Sept. 19, 2013 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush-a-woogle, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes 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 of the marching tune.
Warrior pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
With your pike upon your shoulder.
Many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man, the chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Warpers passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blaze were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
And a thousand blaze were flashing at the rising of the moon.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's September the 19th, 2013.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Right, let's start with a couple of emails.
Now, this one is from Ross in Alabama.
Dear HAC, since I came into the movement, I have heard the racial enemy described in many ways.
Now, most people just say it's the Jews, but I know that the overall problem is much larger than the Jewish question per se.
And I know it's a cultural and not just a political or a governmental problem.
I have heard it called Zog and the Beast and the New World Order.
What do you think is the best way to quantify and name the enemy?
Signed, Ross.
Well, for some years, beginning back in the late 80s, alternative political people all across the spectrum tended to bandy around the term New World Order quite a bit, based on a casual remark that Bush Sr. once made, if memory serves.
Generally, this was a designation for some big nebulous conspiracy of the government and the Jews and the trilaterals and the multinational banks are just them.
I used to say New World Order a lot myself, but I've come to the conclusion that it's something that can barely be comprehended, much less named, because naming it implies that it has some kind of formal organization in identifiable form, one serpent with one head that could be chopped off.
Now, that's not the case.
I have never been one of these guys who believes that once a year there is this big, huge meeting in some spectral ruin around guttering candles or a synagogue sub-cellar with all the rabbis in the world getting together and saying, yes, yes, ha-ha-ha!
For the next year, this is how we will destroy the goyim!
I never thought it was that.
The federal government of the United States does kind of function as that single head of the conspiracy insofar as there is one.
And although there are certainly a lot of individual people, Jews and liberals and non-whites, who are most definitely trying to kill us all, the enemy is not so much an organization or a quantifiable movement as it is a horrible consensus in the world's ruling power elites that has been created over the past hundred years or so, largely through the Jewish control of the media, starting with the newspaper.
This is a...
Consensus of belief that the white race really is the cancer of history, as Susan Sontag put it, and that we have to be destroyed and mixed in with the other races, or at least kept in a subservient place in the world as a kind of a technical service elite to keep our lords and masters toys fixed and to keep things running, kind of like the ANC does to the remaining whites in South Africa.
Sometimes I just call it the crawling chaos.
It's all kinds of diverse institutions and people.
It's an idea, a genuine, if thoroughly evil, vision of mankind's future.
Probably the best way I've ever heard it put is that it's the idea, the goal, of the Great Global Consumer Plantation, a social and economic order worldwide ruled by what the left now call the 1%.
That tiny, immensely wealthy Anglo-Zionist elite who will command a worldwide population of homogenous, coffee-colored industrial serfs, bred from the forced mixture of all the present races of the earth.
Another way to describe the ultimate vision of our enemies would be the final development of capitalism and the final development of Marxist socialism merged into one.
Okay.
I know I've said some of this on here before, but I'll run it down again because it's important for us to understand what the enemy game plan is.
Now, for several centuries, first Europe and then the rest of the world have been torn between two conflicting philosophies, both of them Jewish in origin.
Capitalism arose from the collapse of the feudal system and the infiltration of Jewish bankers and moneylenders into the European economy during the Renaissance.
The more recent Marxism is, of course, named after the rabbi's son, Karl Marx, but its tenets are actually of much older and somewhat obscure origin.
You've got your levelers and whatnot from the 17th century, and, of course, the Adam Weishaupt episode from the 18th.
I've never completely bought the entire Illuminati story, but I know that there were very definite Marxist elements in the French Revolution, Hebert and Hislot, so forth and so on.
Now, this isn't the time and place to go into a long digression on the history and ideology of these two competing forces, but basically both Marxism and capitalism share the same materialistic, essentially Judaic view of mankind and the human condition.
Both philosophies consider man to be an economic animal and see human beings as interchangeable units of economic production and consumption.
To both capitalists and communists, people are merely components of the great economic machine, either of the marketplace or the dictatorship of the proletariat.
People have only material needs under this worldview, needs that have to be met at a certain minimal level in order to keep them functioning in the economy.
People have no spiritual needs or identity, no culture, no race, no religion, no aspirations, no independent thought.
People exist under these two systems solely.
To be installed like spare parts and worked until they are broken or worn out.
When the system then pulls them out, throws them away, and installs a replacement part.
It is essential to understand this view of the human race, all races, by both capitalism and Marxism because it is this view of man as a soulless, raceless component in a human anthill which has led to this thoroughly bogus idea of racial equality in both capitalist and socialist countries.
Both systems are instinctively aware of the fact, by the way, that their ideology is incorrect.
They know that men are not soulless economic units whose sole purpose in life is to work and to consume and generate profits for the elite.
But, instead of accepting nature's human creation and changing their ideology, thus giving up their profits and their elite status, Both Marxism and capitalism seek to change mankind into the coffee-colored, mindless, cultureless mass of docile workers which their philosophies have to have in order to succeed.
This is why both Marxism and capitalism are evil.
By seeking to recreate mankind to fit their own ideas of what men and women should be, they are challenging God.
Like two demented moral Frankensteins, Marxism and capitalism have both decided that they can do a better job on people than the creator.
It's now apparent that Marxism as such, the hardcore Stalin variety, has pretty much lost the contest.
Right now there are only three areas of actual communism and communist influence left in the world.
North Korea, Cuba, and the American University campus.
But capitalism has by now absorbed a number of welfare-statist aspects of Marxism and become Obama's Marxism-lite, Obamacare being the ultimate example of this.
Now, under the abominable system, free enterprise and small business is to be retained as a kind of a cash cow.
Whose purpose is to be milked of taxes to keep the gigantic corporate state going.
And at the very top, there's almost a fusion in today's society between the big multinational corporations and the all-powerful state.
The two systems are merging even as we watch, and they have become one huge monster.
What we have is now a kind of a meld between the two, and there are a lot of contradictions, like government-controlled health care combined with the fact that capitalism is reverting to its older, uncontrolled, 19th century laissez-faire form.
Where people are having to work three part-time jobs in order to keep their heads above water, all on minimum wage, no benefits, massive pool of unemployment, etc., etc.
It's just this weird dichotomy between massive socialist programs on the one hand by government, including these EBT cards and the welfare payments and all this sort of stuff, and the return of, in essence, 19th century buccaneer capitalism on the other hand.
Now, in any case, this weird combination of capitalism and socialist liberal democracy is now moving full speed ahead to seize control of the entire planet and its resources.
And they're going to create this pliable brown workforce that they require in order to make for themselves the global plantation for the purpose of producing obscene profits, the like of which the world has never seen before.
This effort is, of course, spearheaded by the United States, and behind the U.S., the world corporate power structure, and all the massed forces of world liberalism, specifically the media and the conglomerates in the world intelligentsia and the academic world.
You'll find that when you study the news from this viewpoint, all of a sudden things start making sense.
The role of the Jews in all of this certainly should not be ignored, but I say again that we have to understand that it's much bigger than the Jews.
They are a significant part of the problem, but not the whole problem.
The whole problem essentially lies in the inner spiritual weakness and confusion of white men throughout the world.
Once the white man changes his thinking and recovers his ancient courage, our victory is certain.
Now, if we want to beat this monster, there is only one alternative.
We must have a country of our own, somewhere on the face of the earth where these two forces don't operate.
Someplace that's only for white people.
And that country has to be big enough and rich enough and strong enough to survive the attempts that this monster will make to destroy it.
That's what I've been ranting and raving on this podcast about every week for pushing four years now.
Okay.
Another email from Mark in Minnesota.
Dear HAC, what the hell is it with these Jews?
Why are they such schmucks?
By the by, Mark, schmuck is a Yiddish word that has crept into the English language thanks to 120 years of cultural infiltration, starting with the vaudeville scene in our great-grandparents' time, which was very largely Jewish.
Okay, let's take another run at this one.
Not that I mind, it's actually one of my favorite subjects.
The late Robert Miles made one of the most definitive and historic observations regarding these people.
He said, Judaism is a state of mind, and he pointed out that the worst Jews in the world have not a drop of Hebrew blood in them.
Now, what is the essence of Judaism?
Materialism.
The entire Jewish religion is almost completely lacking in anything that other peoples would regard as a genuine theology.
It has the least supernatural element of any of the major religions.
There's very little about God himself in there.
Almost no conception of an afterlife or an immortal soul, etc.
The Jewish religion has been described by its own major rabbis as not so much a divine faith or a revelation from God, as it is a system of ethics for living, for the Jewish people only, of course.
Judaism, in all its aspects, has to do with this world, not the next.
The actual religious and mystical aspects of their creed are pretty slim.
For example, they believe that the Jewish people once captured God and imprisoned Him in a gold box called the Ark of the Covenant, and that when they finally get their hands on the Al-Aqsa Mosque in Jerusalem, they will rebuild the temple and conduct animal sacrifices to God where they keep Him in a cage there.
I'm not making this up.
In Israel, there is a mystical order of rabbis called the Kohanim, and sometimes the Sanhedrin.
And these guys are practicing, with their robes and their knives and everything, all the ancient rituals for sacrificing cattle and sheep and kosher chickens and whatnot on the altar of the new temple once it's somehow restored.
So, if it's that silly as a religion, how and where does Judaism thrive?
What has caused such a purely material body of belief to survive for so many centuries?
Simple.
Judaism thrives and exists on shades of gray, on moral relativism, on the lack of any such thing as absolute and inviolable moral values other than the sheer physical survival in this world of the individual Jew.
Judaism has been described as situation ethics.
The entire Talmud consists of lengthy sets of rules and then subsequent commentaries on the infinite variety of the application of those rules and when it is acceptable for the chosen people to break them, change them, or bend them.
On the contrary, we white men have always done best at reshaping the world and building new ones, so forth and so on, when we were in the service of some absolute ideal with some kind of moral foundation.
Sometimes it's been a religion like medieval Christianity, but sometimes a secular ideal like the Roman Empire, American Manifest Destiny, etc.
Some ideal greater than ourselves for which we were willing to subsume our individual identities in our private lives and sacrifice for the common good.
This is what seems to bring out the best in our people and it is what I am so desperately, desperately trying to instill in you people with these podcasts.
Central to every Western civilization down through history has always been a set of core beliefs, and they're remarkably similar all across the globe for the past 4,000 years.
If you'll pardon my borrowing a term from the Chinese, you might call them our Aryan Teos.
There have always been certain common denominators in these bedrock beliefs of white Western culture, like no homosexuality, for example.
Like, do not steal.
Like, do not lie.
Like, honor your sworn word.
Et cetera, et cetera.
Now, we seem to have lost these basic teos of our race long ago, certainly as far as our own movement goes.
We can't even bring ourselves to discuss some of these things among ourselves, because to do so causes us pain.
And we've been taught all our lives, since childhood, that pain is not an obstacle to be overcome, but a threat from which we must flee.
If it hurts, stop immediately and run away to someone who can kiss it better.
Look, guys, the Jews and the enemy we're facing is not invincible.
They can be stopped.
I can't do it for you.
It can be done, but not unless and until you agree to turn off the computer and get up out of that chair.
I have spent the past four years telling you how to do it and I'll be here for you as long as I can.
Beyond that...
None of this is up to me.
It's up to you.
Okay, first music break.
Now, you know, if memory serves, I think it's been at least a year or more since I've had any comedy on here.
This is an old parody piece one of our comrades sent in from back in the 70s when you could actually get away with a lot more as far as poking fun at minorities goes.
It occurs to me that many of you might not even know who Idi Amin Dada was.
Suffice it to say that Amin in Uganda and Jean-Berdel Bokassa in Central Africa and Machias Negoema in Equatorial Guinea were all neck and neck back in the day for the title of Africa's craziest and most bloodthirsty dictators.
They made a movie about Amin called The Last King of Scotland, where Edie was played by that wall-eyed nigger Forrest Whitaker.
I haven't seen it, so I have no idea if it's any good.
Okay.
Right now, here we're going again from the top.
And this time, the first violins, I want you to plug the instruments into the gas main because I'm not getting the sound I'm liking.
And the wives, what form in the backing group, let you come round to the front of me where I can keep my eye on you.
That's better.
Now, here we are going.
Stop now.
Stop now when I'm telling...
Listen!
Stop!
Shut up!
Thank you.
Now.
I'm counting you in with the well-known counting teams.
Here we go.
One, two, oh no, we'll come after two.
5. Edie, Edie, Edie Amin.
Most amazing man there's ever been.
He the general, the president, the king of the sea.
Edie, Edie, Edie Amin.
Look at the history, it's packed with men.
What's rising to the top and getting chopped again?
No one found him in the secret of the whole damn thing.
You gotta give the population something to sing.
Edie, Edie, Edie on me.
Most amazing man there's ever been.
He the general, the president.
Hitler, Stalin, Natilla, the nun.
No one got a good word for a single one.
Where these first-class geniuses all going wrong, they never got the population singing along.
Edie, Edie, Edie Amin.
Most amazing man there's ever been.
He'd be general, he'd president, he'd king of the scene.
Edie, Edie, Edie Amin.
Listen, would the world-famous Kampala Glee clog my...
It's looking like some kind of musical coup to me.
That's better.
Three people more than enough for a quartet anyhow.
Edie, Edie, Edie Amin.
Most amazing man there's ever been.
He the general, the president, the king of the scene.
Edie, Edie, Edie Amin.
A modern leader got to twist and shout, got to tell the people, let it all hang out.
If you don't want to vanish with the boot of the bomb, you got to give the population something to home.
Edie, Edie, Edie Amin.
You're still crowding the star.
Most amazing man, Edie, General, the President, he king of the sea.
Edie, Edie, Edie Amin.
Hmm, that a pretty good voice you got there.
That voice possibly taking you right to the top of the charts.
Yes, sir, ma'am, every chance you get into the number one spot on the Uganda hit parade with a voice like that.
You could be the next Engelbert Bassett.
You could be the new Zulu.
Pity the world only needing one new star, really.
Edie, Edie, Edie Amin.
The most amazing man that the world has seen.
Now the general, the president, the king of the sea.
Edie, Edie, Edie Amin.
This girl singing a piece of cake.
Itty!
Itty!
Itty, I mean!
Woo!
Itty!
Itty!
Itty, I mean!
Listen to the false set of going there Not that my black man get that far up, you know Idi Amin, Idi Amin, Idi Amin Idi Amin, Idi Amin, Idi Amin, Idi Amin Don't forget the name there, fool!
Idi Amin, Idi Amin, how I love the sound of it!
Idi Amin, Idi Amin, whoo, Idi, Idi Amin?
Who wrote the lyrics of this is poetry?
Idi Amin, Idi Amin, Idi Amin, Idi Amin, Idi Amin
I mean, I mean I mean I
mean, I mean, I mean and the general depends what you mean the recording time is book out that's rubbish now i'll put this and i hold it please is
Why are you part of the white nationalist movement?
I'm assuming that if you're listening to me right now, you do consider yourself to be part of the white nationalist movement in some way.
But why?
What motivates you to claim some sort of relationship to this movement?
What purpose does it serve in your life?
Are you really serious about this?
Or are you simply a weekend warrior, someone who basically lives your life most of the time but will sporadically join in to help out as long as it doesn't disrupt that life too much?
Okay, so that was more than one question, but in reality they're all related.
They all touch the backdrop of your life.
At least they do if you're living your life in such a way as to promote the survival of your race.
But let's be honest, most of you aren't doing that.
And way deep down inside, you know you're not, even if you're not admitting it to yourself consciously.
You know you could be doing more, but somehow it just never seems to happen.
You may think about it a lot, and even have some ideas about what you could do, and have every intention of acting on them.
But they never seem to become a reality.
Why is that?
I think it's because other things in your life are more important to you than the survival of your race.
Your actions prove that.
You see, actions speak louder than words.
We can use words to say anything we want, but they're meaningless when we don't put the force of action behind them.
And no, I'm not being mean or harsh or negative in any way.
I'm simply stating the facts.
I'm not even really speaking about migration to the Pacific Northwest here.
I'm coming to realize that for any particular individual to even start preparing for migration, let alone actually doing it, he or she has to be willing to sacrifice a part of themselves, their time, who they are, and what they want in life for the good of people who are related to them in the wider racial sense, but outside of their immediate family.
People they don't know and may never actually meet.
For some, like Andy Donner, the willingness to sacrifice for others coincides with their racial awakening, and they're off and running immediately, doing whatever needs to be done in order to ensure they're in the right place at the right time, come what may.
They already know why they're part of the movement.
For others, the gap between racial awakening and understanding the necessity of sacrifice in order to ensure our racial survival hasn't closed yet.
By far, the vast majority of you fall into this category.
Not that you don't have the ability to reach the point of migration, because I believe most of you do.
But you're not there yet.
Whether you get there is up to you.
It's your choice.
And you're the one that's going to have to make it.
So since I'm not talking about migration, what's the purpose of talking about this at all?
Well...
There's a lot you can be doing from where you're at that can help this movement you claim to believe in and be a part of.
At the bare minimum, you could send in a small monthly monetary donation to help enable those who are here to do what they need to do to prepare for what's coming.
But money isn't everything.
Harold is asked often for flyers and business cards for distribution.
And he doesn't just mean send them to him for distribution in the Pacific Northwest.
This is something you can do right where you're at and actually should be doing on a regular basis.
Yes, in this society where white people are terrified to take pride in who they are for fear of retribution from the mud races, very few are going to respond in a positive way to a flyer or business card distribution, and it's very likely you would never know if someone did, and you definitely won't be thanked for most for doing so.
But lack of thanks and acknowledgement for your efforts is a very poor reason for not providing information to someone else that might change their life.
You never know.
Your flyer distribution may bring the Northwest Front to the attention of that national organizer Harold has been seeking for for so long.
So back to the original question.
Why are you part of the white nationalist movement?
What does that mean to you?
And even if migration isn't on your agenda right now, even though I sincerely hope it is in the near future, What can you be doing to work toward ensuring the survival of your race and a future for white children?
I hope you have the courage to do it and not just think about it.
Hail Victory, comrades!
Hail Victory, comrades!
Hail Victory, comrades!
This week, Gretchen is going to be reviewing a book called The Irish War of Independence by a man named Michael Hopkinson.
This is one of my favorite books, not just on the Irish conflict between 1919 and 1923, but on guerrilla warfare in general.
Now, I know that you can't generalize about the past beyond a certain point.
Every revolution, just like every war, is unique.
However, that being said...
The situation which existed in Ireland in the early part of the 20th century is probably the closest applicable situation to what we ourselves are facing in this country, and the solutions adopted by the Sinn Féin and IRA movements at that time probably most closely resemble the kind of thing we need to be doing, put it that way.
It's also just a hell of a good read about a fascinating part of our racist history, and I can highly recommend this book.
So, here's Gretchen.
Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I've decided to discuss a book entitled The Irish War of Independence, and it's by Michael Hopkinson.
And this is a book that I would really recommend as highly relevant.
Now, this is a medium-sized book that deals with the development of the IRA.
Now, the IRA, as I was saying last week, develops out of the IRB and out of Sinn Féin, and a lot of the young people that decide to go into the IRA, they're fueled by Irish romanticism and...
Really, in the IRB and the Rising, one gets the sense that they had a lot of inspiration, but they really didn't know how to overthrow a power that was so much stronger than themselves.
It took a reorganization, and it took people, Collins, that came along.
And he was a keen administrator, and he set up a spy network and an intelligence organization.
And that was really terribly helpful.
Once the Irish cause had disassociated themselves from the Germans, the Irish were hoping that President Wilson would be helpful to them.
They do send various envoys to try and get help for the Irish cause, but America and Wilson, despite the rhetoric of caring about small nations, they really don't help the Irish all that much.
There does end up being a resolution in Congress to do something about the Irish situation, but it's more of a token.
The Irish hope for that kind of help from the Americans for a long time, and there are some organizations like Friends of Ireland, Irish Relief, that kind of thing that are in the States that do try to help the Irish, but it's not as much as they would have hoped for, but they do get some money.
The Irish and the British are going at it for some time, and what the Irish tend to do is that they tend to raid a lot of police barracks.
That seems to be their mode of operation.
They're always trying to get ammunition, but there's kind of a split.
There's some in Sinn Féin that had faith in passive resistance and one of the best examples of this is McSweeney who goes to prison and goes on a hunger strike and eventually dies as a result of this.
He ends up having a lot of popular support, and the British actually try to reduce the size of his funeral because they're afraid that that'll stir up the public.
But Collins tends to believe more in active resistance.
Now, one county especially that had a network, one of the better intelligence networks, was Cork.
That network was run by someone by the name of Donahue.
And one of the real advantages that the IRA had was that they had real boots-on-the-ground knowledge of the terrain and sort of the, I guess, the social life.
And a lot of the Irish...
Started to sympathize with the IRA.
And another thing that happened was that the British would often have reprisals upon the IRA, which really became generalized reprisals against the population.
And that really made the English look very bad.
Now the English started to need to have all these armored convoys and at around this time a lot of the IRA members they were on the run and because of this they had to develop flying columns.
This book gives a blow-by-blow of the different counties in Ireland, and as you're reading this book, you realize that there were a lot of counties where the IRA was not all that active.
For every ambush or raid that the IRA was able to do that was a success, we probably had 10 other raids or ambushes that were unsuccessful.
But what the IRA was able to do is they were able to decrease the morale of the English.
Now, the Irish fought at great disadvantage.
Very often, they didn't have enough ammunition.
They had very few guns.
Unfortunately, there were a lot of volunteers that were not trained very well.
So, when you looked at the force of the IRA, you had a lot of People that were idealistic.
But you had a force that if you looked at it, maybe wasn't always the most impressive.
It really varied from county to county.
I mean, some counties had really great leadership, and they were very active, and they had a terrain that really helped the guerrillas.
And then there were counties that had a very flat terrain, where there were a lot of loyalists, a lot of unionists there, where you really could not have as much in the way of an IRA.
You had some groups that didn't have great leadership.
So there was a lot of variation.
And there were some people in the IRA that did more propaganda and more intelligence.
There were some people that simply were drivers, apparently of, I imagine, kind of like getaway cars and transportation, kind of like Kiki McGee in the Brigade.
So you really have this book that...
It's talking about asymmetrical warfare and how colonial wars can be fought.
Now, another thing about this book is that it really tends to portray the British as kind of like Keystone Cops.
I don't know how much you could apply that to today's world, but it talks about how guerrilla fighters can use very little to accomplish quite a lot.
It really got to the point where the British became very weary of trying to control Ireland.
And then you also had the political force of the Dáil, if that's how you pronounce it, the parliament that was set up by the Irish.
And you also had something called the Home Rule Act, that eventually the English needed to decide if they were going to have a truce or if they were going to give the Irish certain concessions.
And they eventually gave the Irish something called dominion, which was very close to actually giving the Irish a republic.
This happened in spite of Lord George, who really was somebody that really was not going to compromise.
But the English became so weary of this fighting with Ireland that finally they had to come to some degree of a compromise.
Now, it talks about the typical IRA recruit being relatively young, in this case often being lower middle class.
They were often fairly educated.
And they joined for different reasons.
They joined for recreational and social as well as political reasons, and they saw this as a very exciting time in their lives, as a way to escape a certain parochialism and a certain dullness that they had in their lives.
So I thought this was a very interesting book.
Really the tactics of the IRA were used by a lot of people that were fighting colonial wars.
I know there's some people that criticize Harold for his glorifying or perhaps continual harping on the history of Ireland, but I can definitely see where this has a lot of application.
I mean, however you might feel specifically about Irish history or whether you have Irish background or not, this is very practical.
So I was reading this book and I was really enjoying the practicality of it.
Sometimes read things that are more historical and they're interesting.
But this really caught my attention.
And I can see where Harold recommends this book.
And I would very much recommend it, too.
And not wasting your time to read it.
Now, I know in today's world, things are even tougher, I think, than they were then.
I definitely worry a lot about the grid.
About things like cell phones and cars and, you know, with GPSs and the new payment system that's being used, a thing called Square.
I worry about all these devices that know where you are because I think that's not always so great in certain potential situations.
So that's something I definitely think about that kind of goes without saying and the need as I run this is to be talking about it on this podcast to get off the grid.
But I think this book, looking at the IRA, looking at that example, I think it's a fantastic example of what can be done with really only a very tiny means.
You look at something like the IRA and you say, you know, you...
You can't do it.
I mean, they didn't have anything.
They didn't have any way to fight the British.
Whether that was for good or ill, that they wanted to fight the British.
I mean, you look at this, and it's amazing what they accomplished with nothing.
I found this book really, really well worthwhile.
So I hope you enjoyed this review, and thank you for listening.
Thank you.
And here is one of the most famous of all Irish rebel songs about the event that kicked off the Irish War of Independence in 1916.
This is Sinead O'Connor and the Chieftains.
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Dear Harold, I have concluded that you are burned out with the show, and if possible you should retire and move to Ireland.
I think you should go to the countryside there.
I'm sure there are nice areas.
I don't blame you for getting burned out, signed Annabelle.
Actually, there's a classic movie about that kind of thing, The Quiet Man with John Wayne.
And yes, it's a lovely fantasy.
And like most of the lovely fantasies our people entertain, it comes from a time long past and is no longer relevant to anything in the real world.
In real life, out here in the world, I'm on the terrorist watch list, although apparently not the no-fly list.
And if I ever did attempt to go back to Ireland or anywhere in Europe, the dictatorship in this country would know about it.
And would notify the dictator's branch offices in Dublin or London or wherever, and I would simply be arrested at the airport and probably charged with Holocaust denial, which is a crime in Europe.
Now, I've never been primarily a revisionist, but I did write a number of articles on the Holocaust back in the 90s, which were published on the internet, and I have made heretical and blasphemous references to the scam on this show.
And I'm sure all of those articles and politically incorrect remarks are duly filed and cross-referenced with Interpol or Scotland Yard or whoever the hell is in charge of keeping track of people like me whose minds are not completely under control.
Anyway, the Holocaust thing would do to take me out of circulation, and I would probably be packed off to Germany on a Euro-warrant, like they kidnapped Gerhard Lauch 20 years ago from Denmark.
I could stand to improve my German, but not that much.
Annabelle and some of the rest of you, a word of elucidation.
Now, I know I've probably sounded a bit crotchety of late, and some of that probably had to do with my turning 60 on Saturday, but never mistake crotchety for getting burned out.
What I am is mightily pissed off, and there is a distinct difference.
I'm watching my lifelong nightmare come true now, and that nightmare is that when...
At long last, this movement's window of opportunity finally comes, somehow, through some process that has never been clear.
When that time comes, at long last, and we finally have to act instead of talk, my nightmare is that we will not be ready to take advantage of that window, and the opportunity will pass, and the white race will become extinct out of sheer laziness, because we just couldn't be bothered.
So, yeah, I'm sure I've been sounding a bit agitated on the show recently.
But it's not burnout.
It's near homicidal rage at my own people who would apparently rather perish from the face of the earth than get their lazy asses up off the sofa and out from in front of the television or the computer.
Anyway, you know the rap by now.
Don't worry, you're going to keep on hearing it, so there's no point in my going on and on about it now.
Now, last week I received a special request from a comrade who's been very helpful to me over many years.
And I'm not just talking about donating money.
She's a Canadian lady who, like so many of her countrymen, doesn't dare call herself by her real name, lest she end up in front of a human rights tribunal, and so she uses the internet name Anne from Prince Edward Island after the character in the famous novel Anne of Green Gables.
Anyway, like most of my fans, Anne has her favorite parts of my Northwest novels, and she asked me to read one of her favorite passages from the five books, the closing chapter from the first novel of all, The Hill of the Ravens.
This is when the protagonist, Don Redman, takes his teenage daughter to one of the old battlefields from the War of Independence on October 22nd.
Thank you.
On that Independence Day morning, Don Redmond stood hundreds of miles away on a hillside at the wrought iron gate of the Raven Hill National Monument.
Most of his family were at home getting ready for the traditional bonfire, barbecue, and marksmanship contests.
Cindy L. was shooting that afternoon for her high school alumni association with an AK-47 that Don had restored by hand in his workshop, while Matt Redmond, home on leave, was shooting with his army-issue weapon as a freelance.
Both he and his sister in the city of Olympia opened competition.
Don had a 20-credit side bet with Matt that Cindy L. would beat him.
Matt had taken the bet, but Don could tell with amusement that Matt was sweating.
Cindy was damn good.
Eight-year-old John was delightedly plinking away with a school-issued.22 on his playground.
Sergeant Henny Nell had drawn station duty for the day, but he and his wife would be joining the Redmond family that night for dinner.
Sarah had understood why Don wanted to be here today, but she'd been a bit surprised by his choice of company.
Beside Don stood his teenage daughter, Eva.
I've never been here before, she said.
I'm ashamed to say that neither have I, her father told her.
It's one of those things that I always meant to do, and yet somehow or other I just never found the time.
I should have found the time, Evie.
We all need to find the time.
We'll all come back here one day for a picnic, promised Don.
I just wanted to see the place on this one day when this terrible thing that happened is going to be righted, insofar as it can ever be righted.
I suppose in some way I want to let them know that maybe they can rest a bit easier now.
An old comrade of theirs is coming home today.
Many, many years too late, but she's coming home.
Better late than never.
Dear God, I hope it's better late than never.
The front of the monument read, To those who shall come after, from the time of struggle we greet you.
This hallowed ground is dedicated to the glorious and everlasting memory of the fifty-two heroes of the Northwest Volunteer Army, here fallen in battle against the enemies of all humanity.
May their names live forever in the hearts and the minds of the folk.
Below that was the date of the fatal ambush.
On a bronze plaque at the base of the monument was the Roll of Honor.
Don walked up to the foot of the obelisk hand in hand with his daughter.
And he quietly read the names of the dead out loud.
Slowly the two of them walked around the four-sided obelisk.
On each side there were engraved words of honor and commemoration.
One side for the Christians, one for the old believers, and one for the National Socialists, sighed Don.
It's as if even in death we couldn't leave them to rest, their sacrifice accepted and treasured by all as a common heritage.
We had to squabble like jackals over who would get the kudos from their memory.
But I don't see it like that, Dad, said Eva.
They're all noble words, no matter what tradition of our race they come from.
It's like everyone wanted to lay a wreath on their graves.
On the left side of the obelisk the Christians had inscribed, Be thou strong and of a good courage, for unto this people shalt thou divide for an inheritance the land which I swore unto their fathers to give them.
On the reverse, words from an ancient saga.
Here do I see my mother and my father.
Here do I see my sisters and my brothers.
Here do I see the line of my people back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me, bidding me to take my place in the hall of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever.
On the right side of the marble pinnacle, beneath a wreathed swastika, the National Socialists had imprinted not a passage from Mein Kampf, as might have been expected, but two simple lines from the Anabasis of Xenophon.
You will know that strength and weapons alone do not always prevail in battle.
When an army is stronger in soul, then their enemies cannot withstand them.
Look, Dad, said Evie, pointing skyward.
Don looked up and saw that a large, black-feathered form was perched on the top of the obelisk, a beaked and beady-eyed face looking down on them imperturbably.
Well, I always figured there must be some reason they call this spot Ravenhill.
Don turned to his daughter and spoke.
Evie, one night, a few weeks ago, you asked me a question.
You wanted to know the truth about what happened in those days, or a part of it.
It was a part of our history that you had every right to know, and I think I kind of glossed over it as well I might have, because it's not something our country is especially proud of.
Oh, Jesus, what can I tell you about that time?
It's just something that happened.
It happened, Evie.
It all happened.
It is now something that was, and something that is.
It was a war, and like all wars, it was a hell that can only be known by those who lived through it.
The glory, the terror, the good and the bad, the pride and the disgrace, the fire, the ice, the mud, the steel and the shit, the laughter and the blood, the courage and the nobility, the cowardice and the just plain get me through this and I shall not sin again, O God.
It was terrible beyond belief.
But it was all part and parcel of one mighty irresistible event in the affairs of men.
And when such things happen, it's like a volcanic eruption.
The lava flows and destroys all in its path, but eventually it cools, and then the lava fields grow green with life.
What you must always remember is that, all in all, that event was a good thing, Evie.
A great and wonderful and magical and blessed thing.
Like all that is ultimately good, it has an element of tragedy and horror and sadness, because those aspects of life are all part of the process whereby good must overcome evil in this world.
The time will come, as you grow older, when you learn more about that time.
What you learn may horrify and disturb you, but you will learn that sometimes war can uplift and inspire men and women to such things as heroism, idealism, and nobility of the soul.
And when that time comes, honey, I want you to remember this day, and I want you to remember these names here.
Because what's important is what you find here, not what anyone in other times and places may speak of us.
Whatever you may come to think of me, of Tori, and John Corbett, and all the rest of us who lived through that terrible epoch, I want you to remember the sacrifice that these people made on this hill on that summer morning.
These names, these souls who lived and died so that you and your brothers and sisters might be in all, and so that you could have some kind of meaningful life in this world.
Dad, you know what I feel right now?
she asked.
I feel blessed, said Evie.
Eh?
I'm coming to understand now how incredibly lucky I've been, said Eva.
Lucky to be born here and not somewhere else, and to be born now instead of fifty years ago.
My future is bright and shining and clean because you and Mom and Tori and Papa John did what had to be done.
You fought against the Jews and you beat the bastards.
And the gods have smiled on me.
I have a journey to make now through life.
I come here and I find that these people here, people that...
I never knew and never heard of my name have already paid my fare.
Your name could have been on a plaque like this.
Mom's name could be here.
Papa John's name might be here.
Aunt Tori's name might have been there.
But you're not there.
You have been here with me all my life.
These people here, these names you just read, they died so that you could be here for me and for Alan and Cindy L. and all of us.
I just don't know what to say to them, to their spirits.
Eva was quietly crying.
They don't want you to say anything, honey, said her father.
That was always our fault back in the old days.
We said when we should have done.
We were what the Irish called whiskey priests.
We knew what was right, we just didn't do it.
But then one day, for reasons that no one has yet figured out, we decided to do instead of to say.
Now these people who lie here, they want you to do, to live, and to be.
And whatever strength or weakness or joy or sadness or triumph or failure or just plain life comes to be your lot.
For over a century long past, some very evil people conspired to make sure that you would never have that chance, that a white girl like you wouldn't even exist in this year.
But like you said, we beat the bastards.
We paid a price.
You see that price before you, but you mustn't feel bad or sad about it.
They gave up their lives so that you could have yours.
So that you could walk this earth.
After you, they want your children and your grandchildren to live and to be.
That's why we did it, Evie.
That's why we did it all.
Now, they want us to leave this place and get on with it.
They were then, and we have built them this monument, and it is fitting and just that we do so.
But they are of the past.
This hallowed place is theirs for all time.
But all the world from now on is yours.
Your day's yet to come.
You and your brothers and sisters have got a whole wonderful future ahead of you, and I'm kind of curious to see how it plays out.
So let's go home and start writing one more chapter in the long, long history of this wonderful world we've made, eh?
You have a clean slate, Evie, thanks to those whose names you see before you.
It's time for you to start writing on it.
After Don and Eva got into their car and drove off, the monument grounds were empty except for the SS sentry on guard at the tourist booth.
The raven shivered his wings, rising silently into the air from the granite, and then, with sudden speed, he rose higher and higher, soaring into the cold, clear sky.
For a time, the ancient messenger was visible as a black spot against the blue.
Then he was gone.
The land remained.
Okay, I'm running long, so just a few more words in your show-like ears before I wind this up.
First off, could you guys give me some feedback, please, in the form of an audio quality check on this episode?
Now, I don't know what's causing it.
Probably something on my own machine or in my own software.
But certain sections of this one I've just played back sound like I'm shouting down a rain barrel.
There's almost an echo in it.
Now, is this just my computer speakers going wonky, or what?
Can you let me know, guys, about the overall sound quality on this one, please?
Secondly, as I've said several times before, all the emails and crotchety bitching aside, right now I do have a problem in that I'm attempting to do both the creative and propaganda end of the party and the people part as well, and I freely admit I'm not doing either job very well.
I want to give you guys a terse update here.
For those of you who don't already know, I'm right in the middle of two major creative projects involving a lot of writing, editing, and interfacing with certain people that has taken up a lot of my time over the summer and will continue to do so for a while.
This is one reason why my email and my other response has been so sparse for the past few months, which I apologize for.
Now, without going into details, I hope to have both of these creative projects completely finished by the end of 2013.
This means that from the beginning of next year, I will probably be able to function a lot better on the people stuff, and I will be more engaged and accessible to you in my half-assed organizing role.
However, I should warn you, you're not going to like the way I do it.
But for now, 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.