Monday, May 28, 2018

Tweetstorm From April 18th 2018

Okay, regarding the Jason Kessler tweet, having taken a long, deep breath: Until such time as we have the physical courage, the competence, and the strength of our convictions to deal with the turds in bipedal form who are so evilly oppressing us and trying to kill us all we need to avoid them. Given our bizarre masochistic pathology that seems to eat humiliation like candy, we need to provide them as few opportunities to humiliate us in public as we can. 

I know that White people, especially White males born after about 1975, are damaged goods. They are warped from birth through social engineering and due to toxic environmental factors such as the crapulous and chemical-laced American diet of processed Soylent Beige.  

More and more, they were raised in single parent households by women, with absent fathers who had been driven from the home by the bitch they married. They were never drafted and compelled to learn and accept military discipline. They have never been compelled to grow up. 

They never underwent the traditional instruction in simple physical violence that little boys had for millennia. They were never spanked, and mostly never had to use their fists or a hand-held rock on the playground when they were little boys.
So they learned to flee from bullies rather than confront them, or worse, go running to tell the teacher, which is basically what the alt.right is doing now, sniffling and whining to teacher to make the bad boys leave us alone.

The problem is that the bad boys and girls are the teacher's pets, spawn of the same satanic vortex that produced Jews, buggery, Joseph Stalin, George Soros, and Hillary Clinton. For us to run to the law and authority asking for protection and fair play is unspeakably shameful. 

I get that most of you don't understand that. You have no idea on earth what I'm even talking about, do you?

Of course it's stupid and crazy of me to ask you to take personal risks that might actually cause you real-world difficulties, for something that the overwhelming majority of us consider no more than a mildly amusing hobby at best. WTF is this old fool talking about?
Doesn't he know dat Whiteboys' don' roll dat way no more? [Sigh ...] 

Anyway, in the name of whatever vestigial shreds of pride and honor you may retain, is it really asking too much for you to at least not bawl like babies and go running to the teacher every time one of the bad boys or evil little girls throws a rock at you or pulls your hair? 

Okay, I can sense your eyes glazing over, so I'll let you get back to your play now. [Sigh ...]

Thursday, May 17, 2018

What Order Should The Northwest Novels Be Read In?

Hi guys, 

I purchased all five of the Northwest novels from the Google Play store, but I don't know what order they are meant to be read in, or even if there is a proper order. Could you enlighten me?


Okay, I could have sworn I had a "canned answer" to this FAQ lying around on my hard drive somewhere, but I can't find the damned thing, so I guess I get to re-type it. Mutter, mutter, mutter like Popeye, a reference almost none of you will get ...

There are two ways to read the Northwest novels: in the order in which they were written, or in what might be called mythos order.

The novels were written in the following order:

The Hill of the Ravens - (2003)
A Distant Thunder - (2004)
A Mighty Fortress - (2005)
The Brigade - (2008)
Freedom's Sons - (2012)

I personally think the best order to read them in for coherency and flow is mythos order:

The Brigade
A Distant Thunder
A Mighty Fortress
Freedom's Sons
The Hill of the Ravens

However, each novel can stand alone, and none of this is chiseled in stone. Most people end up reading the books in different orders than this depending on how they acquire the books. However you choose to read them, Erik, enjoy!


Excerpt From Northwest Front Organizational Letter 2-15-2018

[I normally don't do this, but I have been urged to take the Great Project more public in the hope of gaining more widespread support. The problem, as always, is our unpleasant neighbors listening in over the back fence, so I have to be very, very selective in the sections I publish here. - HAC]

As I mentioned in an e-mail recently, after a lot of thought and careful examination of the realities of our situation, I have a plan to implement the Great Project. Well, kinda-sorta. It’s not a perfect plan, and it has a number of drawbacks, but barring a lottery win or some guys in ski masks dumping $300,000 from an armored car heist on my desk, á la William Pierce, it's probably the best we'll be able to do. Yeah, I know, damning with faint praise. What can I tell you?

This plan is in fact do-able, given concrete and material assistance from serious, committed adults. It can be accomplished with the people we have now, plus hopefully a few more whom I can inveigle in off Twitter and Gab. It’s feasible if I can get you guys to respond in any degree bearing some proportional relationship to your actual capacity to do so.

Problem number one: we will still have to raise a sum of start-up working capital. No way around that, I’m afraid. I’ve been looking for some kind of work-around, fast shuffle or razzle-dazzle and tap dance to finesse the sitch, but I’m sorry, there’s no other way. We have to come up with at least some of the real deal, rolls of Ben Franklins I can riffle under certain people’s noses to make them forget things about my quirky past and unquantifiable present income.

We’re trying to do something that is done by American families and businesses every day, so it’s not like we’re trying to lobby Congress to get a permit for a nuclear reactor. We don't need much money to get this thing going, at least not in the context of most property deals—-but that comparatively little, we gotta have.

This will be hard when our wee little Movement's donor base is presently pissing away our paltry financial resources up against a hundred walls, in order basically to throw tips to internet entertainers like drunks stuffing fives and tens into the g-strings of strippers.

“We” (generic term) are supporting Jewish YouTubers; girl YouTubers with problematic pasts and bad things that keep turning up on their old social media; animé cartoon Twitter celebs whom no one has the slightest idea who TF they are; tiki torch fetishists; LARPers who run up six-figure legal bills over stupid little scuffles in public. Our precious life’s blood is being used to buy Lamborghinis for lawyers, because some cyberceleb wanted to have some cool video to upload, and so he expended young White lives to get it.

I've mentioned before that this kind of carry-on is why much of the so-called, largely misnamed "in-fighting" occurs in the Movement—-we are animals snarling and clawing over our share of the life-giving green water from a tiny, trickling stream. One of the main reasons why Party professionalization is so vitally necessary is to try to consolidate the White nationalist donor base to a level where it might actually do some good.

I won't explain the 10 X 1000 again, except to say that A) It would solve our financial problems and serve as the foundation for the creation of a new, sovereign White nation on earth, and B) I can't persuade you guys to do it. But somehow we have to. It’s called “crowdfunding” these days. As always, the question is not whether we can do this. Most assuredly, we can. The question is will we do it?

Sunday, May 13, 2018

My First Letter From Home

June 21st, 2002

Dear Racial Comrades:

You know what my first gut reaction is? An overwhelming question arises in my mind: why in God’s name would anyone not want to come here?

I am looking out my window as I type this onto a green, garden-like scene complete with flowers, well-trimmed lawns, Douglas firs and hardwoods, a bright sun shining...and it’s only a little over sixty degrees. I am still internalizing the knowledge that I am actually going to be able to enjoy summer this year, actually be able to go outside instead of burying myself in an air-conditioned box against day after day of deadly, oven-like heat that doesn’t subside even after nightfall. 

Okay, this may sound like a self-centered and subjective reaction. But as you know, most right-wingers and racial nationalists have their own eccentric little theories about things. One of mine is that White men urgently need to dwell and strive and raise their young in a northerly, forested environment containing four distinct and perceptible seasons. In other words, the biosystem that existed in our ancestral Europe, especially northern Europe, the lands and climates that gave rise to our unique racial personality. We seem instinctively to crave warm or hot summers, cool autumns with brightly colored falling leaves, cold winters with at least some snow, and balmy springs. This progression of the seasons seems to be one of the things that has made us what we are, biologically and culturally.

If you look at the subsequent history of our race on this continent, you will find that our very best minds and personalities down through the centuries (with a few exceptions, duly noted) have always issued from parts of America where there were four separate and distinguishable climactic seasons.

This applies even to the South to some will note that the cream of Southern leadership and creativity were always men who were born and raised in, say, Virginia or Tennessee or North Carolina or Kentucky, as opposed to those who grew up in the hot, tropical Gulf or desert areas. (The areas where the blacks always thrived best.) Again, I understand that there were exceptions to this generalization and they are duly noted. Anyway, that’s just a theory of mine. I don’t insist on it, but Jesus it’s good to be able to open a window and breathe natural air in June!

In any case, this letter is just to touch base and let you know what’s going on, especially you comrades who do not own computers. I apologize for the delay in getting back to you, but it took some time for me to get set up. I will try to get the Bulletin of the Opposition back on track as soon as possible, but I am now confronted with the necessity which always confronts me every time I move to a new place: finding a printer who will do politically incorrect stuff and not have a screaming hissy fit. It may well be that my next few Bulletins must be couched in more than usually Aesopian language so as not to send some little girl copy shop clerk into hysterics. I have in the past repeatedly belabored the necessity for us to acquire and operate our own printing facilities so that we can print what we want without censorship, but we won’t get into that again. For now, a few quick points:

1. No More Excuses. The nay-sayers of all motivations have now been stripped of their biggest weapon against the Northwest Republic, the constant bleat “Harold’s living in Texas, Harold’s living in Texas, nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah.” I agree that it took me entirely too long to get here, but that is a subject for a longer and more in-depth analysis once I get a bit more settled in. The fact is that an existential change has taken place: I am no longer asking you to do anything I have not done myself. I think that this may well prove to be a point of critical importance. This may also lead to an escalation in government surveillance, private left-wing “monitoring” and NA criminal harassment directed against me, but them’s the breaks.

2. Summer Is Scouting Trip Time. All of you have some vacation coming due soon from whatever rat race jobs you work at. That vacation needs to be used for your scouting trip to the Northwest. For those of you close enough to drive, I have now traveled all three major routes to and from the Homeland: the High Passage of Interstate 90, the Southern Passage of Interstate 5, and the Middle Passage of Interstate 84. (That may sound melodramatic and corny, but remember the Oregon Trail?)

I would be hard put to describe which is more impressive, although cruising by Mount Shasta on I-5 would be hard to top. Yet now I come to think of it, driving down the Columbia River Gorge on I-84 is just as impressive and longer lasting. If you take I-90, make sure you stop for a few hours at the Little Big Horn battlefield monument, if only to pay your respects to the monolith with the names of Custer’s fallen heroes on it...almost all German and Irish names, in equal proportion. Many of you may have to fly into Sea-Tac or Portland or Boise, and since 9/11 that can be a real nuisance, but it’s not only something that has to be done, it’s worth it. (I keep telling you, I am actually asking you to do yourselves a favor by coming here to one of the best remaining parts of America.)

3. Suggestions Wanted. Our primary task for the next few years, possibly even for the next generation, is to get your ass up here. We must create the communities and the population base before we can think about any kind of overt action. But that doesn’t mean we can’t think about the future. An independent Aryan state in the Pacific, when, and by what road? In the RCC “debate” usually generates verbiage sans action, but in this case we need to create an RCC-wide discussion on the subject of the coming Northwest American Republic in order to begin channeling our thoughts and our aspirations in that direction.

The Northwest concept must become the generally understood and accepted strategy for White survival. The future of our people is here, and I am starting to see signs every day that we as a community are coming to realize that. So let’s not waste another year, shall we? Put in for that vacation and start planning your itinerary today, and aim for Homecoming by the spring of ‘03 at the latest. Don’t put it off for 18 months like I did.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Twelve Points

[The following is an excerpt from A Mighty Fortress by H.A. Covington. It is fiction...for now.]

Political Bureau of the Northwest Volunteer Army
The Moral and Political Basis for Northwest Independence

1. The United States of America, in its original form as envisioned by the Founding Fathers, was a political entity created by and for white people. The white race made America what it is today. American law and the United States Constitution are derived from Anglo-Saxon common law, going back to the Magna Carta. Such concepts as democracy itself and the rule of law are based upon European thought, not African or Asiatic. 

2. The United States of America as it exists today has only the most remote and tenuous historical connection with the country and the system of government which was originally established and envisioned by the Founding Fathers. The United States was never intended by the Founding Fathers to be multi-racial, or multi-cultural, or diverse. It was intended to be a national expression of what was viewed at the time as the Manifest Destiny of the white race. This is made abundantly clear by contemporary documents from the time of the Founding Fathers, in the writings of men such as Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, and Benjamin Franklin. Indeed, the only references to non-whites in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were in passing, where Indians are referred to as enemies of the colonists and where for census and apportionment purposes, blacks were considered to be three-fifths of a man. 

3. The present government of the United States of America has become irredeemably corrupt, and its continuation in power is antithetical to the pursuit of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The United States has become tyrannical, poisonous, and deeply repulsive to every concept of human decency. America today is riddled with crime, corruption, poverty, sexual perversion, unemployment, ill health, mistreatment of the elderly, the destruction of the national infrastructure, a dysfunctional educational system, and national malaise and demoralization. America today has been bankrupted and morally poisoned by a series of foreign wars fought on behalf of the Jewish people which are in fact counter to America’s interests, wars which have been as pointless as they were immoral. These problems simply did not exist to any significant degree in the past, when the white man was in charge. 

4. It is clear beyond any debate, that modifying the racial composition of America away from the dominant white society that it was as it rose to power, towards a mixed, racially diverse society, has been catastrophic, an unmitigated disaster. Diversity does not impart strength; it creates weakness, division, chaos, corruption, and deep social sickness. Diversity has ruined America. Even if all races were exactly the same, if there were no differences whatsoever, the fact that whites created America as we know it today means that we now have the right to demand that at least a portion of what we have created be set aside for our exclusive use. We did not create this great and wealthy country just to hand it over to an endless flow of mud-colored immigrants who have done nothing to earn what we have made, and who do not belong here at all. 

5. For the past century, all peaceful attempts to alter and reverse the racial and social policies of the United States have failed. Petitions have been ignored. The electoral and political process has been undermined and corrupted, and turned into a weapon of genocide against America’s white inhabitants. The judiciary has become an instrument of racial and social tyranny. The United States has persistently refused to respond to all peaceful and legal efforts at reform. All peaceful and legal avenues of redress having failed or been closed off, it is therefore not only the moral right, but the profound duty, of all Americans of European descent to take up arms against the United States and apply such force and coercion as may be necessary to compel the government of the United States to change its wicked and destructive behavior, and to punish those who are responsible for such behavior. 

6. Based upon the extensive history of the black and mestizo races, it is clear that they are not capable of creating or maintaining an advanced society. It was not Africans who invented such things as the wheel and gunpowder, forged steel, domesticated the horse, sailed the world on voyages of exploration and conquest, invented aviation and charted the mysteries of the human body. It was Europeans. Third World immigration eventually means a Third World country. Racial integration and diversity is like mixing horse manure and ice cream. It does wonders for the manure, but it doesn’t do much at all for the ice cream. 

7. The loathsome perversion of homosexuality is absolutely unacceptable in any civilized society. It must be exterminated with fire and sword. This is not something that is subject to debate or argument. It is something that decent men simply do. 

8. The unspeakable practice of infanticide by abortion is absolutely unacceptable in any civilized society. It must be brought to a halt immediately, and those who are guilty of trafficking in or profiting by this horror must be tried and punished for premeditated murder. This is not something that is subject to debate or argument. It is something that decent men simply do. 

9. The moral perversion known as feminism is destructive of the family, which is the basic building block of society, because it teaches the false idea that men and women are somehow competitors and enemies, and that the bearing and rearing of white children is somehow shameful. No more pernicious, poisonous and humanly destructive lie can be imagined. There must be an immediate return to sanity and the nuclear family headed by a married couple, husband and wife, as the basic building block of society. 

10. There must be a final solution to the Jewish question. 

11. The number of whites, as a percentage of world population, is now down into the single digits and falling fast. There can be no doubt that the white race is in danger of literal, physical extinction. All of the White nations on earth are now accepting large numbers of nonwhite immigrants. The only one of the three major races of earth that is in real danger of extinction is the white race. It is absolutely essential that the white race acquire a Homeland of its own, some place on earth where white children can be born and raised in physical and spiritual safety, and where our numbers may be restored and the threat of racial extinction overcome. 

12. History, economics, demographics, geography, and moral justice dictate that this worldwide Homeland for all the Aryan peoples of the world be established in the Pacific Northwest, the land which is hallowed with the blood of martyrs such as Sam and Vicky Weaver, Bob Mathews, Pastor Richard Butler, the Singer family, and now all of the comrades of the Northwest Volunteer Army who have perished during the past five years of armed struggle. While the Northwest Volunteer Army recognizes that we lack the power to overthrow that government completely and to take back our country in its entirety, for the sake of not only our own race but all of humanity, it is essential that the United States and the ruling élite which now controls the United States be clearly defeated in the eyes of the world, and that at least some portion of the North American continent be detached from Federal control and returned to the original white people who created the world as we know it. The coming conference at Longview will have one of two results, either the establishment of the Northwest Republic, or else a return to combat operations against the United States government on the part of the NVA. There is no third alternative.

Monday, May 07, 2018

The Frank Collin Incident

[This is an excerpt from A Brief History of the White Nationalist Movement in America, published circa 2007, if memory serves. - HAC]

In 1979 a man named Francis Joseph Collin was head of the National Socialist Party of America based in Chicago. The NSPA was one of only two significant spin-offs from Koehl’s NSWPP that survived much beyond their first year, the second being Allen Vincent’s National Socialist White Worker’s Party. Vincent, a hopeless alcoholic, remained mired in Rockwell’s Phase One until he finally sank out of sight in a sea of whole grain in the early 1980s, and died in obscurity in the late 90s.

Frank Collin had a lot of strong points, in that he was energetic and dynamic and personally fearless, but it was obvious to anyone who attempted to work with him that he also had a lot of personal and leadership problems. His first Deputy Leader, Richard Tedor, eventually resigned, and in 1978 his position was taken by North Carolina NSPA unit leader Harold Covington. (Among other duties Covington became membership secretary and in that capacity signed would-be presidential assassin John Hinckley’s NSPA membership card.) But at the end of the day, the fact remained that other than the loathsome Matt Koehl, Collin was the only other NS game in town for the “orthodox Nazi” set who still wanted to wear the costume. Years later, Covington would write: “Bear in mind this was when we were all wearing the costume and pretending it was the 1930s in Europe, myself included. We had a sense of history and destiny which, as misplaced as it was, I would give a lot to recover.”

In the autumn of 1979, an NSPA member named Mike Whalen discovered incontrovertible proof that Collin was buggering little boys in the Nazi headquarters building in Marquette Park and elsewhere. This consisted of sexually-oriented photographs of young boys in various poses which were taken in Collin’s room at the headquarters, including some with the children posing with headquarters firearms. Whalen notified Covington who in turn notified a group of other Party officers such as Gerhard Lauck, Richard Tedor, and Ray Zidarich. The Chicago comrades conducted a thorough search of the HQ building in Collin’s absence and eventually accumulated a mass of evidence including more photos and cassette tapes (Collin actually recorded his perversions, if you can believe that, this being before the days of videocams and digital cell phones.) This evidence was kept in something called “the dirt box.”

An informal group was convened to consider what to do, rather similar to the medieval Fehmegericht. The conspirators acquired the means physically to eject Collin from the Party and the headquarters because Covington spent the last of his wealthy family inheritance to buy the building out from under Collin from the bank that held the mortgage note. (Collin hadn’t paid the mortgage in months, apparently spending more and more NSPA funds on his debaucheries, and the Party was facing foreclosure before Covington stepped in.) It should be recalled that this was in the days before “Movement modernization” and the present attitude of “don’t ask, don’t tell,” a time when homosexuality and paedophilia was still unacceptable among old-fashioned White Nationalists. Nick Griffin, Martin Webster, Pym Fortuyn, “Frances” Spivak, and the time when Kevin Alfred Strom would be defended by dozens of people on Stormfront and VNN were still decades in the future.

The choices confronting Covington and his men boiled down to two, to quote a document of the time directly: “kill the son of a bitch or turn him in to the police.” Covington vetoed the death penalty because, despite a surfeit of volunteers for the job, he knew that the White Nationalist Movement simply is not yet capable of carrying out an execution with sufficient competence to keep it from blowing up in our faces. So they turned Collin in to the police, along with the evidence in the “dirt box,” and he ended up doing seven years in Joliet and Menard for homosexual child molestation, to which he pleaded guilty.

As an aside, it should be noted that this is the only occasion in recorded Movement history when the Movement itself has successfully cleaned its own house, and dealt firmly and decisively with revolting misbehavior on the part of a so-called “Great White Leader,” and the Movement has never forgiven Harold Covington for it. One of the reasons Covington seems to be so feared and reviled by the Movement’s bogus “leadership” is that he has the rep of having taken down several fairly big Movement fish for their misbehavior, including Frank Collin and Benny Klassen, whom he allegedly drove to suicide with his acid-tongued articles and commentaries. Not to mention his Movement stock rising precipitately when it turned out that Covington alone correctly sounded the warning on the loathsome Kevin Alfred Strom years ago, kind of like Babe Ruth calling his shots. Movement “leaders” hate and fear Covington, because they have so many skeletons in their closet, and Covington tends to set all those skeletons dancing out of the closet like some kind of weird Pied Piper of the Movement.

Frank Collin did his time in Joliet, got out, went to live with his parents in Olympia Fields, Illinois. Using the name of Frank Joseph, he formed some sort of weird nut cult revolving around Atlantis which presumably involves Klassen-esque rituals with little boys. He also used to spend a lot of time making heckling phone calls to a short-wave evangelist in South Carolina calling himself Brother Stair.

Nowadays, of course, what with “modernization” and the Movement’s apparent abandonment of any ethical principles whatsoever, a guilty plea to child molestation would mean nothing. It is always possible that Frank Collin could even yet attempt a Glenn Miller-like resurrection in the Movement--and do so successfully, if Miller’s reception on VNN is any guide.

Thursday, May 03, 2018

We Nust Never Abandon the Coast

This article is a wee bit more important than my usual monthly rave, so please give it more than the usual skim. I’m laying out a very important point for the survival and success of the Northwest independence movement here.

[Section of printed original redacted]

But there is one long-term strategic aspect of this that I’ve been under increasing pressure from other sources to articulate for some time now. To be honest, this is a can I had hoped to continue kicking down the road for a while longer, because I sense this issue will generate all kinds of impotent sound and fury and “debate” within our wee little Movement. We will wave our wee fisties in the air, as we jump and shout and kick at the slats of our playpens, before finally crying ourselves out and curling up in the fetal position with our thumbs in our mouths and falling asleep, having decided nothing and changed nothing, while all around us the grownups continue to prepare our murder. We’re Whiteboys, and it’s what we do.

One of you guys’ favorite pastimes is to have old Hurrold gaze into the crystal ball. “Tell us a story, daddy! Tell us how it will be in the great Northwest paradise that someday over the rainbow will magically come into being, without any of us ever having to incur any personal risk or inconvenience!” Well, this is a story that doesn’t have a happy ending, and it’s a true story, one that I have lived.

Death Of A Nation

I’ll tell you the story of a magic land long ago that was the jewel of Africa. It was called Rhodesia, and the Jews and the kaffirs murdered it. They drenched the soil of that land in the blood of its strong young men and beautiful young women, and now cannibal apes shamble through the ruins, screeching and mumbling and gnawing at the bones of that land of hope and glory.

There are many reasons why Rhodesia died, almost all of them having to do with the gradual corruption and weakening of the White man’s character over decades of struggle, not just in Rhodesia itself but in neighboring South Africa, which was in fact more important. Because, you see, Rhodesia was land-locked. It had no coastline. That meant that all contact with the outside world had to enter and leave the country through territory that the Rhodesians did not control, and were not strong enough to force their way into and hold.

This meant that beginning with independence in 1965, the country was dependent on two rail lines; one coming up from Lourenço Marques on the coast of the Portuguese colony of Mozambique, and another coming up from South Africa through the border town of Beitbridge. Lourenço Marques was even close enough by rail so that Rhodesian families once could take seaside vacations and play on a beach and eat seafood there, much more cheaply than in Durban.

To a lesser degree, the country was dependent on air transport originating from Portugal and South Africa. For example, TAP and South African Airways were the only international carriers that stopped at Salisbury or Bulawayo. If you wanted to fly direct to Rhodesia you took those two airlines only, or else you flew to Johannesburg or Lisbon and changed there. So long as those two countries were friendly to Rhodesia and allowed the rebel nation economic and travel access to the outside world, everything was great.

In 1974 the Portuguese government was overthrown in a left-wing military coup, and within months Mozambique was handed over to the Marxist Frelimo organization of a typical brutal African dictator named Samora Machel. Within months, not only was all Rhodesian contact with the outside world through Portuguese East Africa lost, but the country became actively hostile, sheltering Robert Mugabe’s savage killers and allowing them to launch attacks from Mozambican territory, thus stretching Rhodesia’s slender military resources along more hundreds of miles of border. (Machel was killed in a plane crash in 1986, either due to his incompetent black pilot or because he was assassinated by the kaffir who succeeded him, another Marxist thug named Chissano.)

“Ah well, that’s okay,” we thought at the time. “We still have good old White South Africa! The Jaapies understand, they’re like us, White men in a black sea, they know what kaffir rule would mean better than anyone!” But Jaapie wasn’t the problem. The problem was a South African government that over a period of years had become utterly corrupt. It began in 1966 with the mysterious murder of Dr. Hendrik Verwoerd on the floor of the South African Parliament by a “lone drifter.” (Sound familiar?) By the mid-1970s South Africa’s ruling élite consisted of Oppenheimer employees. (Gross oversimplification here, but I think you all get the idea.)

Then in late 1974 the SAP (South African Police) pulled out of Rhodesia, stretching the country’s available resources to the limit. That made my youthful spidey sense tingle, although everybody put a brave face on it. I left the country in 1976, me and some my fellow Americans deported on the personal orders of Ian Smith I’m told, which also should have been an indicator that something was brewing which did not allow for any genuine White opposition.

By 1979 the betrayal was complete; I understand when South Africa finally cut off all re-supply to the country, Rhodesia had only three days’ supply of petrol and ammunition left before they surrendered at Lancaster House. Ian Smith cut a deal that allowed him to keep his personal farm and his cattle—one which, surprisingly, “Comrade Bob” Mugabe actually kept until Smith died in 2007. By then Rhodesia was gone and the White population down to a few thousand people with no place to run to; By now I understand there just aren’t any Whites there, other than foreigners working for large corporations. Rhodesia died because she was betrayed by corrupt and evil White men, yes, strangled to death, but that occurred because of geography. In the literal sense, Rhodesia died because she was land-locked and dependent on access to the outside world through hostile territory.

That must not happen on this continent.

The Homeland MUST Have A Coastline

One of the more quietly insidious cultural attitudes that has set in over the past generation is this weird and repugnant idea that somehow only left-wing liberals and retired baby boomers get to live with sight and sound of the ocean, and that political views have some kind of geographic aspect that has become set in stone, to the point where we have to adjust our perception and our tactics to a perspective that has some kind of objective form. It doesn’t. It is true that for certain specific and quantifiable reasons which I can’t get into here in only six pages, there are concentrations of liberals on both coasts. That doesn’t mean that there’s some mystical, magical power in the sea breeze that turns normal people into Rachel Maddow, and that therefore we must flee from the horrible lefty seacoast and hide ourselves away in the deep woods. This is a common pathology among White nationalists, roughly equivalent to liberal snowflakes in universities seeking “safe spaces.”

The White Homeland (or ethnostate, if you prefer) will not simply come into existence through some mystical epiphany, and then we’ll all spend the rest of our days in some weird Brady Bunch universe, living happily ever after among the bobbi sox and the backyard barbecues. The Homeland will come into being via a process of violent conflict, amid a shattering series of events. If we are lucky, that process will resemble what happened when the Soviet Union collapsed, with the different sections of North America breaking up and breaking off into separate ethnic and cultural nations, but maintaining at least some structure, cohesion, and order.

But there is every chance we won’t be lucky, especially when it comes time for the White man to step up and claim his portion of the pie. It is dead certain there will be a good deal of disorder and bloody violence, if only when the time comes for those of us who assume the reins of state power in our new nation to persuade the many, many undesirables that they would really be much happier in California.

This could range anywhere from the quasi-I.R.A. style paramilitary guerrilla campaign I describe in my Northwest novels, all the way down to outright Mad Max Road Warrior chaos. Much will depend on how much of the old United States is left intact when the dust settles, into whose hands that remaining United States government falls (I think we can guess), and the reaction of the world’s remaining serious powers, Russia and China and possibly a few lesser players like India, Japan, and whatever may be left of now-Asian Canada and the now-Muslim EU.

For reasons that should be obvious, Russia will have to serve as South Africa to our Rhodesia, at least until we can build up our industrial and food production to the point of self-sufficiency, what is know as an autarkic or self-contained economy. That means that we will need to maintain communications and the movement of goods and personnel with the rest of the world, or at least with Big Bear. This necessity will probably be present in our national life for some years after independence. Not to mention the fact that even in our wide and spacious Homeland (and it must be wide and spacious, with plenty of room to grow)—in that wide and spacious land White people need beaches, where they can take their children to see the vast ocean and shovel sand into castles which are washed away by the tide. Those children must know that there is nowhere in the world they cannot go. It is we who dictate that to the other races.

That means direct access via the Pacific Ocean, which is a fairly short hop from Vladivostok. It means that the Homeland must be in the Northwest, not one or more battered little enclaves, maybe Delaware-sized if we’re lucky, hunkered in the interior of the North American continent, cut off from the rest of the world.

Shakey enclaves, short of everything and unable to import anything other than through Freedom’s Sons-style smuggling. (Rhodesia had smuggling as well; it wasn’t enough. A whole nation can’t live on it.) Surrounded by Aztlan on the southwest and New Africa on the southeast, with crumbling negroid and Muslim metropoli throughout the Midwest serving as breeding grounds for hordes of savages, Rachel Maddowland on the northeast, and whatever remains of the régime in Washington D.C. in the hands of some Hillary or Obama clone president who has been driven insane with hatred and wants every male being on the continent with a White skin dead.

As violent and bloody as the ethnostate’s struggle to be born will almost certainly be, the obstacles that she will face merely to survive the first few years of her existence will be almost insurmountable. It may well be that without more or less unfettered access to the outside world, they cannot be surmounted. We need to understand that as difficult as it will be somehow to persuade the pale Whiteboys who now cower in Mom’s basement playing with electronic devices to stand erect and be men again, the really hard and crucial times will come in the first years after independence.

And for the record, let me remind you: yes, I practice what I preach. When I was driven from my own “old country” of North Carolina in 1998, through That Of Which The Judge Has Forbidden Me To Speak, I went to Texas, where owing to a peculiarity of the law I could have remained permanently, had I so desired. And frankly, I really liked Texas. I would have liked to remain there, still in the South, permanently. In 2002 I gave up the South voluntarily and came here to the Northwest, because I realized that here was the land we must have in order to fulfill our racial destiny. I’m not asking you to do anything I haven’t done myself. 

Yes, I know it’s hard. Bitterly hard. But it has to be done. Now do it. The death sentence of a man used to read “ye shall be taken to the place of execution and there hanged by the neck until ye be dead.” The death sentence of a race may well read: “Shut up, Hurrold, ah ain’t movin’ nowhere!”