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Jan. 26, 2017 - 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, a rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, up and arching tune.
For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
Which arrived upon your shore Like the rising of the moon Out from many a mud wall Cabin eyes were watching Through the night Many a manly chest was throbbing For the blessed warming light The waters 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 days were clashing out Raising all the wood Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's January the 26th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
One of the more serious problems I've always had in my work, especially as regards Radio Free Northwest, is to find some way to conduct serious and in-depth conversations with my own people in which I discuss with you vitally important topics, in which I tell you things you need to know, and ask you to think about things you really need to be thinking about.
But wherein I need to find some way to do so without giving away crucial and confidential information to some very bad people who routinely monitor these podcasts and who seek to do us harm.
No, that's not just paranoia.
Every month I get little signs and hints here and there that we're being listened to by some very unpleasant and undesirable individuals, ranging from assorted agents and analysts to the dictatorship's multifarious secret police apparati.
To operatives of assorted NGOs, or non-governmental organizations such as the ADL and SPLC, on over to a wide range of mentally and emotionally disturbed people who are acting on bizarre personal agendas, or who are simply insane, and who are more or less just stalkers.
In some ways, they're the most dangerous of all, because even the most cursory contact with some of them makes it pretty clear they haven't got all their marbles.
Now this week I'm going to attempt to address one of the most serious obstacles the Northwest Front faces.
It's a problem in perception which some of you have spoken to me about and which I understand and agree is an entirely legitimate cause for concern.
Now indeed, no one in the party is more concerned about it than I am.
I am frustrated to the point of smashing things into walls that I can't sit here and just talk to you openly.
Frankly, and in detail, just tell you what the hell is going on, what happened in the past, and why it happened, but I can't.
At least, not completely.
Because that would involve my revealing specific information which could be used by the slime we're fighting against to do harm.
Harm to me, to others, and to the entire cause of the 14 words.
Possibly grave harm.
And since the Northwest Imperative is now the only real hope remaining for white survival in the world, that's a risk I can't take.
I'm going to address this question anyway, but please bear in mind, as I struggle to answer it, that I'm fighting with one hand tied behind my back, and one leg in a bucket of cement, because there are things regarding this subject that I simply cannot discuss with you.
Yes, really.
Right.
Let's start with an email I got from a supporter this week.
His name is Zeb, and he's a newcomer.
It was in response to an email which I myself sent out to the Northwest Revolution list, wherein I laid out the 10x1000 plan, which I've already talked about on here several times, and which I therefore won't go into again, except to repeat that there is no excuse for the NF or any other white nationalist organization or movement to be underfunded.
Because, as with so much, we all know what the solution is.
We just won't do it.
Anyway, here it is.
Dear HAC, thanks for that detailed information.
I always enjoy your pithy humor and full-context style of writing.
Maybe you should write a book.
But Harold, you need help, and I do not mean mental or menial.
Please don't take this as criticism, although I guess it is.
I fully understand from running my own business about people who will say, hey, you should do this and you should do that.
It's incredibly annoying, particularly after having tried this and that to no avail.
You have a great idea and excellent insight.
However, it's like you're sitting in the driver's seat of a Ferrari and have no idea how to make it go.
Though I have not made that elusive face-to-face meeting yet, which is automatically a stumbling block for any prospective serious white nationalist, I do understand and respect your policies, and I'm not bucking the system.
I'd be happy to start sending the modest sawbuck you request.
The drawback there is that after several years now, I have as yet been unable to verify that the Northwest Front has any sort of legitimacy at all.
Now, you know how many scammers have a website, an autoresponder email, and a Just Send tagline.
For all intents and purposes, Northwest Front is the vaporware of the white nationalist movement, and we are rapidly approaching a critical juncture.
My gut feeling is that Northwest Front is legit, but what happens when HAC piles a couple hundred grand in a Rothschild Empire bank account, and the wheels come off this rickety machine you are stirring on the precipice?
What happens when shit gets real and Northwest Front is standing there with their collective dicks in their hands?
The reason I have taken the time to share my thoughts and impressions about Northwest Front with you is that because, as an everyday man, my perspective is likely not so unique.
Concerns of this nature have been raised to me when I recommended Northwest Front to people.
I sincerely hope this information is useful or helpful to some degree.
If not, I certainly enjoy writing these emails off into the NF stratosphere.
Regards, Zeb.
Okay, when answering this, I was tempted to frame my response all about money, which would simplify things a bit and allow me to make some pretty obvious and valid points, but after some thought, I'm going to go ahead and take on the larger issue here.
And I think we all have an idea what that is.
I think you're going to see what I meant when I said I have to do a balancing act on here between talking about the things you need to hear and the things the hostile elements don't need to hear.
Well, let's give it a shot.
Let's fold Zeb's email into a larger body of complaint about the Northwest Front which has been simmering below the surface for a while.
A complaint, I might add, which is completely understandable and which I wish I could come up with a short, snappy, 25 words or less answer for.
I suppose that complaint could be boiled down to this.
Why isn't the magic happening, Harold?
Fourteen years after the publication of the first Northwest novel, why is there no NVA of mighty white warriors running around the Northwest shooting people and blowing things up for our entertainment?
When you wrote those books, Harold, you implicitly promised us an NVA and all kinds of great optics on our television and computer screens so that we could yell and laugh and cheer and enjoy all the chills and spills and thrills.
Where is it?
Why haven't I kept my promise?
And by the way, I'm not being mad or sarcastic here.
I understand that you guys, being who you are, being raised in the culture of the time and place where you were born, this is how you are going to view me and my work.
Despite my intermittent bitching and moaning about it, which I'll probably be doing again next week, I understand and accept that you are white Americans of the early 21st century and not Europeans of the early 20th.
I have always understood, again despite all my bitching, that it is I who am being unreasonable and expecting you to behave like the white people of Europe did a hundred years ago.
So when I say some of the things I'm going to say to you tonight, please know that I am not mad at you, and I am not trying to blame you for anything.
Somewhat more realistically and reasonably, the underlying question is, why is Harold Covington...
Why is Harold Covington not given us big crowds so that we can hide our faces and have friends all around us and not feel so terribly alone and isolated and alienated?
Why are there no huge public rallies and long torchlight parades marching in the streets?
Why is Harold's face and voice not all over CNN and MSNBC and why am I not being interviewed by Wolf Blitzer and Chris Matthews all the time?
Why is there no big shiny headquarters or compound with buildings and flags flying in the sky and significant numbers of physically fit young men wearing something that looks like a uniform and pretty young girls wearing berets, all of whom are looking to get married to lonely white boys and have children?
Why is there no piece of property anywhere where we can go and have picnics like there was with the Aryan Nations?
So we don't have to feel so alone and cut off from the rest of humanity like we feel every day where we live among all the niggers and the Mexicans and the garbage.
That's what you want me to provide.
And it is in many respects an understandable demand on your part.
You want what today's universities describe as a safe space, and I'm not providing it.
In that sense, yes, I am failing you.
So is everybody else, but we're not talking about everybody else.
We're talking about me and the NF.
I understand that in the eyes of many of you, my task as fearless leader is to just make it happen and you don't care how.
Americans are first and foremost consumers and in the eyes of many of you, I'm not producing a desirable product and so some of you have decided to take your business elsewhere, specifically to Donald Trump.
Trump and his billions of dollars do provide you with the rallies and the crowds where you can be surrounded by others like you.
There is the sense of vicarious accomplishment.
The sense of being part of something greater than yourselves, and that's always good.
When all is said and done, that's probably his greatest source of appeal and strength, but we're not talking about Donald Trump.
We're talking about Harold Covington and the Northwest Front, and why the magic that Harold implicitly promised in his novels isn't happening.
I understand what you expect from me, although you may not phrase it quite in this way in your own minds.
You want me to be someone other than who I am.
I've often wished that myself down through the years.
You're looking for Adolf Hitler.
God, aren't we all?
Possibly a bit more accurately, you're looking for George Lincoln Rockwell.
Those of you listening to this who don't recognize that name need to hop on your mouse and start Googling because that's a name that every white American should know and someday will know.
You're looking for Commander George Lincoln Rockwell.
Tall, lean, strong-jawed and handsome, a commanding presence of energy and authority, great media presence, and in the media every day, radiating strength and confidence, telling you exactly what to do and how to do it, taking all that weight of choice and uncertainty off your shoulders, so all you need to do is follow and go with the flow, and you know with absolute certainty that he will lead you into the promised land.
You know, Rockwell was murdered in 1967, but when I first got involved, I met a lot of people who knew the commander, and the way they described him was always pretty similar.
They say he could energize a room by simply walking into it, that everybody always started looking around for some papers to shuffle or something to do to look busy because you didn't want the commander to see you doing nothing.
I was 13 when he died, and I would give anything to have been able to meet him.
Let me say yet again, This is a perfectly understandable response to the life situation in which white people find themselves in what is still Obama's America and will be for some time depending on how successful our new president is in actually draining the swamp.
So why?
After eight years is there still basically nothing to show you up here.
No building, no flags flying in the sky, no picnics, no people whose faces you're allowed to see, although sometimes you can hear their voices.
What's the main malfunction?
Is it me?
Well, in the sense that I have not yet accomplished the primary goal of securing the existence of our people and the future for white children.
Yeah, it is.
We haven't won yet, so by definition I'm not a successful leader.
But why?
Why is the magic not happening?
What am I doing wrong?
Well, it's complicated.
No, I don't just mean that I don't want to talk about it because bad people who seek to do us harm will overhear and use the information against us, as true as that is.
I mean, it really is complicated.
Very.
As with most situations in human existence, our present position, my present position, The situation in which all of us find ourselves now is the result of a long and incredibly complex and diverse chain of events.
I could sit here and describe to all of you exactly how I got here, exactly how the Northwest Front got here, and the several future paths that events could take.
But in addition to all the other problems with that, I would probably still be sitting here talking 10 hours from now.
There are legitimate reasons why we are here.
Why I am where I am and I'm doing what I'm doing.
Why you're where you are doing what you're doing.
Good, valid, truthful reasons.
Explanations, not excuses.
But on thinking about it, I suppose I really do need to find some way to condense all of these reasons into a few short, pithy, slogan-type canned answers.
Because if I were to attempt any lengthy and detailed exposition of what's going on, I would just drone on and on and on.
Lose you completely, even worse than I'm probably doing now.
Okay.
First, let me say this.
Some of it is my fault.
I have made specific, identifiable mistakes in the past which have contributed to our lack of visible results.
Just not the ones I've been accused of making.
Secondly, in my considered and honest opinion, the bulk of our present situation is not, in fact, my fault.
That's not an excuse.
This is not psychobabble new-age bullshit about making choices and taking responsibility, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Yes, Virginia, sometimes it really is other people's fault, especially when you're dealing with a subculture like the American white nationalist movement where so many of the people involved are psychopaths, sociopaths, and mentally or emotionally disturbed.
Yeah, I know.
That's demoralizing, and I've been told that I need to quit saying stuff like that.
Like we pretend crazy old Aunt Zelda isn't really locked up in the attic when we can all hear her screaming, cackling laughter as we sit downstairs at the breakfast table.
And while we're on that subject, let me say that I understand fully why so many of you guys are suspicious of me.
Because the track record of fearless leaders in this wee little movement of ours is not good.
There really are a lot of bad actors out there.
One of the biggest problems I've always had in fundraising and in general trust issues is that there have been so many for real scam artists, con men, and predators ahead of me.
I've had to follow in the footsteps of so many...
Ah, right, I suppose I'll keep to the last shred of the old Prime Directive, and for the sake of a so-called white unity which has never really existed anywhere, I won't name any names, but I'm pretty sure everybody has their own list.
Interacting with ordinary white people on the mailing list and in person down through the years, it's been like dealing with so many rape victims.
Sincere and troubled white people who want to do something to change this horrible world we live in have just been abused and so badly burned so often.
Half the time, when I ask someone for help, they tell me about their bad experience with fearless leader so-and-so who ripped them off for thousands of dollars or sold them plots of land he didn't own or took orders for books and CDs and goods they never sent, some guy who promised his supporters something and then just ignored them, or else he got exposed as an FBI informer or he got caught doing some weird bad acts, sexual or otherwise.
Christ Almighty, the list is endless.
I'm not like that.
I'm the real thing, and down through the years I have desperately searched for some way to prove to you people that yes, the real thing does exist, and I'm it.
Haven't had much success at it, thanks to all these other goddamn clowns.
How can you prove a negative?
How can I prove that I don't do certain things?
All I can do is point to my life's work.
My books, my writings, my podcasts, and point to the fact that I am still just as dirt poor now as when I started 40 years ago.
Anyway, that's getting into Grandpa Simpson whining territory, enough of that.
I was looking for a way to explain to you guys, in 25 words or less, why there hasn't been much in the way of visible progress for the past 8 years.
Okay, here goes.
I know this sounds like a cop-out, but it's the truth, as near as I can condense the truth into a soundbite.
The reason that there has been almost no visible progress for the past eight years since the Northwest Front's founding, the reason that there is no big headquarters in a compound with the flags up, the reason that there are no picnics and no crowds for you to hide in, is that I have not been able to acquire anything to work with.
Note that I did not say that I have not been given anything to work with because that would sound like I'm placing the blame on you or the gods or some other outside force.
In a sense, your instincts are correct.
My job in your minds and in your eyes is to make it all happen and not keep on asking you for stuff and making you feel bad about yourselves when you don't step up.
As American consumers, you believe that it's my job to provide and yours to consume.
This is what you've been taught all your lives.
That way of looking at life is pretty much hardwired into your brains.
Like the Hotel California, you are programmed to receive.
And I understand how some of you feel that I'm not holding up my hand.
But the fact remains that I am not a mythologized fearless leader or magical father figure.
I really can't make something out of nothing.
This doesn't mean that I will ever stop trying.
But until I get what I need from you, or from somewhere, as that young British lieutenant in the Falklands said at the time of the invasion, I have only limited expectations of success.
What do I need from you, or what do I need to fall out of the sky, if you want to look at it like that?
I've told you.
I need two things.
I need money.
And I need bodies.
Until I get them, there's just not going to be much in the way of visible stuff I can show you guys on the internet or that you'll be able to see on CNN or Fox News.
I will say again something I have said before.
There are two ways to create genuine change in this world.
Money and the gun.
It is a fact of life that we in our tiny little community do not possess the physical courage The organizational competence or the moral fiber to use the gun.
The one time we tried in the 1980s, the whole thing lasted a little under a year and ended up with one dead Jew and a dozen white men and one woman in prison.
And frankly, our people today don't even come up to order standards of courage and character.
That leaves money.
Money makes the world go round, the world go round, the world go round.
Money makes the world go round, it makes the world go round.
A mark of yen, a buck or a pound, a mark of yen, a buck or a pound, is all that makes the world go round.
the clinking clanking sound money money money Bye.
I just don't know what to tell you, country.
Now, we live in the United States of America.
Here, more than any other place in time in recorded history, everything is based on money.
Money has always been a form of power, ever since it was invented thousands of years ago.
But never has it been the sole source of power to the degree it is here.
In this society, devoid of any spiritual values whatsoever, everything, and I mean everything, depends on money.
I was going to spend the rest of the program talking about that, but I decided, no, that'll make this episode sound like some kind of fund appeal or telethon, and that's not what I want to convey, so I won't do that.
Money is one of those things that you guys either get it or you don't.
Enough of you get it to keep me out from under a bridge with all my worldly goods in a shopping cart and keep me at this computer every week, and I simply don't have the words to thank you for it, but let's move on.
I know there will be those among you who ask why I'm being such a negative nelly about all this.
That's because the history of white nationalism and the history of the slow death and disappearance of the white race and civilization we've created for the face of the earth is, frankly, a pretty negative thing.
Happy, happy, joy, joy.
Happy, happy, joy, joy.
It's kind of hard to be upbeat about genocide, but apparently that's what's required.
Happy, happy, joy, joy, happy, happy, joy, joy.
Bye.
Now, I've got a lot of Dutch uncles who know exactly what I really need to be doing and just how I need to be doing it and who are considerate enough to tell me all about it, sometimes in great detail.
They inform me that the reason the Northwest Front isn't marching down the street on all four Northwest state capitals with pitchforks and torches right now is because I'm a poopy old stick in the mud.
Just not inspiring at all.
And I need to be charismatic and upbeat.
That I need to jump up on that picnic table and rouse that rabble and shout the words of command the world longs to hear.
Charge!
Charge the black house!
Thank you.
In other words, like I said, they're looking for Commander Rockwell, who actually was kind of like that, for real.
The problem is, Lincoln Rockwell has been dead for 50 years, and I'm not him.
Adolf Hitler has been dead for 72 years, and I'm damn sure not him.
The white men of those times are dead and gone, except for a few relics like me, who still retain a few fleeting childhood memories of a different world.
I'm tempted to follow that up by saying that we must today accept reality and make do with what we got and play the cards we're dealt, so forth and so on.
But the trouble is, we've been dealt an absolute crap hand.
The white man has deteriorated in his moral character to the point of, well, what we see around us today.
What we see on the alt-right, where our best representatives turn out to be secret Jews or men using female names in Japanese cartoon avatars on Twitter.
Uh, oh jeez, I...
I think somewhere the ghosts of Adolf Hitler and George Lincoln Rockwell are weeping.
Yeah, I know, all of this sounds crushingly depressing and demoralizing, and I shouldn't say it because it's going to make you want to crawl off into a hole with your keyboard and your mouse even more.
You're all sitting there waiting for Ragnar Lodbrok or the Confederate Army or the SS to rise from the grave through some secret, weird, esoteric ghost dance that we perform on the internet.
Look Look, I'm going to lay all this out for you guys, tell it like it is, and call it upbeat or downbeat, however you want to call it.
One reason the Northwest Front hasn't gotten anywhere visible in material is because a large number of white men are useless chicken shit cowards and fools, but not the majority of them.
The majority of American and Western white men are simply beta males, because American society is designed from top to bottom to produce nothing but beta males.
Obedient to the rules and productive.
Now that's the theory, anyway.
As we can tell by looking around us, the theory isn't working so hot in practice.
What we're actually producing is beta males who seem to function on a lower and lower level each generation, along with more and more wastage.
It's not necessarily a bad thing to be a beta male.
Betas have always made up 95% of the white male population.
Not everybody can be Caesar.
Caesar must have his legions.
Not everybody can paint the Sistine Chapel.
Carpenters had to build Michelangelo's scaffolding, and apprentices had to mix his paints.
There will be some kind of revolution or racially based civil war in this country.
There can be no doubt of that, and it's probably visible on the horizon now with Trump.
When it comes, white beta males will provide the ranks of the soldiers and support troops and do their best to keep things going while the chaos and the violence rages all around.
There is nothing shameful or unusual or debasing about being a beta.
Most men and virtually all women are.
And that is how civilization has survived for thousands of years.
It is biological and it cannot be eradicated by three short generations of political correctness.
I believe, absolutely, that the white race is still producing its 5% genetic quota of alpha males, men who are capable of assuming the leadership of the expedition, as the explorer Richard Burton said in the 19th century.
I am now 63 years of age.
Given a sudden and near-miraculous influx of cash and capable people willing to devote their lives to the Northwest American Republic, it is still possible that I myself might make a serious attempt at change.
All I can say is it had better come soon.
If that's gonna happen, then this spring and summer I'd better start getting some man-sized checks with some zeros on them dropping out of envelopes, and I'd better see some cars and U-Hauls with out-of-state license plates pulling up outside.
If that happens, I will at least be in a position to provide you with what you want, and I will try to do so.
I say again, I understand what you want to see up here in the Northwest and what you want to experience through the party, and it is not an unreasonable expectation given the cultural and social context of the time and the place that we live in.
You want to be shown something material and tangible.
But material and tangible things cannot be produced out of thin air simply by wishing.
I would it were true.
I would have wished us a whole new world by now.
If there is to be change, if anything is to be built from the ground up as our new world will have to be constructed from scratch, someone is going to have to build it.
Construction crews must get out of bed very early in the morning when it's still blackout, get into their cars and drive many miles to the job site, then work and work and work for long hours, days and weeks and months, their legs and their backs and their shoulders sore from all the heavy lifting, not doing what they want to do, but acting under direction, doing what others tell them to do and how they are told to do it.
That is how our new country will be built, and there is only us to do it.
You're an American, you're a consumer, you know everything has a price tag attached.
There's no way that you yourself are ever going to see anything material here in the Northwest or anywhere else unless you are willing to pay full sticker price in blood, sweat, tears, and treasure.
The kind of change we seek doesn't come at a discount.
No 30% off coupons or two-for-one specials on homelands for a people facing extinction.
History doesn't work that way.
Blood, sweat, pain, tears of grief, and massive amounts of cash you didn't even know existed.
That's the full sticker price of our survival on Earth.
And you don't want to pay it.
So guys like me do what we can and wait for better times.
Wait for you to change.
Wait for you to wake up your ideas and get your act together and become a functioning beta and give me what I need.
The crux of what I do is to attempt to locate, identify, educate, and motivate those alpha white males who still exist and convert them to the Northwest Imperative.
Now, this actually isn't hard to do once I find one.
The Northwest Imperative has the force of a clear and powerful logic behind it.
Never forget, that's our greatest strength.
We are right.
The others, however well-intentioned, are not.
We have the answer.
The others, however well-intentioned, do not.
I am attempting to create the next generation of leaders in the Northwest American Republic.
I am attempting to find and activate Red Morehouse and Zach Hatfield, Shane Ryan and Cody Brock.
And Nightshade and Kicking McGee, so that they can take over when I keel over and hit the floor one day.
Now once I find them, I do my best to bring them to the Northwest and get them settled into some kind of productive life here.
Right now I'm working with a young man who is so enthusiastic that I'm really kind of scared he's going to load up a U-Haul truck, drive it across the country, and through the mountains and snow passes in the dead of winter, and show up here in Bremerton with no place to go, and ask me where the bunkhouse is.
And in his case, I wish the hell I could tell him.
Believe me, guys, you are not the only people who are enraged and frustrated at the party's lack of just a few simple, material things that could get this snowball rolling downhill.
Look, guys, it's like this.
I am what I am, and I do what I do.
I'll keep on doing it until I hit the floor, which right now could be tomorrow morning or twenty years from now.
Or else until too many of you get bored and wander away, and I do end up under a bridge or in a Salvation Army hostel.
And yes, I understand it could still go that way.
I'll say it again.
We do what we do not for gain, not for recognition, or for our own benefit.
We do what we do because it is right.
That said, I could use your help.
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