Tuesday, July 10, 2018

HAC Twitter Account Suspended


This is the tweet for which my Twitter account was finally suspended.

Harold Covington
@HACNorthwest


It is better for White people to die on their feet rather than live on their knees. I seem to be pretty much alone in that opinion. Most of you seem quite comfortable on your knees, with no real desire to change anything.

Friday, July 06, 2018

Bringing Our Sisters Home


[From NF Bulletin #18, July 2018]

If I had to pick the absolute worst thing that political correctness has done to us, I would say that would be the way it has driven a now almost insurmountable wedge between men and women. On several occasions in the recent past, I’ve expressed my concern about the growing level of hatred, contempt, and anger which has arisen between men and women involved in the so-called “alt.right.” Yeah, yeah, I know we’re not alt.right, and I know there is something called alt.lite with all kinds of hair-splitting and discussion of various kinds of people who should not be among us at all, but let’s just take all the usual disclaimers as read, please. This isn’t about the alt.right.

Nowhere else is the genocidal and anti-human nature of left-wing political correctness more apparent than in the division it has erected between the sexes. Nothing else has caused more suffering, anguish, disruption to civilization or loss to the world’s White gene pool than the creation of a society where men and women view one another as adversaries and competitors, instead of partners. The instigation and propagation of this hatred between men and women is the Beast’s greatest success story, possibly in the long run a greater victory for the Darkness than Zionism, Marxism, or both world wars.

Nothing serves the Beast’s ultimate agenda of population replacement and White genocide more efficiently. When men and women hate one another, the number of babies born drops like a stone, and we get closer and closer to that point of no return where our racial extinction becomes inevitable. White men are becoming increasingly embittered and misogynist, and White women increasingly feminist, misandrist, and hypergamic, that is to say only marrying up, seeking mates based only on superior social status, wealth and material goods. Hypergamy leads to serious damage to the gene pool and a plunge in White births.

The level of conflict and hatred between the genders has reached the point where there are well-populated internet tendencies such as MGTOW, (Men Going Their Own Way), the incel movement, and the so-called manosphere. Women display their own animus toward men of their own race by simply withdrawing, and having nothing to do with us, basically going off into a corner and bitching about men to one another. In some cases White women have gone over completely to feminism, perversion and political correctness, although not as many as it sometimes appears, I think. I suspect that if honestly offered the old deal, from an honest and decent man with a real trade or profession who looks and comports himself like a man and not an overgrown child, then most women would jump at it.

Let me make clear that I am not only referring to a small group of internet cultists here, which is essentially what White nationalism is right now. I’m referring to men and women as a whole, the remaining portion of the world’s Caucasian population throughout the Western world which has at least the potential to recover themselves morally and socially, and to return to some form of sanity and productive life. That is—big if—if our wee little Movement can ever get our act together, and we can purge the politically correct toxins from our moral and social systems.

We’ve always had this problem; gender representation in all forms of White right or racial dissident movements has always been badly lopsided. Generally speaking, right wing and racial groups, or I should say audiences, since we’re all internet now and there are no more real world organizations consisting of actual human bodies, anyway, our audiences have a membership which is about 95% male; of which probably about 60% of that audience is over the age of 50, which is I think a little bit better than it used to be, and maybe 80% of our audience is over the age of 30.  In other words, like all dissident movements, we attract the very people who are most seriously affected by the crisis on a personal level, and who have been personally sodomized by America. I won’t get into the whole yadda yadda about boomers this and Millennials that, we’re not talking about that here, we’re discussing the entire White population of the world, of both genders.

After we lost the last of our buildings back in the early 90s, we used to hold meetings in rented motel banquet rooms. Some guy would take a photo of the speaker for the newspaper or the newsletter from the rear of the room, and all you saw was the backs of grey heads, with the few women present having blue hair. Not a body under 55 in the whole room. The internet has changed that, at least. I will say that there has been some marked improvement in the age level of the White nationalist and separatist audience over the past few years. We’re getting some women now although not anywhere near what we should be, even some of child-bearing age, which never used to happen. Young White men and women are being damaged more and more by political correctness, especially when it comes to college admission and to being able to get a meaningful degree that will actually let a young person earn a living, in an environment which is no longer physically or politically safe for young people of our skin color. I know a lot of young White men are coming to us now because of the way they have been personally victimized, unfortunately by White women in many cases.

Let me make clear just what I’m driving at here. In the past I’ve said that there are some problems which our movement should not even attempt to solve, until such time as we have full state power in a land of our own, but the problem of misogyny and hatred between the genders is not one of them. I believe this issue is so crucial to our racial survival that even in our present discombobulated state, we need to begin making an effort to resolve this situation now.

We have to start re-building bridges between ourselves and our sisters. I’ve said that I wish it was possible to sit down across a negotiating table from some kind of women’s delegation with the authority to speak for and commit Western women to some kind of treaty or social compact, that would involve our sisters deserting the enemy camp and returning to our side where they belong, on the quid pro quo that we men would in turn grow our asses up, cultivate a work ethic, and stop acting like perpetual adolescents in an American Pie movie. And stop doing a lot of other really nasty things that women have every right to complain about.


                                       Vive La Différence!

In the 1890s France was considering giving women the vote, and some famous French feminist whose name I can’t recall was given the honor, unique for a woman at that time, of addressing the National Assembly in full session. All male of course. They sat there attired in their full formal dress suits with the cravats and the white gloves and the spats, wide shoulder sashes, decorations, top hats and other such 1890s politicians’ fripperies. All very French. The lady was up on the podium haranguing them with her feminist rap, which was listened to in polite silence. She concluded her speech with “Really, monsieurs, you must acknowledge that when one comes right down to it, there is very little difference between men and women.” At this remark, the entire French Chamber of Deputies spontaneously rose to its feet as one man, and shouted out “Vive la différence!”

Men and women are different. Not inherently inferior or superior to one another, just different. To say that one sex is in any way inferior or superior to another is like saying that apples are inferior to oranges or vice versa. They are two different fruits; the idea of them being equal or unequal to one another isn’t a real thing.

The differences between men and women are about 20% environmental and psychological, that 20% being subject to a certain limited degree of possible manipulation and alteration, but by no means as much so as feminists would like to have us believe. That’s the part we both need to work on. Beyond that, gender differences are 80% genetic, biological, structural, and biochemical. It’s therefore pointless and absurd to try and create in men and women two “equal” humanoid organisms. It can’t be done, and it is clearly the intention of Nature that it not be done.

Men, on the whole, are physically larger and stronger than women. There are evolutionary reasons for that having to do with the biological functions for which both genders were designed by Nature, or God if you will. Yes, there are individual exceptions, more so in today’s politically correct culture as White males degenerate into Dilbert-esque cubicle rats and Mom’s basement dwellers, and women become more masculine in character, which seems to somewhat augment their physical size. But in more or less organic, non-politically correct societies of all races, men are always larger and stronger. 


As an aside, one of the most sinister developments in recent years have been several statistical surveys and studies indicating that sedentary American White males are actually losing their virility in the physical as well as the moral sense; White sperm counts have been dropping for almost twenty years. We are becoming less than men in every sense.

Nature through millions of years of evolution has given human men and women a natural division of labor, one which cannot be repealed by feminism or affirmative action. This natural division of labor can’t be changed by mentally disturbed women running around naked and screaming in public, which is apparently the latest feminist thing. It can’t be changed by anything, it’s hard-wired into all of us by whoever or whatever brought us to be.

That natural division is simple: the man with his strength and propensity for violence provides the food, the shelter, and the protection from enemies for the family unit. The woman bears and raises the children. This is how human beings are supposed to live; indeed, the only way they can live past a couple of confused and chaotic generations of the kind we are experiencing now. It is innate. It is biological. It cannot be changed, and any attempt to tamper with it produces disaster and destruction, as we are now learning in Obama’s America, the house that Barry and Hillary built, and which we are learning cannot be dismantled quickly even by a duly elected President of the United States.


No baby creatures are more helpless than human infants. Snakes and alligators are self-sufficient from the time they hatch, birds and kittens and puppies are up and functioning and providing their own food in a matter of weeks. Human babies must be fed initially by a mother’s milk for a period of months, and then on specially treated and prepared food for another year or so. They cannot defend themselves or escape from an enemy unaided. Children cannot really live on their own with any hope of survival for the first ten or eleven years of life.

The whole “traditional nuclear family” so hated and railed at by liberals and feminists is an institution ordained by God/gods/Nature/The Force/the Great Pumpkin or whatever to make sure that the human species continues to exist. The primary purpose of the man-woman relationship is to produce children and care for them until they are adult enough to fend for themselves. The emotional and cultural side benefits to marriage are valuable and have produced our whole civilization, but they are in fact incidental by-products of the central process of continuing the human species. The father and the mother are not the most vital part of the picture, although they are essential: the children are.

Primitive non-White societies in Africa and the Third World still follow this pattern, in many cases increasing their fecundity through polygamy. In Western cultures, for the most part, men and women have generally mated for life down through the years; there are some records of polygamy in ancient Aryan cultures but not as many as elsewhere. The ancient Norse and Germans practiced it, but gave it up about the turn of the last millennium. For good or for ill, once the White race became Christianized, polygamy vanished, except for odd minor exceptions like the Mormons for about 50 years.

Men and women are two halves of a whole. Neither can or should exist without the other. The idea of two halves of the same organism competing with one another, dominating one another, or existing in enmity with one another is an obvious recipe for destruction. This is why the Beast promotes the idea that men and women are some kind of natural enemies, as it promotes any and all things which are destructive and poisonous and breed confusion and unhappiness among our people. The Beast hates us, and want us all dead, and it uses every weapon to bring this about, including feminism.

Homosexuality is a loathsome perversion. It is absolutely and utterly wrong, because it denies the natural division of labor between man and woman and because it precludes the production of children. The instinctive loathing that the overwhelming majority of normal people feel even today for faggots and dykes is an inner recognition on the part of our genetic makeup (or souls, if you are Christian) that what is going on is unnatural and counter-survival (or sinful).


This is why politically correct brainwashing and social engineering, relatively successful in obtaining a grudging acceptance of mud people as equals, seems largely to have floundered when trying mentally and emotionally to coerce people into accepting the open practice of sodomy. This is especially true when it involves a sodomitic threat to children: Whites are still capable of anger and action when the local school board tries to bring in Heather Has Two Mommies, about the only thing left they will react to. Millions of years of genetic codes triggering biological survival behavior cannot be overwritten by fifty years of Hollywood propaganda or suppressed by hate speech laws.

In order for us to recover the peace, the happiness, the stability and the strength we once had, White people must seek to re-create a world based on natural order, and that most specifically includes a return to what are referred to as traditional family values, with the gainfully employed father as the head of the family and the full-time mother and homemaker as the family’s heart. This does not in any way involve enslaving women; in the very real sense it liberates them from feminism and Judaic values and the true slavery of the marketplace. The women of the future will have a freedom which they have all but lost today—the freedom to be real women.

What feminists want, claim, or advocate is not relevant to anything in the real world. They more than liberals as a whole are doomed to eventual defeat and disappointment, however much they may have achieved a very temporary and very slight, superficial success in the English speaking world. Feminism is essentially a form of sexual perversion, because it distorts what is natural in the sexual roles of men and women. Feminism, like integration and all forms of liberalism, can only be imposed on both men and women at the point of a gun, literally or economically.

Remove the force of the Beast’s law and the economic necessity for women to work simply to make ends meet, and feminism will die, and die quickly. Within a generation it will be nothing more than a bad memory.

If Donald Trump Pardons Me


by Bill White


I was sitting around yesterday when the same fellow who has spent the past few days asking people if they want to escape came up, and asked me what country I would flee to if Donald Trump were to release me from prison. In a normal prison, this kind of conversation only comes up when someone is being paid by the prison administration to set you up for additional crimes. In the CMU, this kind of conversation occurs repeatedly, every day, all day long, in various forms from people too mentally ill to understand that they shouldn't be having it, yet too timid to be any real threat.

Still, though, the question of what I will do if Donald Trump pardons me is a good question. I was thinking about it just the night before.  If I'm released from prison because of a grant of clemency from Donald Trump, the situation will be a very different one that if I obtain my release by fighting it out through the courts.  The former would be a sign that honest and decent people have finally, for the first time in my 41 years of life, obtained control of the government. The latter would be a sign that the Deep State continues to reign, despite the best efforts of Donald Trump to overturn it.

The first, obvious thing is that there would be no need to leave the country, as Donald Trump is in charge of the country, and, he has my back.  The bigger question would be whether or not there was some way I could serve Donald Trump's government -- not the treacherous FBI or Department of Justice, but the honest portion of the government that Donald Trump controls.  If Trump wanted my services for something (he obviously doesn't need my money)  he would only have to ask, and he would have it.  That would take priority over anything else.  There is nothing that I would like to do more than act as a political commissar for Trump and start purging traitors out of his DOJ, FBI, and federal judiciary;  however, I don't expect to be given that wonderful opportunity.

Assuming that Trump doesn't want anything, the least that I would owe him is to not commit any crimes while he continued in office.  Now, what constitutes a crime under Trump would remain as unclear as what constituted a crime under Obama.  Under the O-man any opposition to globalist extremist terrorism was punished.  President Trump is still struggling for control of the legal system.  But, I would obviously avoid doing obviously improper things, at least during Trump's continuance in office.

There would also be the question of whether or not I would be on supervised release.  I don't know how this is being handled.  If I were on such release, it would be a minor nuisance, as it was before, but it would not worry me. My goal would be to complete the release and obtain a full pardon before Trump leaves office (as I do not believe that anyone else would ever give me one).

Even if I wanted to leave the United States, I would have to remain in the United States, as I have multiple lawsuits pending against defendants in both Illinois, and, Florida.  Further, if my sentence is commuted, my habeas petitions and petitions to vacate my sentence will continue in effect, so, I will have to hang around to attend to them.  I expect, at the end of this long process, that I will extract $20-50 million dollars from a combination of the United States and the Seminole County, Florida, Sheriff's Office (though maybe Trump can make a deal with me, as he will have been so kind) and that is enough money to hang around for. Further, if paid $20-50 million dollars, that would be enough for me to forget all of the wrongs that I have suffered, and eliminate any need to extract further justice -- though I would still like to see the perpetrators themselves punished for their crimes in addition to any insurance-covered civil judgment.

Now, besides the necessities, what would I like to do with myself?  Well, first, obviously, I will get my books published, and continue working on them. I find that, no matter how far away from society I withdraw, even to a mountain top with no internet or phone service (as I lived last time I was released), I have less time to study, and, write, when not in prison then when in prison.  But two of my books are done, and I'm making great strides in getting ready for Volume III of Serpent's Blood, so my first focus upon release will be to get Volumes I and II to print.  


Overall, this may take two months. Probably not that long.  I will also have to set up a fundraising and sales operation, update my mailing lists (really, accumulate my mailing lists), and otherwise get back into business. Those two books will, with my work, probably sell 2000 copies each within about 6 months;  that will bring in $40,000, plus probably the same in donations. So, I expect such an operation will quickly fund itself.

I need to get eye surgery to correct my vision, and doing that will be a priority.  I am blind without my glasses, legally in one eye, partially in the other. This is correctable, and there is no reason that I have not corrected it other than being imprisoned.  Being able to see without glasses will be a great relief.

I will continue to practice yoga and Tai Chi.  I don't expect that much accommodation for that will be needed.  I may work to up my game in martial arts;  I also may not have time.  We'll see.

I would like to get back to Vegas for a while, and, spend some time in the Caribbean.  I don't know what the laws are in Mexico, but, I assume that they will not remember (or, really, even have very good records of) my arrest there in 2012.  A cruise would be in order, though I don't believe any vacationing is permitted while on supervised release.

I would like to see my daughter, but  I expect that her mother will make that a problem. I could probably rent my daughter from my wife, as my wife will do anything for money, but I'm not inclined to give her a dime.  I am still not legally divorced, another problem which my wife will complicate if I try to solve it.  Plus there is the fact that I do not want to see my wife or have her physically present anywhere that I am, with that extending to her fat, filthy mother and her extended family.  This will be a difficult situation.
 

It goes without saying that I will continue to do something within the world of White nationalism. What I will do is up for grabs.  One priority is getting published everything that I know about the FBI's infiltration and control of White nationalism, an act which will cause a harpy-like, shriek from the thousands of federal informants that the government hiress to play "White supremacists" on TV.  

Another will be disseminating information on how the FBI and other intelligence agencies, both US and foreign, operate in order to disrupt White nationalists, and counter those operations. I anticipate this will also get the Deep State riled, though they will soon have to worry more about with the war Trump is starting to wage against them. Then there will be the constant hunt for people who are legitimately trying to better the lot of White working people, sifting the haystack, looking for the needle and trying to nurture it and help it grow.

Obviously, I do not anticipate joining any established White nationalist group.  There are certain white nationalist projects out there, like the American Free Press, Barnes Review, First Freedom, White Christmas Drive, and, the like, that I expect I will continue to try to network, and, assist.  And, there are certain white nationalist people that I would like to meet, and, see if I can assist -- though I expect them to be, as most are, distrustful, and, willing to hurl paranoia at me, while simultaneously being sidled up to by federal agents, and, their tools.  But, I do not anticipate, say, going on CNN;  even after my last release I refused to speak to any Judaeo-occult media.  The media that I did get last time, like the false allegation in the Roanoke Times that I had attacked a protestor at a Confederate flag rally, was all fake news.  However, this does not mean that people will not start taking pictures of every short, fat, bald guy and claiming based upon their mistaken impressions that it is me.

So, in other words, if Donald Trump pardons me a very different situation than if I obtain release on my own, I anticipate continuing to do much as I do in prison, which is what I was doing pretty much before my arrest. With Donald Trump letting the FBI and DOJ know that they are not allowed to persecute me, frame me, try to murder me, or otherwise misbehave themselves, I expect that the kind of criminal activities these groups directed against White nationalists during the reign of black Communist Barack Obama will cease, and that America will be a place that I can live in peace, at least while Donald Trump holds the Presidency. This will be a time that I will use, as other White nationalists should be using it, to regroup, rebuild, and prepare for the next chaotic swing in this country's political system.  


My hope is that the gains White people are making under Donald Trump can be fortified, and the intelligence agencies, and Deep State trimmed back and brought under control.  If I can play a role in doing that, I will; if not, I will take my $20-$50 million dollars when it comes, buy a Caribbean island, and go into retirement until a time when I am needed.

Sunday, July 01, 2018

Radio Free Northwest - July 5th 2018


http://northwestfront.org/2018/07/radio-free-northwest-july-5th-2018/

Andy, Gretchen, Trucker, and Rico speak out. HAC on misogyny and a reminder: you’re coming Northwest to find a Homeland, not to meet Harold. Really.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Radio Free Northwest - June 28th, 2018


http://northwestfront.org/2018/06/radio-free-northwest-june-28th-2018/ 

Guy from Sweden, guy from California, HAC on explaining what the Party is doing without actually revealing any pertinent information, double Trucker, HAC’s last outside interview from two years ago. 

Link to HAC Classics site: http://www.hacovington.blogspot.com

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?

Erik


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!

-HAC

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 degree...you 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 Northwest...how, 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!”

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Thee Alternate Plans That Won't Work



[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?