[From Northwest Front
Bulletin #7, July 2017]
I got an e-mail from a female
comrade of ours telling me that I am starting to sound defeatist, like I’ve given
up. I certainly never intended to sound like that, and I apologize profusely to
anyone who got that impression. I can see how sometimes others might take it
like that, when I’m ranting and raving about how completely useless the
American White maan is. In fact, it’s kind of hard not to sound defeatist when
I’m talking about that particular subject. I always make a deliberate effort to
not sound like an Eeyore, either by italicizing like this or bolding and
underlining like this, or by raising my voice and bellowing into the mike if
I’m on RFN (or as close as I can some to bellowing and still record properly,)
but maybe sometimes I don’t quite pull it off.
What I am is pissed off, and I can see that it might
be possible for people to mistake that for sounding defeatist. I’m pissed off a
lot, especially over the last year or so as we stagger toward the window which
we are going to allow to sail by, and sometimes it shows. I know that’s
unprofessional and it’s also not effective propaganda-wise. I shouldn’t let it
show, and I apologize, but as someone once said of the White nationalist
movement, we never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity.
I sometimes have a tendency
to use irony in ways that possibly are a little too obscure, like when I say
things like, “We all know what we should be doing, but we’re too chickenshit to
do it, and so there’s never going to be a Northwest Republic and our race is
going to perish,” so forth and so on. That’s not me being defeatist, that’s me
taking a dig at White laziness and cowardice and inability to focus on anything
for longer than 15 minutes. Anyway, once again I’m sorry if I sound like I’m
contemplating throwing in the towel. I couldn’t throw in the towel on the Northwest Republic even if I wanted to. Guys, I’m dead serious. Please
think about this. There simply is not
other solution. None.
You know all these idiots who
stalk me all over the internet and scream hatred and abuse at me in the
comments section of any blog or article that so much as mentions me or the
Northwest imperative? Has anyone besides me ever noticed that these people
offer no other alternative at all to the Northwest? That no one among us has ever come up with a viable plan for the
White man to survive the coming years and somehow restore the old Amurrica from
sea to shining sea and bring back Ozzie Nelson and his cardigan from the 1950s?
I grew up in the last of the White world, and while it wasn’t all it was
cracked up to be, I can confirm that yes, it was a better time and a better
way. I would do anything to restore that world if I could, but it’s just not possible.
In fact, in the forty-five years
I have been involved with the Movement this month—yes, this month is my 45th
anniversary; I received my first copy of the old Party newspaper White Power in the mail at Schofield
Barracks in July of 1972—in all those 45 years I have come across exactly three very vague nationwide plans to
somehow restore the old America. Only three, in a country and society this
huge.
I. Get A “Good Man” Elected To The White House
Commander Rockwell was
planning on running for president in 1972, which is probably one reason he was
assassinated, since he had just picked up some serious financial backing from
the Hunt Brothers in Texas.
Sometimes I wonder if the
Commander could have pulled off some kind of surprise electoral coup like
Donald Trump did in 2016, but frankly I doubt it. Different times, only a dozen
or so major newspapers that counted and only three TV networks that all signed
off at midnight. (This was in the days when White men all had jobs to
go to the next morning.) Trump was vaulted to victory by 24/7 cable coverage
and above all the internet, which provided an alternative set of facts and
viewpoints not controlled by the empowered élite.
It is, of course, possible
that Rockwell’s third party candidacy might have positioned him to become a
serious player in American biopolitics, and based on the springboard of his
1972 campaign his career would have started to bear fruit and show results over
the next ten years, but we’ll never know now.
II. That One Big Union
My old Rhodesian buddy Eric
Thomson came up with the idea of one big IWW-like syndicalist labor union for
White workers who would eventually seize power in a nationwide General Strike. That
idea has always intrigued me and I would truly love to see someone try to put
it into practice. Unfortunately, you run into the same wall with the One Big
Union idea what you run into with every other plan: you reach a point where you
have to Take It Real and received concrete and material support by serious and
committed adults.
By the time Eric and I got
back to this country from Rhodesia in the late 1970s, the White man had degenerated to
the point where he was incapable of responding to any kind of mass movement,
political or economic. I think that’s something we all never seem to grasp: the
overwhelming majority of our own people are simply mentally and emotionally incapable
of responding to us in the way we want. Most of our propaganda speaks to our
great-grandfathers, not the White people of today.
III. Incite A
Palace Coup
Third, there is Dr. William
Pierce’s plan, which he never openly advocated and which I only learned about a
few years ago from a former National Alliance bod. Bill Pierce never actually shared this plan with any of his own
people, which maybe he should have. It might have changed history or at least
plugged the hemorrhage of talent from the National Alliance through an almost
80% annual turnover. due to short attention spans combined with a sense of drift.
The idea was to produce the
very best and most persuasive propaganda we can, and which the National Alliance
most certainly did, then use it to reach and convert so-called “influentials,”
i.e. to try somehow to persuade the remaining White elements in the power
structure, including military and police officers who might still command some
kind of manpower and firepower, to stage what amounts to a palace coup d’etat and
compel reform from within the System.
Mmmm … maybe back when Pierce
started in 1970 that might have been possible. In the early 2000s, I frankly
doubt it. Napoleon said that revolution is an idea that has found bayonets;
Pierce at least appears to have understood that, since he wrote Hunter and The Turner Diaries. He seems to have given up on any hope that the
White man might ever find his own bayonets, and he hoped that he could persuade
people like senior police officers and the Joint Chiefs of Staff and so on to
turn their guns on the System, send the tanks rolling through the streets of
Washington D.C. and arrest whatever empty suit was sitting in the Oval Office,
etc.
The idea was that someday out
of the blue Pierce’s program would bear unforeseen fruit in the form of a
military coup by Pentagon generals and millionaires who had been passing around
clandestine copies of Which Way Western Man and The Turner Diaries. Or more likely because the military finally
gets tired of the bullshit and the endless deployments in no-win wars and the
filth and corruption of Washington D.C.
Okay, there is some chance that as the situation in the
United States continues to deteriorate under President Trump and the hysterical
efforts on the part of the Soros crew to overthrow him, that some kind of
military coup backed by elements in Congress and the Deep State might
happen—but if it does, will those generals and Deep State spooks be the White
man’s friend? I don’t think so. Any such coup probably wouldn’t be racial, and
in a military dictatorship I’d most likely be arrested and interned just on
general principles like dissidents of any kind. Frankly it would be worth it
just to see Bill and Barry and their hos dragged away by the Delta Force. But
will that ever happen? Really? Mmmmm….well,
if and when it does it won’t be properly motivated, and will be too little and too
late to do the White man any good.
Anyway, I hadn’t intended to
go off on a long Grandpa Simpson digression there, I’m just pointing out that I
can’t throw in the towel, because there isn’t anything else, and I’m sorry if I
gave that impression. Several people have in fact suggested that for my
retirement I re-invent myself as a so-called spiritual leader and form my own
cult, and I suppose there’s something to be said for that. Hell, back 25 years
ago the Rajneesh managed to get thousands of dumb-ass White people to relocate
to some little town in Oregon.
But the problem with that is, I doubt I could pull it off with a straight face.
Can you imagine me as the Prophet Harold wearing long flowing robes, and maybe
a pointy hat like Gandalf?
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