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July 5, 2012 - 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 woogle, push and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the bikes 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, right the north to you and me.
One more roar for signal, choking, whistle of the marching tune.
For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man, their chest was throbbing for the blessed warming light.
The birds passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crewed.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's July the 5th, 2012.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Right, we'll start with some housekeeping stuff, which is what I call commentary on the show itself and my assorted daily grinds here.
First, I was told this weekend by a female comrade of ours that in my closing monologue or rave or whatever you want to call it last week, I sounded defeatist, and I sounded like I'd given up.
Now, I certainly never intended to sound like that, and I apologize profusely to anyone who got that impression.
I can see how sometimes others might take it like that when I'm ranting and raving about how completely useless the American white man is.
The fact is, it's kind of hard not to sound defeatist when I'm talking about that particular subject.
I always make a deliberate effort to not sound like an Eeyore.
Usually by raising my voice and bellowing into the mic or as close as I can come to bellowing and still record properly, but maybe sometimes I don't quite pull it off.
What I was last week was pissed off, and I can see that it might be possible for people to mistake that for sounding defeatist.
I'm pissed off a lot, especially over the last year or so as we stagger towards the window of opportunity we're going to miss.
And sometimes it shows.
I know that's unprofessional, and it's also not effective propaganda-wise.
I shouldn't let it show, and I apologize.
I sometimes have a tendency, also, to use irony in ways that possibly are a little too obscure, like when I say things like, well, we all know what we should be doing, but we're too chicken shit to do it, and so there's never going to be a Northwest Republic and our race is going to perish, so forth and so on.
Now, that's not me being defeatist.
That's me taking a dig at white laziness and cowardice.
Anyway, once again, I'm sorry if I sounded like I was throwing in the towel last week.
I couldn't throw in the towel on the Northwest Republic, even if I wanted to.
Guys, I'm dead serious.
Please think about this.
There simply is no other solution.
None.
Now, you know all these idiots who stalk me all over the internet and scream hatred and abuse at me in the comments section of any blog or article that so much as mentions me or the Northwest Imperative?
Has anyone besides me ever noticed that these people offer no other alternative at all to the Northwest?
And indeed that no one among us has ever come up with a viable plan for the white man to survive the coming years and somehow restore the old America from sea to shining sea and bring back Ozzie Nelson as Cardigan from the 1950s?
Nobody has been able to think up any kind of realistic strategy that will accomplish that.
In fact, in the 40 years I've been involved with the movement this month, yep, this month is my 40th anniversary.
I received my first copy of the old party newspaper, White Power, in the mail at Schofield Barracks, Hawaii, in July of 1972.
Anyway, in all those 40 years, I have come across exactly three very vague nationwide plans to somehow restore the old America.
Commander Rockwell was planning on running for president in 1972, which is probably one reason he was assassinated, since he had just picked up some serious financial backing from the Hunt brothers in Texas.
It is, of course, possible that Rockwell's third-party candidacy might have positioned him to become a serious player in American biopolitics, and his career would have started to bear serious fruit and show results over the next ten years, but we'll never know now.
My old Rhodesian buddy, Eric Thompson, came up with the idea of one big IWW-like syndicalist labor union for white workers who would eventually seize power in a nationwide general strike.
Unfortunately, by the time Eric and I got back to this country in the late 1970s, the white man had degenerated to the point where he was incapable of responding to any kind of mass movement, political or economic.
I think that's something we all never seem to grasp.
The overwhelming majority of our own people are simply mentally and emotionally incapable of responding to us and to the situation in America the way we want.
Most of our propaganda speaks to our great-grandfathers, not the white people of today.
Now third, there is Dr. William Pierce's plan, which I only learned about recently from a former National Alliance bud, because Bill Pierce never actually shared this plan with any of his own people.
Anyway, the idea was to produce the very best and most persuasive propaganda we can and which the National Alliance most certainly did and somehow try to persuade the remaining white elements in the power structure including the military and police officers who might still command some kind of firepower.
Anyway, the idea was to try and bring them around and convince them to stage what amounts to a palace coup d 'etat from within the system.
Now, Napoleon said that revolution is an idea that's found bayonets.
Pierce, at least, appears to have understood that since he wrote Hunter and the Turner Diaries.
He seems to have given up on any hope that the white man might ever find his own bayonets, never mind all those guns most of us have lying in the closet rusting away.
And he hoped that, basically, he could persuade people like senior police officers and the Joint Chiefs of Staff and so on to turn their guns on the system.
Send the tanks rolling through the streets of Washington, D.C. and arrest whatever empty suit was sitting in the Oval Office, etc., etc.
Now, there is still some chance that as the situation in the United States continues to deteriorate under Obama, that might still happen.
And it may be that perhaps Pierce's program bears unforeseen fruit in the future in the form of a military coup by Pentagon generals who have been passing around clandestine copies of Which Way Western Man.
That could happen.
Or more likely, it will happen because the military finally gets tired of the bullshit and the endless deployments and no-win wars and the filth and corruption of Washington, D.C. Now, any such military coup probably wouldn't be racial in nature.
And in a military dictatorship, I'd probably be arrested and interned just on general principles as a dissident of any kind.
But frankly, it would be worth it just to see Barry and his hoe dragged out of the White House by the Delta Force.
But will that ever happen?
Really?
Not under present circumstances, because the military and its officers are still being paid in money that will actually buy something.
If and when it does happen, it will probably be too little too late to do the white man any good.
Anyway, I had intended going off on a long Grandpa Simpson digression here.
I'm just pointing out that I can't throw in the towel, because there isn't anything else.
And I'm sorry if I gave that impression.
Several people have in fact suggested that for my retirement, I reinvent myself as a so-called spiritual leader and form my own cult.
And I suppose there's something to be said for that.
Hell, back 25 years ago, the Rajneesh managed to get thousands of dumbass white people to relocate to some little town in Oregon.
But the problem with that is that I doubt I could pull it off with a straight face.
Can you imagine me as the Prophet Herald wearing long, flowing robes and maybe a pointy hat like Gandalf?
Now, on to another topic which I spoke about several weeks ago, but which I apparently need to revisit.
Now, for some reason, I'm not sure why, there has been a kind of explosion of a very strange phenomenon.
I now have at least half a dozen young white men in foreign countries, Australia, Canada, England, Sweden, and a couple other places.
These young men have discovered and read the Northwest novels, and they listen to these podcasts, and now they are sending me long, long, long emails, pouring out their souls to me and vowing and swearing that they will soon find a way past American immigration and appear on my doorstep, ready to serve the Northwest Republic to their dying breath.
I mean, that's fine.
I applaud the sentiments.
I swear I think some of these kids must be spending three or four hours a day just composing some of these emails.
Now, this is a phenomenon that I've observed ever since I first began advocating a separate white republic in the Northwest.
The Northwest Imperative has always gotten a better reception and a more respectful hearing in Europe and elsewhere than here in America.
Our most devoted and enthusiastic followers have more often than not been legally barred from coming to the homeland because they're foreign citizens and the United States doesn't want white immigration and it puts every conceivable obstacle in its path.
Well, as coming here and making your life in the homeland, excellent.
That's what you need to be doing, no matter where you live.
Now, guys, a word about those emails, one of which had a word count of over 2,000 words.
Guys, I deeply appreciate that in your own countries, not only do you have no one to talk to, but if you were to stand up and say what you really feel in public in your own countries, you would be subject to arrest and prison.
I understand that the joy of at long last finding someone to talk to has probably driven you mad with wordage, but you have to understand.
I am now receiving between 220 and 250 emails per day.
That's actual emails that require some kind of response, not just spams trying to sell me drugs from Canadian pharmacies or erectile dysfunction stuff.
Now, not only do I not have time to sit down and write out long, detailed, and elegant epistles in response, I frankly don't have time even to sit down and read a 1,500 or 2,000-word email, at least not often.
Look, I get it, and not just about these foreign kids.
I get it that most of you are desperately lonely and isolated, probably the only racial white people you know, and the need to have somebody to talk to is really something urgent.
But guys, what can I tell you?
It can't be me.
That's not what I'm here for.
I won't go off into a long description of what I have to do every day.
I did that once and I got accused of whining about my workload.
But just take it from me, guys.
It's simply not possible.
I can't be your racist pen pal.
I just can't function unless I can concentrate on what's important.
I simply have too much to do and nobody to help me do it.
This is why we used to have a duty officer by the telephone at the four or five old Nazi headquarters I served with back in the day.
He was there not just for the security of the building, as Ford Juilliard explained to me on the first day I took over the desk.
A large part of the duty officer's job was to give our far-flung and isolated membership somebody to talk to, and frankly, to keep our own supporters out of Kale's hair so he could work.
I wish I could perform that function for some of you guys, really.
Really, I do, but I can't.
Now, we do have an internet bulletin board, of course, just like Stormfront and VNN, and enough of you are interested in it so that some of the emails I get are emails complaining about things going on on NF Forum, which is the wrong place to send these complaints since I'm not even the webmaster.
But I have to admit that after spending the past dozen years screaming and cursing at the internet for its negative effect on the movement, I feel kind of uncomfortable referring people to a chat board.
Look.
The solution to this problem is for you all to come here to the homeland and form white communities here with white nationalist families and individuals living within half an hour's drive of each other.
This problem of isolation is one reason why I keep on pushing this idea.
I have never known any persecuted minority in history which has responded to persecution as we have.
By running away from each other rather than coming together for strength.
But that's us white boys, go figure.
As for you guys in foreign countries, especially two of you who are coming here on scouting trips, so you tell me, I will give you every bit of assistance I can, and I'll even try to persuade Access Sally to meet with you when you arrive.
But let's go easy on the 2,000 word emails, okay?
You need to send those emails to somebody who is able to take the time to sit down and read them, And pay attention and think about what you're saying and respond to you at length.
And that ain't me, guys.
Okay, like I said last week, big story this week is Obamacare and the Supreme Court.
Before I chime in, here's our Seattle unit leader, Andy Donner, with his comments.
Greetings from Seattle, comrades.
This is Andy Donner of the Northwest Front.
In light of the recent Dupreme Zog Court ruling on Obamacare, I thought I ought to speak to you all about its importance.
First, Mr. Covington is a prophet again.
Freedom Sons Vol.
1 shows the Northwest American Republic employing a War Prevention Bureau operative using drugs to control and manipulate key Zog politicians.
Justice John Roberts is on medication for epilepsy, which is known to impair mental function and cognitive ability.
This was initially reported by the Jew Michael Savage on his talk radio program.
A search of the Internet turns up CNN stories along with other results which corroborate Savage's claim, and another Internet search confirms unexplained seizures to be epilepsy by definition.
Normally, I would not take such efforts to validate information, but lefty websites were quick to dismiss the charge, and I needed to be certain, since this development is almost too good to be true.
It turns out Zog politics really can be controlled by drugs.
It certainly would explain a lot.
Jokes aside, though, I thought I would share my perspective on the situation with the hope it would edify the Radio Free Northwest audience.
When Obamacare passed the legislature, I accepted once and for all important decisions and policies aren't made by elected officials.
I had become somewhat anti-American in my politics after coming to the conclusion the Constitution of the United States of America isn't what we were told it is, and our democratic existence will eventually end in a very bad way.
I, like everyone else right of center, New Obamacare would be a major part of the way America eventually falls apart.
We know from countries like England, this sort of medical system eventually consumes all of electoral politics and only ruins whatever medical capability a nation had before adopting a communist funding style for its health care needs.
Many of our taxes are now used to pay for our growing social security burden.
Despite having a tax just to cover such needs, and eventually, based on the troubles we've seen from other formerly white countries, most of our money will be spent either on the health care system itself or in some related capacity just to keep up appearances.
We all know the things we thought about and vowed to do when Obamacare passed, even though we, as a race, have done none of them.
Even then, I could see what was happening to productive white people, though I was only quasi-racial at the time.
If I were going to have immense trouble with the new legislation, everyone else would too.
I made the decision to attempt to leave the United States for pretty much any other place.
It didn't take much research to figure out nowhere was really any better.
Shortly after resigning myself to being stuck with these problems, I became permanently racial and started learning as much as I could about white nationalism, the differences between the races, and the world's true history.
I would talk more about how this happened, but it's off-subject enough that I really ought not try to explain.
Four months later, I found a link to the Northwest Front.
It took me two weeks to work up the courage to email Mr. Covington.
One year later, I migrated to Seattle and began party work with the Northwest Front.
Now, we have an example more absurd than any other of the system's refusal to yield to process or morality and justice, and we need to accept there is no other solution than the Butler plan.
Ron Paul can't save you.
Mitt Romney won't save you even if he could.
As a matter of definition, The system cannot be used to reverse itself and any activity which relies on the system's processes only serves to make you an intellectual martyr to your long-dead American political religion.
We've passed the point where listeners of Radio Free Northwest can pretend they don't need to migrate with only the most necessary delay.
We badly need your help.
If we are to build our racial community and a party capable of securing the existence of our people and a future for white children, it's no longer up for debate.
If you're not making migration efforts, you're in the wrong, and you're hurting our race.
Perhaps some of you don't care for my commentary demanding migration, but I earned that right when I migrated on my own efforts.
Radio Free Northwest has featured a number of guests who have migrated and they all tell the same story.
They took the need seriously and spent their free time making sure they answered the call.
They got rid of what they didn't need.
They planned how they would support themselves after their migration.
They saved money and stopped wasting their resources on things that wouldn't help them migrate.
But above all else, they each did one thing right.
Only a few people in the whole country could up stakes and move overnight.
I knew I couldn't do it, so I didn't even attempt it.
What I and all the other successful migrants have done correctly was to do a little bit each day.
Some days are busy.
Some days require rest.
Some days see our jobs or our families consuming our waking hours.
No day, and certainly no week, leaves us without time to worry about our race.
And no, I don't mean posting links to satirical racial blogs and YouTube videos on Facebook before cracking open a beer and watching Jews or niggers harm our race on television.
Early on, in my migration efforts, I forced myself to answer the question, what did I do today to migrate?
How have I helped my race survive?
Honestly, my first few days weren't so hot.
A very few days were downright embarrassing.
But doing a little bit every day made migration possible, and you're wronging our entire race if you don't do the same.
It's well past time.
We take real...
Meaningful action to prevent the genocide of our race.
And oddly enough, real action isn't about NVA gun battles or flying column assaults.
I'm not even talking about anything dangerous, just something difficult.
Migration takes effort, yes, and sustaining such effort isn't ever easy, but it must be done by each of us if our race is to see tomorrow.
Real, meaningful action constitutes forming a party which is capable of creating the events which will liberate the Pacific Northwest and nothing less than these actions constitutes real racial activism.
It ought to be obvious the system will do what the system will do, with or without our permission.
Activity not focused at ending its reign over our race on this continent is nothing but time wasted, which would better be spent bringing yourself and your family to the homeland.
You've been out of excuses for a long time, and this last week has only proven it again.
Instead of spending time convincing the Internet to pull a lever in November that won't count for squat...
Why not plan your own migration and begin executing it?
The task was above me when I first started, but I grew to match it, as you will, when you earnestly undertake your full racial responsibility.
Hail victory, comrades!
Okay, I think the musical theme this week will be more or less Aryan movie music.
This is a Rouser from the first Conan movie called The Battle of the Mounds.
The Battle of the Mounds
Greetings, my brothers.
This is Axis Sally.
I have an email from a new female comrade to answer, but I wanted to say a few things first.
I'd like to thank the fans who continue to send me Nazi memorabilia, books, little gifts, and especially handwritten letters.
I love getting mail, and a personal response is coming your way.
Also, I've gotten a few questions from people who listened to last week's podcast asking me if I really believe that real men don't cry.
I decided, around the time I was getting all the questions asking if I really hated cute little kitty cats, Probably from people who are crying like girls over their precious pets, that my policy will be to never offer any explanation or apology for anything I say on Radio Free Northwest that does not relate directly to the survival of the white race or the Northwest imperative.
Your personal likes, dislikes, and feelings do not matter to me because they have no long-term impact on what we're trying to do here.
Therefore, my personal feelings on irrelevant matters should be of little interest to those primarily concerned with the 14 words or Northwest migration.
And now here's the email, with most personal details omitted.
Dear HAC, I wanted to let you know that my daughter is now four months old and we are also expecting twins.
We are looking at the prospect of moving to the coast so that my husband can look for a job.
I've not listened to many of your podcasts and was wondering if you could do one on the woman's role in the movement so that I may understand my place better.
First of all, welcome to the Northwest Front and I'm glad to hear you are already in the homeland and plan to stay here.
I decided not to read the details about the kind of work your husband is looking for, but it definitely sounds promising.
And also, congratulations on your family and on the twins as well.
What a nice surprise.
As far as the woman's role in the movement, you're doing it.
I don't know how old you are, but to have three young children is great, and I wish you much success in having more if you possibly can.
As far as other roles for women in the movement, I can't tell you what to do there.
Your contribution to our movement and what form that takes will depend on what is best for your family, as that is the most important institution and every part of the white nationalist movement should have the goal of protecting and advancing the white family.
Any movement, organization, or individual who devalues your maternal role or the importance of securing the existence of your bloodline is not following the 14 words and has no place telling anyone how to serve the movement.
An organization that expects you to neglect or endanger your family in order to serve the cause is not an organization that is worth your time.
Any individual in any organization who sees white children as replaceable or as something that is nowhere near as important as flyer drives or rallies is really not thinking correctly.
And then, at the absolute worst end, we have those in various organizations who commit true acts of treachery in the form of using another comrade's children against her.
I'm sorry to say I've known supposed white nationalists who have actually threatened or harmed white children, or who have done things like leave little anonymous tips to CPS about a white mother being unfit based on her racialist beliefs, usually over petty personal garbage and minor disagreements, which, again, is why we as a movement have gotten nowhere and accomplished nothing for the last 50 years.
I believe that a true white nationalist who uses our enemies against us to harm those who make up the future of our race is the worst possible race traitor there is.
I'm embarrassed to say it appears there has been another female doing just this, making her little phone calls to rip up white families because she lost a pissing contest with someone over whose retarded little group was better.
So, for the woman who wrote to us, your duty is to your family and your race.
Organizations are always second.
Protect your family even if to do so will kill you, which it may very well one day.
Support other women who are trying to do the same.
Never turn on another woman or child in this movement.
Don't do what we've been doing to each other for the past several decades.
Maybe you'll be the one to turn this thing around and get people thinking only about what really matters.
We may never meet, but I respect you simply for being who you are and wanting to know what more you can do.
We may never meet, but I respect you simply for being who you are and wanting to know what more you can do.
I've heard various theories as to why so-called conservative Chief Justice John Roberts did what he did, including the speculation Andy was talking about earlier that Roberts may have flipped out on epilepsy medication and may not have been in his right mind when he made the ruling.
Personally, if there was anything hinky about that other than Roberts just making an ass of himself, I think the Chief Justice was either bribed or blackmailed.
That would pretty much be of a piece with this regime's normal practice.
There's also an interesting theory that Roberts ruled as he did in order to hand the Republicans a gift issue to get everybody's mind off Bain Capital, and he certainly accomplished that.
There is now no doubt that this election will be about Obamacare.
Which, in a way, is good because it will almost amount to a nationwide referendum on a particular law or issue, which is something our Constitution doesn't allow for, unfortunately.
I guess the Founding Fathers never figured on their descendants going cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs and allowing things like socialized medicine, nigger presidents, and buggery.
Most system politics is rubbish.
It's smoke and mirrors designed to convince the Goyim that they have some kind of control over their own destinies, which they don't.
But I have to admit that in point of fact, this one is important.
Most aren't.
Most of these dog-and-pony shows are about whatever empty suit will plunk his butt down at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue for the next four years.
But this November's election is at least about something of serious significance.
It's about the very nature of American society in the 21st century.
What kind of country will we be in the future?
Capitalist or socialist?
Yes, I know, I've said before, that capitalism and communism are the same thing, two sides of the same coin of Jewish materialism.
And that's true as far as it goes.
Both systems view mankind as simply an economic unit of production and consumption.
But within that paradigm, there are in fact differences of approach in philosophy.
And as bad as capitalism is, it's still far better for the white man than any form of Marxism.
Capitalism at least allows white people to get ahead and separate themselves from the mud people through money, which may be accumulated through our natural superiority in intellect and innovation and practical application.
Although over the past generation, that hasn't been nearly as true as it was in the past.
Remember about 23 years ago, the fall of the Berlin Wall and the collapse of the whole Soviet bloc, and the transformation of China from a communist beehive to a capitalist beehive?
I don't think any of us ever thought we'd see the Soviet Union going within our lifetime.
I never did.
Now I just hope I can live long enough to see Israel come crashing down.
But getting back to the so-called fall of communism, we thought we'd won, remember?
And now, 23 years later, the Reds are finally at the gate.
Looks like Senator Joe McCarthy was right.
They never give up.
They just transform and camouflage themselves and keep on boring away from within.
At one stage, it was said that the only three remaining refuges in the world for pure Marxism were Cuba, North Korea, and the American University campus.
Looks like that last one is what finally did us in.
The true nature and purpose of Obamacare can be simply stated.
From now on, white people have to pay the medical bills of black and brown people.
Since there will soon be far more non-whites in America than whites, you can do the math.
As part of that, white people are going to be forced to buy insurance from the government, or rather from so-called private health insurers, who are part of approved government vendor pools, which means basically that they're collectors for the government.
Blacks, Mexicans, and union members, and basically any member of a Democratic Party-based constituency group like faggots and feminists, have mostly already obtained waivers from this requirement that they buy Obamacare.
They will be allowed to keep their original health insurance.
The only people who will actually be compelled to buy this insurance at an absolutely insane cost will be white people, because we are the only ones remaining in the country who have any money.
Speaking of cost, the regime has always been very cagey about discussing any solid figures as to just how much these government policies are going to cost in the real world.
This is probably because they don't know themselves.
I won't get into all the googling I did all over the place trying to find out, but to make a long story short, the best estimate I can get is that something called the Bronze Plan, which is the most basic Obamacare, no word on the deductible, but it will probably be really high.
Anyway, the basic plan will run $5,000 per year, or approximately $450 per month.
They compare Obamacare to car insurance because you're required by law to buy that as well.
Well, I only pay about $700 a year for this junk car I've got, and I can just by the skin of my teeth make half that payment every six months.
There is no question at all of my coming up with $450 a month for health insurance or anything else.
But wait, it gets better.
That $5,000 per year is based on a healthy young man of 21. I am a dissipated old fart of 59, and I'm riddled with all kinds of loathsome diseases and medical conditions from living over half a century in a country that feeds its people factory-processed hog slop loaded with chemicals and poisons the water and the air with carcinogens.
Now, for me, according to this one estimate I found, basic Obamacare will run something on the order of $12,000 per year.
That's $1,000 per month.
Now, what you need to understand is that, like many Americans, I simply will not be able to pay this.
Never mind refusing to pay it as a form of protest, although I probably would do if I did have the money, but I don't.
I just can't pay this money.
I don't have it, and I can't get it.
It's not there.
Nor will I have the money to pay the kind of fines through my annual tax return that they're talking about now, the reason that they're hiring thousands of new armed IRS agents to seize people's property who won't or can't pay.
As of 2014, the FBI won't have to listen to these podcasts anymore, waiting for me to make a verbal slip.
I will be a criminal in 2014.
They will finally be able to arrest me and prosecute me and send me to prison.
Because, along with millions of other Americans, I simply don't have an insane amount of money to hand over to Barack Hussein Obama to pay some nigger welfare mammy's hospital bill.
Being poor in America has always been a crime.
But now it's official.
Now, it's possible, just barely possible, that at the 11th hour and the 59th minute, the corrupt and senile Republican Party will rally to the belated defense of the multi-billion dollar private health insurance industry, in a way that they never would for the people of this country, with enough votes in November to turf Obama and his nauseating Democrats out.
Now, that is if the vote is counted honestly, and that's becoming more and more problematic over the years.
Maybe the Republicans might even have the balls to repeal Obamacare.
That's a lot of maybes.
But in the complete absence of any will on the white men's part to take any meaningful action to change the world, it's our last chance.
It shouldn't be, but that's on us for our cowardice and our weakness.
However, I think Obama's going to be re-elected for two reasons.
First off, leaving aside the whole issue of race, it's an economic fact of life that the parasites now outnumber the producers in American society, and too many people, of all races come to think of it, have got their fingers stuck into the cookie jar in one way or another to want to turn it loose.
Now, the second reason the Democrats are going to win the 2012 election is the usual one.
Democrats cheat.
It's what Democrats do.
They cheated in 2008 with Akron, and they will find some way to cheat this time around.
When Obama is re-elected, the illegals will get amnestied and legalized and registered to vote, and from then on we're a one-party state wherein a non-white majority will tyrannize, oppress, and humiliate a shrinking and aging white minority while squeezing the last wretched penny out of the white middle class like grapes in a wine press.
Well, since we're about to be overrun by niggers, I think it would be a good time to play the opening theme from one of the best anti-nigger movies ever made back in 1964.
The flick is called Zulu, with Michael Caine and Jack Hawkins, and it's about the defense of Rourke's drift in 1879.
It's something I wrote about in the Weird Aryan History series.
On January the 22nd and 23rd, 1879, a little over a hundred white soldiers held off 4,000 Zulu warriors at a little mission station in Natal called Rourke's Drift.
Now, if you haven't seen this movie, beg, buy, borrow, or steal a copy of it.
For two hours, you can see the world as it once was, when white men actually weren't afraid of niggers and would actually use force against them.
Yes, there was such a time.
The End
I regret to report a very disastrous engagement which took place on the morning of the 22nd January between the armies of the Zulu King, Quechuawea, and our own number three column consisting of five companies of the 1st Battalion, 24th Regiment of Foot, and one company of the 2nd Battalion.
A total of nearly 1,500 men, officers, and other ranks.
The Zulus, in overwhelming numbers, launched a highly disciplined attack on the slopes of the mountain of Visandlwana, and in spite of gallant resistance, the column was completely annihilated.
Okay, here comes the serious part of the podcast that'll probably get me into all kinds of trouble and generate all kinds of nasty emails.
Because once more, I'm going to be saying things that most movement people believe should never be spoken out loud.
Things we all know to be true, but for various reasons, some of them quite praiseworthy, we believe should never be openly discussed, especially not in front of the children.
I've spoken in the past at some length about how the Northwest Front is not an organization, we're an organism.
I've gone on about how we have no formal hierarchy, no structure, no officers or leaders, including myself.
No membership cards and no formal dues other than our request for a voluntary ten bucks per month.
I've talked about sales and leaderless resistance and compartmentalization and so forth and so on, and all the various circumlocutions that I use to describe the fact that organizationally we're not only not getting it together, we're not even really trying.
Now, don't get me wrong.
None of this has been a lie.
Leaderless and cell-structured political movements are perfectly logical and historically valid forms of resistance, and they've worked on many occasions in the past.
Now, in view of the high level of government spying on American citizens as part of a slowly growing surveillance state, leaderless and independent cells make a lot of sense.
I haven't been just feeding you a line.
This is probably the way for us to go.
The problem is that just as most of us would no longer touch a formal membership organization with a 10-foot pole, I can't get you guys actually to do loosey-goosey either.
And it's not just us.
If there was anyone else out there who was experiencing anything even remotely resembling success anywhere outside the internet, I'd say, okay, the problem is me.
Or...
The problem is the Northwest idea.
People won't accept it.
Or the problem is the goat dancers on the internet.
They've confused and poisoned too many people's minds against me or some other reason, and I would try to adjust my approach accordingly.
But guys, for once, let's be honest and say out loud what every damned one of us knows.
For many years now, nobody out there has been able to get so-called white nationalists to do anything at all besides post to the internet.
For almost ten years now, in fact.
Okay, now, I'm not into street walking, as most of you know, but even that has virtually died out.
The last really big street walking event we had was Dr. Pierce's memorial funeral demonstration ten years ago this month, wherein Billy Roper claims he got 500 bodies.
Okay, fine.
Out of courtesy, let's give him that, although God knows how many of the 500 were undercover law enforcement of various types, or SPLC or ADL spies, or undercover reporters working on a book about haters or whatever.
But since then, the numbers attending even these normally tiny little events have dropped like a stone.
Oh, by the way, I don't include things like Tea Party rallies, Jared Taylor's conferences, etc.
Those are neoconservative.
That's not white nationalist.
Anyway, Billy Roper kept it up for a couple of years after Pierce died, and for a while he was able to get a couple hundred skinheads together every few months by bribing them with a rock concert and free beer.
But once some kids got busted for underage drinking and he had to cut off the suds...
Attendance at his White Revolution events dropped to the usual 30 or 35 SOFs, same old faces, and he gave up after a couple of years.
Since about 2004, for all practical intents and purposes, we're nothing but net.
Nada.
Zip off the internet, except for our own meetings here in the Northwest, and also a few meetings around the country in restaurants, attended by elderly eccentric intellectual racists and closet homo bloggers and blue-haired little old ladies, and they briefly peep out from behind their computers and get together for a nosh in some Applebee's or some ethnic European restaurant.
I mean, you know, like the one that was attacked by Jews in Chicago last month because somebody couldn't keep his mouth shut.
To show how far we've fallen, our groups no longer even rent private banquet rooms anymore.
We can't get enough people to show up to fill a private room.
Somebody just reserves a long table at a restaurant, and everybody has to keep their voices low to make sure that the Mexican waiters don't overhear.
Okay, yeah, David Irving does rent private banquet rooms when he comes over here to promote and sell his books, and he always gets a bomb threat or two for his trouble, but that's David Irving, not us.
Now, getting back to the topic at hand, there are very good reasons for avoiding any kind of formal organization in the white nationalist movement.
This loosey-goosey type of organization would actually be a very good way for us to go.
That is, of course, if we could ever get anybody to actually do any of it instead of sit there behind your computers and read about it and post about it in internet forums where it will be read by maybe two dozen people, all of whom are also part of our tiny little movement, so you're doing nothing but preaching to the choir and reaching none of the millions of white people who would respond positively if they knew that we were here.
However, there is something else I think we all privately recognize to be true about what you might call the freeform or unorganized org or whatever you want to call this modus operandi.
The simple fact is that we are making a virtue out of a necessity with all this loosey-goosey crap.
We're keeping it all vague and unorganized and whatever, man, because we are Americans and we can't do anything else.
We just don't seem to have it in us anymore to get our...
Act together, either politically or personally.
Americans are ditzes.
We are completely incapable of any kind of self-discipline or serious commitment to anything anymore.
Not even our own pleasures.
Which is why most Americans almost always arrive at least a few minutes late for even social appointments.
We never plan to be somewhere.
We just kind of drift.
Punctuality is a dirty word.
It's something that the boss makes us do.
And even then, not too successfully.
A lot of our lack of response to mass tactics, and in fact I'm coming to think more and more that it may be the biggest factor, even more so than cowardice, has to do with laziness, with the fact that our minds are a mile wide and an inch deep, and we have the attention span of a housefly.
And also with our unwillingness to undergo any risk and inconvenience and our congenital, perpetual inability to get our act together about anything.
We don't go to streetwalks anymore, not so much because we're scared of getting in trouble, which of course we might do, and which would make some sense actually, but we don't go to streetwalks because we simply can't be bothered.
Turn your tail and run.
Don't pout.
Don't sob.
Just do a half-assed job.
If you cut every corner, it's just really not so bad.
Everybody does it, even mom and dad.
If nobody sees it, then nobody gets mad.
It's the American way.
The policeman on the beat needs some time to rest his feet.
Fighting crime is...
It's not my cup of tea.
And the clerk who runs the store can charge a little more For meat, for meat, and milk, and milk From 1984 If you cut every corner you'll have more time for play It's the American way It's the
American way Okay, that wasn't a music break, by the way.
We've still got one more movie theme coming up.
I just threw that in there.
But I'm not going to continue on and on in this vein because, look, guys, I've said all these things about a thousand times before.
It went in one ear and out the other then, and I'm sure it's doing so now.
Sometimes, I swear, I can sit here behind this microphone and I can almost see you guys' eyes glazing over.
Plus, I keep getting all these complaints about how, Harold, you're so negative.
You keep telling us about what we shouldn't be doing, so how's about telling us what we should be doing?
Well, not that that would do any good.
I have been telling you what you should be doing for some time, and you haven't done it, but okay, I'll tell you what you should be doing.
But first, here's the theme from the independent movie Matewan, and yes, I know, this flick is as red as a London double-decker bus.
And it's got a smart-ass nigger in it, played by James Earl Jones.
Look, guys, you really need to wrap your minds around something.
Nothing comes out of Hollywood that is not contaminated, at least to some degree.
Nothing comes out of Hollywood that is perfect, and it's never going to happen.
You have to learn to treat a movie like a buffet, or better yet, a pizza with pineapple and anchovies on it.
You pick off the pineapple and anchovies, and then you eat the pizza for the pepperoni and the olives, if you get my drift.
Anyway, these are two genuine, honest-to-God West Virginia mountain folks, Jay Kent Lilly and Miss Hazel Dickens, aged 80-something, both of whom actually lived through the Mingo County War in the 1920s.
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 are set on keeping them out.
Them was hand-loading days.
They paid you with a ton, and they didn't care no more for a man than he'd 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.
They're on Tug Fork in the town of Mate One.
You can tell them in the country, tell them in the town.
Pull miners down and mingle, 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, boys, let the bosses know.
Turn your buckets over, turn your lanterns low.
There's fire in our hearts.
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.
In a hole that's dark and dirty and early grave confined, I 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 lanterns low.
It's far in her hearts and far in her soul, but there ain't gonna be no fire in the hole.
There ain't 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 winter, and then the Baldins, they caught him unarmed, walking up the steps of the McDowell County Courthouse down in Welch.
They shot 15 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 Fetal 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 Matewan 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.
Okay, you want to know what we should be doing?
I've told you before, but let's go over it again.
And no, I don't just mean pack the U-Haul and get your pale asses up here.
Although, of course, that is the first step.
What we really need is a political army of dedicated, disciplined, and completely committed white men and women who are willing to give their entire lives to create a new nation.
I don't mean give their lives in the sense of charging the American machine guns, although that day will come.
I mean willing to show the kind of discipline and idealism and self-sacrifice not only to fight for the Northwest Republic, but to work for it, and not only to work for the Northwest Republic, but to work long hours outside of the shit job that they have to work in order to make money.
We need people who are not only willing, if necessary, to go to prison for the Northwest Republic, but who are willing to give up their weekends and their playtime for it, and that actually is asking a lot more of Americans than even the other stuff.
The problem is that we are 21st century white Americans, and we don't have the chops for this kind of thing, except for a very tiny, tiny minority of the white population, that is.
Maybe no more than 100,000 of us who still have that old alpha gene.
And who are still capable of taking life seriously.
But 100,000 men and women capable of true life commitment to their people would be more than enough if they can ever be informed that we are here.
Maybe there's only 10,000 of that kind of white man left.
Men that our great grandfathers would have recognized and been glad to see calling on their daughters.
And that's enough as well.
If we can ever locate that 10,000 and buy some hook or crook, get them to Northwestfront.org.
And maybe there's only a thousand of us left.
That would be enough if we can bring them here and organize them into active units and crews.
A Jew once told me in a laughing, sneering email heckle that I was the last of my kind.
I told him, no, I'm the first.
Brave words.
I hope they're true.
I can't be the last of my kind.
I refuse to believe it.
There are a few more of my almost extinct species out there.
If they can be found and somehow brought to Northwestfront.org, or a copy of the Brigade can somehow be gotten into their hands, or in some other way, they can be made aware that we are here, that we have an alternative for our people, and that they have a part in it.
So, what happens when we do get our first thousand alphas up here in the homeland?
Not sitting on their butts in Chicago or Atlanta or rural Arkansas or some grubby furnished apartment in Fresno, but here.
Here, in the Northwest homeland, where the fuck they're supposed to be.
What happens then?
I'll tell you.
The Northwest volunteers happen.
Not the NVA.
The Northwest volunteers.
There's a difference, or most likely will be.
Not that anyone can tell, since things are starting to move so fast out in the real world, but for now, the NVA is a fictional paramilitary organization, the purpose of which is to engage in combat operations against the occupation forces and establish the independence of the Northwest Republic and the authority of the National Convention as that republic's lawful government.
Just as George Washington's Continental Army established the Continental Congress as the lawful government of the United States.
At this time, the NVA does not exist.
The Northwest Volunteers, however, are something else.
Their creation, technically speaking, will not violate any laws, although I'm sure if lawyers try hard enough, they can always find something to charge somebody with.
Laws such as RICO have already established the legal principle of guilt by association in this country, and after that, anything goes.
Just depends on how much effort the regime wants to put into it.
The U.S. Attorney General, when he's not shipping American semi-automatic rifles to Mexican drug cartels across the border, or dodging congressional contempt citations, The European concept of the illegal organization has now effectively been introduced into American jurisprudence,
needless to say, without any annoying and time-consuming reference to either the legislative or the judicial branches of government.
When they do come into existence, the relationship of the Northwest Volunteers to the rest of the Northwest Independence Movement will be that of the general staff to the rest of an army.
Another parallel might be that while hundreds of volunteers Okay, maybe that's a...
Bad simile, but you get what I'm saying.
In 1775, we had the Minutemen.
Here in the homeland, we'll have the volunteers.
The Northwest Volunteer will be a man or a woman who voluntarily renounces the material things of this world and all that America offers by way of personal wealth, pleasure, and social acceptance in order to devote themselves and their entire lives to one cause.
The establishment of the Northwest American Republic is a reality.
He or she will voluntarily place themselves under a virtually military discipline.
The volunteers will become political soldiers.
They will be the ones who give and take orders.
When they are ordered to appear on a stretch of lonely highway at night in the middle of winter, they will get in their car and they will show up, no matter how much beer they've got in the fridge, no matter what's on TV, and no matter whether or not they've got to get up to go to work in the morning.
When the Northwest Volunteer is arrested, he or she will respond with, I have nothing to say, for the next 20 years if need be.
Basic stuff, the stuff of all true revolutionary movements, but something which the American white nationalist movement has never yet been able to achieve.
The Northwest Volunteers will maintain no membership records and no paper trail, just a few words of an oath taken in front of a few other people.
And then will come a lifetime of hard, thankless, A dangerous and probably unknown service in order to secure the existence of our people and a future for white children.
There will be no paperwork, no badges or patches or ID cards, no uniforms or secret decoder rings or any other distinguishing marks until after the Republic is established and free and their story can be told.
A Northwest volunteer will be sworn into the organization with a short and simple oath.
I do solemnly swear henceforth to bear true allegiance to the Northwest American Republic.
to its laws and constitution, and to its provisional government in the form of the National Convention.
I swear faithfully to obey all orders of my superiors, and never to divulge any information about the Northwest Volunteers or my service to the Republic to any unauthorized person or persons, so help me God.
The oath will be administered in the presence of two other volunteers and a Northwest tricolor flag, and it will be sworn either on a Bible, a copy of Mein Kampf, a naked blade, or a loaded pistol according to the inductee's faith or worldview.
There is no need for anything more elaborate.
Anyone who takes this oath must be entirely clear in their own minds as to what it means and the lifelong obligation that they incur thereby.
It is never to be administered lightly or as a game or in any state of intoxication or horseplay and damn sure never on the internet.
Right now, to be honest, it's not to be administered at all.
Under no circumstances whatsoever do I want to hear about anyone running around raising their hands and taking this oath on the internet or giving it to other people or pretending to be Northwest volunteers.
Let's get that straight.
I'm talking about a future development here.
There are no Northwest Volunteers now, and I don't want any of you games-playing idiots out there running around claiming to be Northwest Volunteers.
The Northwest Volunteers do not at present exist.
I'm tempted to say that's because white men and women who are capable of making this kind of commitment don't exist, but they do.
You simply haven't located them and let them know we're here yet.
Now, may I suggest that you guys pull your socks up and get on with that?
We don't have a whole hell of a lot of time left.
But for now, our time for this podcast 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 on the bond.
Freedom.
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