, homophobic, or religious thoughts? What if you support affirmative action, sodomy and abortion, saving whales and spotted owls? Suppose you obediently shuffle to the polls on election day and pull the straight Democratic ticket lever? Recycle your garbage?

What’s in it for you? Will your political correctness prevent you from being downsized tomorrow? Will your liberal orthodoxy stop your promotion going to an unqualified minority or yuppie Barbie doll? Will your contributions to the SPLC prevent you from being beaten by blacks in a shopping mall? Will your docile vote for Billyboy prevent your ten year-old son from being fondled in school by a sodomite teacher?

Suppose you read this newsletter, scream in horror, and throw it down as you flee in panic lest someone think you a racist? What, exactly, do you accomplish? You still have to live in this cesspool. You still have to try and find a way to survive in a world of madness and chaos and violence and evil that hates you because of your sex and the color of your skin. True, you may still have a little to lose if you join the resistance—but what exactly will you gain if you don’t?

- Harold A. Covington

Friday, March 24, 2017

The Moral Imperative Of Northwest Migration (2010)

A hundred years from now, the Northwest Republic will still be seeking White immigrants from what is left of the Western world. It will be the primary function of the Homeland to be just that, a homeland and refuge for all the persecuted and endangered Aryan peoples of the world from Afrikaners to Serbs to Ulstermen.

The main problem we have to overcome now is something I've mentioned in the past, and that is the apparent near total loss of the alpha gene that once was the distinguishing feature of our people, that pioneer willingness and even eagerness to go first. It just seems to be gone.

Really, you would think that once White people understood what is on offer out here and once they read the Northwest novels, that they would be on fire with enthusiasm, that they couldn’t wait to come out here. I should be seeing out-of-state license plates coming over the hill every day here. But instead, ostensible White nationalists are hunkering down in their houses and their cheap furnished apartments, and waiting for Harold to wave his magic wand and create the world I portray in my novels, by magic.

They are clinging like grim death to whatever is left of their middle-class lifestyle in nigger-infested Florida and Louisiana, in Mexicanized Texas and Arizona, in Jewified New York and Raleigh, and in the god-awful cesspool that is California.

The incredible fact is that rather than bestir themselves with physical effort most so-called White nationalists would rather stay where they are, in economic misery and in physical danger, surrounded by non-whites and liberal garbage and homosexual perverts, cowering amidst the ruins of their old middle-class lives. They’d rather sit tight and wait for someone else to do all the heavy lifting than exert a small amount of effort, than take a modicum of risk and come out here where they have a chance to create a new world.

It’s really difficult to believe that most White people today are the descendants either of pioneers who loaded up all their possessions into Conestoga wagons and set off across a trackless wilderness up the Oregon trail to reach the Northwest, with nothing at all waiting for them. Or else they are the descendants of Irish and German and Scandinavian and Italian and Polish immigrants who packed up everything they owned into a few cheap trunks and suitcases and spent weeks at sea in the steerage of rusty old steamers to step ashore at Ellis Island, again with nothing waiting for them, no one to set out the cakes and ale.

What in God’s name has happened to us? What have these damned Jews done to us, to make us so weak, so timid, so afraid of our own shadows that we are now terrified to pack a moving van and take a three or four-day drive down an interstate highway, sleeping in a soft motel bed every night, crossing in a matter of days and in comfort a span of territory it took those Conestoga wagons nine months to cross, with our ancestors leaving graves behind at almost every stop?

The Butler Pan has been in existence since the year 2000. The Northwest novels have been around beginning from 2003. The central idea of Northwest independence has been adequately explained to those in our own community and the complete lack of any realistic alternative plan, or indeed any plan at all, is now crystal clear. So what the hell is everybody waiting for? 

Basically, they are still waiting for Harold Covington to wave his magic wand, waiting for me to pull the magic beans out of my pockets. They’re still watching and waiting for Harold to do it all, and produce a finished product that they don’t have to help build. They are waiting for Harold and the small handful of people I have here in the Homeland to get all the heavy lifting done. They’re waiting for the cakes and ale to be set out. Let’s the blunt: they are waiting to be given things.

Oh, sure, when the word gets out that there is someplace White Nationalists can go and meet actual, real people and not e-mail addresses, then we’ll have a flood of newcomers---once the dam breaks and they see someone else going first. We just can’t find anyone who is willing to go first.

I’m not referring to the T-shirt Youth, the young men with nothing but the T-shirts on their backs. They’re a special case and I’ll discuss them later on. But the fact is that we don’t have a bunkhouse or a refrigerator full of beer to offer them, and they’re not really part of the equation.

I get complaints to the effect of “Oh, Harold, I can’t come Northwest now, there’s no safety net.” Well, you’re right. The lack of a safety net didn’t bother our pioneer ancestors who loaded up their Conestoga wagons and it didn’t bother the immigrants who crowded into the holds of those ships headed for Ellis Island, but these are 21st century White people and they’re not made of the old stuff, the right stuff. 21st century Whites are products of Anheuser-Busch, the Frito-Lay corporation, and Mickey D’s.

No, what we need are substantial White people, who have displayed some energy, some talent, some work ethic, and achieved some personal success in life. We need you to come here, to bring your skills and your talents and your assets with you, and help us build that very safety net, so that when this whole American ball of wax comes unglued and we have thousands of White people showing up here in the Homeland as genuine, honest-to-God refugees, there will be some way for us to take them in and get them incorporated into the Party and the revolution.

It’s been said that if someone is a success in Florida or Ohio or Texas or Wisconsin then they aren’t going to come to the Northwest because they don’t need to. This assumes that these are just typical Amurricans who do nothing unless it’s for economic motives or out of self interest, and that’s not the kind of migrants we need here in the Homeland.

We’re not asking people to migrate because there’s something in it for them, although in point of fact there is quite a bit in it for them personally. We are asking them to Come Home to the land that God and/or destiny has appointed to be our people’s lifeboat in the storm, because it is right.

Let’s consider this a test of character. We need people with that old pioneer spirit who do not come expecting to be given things on their arrival. The American sense of entitlement stops here. We will either recover that old pioneer spirit, or else we will perish from the face of the earth.

Guys, I’m going to take time out here and tell you a personal story. 

In May of 2002, when I was Coming Home myself, I was rolling westward down Interstate 80 in Nebraska, and I stopped for lunch at a truck stop somewhere between Hastings and North Platte, if I recall correctly. It was one of these big plaza-type truck stops with a motel and a restaurant and a little shopping mall, I’m sure you all seen the kind of place I’m talking about. I bought a local newspaper, from Hastings if I remember right, and I read it while I was eating. There was a story in that paper about a recent historical find in the area.

A local utility crew had been digging an underground cable trench or something of the kind, and they had come upon a grave site with a rough wooden coffin. They called in archaeologists from some Nebraska university to excavate it and identify it. There were some remains in the coffin, presumably skeletal, which they were able to carbon date from around 1850 or so. There were the remnants of clothing, what appeared to be a calico and gingham dress.

The archaeologists identified the remains as that of a female Caucasian, a teenaged girl of about sixteen. Nothing to identify her beyond that, no way to tell what her name was. Judging from a number of other indicators they believed that she had been a member of a party of early pioneers who had been crossing the prairie, she had died on the way, no way to tell how or why.

Her family knocked together a makeshift coffin for her, from whatever lumber they had to hand, possibly part of their wagon, and buried her before moving on their way westward, leaving their daughter behind forever, to be remembered only as a name and maybe some old faded 19th-century glass plate photograph among her descendants who eventually made it to California or Oregon or Washington.

And when I had read this newspaper story, I looked all around me at the restaurant, and the motel, and the little stores full of useless plastic junk, and the superhighway outside with the cars and trucks whizzing by at 65 miles an hour on their way west, and for the first time I think it really hit me what those pioneers had gone through in order to do what so many of you are too timid and frightened to do.

These unknown White people 150 years ago left their home in Pennsylvania or North Carolina or Massachusetts, walking or riding at about five miles an hour most likely to St. Joseph, Missouri, where they spent their life’s savings on overpriced supplies, and then they just started walking, walking west. No one waiting for them, no idea where they’d end up, no idea what lay ahead. Just following an ancient call of our race that has been with us for five thousand years, since the first Aryans started walking west towards the setting sun from our first homeland around Lake Baikal in central Russia.

The Celts, the Doric Greeks, the Medes, the Scythians, the Goths, the Franks and Lombards, the Slavs, the Magyars, the Norse, that’s how they all got to where they settled and became nations. Five thousand years this little stroll of ours has been going on, and now we’re too timid and weak to complete the journey and save our people from extinction.

Those ancestors of ours set out fully knowing what price they might pay for this new land, and they paid it when they left their daughter, or their young wife in that crude box buried beneath the Nebraska sod. But us—oh, no, we can’t possibly come Northwest. That’s too risky, that’s too dangerous, we might not be able to get a minimum wage job in Washington flipping burgers beside Mexicans, oh, horrors, no, no, too chancy….

What in God’s name have these evil Jews done to us? What have we done to ourselves?

So let me just tell you this. If and when you finally do screw your courage to the sticking point, as Shakespeare said, and you’re on your way out here to your future Homeland down Interstate 80, or maybe Interstate 90 if you take a more northerly route, look out your car or truck window at that barren landscape around you as you’re going through Nebraska or Colorado or Wyoming, and think about how many other graves like that young girl’s are out there, undiscovered and unnamed, along the way the way you’re traveling at 65 miles an hour. 

And when you do, all of a sudden whether or not you can get a job in Seattle or Boise or some town in Oregon won’t seem quite so earth-shaking a consideration, now will it?


Saturday, March 18, 2017

Do Not Allow Yourself To Be Entrapped

Guys, you need to read this one and for once, do what I say. It may be a matter of life and death. Do not allow yourself to be entrapped into so-called "criminal conspiracy" by federal law enforcement or other kinds of police provocateurs.

The FBI and other American political police agencies routinely perjure themselves in court and use fabricated evidence, including doctored audio recordings and planted forensics such as fibers etc. They also retain a small army of informers called "$400 men"from the fact that they are paid a basic $400 per week tax-free.  These people are also paid on a piecework basis and receive heavy cash bonuses per year of prison time they inflict on innocent people. The informer "Tony Evola" received a $50,000 bonus for the first White American convicted under the Patriot Act, Matt Hale.

This is not Harold being paranoid. The FBI's habit of fabricating so-called "terrorism" cases from the ground up has become a matter of such wide remark that it has even been covered in the mainstream media.

Usually the pattern is to select some poor old Apu from down at the Quickie Mart and surround him with a so-called Al-Qaeda or ISIS "terror cell," usually all of whom are paid FBI informers or badge-carrying agents. Mohammed Moola-boola is then persuaded to accept receipt of a so-called "suicide vest" which looks like a bomb but which actually consists of road flares or inert material. (In one case an FBI-provided pick-up truck loaded with Play Doh was supposed to be a truck bomb of Semtex.)

Apu is given detailed instructions by his so-called cell leader or FBI handler to go out and blow up a specific target at a specific time. He is recorded agreeing to commit this act, usually with several repeated questions along the line of "Are you sure you want to do this?" recorded in English for the benefit of the future jury, probably in this case conservative Whites who will be glad of any opportunity to show their revulsion for the rag-headed invaders whom we are not allow actually to fight. (Any time anyone is clearly attempting to get you to say certain things out loud regarding illegal acts, you should suspect a recording microphone nearby.)

Then Apu goes to that spot or commits some other overt act which fulfills the legal requirements for conspiracy, and he is arrested and sent to prison for 30 years for the crime of being an easily-manipulated dumb-ass whom some FBI SSA decided would be useful fodder for his career and a budget-booster for his office.

These tactics are also used against White American political dissidents on a regular basis. If anything, we are traditionally easier to entrap than Muslims. The Bureau and other federal agencies have been doing it for years. Some of the most notorious and blatant fabrications committed by federal law enforcement against White Americans are:

*The murder of Katherine Ainsworth by "off-duty" agents in Mississippi in 1968, believed paid for by the ADL;

*The frame-up of Leroy Gibson in the early 1970s;

*The insertion of ATF undercover agent Bernard Butkovich into the Klan and NSPA in the late 1970s, On November 3rd, 1979 Butkovich's activities resulted in the shooting dead of five Communist Workers' Party members and the arrest of 16 White men in Greensboro, North Carolina when a government plot to kill targeted individuals went awry; Butkovich himself is believed to have been murdered by his own agency years later to prevent embarrassing testimony.

*The murder of a number of faggots in a homo bookstore in Shelby, North Carolina in January of 1987, in order to protect the cover of informer Frazier Glenn Miller, who had been engaging in homosexual activities at the store. (This one actually had a lot of ramifications beyond the Miller case; long, long story I never did figure out more than a bit of.) Charges were later fabricated against two White Patriot Party men in order to cover up the participation of Miller and other federal assets.

*The ATF pressuring of Randy Weaver to become an informer which eventually led to the vicious attack on his home by ATF and FBI in which Weaver's wife and child were murdered by federal law enforcement;

*The fabricated case against Matt Hale in 2003, when Hale was arrested and sentenced to 40 years for typing a single sentence into an AOL instant chat, specifically "I cannot be involved in this." Hale was convicted under the Patriot Act by a monkoidal jury on the basis of hundreds of hours of audio conversation and transcribed internet chat because he "used racial slurs";

*That poor old fart in Spokane who worked at the Salvation Army store, whose name escapes me. This derelict in his 50s was framed for allegedly trying to blow up the city, by that same punk informer they tried to sic on us back in 2010. This kid was pressured into doing it because the Bureau caught him with some pot plants in his room, which was illegal at the time. 

*The Dennis Mahon case, where a long-term female FBI informant engaged in multiple sexual liaisons with Dennis and others in order to gain trust and fabricate evidence;

*Probably the most infamous FBI frame case of all, wherein attorney Edgar Steele was arrested in 2010, and convicted on the basis of fabricated and altered audio files. Two international experts prepared to testify that the Steele audio had been altered were not allowed to appear in court by a bent judge. Steele was later murdered in prison, apparently on orders from the Eric Holder Justice Department;

*The framing of Kevin Harpham in the 2011 Bionic Backpack incident in Spokane, through the threatening of his terminally ill father's Medicare and VA benefits, by which Harpham was coerced into pleading guilty despite the fact that it was logistically impossible for him to have committed the "crime" within the Bureau's timeline. 

Like the Steele case, the backpack thing appears to have been a fabrication from the get-go by FBI agents who were threatened with transfer out of lovely predominantly-White Spokane to Muslim-and-beaner-infested hellholes like Detroit and Los Angeles, in order to bring back the good old days of Aryan Nations and Pastor Butler when the Inland Northwest was a "terror hotspot." (At one stage, because of Pastor Butler there were more ATF agents operating out of Spokane than there were in New York City.)

*The ongoing lunatic Bill White case, which has been extensively discussed on this site. Suffice it to say that for a period of almost three years prior to his first arrest, White appears to have been surrounded by a small army of FBI informers, $400-a-week men. At one point FBI-JTTF appears to have attempted to persuade some of these operatives to murder White. That one conviction must have cost the Bureau over a million dollars in informants' fees alone.

*God knows how many "militia" groups and small isolationist religious sects who live alone out in the woods, down through the years. I honestly can't remember. 

Why Do They Do It? 

Why do they do it? Why does federal law enforcement routinely use fabrication and perjury to frame the innocent, rather than do their jobs and protect the American people by hunting down for-real terrorists such as Muslim jihadists and the tens of thousands of foreign criminals admitted to this country by Barack Obama's abolition of the border during his reign?

Simple. Burn this into your brain: Without terrorists, there can be no anti-terrorists. 

The FBI does this kind of thing for the same reason they do everything else: for money. Remember: "terrorism" both real and imagined is an industry, an incredibly lucrative one. Billions and billions of dollars are expended in the U.S. and throughout the Western world on both generating and fighting against terrorism.

The anti-terrorism industry generates a tumbling Niagara Falls of wealth into the laps of the world's governing elites, almost all in the form of Western (White) taxpayer dollars and euros. Vast amounts of anti-terrorism cash flows into the coffers of government departments; think tanks; law enforcement agencies from British MI6 down to Deputy Barney Fife in Mayberry with all his new paramilitary gear and toys; private security agencies; manufacturers of weapons and security gadgets; industrial research grants into security-related applications like electronic spying and surveillance; and above all budget, budget, budget for military and bureaucrats. Everyone in the EU, the U.S.A., and the English-speaking word who draws a government salary benefits in some way from the anti-terrorism industry.

Nor is it all government. The private sector makes billions off anti-terrorism every year in a hundred ways. The Hollywood budget alone for endless movies like the Die Hard series or TV series like the 24 and NCIS families and spin-offs boggles the mind. 

Without terrorists, there can be no anti-terrorists. It therefore behooves the anti-terrorism industry to ensure that there is a steady supply of terrorists to be captured, stuffed, and mounted on the walls of various agencies in order to justify their existence.

But the problem is, hunting and apprehending real terrorists is messy and dangerous and uncertain. Despite all the massive appurtenances of the surveillance state, the record of these agencies in catching for-real, non-fabricated terrorists who are seriously planning on doing harm is not too impressive. Lucky for the FBI, there aren't that many genuine terrorists around, certainly nothing to compare with all the made-up cases fabricated for brownie points and budget dollars.

You have to bear in mind, this isn't J. Edgar Hoover's FBI.  The lean, snappily-dressed young Mormons are gone and the career bureaucrats, the computer geeks and technocrats and management gurus have replaced the real cops like Melvin Purvis and Bill Roemer and Cartha DeLoach. Di-voice-ity-appointed beanerz and niggaz and wimmins is done took over de muthafukkin Bureau, essay.

Hunting down and capturing for-real violent criminals and seventh-century religious warriors can't be done by sitting in a cubicle with a Starbucks and a hoagie from the breakroom vending machine, spying on people or listening in on their conversations. The agents have to get in their rental cars or their black SUVs with the illegally tinted windows and do a lot of driving and walking and sitting freezing their ass off in stakeouts in bad neighborhoods at three in the morning. 

(I recall there was at least one case some years ago where FBI on a surveillance were attacked and shot by common or garden-variety street niggers who wanted to jack their fancy ride.)

To catch actual criminals they have to put in unpaid overtime when they can't hit the bars or (to be fair) be with their families. Hunting down real bad guys is, like, you know, man, work. And what did our dear old Dads always tell us? "Don't work hard, son. Work smart."

Plus--and this is the biggie--there's always the chance that if they go after real criminals or jihadists, those guys might not understand that they're supposed to be terrified of the big, bad FBI. They might actually shoot at federal agents and endanger their pampered asses and their pensions. Yaaaaaaah! No, no, anything but that!

"Jesus, I didn't sign up for this! I'm supposed to be sitting behind my computer right now reading blogs and Twitter posts and listening to Radio Free Northwest so maybe we can catch that old fart saying something we can use to make him shut up and get our little gold star on our foreheads from the J. Edgar Building! Nobody said anything about anybody shooting at my ass! What the hell are the local boys for? Don't they have a SWAT team? What the hell do they think we gave them all that military weaponry and gear for?" 

Get On With It, Harold 

Right, right. Sorry. It's just that it's difficult to discuss the vagaries of our beloved state security services without beginning to rave.

Okay, based on more years of experience than I care to recall in observing and evading the criminal and despicable behavior of federal law enforcement, here are HAC's handy-dandy tips at avoiding entrapment by the dictator's servants: 


1) Be security conscious, not paranoid. A lot of secret police behavior is psychological warfare designed specifically to interdict constitutionally protected political and expressional activity by generating alarm, despondency, confusion and paranoia. How do you tell the difference? Security consciousness helps you function as a political dissident. Paranoia prevents you from functioning.

2) The late Pastor Robert Miles used to say "Never write down anything you don't want read out open court." Today this translates as "never e-mail or tweet anything you don't want read out in open court, or which you don't want to exist forever in the weird twilight of cyberspace." Remember, the internet is forever. Nothing is ever genuinely deleted or beyond recovery on the internet.

3) Always remember the First Rule of the Internet: You never know who the hell you're talking to. Never assume that anyone on the internet or e-mail is telling you the truth, about anything. If it can't be verified or you don't already know for a concrete fact it's true, keep it in a kind of gray mental limbo reserved for things which may be fact or which may be somebody's narrative, and be aware of the difference. One thing the left-loons have nailed dead on: we are living in the post-factual era.

4) If someone cannot or will not give you some verification of identity or bona fides on the internet, and refuses to give you any idea who TF you're talking to, break contact. At the very least he is using the internet to PLAY. At worst he's up to some attempt to do harm.

5) Do not engage with trolls. Block them if possible. Ignore them if it's not possible to block them. In the White nationalist cyber-world a large amount of trolling is in fact done by paid operatives working either directly for the secret police agencies or indirectly through NGOs such as the Anti-Defamation League, the Southern Poverty Law Center, etc. Trolls seek to wage psychological warfare on their targets and stir the pot to see what floats to the surface, including information.

6)  Do not troll yourself. It gives social media platform operators excuses to cancel your account. Use the internet to communicate with and persuade our own people, not to heckle liberal idiots or to play pranks on niggers. Do not use the internet to PLAY. It is not a toy, it is the only access to mass media and communication we have. Don't blow it.

7) Do not, do not, do not put photographs of yourself holding legal semi-automatic weapons or any firearms at all on web sites or social media. Do not pretend to be some bad-ass guerrilla figher. You are not. Camouflage of any kind should probably be avoided as well.

8) Social media which is in any way connected to us or White nationalism or alt.right is monitored. It is also archived, and anything you say on Twitter or Facebook or Gab can come back to bite you years later. Always remember this.

9) Do not threaten people on social media or talk about criminal acts. Just because Soros' people can get away with it doesn't mean we can. Soros employees have that privilege. We do not. I recall the case of the 13 year-old boy in Texas who was sentenced to 8 years in prison for making a joke on Facebook about burning down his school, which an asshole District Attorney with pork fat between his ears and pork feces in his heart called "making terroristic threats."

Avoid Traditional Entrapment Techniques 

1) Even when you think you are in a safe place and among trusted friends, do not talk about illegal activity or allow others to do so in your presence.

The horrific case of the Asheville Six, which I once described on Radio Free Northwest, illustrates how foolish it is to allow others to sit there babbling like brooks about committing crimes and saying nothing. One man babbled, and five men and one woman went to prison. All that would have been necessary would have been for just one of them to say, loudly and clearly into the SBI microphone, "Frank, we are not going to actually DO anything of the kind. Now be quiet!" That one simple sentence would have avoided what? Maybe 30 years cumulative of prison time?

2) Do not allow anyone to persuade you to "hold" anything for them in your home or rent them a storage area in your name to "hold" stuff, especially things like seemingly innocuous household chemicals. "Bomb-making materials."

3) I know this is going to sound prudish, but it is probably best to remove alcohol from all of your political and racial activities, social or otherwise. Alcohol loosens lips, and loose lips sink ships. We will have plenty of time to roll out the barrel and hoist the flowing bowl once we have driven these scum from our land with our clear heads and our courage.

4) Do not allow trusted members of your circle suddenly to appear with a stranger in tow, and lay on you the line that "This is Joe Shmoe, he's a good ole boy like us, totally to be trusted, I vouch for him." Most likely the secret police caught your friend doing something he shouldn't and they have twisted his arm into bringing a $400-a-week man into your group. Check out Joe Shmoe yourself.

 5) Check out everybody yourself as closely as you can. It has always struck me as absurd that someone applying for a job at Wal-mart has to undergo a more thorough background check than someone joining a White nationalist organization.

6) Do not assume that innocence will save you from some kind of attempt to use the law to silence and destroy you. It will not. The men and women trying to hurt you and your family know perfectly well you are innocent. It's not about you. It's about them, their needs, their desires, their agenda. You and your family and your friends are just the raw material they work with to generate money and prestige for themselves.

7) While it has so far been safe to for us discuss revolution in fiction or theory, or as historical observation, this may not hold much longer as our beloved Lords and Ladies become more and more twitchy and start seeing guillotines looming. 

Never discuss or write about any specific, identifiable person or building or institution as a target, or any specific illegal act as to to time, location, etc. Never utter or write anything which remotely resembles a threat to an identifiable, specific individual. Yes, I know the left-scum threaten to murder President Trump all the time on Twitter and nothing is done. We're not them. I repeat: Soros's people have privileges in politically correct society that we do not.

 We live in a world based on lies. Do not be surprised when those who hate all human life attempt to use those lies to hurt you and make you suffer, simply because they can. This is why one day, somehow, we're going to have to find within ourselves the courage and the moral strength to ... well, you know.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Taking It Real Again: Part Deux

Okay, this is where we run into the hypocrisy issue. A lot of the advice I have to give you guys involves you not doing certain things that I myself do, or doing things that I myself do not or cannot do, due to factors of my age, my medical situation, my personal situation, and my functional mission within the Movement. There is necessarily a lot of "do as I say, not as I do" in all this.

I am aware of the irony here. I apologize for it, but it is what it is. I would sell my soul to turn back the clock and recover the last 20 years as fully productive ones, but it doesn't work like that. All I can do is try and pass on what I have learned.

We in the White right have become world-class experts in how not to do it, and we have a solid record of 50 years of failure to prove it. A very good rule of thumb for young White people concerned about the ongoing genocide and advancing tyranny of the globalists is to look closely at what we did for all those years and avoid those tactics like the plague, especially street-walking.

However, that doesn't mean that the new technological age is any better. Many of the problems we have today didn't exist twenty years ago, or even ten. The fact is that for all the advantages we have gained through the use of the internet--and they are many--one deleterious unintended consequence is that internet has now virtually replaced physical activity of any kind taking place in the real world. 

In a sense our Movement is like one gigantic game of World of Warcraft. We have created a kind of fantasy world into which Whiteboys of all ages escape as soon as they get off work (if they have any) and can get back to their parents' basements or their shabby rented rooms, wherein they can assume the parts of warrior dwarves, or dragon-riders, or mighty all-knowing wizards. I admit, I find it fun myself. I even get to advise the President himself on my Twitter, although I doubt he ever actually sees my tweets. We didn't get to do that before.

But it's not real, guys. None of it is real. Lavoy Finnicum lying murdered in the snow by the FBI is real. Kate Steinle lying dead on the pavement of San Francisco at the hand of a beaner already deported five times is real. Bill White still rotting in prison for a "crime" the Supreme Court declared not to be a crime almost two years ago, because his legal filings are simply ignored, is real. The crappy rented rooms you live in, your shattered lives or the lives you were never able to start, your inability to find a potential wife and mother for your children who has not been driven insane, the lost years of the Clintons and Jug-ears and Obama, these things are real. 

You can't make up for all these things by playing with an electronic gizmo and living in a fantasy world that involves escaping reality and not confronting it and overcoming it.

We have to somehow re-acquire the habits we once had of doing things that do not involve keyboards, electronic screens, websites, podcasts, YouTubes, smartphones, or "devices" in general. We must learn once again to interface and interact with human beings, not machines. Just because I am now forced to rely entirely too much on these things out of age and poverty and 50-11 other factors doesn't mean you have to be the same.

Do as I say, not as I do. No, really--you can't find a better expert than me on how not to do it. I've been watching us fail for two generations now.

More to come ...

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

I Don't Get Us

I don't get us. We will fight and kill and bleed and die and conspire and scheme and go to immense efforts and risk prison and death and torture--but always either A) for money; B) for weird sex shit, C) to avenge our butt-hurt feelings, or D) because we're just crazy as a shit-house rat. Never for any identifiable political or racial motive, except for a few like Dylann Roof and that Canadian kid who whacked out the mosque in Quebec, and then only under the worst possible PR circumstances.

Zack Hatfield, Cat-Eyes Lockhart, and Nightshade remain fictional characters.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

It's GUBU, I Tell You (1990s)

Okay, people, listen up! Harold has had a flash of inspiration. I've developed the definitive nomenclature for all the weird and dysfunctional behavior which is The Movement. I don't know why I didn't think of this before.

When I first arrived in Ireland in 1982, the Taoiseach (prime minister) of the time was a charming rogue named Charles Haughey, a man who could have given Bill Clinton lessons in strange political behavior, except Haughey was (and is) a lot more efficient at it. 

There were some absolutely Clinton-esque goings-on in Haughey's administration. Most of these I won't get into, but in the week after I arrived, a wanted double murderer named Malcolm McArthur was arrested by the Dublin Civil Guards (police) while staying as a house guest in the apartment of the Irish Attorney General, whose name escapes me. McArthur was actually being squired around Dublin in the Attorney General's government-chauffered Mercedes as his guest, and he discussed the nationwide hunt for the murderer (himself) over tea and tiffins at the theater and at the race course with the Garda Commissioner and the Minister of Justice, who at that time did not know that McArthur was their man.

When confronted by this, Haughey told reporters "I find that situation grotesque, unbelievable, bizarre, and unprecedented." Charlie Haughey's political arch enemy, Dr. Conor Cruise O'Brien picked up on this and coined an acronym, "GUBU," for all the weird things that were going on under Haughey's administration. He would begin his column in the Irish Times with, "Well, we've another GUBU today..." Although O'Brien intended this term to apply only to his hate object Haughey, everyone else in Ireland caught on to this expression and all of a sudden everything that was weird, silly, bureaucratic, dodgey, and or generally corrupt in Irish society was dubbed "GUBU." It crept into the language in Ireland; for all I know it is still used.

I have referred to the Bowel Movement, to the Bad Craziness, and other terms in the past to try and express that peculiar combination of corruption, incompetence, egotism, stupidity, and lunacy which is so uniquely ours in this mess we call a Movement. But I think from now on I'm going to Hibernicize this whole concept under a term I hope catches on throughout the whole Net and elsewhere when referring to the insanity which is US---"GUBU". It's short, it's snappy, it's alliterative, and it says so much in two short syllables.

Grotesque, unbelievable, bizarre, unprecedented. GUBU is you. GUBU is me. Come and do that GUBU that you do so well. 

Of course, the monarch and exemplar of all GUBU is The Great Man Himself, Dr. William L. Pierce of lawsuit and bank robbery and blowing up Disneyland fame. But there are so many other competitors for the title of Prince GUBU that he may not retain the title for long.


Friday, March 10, 2017

Taking It Real Again, Part Un

Greetings, comrades:

Some of my now 1,000 Twitter followers have asked me to do a kind of tutorial on "getting real", i.e. yet another attempt to drag us away from keyboards and smartphones and get our wee pale asses back into the actual physical world. I guess this is as good a place to start as any.

I got an e-mail inquiry today from a guy who may be perfectly sincere and may be a potential asset to the 14 Words, but who wants me to mail him an introductory packet to a street address under a ridiculous quasi-German pseudonym, for all I know the same one he uses for World of Warcraft.

The post office will not deliver mail sent to absurd-sounding quasi-German or Middle Earth-style pseudonyms. I know because I've tried, and I've had heavy, expensive packets sent back saying "addressee unknown" even when the address was clear, with a Zip + 4. The postal service is now part of the surveillance state. They maintain a database of names and addresses which the secret police occasionally access, although usually their electronic surveillance tells them whatever they want to know.

Uh, you guys know that in light of revelations by Edward Snowden and now the latest exposé by Wikileaks of the CIA's hacking and surveillance activities, if you operate electronically at all, any attempt to conceal your identities from the secret police is futile? You do get that, right?

Every electronic transmission sent in this country (possibly the world) is apparently intercepted by the National Security Agency (NSA) and archived in two big huge storage facilities, one in West Virginia and one in Utah. It's true they're not all read--no one on earth has the manpower to do that--but if you have ever used a politically incorrect word or e-mailed someone at an incorrect address or gone to a forbidden website or otherwise tripped over the algorithms the secret police use to identify those whose minds are not fully under control, then you have been "audited" and your identity is known.

There is a fine balancing line between being cowardly timid and foolhardy reckless online. It's hard to know where that line is, and we all make slip-ups. But a general rule of thumb is that security-consciousness helps you function effectively as a White nationalist. Paranoia prevents you from functioning effectively. Learning the difference is a skill we all must master.



Thursday, March 09, 2017

The Song, Not The Singer

[1998 or so, I think. Generally considered by HAC aficionados to be the best single political and racial polemic I ever wrote, I believe.]

Our people are dying. White people throughout the Western world are aging inexorably, our heads growing grayer and our bodies weaker as the years roll on, years in which we have done nothing to stop the slow encroachment of racial death and extinction. We have fiddled while the Rome we knew burns around us. Every year fewer and fewer White babies are born, to the point where some desperate European countries are at long last offering financial bounties to the dwindling number of young married couples to produce White infants— while at the same time we slaughter millions more through abortion. Every year more and more mud-colored spawn swarm across our open borders, in North America and in Europe. Every year more Whites are butchered like hogs by the blacks and Third Worlders. Their victims are mostly White women, children, and elderly, the very most precious people that any sane society would strive to protect.

The corruption of our government and the loss of our Constitutional rights are now so far advanced that neither can be stopped. In our lifetimes we will see the United States transformed into a Third World tyranny, a de facto one-party oligarchical state like Mexico or Singapore. Racial integration, bureaucratic meddling and political correctness in the public schools have wrought havoc, destroying two whole generations of young White people, turning our sons into illiterate Beavis and Buttheads, and our daughters into air-headed, Clueless Valley Girls who will present us with mulatto grandchildren. We are dying.

For a hundred years, a number of us in each generation have understood and fought against the problem. Hundreds of thousands of people down through the past century have been involved in a vast spectrum of right-wing and racially oriented attempts to stop the slow coming dark. From John Birchers to Klan to National Socialists and Christian Identity, we have all failed. We have failed wretchedly, miserably, pathetically. Every attempt at organizing a White racial resistance in this country and throughout the English-speaking world has collapsed into a welter of internal bickering, chaos, recrimination, treachery, betrayal, and comic opera incompetence.

Always remember this one key fact: every major right-wing or racial organization in the past fifty years has without exception been destroyed from within by its own members, not by the government. We are a joke. Our Movement is to real politics what professional wrestling is to real sports—a form of slapstick entertainment 

For twenty-five of those fifty horrible years, I have observed this pathetic Movement from within. I have written article after article, commentary after commentary, arguing, expostulating, ruthlessly exposing those among us who have been and still are guilty of the most contemptible crimes and despicable behavior. Over it all I have raised my voice time and time again, arguing, persuading, castigating, pleading, sometimes almost weeping as I have begged my dying people to stop the madness, to think what they are doing, to change their behavior and to return to sanity. 

I have remained largely unheard, and for all my efforts I have in return been subjected to the most false, vicious and hateful personal smear campaign in the history of American alternative politics. The internet has accelerated this campaign of abuse and defamation against me to levels which have appalled even neutral or liberal observers who do not agree with National Socialism and don’t particularly like me. I cannot count the number of e­mails, letters, and phone calls I have gotten in recent months, sometimes from people who have not spoken to me in years, to the effect of “Harold, this has just gone too far. How in God’s name do you stand it?” 

I stand it because it is my duty to do so. But there comes a time when one has to sum up a life’s vocation, and that time has, I think, come upon me now as far as the Movement goes. This document will be my definitive statement on the Movement—on why it has failed in the past and on what can be done to turn things around, if only we as a people can summon the necessary effort of will to do so. 

One final time, I will offer to all of you what I have seen and learned over this past quarter century, as a guide to you who will come after and who will be as horrified, perplexed, and saddened by it all as I have been. 

I fully understand and accept that once again, I will be largely ignored and shouted down by those who have a vested interest, personal and financial, in maintaining the status quo. But I will have done my duty. You can only lead a horse to water for so long. If he does not want to drink, the time comes when you must let him die. After this I intend to avoid the subject of the Movement as much as possible, or at least as much as I am allowed to do so by the GUBU. The Movement has a tendency to drag one down into the mire no matter how desperately one attempts to break free. But for this one last time, I will try to get through to you. We must change our behavior and our thinking. We are dying. 

The Great Paradox

The secret of the Movement’s failure for the past fifty years can be summed up in a single sentence. I call it the Covington’s Paradox: “The Cause is so right; the people in it are so wrong.”

Yes, I know I have said this before, but it bears repeating. The Great Paradox must become part of the political and racial thought of our Movement, for without acknowledging and understanding it, our Folk will perish. 

Our problem is not one of ideology, of tactics, of money, or of propaganda, although all of these have proven woefully deficient. At its very root, our problem is one of people. We simply do not attract and retain the correct caliber of human material to White Right, and until we can correct this problem we will continue to be a grotesque joke. 

We do not attract and retain mature, responsible adults. We do not attract and retain young people in sufficient numbers. Above all, we do not attract women in any significant numbers. The surest giveaway that something is badly, intrinsically wrong with the Aryan racial nationalist movement is our near total failure to attract any women at all. No human enterprise can hope to succeed with one half of humanity missing from its ranks. I will attempt to explain why the Great Paradox exists, what perpetuates it, and how it can be overcome, and again I must remind you that all of this is based on twenty-five years of first-hand experience. But before I do, let me play devil’s advocate with you, as I have often done with myself:

The Jews and the liberals are very much aware of the Great Paradox, and their response down through the years has always been along the lines of: 

“Your people are all wrong because your cause is wrong; because you oppose and persecute the Apple of God’s Eye, the Jews; because you are based only on empty hate; because Jews and non-Whites are really superior to White people and all the history of the past thousand years which looks contrary to that is just a kind of accident which is now being corrected; because destiny has selected the White man for extinction and therefore will only allow you the dregs. You people screw up all the time because you are fools, because you have set yourselves up against the manifest will of God, which is that all human beings will someday be coffee-colored and mostly homosexual, except for the Jewish people who will rule over you forever because we are superior and chosen by God. You don’t attract women because you are weak and stupid and ugly and lazy and dysfunctional, poor genetic material, and Nature will not allow you to reproduce. You are losers! ”

More times than I care to remember, in my despair and my anguish at what I see and hear and experience in our floundering around, I have sat down in the dark night of the soul and gone over it all again in my mind, starting with the proposition “Could it be that the Jews are right? Could it be that they really are God’s chosen and we have lethally erred in opposing them? Could it be that it really is part of some inexorable cosmic plan that all of the races of mankind shall be mixed up into a kind of coffee-colored soup, all distinct cultures destroyed and melded into a worldwide consumer society, and that the Aryan should disappear like other extinct species?”

First, I look at the Jews, and without meaning to be blasphemous, I simply say that if they are indeed God’s Chosen People, I want no part of a God who would choose a race like this as His representatives on earth. I'm not a Christian, but I think the Christians may be onto something when they assert that the Jews are the spawn of Satan. I think it entirely likely that the Jews are in some way psychically or genetically linked with those cosmic forces which are destructive and evil and inimical to human life. Losers we may be, but if the price of becoming a winner is to submit to the implied and oftimes directly stated superiority of these creatures, then I don't want to win at such a price.

Then I look at my own people and our incredible, magnificent, unbelievably breath-taking past. I read the words of William Shakespeare. I listen to the sounds of Mozart, of Gregorian chant, the Irish uillean pipes and the bluegrass banjo. I see in my mind’s eyes the wooden sailing vessels on which our forefathers crossed the mighty Atlantic, and remember the time I saw a Saturn V lift off from Canaveral. 

We are the race of the Gothic cathedral, the steam engine and the laser; we are the men who stood in the pass at Thermopylae and charged with Pickett; ours are the sonnets of Petrarch and ours the tongue that all the world now seeks to speak; ours the minds that conceived the very idea of the railroad, the supremacy of law over man, the ideal of freedom itself. 

We White men, with our sisters at our side, made the world, for good or for ill. Why on earth would the Creator who made and guided us this far cast us aside now? 

I'm one of these people who believe that man was given the rational faculties of the mind in order to use them, and I cannot find any rational, logical reason why my people should perish from the face of the earth just because a loathsome little race of parasites and human serpents hates and envies us. The death of Aryan man is not the will of God, my friends. It is the will of the Jew, and him we can fight. 

So let’s get out of our heads right now any idea that we are wrong to want to save our race, or that we are pre-destined to lose. We are right, and the Jew is wrong, and we can win back our world if we decide to exert the necessary effort of will to do so. Period. End of story.
The Last Real White Men Lived 100 Years Ago

The generation of men born in the Western world during the 1880s and 1890s was the last completely spiritually healthy generation of our race. Every generation since then has been increasingly tainted with Judaism, applying Robert Miles’ definition that Judaism is a state of mind.

Those who survived the butchery on the Somme and at Verdun gave us Fascism and National Socialism as a kind of moral vaccine, in order that Western man would never go through another such holocaust. They failed, in my opinion because they underestimated the sheer evil of the enemy we face. 

Theirs was the last generation who truly believed that good must inevitably triumph simply by virtue of being right; sadly, we now know better. Good does not always triumph over evil; if that were true then the Stars and Bars would be flying over my local post office and we’d be reading about National Socialist Germany’s Martian colonies in our newspapers. 

White generations since then have been progressively weaker, flabbier, duller, confused, and poisoned with Judaic values of materialism, ego, and selfishness. It's no surprise that we lack the strength of character our grandfathers and great-grandfathers possessed, and I've come to realize down through the years that it is in fact unrealistic to expect someone raised on MTV to think and behave like a whole, mature man. 

The entire apparatus of modern Judæo-capitalist society is devoted to denying the White male his manhood and the White woman her womanhood, to reducing us all to economic units of production and consumption devoid of personality, religion, culture, or personal honor. It's no coincidence that the best comrades we now have are by and large the oldest; they were born into a lost time when moral and ethical standards had not yet completely disappeared, and they still retain some vestiges of Aryan pride, honor and personal integrity.

A Paradox in Three Parts

The Great Paradox is a product of the moral and emotional weakness of post World War Two Aryan man. It has three parts or facets to it, all of which come into play at various times within the Movement.

These weaknesses are intrinsic to the character of the twentieth­ century White man who has been raised and conditioned to material luxury, high technology, the immediate gratification of all whims and desires, and during a slow erosion of moral standards which is now almost complete. 

White men born after 1940 are all pretty much amoral. We behave as we do, and not like our brave and honorable ancestors, because we are not spiritually the same men our ancestors were. We are all a product of late twentieth-century America (or Europe), not the generation of one hundred years ago. Our values are largely those of the Jews who shaped and who control the world in which we live. The result is that in our attempts to resist we invariably display the following three character weaknesses:

I. Ego. People enter the Movement for the wrong reasons, seeking to get something out of it, not put something into it. I have noticed down through the years that virtually everyone who comes into racial political activity brings with them some kind of agenda, be it religious, financial, or political, covert or openly proclaimed—and more often than not, that agenda has little if anything to do with securing the existence of our people and a future for White children.

The overwhelming majority of the weird and dysfunctional behavior commonly manifested by people within the Aryan racialist movement issue in some way to ego, and to these destructive and diversionary personal agendas. 

Racial people find more often than not that they are working with others who have their own clashing agendas. When these egotists are unable to implement their personal agendas, when they cannot create whatever fantasy world they have decided their Movement involvement must fulfill, they become angry and frustrated and begin lashing out at their leaders and their comrades who are all so stupid and self-centered that they refuse to recognize the urgency and overriding importance of our little personal agenda over theirs. Ambrose Bierce defined an egotist as “A cad and entirely unworthy fellow, who is more interested in himself than in me.” He could have been talking about the typical White racist.

Movement people also tend to share another ego-related character defect in common: we either become convinced, or have been convinced from birth, that we are bee’s knees. Our ideas are the best, our minds are the most brilliant, our views are the only correct ones, we are totally cool and clever beyond words, we know it all, been there, done that. 

Anyone so presumptuous as to deny or denigrate what a fine fellow altogether we are, or who is so rude and crude as to hint that we might actually be capable of error—why, such a person is an enemy of the White race! Anyone who so much as suggests that we might make a mistake—blush at the very words! —must of course be an enemy agent!

What we have witnessed over the past fifty years, as time after time our Movement has degenerated into a three-ring circus with a cage full of baboons, is largely the result of trying to put together a working team of people, all of whom have Mount McKinley-sized egos and are convinced that they are bee’s knees. The inability of right-wingers, racists and otherwise sincere National Socialists to get along with one another in groups of more than three or four people at a time has become a byword in the Movement.
To be fair and complete about this, there is another, slightly more charitable explanation to the question of why we are unable to get along together without squabbling like fishwives, again ego-related. It may legitimately be said that the American Right is the last refuge of the genuine, rugged individualist, the man who marches to the beat of his own drum and makes his stand against all comers, the independent thinker, the true non-conformist, the cracker-barrel philosopher and lone wolf. 

That, as I have said, is the more charitable explanation, and there is some truth in it. The sad fact is, however, that most of the people who disrupt, destroy, undermine and cause all this ego-related GUBU in the Movement are not independent thinkers or nonconformists. They are assholes. There is a difference: independent thinkers create, while assholes merely destroy.

There is a strong case to be made that the racial enemy is aware of this characteristic of our people, and has in the past employed deliberate disrupters—and that they are doing so now, in at least one case, I have no doubt. But we give them a hell of a lot to work with. There’s an old saying which cuts to the heart of the Movement’s personnel problem: “Great minds talk about ideas; average minds talk about events; little minds talk about people.” Most of you reading this will have some Movement experience. What kind of mind comprises the groups you're familiar with?

II. Cowardice. For some reason which defies rational analysis, we have convinced ourselves that there can be such a thing as risk-free revolution.

I know of no other ostensibly revolutionary movement in history, of any kind, who have entered into their struggle with the idea that they would incur no personal risk, and that somehow or other the tyranny they were opposing would simply go away, without any armed forced being applied and without any physical or political struggle. Yet it would seem that is what most of our Movement people believe is going to happen as regards the United States government. Apparently, most of us have this touching faith that one day the purity of our ideals will simply overwhelm our enemies, our problems will vanish in a puff of smoke, and the days of Ozzie and Harriet will return.

Our ancestors fought Indians and bears, weathered prairie blizzards, climbed the Rockies and carved homes out of the wilderness. Today, threaten a White man’s precious job with some multinational and he crumples like paper. I have witnessed grown men become little short of hysterical when they are exposed to the mildest degree of heat, shrieking to be removed from mailing lists and demanding that the Party never contact them again, ever—and yet these same men would often bitch and moan at me that I wasn’t “doing anything” and they wanted “action”.

What these people really want, of course, is not action but entertainment, which is not the same thing. Anyone in the Movement can have all the action they want—but the catch is you have to make it yourself. 

I cannot comprehend the mindset of someone who embarks on a course aimed at removing and destroying an entire power structure, that of the most powerful and destructive tyranny the world has ever seen, and yet who is genuinely stunned and horrified when that power structure strikes back violently to defend itself. We have this delusion that some tacit understanding exists between ourselves and ZOG, an unspoken agreement that it’s all just for laughs, that we won’t really do anything to annoy the powers that be and they on their part will kindly refrain from crushing us. Then when the system lashes out and punishes us, we are honestly amazed that they’re taking it all seriously. Don’t they understand that we don’t really mean it? 

Yes, they do understand that most of us don’t really mean it, but sometimes they crush us anyway, just to show us who’s boss. Ask Randy Weaver.

We scribble and rave in our little cut-and-paste newsletters and shabby tabloids about “Aryan warriors” while declining every opportunity to become a warrior ourselves, even through the gentle warriordom of a computer or through passing out a handful of leaflets. Whenever things get hot in our own Movement, the “Aryan warriors” scurry for cover. Let a few guns go off or let some FBI agents in expensive suits come to our workplace and do Clint Eastwood impressions, and almost without exception our people start screaming “Stop the merry-go-round, I want to get off!”

Sometimes, of course, they find themselves on a roller coaster instead of a merry-go-round. I cannot count the times I have witnessed people get themselves into trouble through their own stupidity and then blame the Movement because we cannot provide thousands of dollars for lawyers, and blame the leader (sometimes me, sometimes another; this behavior pattern is universal) because the leader cannot wave a magic wand and make it all go away. When the leader proves unable to pull a rabbit out of a hat, we hear the bleated refrain, “You betrayed me! You got me into trouble!” 

No, fool, you got yourself into trouble because you did something idiotic —just what the devil did you think would happen?

III. Irresponsibility. Another illusion we cherish, even more than the chimera of risk-free revolution, is that of the Man on the White Horse. 

We long for the mighty leader figure who will descend from the clouds on his snowy steed, waving his shining sword aloft (or possibly his magic wand), and who will do it all for us. We need never incur any personal risk, just write this Man on a White Horse the occasional token donation check, sit back, and applaud while he vanquishes the hordes of ZOG for us. 

We commit what is, in this degenerate and self-absorbed society, the worst mistake of all—we place our trust in living men instead of in ideas. And the men we trust, almost without exception, turn out to be fatally flawed idols with feet of clay, because this modern world in the main produces only weak and self-centered men. 

My own feet thus far have not turned clay, but I am amazed and angered and a little frightened by the number of people who seem to see me riding on a White Horse. I of all people know how terribly dangerous that idea is. I have no such steed and make claim to none, I have no magic wand, and I cannot accomplish a damned thing without the active, participatory help of every one of you.

For all practical purposes, the White man worldwide has no leadership, and has not had any since the murder of George Lincoln Rockwell in 1967. There are no actual organizations anywhere on the White racial right, only individual personalities, sometimes reaching the level of small mail-order businesses with a staff of two or three dogsbodies to fill book orders. The closest thing we have to an organization is still the National Alliance, but their public activity has all but ceased in the past three years as they have devoted themselves completely to selling books over the magical internet.

William Pierce himself admitted in his October, 1996 NA Bulletin that the entire raison d’être of the NA was to sell books, and all NA activity is now geared towards selling books. They have virtually abandoned the printed word; the last stickers went a year ago and I understand they will not be re-printing Who Rules America in hard copy form once those run out.

Pierce and the others have discovered the Great White Leader’s dream implement, the computer—that versatile tool which allows them to function by interacting with words and machines rather than people. I have been trying desperately to change this situation for the past four years and [my grouplet of the time] up into a genuine organization. I have experienced only limited success, because this would demand intense personal participation from supporters and thereby incur some risk of public identification with National Socialism, at which point panic and paranoia sets in and they charge off like lemmings hurling themselves over the cliff.

But at least I try. The other Great White Leaders don’t even try. They simply pretend to be organizations in order to shake the shekels out of the supporters, their financial livestock. 

How Our Leaders Become Corrupt

The personality of every Great White Leader, almost without exception, becomes corrupted through exposure to the Movement itself and the dysfunctional people in it. By the time the actual sellout occurs, the timbers of his soul have been rotten for a long time. 

This process can take years, but it seems to be virtually inescapable. Eventually his objective ceases to be racial in nature and becomes personal and economic. The personal goal of almost all Great White Leaders becomes the same: to live without working. Aryan leadership becomes corrupt when, in the mind of the leader, the Movement ceases to be a sacred Cause, and becomes a business.

Of all the Great White leaders of the 1960s and 1970s, Dr. William L. Pierce of the National Alliance is the monarch and exemplar. Pierce is 65 years of age and aside from possibly waiting tables or some such while he was in college, he has never worked a day in his life. From 1965 until the present day, he has lived off the donations and book orders of racially conscious White people. He presently resides on the 345 rolling acres of his West Virginia estate, where he thinks Great Thoughts and diverts himself with a series of Eastern European mail order brides brought to this country with his supporters’ funds. 

His is the standard to which all the others aspire. Matt Koehl, James Warner, Thom Robb, Dan Gayman, and a dozen others are now living out their declining years in modestly comfortable circumstances, having spent their entire adult lives with their snouts in the Movement trough. This process whereby White leadership becomes hopelessly corrupted and compromised is instructive, and I will outline it for you.

Yes, Me Too

Ah, you say, but Harold—what about you? How is it that you have not been corrupted by all this?

The answer is simple. I have been corrupted by it all. You can’t spend 25 years playing with toxic waste without becoming contaminated to some degree. I have observed these telltale weaknesses in myself as well as in the others. The main difference between me and them is that I recognize these symptoms of Great White Leader syndrome in myself and consciously fight them, more or less successfully thus far, I think—but I still might turn into a Metzger or a Pierce if you folks won’t help me stay on the straight and narrow. The others are so self-absorbed that they seem incapable of understanding what has happened to them and probably are genuinely unable to understand that they have been corrupted.

I don’t doubt that at least some of their anger against me is genuine and that they honestly believe that my criticisms are false, although I suspect Pierce is capable of sufficient introspection to understand the process whereby he has become a traitor, possibly even deplore it in the privacy of his own thoughts. I hope so; I always admired his work. Robb, Metzger, Koehl, and the lesser mopes? Naaaah. They wouldn’t recognize introspection if it walked up and belted them in the mouth.
In The Beginning, Idealism

I have never disputed that people like Thom Robb, Matt Koehl, Tom Metzger, William L. Pierce, and many others were perfectly sincere when they first entered racial politics and were motivated only by the desire to solve the terrible historical problem with which we are faced and create a new and better world. If anyone has even a mediocre level of ability, political instinct, and organizational talent, they can rise in our Movement very rapidly indeed. The trick is simple: say out loud what White people think and believe in their hearts, and they will love you for it. Bingo! Congratulations, you are a leader! But once you are a Great White Leader you run into two factors which begin the process of your moral and political corruption. 

First, there is that old bugaboo, ego. People write you letters, send you e-mails, call you on the phone and come to your house, all telling you what a fine fellow you are, what a brilliant leader you are, how much they adore you because you say out loud that which they are afraid even to whisper. Like all celebrities, our public personalities attract flatterers and ass-kissers, and since we are all products of twentieth century Judaic materialism, we have not been conditioned from birth to disdain flattery as did our real warrior and pioneer ancestors, to whom flattery was a sign of weakness and dishonesty.

When leaders hear all this stuff about how great they are for long enough, they start believing it. This is compounded if the leader is getting regular media attention. We have been conditioned all our lives to accept television as the ultimate reality and purveyor of truth and celebrity—and if you’re constantly on television, and reporters are calling you up and asking you what you think about things, you must be someone special, right? Above the common herd. A Man of Destiny, no less. 

Since you are a Man of Destiny, you deserve special privileges. You are above the ordinary, run of the mill ethical considerations and obligations that constrain the little guys. Right? You want to tell a lie or pocket some money or perform loathsome sexual perversions or stab somebody in the back, it’s okay. You’re a Man of Destiny, an übermensch, and it’s all for a greater good. It is in fact your duty to tell that lie, steal that money, or betray that former friend. Right?

The first stage of corruption sets in: the Great White Leader comes to identify his own self-interest with the interests of the White racial struggle. He loses whatever prior sense of right and wrong he may have possessed. Like Louis XIV he decides that “L’etat, c’ést moi.”

The Fatal Attraction

The second corrupting factor is money in the mail. One of the great ironies of the Movement is that the very source of life for us, the very wellspring which makes all racial activity possible, is also our greatest cancer.

When someone starts yelling nigger, other White people who have been thinking nigger all their lives but never dared to say it out loud love him for it. 

One day the newly-minted Great White Leader experiences an epiphany: he opens an envelope and something green and folding falls out. A little light bulb comes on over his head: “Hey, if I can get enough people sending me money in the mail, I won’t have to hear that alarm clock go off every morning!”

Most of our Great White Leaders aren’t much out in the real world. To be sure, Pierce has a physics doctorate, but he is an exception. Don’t know what Thom Robb did before he was Exalted, but Virgil Griffin runs a gas station, Metzger repaired TVs, Allen Vincent lived off a government drunk check, Bob Brannen was a janitor, David Duke ran Amway-style pyramid schemes, the Trochmanns have a ranch but apparently were living on welfare before the militia thing came along, James Mason was a petty slumlord living off rental property he inherited, and I myself have been everything from a professional soldier to a cab driver to a Dilbert clone in a cubicle. An amazing number of people involved in the Movement in leadership positions have never held any kind of gainful employment at all, that anyone knows about.

You can understand why the discovery that people are willing to send these marginal, frustrated failures money in the mail for hollering nigger strikes many of them like a divine revelation. The lure of being able to do something you enjoy for a living, and do it at your own pace, without having to hear that alarm go off at five thirty in the morning and stumble around getting dressed in uncomfortable clothing, then driving through morning rush hour traffic to a job you hate, surrounded by people you despise—to the average Middle American, this is sheer nirvana, and to a real working stiff who has been subsisting on minimum wage labor jobs it becomes the Holy Grail. 

In a humanly understandable reaction, these men will do anything to achieve full-time Movement status, and they will then do anything—anything at all —to maintain that lifestyle and never have to obtain and hold down real job in the real world again. To achieve full-time Movement is to live the revolutionary fantasy, and it is incredibly exhilarating. They like it. I like it myself.

Before you say it, yes, I myself depend on money coming in the mail as well; without it I’d still be a stock clerk in a nursing home like I was in 1977 before I became a Fearless Leader in my own right. The irony of the situation has not escaped me; again, what makes me different is I am aware of the addictive, corrupting effect of money in the mail and I actively set my mind to fight it off. I feel its allure every day. I understand why these men do what they do. But that doesn’t make it right.

The Rubicon of Disillusionment

The final step in the corruption of the Great White leader comes when he loses his idealism, i.e. when he finally looks around himself and realizes with a shudder: “These people are never going to do anything.” It is here that he faces his Rubicon. He is about to give up—and yet he wants to maintain his reality-free lifestyle. He does not want to hear that alarm clock at five-thirty in the morning, ever again. How will he do it?

The Great White Leader has come to understand that Middle Americans are not Vikings or frontiersmen. He has come to internalize the knowledge that the people on his mailing list are not the steely-eyed veterans of Verdun and Passchendaele who wore the brown shirt of the SA, nor are they the Confederate army veterans who rode with Forrest and the Klan. 

He has come to grips with the fact that his mailing list consists mostly of middle-aged men with big bellies and elderly conservatives who send him money so that he will continue to entertain them by crying nigger and by speaking out loud the hate and rage and pain which is in their hearts, but which they dare not speak themselves. The GWL now knows that these people have not the remotest intention of ever doing anything that will incur any personal risk on their part, and that if they are backed into a corner they will turn on him and disavow him so fast it will make his head spin, anything to save their jobs and material lifestyle.

The Great White Leader has also come to understand that of the younger people on his mailing list, a small handful have genuine potential and desperately need to be taken in hand, guided and instructed and mentored and motivated—and a larger number have been so badly mentally and emotionally damaged by the filthy society they grew up in that they are dangerous to themselves and others. In short, there will be no revolution, at least not of the kind that will carry him into the White House on the shoulders of a mob shouting “Heil Jones!” or whatever his particular fantasy is.

Let me tell you something, people: every Great White Leader reaches this stage, at some point in his career, and every Great White Leader articulates this situation in his own mind more or less as I have stated above. Matt Koehl went through this. William Pierce went through this. Tom Metzger went through this. Thom Robb went through this. I went through it. Everyone does. The only thing exceptional about me is that I will discuss these things in public, with you. These other men will not, and the fact that I say in public what they dare not utter about our trade is one reason why, among other things, there is now a special website run by the National Alliance for the sole and express purpose of libeling and defaming me.

You give up trying to change the world and substitute racist psychobabble for serious propaganda and political work in the real world with real people. You run away from the real world both physically and politically, going off to some isolated locality where you can breathe fresh country air, think Great Thoughts, and watch that money roll into the post office box down in the little nearby town. 

But once the rolling acres and the mail-order empire have been achieved, once the Great White Leader has reached the top of the Movement heap, he cannot simply rest on his laurels. Like Pierce, like Metzger, there is no comfortable retirement for him. He must spend the rest of his life fighting off threats to his secluded, comfortable lifestyle. 

Threats from guys like me who point out in public that the emperor has no clothes, but even more threats from within his own sect from the younger ones who haven’t yet lost their idealism and who keep on demanding that the Great White Leader do something to justify the money sent to his post office box. That’s the problem with pretending to be an organization instead of admitting you’re just a mail order book and video company—these pesky idealists who don’t get it, who keep demanding that you do things, rock the boat in ways that might make the government angry enough to step on you.

So you look for ways to divert people away from the fact that you’re just sitting up on your mountain clipping coupons and waiting for those checks in your mail—and that’s all you ever have any intention of doing. And one of the ways you can divert your people’s attention away from that fact is to dissipate their efforts against soft targets, get them involved in harmless make-work like writing letters to the editor, have a few pointless meetings in rented motel banquet rooms—and sic them on those who dare to criticize and express their skepticism openly. Like Horrible Harold, for instance.

Then the feds come to you and start making demands, or else they’ll start rattling your cage and take away your retirement estate, throwing you out on the street at age 65—and you cut whatever deal they demand, terrified that you will lose it all. And if a federal building ends up getting blown up and 168 people killed, you cringe and hang on for dear life, hoping it will all just somehow go away.

Can Anything Be Done?

Yes, it can be done. But you have to do it. I can’t do it for you.

1. Recover your courage. We have no leaders in part because we have no followers. No real leader is going to waste his time on cowards and poltroons who run for cover at the first breath of heat.

You are of Aryan blood, and valor is part of your genetic makeup, no matter how deeply it has been buried by a lifetime of Judaic conditioning and intimidation. Look into your heart, and make the decision that from this day on you will no longer allow fear to rule your life. 

To allow fear to rule your life is to disgrace yourself, to be far less than a man, and I want every one of you to stop disgracing yourselves and our Folk. Make the deliberate, conscious decision that your self-respect and your racial duty are more important than your job, your salary, your standing in a community of stupid sheep—and if necessary, your duty and your honor are more important than your relationship with some brainwashed, spiritually dead woman who views you as a meal ticket and nothing more. 

There are more important things in life than money, material things, and occasional sexual gratification which you must buy with your soul. Our ancestors understood that the things of the spirit matter far, far more than things of the body. We as a race must recover that ideal.

2. Do not tolerate betrayal. Any people who allow themselves to be publicly represented by yellow dogs who make deals with Morris Dees, do real estate and book transactions with Jews, file lawsuits against those who criticize them, commit acts of petty vandalism and defecate on doorsteps—such a people are yellow dogs themselves. Aryans are not dogs, and we will no longer tolerate dogs as our leaders.

We must establish a bottom line below which any person who claims to represent the Aryan race in a leadership capacity is not allowed to sink, and enforce the strictest penalties of financial, political, and personal boycott and ostracism against those who do.

3. Do not tolerate mediocrity. Until we begin demanding only the best from our political and racial leaders, we will continue to get only mediocrity. We get constant mediocrity because we have demonstrated, time and again, that we will allow it to flourish. 

This has to stop. You have the power to turn this Movement around, the only power that affects these idiots’ behavior—the power of the purse. Do not subsidize mediocrity, inaction, or Great White Leaders’ private retirement estates. Patronize legitimate book dealers only, men who admit that they are book dealers, rather than Great White Leaders selling books while pretending to be revolutionary organizations. It is time to end the pernicious practice of soliciting money for Aryan revolution and then using it to pay mortgages on large rural estates or legal judgments to Morris Dees.

4. Live in the real world. A group needs a headquarters. I agree, we need one as well. Fine, set up a headquarters—down here in the urban lowlands, accessible by interstate and a short run to a major airport, not high on a mountaintop so the leader can hide from people. 

Do not tolerate any leader who attempts to flee into the hinterlands and sell you books and toys by mail; the revolution will be fought and won where the people are. Wherever feasible, demand that the leader obtain and hold a job. I myself have been "full time" for fifteen months now, and to be frank I wouldn’t mind going back to work myself; I understand I need that contact with the real world. Isolation from the real world where people live and work and have to pay bills and raise kids can warp a leader’s outlook and make him go funny in the head, and I don’t want that happening to me.

5. Kill your ego. Stamp it out. Eradicate it. Surrender forever any idea that you will ever get anything out of the Movement; spend the rest of your life seeking new ways to put something into it. Corny as it sounds, people, I am dead serious about what I am about to say, and it is based on 25 years of experience: 

The people who get in trouble in this Movement are those—far too many—who enter into this with personal agendas. They crash and burn in a hundred different ways. God will not allow this most holy and sacred cause to be used to advance a personal agenda.
On the other hand, it has been my observation that those who enter into this service with a genuinely pure and open heart, selflessly and without a thought for their own egos or their own advantage—those people are sustained and they come through it all by and large unharmed.

The most shining example we have is that of the late Robert Miles: study his life and work and you will understand. It’s kind of a Zen thing— like Kane in the Kung Fu television series, we must sacrifice the body to the spirit and walk the earth. Until it is ours again.