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Oct. 7, 2010 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Sean O'Farrell
Arising all the world It's October 7, 2010.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Not much of an Edgar Steele update this week.
On October 7, the female federal judge is supposed to rule on Cindy Steele's objections to the Larry Fairfax plea bargain deal.
And yes, I know that today's RFN is dated October 7, but I actually do the vocal several days prior to the deadline, and so I don't know yet what happened at the hearing.
I'll report on that next week.
Now, in response to about 50 emails or so I've gotten in the past few days, yes, I heard about CNN media spik Rick Sanchez and his little on-the-air slip-up last Thursday.
For those of you who have been living in a cave for the past week, CNN's official Beaner news anchor, Rick Sanchez, went off the rails and he made some, um, how shall I put this, controversial comments on a Sirius satellite radio show on Thursday.
That's Sirius, S-I-R-I-U-S, like the dog star, not Sirius.
Don't ask me what a Sirius satellite radio show is, but anyway, that's where Sanchez went off the rails.
He called Jon Stewart a bigot and said that CNN and the other networks are all run by Jews.
Now, Mr. Sanchez is, of course, perfectly correct on both counts, and he was fired six hours later by CNN.
Bye-bye, Rick.
Apparently, being from a somewhat privileged minority himself...
He's a white-ish Hispanic.
Sanchez apparently thought that he had the clout to speak certain truths out loud, but he found out very quickly that in this sick and twisted society there are some truths that no one is allowed to speak out loud.
Just like that nigger actor whose name I forget thought he could get away with saying faggot.
As nearly as I can determine, the minority privilege pecking order among our lords and masters is as follows.
Jews are on top, always.
No one may utter a single word about them which does not drip with servile adoration.
Ask top White House correspondent Helen Thomas, never mind poor Mel Gibson.
After that, in the power ranking, comes homosexuals.
One bad word about sodomites, and your career will go down the crapper almost as fast as any criticism of the Jews or Israel.
Then come our old favorites, the blacks.
I'll let a nigger slip in your pink slip city.
Ask Mel Gibson, again.
Or that Kramer character from Friends who tried to make it as a stand-up comic.
Or that sportscaster who referred to some women's basketball team as having nappy heads.
Hispanics and women or women with a capital W are actually fairly low on the totem pole as yet, and they don't apparently have enough clout to cancel out any critical comments that they make about any of the other minority top dogs.
Ask Helen Thomas or Dr. Joyce Brothers.
They probably thought that being women would shelter them from political correctness.
Well, you got that wrong, ladies.
What gets me, though, is that these incidents keep on occurring even though the people involved must know perfectly well the price they'll have to pay for some brief moment of truthfulness.
We know Mel Gibson was drunk when he sounded off to that cop in Malibu, but how about Helen Thomas or Rick Sanchez or Marlon Brando or Joyce Brothers?
Were they all drunk?
It's as if sometimes even our lords and masters become sick of the lies that they have to live with as the price for their rich and famous lifestyle, and they just can't control themselves.
One wonders, who will be next?
Now, something else that I'm not sure whether I should mention it or not, because it only gives these Froot Loops what they're after, which is attention and response, but I'm genuinely curious, why on earth...
Would anyone bother to post or send anonymous threats by computer?
As you can guess after the recent hoopla over the Michelle Obama monkey picture post on my thought crime blog, I'm starting to get bombarded with all kinds of threats again.
It kind of makes me nostalgic for back in the day.
And don't worry, I'm not one of Bill White's federal judges.
I won't run screaming to the courts and the FBI to protect me from the big bad man hiding behind the computer.
Besides, we all know that in my case, the law against communicating threats by interstate wire or whatever would never be enforced anyway.
I would advise you idiots to be careful who else you send threats to, though, because you might inadvertently annoy somebody with money who can have the police and the courts put you away like Bill White and Al Turner.
But I'm still really curious as to what kind of total dweeb would do something like that.
Anonymous computer threats?
Blog heckles?
Why?
Why would anyone bother?
I've been dealing with this kind of silliness for almost 40 years now.
The threats from Jews and niggers and commie assholes used to come in by mail or telephone, and later on, when answering machines became common, sometimes I'd come in from work at night and there'd be a dozen threats on my machine.
Not once in my entire career has a single one of these anonymous threats by mail, phone, or email ever been followed up on.
In fact, it's been so long since I've had anyone give me any trouble at all, or even so much as say boo to me on the street or in the grocery store, that I can't even remember when the last time was.
And while I don't run down the aisles in the safe way yelling nigger nigger nigger at the top of my lungs, true, neither do I bother to conceal my identity or my racial and political views if the topic ever comes up.
You know, as bad as things are, there's really no need for white people to be quite so intimidated all the time Or act quite so much like quipped dogs as most of us do.
Every day there are a dozen small things that you can do to assert yourself in your racial identity in some way, and you'll find that the sky doesn't fall, and the earth does not open up and swallow you.
Now, I have a question for our Jewish listeners.
Long strings of nothing but obscenities.
What's up with that?
What is it with you Jews and human feces?
I mean, anyone who's ever watched a Sarah Silverman comedy routine or tried to read Portnoy's Complaint knows that the Jews have some kind of really unhealthy obsession with excrement.
But I've noticed that ever since I started taking heckling phone calls from the Jews back behind the duty desk at the old Arlington Nazi headquarters back in the 70s, and on through today, a lot of the Jewish reaction to our material seems to consist of this mindless screaming or bellowing of nothing but a long string of filthy language.
Most of it having to do not with sexual acts, as one might think, but with human excrement.
And what sexual references are in there, in this stream of Hebraic consciousness, are always in reference to really deviant acts.
I know this sounds like I'm trying to bait some heckler or something, but no, I'm just making some observations.
I really honestly don't know what goes on in the Jewish mind, or what possible satisfaction they get out of behaving like this.
I would pick up the phone in the old days in Arlington or in Raleigh, and there'd be a Jew on the other end calling me long distance, usually from New York or sometimes from Philadelphia, and paying for it, and there would be nothing but some guy screaming filthy words into the phone, and I do mean screaming at the top of his lungs.
They must have strained their larynx or hurt their throats they were screaming so loud, and nothing but childish threats that we both knew they had no intention of even attempting to carry out.
And equally childish, obscene words having to do with human feces or deviant sexual acts.
Now, I'm starting to get the same things by email, but why?
What possible effect, negative or otherwise, do these strange Jewish creatures think that sending me an email full of scatological drivel will achieve?
And if it's not for my benefit, but for some weird psychological catharsis of their own, then why restrict their spastic hissy fits to me?
Why do these Jews not just go running down the street bellowing filthy words at the top of their lungs so everybody can hear them, waving a turd on a stick over their heads like Sarah Silverman does on TV?
It's sobering and bemusing to realize that these highly intelligent and powerful enemies of ours are at times so completely overcome with pure lunatic hatred that they lose their composure, and I think for a while they actually lose their minds to some degree.
And all they can do is roar filthy words in frustration and rage and give themselves sore and damaged throats.
If you ever hear of one of these heaves flipping out like this on a so-called Nazi or racist or anti-Semite, you'll understand something that I myself learned from this very phenomenon, and that is that victory is possible.
These people are not smarter than we are.
They are not superhuman.
And indeed, any people who would allow themselves to freak out like that are more vulnerable than most.
When you hear or read a Jew shrieking filth at the top of his lungs, or at the top of his cyber lungs, so to speak, then you know they can be defeated.
Well, I'm glad to say that another one of our comrades has elected to send us a few comments on audio.
This is John from Pennsylvania.
Hello comrades, my name is John and I'm 21 years old.
Currently I live in Pennsylvania, though I'm working as hard as I can to get out to the homeland sometime relatively soon.
When I read Hill of the Ravens and saw the part where Mr. Covington refers to Frank Palmieri as a born National Socialist, I just couldn't think of a better way to describe myself.
I remember as a kid seeing documentaries and such and history classes in school where they showed clips of the SS and SA marching to Diphana Holk and such and saying, "Aren't these men so evil?" and to me I said, "Well, no, that looks really cool." I don't know what it was, but there was always something there that attracted me to them and what they did.
I knew that they were right from some gut feeling in my stomach and quite honestly I just couldn't explain it, but I have identified as a National Socialist or Fascist, depending on my mood as a kid, for as long as I can remember.
Much like my comrade Mike, who spoke on the program a few weeks ago, I was introduced to Odinism or Asatru, whatever you want to call it, through black and death metal bands, mostly from Scandinavia and Eastern Europe.
That was really important for me, and I found a pretty spiritual side of myself through that.
However, my introduction to the actual movement as is was kind of different.
My high school offered a pretty great German language program, though it was very politically kosherized.
The linguistic end was taught phenomenally, and we often had opportunities in the summer to go and visit.
European countries on pretty damn cheap budgets.
So I took advantage of that one summer, and I absolutely fell in love with everything I saw there.
The one thing that caught me most and stayed with me most, I believe, was the nationalist undercurrent I observed in Europe, mostly in Germany and Austria, though Budapest had quite a seemingly strong nationalist undercurrent as well.
After all that, I came home and I started researching these different groups of people, like the NPD and the FPO and whoever else, the Jobik Party and...
Hungry, if I'm pronouncing that wrong, I apologize, but I noticed that these people, yeah, they have some really great things to say and that their message is right, but they just don't do anything.
They honestly believe that someday they'll be voted into power through some kind of majority and then everything will be fine again.
It's just beyond me that they could see nothing more than that in their own doctrine, that they feel that there's nothing more that they could do.
It's kind of astonishing, honestly.
In Europe, there's always been a tradition of a political soldier, and today the political soldier has become a political activist, and the two are just completely different animals.
I know I'm going to insult a lot of our European listeners when I say this, but guys, Europe is a lost cause as is.
I've seen it.
I've been there.
I know NPD people.
I know BNP people.
And these countries are just...
Failing, miserably.
There is overwhelming immigration, overwhelming immigrant birth rates, and pretty much no white replacement birth rate.
It's just a matter of time.
The only way anything is going to get better is if those men become twice the political soldiers that their forefathers were, and I just don't see that happening.
Sorry, but it's the truth.
Here in North America, however, we have land.
We have a plan.
We have enough of us, and enough of- A mindset to get this done.
We have a place in the Pacific Northwest that we can call home.
That we could do what we need to do, finally, and secure the existence of our people and a future for white children.
If only we would get off our asses and do it.
Our comrades in Europe, though, are outnumbered all the time by commies and such and are facing, you know, hate crime charges and hate speech charges and thought crime charges all the time for what they believe.
And even though they don't accomplish anything, they still do it because they know it's right.
We know it's right and we have a whole lot better options here and we don't take advantage of it.
Why is that guys?
What else do we need to know?
Our race is facing literal extinction in every way possible across the world and we have the best option possible and we are not taking advantage of it.
There is nothing that bothers me more as a person.
I have always been inspired by military and political march kind of songs and I'll read this now, and I think that it will maybe hit home with a few of you.
The British Union of Fascists, led by Oswald and Mosley, had their own version of the Horst Wesselied, which was called Comrades the Voices.
Ian Stewart from Screwdriver adopted that and made it into Hail the New Dawn, I believe it was called.
The following lines really say a lot to me, and say a lot about what we need to do and who we are, and I hope it does to you, too.
We're of their blood, and spirit of their spirit.
Sprang from that soil, for whose dear sake they bled.
Gains vested powers, red front, and massed reaction.
We lead the fight for freedom and for bread.
We lead the fight, comrades.
By rights, I should, of course, close John's contribution by playing Ian Stewart's Hail the New Dawn, but unfortunately, I can't find it in Ready MP3 on the net, just on YouTube, and through a long, involved computer thingy I won't go into, The fact is that while I can download and keep videos off YouTube, I no longer have the technical capability of ripping the soundtracks alone, which does kind of restrict my music repertoire on here.
Speaking of Brits like Ian Stewart, for some reason I've been getting significantly more immigration queries from British and Irish comrades this week.
I didn't want to repeat my American immigration advice on the September 23rd FAQ broadcast, and I won't repeat it here.
What I will do is direct any non-Americans who are interested in coming home to the Radio Free Northwest broadcast for July the 1st, 2010, wherein I discuss the various facts of life regarding Europeans and other white people who wish to come here.
Long and the short of it is, it can be done.
It's damned hard because the United States government does not want white immigration, and they will deliberately throw every conceivable legal and bureaucratic obstacle into your path.
But yes, it can be done.
Now, I have a couple of lengthy topics I want to talk about this week, so I'll tell you what I'll do.
We'll go for first music break a little early.
Some of you emailed me last week about a Civil War song I played called White Trash, which I said was by Eric Clapton, and you said it didn't sound like Clapton singing, and you're right.
I don't think it is.
That song comes from the White Mansions album, which was produced about 30 years ago, when it was still politically possible for Nashville to do Confederate stuff, although just barely.
The album features a number of major recording stars like Clapton, Waylon Jennings, Emmylou Harris, LaVon Helm, Charlie Daniels, and so forth and so on.
I'm not sure who is singing the vocals here, and I'm basically too lazy to hunt all over Google trying to look it up.
But here's another one with the same guy singing and Eric Crafting on instrumentals We just
Southern boy, raising hell right now.
We're just Southern boy, doing well right now.
They got many more than us.
Got the arms but not the butts.
They ain't the kind to win.
We're with them bad, that ball's bluffing.
Wilson's Creek, treated it rough Pretty soon they'll kill it We're just Southern boy Raisin'hell right now We're just Southern boy Doin'well right now Street Spirit of Dixie Just drives us along Like
a Mississippi coast The South man goes on and on We got host men like you
I've never seen Right,
on to the serious stuff.
There's two things I want to discuss in this program, one of which we will be spending a lot of time on in the future, but first on another subject.
For some time now, I've been engaging in a desultory and so far theoretical discussion about a possible 5th Northwest novel.
I've even got a tentative title for it, Freedom's Sons.
The idea is that this next book will cover roughly the first 50 years of the Northwest Republic's existence, most likely from the viewpoint of three families, one of whom are NVA veterans, one of whom are former Unionists, and one family of typical go-along-to-get-along Americans of the kind who really don't care who's running things, so long as they themselves are personally okay.
The plotline would follow the fortunes of the Northwest American Republic through several generations of these families, and I'm sure I could find ways to reintroduce some of the characters from the first four books so their fans can catch up with them.
But that would not, of course, be the point of the novel any more than the characters were the point of the other books.
The objective of this fifth novel would be for me to anticipate some of the problems I believe that the NAR is going to face in the years immediately after we secure our political independence.
I have a few ideas floating around in my head for this fifth book, but I haven't put anything on paper yet, or rather I should say I haven't put anything on the hard drive yet.
Now, even since I started thinking out loud about this, a lot of people have been pushing me to write this fifth novel and have even offered me money to do so.
I'm going to read you an excerpt from a letter I received from Jack Ryan in Chicago.
Dear HAC, while your podcasts are very good, I do not think that they have the staying power of your novels.
Your work as our best author of propaganda fiction is your most important contribution to the Northwest Imperative.
Someone else will have to come on the scene to be our Northwest Movement's Brigham Young.
By that, I presume Jack is comparing me to the Mormon prophet Joseph Smith.
Well, I hope not, since Smith was lynched by a mob in 1844.
Anyway, getting back to Jack's letter.
That said, I would like to suggest that you seriously consider writing the fifth Northwest novel you've spoken of in the past few months.
And then Jack goes on with a long section of suggestions for the plot and characters.
Then he adds, but as an added incentive for you to write the next great Northwest novel, I'm down for $5,000, and I will work to raise funds from other sources.
Although, as I'm sure you know, most American right-wingers and white nationalists are notoriously cheap.
If I could see some advanced chapters in the novel, it would help with the fundraising.
Well, Jack, you're not the only one who has gone so far as to offer me payment for a 5th Northwest novel, and I'm deeply honored and appreciative that I have enough of a fan base for something like that to happen.
The possibility that this novel will be written is now somewhat greater than it was a few months ago, but there are still some obstacles that I've mentioned before, and just so we're all clear on this and all on the same page, I want to go over them again.
About ten days or so ago, I sent out a private audio letter to some of you entitled, Hunting the Unicorn, wherein I detailed my very specialized requirements for a personal assistant to more or less understudy me here and take over a lot of the donkey work, which is taking up more and more of my time every day.
I won't go into the details of that audio letter because, believe it or not, I do retain some sense of circumspection, and I do realize that the enemy is listening, and the things I talked about in that letter are none of their business.
Generally speaking, though, it is an encouraging fact that while for the past couple of years the Northwest Front has been more or less a kitchen table operation, now we are finally beginning to move forward, and there's an increasing number of people getting in touch, contacts who have to be developed with extensive back-and-forth, general administrative and maintenance, and general paper shuffling, emailing, and other donkey work that's now taking up a huge amount of my time, and I do mean a huge amount.
I'm now getting on the average of a little over 200 emails a day, and I mean genuine emails as opposed to spams, emails that have to be answered, at least pro forma, and don't even get me started on paper correspondence.
The Northwest Observer subscription list is growing as well.
For those of you who don't know what that is, Northwest Observer is the ENF's monthly magazine.
Subscriptions are $30 per year in case anyone's interested.
Anyway, every month it takes more and more of my time to write, edit, produce, print, stuff, and mail the magazine.
And to make a long story short, I'm being overwhelmed by all the minutiae that is required even to run a kitchen table operation right.
And it's gobbling up my disposable and optional time like a sponge soaking up water.
As Shakespeare put it, I need to make division of myself.
That's the first problem about writing a fifth Northwest novel.
The fact that I just plain don't have the disposable time to do so.
The brigade took me two years to write and get into publishable shape, and I had a lot more time on my hands when I was living down in Astoria than I have here.
I wrote it using the Stephen King method described in his autobiography.
For three hours every day, you force yourself to write, to create the words on a page, no matter what kind of drivel is coming off your keyboard fingers, and then you spend another few hours editing, proofreading, and cleaning up your day's work.
Once a week or so, you go over your whole week's production.
Clean that up, tighten up the dialogue and the transition, so forth and so on.
Right now, there is no way that I could allocate that kind of time.
If nothing else, doing Radio Free Northwest every week would throw a huge monkey wrench into my schedule.
No kidding, guys.
Any attempt to write a fifth novel on my part right now would result in repeated, extended, and almost daily interruptions to my concentration.
I'm not saying that I can't write under pressure.
But the resulting fiction probably wouldn't be anywhere nearly as good as it should be.
So that's the first problem.
Now the second problem is more profound.
Let me see if I can encapsulate this in 25 words or less.
I'm scared to write novel number five because it might give white people yet another excuse to do nothing because they claim to disagree with my vision.
And that's essentially what novel number five would be.
My own personal vision, not only of the problems and the crises that the Republic will face after independence, that's assuming that the history of the rest of the continent goes a certain way, but also my personal vision as to how those problems should be met and resolved, and how a deliberately racially conscious all-white society should be constructed, and my vision will most likely not match with a lot of other people's.
Always remember, us white boys aren't much good at anything serious anymore, but the one thing we are really aces at is finding some kind of plausible, reasonable-sounding rationalization, some high-minded excuse to do nothing.
I'm genuinely concerned that a 5th Northwest novel detailing my own personal vision of the future Might be used as an excuse on the part of people whose help we really need to back off and run away from the Northwest Front because they claim my vision of the Republic's future is too national socialist, as it most likely would be for some people.
I remember there have only been two other attempts in history to construct deliberately racially conscious societies, the Third Reich and South Africa, and of those two, only the Third Reich was a racially exclusive all-white society of the kind we need.
The Third Reich is really the only applicable model or template we've got.
But while the Reich was allowed peace, it worked.
And to me, it simply makes sense to lift as much from a successful previous blueprint as possible, especially in view of the likely threat that the Northwest Republic will face from the rest of the world.
Failing that, they would probably claim that my vision of the Northwest Republic's future is too tolerant of Christianity, or else it's not Christian enough.
And I don't believe in making women wear scarlet letters or burning witches at stake.
Or else I dare to consider people of Latin descent whose names end in vowels to be white men.
Or else because I'm not Nazi enough.
And yes, I've gotten that before.
There's some of my own tendency who claim that I'm betraying National Socialism by not plastering swastikas and pictures of the Fuhrer all over our literature and by not trying to replicate everything the Third Reich did.
Yadda yadda yadda yadda booga booga booga.
It goes on and on and on.
You know, there is a reason that the white field in the Northwest tricolor is blank, with no cross, no raven, no bald eagle, no swastika, no funny little crinkle jammer swastika substitute, just blue for the sky, green for the land, and white for the people who live in between.
But for some people, that's just not good enough.
We have to go into these long, weird debates and disputes over nothing.
If you want to get a look at what the real movement is like, check out VNN.
And imagine what would happen if that bunch of turkeys ever achieved state power, even for a short time.
Guys, the Northwest Migration and the Northwest Front has to be a force for unity, not more of this stupid, bird-brained argument about how many mettoids can dance on the head of a pin.
Now, I have to be honest with you.
Right now, the NF is the only game in town for anyone who's serious about the 14 words.
We have the plan, and we have the moral authority.
We'd bomb, so to speak.
There are a lot of people hanging around in the nether cyber reaches of the movement and elsewhere who don't like that fact.
The Lords of V Bulletin, for one, and various others who have a vested interest in the continuation of the existing status quo.
They view the NF as competition, and they're correct to do so.
They are bitterly jealous of the fact that we have this dynamic idea and these four great novels and that groovy new flag.
They sense a serious threat to their egos, in some cases a serious threat to their incomes.
And a serious threat to their positions of petty power and influence within the movement.
And again, they're correct in this.
We got the goods, they don't, and eventually they will all fade away, but any rat will fight for its life when cornered.
Do not underestimate the amount of trouble that these people can cause us, especially since we're still stuck in the movement internet bubble right now like an insect on a fly strip.
Once we can succeed in breaking out of the bubble and making inroads into the white community itself, especially here in the Northwest, it'll be a different story.
But in this early phase, when most of our listeners are also being exposed to all the gibberish from these other websites and from these dysfunctional personalities, it can be a real problem.
It can seriously affect support and morale.
Okay, I just...
Edited out a whole bunch of ad lib stuff about the movement in the 90s, which isn't relative, but suffice it to say that I really do wonder how I might have fared back then and how much I could have accomplished had I not been compelled to wade uphill through a sewer, hip deep in toxic waste, churned out by certain people who claim to believe as we do.
At some point, I think...
We really do need a kind of truth and reconciliation commission of some kind to conduct a full and impartial inquiry into everything that happened in our wee little movement from about 1990 on up to Pierce's death in 2002.
Yeah, like that's going to happen.
Never mind.
But do you see what I'm getting at, guys?
I have tried to build something while wading through all the toxic sludge that comes from the envious minds and the little people in our movement who don't want to see any progress if they can't lead it and see the long brown columns marching down the streets of their hometown yelling, Hi Larry, or whatever.
I would rather not go through that again.
And I'm a little bit concerned that this fifth novel could generate something like that.
Anyway, you guys get what I'm saying here about that fifth novel.
Those first four just kind of flowed out of my fevered brain, so to speak.
But number five would have to be very, very carefully constructed to try and avoid all these pitfalls about ideology and religion and the economy that would ruffle certain movement people's feathers and get this reaction of, oh, I don't want to fight and die for that kind of world.
Of course, what they mean is that they don't want to fight and die, period.
And that they would rather that the present situation continue than for them to undergo any personal risk or inconvenience.
But I would rather that my own work not give them any excuses.
Anyway, we'll have to see how this goes.
I'm not saying no, guys.
There may be a novel number five, whether I want to or not.
Maybe it'll just catch fire in my brain one day, and once that happens, I've pretty much got to write it out.
But we'll just have to see how it plays out.
Second music break.
Now, I haven't gone medieval on your ass for a while, so here's some liturgical music from 12th century Aquitaine.
Normally, this would be in Gregorian chant form, like all good medieval liturgical music is.
But apparently, in the south of France, there were a lot more laid back about these things, and provincial monks were actually allowed to use musical instruments in their church services.
This piece, which is called Congaudet, Hodai, or Hodia, I'm not quite sure how to pronounce that, something in Latin.
Anyway, it features the medieval ancestor of the violin.
It's an instrument called the rebeck, which, if memory serves, looks kind of like a cello, but with only one string.
This is the Sequentia Ensemble.
The Sequentia Ensemble
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CHOIR SINGS
We're finally starting to get enough people on the ground here in the homeland itself to where we can begin at least some small-scale local activity.
First of all, who and what are we?
The Northwest Front may best be described as a legal political movement that has been compelled by circumstances to act as if it were an illegal one.
Now, don't deceive yourselves.
Just because open white racial political activity is technically legal under the present system does not mean that it is safe.
It's true that on paper we still have certain rights, such as freedom of speech and the right to keep and bear arms, but the government of the United States does not want us exercising those rights and will punish us if we attempt to do so outside certain very narrow and strictly defined parameters.
In other words, if we exercise those rights in such a way as to threaten to bring about actual change.
But of course, being revolutionaries, that's exactly what we're trying to do.
And so everything we undertake carries the risk of triggering a response of institutional violence from the regime, and we have to be prepared for that.
I'll refer you to your white books for a description of the four-phase program and the Butler Plan, but in Phase 1, which we're in now, The activity of the party will have to consist primarily of the usual stuff, propaganda and persuasion, or to use the phrase so beloved of kosher conservatives, education.
This is because out here in the real world, we can't do anything else without committing suicide, at least not yet.
Northwest Front activists will have to use every available tool and medium to present the idea of Northwest independence to the white people living here.
And that includes printed material, newspapers, radio, television, most notably the internet, anything we can come up with.
But mostly we're going to have to rely on personal contact and one-on-one recruiting, which is probably the most important form of activism.
Open and legal political activism consists basically of two types of activity.
First off, there's propaganda activity to persuade people around to our point of view, and also sometimes to include psychological warfare against the enemy, which can be fun if it's dangerous.
And secondly, there's the recruiting of others into the party, either as activists or as assets.
Not members.
Remember, technically speaking, there is no Northwest Front, and something that doesn't exist can't have members.
We'll be working towards a number of short and long-term goals.
First off, we need to explain to our own people who we are, what we want, and how an independent Northwest Republic will benefit them.
Okay, we all know this can be a frustrating drag, and of course we all want to fast forward to the fun part, but there is simply no way we can get around the necessity of slogging away, pounding and pounding and pounding a few simple ideas into those wretched skulls full of mush sitting on top of most white people's shoulders.
We have to persuade others that we are right and the enemy is wrong.
People will not support us when the time comes for direct action if they do not know who we are and what we want.
They won't support us if they find us strange or threatening or weird, or if they've not been sufficiently disconnected from the television set to think for themselves and make their own judgments about us.
Now remember the second leg of the revolutionary tripod I'm always gabbling on about.
Withdrawal of the consent of the governed.
That is what we have to try and achieve.
Secondly, local NF organizing needs to stir the pot to exacerbate existing racial, social, and economic tensions.
Calm acceptance and logical debate is the enemy of revolution, and it could be the death of the entire white race.
You may note that on October the 30th, this asshole John Stewart is having a big rally in Washington, D.C. called Restore Sanity or something like that, and the main thing that he's pushing for is, oh, we've got to stop all the shouting.
We mustn't be so angry with one another.
Bullshit.
We do need to be angry.
We need to be angry with the government in Washington, and we need to remove it.
We do not need to be discussing things calmly and in a civil tone of voice with tyrants who want us all dead.
We have to get Joe Sixpack and Clueless off the fence.
We have to shake that fence so hard that the issues become quite clear to all of our racial kin.
You ever heard the term outside agitators?
Well, that's what we need to do, agitate.
The third goal is actually to undermine the government's power and authority, to eventually make rebellion and the establishment of a new nation possible.
We need to destroy the legitimacy of the current multiracial dictatorship, and we need to offer legitimate white government in its place.
The main fact of life for us from the beginning will be that there are so few of us.
It is ridiculous for us to attempt the same strategy and tactics as a mass movement would.
We don't have any masses.
This means no so-called rallies and public demonstrations.
We call these things and no one shows up.
Twenty-five people is not a rally.
It's simply an opportunity for the media to make fun of us and for law enforcement agencies and left-wing monitoring groups to update their photo files, while hundreds or sometimes even thousands of scum pelt us with garbage and scream obscenities at us while we're quite clearly being protected by the police.
This makes us look weak and contemptible, and rightly so.
We have to stop this business of making fools of ourselves in public and start acting like serious adults.
And above all, we must never appear to the public as weak or as potential victims.
We must use an organizational structure of small cells, ideally numbering no more than five or six people.
Each of these teams or crews will take action independently of the others.
I say again, the Northwest Front is a legal group that must act as if it were an illegal one.
Ideally, only long-time acquaintances with a known track record and a history of trustworthiness should make up an active cell of the Northwest Front.
But the thing is, conditions won't be ideal, and it's going to be necessary to recruit new crew members.
But this has to be done with tact and care.
It is precisely this type of cell-structured resistance movement that the enemy fears most, the kind of resistance that they've always been afraid we will succeed in putting together.
They love these so-called rallies and Aryan Nation-style congresses where they can get their informants circulating with cameras and take down license numbers, so forth and so on, where they can monitor things with electronic eavesdropping devices, so forth and blah, blah, blah.
The United States regime has no idea how to deal with this type of covert resistance movement.
They've never had to face it before.
Most of the so-called successes that the FBI has in allegedly arresting so-called Muslim terror cells in this country have been their usual kind of propaganda fabrications directed against innocent Apus from down at the Quickie Mart, set up by federal informants.
A cell-based resistance movement has no straight up-and-down command structure, so it can't be unraveled.
The cells are too small for the usual infiltration techniques to be effective in stopping the whole movement, and there are too many small crews to infiltrate.
A handful of dedicated political soldiers, no more than four or five, can create an impenetrable, cohesive, and effective weapon against the tyranny we face.
Every person who enters this movement has to understand that we are a national government in exile waiting to assume power in the vacuum that will be created when the United States finally succumbs to its own weakness and is no longer able to keep the lid on.
Okay, how does somebody get started?
First off, you have to live in the homeland.
I've told you before, your membership card is your zip code.
If you live in the homeland...
And you want to serve as a Northwest Front activist, then the first thing you need to do is get in touch with me.
You need to choose a name.
Not necessarily a real one, but the name you'll be known by in your Northwest work.
If you have a job to protect, as most of us do, I frankly recommend that you choose another name for your party work.
Only not something silly like Horst Eichmann or Eric Bloodaxe or any crap like that.
A normal-sounding name like John Jones or whatever.
You will need a physical mailing address of some kind.
A post office box is fine.
You can rent the post office box or private mailbox under Northwest Front or any other name you choose, but make sure that the post office people have been instructed to box mail sent to Northwest Front at that address.
You'll need an official email contact address.
I recommend that you don't use your own, but you go to Hotmail or Gmail or Yahoo and take the necessary three minutes to set up an NF email address such as nfspokane at yahoo.com or something like that.
Understand that both of these are public contact addresses and they will be given out to contacts and leads in your area and you will be expected to follow up on them.
That is what a unit is for.
If you're not willing to engage in cold contacts with people, don't volunteer.
We insist on some kind of physical mailing address more as a symbolic act than anything else, although, of course, you do need to have some kind of address where people can send mail and you can receive literature and various aids.
But mostly, the post office box is a symbolic step off the internet and back into the real world.
The Northwest Front is not VNN.
We are not a computer game.
We are a real-world movement with actual human beings involved who perform real physical acts besides tap on keyboards.
You won't get any kind of a title, at least not at first.
Form must follow function.
During Phase 1, the Northwest Front will provide the Northwest Migration Movement with a bare minimum necessary of form so that we can function.
By the by, you don't even have to call yourselves Northwest Front for public consumption if you don't want to.
For example, April Gaty in Kalispell doesn't use the name Northwest Front.
You can call your local chapter Northwest Riders in the Sky or the Sasquatch Society or whatever.
In fact, that might not be a bad idea in order to confuse federal and private monitoring groups like the ADL and the loathsome Morris D's.
Remember, the Northwest Migration and the Northwest Republic are not organizations or parties or individual people.
They are ideas, and as such may be kept alive in men's hearts alone when all else fails.
Burn this into your consciousness.
Zog cannot infiltrate an idea.
And when a white group starts acting like the Hardy Boys in their clubhouse and putting together too many empty titles and formalities and chief cooks and bottle washers, then all of a sudden the FBI are making their little mafia family-like flowcharts and organizational tables with guys' pictures in them.
Yes, they actually do that.
They did it on us at the Fort Smith Sedition Trial in 1988, with the information provided by informer and star witness, Frazier Glenn Miller.
It was all garbage, of course, but those little flowcharts, I'm sure, impressed the jury no end.
Not enough to convict, but still, you get the idea.
There will be only two levels in the NF organization table such as it is.
The first will be the local units on the ground.
There will also be some kind of general headquarters, which, realistically speaking, will be wherever I've set up my folding tables and hooked up my computer.
That urgently needs to change.
We need a real GHQ, but let's face it, if I can't persuade a single individual to come here and act as my personal assistant, it's going to be a long time before we can set up a proper GHQ and a staff.
Ideally, attached to the GHQ should be a couple of ancillary units like a Northwest Agency for White Immigration to the Homeland and a Publications and Propaganda Office supplying as much support to the local units as possible in the form of literature, knickknacks, t-shirts, tapes, CDs, flags, stickers, and so forth and so on.
But until that time comes, the bulk of the small items will probably have to be produced by the local units off their own bat.
There is as yet no need for state offices or regional offices or any kind of bureaucracy like that.
It doesn't take bureaucracy to move people northwest.
It takes solid work and commitment by real-life human beings who are willing to exert the effort.
Okay, third music break.
It's bagpipe time again.
So far, we've had the Highland bagpipes, the Irish Ulian pipes, and a few weeks ago, we had the English Northumbrian pipes.
This week, we get to hear the soulful blatting of the Breton pipes.
When the Saxons invaded Britain in the 6th century and began pushing the Celtic tribes back out of the bulk of the island, many of them fled north and became Scots, and many more fled west and became the Welsh.
But others who were more nautically inclined got on ships and fled from Britain altogether, across the channel to the Roman province of Armorica in what they called, at the time, Gaul, which later became France.
There were so many refugees from Britain who settled in the area that it eventually became known as the French province of Brittany, and the Bretons retained a good deal of their Celtic identity down through the centuries, including the bagpipes.
This is Sean Davy on the Breton pipes from the Pilgrim album, which was recorded at the Celtic Music Festival in Lorient, France, although I don't know who the orchestra is.
This is called "Dance Andro".
"Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro"
"Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro" "Dance Andro"
*applaudissements*
One reason why we're having such trouble getting our people to come home is that they expect to find a support system and a safety net already in place.
And when they find out that they're expected to be trailblazers, that they are expected to go first and weave the safety net and build a support system themselves, then all of a sudden they find all kinds of sound and pressing reasons why they just have to stay where they are for another couple of years.
But what about the people who are already here in the homeland?
A phenomenon we're looking at currently is that despite having two or three areas where we do have multiple bodies, the beginnings of actual communities, our people in the Northwest consist in many cases of lone individuals, isolated, usually destitute or at least financially struggling, and without any support system or resources.
It shouldn't be like that, but it is.
And it will continue to be like that until we change it.
I can see you guys now bending over the computer speakers waiting with bated breath for me to reveal to you the magic bullet which will suddenly cause dozens of people around you to become racially aware and join you in building a white revolution in the Northwest.
I'm sorry, but there isn't one.
Revolution is like anything else.
There is simply no substitute for long, hard work and determined persistence in pursuing your goal.
You will have to sift, sift, sift huge amounts of human sludge like a prospector looking for a flash of gold in his pan.
I keep hoping for an awakening that will produce actual homecoming in large numbers so I can call some of you guys up and give you the good news.
Hey, you got four new families just settled into your town.
But that hasn't happened yet.
It will, but I don't know when.
We have some people on this list who have been vowing and swearing to me that they'll be home next year for sure, next year for sure.
And they've been doing this since 2002, the year I came home myself.
And they're still sitting on their asses thousands of miles away.
This is why I tell people to read John LeCaire novels, so that they can pick up a few pointers and develop the whole mindset of the spy operating behind enemy lines.
If you're living in some small town in Idaho or Oregon, you're going to have to operate alone, possibly for a long time.
And we need to develop the skills and the techniques of personal recruiting so that you can build your own network of contacts and your own support system.
That's a subject all on its own for another time.
Don't worry, we're going to be getting into this a lot in the coming weeks and months.
But what do we do when we do get some reliable comrades, either through personally recruiting them or hopefully from incoming migration?
One essential practice that the Northwest movement has to adopt, which for some reason I've never understood we've always avoided, is the practice of living in communities.
And that means having our homes and making our lives within half an hour's drive of one another.
This business of trying to accomplish anything over personal computers separated by hundreds and thousands of miles has to cease.
It doesn't work.
And we need to stop doing things that don't work.
We have to prime the pump, so to speak, with incoming migration so that we really do create functioning communities and units, not just one person all alone with a post office box.
But we not only have to bring people to the Northwest, but we have to give them something to do when they get here.
Preferably something besides go back to sitting behind a computer terminal and playing.
They could have done that back in Keokuk or Cucamonga.
We don't want newcomers to arrive here and end up with the devil making work for idle hands.
One thing a new unit or community or whatever you want to call it will need to do is to prepare reception areas and set up absorption processes for new migrants.
And I repeat, at some point when the balloon goes up or when some kind of crisis or tipping point is reached, all of a sudden large numbers of white people are going to have some kind of epiphany and all of a sudden they're going to get it regarding this Northwest thing.
And we will be confronted with something like the old 1849 gold rush.
Although white people won't be coming here for gold, they'll be coming here for safety.
Once the rush starts, and it will, the NF units in the Northwest will be very much occupied with migrant absorption.
But they will also have the task of getting involved in party political and propaganda efforts, i.e.
traditional movement-type activity.
Now here's where it finally gets to the fun part.
Eventually, one of the big motivations for an active white nationalist to come home to the Northwest will be so that he or she can start getting involved in the racial and political activism that goes on in the homeland itself.
When we start generating some action and some buzz here in the Northwest, it will start capturing the attention of the rest of the racially conscious community, whose interest will be piqued, and who will want to get in touch with the people in the homeland and arrange their scouting trips, etc., so they can get in on the action.
As the Homeland Units get bigger and more active, more and more people from the racially conscious community around the country, the active ones who are looking for something serious to do, will get involved.
Local units will not only be responsible for bringing in and absorbing and motivating migrants, but also for educating, converting, and recruiting local people in their areas to the cause of Northwest independence.
As to the details of exactly what it is you're supposed to do, we'll get into all that in coming weeks, but I want to use this opportunity to ask you for your input on that very subject.
Now, I think from now on, we're going to have to have at least one segment of Radio Free Northwest every week devoted to local organizing here in the homeland.
You can send me emails, and I'll discuss your suggestions on the air here, but it would be much better if you were able to send me an MP3 audio file and we were able to hear your voice.
I'd like for us to get creative here in the Northwest.
We need new techniques to bring in new people and hopefully to achieve one of our main goals, that of getting responsible and serious publicity from the establishment media without making ourselves look ridiculous and without anybody getting killed.
Our propaganda operations here in the homeland will be many and varied.
For example, one of the main activities will be what the German National Socialist Underground refers to as Fahnenachtionen, flag actions.
Wherein various means will be found to display the blue, white, and green Northwest tricolor flag to the inhabitants of the Northwest, so that they come to recognize it as the flag of their own nationhood and a symbol of rebellion similar to the Confederate flag in the South.
This can be done through stickers, posters, street artistry, and of course the tricolor itself.
What we have to do is to approach this NF thing like Alcoholics Anonymous, i.e.
we take everything one day at a time.
We lay out a simple and achievable to-do list for our local unit.
A, B, C, D, etc.
And then we follow it and we don't wander.
We go from A to B to C to D, one step at a time.
Once we get that checklist of things we need to do completed, then we make another list and we do the same thing again.
And while we're dealing with all the small local stuff, hopefully the big picture will be catching up with us.
I'm going to close today.
With a quote from that fiery revolutionary of history, Calvin Coolidge.
I agree with Will Rogers, who said that Calvin Coolidge was one of the best presidents the United States ever had.
During his administration, he did absolutely nothing.
Not because he was lazy or incompetent, but because he had sense enough to realize that at that juncture in our history, nothing was what the American people wanted done.
Anyway, probably Coolidge's most famous quotation was something he said on the subject of persistence.
Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence.
Talent will not.
Nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent.
Genius will not.
Unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.
Education will not.
The world is full of educated derelicts.
Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.
The slogan, press on, has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.
Perhaps more than any quote from Adolf Hitler, we need to take those lines to heart.
For all our little movement's incredible history of dysfunctional behavior, gooboo and goat dancing, and space madness, and for all our almost endless straying of failures and defeats, for all our shrinkage to the point where we call 20 weirdos in strange costumes standing on a corner a rally,
and lately, for all our almost complete absorption into the overall lunacy of the internet, the fact is that we in the movement have actually achieved one notable and possibly We have survived.
65 years ago, historians and statesmen wrote National Socialism and Fascism and any kind of racial ideal out of the script.
They figured World War II was it.
The good guys lost and we were gone for good.
As extinct as the dinosaurs.
And while it's true that, like the dinosaurs, some of us seem to have brains the size of walnuts, the fact is that we're not extinct.
We're still here despite everything six and a half decades of liberal democracy and Zionism could do to exterminate us.
They have the power and the money and the numbers and the guns, but we have something they don't, something they can never have, and that's the truth.
I know that sounds cliche, but cliches become cliches because they're true.
Now, granted, our side's monopoly on the truth hasn't gotten us much in the past.
With truth on your side and a dollar, you can back up coffee at McDonald's.
But suppose, just suppose, we can ever actually get our act together and start comporting ourselves in the manner of serious adults again, huh?
Then, with the truth on our side, we can bring these dogs down.
Well, our time's up, and so that's it for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 4856.
Seattle, Washington, 98194.
Or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Andaban.
Freedom!
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