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Nov. 5, 2015 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the 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 word roar for signal, token, whistle, out of the marching tune.
For your bike up on your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
Switch your bike up on your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man paid chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
The forest passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
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.
It's November the 5th, 2015.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Folks, I hate like the very devil to do this to you, but I'm afraid that once again this week I'm going to have to kind of cheat.
The words which have become the catchphrase of my life for the past year or so, and the words which will probably be chiseled on my tombstone as my epitaph have once again made their appearance, those words being Something has come up.
Apparently, it has somehow become written in the stars that for the foreseeable future, America is going to poop on me on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesdays.
This time, it's nothing political.
It's not some deep arcane manifestation of the world Jewish conspiracy.
It's not an impending FBI raid, at least as far as I know.
It's just standard, everyday American crap that people of my gender, race, and economic status have to deal with all the time.
Although, as we learned last February, that common or guard-variety American excrement can be lethally poisonous all on its own without any help from the dictatorship.
Nor can I sit here and swear to you guys that this is going to be the last time for a while that I'll be forced to resort to what I suppose you could call field expedience on this show.
Now, the fact is that the clerical and organizing and bureaucratic end of running even a kitchen table operation like the NF is taking up more and more of my time.
It's been a year now since I've actually written anything much other than RFN scripts, and now even those are getting hit by the constant demands on my time.
Not that it's all just American BS.
Now, for the next couple of months, I need to let you guys know I will be engaged in a project which those of you in the know will know about.
Yes, if I can clear my decks and free up some time without all these bloody interruptions day in and day out, I am going to start on that this month.
I'll report to you in print on how that's going.
However, over the Halloween weekend, some crap came crashing down on me, which I will have to deal with this week.
I don't know how long it's going to take or exactly what will be involved.
It's possible that I may be offline for a day or two.
I just don't know.
I need to get started on this, but before I do, just in case there is any interruption in my internet access, I need to upload this week's RFN.
I hate this.
I hate being constantly forced to just slap something together for this show because of these constant interruptions and peremptory theft of my time by the so-called real world.
But it is what it is, and until that wonderful personal assistant I keep fantasizing about materializes, which ain't going to happen in any future that can presently be foreseen, this situation is going to just keep on arising.
Meaning that this week, once again, I have to cheat.
I'm going to crib some segments from RFN number 35, the September 2010 FAQ podcast.
This is going to be a special Radio Free Northwest in that I'm going to use this one as a kind of FAQ broadcast.
There are certain questions and issues regarding the Northwest migration and the Northwest front that come up time and again, which I've dealt with over and over and over, and which I'm sure some of our regular listeners are getting tired of hearing about.
What I'll do in this broadcast is to try and deal with these recurring issues here definitively, and from now on, whenever they come up, I'll refer people to RFN number 35, dated September 3rd, 2010, for their answer.
People, we have got to get our heads together.
We have the plan now, the Northwest migration.
There's nothing else and realistically there will be nothing else.
Events in the outside world, the real world, have finally caught up with us and at long last our window of opportunity is visible on the horizon.
It's hurtling towards us with the speed of a freight train and we're going to have to jump on that train as it passes.
It's not going to stop for us.
If we miss that train, it's long gone and God knows when another one will come by.
Probably longer than we can afford to wait.
We have to be ready to take that window of opportunity when it offers.
We are nowhere near ready now, and it's making me tear my hair out and bang my head against the wall and rage in frustration.
So when I sound a bit testy sometimes, that's why.
Okay, first, Cavill, which I get every so often, words to the effect of, Harold, in your novels, in the Northwest Front literature, you're advocating violence and illegality.
A close cousin to this particular Cavill is that we are quote-unquote preaching hate.
Now, first off, let me explain the whole philosophy behind what I do and behind these podcasts specifically.
For many years, what passes for a white resistance movement in America has consisted almost completely of news commentary, which is the pablum of the right wing.
It's always been, Oh, look at this.
Look what they're doing to us now.
Oh, it's just so horrible.
Isn't it just so awful what the Jews and the government and the Bilderbergers are doing now.
Please, please send me money so I can keep on telling you how horrible it all is.
For 60 years, out of hundreds of right-wing and racial groups and personalities, it's been all news commentary, whining and complaining, and there's been virtually nothing at all about the solution to any of this.
Why not?
Because we all know what the solution is, and we're terrified to the point of shitting in our pants to speak of it.
That's one of the things I hope to accomplish with my Northwest novels.
I can't make white people brave again or give them the moral courage of our ancestors.
They have to find that within themselves.
But I want to at least remove the taboo on thinking and speaking about solutions to our racial and political problems that will actually bring about change.
Real change you can believe in, if you'll pardon the expression.
If I so chose, I could spend this more or less hour every week ranting and raving about Obongo and the Jews who are running him like Rahm Emanuel, David Axelrod, and Cass Sunstein.
I could rant and rave about the economy or unemployment or the foreclosure crisis or the banks or the Federal Reserve or Israel or the Bilderbergers, so forth and so on and so on.
And in the long run, there would be no difference between me and the Northwest Front and, say, American Free Press or WorldNetDaily or Newsmax.com or even Rush Limbaugh.
I could spend all my time doing what all the other groups and spokesholes and personalities do, rabbiting on and on and on about the problem.
Discussing and dissecting the problem in a hundred different ways and uttering not one whisper about the solution or about the terrible flaws in our own character which prevent us from taking that solution.
But at some point, somebody has to talk about these things out loud.
We at the Northwest Front and we in the Northwest migration movement have to be different if for no other reason than we are so small and so destitute that we can't possibly compete with some of these larger groups and websites when it comes to news commentary.
If I'm going to somehow obtain enough of a market share, pardon the expression, in order to place the Northwest Front at the head of first the movement, and then the white community as a whole, then I have to start out by being different.
I'm going to have to talk primarily about the two topics which up until now we have avoided like the plague.
Solutions and character.
Now first off, let's deal with this idea that what the NF and white nationalists in general advocate is some kind of hate.
It's nothing of the kind, of course.
Our cause is the survival of our race, but then the media and our lords and masters have never been too interested in the facts of the truth.
Knowing the natural propensity of humans to gravitate towards the positive rather than the negative, the Jews have succeeded in calling the good bad and the bad good, and they've achieved a monumental propaganda victory by getting the vast majority of the public to believe it.
Through their control of the media, churches, and other outlets, the Jews have seized control of the parameters of discussion and thought.
By declaring what is moral and what is immoral for the rest of us to hear and say and think, the Jews have seized the moral high ground on all issues, especially those dealing with race and culture.
Unfortunately, most people these days have not developed the adequate historical knowledge or the political awareness necessary to understand how today's morality has changed from that of our people's long past.
Most white people today haven't got a clue that indeed most of the famous people in history from Plato to Thomas Jefferson would be considered hateful bigots by today's liberal standards.
There can be no greater morality than that of the survival of the white race, and yet this is the first age in history where those who hold this viewpoint are widely viewed as evil and immoral, as haters.
Ninety years ago, a politician had a hard time getting elected in the South without Ku Klux Klan support.
When the Klan marched, they marched in broad daylight down the streets of major cities to the cheers of an adoring public.
At a rally today, fifty or so Klansmen need police protection from the hundreds and thousands of jeering fools and scum.
While this has much to do with the declining state of the overall quality of our movement, true, it also reflects the sheer magnitude of the Jewish victory over our minds.
What we think and say and teach is the truth.
What the Jews and the United States government say is lies.
It's that damn simple.
The truth is not hatred.
It is simply the truth.
The truth can never be offensive.
It simply is.
Is a man called a hater for loving his own family more than the family of another?
If a man prefers his own wife over another, does this mean he hates all other women?
And yet this is the logic that our enemies often use when they accuse us of hatred for loving or preferring our own racial family more than another.
The racial enemy, the Jews and their lick-spittle lackeys in the media, have taken this noblest of all ideals, that is, the preservation of God's creation, and turned it into something twisted and evil.
They've taken what is perfectly natural and right, the innate propensity of people to prefer their racial kindred, and called it hatred and bigotry.
But so what if we do hate?
Some things and some people deserve to be hated.
To hate what is wrong and what does harm to ourselves and to the people we love is a perfectly logical, understandable human reaction.
There is nothing wrong with hatred, if properly placed.
But we have to make sure that our Northwest movement is not about hatred.
It has to be about building a new society based on the natural and historic order of things.
Justice, which is the inevitable consequence of white rule, will occur without the useless fog of fury that clouds the mind in times when a clear mind will be needed the most.
There's a thin line between hatred and justice, and we do have to make sure that we never lose sight of it.
Now, on the advocating violence thing, I'm not advocating anything of the kind.
That would be illegal.
And God forbid that I should ever break the precious laws of our wonderful lords and masters in the District of Columbia.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Perish the thought.
I'm simply making a few perfectly valid observations and asking a few pointed questions about human nature.
Is there anybody out there who is really still dumb enough to believe that we will ever be able to somehow vote our way out of this mess?
Come on now.
If for no other reason, although white people aren't yet a purely numerical minority in North America, we are now effectively outnumbered at the polls due to the archaic electoral college system that swings most of the power to choose a president to the large minority-heavy states like California, Florida, New York, and Illinois.
And the same thing is the case on House of Representatives apportionment.
We're simply outnumbered now.
Look at what happened in 2008 when a combination of foreign money from George Soros and massive vote fraud on the part of Acorn put a nigger in the White House.
Now, does anyone really believe that racially conscious white men will ever again command that kind of money and power and influence?
Now, remember, the very purpose of democracy is to prevent change.
Look, occasionally we do get dumbasses who believe that the world I portray in my Northwest novels is real.
And they're going to arrive up here in the homeland and be handed a rifle and told to go out and shoot somebody by the NVA.
They get disillusioned real quick.
Right now, the Northwest Front operates on a basis of complete legality.
Someday that may change, but obviously I'm not going to sit here and discuss that.
Legality is a tactic, nothing more, nothing less, for the purpose of ensuring that we can continue to function.
For now, legality is our position, though.
And I do, in fact, tell people, time and again, not to engage in illegal acts.
I've done so repeatedly on several previous occasions on these podcasts, but I'll be happy to do it again.
Guys, do not break the law.
Don't even jaywalk or spit on the sidewalk, and I mean it.
This is not just something I'm saying to cover my ass.
You do no good.
To anyone in prison, not to yourself and not to the Northwest Republic.
Okay, moving right along here.
Next question.
What makes the Northwest Front different from all these other groups?
A legitimate question in view of the fact that, as yet, our listenership consists mostly of people who have some movement experience and who've been burned by previous fearless leaders.
Well, actually, a lot of things make the NF different from all the others, and I'll do my best to hit the high points.
First and foremost, the Northwest Front has a plan.
It's called the Butler Plan, and it's in the party manual, the white book.
The others don't have a plan.
None of them, at all.
Northwest Front, plan.
All of the others, no plan.
It's that damn simple.
Are we clear on this now?
Good.
That's the first thing that makes us different.
The second thing that makes the Northwest Front different from all the others is that our group is deed-based rather than word-based.
All the other groups' central purpose or litmus test or reason for being is based on something that you say.
The Northwest Front is based on something that you do, specifically coming here to the Pacific Northwest to make your life here and to join in the struggle for a sovereign and independent white nation.
Now, we demand of our people that they commit a completely legal, physical act, specifically that they come here to the Northwest.
Other organizations have membership cards.
With the Northwest Front, your membership card is your zip code.
The rest of the movement responds to this existential crisis of civilization our race is facing by tap-tap-tap-tapping on a computer keyboard and, maybe once in a blue moon, having a little meeting in a rented motel banquet room, where they eat rubber chicken served by Mexican and nigger waiters, where they can stand up and whine about how bad things are and pass around a few books and pamphlets describing the Jewish world conspiracy, so forth and so on.
The same information that was available 50 years ago.
The same thing we were doing 50 years ago.
Except not nearly so many people at the rubber chicken dinners these days.
Meet, eat, and retreat, and then shuffle out into the darkness while the third world waiters clear away the debris and set the table for the Rotary Club luncheon tomorrow.
That's it, the whole John Mert Society shtick.
That's all the existing movement is doing about our impending racial extinction.
Unless you want to count posting a lot of deranged and childish rubbish on V-bullets and internet forums, which I don't.
Now, there's something else that makes the Northwest Front different from the rest, a mindset that I've discussed before, but I'll give it another whack.
Throughout the so-called movement, deeply embedded therein, there runs a streak of profound and overpowering defeatism.
The terrible fact is that most of us have accepted in our own mind that our race is completely doomed, that there is nothing that can actually be done to save our people or Western civilization.
And that any attempt to try is foredoomed and very dangerous.
The Northwest Front rejects that, absolutely.
I say again that our whole strategy is based on one primary actual physical act, a deed, which, although it's perfectly legal, will eventually lead to revolution, because in addition to its strategic and tactical value, homecoming produces a profound moral and psychological victory.
It breaks the pattern of passive acceptance and gets white people back into the habit of doing rather than saying.
It puts an end to the interminable tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
At least it will do if we can fix our character problem.
Now, there's something else.
Going out of this sense of hopeless defeatism...
There is also, some of us think, some kind of tacit agreement that we have with Zog.
This is especially common among the so-called leaders in the existing movement, such as they are and such as it is.
You see, these people know in their hearts that they don't really mean it, and they think that Zog knows and accepts that as well, and so will refrain from crushing them, just so long as we don't actually rock the boat.
Well, they're half right.
Let's be honest, guys.
Collectively speaking, most of us don't really mean any of this racial stuff we babble about on the internet.
I mean, come on.
For once, let's tell it like it is.
If we meant any of this, we wouldn't be babbling about it on the internet.
We'd be out there in the real world doing real things.
Barefoot Iraqis and Afghans with nothing but an AK-47 and a couple of magazines can fight against the same tyrant who oppresses us, and they do so with success.
We can't, apparently.
These people that we despise and whom we call ragheads and sand niggers will fight.
We won't.
The difference is simple.
They believe.
We don't.
It's time we looked a brutal fact in the face.
None of us feels sufficiently strongly about our so-called racial ideals to place our physical bodies at risk of death, prison, pain, or even moderately uncomfortable physical exercise.
We know that life for our children and grandchildren is going to be a hell that we cannot even imagine, and we do nothing about it because it's too hard and too dangerous, the armchair is too soft, the beer is too cold, and the nachos are too salty and tasty.
And we're just going to do like our own grandfathers and our own fathers did.
We're just going to sit back, enjoy the ride as much as we can, and we're going to let our children and our grandchildren fend for themselves.
That's been the unspoken movement attitude for 50 years.
And then along comes this horrible Northwest migration led by the horrible Harold.
And for the first time, we have a chance to change ourselves inside by adopting a simple program, the Butler Plan, and just...
Acting on it.
Really doing it.
And not just talking about it.
It's safe and it's legal.
The only danger is economic, and that can be avoided as well with a little effort and advanced planning.
Now, laying aside the merits of the idea itself for the moment, what is the Northwest Migration?
It is first and foremost an act.
It involves...
Physical motion, doing physical things like packing one's possessions into a van, driving up an interstate highway to the Northwest homeland, not sitting behind a computer screen and playing in the artificial virtual movement that exists on the V-bulletin boards and the internet forums.
These acts are not of themselves illegal.
The Northwest novels are fiction.
There's no NVA yet.
In real life, no one's asking you to shoot anybody or detonate a bomb or break a single law that will get you in trouble.
Northwest migration is completely lawful.
And once the preliminary hurdles are overcome, it's actually in your self-interest, since the Northwest is one of the very few remaining decent places to live on this continent.
As an aside, I have yet to hear of anyone leaving here once they get properly settled in and established.
I've heard of people turning down six-figure salaries rather than relocate from the Northwest back to California or Chicago.
But at the risk of repeating myself to the point of boring you, I cannot emphasize enough that the precedent of doing...
Rather than talking is what makes us different.
Somehow, down through the years, we have bought into this false idea that knowledge alone is enough.
How many times have we heard this business about, well, we have to educate our own people, and when this or that happens, it'll wake white people up.
Okay, but once you get white people awake, what then?
The one thing that distinguishes the American racial right above all things is that it is almost completely devoid of action of any kind.
We have spent the past 60 years trying to fight against this terrible evil with nothing but words, and it clearly isn't working.
We have to somehow break out of this paralyzed mindset that prevents us from acting.
The Northwest Front is the beginning of that process, and this is what makes us different.
This is that Idaho bluegrass band we had on a few months ago.
They call themselves the Random Canyon Growlers.
Lord, I'm afraid to go home I fear the changes I'll see'Cause the memories I hold Deep in my heart, alas, I wanna keep
I grew up in those green rolling hills and I left when I turned 17. And I knew that I'd be back to know this was how long it would be.
A boat sailed across the Atlantic Ocean.
Trains took me the whole world around.
And I loved Betty, a foreign girl.
If things got heavy, I'd just leave town.
I'm afraid to go home.
I'll fear the changes I'll see.
Cause memories I hold.
Deep in my heart, at last I want to keep the world's best.
I'd work when My pockets are empty, drink and dance when they were full.
Got a letter that read of my mother's passing and back to home I was full.
It's been 22 years since I was last in New England, 10 since dad left this earth.
Now I'm headed back to, committed to the ground, back to the place of my bird.
Bird, I'm afraid to go home.
I fear the changes I'll see, cause memories I hold Deep in my heart, alas, I want to keep guitar
solo, there's no
To die and that I'm getting old Can't escape the fact that I'm gonna die I'll make one last trip to the far northeast To be buried on that old hillside Lord, I'm afraid to go home I fear the changes I'll see 'Cause the memories I hold Deep in my heart are last I wanna keep 'Cause the memories I hold Deep in my heart are last We
haven't had any movement history on here for a while.
One of the names that our younger listeners especially may not be familiar with or remember is that of a German-Canadian revisionist historian named Ernst Zündel.
That is a name that we always need to remember.
The Holocaust trials that Ernst went through in the late 80s and early 90s in Canada will eventually be written down in history as I...
Personally believe the turning point in the demolition of that particular horrendous myth.
What I've got here for you is just some extracts from a two-hour-long kind of documentary about the Zundel case.
I've excerpted some comments from Ernst himself, and also from Fred Luepter, the gas chamber expert who testified at his trial.
If you're not familiar with Ernst's work and the history of what happened to him, you really should Google him and look him up because this is one of our greatest heroes in many respects.
Definitely part of the last of the summer wine, so to speak, as I said earlier on in my interview with Matt Heimbach.
I was charged under an ancient Canadian statute called the False News Law.
Now, luckily, Americans don't have that kind of law because you fought a revolution.
And the Canadians...
Unluckily, when the British turfed out that ancient false news law that the kings of England had promulgated in the year 1275 against wandering minstrels that used to go to taverns in England.
Singing what nasty guys the tax collectors were, and what scoundrels the kings were, and, you know, early versions of Bill Clinton, that they basically said, we're going to put an end to this, and they passed a false news law, and you could go to jail in England if you falsely accused somebody, which, of course, if you are in power, you can easily say, you falsely accused me.
And so I was accused under that blasted law, and I'd always been kind of looking at the criminal court of Canada, every chapter and verse, and trying to stay a mile away from anything that could be dangerous to me, but I thought, that surely does not.
It applied to me because I tell the truth.
What I'm telling is true news, not false news.
But my enemies convinced the justice of the peace it was otherwise.
Dr. Forison had said to me, we can solve the mystery of the gas chambers in Auschwitz and all these other places if we find an American expert, because America is the only country that dispatches people with gas.
I was confronted for the first time.
With technical drawings, architectural drawings, crematory buildings, flues, chimneys, the works, I had never seen anything like that.
I had always dealt with research in the Second World War.
Basically, I had interviewed German eyewitnesses, European eyewitnesses to the conflict, but I had never gone for the forensic or technical aspect.
And the lecture towards the end showed an American gas chamber in Maryland and an explanation that an American official in that particular prison facility had given to Dr. Forison of how difficult it was to gas a person in the United States.
I had been hit with a proverbial two-by-four.
I had never ever considered the aspects that this man had unearthed and had kind of documented with these slides and documents that he had brought from the Auschwitz archives.
He had gone to Auschwitz himself, gone to the archives.
He was the first one to discover these German glass plate negatives of these building plants in a dusty shelf in Auschwitz.
And it was, of course, during the time when the communists were very much in power there.
And he found a librarian there who, apparently for a pound of coffee, was very helpful, and he obtained these documents.
By this time, I was so fed up being hounded in the courts that I thought, this is going to be the mother of all trials.
I'm going to put an end to this nonsense.
I'm going to dredge up every Holocaust survivor, every document, every technical drawing Dr. Forizan can heave into the prosecution's face.
I'm going to put an end to this nonsense, you know, once and for all.
And if I should find out, and I really mean that, if I should find out, That I have been conned myself.
Then I will terminate everything, retire from this, apologize to the Jewish community, tell them, look, I was fed a bill of goods, I was wrong, and then finally walk into the sunset, open the health food store I had always wanted to do, and be done with it, you know?
Dr. Forreston flew to Boston, met Fred Leuchter in the middle of my second trial.
In the middle of my second trial.
He reported back to me, oh mon dieu, oh my god, Ernst, Leuchter believes in the Holocaust.
He said he believes that there were all these gas chambers.
Dr. Forzon was very shook up, and so he would commiserate with me 10 o 'clock at night back in his motel.
He said, oh, Ernst, I don't know if that man is going to be a good witness, because after all, you know, I said, Dr. Forzon, this is not the issue here.
Is he an expert or is he not an expert?
Do you have faith that he has built these things?
Do you think he checks out?
What do you think?
I was impressed by him.
I was concerned about the freedom of speech issue.
I had assumed that Canada had the same freedom of speech provisions that we have in the United States, and of course I subsequently found out this wasn't true.
I also was very concerned when I found out that I was the only person with the expertise to examine these facilities and ensure that Mr. Zundel got a fair trial.
I had a reasonably good career as a consultant.
I worked with all of the states with capital punishment.
I was recognized throughout the courts in the United States as being the only expert on all types of execution equipment.
I'm certified by those same courts.
Fred told me straight into my face, and I've always admired that about him.
He said, you understand.
I will tell the truth about what I found.
If I find that these are gas chambers, in my opinion, by what I find there, I will say so.
And I said, Fred, that's exactly what I would expect.
I can cope with the truth.
My life has been basically a quest for truth.
And, you know, I will draw the proper consequences once you come back with your report.
And I, for a week, worked the telephones with all my supporters around the world because what he was asking was a king's ransom for his services, you know, in the middle of a trial.
Because litigation is hellishly expensive as it is, I hadn't figured I could find the money.
But yet, some of my angels obviously realized that we were here onto something that could be decisive.
I raised the money.
Put a team together, and in February 1988, sent an interpreter translator who spoke five languages, amongst them Polish and Yiddish, to Auschwitz, Majdanek, and Birkenau.
I sent a draftsman that would work with Fred in measuring these facilities.
Fred took facial masks along, double bagging all these samples, chisels, hammers, and his wife came along on their honeymoon because they had just gotten married, and a videographer.
From my own firm, I sent him along.
So every step that Fred Leuchter and the team did was filmed.
Every step.
They were not to call in any way.
They were on their own for the entire time that they were there.
We had alternate escape plans.
I had maps of Czechoslovakia and Austria.
And assuming we had a problem, we were going to grab the samples and run.
I was working in a communist country, a totalitarian country, that for some 40-odd years had worked to suppress the truth.
And I was not uncomfortable at all in working under their noses to promulgate the truth to anyone who wanted to hear it.
Tragedy struck, and I thought with my paranoid mind that I was being set up by something, that there might have been a leak, maybe somebody bugged my phone, and somebody knew, and I had made most of the phone calls outside my house, but maybe there was an internal spy or somebody, because one day in the morning before I go to court, I get a call, clearly American-accented male voice saying, I am from the bereavement division of the United States Air Force.
There has been a tragedy.
I need to get in touch with Mr. and Mrs. Leuchter.
I said, like hell.
I didn't believe it.
And so I stalled for time.
I asked him, look, give me some details.
Call me back.
I'm heading out for court.
Call me back after court this afternoon.
And I kept stalling.
Well, it turns out that Mrs. Loiter, who had been married before, one of her sons died tragically in an accident in Oklahoma on an airbase.
Now, here I was between the rock and the hard place.
I realized that Fred Leuchter could bring an answer to a historical question that had plagued the Western world, the world generally, for the last 50 years almost.
I knew that they were at a crucial phase of their work in Poland, and I was torn.
And I have to tell you, and I'm not ashamed to say it, I came down on the side of the cause.
Because the boy was dead, that's what I reasoned with myself.
My job was to get that mission accomplished for them to come back and to unravel what the heck was going on in Auschwitz.
Whatever went on.
And I said, call this or not.
There's a job to be done.
I'm in charge of this trial.
I initiated this mission.
I take full responsibility before my karma and before God.
This mission is going to be accomplished before I tell Fred and his wife that the boy was killed.
Fate intervened.
The American officer called me back.
24 hours later, they had tracked down Fred's mother.
Fred had told her where they were going.
And so, on the strength of knowing that they were in Poland, the American Air Force got in touch with the American Embassy in Poland.
The American Embassy in Poland got in touch with the Polish state radio.
Interior Ministry, they broadcast all over Poland.
We are looking for Fred Leuchter.
He's an American customer expert.
And so, my whole story that I had kept so tightly was...
Broadcast all over Poland, you know.
I didn't know that.
I didn't know that.
I found that out later.
But anyways, there is some good ending to this story, if you can say that.
The Polish police, not known in Europe for being exactly the equivalent of the FBI.
The Polish police found Fred Leuchter and Mrs. Leuchter.
They found them in Majdanek, in the gas chamber, chiseling away.
They're taking samples, the echo.
We have the film footage as the Polish police comes walking like two Nazi officers with the writing breaches across the snowy, wind-blown field towards the gas chamber.
They thought they were going to be arrested, that somebody had ratted them out.
Luckily, our interpreter was there, who spoke fluent Polish, explained the situation, and then something heroic takes place in that Caroline Leuchter.
Fred's wife, when she's confronted with the story of the death of her boy, in the gas chamber, the alleged gas chamber in Majdanek, makes the decision and tells Fred, we are finishing this mission.
We are not returning home before this job is done.
I was flabbergasted when I was told that later on, that this woman had actually made the same decision, even though she was the mother of that boy who had been killed in Oklahoma, to go through with the mission.
And they did.
And a day later, the Polish police, with blue lights, not red lights in Europe, not sirens, but what they call the Martin Horns, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, all the way from Meideneck, Auschwitz, heading towards Warsaw to the airport.
And I'd always wondered, in Europe, you know, especially in communist Europe, they inspect your luggage as you leave the country.
And this was one of my big fears, the going in and the going out.
These were the two bottlenecks that I wasn't quite sure how Fred was going to cope with.
He was convinced that he was able to talk his way past it because Fred was Fred.
He didn't have to do any talking.
The Polish police gave him escorts.
He said there were so many police at the airport, it was like some welcoming committee.
He didn't have to go through opening your suitcase, look at my chisels and look at my samples and look at my masks and everything else.
No.
They right, clear, sailed through security and went on the plane and I got the call.
The Eagles have landed.
I could see the facial muscles working in the judge.
I could see the pale face of the prosecutor, who had done a very good job with the case.
And he saw that this could be...
I mean, this was history-making.
That was clear to everybody present.
Fred was a very good witness.
It was a bad situation for me.
I didn't seek it, but I ran with it once I got it, and I'm still running with it.
And if my enemies were not so hate-driven, but only did a little human, Turn for once and talk to Ernst.
I would have maybe retired a long time ago.
I was really a nobody.
I had no money.
I have no academic credentials.
I am not handsome.
I am not tall.
I am not anything.
I'm just a little guy.
But I have a viewpoint.
And I have rights.
I had a right to say what I said.
Guaranteed by the Canadian Constitution, and there's a definition after those nine years of litigation by these majority of the judges in my case, and they said that a minority must have a right to express its viewpoint, not in fear of prosecution, even though what they say might be extremely disliked by the majority of the population.
So, no criminal court in Canada would convict me.
The gentleman who never struggled anybody, never did commit an act of violence, always careful with my emotions, always concerned about their feelings, but fully conscious that I am a person.
I have rights.
I also have rights.
The sons of German soldiers have rights to defend their fathers.
And the Canadian system honored my behavior of almost 40 years by setting me free.
These disgusting human rights tribunal hearings that I was going to address.
Basically instituted by Jewish complainants that have been hounding and persecuting me for the last 20 years.
Because as a German I refuse to adopt a Jewish viewpoint on my people's history.
I am a German-Canadian.
I am not a Jew.
I am a German.
And I'm saying to you the Holocaust is an extortion racket that they are using for political power to occupy Palestine and to browbeat and break the bones of Palestinians.
And I, as a German person, will not allow the German guild money to finance the browbeating of the Palestinians.
I wish that I could tell you that Ernst came through in the end and lived happily ever after.
Unfortunately, not so much.
The persecution continued to make a very long and very complex story short.
And again, I recommend you guys look this up online because it is a tragic and in some respects inspiring tale.
Ernst was stripped of his Canadian citizenship.
He attempted to seek asylum in the United States through his marriage to another revisionist historian, Ingrid Rembrandt.
He was basically betrayed and set up by American immigration.
Returned to Germany and sentenced to five years in prison, which is the standard sentence for Holocaust denial over there.
During the course of his trial in 2006, I think it was, his own lawyer, a woman named Sylvia Stoltz, was also dismissed from the bar and arrested herself for trying to defend Ernst on the grounds that basically he was speaking the truth.
So she went to prison as well as he did.
Literally every minute of those five years.
Apparently they timed his release from the prison in Germany where he was incarcerated literally down to the minute when he was admitted five years before so he did not get one single minute off for good time, good behavior, anything like that.
He was, however, able to return to the family home where he had left all those 40, 50 years ago to go to Canada, a little cabin of some kind in the Black Forest, and I believe he is still there today.
He's in his late 70s now.
Unfortunately, his American wife, Ingrid, I don't know if she's actually seen him at all since then, but I don't think so, because she herself is banned from entering Germany, and he's banned from leaving.
They won't issue him a passport.
And if Ingrid were to attempt to visit her husband in Germany, she herself would be arrested and imprisoned for Holocaust denial.
On a personal note, I know Ernst Sundl.
I worked with him and Eric Thompson and George Dietz in the late 70s in Reedy, West Virginia, a little experiment we had going there with a printing press.
Some of you really, really old hands may remember that, but I met Ernst on a number of occasions.
I talked with him extensively.
And he is definitely one of the most admirable men in our movement that I have ever met.
From the day he first awakened until this very day, he has never backed down, and he has never ceased to stand for the truth and for justice and for basic human decency.
It's been a while since we've had a good old-fashioned Irish rebel song on here.
This is one called The Patriot Game, and it's written by Dominic Bahan, who was the poet Brendan Bahan's brother.
For those of you who keep up with all things Hibernian.
Come all you young rambles And list while I sing For the love of one's country Is a terrible thing It banishes fear with And it makes us all part
of the Patreon game.
Well, my name is O 'Hanlon, and I've just turned 16. My home is in Monaghan, and that's where I was weak.
I've learned all my life through England to play So I play my own part in the Patreon game Well,
it's nearly two years now since I've wandered away We're the local battalion of the bold IRA I've read of our heroes and I've wanted the same To play my own part in
the Patreon game Well, this island of ours has a long been half free.
Six counties are under jumbles, tyranny, and most of our leaders are greatly to blame.
We're not sharing their part in the Patreon game They told me how calmly was shot in his chair His wounds from the battle all bleeding and bare His fine-bodied twin I
think of those traitors Who bought and who sold?
And I wish that my right foe had given the same to those grizzlings who sold out the Patreon game.
So come all you young rebels and list while I sing.
For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.
It banishes with the speed of the flame.
And it makes us all fond of the Patreon game Well, my name is O'Hanlon And I've just turned sixteen Thank you
The next few issues I need to deal with, I think, are basic misconceptions as to the whole nature of Northwest migration.
I don't want to call these misconceptions heresies, because this is not a religion.
I don't want to call them errors, because that makes me sound arrogant and patronizing, like I claim to know everything and be right all the time, which I don't.
So let's just call these things sidetracks or distractions, because they sidetrack us and distract us from building a proper independence movement and preparing for the establishment of a sovereign nation here in the Northwest.
Now, while most of these sidetracks and distractions are sincerely believed by the people who speak about them, in all honesty, I have to point out that a lot of these sidetracks are basically excuses for us to continue to do nothing, and above all, excuses for us to avoid confronting the United States and its armed men.
Guys, we can't be making these excuses anymore.
We have to act, or else our race really is going to become extinct within the next century.
The first thing we have to do is to stop trying to think up excuses to avoid personal risk and inconvenience, because there's no way that anything can ever be accomplished without risk and inconvenience.
A good rule of thumb we need to adopt in the white resistance movement is, if it's easy and safe, then it probably won't work.
Okay, first let's deal with what I suppose might be called the survivalist sidetrack, Northwest migration as a purely personal survival project and not as a political act.
The idea that Northwest migration means run away and hide in a wee cabin in the Northwoods where Obama can't find us.
Well, you can do that if you want, so long as you at least hide out in a little cabin here in the Northwest.
At least that'll get you into the ballpark.
But I have two words for you folks.
Ruby Ridge.
Ask Randy Weaver how well trying to hide out in the woods worked out for him.
The FBI spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to spy on Randy and his family in their cabin, and they arranged an Edgar Steele-style frame-up to try and put him in prison on a bogus gun charge through a law that shouldn't even exist at all.
And the man never did anything at all to anyone.
He just sat out there in the woods all on his own, and yet the government could not abide that.
They could not allow this one man and his family to separate themselves from the world of Ronald McDonald and MTV.
They wouldn't let Randy Weaver do it, and they won't let you do it either.
Because, you see, the great liberal lefty hippy-dippy utopia, where everybody lives off a government check and runs around grazing in the grass and screwing everything with a pulse and the Democrats rule forever, can't work unless everybody is forced to participate.
You can't be allowed to opt out because it's such a basically shitty and degenerate dream and such an unnatural way to live that if people were allowed to opt out in any way, most white people would do so.
And the liberal brave new world can't exist without white people, otherwise you don't have a brave new world, all you've got is the third world, if you get my drift.
A similar sidetrack is the Beaver Cleaverville idea, the idea that we find some little isolated town in Idaho or wherever and build a 1950s theme park complete with white bread, Ozzie Nelson cardigans, bobby socks, some good old-fashioned whitewashed Protestant churches for Sundays, the red, white, and blue, and the whole Pat Boone scenario.
That's also known as the Brady Bunch fantasy, i.e.
the idea that we can somehow turn back the clock.
The trouble is, that's not possible.
And the problem is, as I've just said, they won't let us do it in any case.
Folks, I get it.
Believe me, I do.
There are a lot of people out there who share this dream.
I know.
I talk to them online every day.
These folks want to create Beaver Cleaverville, and I get that 100%.
It's a white thing.
It means they have good racial instincts.
The white man has a long pastoral history of living on small farmsteads and in very small towns, which provide a few simple goods and services.
It's a good way of life, one that's natural to us.
I understand that.
It was like that for the first 150 years or so in this country before capitalism and the Jews began economically squeezing us all into the cities where we could be more easily controlled and where they could profit from our labor.
And for many generations, white Americans have been seeking some way to escape back into this wonderful time we seem to remember in our chromosomes.
But we can't.
Folks, I don't know how else to say this.
The clock of history and human events runs forward.
Always.
It cannot be turned back.
The past is the past.
We have to start looking to the future, and we have to accept that that future is going to be a lot different from what we might want it to be.
The North American continent now contains massive numbers of completely unassimilable non-whites who do not share this dream and who will never share it, and who will never fit into any such scenario.
Remember, there were no mosques or taco stands or nigger gangbangers in the Beavers' hometown, and the Brady Bunch never had to deal with crack cocaine or sodomy.
Well, at least not on the television screen.
The actors were a different story, but we won't get into that.
Whether we like it or not, those things and worse are what America is all about these days, and the dirt can't be scrubbed or vacuumed or sandblasted away.
Then there is the uncomfortable truth that if anyone ever did succeed in creating Beaver Cleaverville in some small valley here in Idaho or in Alabama or anywhere else, eventually the lumbering thugs in the body armor with the automatic weapons would come.
They would make up some excuse like they did with the Branch Davidians or the Texas Mormons or the Weaver family.
United States Marshals and FBI will come in the dawn and drag the Cleavers away into living hell because, as I say again, the only way that any American version of the liberal's brave new world will ever work is if...
Everybody participates either voluntarily or by force because the brave new world of the liberals is so utterly repugnant to the human spirit that if you give people an out, they will eventually take it and nobody will be left in the wonderful new paradise for people like Rahm Emanuel and Arianna Huffington and Al Franken and Jon Stewart to lord it over and feel superior to.
And we can't have that now, can we?
The United States of America has proven time and again that they will brutally punish anyone who tries to separate themselves from the brave new world of Bill and Hillary Clinton and Barack Hussein Obama.
Ask Bill White.
Ask Edgar Steele.
And if you dare to resist, their snipers will gun you down in your own doorway like they did to Vicki Weaver, and they'll burn your home to the ground with you and your family inside, just like they did the Branch Davidians.
I know it's been 17 years since Waco, but to me it's like yesterday, and I know all of you must have seen the video footage.
I don't know how anybody can watch that burning compound with the children inside all those years ago and not get the message, but apparently an awful lot of our people don't.
Folks, we can indeed build such a white paradise here in the Pacific Northwest, but first we have a revolution to win.
There can be no hope for white people without a nation-state of our own, only for us.
We can indeed create your Beaver Cleaverville many times over, but only once we have removed the evil people who now rule us and taken our political and racial destiny back into our own hands.
we must someday confront the United States and its armed men, and we must begin preparing for that day now.
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Guys, if you learn nothing else from anything I have ever written or said, burn this into your brains.
Nothing can be accomplished without state power in our hands, not theirs.
Somehow, sometime, we must find within ourselves the courage and the will to confront the powers of darkness and defeat them.
There's no way out, no matter how we may try to wriggle and rationalize our way off the hook.
At some point, we fight or someday, we die.
All of us.
This would be a good lead-in to address the whole question of white enclaves as opposed to a whole new nation.
Now, just as the Northwest idea is not original with me, the idea has been around almost 40 years now, so is the idea of establishing small local white enclaves rather than a whole new white nation.
It's a concept that's been around for quite a while.
On the internet, this idea is best expressed in what's called the Pioneer Little Europe, or PLE.
The basic idea is that since there's tens of thousands, and indeed hundreds of thousands of white nationalists, depending on how broad your definition of white nationalism is, the question is this.
What if we could get all of us to move to some little town or medium-sized city like Peoria, Illinois, which was Matt Hale's idea, or some rural county in the Northwest that's very sparsely populated, and then we get everybody registered to vote and we take over the local government.
We get our own sheriff.
We get our own mayor and county commissioners and our own dog catchers, so forth and so on, thereby creating our own white enclave or reservation or bantu stand, whatever you want to call it.
Now, this kind of thing has been done before.
The Rajneesh cult took over a small town here in Argon for a couple of years in the 1980s by bringing in thousands of cult members to live in their commune and outvoting the locals.
And the Scientologists have done the same in some small town in Florida whose name escapes me at the moment, and I believe they voted in their own city council, which for all I know may still be the case.
And granted, all of this sounds very logical and convincing.
On the internet.
Like everything else to do with us, it's when we try to take it off the internet and into the real world that the problems start cropping up.
And when you look a little closer, there are a lot of problems with this whole PLE concept, both practical and ideological problems.
Now, we'll deal with the practical ones first.
The first practical difficulty which emerges with the PLE idea is that same perennial problem that all of white nationalism has, that of character.
The perennial disconnect between what is said and what is done.
This weird idea we have that to articulate a problem is to solve it.
The complete lack of any connection in our own minds between what we say on the internet and what we do in our real world lives.
We're not weirded out cult members and we simply don't have the kind of brainwashed discipline to pack up and move whenever and wherever some guru tells us to.
Oh, would it were so!
With white people, us and the libertarians and the Christian fundamentalists, everybody wants to talk about it on the internet and nobody wants to actually do it.
And we're waiting for somebody else to give us permission.
We're waiting for somebody else to go first, just like with the Northwest.
Why the hell do you think I'm on here every week begging and pleading for people to come home?
And it's not just us.
The libertarians are running into the same problem with their New Hampshire migration, and the Christian fundamentalists are running into it with their South Carolina migration.
I think they've gotten maybe a dozen families each actually to make the move, and their assets, resources, and communications are far better than ours.
We all have the same situation, the poor character, apathy, and lack of seriousness of the white population, who are basically consumer animals, 20th century economic units of production and consumption.
They don't want to move anywhere.
They want to go to the mall.
They want all their problems solved in place by some magical, fearless leader so they don't have to exert any effort or take any risk.
And that's how certain fearless leaders make a living off the movement.
They promise white people that all these terrible problems can be solved without blood and sweat and tears, without packing a moving van, and above all, without ever having to show strength and courage and confront the United States and its armed men.
And white people desperately, desperately want to believe them, which is why I have as much difficulty as I do getting through to people.
I don't tell white people what they want to hear, and I get stoned for it.
We come up with these brilliant ideas on the internet.
We talk it to death, and then when it comes time for somebody to give up their precious leisure time off work to get behind the wheel of their car and do some long-distance driving to meet people in the flesh, or open their checkbook and write a man-sized check with some serious zeros on it, all of a sudden we become frightened.
We lose interest and we start wandering away, surfing the net for some other form of entertainment.
Yes, you don't need to remind me.
There are honorable exceptions to this.
More and more of them.
I've met some of them this month, in fact.
And slowly but surely, we are identifying these people, contacting them, and getting them all ginned up to make the move.
But this process is way, way too slow, and I'm really worried that events will overtake us while we're waiting for whites to make up their mind.
There are an abundance of internet rumors about mysterious PLEs that are supposed to be set up here, there, and everywhere.
Now, as nearly as I can determine, and I've done my best to track some of these stories down, none of this seems to be actually happening except in a small way here in the Northwest through the Northwest Front.
It seems to be one of our neurotic ways of dealing with the fact that none of us are actually doing doodly squat, that we make up these stories about all kinds of secret activity and revolutionary happenings that the Jew media is suppressing, of course.
But none of it's really happening.
The few times that anyone even vaguely white and racial has actually done anything physical and in the real world, we see how the media reacts in real life.
They don't suppress it.
They descend like a cloud of shrieking vampire bats on whatever hapless group of white boys happens to have screwed up and actually done something.
Ask April Gaty up in Kalispell.
She gets hit with a media feeding frenzy almost every week.
And besides, as far as mysterious and secret PLEs go, I simply don't believe that we're capable of keeping a secret like that.
There's no secret PLEs out there except for our own tiny primary settlement areas here in the Northwest.
I do know that there are small groups of Christian identity people in certain small towns in Idaho, mostly left over from the Butler days.
Maybe half a dozen families or so apiece, but I don't know if you'd call that a PLE.
In the long run, the biggest problem with enclaves in general is that they would be too small to survive on their own and they would necessarily be surrounded by hostile territory.
One of the main objections to setting up a homeland in an area like, say, New England is that it would be too small.
The existing United States military would be able to surround it and occupy it, something that these Vermont secessionists and New Hampshire libertarians can't seem to wrap their minds around.
Landlocked enclaves would be very difficult to keep supplied with the necessities of life that they'd have to import from somewhere else, since the land space and possibly the airspace surrounding the enclave would be controlled by the Americans or by other hostiles, the Aslan, Mexicans, or whatever the situation is that might arise in years to come.
A look at what the Israelis are doing to Gaza and the West Bank, even as we speak, and you'll see the problem with small enclaves surrounded by superior military force.
Do you want your children living like the children of Gaza are forced to exist?
I know I've said that we're talking about a Soviet-style collapse, but we don't yet know for sure precisely how the dissolution of the United States is going to come about.
Will it be bit by bit?
Will it be one huge collapse?
How much military force will the United States still command?
Will the military itself mutiny?
Will they just sell their weapons for food and wander away like a lot of the Soviet military in Eastern Europe did in the 1990s?
Will they transfer their allegiance to smaller states and entities that can actually pay them like the Soviet military?
We just don't know these things yet.
If the Zionist regime in Washington, D.C. remains in even partial power...
Then some small white enclave attempting to secede would be surrounded by a bitterly hostile enemy and would eventually be overrun and destroyed.
A new white nation in North America needs to possess certain geographic, demographic, and economic assets in order to be viable.
We need a lot of geography.
There would have to be a lot of room to grow into, since we'll be taking in the remnants of white populations from the world over.
The Northwest is so big that the United States simply can't occupy all of it.
The Americans can't put a soldier or a cop behind every Douglas fir.
A new white nation will need a coastline with deepwater harbors so that all access to the country would not rely on overflying or overland travel through hostile territory, or there'll have to be some kind of navy to resist blockade.
Imagine what would happen if the wretched inhabitants of the enclave of Gaza were strong enough and had a navy and an air force to break the Israeli blockade.
There will have to be mineral resources, sufficient arable and pasture land to grow our own food, and a sufficient infrastructure in manufacturing, energy, transportation, and so forth, so that the new nation will have a chance to survive and prosper and take in the millions of white people who will eventually flee to the homeland from the ends of the earth, which are still controlled by the Zionists and the liberals.
The Pacific Northwest has all these things.
No other contiguous part of the continent does.
Oh, and by the way, all of the above also applies to little 20-acre compounds as well.
I went over that one just a couple of weeks ago, and I'll do you all the courtesy of assuming that after the Branch Davidian and Montana Freeman and Ed and Lorraine Brown sieges, you can all figure out why our holing up on one little piece of property is even more hopeless than our trying to take over some little town and turn it into Beaver Cleaverville.
Well, our time is up 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 and Aban.
Freedom!
For poor old Ireland, And full bitter was their fate, Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow Till the name of 98, Yet the end of the world Thank God it still is beating hearts in manhood's morning noon.
Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
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