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April 22, 2010 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the pikes will stay together by the rising of the moon.
Then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be?
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and me.
One word roar for signal, token, whistle up and arching tune.
For your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warming light.
One word passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand flames were flashing at the rising of the moon.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's April the 22nd, 2010.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Radio Free Northwest.
I'm going to open our show this week with something a little different.
It's for the benefit of all the FBI agents and other assorted cops and spies and spooks listening to these podcasts.
I know you're all waiting for me to say something that by some wild stretch of the imagination you people can twist into some kind of threat against the one or something else you can use to lock me away because my mind isn't under control anymore like a good goy.
But I'm going to save you guys some effort.
I'm going to make this real easy for you.
It's very unusual for someone to announce in advance when he's about to commit a crime, but I'm going to do just that.
If you guys in the silk suits can just hold your horses and give me another year or so, or however long it takes for this new Obamacare law to kick in, then you'll have me nailed dead to rights.
You won't have to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on informers and fancy electronic surveillance equipment and thousands of man-hours on fabricating a bogus conspiracy case against me.
Because when Obamacare does go into effect, I'm going to be a criminal.
No joke.
You see, I'm not going to be buying mandatory health insurance, and it's not just because I don't believe in it or because I think Obama is a stupid nigger who was elected by massive vote fraud and who can't even string a few sentences together without his teleprompter.
Which he is, of course.
I used to laugh at guys like Jesse James and John Dillinger who claimed that they were driven to a life of crime and forced into breaking the law and becoming a criminal, but now I know, yes, it can happen because it's going to happen to me.
I'd like to be able to tell you that this is some kind of grand and glorious gesture of defiance on my part against a corrupt and illegal regime, but I can't.
The thing is, I'm kind of making a virtue out of necessity here.
I can't buy Obama's health insurance.
I haven't actually seen any solid quotes on what it would cost me to do so, but the closest estimate I've seen for a white male of my age and with all my pre-existing conditions is something on the order of $1,500 a month, and that's simply out of the question.
That would work out to about $18,000 a year, and that's more than I even make.
As bad as my health is and as hard as it is for me to pay for it, I still don't pay anywhere near that much now for all my meds and my trips to the quack.
And I could probably even pay for my tests as well if I had enough money to afford Obamacare at that cost.
So like I said, guys, if you can just show a little patience and wait for a year or however long it takes for Obamacare actually to go into effect, you can come and snap the cuffs on me.
That way, you don't have to go all the time and effort to hire some informer at $50,000 per year like he paid the guy you sicked on Matt Hale so he can come up with some outlandish story about how we're all sitting around a campfire plotting to blow up a Chuck E. Cheese or some such gibberish.
I know that failure to buy mandatory medical insurance probably isn't the big glorious bust you guys have in mind for me, but hey, your hero Elliot Ness finally had to get Al Capone on income tax evasion instead of the St. Valentine's Day Massacre, right?
By the way, speaking of old FBI scandals, are you idiots finally willing to admit that it wasn't really John Dillinger, your boy Purvis gunned down outside the Biograph Theater in Chicago back in 1934, that it was really a guy named Jimmy Lawrence, and that Dillinger survived and used to send J. Edgar Hoover heckling postcards for years afterwards, which drove Hoover batty but which he never admitted?
Didn't think so.
Okay.
Next listener's email.
John from Chicago writes, Dear HAC, I've listened to your excellent Radio Free Northwest podcasts and have read samples of your inspiring novels.
I'm one of those white nationalist activists from the 90s who has been away doing other things.
Marriage, children, work, and I've done well.
We met once in Chicago in the mid-90s.
Yes, I remember, John.
I was on a stopover at Union Station and we sat outside by the Chicago River.
Anyway, getting back to John's email, I was the co-director of the Nordic Heritage and History Club in Chicago.
Our main claim to fame was creating the Missing Poster, featured a cute picture of our co-director Jarl Carlson as a two-year-old toehead.
Virtually everyone in the white nationalist movement copied our Missing Poster, which was fine.
I'd like for you to consider commenting on an essay by Yost Turner, Back to the Land, where Yost presents action of simply getting away from the system and setting up white folk communities in the mountains, northwest, wherever, other areas.
Yost's plan is to simply do it, not talk, complain, wave guns, do revolutionary fantasies with middle-aged men waving assault rifles in the air and taking videos of themselves, boasting about violent revolutions and posting the videos on YouTube, complain with personal contact information, and so forth and so on.
I would also like for you to consider commenting on the Amish in America now, what they're doing.
I have read reports that their numbers have doubled since the 1970s.
Keep the faith and let's do it.
Signed, John in Chicago.
Okay, John, I'll do my best to answer your query, although I warn you, you may not like what you hear.
I think I've gotten into this in a few previous episodes of Radio Free Northwest, but that's okay.
I'm glad to do it again.
As I've said before, a lot of these podcasts are going to consist of varied repetition of what's been said before, because there are a few serious and urgent major points that our people must come to understand and internalize.
This is one of these questions where I'm going to have to pick and choose my words very carefully, because it's vitally important that I not be perceived as denigrating or ragging on a particular individual group or point of view.
God knows I don't want to be starting any more lifelong blood feuds over a point like this, and there is enough goat dancers on the internet calling me a Jew and a black magician and an extraterrestrial and whatnot already.
But it's necessary to address this idea, which is very widespread among white nationalists, that somehow we will be allowed by the regime to withdraw from the politically correct world, that somehow we can get away with not participating in all the madness.
We can't.
It's a lovely dream, John.
It is, really.
But it ain't gonna happen for a number of reasons.
There have always been a number of diverse tendencies within the movement, if you'll pardon my use of that term, and one of them has always been the idea of some kind of unilateral separation from Zion, but without any political element, without any Second Amendment element, without any attempt to confront and wrest state power away from the people who seek to do us such harm.
I find it ironic that we in the Northwest migration are the ones who are always getting accused of running away.
This country is still big enough, and there's still enough empty land out there to where it would be theoretically possible to go off somewhere and live on our own, like the Amish do in John's example, to deliberately turn our backs on the filth and diversity and poison of the modern American world.
This is essentially what the Pioneer Little Europe, or PLA thing, is about if anyone ever were to actually do it.
The quick answer to this I can give you in two words.
Ruby Ridge.
Ask Randy Weaver how well his attempt to take himself and his family out of the world of political correctness, MTV, and Soylent Green worked out for him.
They won't let us do it, John.
It is no longer enough just to burn a pinch of incense before the altars of the false gods of political correctness and then have done with it and go on and live our lives.
Now we must dance before the altars as well, and everybody must dance.
No one can be exempt.
When the two-minute hate comes around, everybody must shout and shout loud.
For those of you who snidely respond, Well, Harold, what makes you think they'll let us all move to the Northwest and make our own country there?
My answer is, if you will read the Northwest novels, I very clearly show you what the difference is.
We have no intention of going to Zog with hats in hand and humbly pleading with them to be nice and leave us alone.
Remember the old Sicilian proverb, Don't ask for what you can't take.
Liberals and political correctness can't survive on their own.
Liberalism and all leftism is basically a power trip.
Liberals seek power over other human beings.
For our own good, of course.
In order for the liberal way to exist at all, it must have state power because the essence of liberalism is forcing other people to be good or their definition of good.
Forcing other people to be diverse and not drive large SUVs and not eat salt or McDonald's hamburgers.
Liberalism is like a big nanny who must always be stopping us little white children from doing what we want to do because it's bad for us and nanny knows best.
Take away Nanny's power by removing ourselves from her authority, and what reason does she have for existing?
If white people were to be allowed to voluntarily opt out of the system, then what reason would the system have for existing?
Even if we were to successfully exercise some kind of Amish option, so to speak, and create our own little slice of all-white paradise, eventually we would come to the notice of the authorities, and there would be FBI or some other kind of government officials on our doorsteps to fuck with us.
They could never allow such a thing to exist.
It would strike at the very heart of their power.
By the way, at this point I should mention that all of this is just theoretical in any case.
Other than a small trickle of people who are actually coming home to the Northwest, nobody's actually moving anywhere or doing any of this, so the points moot.
But, unfortunately, movement people squabble just as bitterly over moot points and obscure bits of doctrine as any Jesuit or Christian tub-thumper does.
Anyway, Zogg's approval or disapproval aside, we also run into our old nemesis here, character.
I've referred to this go-off-in-the-woods-or-take-over-some-small-town idea as PLE in previous podcasts, but okay, for the sake of John's question this time around, let's refer to it as the Amish option.
The idea, or some variation of it depending on who's talking, is that we locate and buy some cheap land way, way, way out in the boonies someplace, be it northwest or west Texas or the Appalachian Mountains or wherever.
This presupposes that there will be actual money behind the project, and that's usually where it falls down in the real world.
We'll gab about this kind of thing for years on end on the internet, but I've noticed that the checkbooks always remain firmly closed.
No one cares to lay out any actual cash that could be spent in the city on beer and consumer goods.
Yost Turner, whom I knew, did indeed make one of the few actual attempts at such a commune back in the 80s and 90s, which he called the NS Kindred is up around Nevada City, California.
But Yost actually owned some land, one of the last of us who ever did, I believe.
Land that he purchased with his life savings from working at an actual real-world job, which virtually none of us have anymore, thanks to Bush's Wall Street buddies, and which we never will have again, thanks to Obama.
That's how Pastor Butler originally bought the Hayden Lake compound as well, with real money from his retirement from a real job in aerospace back in California, but I digress.
Anyway, in theory, once someone comes up with a large amount of money and we buy a large tract of land out in Devil's Outhouse, Wyoming or wherever, then we supposedly get together a group of white people and go to this place and live on little farms like our ancestors in the pioneer days, make all our own necessities, not have any TVs in our homes, which is a good idea in any case, and we just quietly vegetate away in our little corner of white paradise while the rest of the North American continent goes to hell all around us.
Well...
Lots of luck with that, John.
For years now, I have been attempting to get white people, supposed white nationalists now, to pack the moving van and come here to the Northwest.
We're not trying to get them to move some little cabin in the woods and live by kerosene lamps at night, either.
We offer some of the most beautiful and clean cities remaining in the country.
You get here on interstate highways.
We've got nice suburban homes if you've got the money to buy them.
All the modern conveniences and comforts, including the internet and cable TV and fast food takeout if you're so inclined.
And we still can't get more than a comparative handful to pack that moving van.
Some, yeah.
More than last year, yeah.
But when you count organic migration and the potential those people have, we're actually doing better here in the Northwest than it looks at first glance.
But getting so-called white nationalists to get up off their asses and move somewhere, anywhere, Seems to be almost the very definition an impossible task.
Getting white people of any kind to move anywhere for any reason besides offering them money seems to be impossible.
Oh, sure, if you pay them, they'll come in droves.
The Libertarians haven't gotten more than a couple of dozen people to move to New Hampshire for their migration, and the Bible Thumpers apparently haven't had too much more success with their South Carolina migration.
And by the way, John, I noticed from your email that you yourself are still living in Chicago.
What's up with that?
I at least made my migration.
I'm here in the Northwest.
Guys, I'm going to lapse into television talk again, for which I suppose I should stop apologizing.
Look, I'm an American, and most of my socialization is electronic.
What can I tell you?
Anyway, some years ago, around the millennium, there was a great British TV series called 1900 House.
The British producers found an old Victorian house in a London suburb that was built around 1880 or so.
And they very carefully restored it to the condition that it had been back in 1900, 100 years before.
They even found some of the original wallpaper in the back of an old closet, and they reproduced that for the walls.
They took out the electricity, leaving only gas for light.
They installed an old coal-burning back-boiler stove in the kitchen, like I remember from Ireland, to use for both cooking and heating water for baths and washing.
There was nothing in the house that hadn't been in existence in the year 1900.
They kept the old dial telephone in the house because that was around back in the day, but everything else was completely Victorian.
Then the TV producers found a typical modern British family with a couple of video game addicted kids, and they contracted with this family to spend three months in the 1900 house so they could make the documentary with real people about how life was 100 years ago.
The family would have no TV, no CDs or electronic music, no appliances, no video or computer games for the kids, no electronics of any kind.
Neither could they have modern stuff like soap or shampoo or tampons for the women.
Or they could wear only exact reproduction Victorian clothing made to original 1900 patterns and they had to eat and cook and wash their clothes and live like Victorians.
Three months and these poor Brits damn near didn't make it.
It drove them bloody mad.
The women especially couldn't handle the clothing because there was so much of it and it was all in the original textiles, mostly wool and linen, and much heavier and more coarse than the same kind of fabrics today.
So the petticoats and bloomers and dresses and so forth were much heavier physically than we're used to today.
Not to mention the shoes and the full-leg stockings for women and long johns for the men.
You know, our ancestors often wore about 10 pounds of clothing on their bodies.
As for the housework, like trying to wash their clothes with a washboard and a tub out back with almost no hot water, forget about it.
And have you ever tried to get a rug or a carpet clean with no vacuum cleaner?
Now, the men didn't have it too much better.
One of the funniest things I've ever watched was the father of the family shaving for the first time with a straight razor and no shaving cream, just actual soap he had to lather up with a brush.
He damn near cut his own throat.
Now, getting back to the point here, closer to home, here in America, some producer saw this British show, The 1900 House, and he thought of an idea for an American version or rip-off of the same idea, except this one was going to be set in Montana during the pioneer days.
A typical Montana pioneer homestead was to be built by the selected family themselves, of course, first out of sod and then out of logs.
And this typical American family, wearing pioneer clothing of wool and leather and maybe a little cotton, was supposed to live and work and raise their own food and livestock, grow their own vegetables and hunt and kill their own meat and make their own clothes with only an open fire for heat, so forth and so on.
This was set in the spring.
I think even the TV guys understood no modern American family could make it through a Montana winter without central heat.
And they couldn't do it.
Even with survival courses and agriculture instructors and historians on site helping them, these 21st century white Americans simply didn't have the physical strength or self-discipline or the willpower to live for three months like our forefathers did.
They had to cancel the series.
So that's the second objection to the Amish solution, John.
The simple fact is that most white Americans simply won't do it.
They can't do it.
They don't know how anymore.
They don't have the necessary skill sets, as we would say today.
True, there are a small number of white Americans to whom an Amish kind of life would appeal, and in their case, fine, more power to them.
Go find your cheap land and build your log cabins, and off you go then.
If that's the way you want you and your family to live, then you have every right to do so.
A right I noticed the federal government did not grant to Randy Weaver or the Montana Freeman or the Branch Davidians.
But as an actual program for mass white racial survival, no, John, sorry, it's not going to work, if for no other reason than it allows political and state power to remain in the hands of the Jews and the politically correct regime in Washington, D.C. And nothing that allows the United States government to retain state power will work as far as securing the existence of our people and a future for white children.
One hundred years from now, there will either be white people left on this North American continent of ours, or there will be the United States of America.
There will not be both.
The two are mutually exclusive.
Either the United States or the white race will cease to exist one or the other.
There is no third alternative.
Those of you who read my novels are aware of the fact that I do not advocate isolation or retreat.
I advocate confrontation and the seizure of state power.
This is what most alternate strategies which are offered in place of the Northwest migration seek to avoid.
White men will do almost anything to avoid coming to grips in their own minds with the necessity to physically seize power from the existing state, to deal forcibly with those who now hold power, and to form our own country with our own laws and government.
Because we all know damned well that there is only one way that such a thing can be accomplished, and that terrifies us.
We know that we don't have the physical courage to do what has to be done, but no man likes to admit, even to himself, that he's a coward.
Don't worry.
I get that, and I'm not being judgmental here.
I know how and why our men arrived at that point.
It's not their fault, and I don't blame them.
White men are the way they are in their minds, not because they did anything, but because things have been done to them.
Most white men know damned well in the privacy of their own thoughts what we should be doing about all this, but they just don't have the physical courage to do it.
Or beyond that, the self-discipline and tenacity to stick it out to the end.
They've been raised all their lives to obey the rules and the law and to conform, to take the line of least resistance, to avoid physical confrontation and personal risk at all costs.
And yet, as I said, there's enough of the old genetic material still in our makeup so that we have the good grace to be ashamed of our cowardice.
So we rationalize it.
We convince ourselves that there has to be another way that will at least let us feel good about ourselves.
We construct these elaborate strategies and rationalizations for not taking any personal, physical or financial risk.
The idea that we can somehow all go off into the woods somewhere and live on our own like the Amish is one such.
It's a pretty dream.
But that's all it is.
And above all, it does not accomplish what has to be the primary goal of every white man and woman living in this age who has so much as a grain of racial instinct, awareness, and integrity left to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children.
The Amish solution could never be a permanent one, even if a significant number of white people could be brought to participate in it, because it does not give our people state and military power to defend ourselves and our existence.
Only an independent and sovereign Northwest Republic can do that.
Okay, first music break.
I keep getting asked when I'm going to play some Ian Stewart in Screwdriver, and this is it.
Apparently, Stewart originally tried to make it in so-called mainstream rock, just like for decades I tried to make it as an establishment writer of fiction, and we both had about the same results.
This song is about Ian Stewart's early days trying to break into the rock music scene, and it's called Built Up, Knocked Down.
Thank you.
The summer was coming, I was out in the fields.
Well then I heard a guitar playing loud and clear.
I saw a lonely, sat by a tree.
I saw a lonely, sat by a tree.
He said come and listen to me, son, now.
Come and listen to me.
He said, save all of what you love with you.
Doesn't mean no I can move.
Crying you loose.
He said it doesn't want it to be.
He said, well, that's a waste of life.
There's nothing more to say to you.
Quit my job, baby.
I went out of line with my first guitar.
Then I started learning things.
Set up propping up some miles.
Shine a claim.
Got a contract.
Baby's all so glad.
Then you started messing around with love and I. And I was just as bad.
Get the man out of line with love.
Get the man out of line with love.
I'm just as bad as you can.
in 2019
Are you trying to mess us up now?
Trying to make us quiz If that's what you're trying to do, you boy You're on achieving it Build up, knock down Lock down to the ground Build
up, knock down Lock down to the ground Build up, knock down Lock down to the ground Build up, knock down Lock down to the ground Oh yeah!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Dear HAC, my husband and I have already started our savings account to finance our Northwest migration.
But in the meantime, what can we do to help the movement from here?
Okay, Amy, I sent you guys a white book, the third edition Northwest migration manual that has some material on that in there, but I'll be glad to talk about that here and now as well.
In the white book, I speak about forming what I call outland units, and that's good primarily for mutual support and assistance in migration.
I have visions of new white settlers coming to the Northwest from different parts of the country in a group, people who knew each other back in the old country of Illinois or Arkansas or Connecticut or wherever, and who make the move in great convoys, almost like the old wagon trains, although I don't know if that'll ever happen.
I already sent you that one guy whom I thought was near you.
I know it turns out now he wasn't.
I guess my Illinois geography isn't what it should be, but you get the idea.
Amy, I will tell you the main thing I want from you and indeed from every genuine Northwest nationalist listening to the sound of my voice right now wherever you live.
Right now, there are tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, most likely millions of white people out there who would agree wholeheartedly with everything we say and who would jump at the chance to create a white homeland for our people here in the Northwest.
Right now, there are enough white people already living here in the Northwest who would agree with us and who would join the Northwest Front and fight for independence, enough to where we wouldn't need any migrants.
There are enough white people out there who'd be willing to pay $10 a month dues to our party, millions of them, so that we'd never have to worry about money again and we could actually provide proper relocation services, including jobs, for all the potential incomers from all around the country and the world.
So why isn't it happening?
Where are these people?
Simple.
They don't know we're here.
There's only one long-term cure for this situation, of course, and that's somehow we're going to have to find some way to break into the establishment media, not so much to persuade people of our point of view, but simply to generate buzz so that they'll go to our websites and contact us directly, so we can speak to them without filtering our message to the enemy media.
But we can't get publicity in the usual movement way, where we get eight or ten of us together put on costumes and run around in public waving silly signs without poles, lest we use them to defend ourselves, and the police have to protect us against the red renter mob.
That's out.
We don't play that anymore, and in any case, it never generated any decent publicity for us, even back in the days when we were doing it.
You don't convince people that you're right by making a public ass out of yourself.
The only time so far that the Northwest Front has had any contact with the establishment media was last October when Jeff Hughes was murdered, at which time I did have some marginal contact with some Vancouver-area newspapers and websites, all of whom wanted me to identify local Canadian comrades for them to harass and annoy.
Now, since holding white nationalist views of any kind is illegal in Canada, I refused, which kind of put a damper on things real quick, although I did do a couple of interviews at that time.
I've also done interviews for obscure, intellectual, egghead-type books and publications, such as the George Michael interview, and I was recently approached by a couple of college newspaper reporters, one of whom I turned down because he was a Jew.
But it's been years since I've done any kind of serious interview with a major media outlet.
The simple fact is that unless some blood is flowing, or we're making fools of ourselves in some way, white nationalists don't get media publicity, period.
Now, I have an idea for a project which I myself will handle and which may lead to at least some serious media coverage for us.
It may not work well, it may not work at all, but at least it doesn't involve our making idiots out of ourselves in public and it doesn't involve anybody getting murdered.
I won't get into details of this idea right now because in order to pull this off, I need to have as stable a work environment as possible and there are some specific things I want to take care of before I begin.
In the meantime, getting back to Amy's question, I urgently need everybody's help in locating and informing the people we need for this movement of the fact that the Northwest Front exists, that we are here, and getting them to come to one of our websites and learn about us directly.
If they're movement people, we need to try and get them off goat-dancing sites like VNN and White Nationalist Info and get them to start tuning in regularly to our sites, our blogs, and listening regularly to Radio Free Northwest.
I always send out some Samistat leaflet master copies with every intro pack, and if you want to do things the old-fashioned way with leaflets and stickers and business cards and all that kind of thing, great.
The problem is that we're so strapped for cash that at the moment we can't supply much to you directly by way of handheld literature, stickers, cards, etc.
You're going to have to print out most of those on your own, which is one reason why I supply inquirers with master copies of leaflets on heavy white paper like the Fundamental Principles of Northwest Migration and so forth.
However, the internet is still our main medium of communication and propaganda, and as far as the quality of our work goes, we're doing well.
We have a new site coming up in a week or so that'll knock your socks off, and more blogs and personal sites are coming on board soon as well.
But as good as the quality of our product is, internet-wise, our quantity of hits really sucks.
The novelty seems to be wearing off these podcasts because it used to be, a few months ago, when I brought out a new Radio Free Northwest, for a couple of days afterward, there would be 400 or 500 hits a day on the site.
But now we're sliding back down to 250 or so hits a day.
That's better than we were doing for the first few months after the site was put up in August, but still.
250 hits a day?
We should be getting 10,000 hits per day, and this podcast should have a listenership into six figures if we were serious.
And that could happen.
It's just that nobody knows we're here.
So, Amy, you ask what you and your husband can do while you save up your money in order to come to the homeland?
You can find some way to let white people know that we are here.
Mostly that consists of somehow getting people to go to our sites on the internet, northwestfront.org, the thoughtcrime blog, northwestrepublic.com, so forth and so on.
Spam.
Use Twitter, Facebook, whatever you have to do to get those URLs out there.
And try to concentrate on finding out where young white people hang out on the internet and bombard those places with our internet addresses.
Get creative.
Don't just hunt up conservative or right-wing sites around the internet.
We want to try and break out of the bubble and attract so-called normal people from the white community itself, not just keep on preaching to the choir.
Okay, time for another music break.
This is North Carolina Master Fiddler, Mike Cross, giving you folks a little taste of musical education and Southern culture.
The Musicology Department at UNC Wilmington is proud to present this evening's lecture in musicology.
Tonight's lecture deals with the Appalachian fiddle.
Many people wonder how the Appalachian fiddle creates its unique sound and thus sounds so different from the violin.
It does so because of the way in which it is constructed, which is in the following manner.
We take an ordinary cigar box.
We attach a series of laminated popsicle sticks.
This creates the sound chamber in the neck of the fiddle, as it's now called.
Now, the handsome scrollwork up here is actually a cryogenically frozen Tennessee land snail.
You understand?
Now, taking the entrails of a mature feline, that is, cat gut, we stretch them across the sound chamber.
These are the strings.
Now, taking an ordinary cherry wood stick, we stretch hair from the tail of a horse, freshly washed, across the stick.
We sprinkle it heavily with pine rosin, that is, sap from the pine trees, indigenous to the Appalachian region.
Finally, and most importantly, inside the sound chamber, we place a live baby kitten.
Now, as the horse hair is drawn across the cat gut, two things occur.
First of all, the baby kitten hears mother's entrails vibrating, and that shakes it up.
Secondly, the rosin dust from the bow flakes down into the sound chamber and irritates the kitten's nostrils.
This causes the kitten to shriek aloud and thus produces the sound of the Appalachian fiddle.
Take that lady by the grill, take that lady by the grill.
Lead around in a great fire of the grill.
Take that lady by the grill.
Take that lady by the toe.
See just how far you can go Swing again and I ain't fooling Swing again and I ain't fooling Come to love and I don't need no school Ooh!
You're a tall, low, capric!
Thank you.
In the 1890s, the degenerate aristocrat Lord Alfred Douglas was Oscar Wilde's bugger boy.
In one of his poems, Douglas referred to homosexuality as the love that dare not speak its name.
There is a topic which the Aryan racial nationalist movement similarly has for years discussed only in whispers.
It's time we came out of the closet and openly discuss armed struggle.
I believe that it is still safe to do so if we use what Lenin referred to as aesopian language, the language of fable, if we couch the discussion in the form of a general talk about certain aspects of human history and political dynamics.
If even that's not safe anymore, I suppose I'll find out soon enough.
What we need to do is avoid advocating, urging, or inciting any acts of violence against identifiable individuals or other targets.
The feds have developed something they call the doctrine of the credible threat, which, of course, they've twisted almost beyond any rational recognition in such abominations as the Bill White case.
I also need to once again strongly caution all of you to beware of any person or group who approaches you with some alleged plan for armed insurrection or premature illegality.
Anyone who does so is either a dangerous idiot or else a police agent of some kind.
I bear in mind the essential difference between direct action, to bring about serious political and social change, and the stupid illegal act.
Direct action is organized and methodical behavior which inflicts serious damage against the occupying power through the loss of important personnel or resources.
It's activity that improves the movement's image as serious revolutionaries to be treated with the respect which comes from the capacity to use force successfully.
It's activity which demoralizes and confuses the enemy and correspondingly strengthens the morale of the movement and the white population as a whole.
Finally, the most critical component of direct action is that the persons carrying it out are not apprehended or punished by the forces of the state.
By contrast, the stupid illegal act is usually carried out spontaneously with little or no prior planning, often under the influence of alcohol.
It's directed against minor targets such as street niggers, individual faggots, race mixers, etc., who are no real loss to the system, there being plenty more where they came from.
Finally, the perpetrators are almost always immediately arrested and given crushing prison sentences, thus boosting the enemy's morale and bolstering the deterrent effect of the establishment's crumbling legal machinery, giving it a gloss of efficiency which it does not in fact possess.
Such as it is, the Aryan racial nationalist movement throughout the world since 1945 has been distinguished by one remarkable characteristic that separates it from every other revolutionary movement ever known, a reluctance verging on the racially suicidal to engage in armed military struggle against the tyranny that rules us.
Genuine politics is about one thing, the acquisition and exercise of power.
All else is political hobbyism.
Parliamentary electoral politics, as we know it, is a luxury which the wealthy landed gentry of the 18th and 19th centuries who created liberal democracy could afford, but which a race on the verge of extinction cannot.
Power, all power without exception, is in the final analysis founded on one basis, armed force.
Napoleon said that revolution is an idea that has found bayonets.
We have yet to find our bayonets.
Religion, constitutions, civil laws, custom, and all the various social institutions for reinforcing acceptable behavior, which means submission to authority, all of these have their place in a state's power structure, but without bayonets, they're meaningless.
All power, without exception, is initially acquired through armed force or through the imminent threat of armed force.
Some revolutions are bloodier than others.
The Bolsheviks slaughtered millions while the National Socialist German Workers' Party came to power in Germany after somewhat less than a thousand deaths and 14 years of street fighting between the party's paramilitary formations and the communists.
But all modern states, without exception, were originally brought into existence by men who fought for power with weapons in their hands.
Both persuasion and coercion are necessary to carry out a successful revolution.
Neither element alone can succeed without the other.
All the propaganda, all the popular support and all the legal activity in the world are useless if the state can fall back on armed force to maintain itself and destroy opposition.
A revolutionary movement without an effective armed wing is doomed to perpetual futility and eventual defeat.
The formulations I just stated are by no means original with me.
They're as old as statecraft itself.
I simply happen to be the only American racial nationalist who is willing to discuss them in public.
These truths are obvious from even the most cursory examination of human history.
They're also obvious from reading today's headlines.
It is a demonstrable historical fact.
Pursued with sufficient persistence, ruthlessness, military expertise, and fearless disregard for the consequences, armed struggle eventually works.
Why, then, do the white males of the 21st century, representatives of a race facing literal physical extinction, persistently refuse to utilize the gun?
The basic tool of power which is understood and applied without hesitation by the most savage African tribal leader and the most corrupt Latin American despot.
I could give you all the usual cliché responses I've been throwing about for years, but we need to go deeper than that.
Our reluctance to face up to the reality of armed struggle's pivotal role in social and political change goes beyond simple garden variety cowardice or laziness.
It reaches into the deep-rooted psychological malaise which has pervaded the entire white racial resistance movement throughout the Western world since 1945.
This psychological and spiritual condition is difficult to quantify.
The late Dr. Rivolo Oliver once posed the famous question, have we, the men of the West, lost the will to live?
Down through the years, I have often observed that the white man in America seems to be in the grip of a kind of collective death wish.
A mysterious and inexplicable will to failure.
I am by no means the first to notice this phenomenon.
One of the best articles the late Bob Miles ever wrote was in the aftermath of the Fort Smith Sedition Trials of 1988, when he pointed out in his From the Mountain newsletter that the acquittals in that despicable case, instead of heartening us and encouraging more activism, resulted in an avalanche of sullen defeatism, smears, carping, and dog-in-the-manger petty bickering throughout the movement.
Bob pointed out something which is crucial to understanding why we have gotten virtually nowhere for the past two generations.
Over and above the preponderance of outright fraudulent leadership or in it for the money, the movement has been controlled for years by elements who are deeply pessimistic, defeatist, lazy, lethargic, and mired in profound depression over Aryan man's terrible present situation and our more terrible prospects for the future.
We are an army of Eeyores.
It's difficult to assign a precise point where the rot set in.
The murder of Commander Rockwell will do for a benchmark, but the fact remains that for almost five decades, the bulk of the white riot in North America has been led by men who are simply going through the motions.
With one or two shining exceptions, such as the Saga of the Order, the many attempts at white resistance which have occurred over the past 50 years have always had a dark, sinister leitmotif underlying them.
The acidly...
Poisonous idea that victory isn't really possible.
That the white man is essentially doomed to extinction through his own stupidity, and the most any of us can do is to draw out the funeral ceremonies and eulogies as long as we can before getting on with the business of dying.
When this attitude is taken into consideration, the reluctance seriously to discuss, much less to adopt, the one operational strategy 100% guaranteed to catapult us into serious politics in double-click time then becomes comprehensible.
Why risk one's life, health, and liberty on what is essentially an interesting but ultimately futile hobby?
For that is exactly how most people among us regard the whole exercise in which they are engaged.
To most of us, all this is nothing but a hobby.
Furthermore, most of us are weaklings, and I don't only refer to physical fitness.
I refer to spiritual and moral softness.
I'm talking about the infantile, egotistical American demand for instant gratification of every whim.
I'm talking about the attention span of a housefly that characterizes our present Beavis and Butthead generation.
I'm talking about the deathly fear of even the slightest physical pain or discomfort, the deeply ingrained, bone-idle laziness which keeps the butt of the white American firmly planted in his armchair, staring at the tube like a zombie.
Almost nowhere in white American males do we find the attributes of the political soldier, the alertness to one's surroundings, which means survival in guerrilla warfare.
the cool and steady hand that can pull a trigger at close range and watch the brains splatter or detonate a bomb without fumbling or hesitation, the mental agility necessary to stay one step ahead of the pursuing police and the government troop, White people lack the total selfless dedication, the inflexible purpose, the iron self-discipline necessary to function under unbelievable pressure, to stand the unimaginable stress, and to live the life of the modern-day urban guerrilla.
During my 25 years in the movement, I've met a few white men with that kind of inflexible will, hardness, courage, and integrity, but only a few.
Okay, time for the final music break.
Ever since I started doing three of these per show, since they seem to be so popular, I've tried to mix genres.
One Irish, one Southerner hillbilly, one classical, one historical, a little saga here or there, whatever.
We've already had one Appalachian fiddle piece this week, but you know, not all southern music is bluegrass or traditional or country and western.
I was meeting with some comrades this weekend, and somehow or other the subject came up of the old Johnny Horton song, The Battle of New Orleans.
I mentioned that I hit a longer and, in my view, somewhat more authentic version of the song by Cajun fiddler Doug Kershaw from Louisiana, and this is it.
You neat?
18...
14...
We'll be right back.
I took a little trick.
I took a little trick.
Along with the rejection to the mighty Mississippi.
Well, I took a little bacon.
I took a little beans alone.
A bar with the bloody people in a town you all need.
When they fired our guns and the people kept coming.
They said "Hey now!" I said "I'm home!" I said "Hey!"
I said "Hey!" I said "Hey!" I said "Hey!" I said "Hey!" I said "Hey!" I said "Hey!" I said "Hey!" I said "Hey!" I said "Hey!" I said "Hey!" I said "Hey!"
Well, in 18, 14, I took a little trip And now I'm turning back to the mighty Mississippi I took a little baking, I took a little beans All the bloody people in the town are all new
Phew.
Well.
But I'm fired at the girls and the people keep coming And these and their ears knew themselves a while ago Fired for a store, they began to learn it But down in Mississippi to the country, they go And they sit down and
down And they said, hey!
They ran for the blood, ran for the blood Ran for the blood, ran for the blood, ran for the blood Where they couldn't go, ran so fast And the hound couldn't catch them, and the Mississippi to the country Thank you.
Thank you.
One of Harold's fascinating little historical trivia pieces on that last song.
During the days of his wild youth, Andy Jackson was something of a wastrel, and he once stayed for several weeks at an inn or tavern somewhere in Tennessee, eating and drinking and making whoopee, and then he skipped out on the bill.
The irate innkeeper managed to keep track of Jackson's whereabouts all through the years, and he kept writing Jackson nasty dunning letters and taking him to court trying to collect this unpaid bar bill, but for one reason or another, he never could get his money.
Then after the battle, the Tennessee innkeeper took out his old ledger from the year Jackson had stayed there, and he crossed out Jackson's name and wrote beside it, Paid in full, January the 8th, 1815, New Orleans, Louisiana.
Before we can even think about rebelling against the tyrant, we must produce a different kind of white man in this country.
This is not beyond the realm of possibility.
I've spoken of this before, and if it sounds hard, it is.
But we may not have to do it all on our own.
There's a good possibility the regime may do it for us, because, you see, oppression either breaks men or it makes them.
The philosopher Nietzsche said, that which does not destroy me makes me stronger.
The Jews and their leftist allies have turned this country into a revolting putrid swamp, but dangerous beasts breed in swamps.
I think the Jews and the Obama regime suffer from the typical defect which the arrogance of power breeds, an overestimation of their ability to control events.
By allowing millions of white families to be expelled from their homes through foreclosure, by denying jobs and educational opportunities to white males through racial quotas, not to mention through the Obama Depression, by persecuting those who resist with hate crime laws and vile civil lawsuits, by shouting their derision and their hatred for everything white through their controlled media, and subjecting the white male to an unending tarred of insult, abuse, and vilification, The scum who run this society are sowing dragon's teeth.
The law is a weapon, and like any other weapon, it is only as good or as bad as the people wielding it.
Right now, the law is in the hands of some very bad people, some of the worst in human history.
The law is being used to pillage you, disrupt and break up your family, to steal your home through foreclosure, to deny you employment and any kind of income, to rob your children of a future, and the law will eventually destroy you in your old age.
The law in its present state deserves no respect from any white man or woman in America.
Indeed, obedience and respect for the law have become counter-survival, and human nature being what it is, anything which is counter-survival will not endure.
Adolf Hitler himself stated in Mein Kampf, When a people is being driven to destruction through the instrument of governmental authority, then rebellion is not only the right but the duty of that people.
This point is so obvious that I really can't make it any more clear.
If you honestly don't understand this, then you shouldn't be in the movement at all.
Finally, there is the moral dimension to be considered.
Looking for easy outs and safe shortcuts is not only futile, it's wrong.
Before we can have a new white world, we must earn it.
That's the way life works.
Like all persecuted minorities, white males are despised.
We're despised by the government, by the liberal establishment, by the nigger criminals who rob and rape and kill our people.
We are despised by the media, and to a large degree we are despised by our own children.
We are despised because we are correctly viewed as weak, cowardly, lazy, incapable, and unwilling to defend ourselves or to take any serious action against those who despoil and victimize us, other than go whining to the enemy's police and the enemy's courts, or maybe call Rush Limbaugh.
Why, in the name of God, should anyone respect us?
Why should we respect ourselves?
It's time white men recovered our self-respect and the respect of those who hate us.
And it is a long-standing human truth that respect among men is earned by the shedding of blood.
Well, our time is up, and so that's it for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
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This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha on demand.
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