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Feb. 10, 2011 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Push your vocal, push 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 must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, 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 more roar for signal, token, whistle up and marching 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, For your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night, Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warming light, Warmers passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew, And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
It's February the 10th, 2011.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Radio Free Northwest.
First, an update on the Edgar Steele case.
So far as I know, the trial is still scheduled to begin on Monday, March the 7th, nine months after Steele was arrested, although there may be some developments on that front by the time you hear this program.
It would appear that at the last minute, Steele has finally found himself an actual private attorney from Denver who's willing to take the case, either because Cindy was able to raise enough money to buy a little justice, or else because the attorney's doing it pro bono because he wants to make a name for himself in legal circles by defeating a federal fabrication.
Now that's always a feather in a defense lawyer's cap.
In any event, Ed is at least trying to dump his court-appointed attorney, but he has to get permission from the judge, apparently, which strikes me as bizarre in a system that's supposed to care about defendants' rights.
But, hell, we all know that went by the board a long time ago.
Me, I always thought you had the right to counsel of your choice, assuming, of course, you had the many thousands of dollars necessary to pay the fees, but I guess not.
Ed has a hearing this week to get the judge's permission to change attorneys.
Don't know how that's gone so far.
And I may not hear before the show deadline.
The last media comment I saw was one from the court-appointed attorney who said that the trial might be postponed.
The judge could postpone it on Saturday, March 5th, and no one would know until they showed up in court and found a note taped on the courtroom door.
I've heard of that happening.
I don't think the prosecution wants to try this case, because it would mean that they'd actually have to put Larry Fairfax on the stand and let him be cross-examined about this weird bonehead story he's been telling.
And if this guy from Denver is even halfway competent, the U.S. attorney definitely does not want that to happen.
There's all kinds of crap that might happen between now and then.
Like the old saying goes, there's many a slip twixt the cup in the lip.
Okay, before we get started, a few housekeeping kind of comments on the show itself.
My guy who does the sound editing has been pulling his hair out over the past few weeks because of the lousy sound quality of the raw files I'm sending him.
Due to the fact that I don't have access to a proper soundproofed studio, and in the raw audio I sent him, there's all kinds of background noise.
Hissing, squeaking, slurping, burping, zombies moaning for brains, that kind of stuff.
He recommended that this time around I practically eat the microphone, get right down on top of the spit guard, and damn near bellow into the mic so that at least my voice will drown out all the crap in the cars outside and the raving drunks in the parking lot, so forth and so on.
I don't want to actually yell into the mic, but I'm going to be really crowding it tonight, so if this week's show ends up sounding a little bit odd, maybe that's why, because I'm right on top of the microphone.
A quick note to those of you who keep sending me song recommendations for the music portion of this program.
Guys, please, don't just send me YouTube URLs saying, Hey, Harold, this is really cool.
Why don't you play this on your show?
Well, maybe it is really cool, and maybe I'd like to play it on my show, but guys, I do not have the necessary software or the skills to rip soundtracks off YouTube videos and convert them into MP3.
Yes, I know, some of you have sent me directions on how to find such software, and in some cases, you sent me the software itself, and thank you very much.
But one of the many things that I no longer have the time to do is to sit down behind my computer for long hours and try to puzzle out how to use new software.
I'm an old dog and it's very hard to teach me new tricks, especially when I have to sit down all alone and read some tutorial or some book of instructions, either in print or online.
I know I should be able to understand all this technical stuff and it's not like I'm totally computer illiterate.
It's just that my mind seems to be stuck on Windows 98 Second Edition.
And since that did everything I wanted done, I've just never been able to get all that interested in all these upgrades and all this new stuff.
More and more as I get older, I swear to God, these things might as well be written in Mandarin Chinese for all I can understand them.
They always seem to assume that you already know certain basic terms and that you have certain basic points of reference down and that you already possess certain fundamental facts and knowledge of the subject, which is something I think computer geeks do deliberately when they're writing those directions so they can continue to feel superior to other people by making you ask all kinds of stupid questions.
And they can show how brilliant they are and how much better they are than us mere peasants.
So, guys, if you have a music selection, please send me the MP3 itself, or refer me to a site where it can be downloaded as a straight MP3 file, and I don't have to screw around with trying to scavenge soundtracks off YouTube videos.
Amazon.com is good for video download.
I don't mind paying 99 cents for a good music cut for the show.
If it's something on a YouTube clip, as I know a lot of this material is, then please do the ripping yourselves and send me the soundtrack in MP3 form only.
Look, most of you people are never going to do jack shit.
You're going to sit there hunkered down behind your computers in Toronto and Tampa and Albany and Houston and never do a damn thing except tap-a-tap-a-tap on a keyboard.
While you tremble in terror that somebody may find out you think racial thoughts and you may lose your precious job, which you probably hate worse than anything in the world, but you're just too timid and frightened to pack the moving van and come here to the homeland and start over.
Now don't worry.
I get that.
I've always gotten that.
What I'm doing here is sifting, sifting, sifting, sifting, panning for gold dust in a river of toxic waste, looking for that one man or woman in a hundred among you who's different and who still has the old aging, one of the few remaining white people on earth who really is capable of responding in the way that actual men respond to a challenge.
But that isn't most of you, and I understand that.
Now, many of you say that you want to help.
Okay, this is one way that you can help from behind your computers.
I need you guys to give me a hand and start doing things for me.
I'm never going to get through to you sufficiently to get your actual ass physically here where you belong, but at least you can make yourself useful.
Don't send me things that I have to do and software that I have to puzzle out.
Send me finished products I can just drop into the slot and use.
In this case, either a complete MP3 audio file or else suggestions as to where I can find and download such files from Amazon or some other source.
I'm not one of these fanatic web heads that absolutely must get everything for free or it's no good.
Like I said, I don't mind paying 99 cents to Amazon for a good piece of music.
On another topic from last week, a lot of you have asked me what's going on with the alleged bomb plot where some so-called quote-unquote alert city workers in Spokane found a backpack in a Martin Lucifer Coon parade that was supposedly packed with explosives of some undetermined kind.
It was what the FBI described as a quote-unquote highly sophisticated device.
A highly sophisticated device that had wires sticking out of it.
So that the, uh, alert city workers could find it.
Well, almost a month later, this incident seems to have dropped completely off the radar.
I just googled all over, and the last media report I could find was dated January the 27th on CNN, wherein the FBI made the statement that the mom contained rat poison.
Well, I didn't know that rat poison was explosive, although maybe I'm wrong on that.
Maybe there is some kind of rat poison that'll blow the little critters up instead of making them sick.
The FBI also said that they had no suspects, and that was about two weeks ago.
So, who knows just what the hell is really going on here.
Alright, I will concede the possibility that this might be some kind of genuine act of resistance.
Maybe some weird old coot living out in the woods and hearing voices from Ronald Reagan in his head made a bomb that didn't go off.
And whether that's the case or not, they may still frame some white male eccentric of that kind.
But personally, I think it was just somebody at the Spokane FBI office getting worried about budget cuts since we're approaching the end of the government's fiscal year.
Or else it was some special agent who got one too many DUIs and he's about to get transferred to Nome, Alaska, and so they made up this mad bomber hoax to keep the federal bucks flowing in the next fiscal year or save some agent's job who just doesn't want to have to sell up and get moved around to Devil's Outhouse, Texas or the depths of Harlem or whatever.
This strikes me as the kind of case that the Bureau would love to keep open for a while.
After all, it doesn't really make much sense to cut budget and manpower from an FBI office if you've got a mad racist bomber on the loose, now does it?
Okay, first email from Arland in Great Britain, dear HAC.
I was honored that you played my song on RFN number 52. I'm learning a lot from the podcasts and have started to read the brigade.
Question, is there any value in posting flyers?
Okay, I'm pretty sure I've gone over this before, but I can't remember when, so I'll hint it again.
Bear in mind, Arland, that I am speaking from an American viewpoint here, and our situation is very different from yours in the UK.
A lot of tactics having to do with a mass movement will work in Europe, but they won't work here, because basically our country is too big, and the quality of our people is frankly too poor.
What you're talking about, Arland, in the American context is what's come to be known as littering.
The Internet has replaced virtually all physical white racial acts of any kind over here.
From what I hear, even the little three- and four-man Klan groups in the South don't have cow pasture rallies anymore.
They build websites, and I think that's the way the establishment likes it.
It's gotten to the point where almost any physical act of free speech or symbolic free speech is now being investigated as a hate crime by the regime's secret police apparati.
One example would be that guy in North Idaho I mentioned a few weeks ago who picketed a taco stand wearing an Aryan Nation-style costume, and the next thing you know he's got blue lights rolling up in his driveway trying to connect him to the so-called Spokane bomb I spoke of just now.
For another example, if you want to see FBI agents in your hometown, go to a Walmart or a toy store and buy a stuffed or plastic toy monkey of some kind.
Curious George, something like that.
And then get some twine and make a noose.
And hang the monkey someplace where a nigger or a liberal can see it.
Guarantee you, you'll have FBI out on the next plane from D.C. because that's a hate crime now.
I am not making this up.
A couple of years ago, there was a whole spate of toy monkey hangings around the country, including one in a fire station somewhere, if memory serves.
And the FBI created a whole task force at an expense to the taxpayer of God knows how many hundreds of thousands of dollars.
To investigate and catalog and seek federal civil rights indictments against parties unknown for the horrible hate crime of suspending a child's toy from a string where a politically protected minority could see it.
These are the people who rule us.
And you wonder how I can seriously accuse them of making up a hoax and planning a fake bomb in order to prevent budget cuts to one of their local offices?
But in a way, I kinda get it.
The point I'm trying to make here is that whoever was hanging those monkeys, it was a physical act, something that was done in the real world and not on the Internet, something that was done in secret by someone who is unknown to the authorities, and that's what frightens the power structure, not the specific details of the case.
Even these jackasses in the silk suits know that a monkey hanging on a piece of twine is no threat to anybody.
It's the principle of the things, white males doing something that has racial symbolism outside of the Internet, out here in the real world, where they can't be monitored and identified and watched and assessed and where no one knows who they are.
That's what really frightens our lords and masters.
Internet anonymity they don't mind because the FBI can always track down an IP address and identify who's using a particular computer.
But real anonymity bothers the hell out of them.
Makes them paranoid when they don't know who's thinking what and who's doing what in the dead of night.
Which is why I recommend we avoid the whole costume and sign on the street corner thing.
I like the thought of our enemies being paranoid about us for a change.
Okay, believe it or not, Arland, I'm at least rambling in the general direction of answering your question.
What's been taking place in this country over the past 15 or 20 years has developed into a technique which is referred to by movement people as littering.
And no, I'm not making that up because that's what it's called, and frankly, that's what it is.
The National Alliance used to be very big on littering.
It was a standard technique of theirs and may still be for all I know.
The trouble is, it depends on a symbiotic relationship that they developed with the Southern Poverty Law Center.
Here's how it works.
An activity group of anywhere from one to three people goes out at night with a few hundred leaflets, preferably in decent weather so the leaflets don't get rained on and go all soggy and unreadable, and they throw the leaflets on the ground on people's sidewalks, or in some cases, if they're especially daring, they tiptoe up on someone's porch in the dark and they drop it on the porch.
One hint about these kinds of activity, by the way, never ever put anything in an actual mailbox that does not have a postage stamp on it.
That is a federal crime, and yes, they will send task forces of postal inspectors and FBI agents looking for anyone who does that.
It's happened before.
This is one of those absurd little laws that if you don't watch it, you'll trip over like tripping over your own shoelaces.
Not so much because they're concerned about people getting racial literature in their mailboxes, but so that they have an excuse to harass and annoy white nationalists.
And if possible, arrest you on some bullshit beef, not even so much to send you to prison, but so that they can get your photo and your fingerprints and add you to the list of usual suspects.
They hate not knowing who we are.
It drives them around the twist.
The police and federal political agencies will use any excuse at all to open a file on you, to get you into the system as they put it.
Petty arrests like this are referred to by feds and police as lifestyle busts.
Petty arrests whose sole purpose is to make you into a criminal, even if only a petty criminal, just to give you a record, get your prints and photo and DNA, and from that point on, you're in the system and you'll be under surveillance in one form or another for the rest of your life.
Kind of like forest rangers tagging ducks and bears and coyotes in the wild so that they can be tracked.
This is one reason why you don't want to be picked up on a simple leaflet distribution.
It's not illegal as such, unless you vandalize or trespass on posted land or some petty crap like that, but it gets you into the system, and you don't want to be there.
First music break.
Some time ago, I introduced you folks to the English version of the bagpipe called the Northumbrian Pipes.
This is Catherine Tickle.
And the tune is called Welcome Home.
Welcome Home.
Okay, getting back to littering.
Our little racial group, usually the National Alliance, tosses out a few hundred leaflets onto lawns or front porches or drops them on a driveway.
The sun comes up and out comes Joe Sixpack in his pajamas to get his newspaper and he finds the racial leaflet.
Now, he may just ball it up and toss it, but more often than not, our householder freaks out.
He immediately calls the cops and screams about wicked, evil, racist leaflets on his lawn.
Not so much because he's anti-racist himself.
Very few whites are, not really, but because he's afraid that if he doesn't report it, someone in authority will ask why he didn't, and he might quote-unquote get into trouble.
White Americans are conditioned from birth to understand that there are certain kinds of quote-unquote trouble that they must not get into, because it could threaten their material wealth and their place in the herd, and that includes anything at all to do with race.
This is why you always see whites physically turning away and fleeing the area any time that there is any kind of scene going on, violent or otherwise, that looks like it might become racial.
I'm sure we've all noticed this phenomenon.
Any time that there is anything racial happening, most whites don't just keep silent.
They attempt to physically flee, to get out of the area, to get away from the horrible thing that they're not even supposed to think about, much less speak about.
Whites have been socially engineered all their lives that the entire concept of race must be avoided, must never be addressed, it must never be acknowledged even to exist.
I described a situation like this in my novel A Distant Thunder, in the scene where Shane first meets the great love of his life, Rooney Wingfield.
By the way, that scene in the book was based on a real incident that happened long ago and which I personally witnessed.
Also, you would be amazed at how many white people in this country genuinely believe that racism or white nationalism of any kind is actually illegal, and they ask the police to come and take the leaflets that they found on their property away because they're afraid to be in possession of them.
Most white people probably wouldn't mind having a little stash of marijuana, but they're afraid of getting caught in possession of anything that might be construed as racist.
Okay, so everyone's now screaming about the leaflets that have mysteriously appeared on people's lawns and in their driveways, and the local media pick up on it, which is, of course, the object of the exercise in the eyes of the National Alliance or whoever's doing the littering, to validate their existence.
Almost all white nationalists, except for the Northwest Front, need to achieve this kind of validation, of having the media acknowledge that we exist.
It's kind of an American Idol-style mentality.
Everybody wants to get their 15 minutes of fame.
Remember, the white mindset is that if you're not on TV, then you're not real.
Many of us have a psychological need to see ourselves on TV so that we can prove to ourselves that we're real, which is one reason why people still dress up in costumes and wave signs, anything to get those TV cameras on them, even if only for a minute.
Usually, these leafleting or littering activities I'm talking about will generate maybe 30 seconds of local television time in one or two slots, and maybe five or six column inches on the inside of the local newspaper, for those who still read newspapers.
And the media will usually name the group putting out the leaflets, National Alliance more often than not.
And sometimes they'll even give the location as Hillsborough, West Virginia, or whatever the local chapter address is, although they will very rarely provide enough information for people actually to locate and contact the group.
Now, bear in mind that the media knows what the game is.
They can read you like a book when they do this kind of thing.
They know what you're trying to do, and they will almost never cooperate by giving out enough information to allow white people to contact the group directly.
For instance, a couple of weeks ago, when Rachel Maddow ran a screenshot of our Northwest Front website on her own blog, she did not give the actual URL or provide an actual link to northwestfront.org.
Now, we did, of course, experience an influx of hits, but only from those people who saw her blog and were sufficiently curious to Google us and find out where we were.
Anyway, getting back to your 30 seconds of airtime on the local news and your five or six column inches in the local newspaper you'll get from your leaflet littering.
At least half of that airtime, or those column inches, will be given over to a spokeshole for the Southern Poverty Law Center, sometimes Mark Potok himself, or else one of his flunkies.
Now, this is what I mean when I say that the National Alliance and other groups who do this develop a symbiotic relationship with the SPLC, in that they both feed off the same publicity host, but they need each other to do so.
What the SPLC has managed to do for so-called racism is achieve the same position that the ADL has always had for quote-unquote anti-Semitism.
Although, like the SPLC and racism, their definition of what constitutes anti-Semitism is pretty broad.
The SPLC are now the official go-to guys for the media on anything to do with so-called racism.
And most television stations and newspapers have an actual formal protocol or policy that no coverage or quotation is ever To be given from any white racial group without equal time being given to the Southern Poverty Law Center.
The greatest example of this I can think of is if you ever saw the television series The West Wing, they actually use the Southern Poverty Law Center as their official, you know, anti-racism character, blah, blah, blah.
I won't get into the plot, but this just shows you how pervasive this has become.
The SPLC has worked its way into being part of the ruling class.
I suspect that when we in the Northwest Front reach the point where we're getting system media coverage, and either I or other NF spokesmen are being quoted in any article or soundbite, we'll most likely observe the same phenomenon.
A quote from Potok or some other kite from the SPLC will always follow everything that we say.
That's another media technique.
The liberals on the left are always allowed to have the last word in any article or soundbite covering white nationalism.
Anyway, for many years, this was pretty much the only way that the National Alliance ever got any system of media publicity at all.
That, and they would occasionally purchase advertising space on billboards that would get some media publicity, then whoever owned the billboard would take the ad down.
That, as well, of course, was accompanied by a quote from the Southern Poverty Law Center in the media.
Now, none of the above means that I am down on leaflet distribution.
Rather, the contrary.
I think it's potentially a very useful activity, but not because of the recruits you'll get.
You won't get much of any.
Let me explain what I mean when I say that.
Back in the day, pre-internet, when the NSPA in North Carolina had some actual boots on the ground, and we did things in the real world rather than on a computer screen, we would club together, and every three or four months, or however long it took us to raise the money, We'd buy about 10,000 copies of Ed Thiel's Thunderbolt newspaper, which later became the truth at last.
We would then take a rubber stamp bearing the phone number of our recorded White Power hotline in Raleigh, and we'd stamp that on the newspapers, and then we'd take about 10,000 of our own NSPA leaflets, with a swastika on them, of course, and we would roll up the newspapers, each with a leaflet inside, and we'd band them with small rubber bands, which we could buy at an office supply place, and then we'd load up cardboard boxes and bags with the rolled-up newspapers.
One night...
Usually a Saturday night after we had our weekly meeting at the Pierce Street and North Street headquarters.
Yeah, we had buildings and meeting rooms in those days.
You can do that when you have actual people all living in the same area and not hiding behind computer screens hundreds of miles apart.
Anyway, that night we'd plan out our routes on a map of Raleigh or some small town in Wake County like Carey or Wendell, and we'd go out in teams of two or three people in cars or pickup trucks, and we would do the old midnight hate-run trick.
You'd be amazed at how quickly we were able to get rid of thousands of those newspapers onto people's lawns and porches, usually around an hour.
And then we'd all go back to the headquarters and eat take-out pizza and get drunk and boogie till dawn.
Well, the Nazi equivalent thereof.
Now, I always did a statistical analysis on those distributions in that I kept track of how many pieces of literature we distributed and made a note of how many responses we got to our post office box.
Which was how we made contact in those days, the good old-fashioned U.S. mail.
A couple of times I put my phone number on the items, but all that I got was a few obsessed hecklers who'd call and call for weeks at a time at all hours, screaming obscenities in the phone, and so that's not an effective means of communication.
It worked out to roughly one inquiry to the post office box per 5,000 pieces of literature, and of those inquiries, I can't offhand remember anyone who joined the party and stuck with it.
Because they found a leaflet or a newspaper on their lawn.
So don't expect leaflet distribution to be an effective tool for actually recruiting new people.
It isn't.
Really, nothing is an effective tool for real recruiting of actual people.
My experience is that nobody actually commits to this cause until they have undergone a spiritual transformation, a kind of dark night of the soul.
There are a lot of things that can cause that, but finding a leaflet on your lawn isn't one of them.
But all in all, those were pretty good times, and that's one purpose that leafleting can serve.
When you successfully pull off an activity like that, it's quite a morale builder.
You do get a sense of accomplishment.
When you're getting your people agitating about how, we gotta do something, we gotta do something, well, this is one of the things you can do.
Rather than put on a costume and go out and stand on a street corner with a sign and get your picture taken by the police so that they can open a file on you.
Also, remember what I said before about the Northwest Front being a legal organization that must act as if we are an illegal one because of the fact that we're exercising rights that the government of the United States doesn't want us to exercise, and accordingly, we're a persecuted minority in many ways.
This kind of leafleting activity can be an excellent training exercise for...
Other kinds of activity which we may need in the future.
Think about it.
You get a team together in a covert location.
You load them up with the weapons and ammunition they'll need, i.e.
your leaflets or your rolled up newspapers or your stickers, whatever you got.
You plan your quote-unquote attack in advance, targeting a specific area.
Make a note of things like police patrols, security cameras, that sort of stuff.
And then you move out into the night.
You stage your propaganda attack, and then you E&E back to your base.
You assemble, you strike, and then you break contact with the scene and successfully make it back to your base without being detected by the police.
You get what I'm talking about here?
One last comment on leafleting and indeed all propaganda activities like this.
Every piece of white racial literature is precious.
It is meant for our own people.
Never waste one single item of it playing pranks on niggers.
We have nothing to say to niggers and nothing to do with them.
Don't play pranks on them with our literature.
Don't hang monkeys in your school or firehouse.
Don't waste your time.
And it's not because we're scared of the FBI charging us with hate crime.
We literally have nothing to say to blacks.
They're animals and biologically incapable of understanding anything we have to say, even if we were to try.
Everything we do is not about them.
It's about us.
We are not speaking to niggers or Mexicans or Jews.
We're speaking to our own people and only our own people.
Okay, second music break.
I have a confession to make, guys.
If I had been born in 1853 instead of 1953, and if I'd been a working-class individual under old-style Victorian capitalism, working in a textile mill or a factory or a mine or on the railways, I probably would have been an early socialist.
That's the pre-Marxist socialist, an IWW type.
Capitalism in the 19th and the early 20th century was really nasty.
They had children working in mines and mills and factories for 14 hours a day, getting crushed by the machinery, so forth and so on.
Everybody lived in what was called company towns in the coal fields of the shadow of the factory.
You can still see some of these towns in Connecticut and throughout the South.
Where the local factory or the mill owned all the houses and the company store and whole white families spent their entire lives in debt.
It was a form of slavery.
And in fact, some historians have maintained that mill workers in New England were treated worse than slaves and later worse than black sharecroppers in the South.
Anyway, in the 1870s, in the coal fields of Pennsylvania, there arose an armed resistance movement among the mostly Irish miners who fought against bad working conditions, the non-existent safety regulations, the piss-poor pay, and the arrogance of the foremen and the bosses.
And by the way, a lot of those coal owners and company directors were Jews, just like a lot of the cotton factors in the South who took advantage of the sharecropper system after the war were Jews.
Now, these Irish resistance fighters and early trade unionists in the Pennsylvania coalfields formed a secret society called the Mully Maguires.
This is Harrow the Dog.
If you stand in the dark with your ear to the wind, you'll hear the sound of money.
Deep in the dark of that old mine shaft, you smell the smoke and the fire, and the murder low in the mine.
Let me tell you, me boys, Michael Doyle is my name.
I come from Harvard County.
I shot the boss of the Legsford mine.
My soul is up for a bounty.
And I will die with my head held high.
I fought for the men below The men who worked and fight and died Down in that black hellhole.
I'm tailed by boys, my gutter against my name.
I'm hangin' high in the morning.
I shot Jack Jones for a skid in my bones.
I tell the sound of morning And I will die with my head out high I thought for the men below The men of birth and fire and die Down in the black hill Well I tell you my boys Alex Campbell is my name
Lucas, too dear I thought you were Then I will fall from the Kalos wall To be in my demon choir Yes, I will die with my head out high I thought for the men below The men who hurt and fight and die
the burn Next email from Jonathan in Dublin, Ireland.
Dear HAC, in A Distant Thunder, one of your characters mentioned a trade credit scheme used in Third Reich era, Germany.
Do you think you could elaborate on this and how it will be implemented in the Northwest American Republic in a future installment of Radio Free Northwest?
Okay, I'm going to get into this in more detail in Novel No.
5, Freedom's Sons, but I'll give you folks a brief rundown here.
The Third Reich was extremely fortunate in that they had as the head of the Reichsbank, and if memory serves as Minister of Finance later on, a financial genius named Helmar Schacht.
What Schacht and his people managed to do was to find a way to break the Jewish usury banking system for the first time in several centuries.
This is a very complex subject, and all I can give you here is the bare bones, but bearing in mind that all of this is very oversimplified, here's how it works.
Let's take a very simple example.
Brazil has coffee, and Germans like to drink coffee when they're not drinking beer.
Germany manufactures tractors.
And Brazilian farmers and ranchers need tractors to clear the jungle and raise cattle and grow things.
Coffee, among other things.
Obviously, you've got an import-export possibility here.
Now, under the old pre-1933 system, which is also the way things are done today thanks to World War II, a German company wanting to import Brazilian coffee goes to a Jewish bank in Frankfurt, most likely the Rothschilds, and they borrow money at interest.
They buy the coffee and have it shipped to Hamburg.
They sell it at a profit, and they pay back the loan to the Jewish bankers, who also make a profit via the interest on the loan.
In Brazil, a company that wants to buy German tractors also goes to a Jewish bank in Rio de Janeiro, possibly the Brazilian branch of the Rothschilds.
And they also take out a loan at interest in order to buy the tractors in Germany, have them shipped to Brazil.
They sell the tractors and pay back the loan to the Brazilian Jew bank, who wet their beak on the interest.
You get the idea.
The capitalists and importers and, of course, the Jews all make a nice, tidy profit, and everybody's happy except for the Brazilian farmers and the Germans in the cafes in Berlin and Munich, who end up paying a lot more than they should for a cup of coffee or a tractor.
Now, this is how capitalism works, essentially.
It squeezes money or capital out of the lower ranks of society and forces it upward.
Concentrating it in the hands of the capitalists and the bankers, until you have a situation such as exists today in the West, where 1% of the population controls 98% of the wealth.
Now, it happens that Helmar Schacht was not only a financial genius, he was also a dedicated national socialist.
And he figured out a way to completely remove the whole Jewish international banking system from the financial equation.
My own personal opinion has always been that this was probably the real reason for the Second World War.
What Schacht did was to establish a system of trade credits operating through the Reichsbank, whereby through complex and arcane methods of calculation, for almost any business transaction, an equivalency could be found whereby commerce could be conducted without reference to the Jewish banks and their interest-bearing loans.
There were two ways that this could be done.
The simplest and most common way would be for the German tractor and the Brazilian coffee company to both go to the Reichsbank.
Figure out an appropriate exchange value for their respective products so that no one lost on the deal, and simply have the Reichsbank handle all the financing interest-free, which benefited both parties, and I gather most transactions were of that nature.
But sometimes a kind of international barter system would be used, wherein the Brazilians and the Germans would agree to exchange 100 tractors for 1,000 tons of coffee or whatever they figured was an appropriate equivalency.
then they'd ship to one another in a cashless transaction.
The Reichsbank would then credit both companies in the form of trade credits, so that instead of just importing and exporting willy-nilly, there would be an exchange.
And both the Brazilian and the German company would get their merchandise, which they would then proceed to sell and thus earn their monetary profit.
The companies benefited, and the consumers of both nations benefited as well.
I see what I'm getting at.
Now, take that one example and complicate it by about 50 countries and thousands of individual transactions every year, and you get some ideas to how Germany rolled economically under National Socialism, at least as far as foreign trade went.
The main point, though, is that the Jew no longer got to wet his beak.
If this idea had caught on, the entire Jewish international banking system would have collapsed, and the financial base of the Jewish world empire would have been wiped out in very short order.
The Jews and their sock puppets, like Winston Churchill and Franklin Delano Roosevelt, could never afford to let that happen.
Now you know why all those countless millions of people had to die between 1939 and 1945.
And now you know why Helmar Schacht was hanged at Nuremberg for so-called crimes against humanity.
The Northwest American Republic is going to have a lot of things that people around the world are going to want.
Natural resources like timber and paper pulp, minerals, so forth and so on.
As I mentioned last week, the capitalist world is starting to stumble on food production now.
And the republic will be a food-producing nation like Rhodesia and South Africa used to be.
So the world will want our agricultural products like grain, soybeans, corn, cattle, meat, and dairy-producing livestock.
Now I know you've all had a Montana steak at one time or another, but ever eaten a Tillamook cheese?
Or Washington chicken or Idaho potatoes?
In fact, I believe Idaho presently produces the bulk of the potatoes used for French fries in almost all fast food restaurants in this country.
Besides our natural resources and produce, the Northwest Republic will have an economy based on actual production.
And once we get our numbers up, we will have a young, highly trained and educated workforce that will place us in the top rank of world manufacturing countries.
Eventually, we'll be making everything from steel to automobiles to new energy technology, pioneering medicine, medical breakthroughs, electronics, you name it.
And because of our homogenous population, our efficiency, and our Aryan work ethic, our products will be the best in the world.
Everyone is going to want what we have.
And presuming we can also build a major military deterrent to keep the rest of the sick and depleted world from coming in and stealing it, they'll have to trade for it.
All of this will take a generation to accomplish at least, but eventually will be the leading economy in the world.
Of course, we still do have that one little obstacle to overcome, the revolution.
Remember that?
Kind of hard to accomplish that with people who are sitting behind computers all over the world and who aren't even here in the homeland.
Come on, people, you need to get your act together and get your ass up here.
Now, speaking of industrialization...
Tell you what, for our third music break, we'll take another trip back into our labor history, and I'll play you some vibes from the West Virginia cold troubles of the 1920s.
This is from a movie called Make One, and yeah, I know, it's a very lefty flick in some ways with that stupid nigger James Earl Jones.
Like I said before, we have to learn to accept that nothing perfect is ever going to come out of Hollywood, and we have to sort of cherry pick and pick and choose the good parts of most of their offerings.
Nonetheless, this is a flick that I recommend so that you folks can get a better idea of all the things that our people have been through since we arrived on this continent.
Plus, it has one of the greatest gunfight scenes I think was ever filmed by Hollywood.
The spoken parts here are by an old West Virginia mountain man named J.F. Lilly, and the song is sung by an old mountain woman named Hazel Dickens, neither of whom, I might add, are professional actors, and both of whom lived through these events as children.
It were 19 and 20 in the southwest field and things was tough.
The miners was trying to bring a union to West Virginia, and the coal operators and their gun thugs was set on keeping them out.
Them was hand-loading days.
They paid you by the ton, and they didn't care no more for a man than they done for a draft mule.
Them was hard people.
Your coal miners then, they wasn't nobody who wanted to cross.
So push come to shove, and pretty soon we had us a war down there in Mingo County, which in them days was known as Bloody Mingo.
And that's where it all come to a head.
There on Tug Fork, in the town of Matewan.
You can tell them in the country, tell them in the town.
For miners down in Mingo lay their shovels down.
We won't pull another pillow load another ton.
Or lift another finger till the union we have won.
Stand up, boy!
Let the bosses know.
Turn your buckets over, turn your lanterns low.
There's fire in her heart and fire in her soul, but there ain't gonna be no fire in the hole.
*music*
Well, daddy died a minor, grandpa he did too.
I'll bet this coal will kill me for my workin' days is through.
And I'll hold the stark and dirty and early grave confined.
I'll plan to make a union for the ones I'll leave behind.
Stand up, boys, let the bosses know.
Turn your buckets over, turn your lantard full, Far in her hearts and far in her soul, But there ain't gonna be no far in the hole, There ain't gonna be no far in the hole.
The End
The End There was a trial, but there wasn't nobody going to pass guilty on Sid Hatfield in Mingo County.
Sid got married to Mayor Testerman's widder, and then the Baldins, they caught him unarmed, walking up the steps of the McDowell County Courthouse down in Welch.
They shot fifteen bullets into him, right in broad daylight.
Then C.E. Lively stepped in and put one right through his skull.
Wasn't even a trial on that one.
That were the start of the Great Coal Field War, and us miners took the worst of it like Joe said we would.
It's just one big union the whole world over, Joe Keenehan used to say.
And from the day of the Mate One Massacre, that's what I preached.
That was my religion.
We buried Joe Keenehan with her own.
My mama, she thought he wouldn't never stay.
But now he's with us for always laying up here in these West Virginia hills.
I know a lot of you wish I'd stick to the usual nigger-nigger-nigger kind of material that so often passes for political thought in the movement.
I know that discussion of our own faults and weaknesses makes a lot of you restless and uncomfortable.
It's usually put to me something like, you're such a brilliant writer, Harold.
Why don't you fight the real enemy instead of just attacking other white people?
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
It's so much easier with so much better a feel-good factor to blame the Jews or Obama or the government or anyone outside our own people.
Anyone outside our own hearts and souls for what's happened to us and what's happened to the magnificent world we made and we once ruled.
Well, I'm afraid I'm going to bore you again with all that spiritual stuff.
Not that there hasn't been progress.
Some, anyway.
It used to be that getting anyone in the movement to admit that we just might be partially to blame for our lack of success was like pulling teeth.
After 50 years of failure, though, the handwriting is now on the wall in such large, flaming letters that it's pretty much impossible to ignore.
Virtually everyone involved in racial nationalist activity will now pay lip service, at least, to the idea that there's something very badly flawed within our own ranks.
Now, where the frantic, stubborn, and sometimes almost hysterical resistance kicks in is when I and a few other iconoclastic types attempt to get specific about what is wrong, who is wrong, how they're wrong, and what has to be done about it.
Aryan man is the highest form of earthly creation.
Our minds and personalities have more depth, more strength and discipline, more energy, more creative force, more deductive and intuitive capacity, and more ability to assimilate knowledge than any other humanoid species.
Because our characters are more diverse and complex, we accordingly have got a greater number and a greater complexity of faults and weaknesses.
Just as a tractor can cover more acreage faster and more efficiently than, say, a horse-drawn plow, So, a tractor is prone to more specialized and frequent breakdowns, and requires more specialized repair than a horse or a mule.
Aryan Man is a marvelous thinking, feeling, fighting, building, exploring, and creating machine.
But we are very high-maintenance machines, and a lot of our bugs seem to be inherited, because down through the ages, we've always displayed the same flaws and weaknesses.
Now, one of these, for example, is what Commander Rockwell called the lure of the exotic.
In its true form, this makes us voyage around the world in little wooden sailing ships in search of spices, gold, and new lands.
It makes us turn our eyes to the heavens, seeking new galaxies.
But in its corrupted form, it makes dumbass redneck GIs marry diseased Filipina bar girls or middle-aged white men spend $10,000 to import some slut from Hong Kong as a mail-order bride from one of those damned agencies.
Another one of our racial traits is our innate love of freedom.
In its true form, it led to the Magna Carta.
It called the Minutemen to stand at Concord Bridge.
It was this love of freedom that made the cannon roar in Charleston Harbor and at Bull Run to rip that Masonic dishrag out of the southern sky and replace it with our own crimson banner of nationhood.
but in its corrupted form, it's become a kind of laziness, an excuse for cowardice, wherein white men abuse the concept of freedom to allow aliens and sodomites and corrupt tyrants to run amok in society while they sit in front of the television, their guns gathering dust in the closet.
Whereas once we fought with weapons in our hands to secure freedom for ourselves, now we graciously grant others the freedom to abuse us, insult us, and oppress us, rather than miss Monday night football.
But if I had to pick the one character flaw which has caused our people more grief down through the ages than any other, I'd have to pick Ego, along with its two handmaidens, Vanity and Hubris.
White people are more prone to insane egotism than any other race of people, and that includes the Jews.
An especially arrogant Aryan is more insufferable than the worst Jew, because although a conceited Jew can be despicable, a lot of times he's comical as well.
The most uppity Jews generally have the least to be uppity about.
Your average Hebraic Hollywood mogul producer or Wall Street stockbroker or university bigwig is still only the biggest cockroach on a Jewish dung heap.
They know it, and everybody else around them knows it.
But an Aryan whose ego gets away from him is a tragedy, because unlike the Jew, there's generally at least a touch of genuine potential greatness under there somewhere.
In some cases, a lot of it.
And yet the person's blind, inflated self-esteem renders his or her genuine genius or talent or skill almost worthless.
Why this seems to be our race's particular curse is hard to say.
Nor has it been all bad all the time.
It wasn't just gunpowder and horses and steel weapons that helped Cortez and 700 Spaniards destroy the Aztec Empire.
It wasn't just the magnetic compass that helped Magellan circumnavigate the globe.
It wasn't just the diesel engine that made the first Zeppelin fly after a dozen previous failures.
It was a self-esteem among white men that would not take no for an answer or accept defeat as an option.
But for white people in the context of the modern-day world, as part of our attempts to resist racial destruction, Ego has been a disaster, a kind of spiritual epilepsy that seizes us when we least expect it and sends us into an uncontrolled, destructive spasm of incomprehensible madness.
The first problem that ego creates in the movement is that we get people who join our ranks because of it.
Way too many people become involved in the movement not because they want to put something into it, but because they want to get something out of it.
They sense that something is wrong in the world we live in, and they try.
Some of them try hard.
But they simply can't lose all the baggage that this society has imposed on them.
Above all, the ego that has to be constantly massaged and pampered, the craving for constant new sensation, and above all, the particularly American demand for instant gratification of every whim and impulse.
Egotistical white people know that something is wrong.
They find the movement, they come in, and it doesn't take them long to discover that the movement takes everything and gives back almost nothing.
They sulk, they half-step, they leave in a huff, and they wander along to the next group or next fad, or sometimes they just settle down in front of the TV.
Now, that's not always the way it happens.
I've seen a lot of people come into the movement, and some of them are still here, and they'll be here when I'm gone.
And I have no doubt that some of them will do a better job than me.
But given the kind of human raw material pool that we have to draw on, our failure rate is way too high, just like it's high with every other institution in this society, from the big corporations to rock bands to the academic world.
We're not the only ones who have problems with white people's insatiable ego, with white people's demand for instant gratification with no effort or risk, and with our complete lack of any self-control or discipline.
Ego hurts white people in many ways.
First off, it makes white men and women join the movement for the wrong reasons.
Without getting too esoteric or really wandering off on a Grandpa Simpson trip here.
I've observed down through the years that whenever someone comes into this thing of ours with, oh hell, I'll go ahead and say it, when they come in with an impure heart and impure, selfish, ego-driven motives, they almost always fail.
Either they drop out in anger and despair or else they become totally cynical like a lot of our so-called leaders.
They get out from the buck and nothing else.
The best people we have ever had were those who served our cause, not used it.
Served it with their whole hearts and minds and wills.
Served it unselfishly with no thought of reward or gain in their mind.
Commander Rockwell, Joe Tomasi, Bob Miles, Bob Matthews, Rick Cooper, and a whole slew of others who are still alive, whom I won't name, They have that grace.
And by the by, men and women like that are far, far more common in our ranks than you might believe if you listen to me rant and rave on here sometimes.
Not common enough, but there's always enough of the good to keep us alive and fighting in the face of all the bad.
You're out there listening to this right now, the good ones.
At least I'm sure that a lot of you are.
You are the ones I want.
Like I said earlier in this broadcast, most of the people who are listening to me right now aren't ever going to lift a finger to do anything actually to help create the republic, because it's risky and it's inconvenient.
Yeah, I get that.
But not all of you are like that.
Like St. Peter, I have become a fisher of men, and I'm trying to get you hooked on the idea of freedom for our people in a new country of our own.
When you make the decision that you're going to be part of history and that when you die, mankind will know that you lived and remember what you did, get in touch with the Northwest Front.
We're ready when you are.
Well, our time is 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 Underban.
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