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April 20, 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 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 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 door 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.
With your bike upon your shoulder.
The cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man, the chest was throbbing for the blessed morning light.
Wars 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 Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's April the 20th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Right, some inside baseball stuff to start with.
First, the obvious.
Today, of course, is the 128th birthday of the Fuhrer Adolf Hitler.
It used to be customary, back in the day, when there were more Orthodox National Socialists like me around, to have some kind of really big rally to celebrate.
I remember back in the Jurassic Age, I had my first big punch-up with the JDL at such an event in Lafayette Park in Washington, D.C. The custom seems to have fallen into abeyance in past years, possibly because nobody's really wearing the costume anymore, and I have to admit that a Fuhrertag without the costume is kind of lame, and also because the past couple of generations of white nationalists have less and less idea of where we came from.
Many of these alt-right kids on the internet probably don't even know the significance of April the 20th, or April the 19th.
Now, I myself quietly stopped openly celebrating or commemorating Fuhrer Tog in any big way some years ago, although I always mention it, and on April the 20th there's a couple of pieces I usually run on my blogs.
Now, the reason I don't make a big deal out of the Fuhrer's birthday anymore is one I suspect is more common than you might believe.
Shame.
I have always viewed Adolf Hitler in my mind as, among other things, a loving father or patron saint to all of us who dare to be different.
All of us who dare to use our own eyes and our own minds to draw forbidden conclusions about the world around us instead of following the Jews along in mental and ideological lockstep and reaping the material rewards of conformity, which, despite the events of the past fifty years, are still substantial.
We've rejected the world that the Jews have made for us and been cast out of it, but in return we got Adolf Hitler and so we got the best of the bargain.
But we have disappointed and saddened him.
The brown shirts of the 1930s have been replaced by tattooed and shaven-headed punks who wave their right hands vaguely in the air while screaming white power and waving a can of beer around in their left.
Or by strange, geeky little childless man-children who hide in their parents' basement or in shabby rented rooms and hunker down over a keyboard and a glowing electronic screen.
A trip to the local Starbucks to use the Wi-Fi is as close as some of these guys ever get to hitting the streets.
Until recently, that is, when Donald Trump and his billions of dollars finally offered us a crowd in which we can groove on the magic while still hiding our faces, and with some chance of walking it back and denying it all when the need arises and pretending still to be part of the herd.
What was the American Nazi Party founded by George Lincoln Rockwell in 1957 degenerated into a very strange cult worshipping the numeral 8. And twenty-five years of blood, sweat, and tears eventually went into no other purpose than buying a very strange man a retirement estate in Wisconsin.
I routinely receive emails from young men, or at least younger men, many of whom use strange, fractured, quasi-German pseudonyms as they desperately try to reach out and touch the glories of the past in a language of which they clearly do not actually speak three words.
As some of these younger men claim to be National Socialists and then sign off with the words Heil Hilter.
Many of these so-called National Socialists admit to me that they have never even read Mein Kampf because they can't understand it.
It contains too many big words and talks about all kinds of stuff that they don't know anything about because they were never taught, and it bores them.
Their attention span is so short that they can't concentrate and they wander off.
The vital skill of reading long blocks of unillustrated text for content is now virtually lost in anyone under about 40. Commander Rockwell's white power is still just as brilliant now as it was in 1967, of course, but about half of it is completely dated, and as sad as I am to admit it, Rockwell and his time and work and experience are getting increasingly less relevant to the reality of today's situation.
Then there is the character issue.
Don't worry, I'll resist the temptation to explode and rant and rave for the next hour.
The distasteful but undeniable fact is that we are not living up to the ideals and the principles that Adolf Hitler laid out for us in life and that he communicates into our hearts and souls in his death.
We are not comporting ourselves with the honor, the courage, the intelligence, and persistent dedication that would bring his dream back to life on the earth.
Instead, we're...
well, you know what we're doing.
The brutal fact of the matter is that all of that suffering 70 years ago seems to have been for nothing.
I'm sorry, I just don't feel right celebrating and honoring a past which we are betraying and disgracing with every tweet by our timid, frightened, confused, and pusillanimous refusal to fight.
It is hypocritical and depressing and pathetic.
So, I'll put some Third Reich music on here tonight, but I won't go off and do any long speeches about the greatness of Adolf Hitler.
You can check the ThoughtCrime blog for that on Thursday.
Okay, next item of housekeeping.
For some time now, I've been urging you guys to get entrepreneurial on my ass, and some of you have done so.
Our various enterprising comrades now have the following items for sale.
Tricolor patches, both iron-on and velcro.
Tricolor lapel pins.
We have Northwest Front Party lapel pins on the way from the same person, and we now have iron-on NVA wing patches for hoodies and caps and whatnot.
It isn't a good idea for me to start reading out addresses and emails on here for reasons which by now should be obvious, since we have some rather unpleasant listeners.
But contact me, and I will put you in touch with the people who are selling these items.
By right, knick-knack sales should be handled from a central party department based off a secure and stable workstation here in the Northwest, where propaganda distribution can be coordinated and turn a profit for the movement.
Yeah, well, if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.
I hope that one day you guys out there will decide to do something about this situation, but until then, the individual entrepreneur has a window of opportunity.
I am always amazed that more of you don't take it.
And yes, we have flags available as well.
Right, on the subject of Inside Baseball.
I generally only talk about certain things in the party's internal organizational letters, but there has been a lot of overlap occurring recently.
Situations where I've had to discuss certain things with certain people outside the inner circle is...
Cryptic as that sounds.
To the point where I need to give you guys a brief and very general rundown on what's going on and where the party stands now.
The Northwest Front seems to have reached a kind of plateau.
Slowly, almost by default over the past few years, we have become pretty much top dog on the tiny white nationalist heap in the sense that we are the last man standing as far as old-fashioned, non-movement modernized, non-internet, Whites-only, non-Jewish, non-homo-racial nationalists.
Yeah, I know you're skeptical about that, seeing as how I'm not out there on my white horse waving my saber aloft and screaming, Although, of course, nobody else is doing that either.
I get that, so let me explain what I mean.
Virtually everybody else in our wee little movement, no matter how much you may admire them, is at best internet and media only.
In addition to which, the bigger names they are on the internet, the more compromised they seem to be.
The best example I can give you is presidential advisor Steve Bannon, who is being trumpeted as a big white nationalist, who actually read Camp of the Saints.
But who is, in fact, a former naval intelligence officer, which means that he had to be vetted and approved out the wazoo by the power structure, and a former investment banker with Goldman Sachs.
Now, it utterly mystifies me how such a man can be referred to as a white nationalist of any kind, but hey, this is what the mainstream media are dishing up.
In any case, it doesn't look like Bannon's going to be there long.
He seems to have lost out in the first hundred days to the presidential kosher kids, and he's on his way out the door.
I won't name any other names, since that upsets people so much, and in any case, I'm not talking about people here.
I'm observing a trend, a phenomenon, and I'll give you a few examples.
We have a situation where one of our major internet personalities, generally accepted to be a racial nationalist, admits to having, as he put it, a smidgen of Jewish ancestry.
In addition, he is married to a woman who has been briefly seen on video clips, and who from these glimpses is not white, and he refuses to produce an actual verified image of her.
Actually, there are a couple like that, notably one major white internet and YouTube operator, who was exposed as being a Jew operating out of an apartment on Manhattan's ritzy Upper East Side.
Married to a Jewish who helped him in his productions, who then disappeared from the net for about six weeks, and emerged again, denying it all, claiming that he has divorced his wife while offering no proof of that assertion, and who is now well on his way to rehabilitating himself and driving on as if nothing happened.
Then there is the operator of what I concede to be arguably the largest white racial website and forum on the internet.
Who lives outside the United States in a third world country, where he quote-unquote sport bangs brown pussy, including underage girls, which appears to be a major reason for his remaining outside the United States jurisdiction.
And finally, there are the bugger boys.
Numerous bugger boys.
Yes, more than one.
They're pretty much out of the closet now.
The monarch and exemplar of this kind of thing was, of course, the loathsome Milo Yiannopoulos.
Who finally went too far and made some favorable reference to homosexual sex with children.
I think it's a measure of just how badly Hillary Clinton was loathed by the American electorate that her opponent could still be elected president when one of his public spokesmen was an admitted homo child molester like Yiannopoulos.
Okay, look, we're not going to go off on that particular tangent right now, but what I'm getting at is that as weak as we are, and as old as I am, the Northwest Front is now pretty much the last remaining white nationalist org, in the old sense at least.
The last one that isn't headed by a registered sex offender.
Not to mention the fact that we are the only remaining group with anything resembling a plan.
Now, here's where this gets dicey, and I have to pick my words carefully.
I know this is going to sound really obscure to those of you who aren't in the know, but here goes.
What I have been on about for several months in the internal organizational letters is that we have to begin work on professionalizing the party.
It is still far and away too much a one-man band.
I'm staying away from details in this forum, but put it this way.
Americans are a material people and they expect to see something material and tangible.
They are not like the old Bolsheviks who could operate out of the back rooms of sidewalk cafes and rented flophouse rooms living and fighting on pure idealism alone.
I've always envied them that.
Us American white boys need something to show visitors besides an old man in a tenement.
We have to begin at least positioning ourselves for the time when we will actually be able to offer some kind of minimum paid employment for an actual staff, even if the time when we will have such staff is still in the future.
That time is not yet largely because of the fact that we are not bringing in enough money.
I've warned you guys several times over the past year that the time was coming when I would have to talk about money.
I've been doing so, and some of you don't like it, but what the hell am I supposed to tell you?
I'll say it again and again and again and again until I get some sign that it's starting to register.
There are two ways in this society to bring about genuine change.
Money or the gun.
We do not have the necessary physical courage and organizational competence to use the gun.
Therefore, we have to use money.
That means that we must raise money, hence my periodic outbreaks of channeling Jim Baker.
Volunteerism is great.
I've appealed to you guys to help purely out of idealism and because it's the right thing to do for a long time now, and I've survived and continue to produce.
But in 2017, the external situation in America and the world is now lurching ever downward around us and merely keeping me out of the rain and tapping on this computer is no longer adequate.
And we need to do the following things.
We need to systematize our propaganda and book distribution efforts by turning the Northwest Publishing Agency into an actual, honest-to-God publishing company.
complete with a catalog of materials for sale and a commercial website, through which we can reach the white community worldwide.
Yes, I know I've been saying that for years.
I'm sorry, I just don't have the time.
Somebody else is going to have to step forward and take this project in hand.
We need to establish some kind of operations center, which will include a proper internet, radio, and video studio, complete with all the software, the hardware, and the skilled people, to produce powerful, attractive, and compelling Northwest propaganda.
Look at Alex Jones' current operation, no matter what you might think of Jones himself.
That's where we need to be.
I do not have the time.
I do not have the skills and I do not have the funding to do this all by myself.
Someone else among you has to step forward and voluntarily give up their lives and the luxuries and the beer and the pleasures of the flesh that America still offers.
You need to come here and get this done.
We need people working on this here at my side, not scattered all over the country and the globe.
We need to bring these people here.
To some degree, at least, we will need to house and feed and pay these skilled people in return for their services.
As you do for me, the party will have to keep their bodies and souls together and keep the rain off their noggins so that they can work and produce.
So right now that's where my head is at, that and building the Settler 17 program into something real world that will bring real bodies here.
Now I'm told that I'm starting to get boring and repetitious in some of the things I'm saying on here.
Okay, fair enough.
I'll try to work on that.
Now if at times I seem snappish and irritable, it's because the absence of professionalization in the party and the character issues with our own people are starting to really drive me around the twist.
My lifelong nightmare is playing out right in front of my eyes.
Our window of opportunity is now almost on us, the window that I always knew would come, and we simply are not ready.
Pardon me if I'm not as polite and urbane as I might be.
Anyway, time for some Hitler stuff.
If you folks don't recognize this song, then you really need to find some other hobby.
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Tonight I'm going to be discussing a scholarly work that was done around the turn of the last century, and it's entitled The Swastika, the Earliest Known Symbol and Its Migrations by Thomas Wilson.
The swastika was so popular in ancient times that its origin is really very difficult to determine.
But the sign does seem to be associated with the Bronze Age.
Now, one theory is that the symbol spread west with the Hattites, and another seems to link the symbol to Tuscany, and in particular, the Hill of Hisserlich.
Now, some say that the Phaeacian traders were instrumental in its universality.
However, they did not use it themselves.
Before going any further, it might be helpful to discuss what variations of this design actually constitute a swastika.
Of course, no one would have any trouble at all identifying a square A symbol with its arms turning to the right as a swastika, and I'm sure you'd also have no problem with the active form, which is when the symbol is actually turned at an angle.
However, what happens when the arms are turned to the left?
Well, at that point, some scholars will actually call it a swavastika, and this change in attitude can actually change its meaning.
Now, traditionally to the Buddhists, and this is of course prior to 1945, the swastika, with its arms turning to the right, is considered the first auspicious sign.
Indeed, traditionally Buddhists would say that the swastika is a naturally occurring symbol, and that's because they claim that it was found in the footprints of Buddha.
When the arms turn to the left, a Buddhist would consider that swastika actually, or the swavastika, to be the fourth auspicious sign.
Also, too, the swastika is often seen as, generally speaking, a sun symbol.
So when the arms are turning to the right, it is said to symbolize the vernal sun, but when the arms turn to the left, it may embody the autumnal sun.
The symbol is used, and really used to this day, in order to signify that all beings are found within the wheel of karma, and that it's important to be vegetarian and nonviolent.
But generally speaking, in all dharmic faiths, The right-facing swastika means that a perfected being, essentially a Chakravarti, has appeared on the earth and that they have come to enforce Dharma.
But when the limbs are turned to the left, then this can come to mean a being that is actually liberated from rebirth.
Now, one of the most unusual meanings, although this is controversial, supposedly, according to some scholars, at least back at the turn of the last century, it was believed that there had been a sect in ancient times In Tibet, who interpreted the swastika to have a rather negative meaning in the sense of possibly meaning so be it.
In other words, I'm renouncing the world and I just don't care anymore.
But others say that this is a misinterpretation and really the meaning was all as it should be or all is well.
And this would be much more consistent with the general meaning, which is entirely auspicious.
It is also said that in Troy, the symbol had to do with abundance and also the immortality of the soul.
And this is a symbol that would be picked up by the early Christians.
Even today, one of the places that you might see a swastika, and even in a public place, is that you might see it in a Greek key pattern.
Some scholars actually say that when the swastika is included in such a pattern, it is not technically a swastika.
However, she would fail to see this figure within the Greek key.
And indeed, there's a story about Savitri Devai, and that is when she was in India.
Preparing to get married, she originally chose a sari which contained a Greek key around the perimeter.
She tried this sari on in the presence of her mother-in-law-to-be, and her mother-in-law told her that she had to choose a different sari because of the fact that the swastika was touching the ground and that it was a sacred and holy symbol which should never be about anyone's feet.
In some cases, such as in Scandinavia and also among the Slavs, the swastika can be expressed as an ogee or a rounded form.
And some even say that the symbol may have evolved from the circular sweep of the stars in the constellation of the Great Bear.
Or possibly in the constellation of the seven plowing oxen, which would have been even more noticeable thousands of years ago.
Or it may be a stylized flower design, perhaps coming from the lotus.
Now, Dr. Sleeman, the famous excavator of Troy, objects to the term swastika, and that's because it's a Sanskrit term that may cause a bias in causing someone to assume that the symbol actually came from India, although the symbol is very persistent in India and was found in Krenanda in southern India as early as 315 BC.
Wilson also associates the tetriskelton and also the triskelton with the swastika, and he associates them with the degree of assuming that they are variants.
So, in admitting this, or positing this, Wilson seems to assume that the sign does not have to necessarily have four limbs, and indeed in some OG versions, and in particular a Slavic OG version, the sign may actually have eight limbs.
The author also seems to accept seven limbs, six limbs, or even the three limbs found in some sort of a triskelton arrangement.
Now, some also claim that...
It may have something to do with a grammar sign that is written in Sanskrit.
And if you've ever looked at any Sanskrit, I know the letter that they're talking about, which does have some resemblance to the swastika.
In China, the swastika was considered at one point so special that there were certain royal families that tried to restrict its use among commoners.
However, it was very beloved among the common people, and there were certain villages in China where they would try to find a spider.
They would arrange certain insects in its web.
So that the spider would form a swastika, and this was considered very auspicious, especially if it was found over various fruits, such as melons.
In many locations, the symbol seems to have been seen as a charm or a superstition, and generally in these areas its use tended to decline over time.
However, as of the time in which this book was written, which was the turn of the last century, it was still very much found in certain parts of Scandinavia, particularly in Lapland, where the people were still very traditional, or in Asia.
And it's likely to relate to the more religious meaning found in these areas.
And even in modern times, it's very popular in Japan and even more so in India.
And you can find it, for example, on China that is imported from Japan.
Now, in the Americas, the swastika was often associated with the four directions or the four seasons, but it could also be associated with the legend of the four spirit caves in which dwelled human Before human bodies came about.
And this probably relates to the idea of the four temperaments.
This book often compares American Indian swastikas with those found in Europe.
And to the casual reader, it would appear as if Wilson was advocating a Solutrean hypothesis.
However, in the end, he argues for intermittent communication with other parts of the world.
And indeed, of course, there are stories in ancient history of Chinese junk ships which were sailing all over the world very early on.
And also, of course, we could talk about the Vikings settling in Newfoundland for a time in pre-Columbian America.
I suppose you could speculate certain tribes getting hold of the swastika or something like it, those possibly limited contacts.
So I found this to be a very interesting book, but I will caution you that if you go on Amazon, there is a free version of this book.
However, this free version appears to lack the actual illustrations.
So it's rather inconvenient or...
It's problematic in some ways to read an art history book and not to actually see the illustrations or the artifacts that they're talking about because that would make things much clearer.
It's sometimes difficult to read a description of a symbol and to really visualize what this might look like.
So that's the only caveat I would have.
However, I'm sure you would be aware of basically what these kind of symbols and forms look like.
So I thank you very much for listening.
Have a good evening, and hail victory, comrades.
We're about to die on 18 wheels and rollin'.
Are we gonna do what they say can't be done?
We've got a long way to go.
Any short time to get there, I'm westbound just like a band that runs.
If you come hard on the belt, some never mind it breaks.
Then it'll all hang out cause we gotta...
Greetings comrades, it's the trucker coming at you from eastern Montana.
I'm headed back to the homeland for some home time and just wanted to go and touch base with you.
This is the morning of April 10th and yeah, it's still snowing in Montana.
It's about an hour east of Billings.
Ran through some area that had been snowed on overnight.
Less than 3,000 feet elevation, so I'm not talking about something that's way up in the air and stuff.
Not even close to the Rockies.
They're still a few hundred miles to my west.
Yeah, down in South Dakota, they're getting hammered pretty good with the snowstorm that's going on there.
I just had delivered in Portland and reloaded in southwestern Washington.
A load bound for Pennsylvania.
Traded with a driver over in Wisconsin yesterday morning, or early afternoon actually, but now I'm headed back west again.
And so that's one of the reasons why Mr. Covington keeps telling you all to plan your scouting trips for later on in the spring and during the summer after the snow, a threat has passed.
So, yeah, it wasn't real heavy snow.
It was a few inches, and there was nothing on the road when I got there, but it definitely made the countryside and hills rather white.
Hopefully I won't hit anything else.
The weather radar shows a little bit over there in the panhandle of Idaho area and into eastern Washington and stuff, but hopefully it'll have moved on by the time I get over there later on today.
So, hope you all are making your plans for your scouting trips and migration out here to the homeland.
I just saw yesterday a news article that Amazon is, I forget exactly how many people they're hiring, but they're going on a big hiring binge.
And they're even hiring a few thousand, I think it was like 5,000 people that are part-timers that can work from home.
I forget what the heck they were supposed to be doing, but that might be something you might want to I just thought I'd throw that out there.
All right, well, this is the trucker for a little bit shorter tidbits from the road, so stay safe, comrades, and hope to see you out here making your scouting trips and migration.
All right, this is the trucker coming at you from eastern Montana.
Talk to you later.
Bye now.
Bye now.
We're going to do a little number for you now from the top of the pops back in the days of the Third Reich.
This is called the Badenweiler Marsh.
It was the former regimental march of the regiment that Adolf Hitler joined at the beginning of the First World War.
It was always his favorite personal march, and during the time of the Reich, it developed into kind of a Nazi version of Hail to the Chief.
it was always played when Hitler himself was present.
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Okay, tell you what, in honor not just of the Fuhrer's Day, but also in honor of the whole German nation that died for our sins 70 years ago, I'll talk about something today that I seldom talk about because it's not really my area of expertise.
And there are so many others who are so much better read and better equipped to deal with it.
I'm talking about the so-called Holocaust.
This is not some kind of scholarly dissertation, it's just my personal view on the matter.
I occasionally get comments off my personal thought crime blog or the Homeland blogs from some idiot to the effect of, I don't know how you can deny the horrors of Hitler's genocide of the Jews during the Second World War.
You can't deny historical fact.
Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I can when it's written by liars.
And that about sums it up.
I know the Holocaust is a hoax.
Not so much because all the facts are whompy-jawed and so many of the allegations are demonstrably false.
Not because so many of the photographs are either ambiguous or mislabeled.
Not because the confessions were extracted under torture and are therefore worthless.
Not because the science and the statistics don't add up.
Not because the Auschwitz gas chamber has a skylight in it.
Not because the whole story simply doesn't make sense.
I know it's a fraud because I am familiar with the character of the people who won the Second World War.
They were men utterly devoid of character, integrity, honesty, or decency, and their word on anything is utterly unworthy of belief.
If Winston Churchill or Franklin Delano Roosevelt were to tell me that the sun was shining outside, I'd take an umbrella when I left the house.
Never mind Joseph Stalin.
All three of these men were pathological liars and criminals.
And in any just world, it would have been them who stood in the dock for their crimes against humanity, such as the real Holocaust at Dresden, the sinking of the Wilhelm Gustloff, the systematic murder of German prisoners of war, and every other known atrocity under the sun.
And one of the reasons I was first attracted to National Socialism as a child...
Was that when I realized just how completely wrong things are in this society at a very early age, I figured out that anyone the rulers of this mess hated as much as they hated Adolf Hitler must have something going for him.
Something I needed to learn about and understand.
If I were to sit here and go into a long discussion about all of the evidence which indicates that the so-called Holocaust is a hoax, this podcast would be ten hours long and I still couldn't cover it all.
I'm trying to figure out some brief and simple way for me to convey my absolute certainty to you folks that it's a fake without wandering off into a long digression about population statistics and the chemistry of hydrocyanic gas and so forth.
And the best way I can think of to do this is to tell you that I trust the people who were there and not the Jewish media.
You see, in my 40-some-odd years of activism, I've had the privilege of meeting and talking with many people who were veterans of the Second World War on both sides, military and civilians, starting with my own parents.
And so I'm actually somewhat closer to it all than some of the younger generation.
A lot of you younger people listening to this probably never knew the World War II generation except as doddering, really old people.
I was born only eight years after the war ended, and when I grew up, every adult around me had lived through that time and had a fund of stories to tell.
Also, after I joined the old party in 1972, I began to have access to members of the World War II generation from the other side, German war veterans and civilians who had lived through such real horrors as the Allied carpet bombings of German cities.
I've always made it a habit to talk to old people whenever I could in order to pump them of their experiences.
One of the things I remember most about the 1970s, for example, is meeting a very old man in a laundromat one Sunday morning in spring in Raleigh who described to me hearing a lot of bells ringing as a child in London and being told by his mother that they were ringing for Queen Victoria, who had just died.
It gave me a brief moment of personal connection with that place and time and that's the type of life experience I've always sought.
Yeah, it's the kind of thing I did when I was younger instead of disco.
For another example, one of the people I knew as a young man included an American soldier, a D-Day veteran who also went into Dachau.
I asked him about the gas chambers and lampshades and whatnot, and he says, well, yeah, those poor people were in bad shape, they were very hungry, and they were very sick, but no, I never saw any gas chambers or anything like that.
Now, this was back in the days when the Holocaust myth was first getting started on a serious basis, and the official version still claimed that there were gas chambers at Dachau.
Later on, the Jews running the Shoah business realized that Dachau was in West Germany and too many American veterans had loose lips.
So that claim vanished, and all the so-called gas chambers just happened to be on the communist side of the Iron Curtain.
See, one of the things you need to remember is that when I was growing up, the Holocaust wasn't really the big, huge deal it is today.
Today, the Holocaust is a thriving, multi-billion-dollar industry, but it wasn't always so.
Sure, there were concentration camp stories, but they were generally just tacked on to the end of books and films about the war.
A few pictures of skinny people in striped suits, leaning in on a strand of barbed wire, and that was it.
The industry didn't really start hitting its stride until the mid-1970s, when the World War II generation began to die off or get carted away to the old folks' home, and the Jews had a whole new generation of baby boomers whose brains they could wash squeaky clean and fill with all those ridiculous lies.
Now, when I was a kid, we had TV shows like Combat and the Gallant Men, and we had some movies like The Longest Day and The Battle of the Bulge.
Now, when I was a teenager, there was the movie Patton, and our parents usually had some stories about the war itself.
But up until 1978, when the movie Holocaust hit, the concentration camps were a very minor part of the whole narrative, and there just wasn't this big, huge obsession with it all that there is today.
I think...
There are several reasons for this, and one reason might be precisely because in the first 30 years after the war, there were so many people around who still remembered what actually happened, and it was a lot harder to slip some of these more grotesque Holocaust lies past people.
Also, up until the mid-1970s, the state of Israel was winning all its wars.
The West Bank and Gaza was quiet, the settlements were just getting started, and the Zionists figured in a few more years they'd have the Holy Land ethnically cleansed of Arabs.
Holocaust exploitation didn't really start becoming a major industry until Israel started to get bogged down in the 1970s and they started needing all those billions of German marks and then euros in so-called Holocaust reparations, i.e.
shakedown money.
Anyway, I think in my lifetime I have met, known, and spoken with maybe as many as a hundred Germans or other people.
Who fought or lived on the other side during the Second World War, including Eastern Europeans and South Africans.
And that privilege has given me a priceless insight into what actually happened.
During all my conversations and contact among people of that generation on both sides, I have never met anyone who was actually there who expressed anything other than love and respect for the Fuhrer Adolf Hitler.
I never met anyone who had anything but good memories of the pre-war Third Reich.
And I never met anyone who had any personal knowledge of anything remotely resembling the Holocaust.
Now, to be sure, I did know one guy who had a personal encounter with the Gestapo once, and that's actually kind of a funny story.
This happened in 1938, about the time of the Munich crisis.
This old German guy I knew was at that time a young man, about 19 years old.
He was living in Berlin.
He had a good job, and he had just been able to actually purchase his first automobile, which in 1938 was very much a luxury item in most of Europe.
So, he does what most young men do when they acquire a new car.
He takes his favorite Fraulein out for a spin.
And one night in Berlin, he takes his girlfriend out to dinner and a show, and then at about two in the morning or so, they're coming home.
And like young motorized couples the world over do, The young man pulls off on a side street in this nice, leafy residential suburb, and he parks the car on the street.
So, he and his girl are sitting in the car, presumably hugging and smooching away, and all of a sudden, he hears a tap, tap, tap on his window, and he looks up, and there under the street light, he sees this guy in a trench coat and a fedora standing in the street pointing a Walther PPK at him.
And he looks over, and there's another similar individual doing the same thing on the other side of the vehicle, and he rolls down his window, and the guy gestures with his gun and says, Get out of the car, both of you.
The couple get out, and the men flash their IDs at them.
Geheimnis Staatspolizei, they say.
We are detaining you for questioning under article so-and-so and section blah-blah of the criminal code.
Come with us.
And one guy takes the young man's car, and the girl, and the other puts the young man in a Mercedes, and they drive them downtown to the Potsdamer Platz, or wherever the Gestapo headquarters was, I forget.
And they put the two of them in separate rooms, and one of the Gestapo men comes in and asks so much questions.
What's your name?
What's your address?
How long have you lived there?
Where do you work?
Who's the young lady who was with you?
What have you been doing tonight?
Et cetera, et cetera.
Pretty much routine.
No beating.
No torture.
No vihaves of making you talk.
None of that crap.
They won't give the guy any answers as to why he and his girl have been picked up, but given the reputation the Gestapo had, he didn't press it.
Anyway, finally about dawn, they bring him and the girl back out into the lobby.
The headman says, okay, we checked you out.
We woke up your boss and your parents.
So we know you are who you say you are.
Your car is out front and you're free to go, but let me give you kids a little advice.
The next time you want to find a place to park and make out, don't do it in front of Reichsfuhrer Himmler's house.
Now, what I find interesting about that story is that apparently Himmler was living in an ordinary residential neighborhood just like everybody else.
Okay, obviously he had a guard detail with him and somebody must have looked out the curtains and seen this strange car parked in front of the house, but still.
Contrast this to the way our big knobs today live in fortified compounds and gated communities and high-security condos with closed-circuit cameras and armed private security patrols.
And what the Gestapo men did was nothing worse.
And a lot better than most Secret Service interrogations, and a lot better than your average FBI or ATF bust where some goons threaten your family and threaten you with beatings and homosexual rape by nigger prisoners and that kind of thing.
I've always found it very interesting that some Air Force colonel who was held as a prisoner of war in both World War II and the Vietnam War, when asked which set of captors treated him better, always said that it was the Germans, hands down.
The German Nazis treated him with respect and never abused him, while the communist gooks in Hanoi starved him and tortured him in a tiger cage.
Anyway, getting back to the so-called Holocaust.
Another veteran of that time that I was privileged to meet was in Chicago's Marquette Park neighborhood in 1980, when I took over what was left of the NSPA after the shambles Frank Collin had left it in.
Marquette Park, at that time, was the largest Lithuanian population enclave outside of Lithuania itself.
One of the Chicago comrades was taking me around the neighborhood bars, introducing me to various people, and among them was a former Lithuanian SS man.
I knew that he was telling me the truth because he took off his shirt and showed me his tattoo.
You see, in lieu of dog tags, SS men had their blood type tattooed under their armpits.
Anyway, I'm talking to this old Litvak guy in a bar there in Marquette Park, and he was telling me some of the things he'd been through on the Eastern Front.
His unit had fought all the way back to Germany, and he had ended up being able to surrender to the British instead of the Russians, which was very fortunate for him.
From there, he was somehow able to avoid getting repatriated to Soviet territory, and also he was eventually able to talk his way into some kind of post-war labor detail in Britain and then into immigration to America, where, like most Lithuanian immigrants, he ended up in Marquette Park.
After about the third St. Pauli girl, I asked him, You know, I'm a National Socialist.
I'm not going to judge you or turn you into the OSI or any nonsense like that.
I've always wanted to ask a guy who was actually there.
What was it really like on the Eastern Front regarding this Jew Holocaust thing?
Were you guys really rounding up Jews and sending them on cattle cars back to Auschwitz?
And were you machine-gunning thousands of Jews and burying them in big pits and all that Holocaust-style crap?
Come on.
What's the real story here?
The result was a very interesting conversation, which I would give my right arm to have somehow recorded on video or even just a cassette tape, because the old SS vet was telling it like it was, and you could tell, possibly for the first time since ever he came to America.
And I won't attempt to reconstruct his accent, which was weird.
And the best I can do here is to kind of encapsulate in a couple of paragraphs a meandering conversation that took several hours.
Not to mention the fact that we were both becoming increasingly drunk and all over the place, but the upshot of what this old Lithuanian SS man had to say was as follows.
He said, And one running through Austria and Romania that went into the Ukraine.
The Russians used a different gauge of railroad track from the rest of Europe and so there were always these huge bottlenecks at the border where all the passengers and freight going either way had to be transferred to different railroad cars on the other side and it was an awful mess.
We needed every square inch of rolling stock we had to transport men and supplies forward to the front.
And to evacuate the wounded back westward towards Germany, as well as to ship back various natural resources, minerals and timber and oil and whatnot, that we were basically looting from Russia.
There is no way that we could have afforded to load up millions of Jews and ship them to Auschwitz or anywhere else.
There never were any orders for us to do any such thing.
And even if we had gotten such orders, there is very little way we could have carried them out.
Now, this is him talking to me, remember.
He tells me, you see, we didn't actually catch very many Jews.
The Jews were all members and supporters of the Communist Party, and when they heard the Germans and the SS were coming, they got the hell out of Dodge fast.
My unit was a member of what was called an Einsatzgruppen, and we were later accused of killing a lot of Jews, but that wasn't what we were there for.
We were mobile anti-partisan units moving up and down the rail lines and our mission was to keep those crucial rail lines open.
Most of the Jews that we did catch were members of partisan groups and these we interrogated in the field and either sent up to divisional headquarters for further interrogation or else, yeah, they were taken out behind the nearest barn and disposed of.
But as far as some big huge plan emanating from Berlin to round up all Jews and kill them or ship them back to Germany, no.
Now this old guy told me, more or less quote unquote, I fought through four years of war as a soldier and then an officer and I never saw any sign of anything like that.
And like I said, it wouldn't have been feasible in any case.
I believe that old man who was at the end of his life speaking to someone he trusted, Who had no reason to lie.
I do not believe the Jews of Hollywood.
To be fair, he also told me, yes, there was some Jew killing going on in the early part of the war in Lithuania.
You have to remember that in 1940, Stalin invaded and conquered Lithuania, and so he had about a year of communist rule before the Germans came in 1941.
And they were greeted as genuine liberators, which they were, and many young men, such as myself, joined the German military to fight against the communists and make sure that they never returned.
When the Russians marched in, the local Jews were all communists or supported the Soviet occupation in various ways, and many of the commissars were Jews, and they committed all kinds of atrocities and oppression against the local population.
So when the Germans marched in and liberated us in 1941, Most of the Jews fled, but yeah, some Jews who were dumb enough to stay and got caught got chased down in the street by mobs and strung up to lampposts.
But that wasn't Nazis doing that.
It was local Lithuanian inhabitants who had just come through a year of communist rule at the hands of these kikes.
So, getting back to my denying the Holocaust, yes, I most certainly do, because I have spoken to people who were there, and I believe them and not Jew historians.
Anyway, our time is up now for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 2188, Bremerton, Washington, 98310, or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Underban.
Freedom.
We're going to close this week with a very old song called Ich hat ein Kameraden.
It's a song that has been played at the funeral of most German soldiers who have died in the past 200 years.
It originally comes from the Napoleonic Wars.
The title in English means, I had a loyal comrade.
The title in English
means, I had a loyal comrade.
The title in English means, I had a loyal comrade.
The title in English means, I had a loyal comrade.
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