Oct. 19, 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 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, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, out the marching tune.
Warrior pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
Switch your eyes upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man's chest was throbbing for the blessed warming light.
The warmers 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 worth flashing out Rising on the moon It's October the 19th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
This will be a short podcast this week, basically a monologue from me, because once again I need to try and talk to you people about something as best I can under the circumstances.
I'm sorry if all this inside baseball stuff bores you or makes you uncomfortable, but it will be our ability as a people to master this kind of thing and act on what needs to be done, which will determine whether or not any of us exist a hundred years from now.
Yesterday, October the 14th, I had a meeting with two men who were making their scouting trip to the Puget area.
One of them was a young man aged 20 who came all the way from the United Kingdom in order to plan his homecoming and see the homeland that God has destined for the salvation and rebirth of the white race.
These young men were actually scouting an area pretty far away from here, but they drove many hours and hundreds of miles out of their way to see the elephant, so to speak.
We met in a local restaurant and had a nice, long, pleasant lunch together, and I hope Andy and Don and I were able to be of some assistance to these guys.
I have been more excruciatingly embarrassed or quietly enraged in, well, a very long time.
Nine years after the foundation of the Northwest Front, this man came all the way from England specifically to meet me, the allegedly great prophet of the Northwest homeland, and all we were able to show him was a couple of hours in a restaurant.
That is a fucking disgrace.
We have to do better.
Now, we could do better.
I'm positive.
If I could sift through the thousands of names on the party's assorted paper and electronic contact lists, winnow out all of the useless ones, the secret police and NGO spies, the Soros people, the looky-loos, the just plain white dumbasses.
The alt-right queers and demi-Jews, the goat dancers, etc.
Then I could just sit the rest of you down, either online or in some kind of auditorium someplace, and just talk to you.
I would explain to you, carefully and slowly, from the beginning, exactly how the party has reached this point, why things have developed the way they have, and exactly what our situation is.
I would explain in detail exactly who And what I need right now to make the Northwest American Republic I describe in my novels a reality.
And yes, that could still be done.
You don't even need to wait for my semi-mythical successor to arise from the Matrix.
Now, even at my age, I could still give it a shot and I'd love the chance.
But I'm going to need to hear the hoofbeats and see the cavalry coming over the hill pretty damn soon.
Time is not something we any longer possess in the infinite quantities of my youth.
The balloon really is about to go up.
That point is now visible on the horizon.
I can't do what I just described.
I can't sit you down and talk to you and tell you what the hell's been going on for the past 20 years, how it's affected where we are today and what we need to do to fix it, at least not directly.
So, once more, I'm going to have to fall back on broad strokes and circumlocutions and hints and what Lennon called Aesopian language, the language of fable, and that drives me nuts.
The internet is our primary media of mass communication, the first mass media our kind have ever had access to, but it has a couple of serious drawbacks, and one of them is a complete lack of privacy.
Posting something to the internet is a shout-out to the entire world, whether you wanted to or not.
Once you say or post something on the internet, it's there for the ages, and in our case, I'm not kidding at all when I say that we're carefully monitored by wicked people who hate us for the color of our skin, the power of our minds, and the beauty of our souls, and who want to do us serious harm.
Kill us all, in fact.
I see signs of these people's activity every week.
Now, you remember Brian, the guy running the internet ad campaign you heard from a couple of weeks ago?
Ask him how quickly his banner ads vanished after he came on Radio Free Northwest.
Now, he's back up and running now.
That's another thing about the internet.
No one can really keep somebody off it who wants to be there.
But still, we have to remember that in cyberspace, the walls have ears.
In any frank discussion between me and you on the present state of the party, I would have to reveal information which it simply isn't a good idea for these wicked people to have.
And yet, somehow or other, I have to communicate with you.
I can speak much more freely in the party's monthly printed organizational letter, which is mailed out to those among you who assist the Northwest Front in some manner other than words.
A good example of that ability to speak more candidly in the orglet was the March 2017 status report that went out last spring, but even in print I have to be judicious about what I say.
And yet I still have to get through to you guys.
Many more of you than I'm getting through to now.
Without your help, I accomplish nothing.
And somehow or other, I have to reach you and get you to not just sit there like lumps listening, but actually do what I tell you must be done.
Yes, you, you, you.
Don't look over your shoulder.
Ain't nobody back there behind you.
I do mean you.
So let's take another stab at it.
Now, what exactly do I mean when I say that I need to see and hear the cavalry coming over the hill?
And any of you born after 1970 even get that expression?
It's actually quite racist in a good old-fashioned way.
Anyway, never mind.
For nine years, this wee little party of ours has tap-danced like Richard Gere in Chicago.
We have done what we've done so far with smoke and mirrors.
We've used all kinds of little tricks like me writing a new Northwest novel every couple of years to new websites like sofrevolution.org.
Podcasts and every kind of internet trick, then Twitter, then Gab, and now I'm sending out DVDs and free tricolor flags.
We've got some nice knickknacks for sale through independent vendors.
And we've got me going on other people's podcasts, so forth and so on.
It's like when you run into a bear in the forest.
You're supposed to roar as loud as you can and stand on tiptoe and wave your arms to make yourself look bigger.
That's what we've been doing.
Not that there's been no success at all, there has, but a lot of our successes consist of people who do do what I ask of them.
They come here, they settle into some small town in the Northwest, and they get a job and raise a family, and they just live their lives, which isn't very spectacular and hardly the subject for propaganda.
As a married couple going to the Safeway and pushing their kids around in shopping carts while they buy groceries isn't exactly a scene out of the Northwest novels.
So, one of the reasons we have to use Razzle Dazzle is that our genuine victories are so boring and nondescript and really don't translate into internet memes.
But it's time for the party to begin building an actual organization.
And we can do that right now with what we have.
If I could just get you guys to quit sitting there listening, rise up from the seated position and stand erect and go out of doors and take certain physical actions in the real world.
Nothing illegal.
Nobody's going to prison.
Just rise from the seated position and do some completely legal things, is all.
Some of them outdoors.
And yeah, in the context of the year 2017 and who white boys are these days, I know that's asking a lot.
Maybe too much.
But we have to get the ball rolling.
The Northwest Front has hit a wall.
The wall beyond which sound and fury and razzle-dazzle will no longer suffice and some substance has to be produced.
That substance must take two forms.
Money and human bodies.
These two things are necessary so that the party can show new people something other than an hour or two in a restaurant.
Something like what they expect to see when they come to the homeland and meet me in my alleged greatness.
People who read my Northwest novels keep envisioning this big, huge, secret organization hidden away in the misty Northwoods.
We have to begin making that a reality.
But I've said all this before, and I'd like to talk to you now about how I think we can do this.
It's a strategy which I have come to refer to as Back to the Future, and I admit it's not yet fully formed in my own mind.
It's based on the, I think, solid observation that what we as a movement are doing now still isn't really working in the sense of creating any serious window for change.
Now, back in the day, the white nationalist movement of the time did certain things and used certain tactics and structures internally that actually did work.
Kind of, sort of, in a half-assed way.
Or at least worked better than the every-man-for-himself approach we're using now.
Then we got our cages rattled by some rather spectacular flops that had to do with public LARPing and also with the poor character and bad behavior of the people who were associated with white nationalism in those days.
Think David Duke.
Think Benny Claussen.
Think Glenn Miller.
And think National Alliance.
In an effort to prevent more of those fiascos, we staggered into what we called leaderless resistance.
A term based on an article from the 1980s by Lewis Beam which wasn't actually leaderless resistance as Beam described it.
What it was and is is all leaderless and no resistance.
Basically, we abandoned any kind of formal organization not because it didn't work so much as because we were too stupid and lazy to do it right.
Like so many 20th century white boys, when the going got tough, we quit and wandered away looking for something that was easier and more entertaining.
For some years, we all drifted towards total obscurity and irrelevance, and then the Internet came along and gave us a new lease on life.
For a while.
But the Internet has now reached the point of diminishing returns.
One of the many weaknesses of the Internet has always been that it produces nothing but net.
It is political empty calories, and it propagates and encourages some of the worst traits in our already abysmal character.
I believe it is time that the white nationalist movement as a whole made a conscious and deliberate effort to move beyond the internet and back into the real world of physical objects and human bodies interacting with one another and not with machines.
The Northwest Front has been attempting to do this ever since we were founded in 2008.
We have had Probably more success than any other group in the movement if you look at the number of real human bodies we have inspired to commit a serious act of racial commitment in the real world, i.e.
coming home to the Pacific Northwest.
But, as I said earlier, those successes can't really be trumpeted abroad, and even if they were, most of you wouldn't be all that impressed.
You're Americans.
You want bells and whistles and memes and bright colors and little dancing cartoon characters and tiki torches in the night.
You want the cakes and ale.
You want to see something, something that indicates the presence of money, or at least looks like money.
I don't blame you for this.
It's how you've been raised from birth to view the world, and the number of you who can completely shake off a lifetime of Jewish social engineering is limited.
I get that.
So that means, at least to some extent, white nationalism has to come up to snuff in that regard.
If the mountain won't come to the party, the party has to go to the mountain.
You need to have been around back in the day when everybody and his dog had some little storefront building somewhere to understand how deeply and viscerally American white boys respond to material things.
Now, in this society, not to possess material things marks one as that most terrible of all American identities.
A loser.
A very large part of white nationalism's problem is that we are perceived as losers, i.e.
people without wealth or material possessions.
For example, during the 2016 election, one of the jeers that the Soros faction hurled against Trump supporters is that they allegedly, quote-unquote, live in renter houses.
Now, I don't say that we all have to magically grow rich somehow.
I say we must look like it.
Americans historically don't mind too much being deceived in this way.
In fact, they rather seem to enjoy it and don't ask me to analyze that particular weird pathology in this craziest of societies or I'll be here all night.
Now, I'm not going to get too specific here, not just because of our unpleasant eavesdroppers, but because this is something where the devil will always be in the details.
In each case, each locality will be a different set of circumstances, but here's the gist of it.
The Northwest Front has to start showing some kind of face to the public, and I don't mean just mine.
I don't mean just those videos I did six years ago.
We need some kind of functioning general headquarters.
We need to get the tricolor flag off the internet and up into the sky where it can be seen, or at least displayed on the internet as an actual flag flying in the sky on a real flagpole, not a meme.
We need to attract, recruit, and train full-time competent staff who will have to be paid something in order to make them financially bulletproof and immune to the blacklisting and economic punishment with which the system keeps white people in line.
We must create a genuine organization with at least something of a command structure and hierarchy, a few chiefs and many Indians, This organization must be comprised of serious, committed, adult political soldiers.
It must be comprised of white nationalists and white separatists who are involved in the movement because they want to put something into it, not get something out of it.
Every man and woman associated with this organization, well, as I hope with the Northwest Front as it will become, must be thoroughly and genuinely vetted as to their past and their background by a genuine party security office.
who will use every means at its disposal to determine who this person is, where they've been, what they've done, what they've said, and who they've hung with, and what baggage they are bringing to the party.
I cannot overemphasize how essential this is.
We have got to start dealing with the issue of character, and the first step in doing that...
Is to make sure that any time somebody walks in that door, we know who the hell they are and we know who the hell we're talking to.
All this loosey-goosey chaos and witty woodpecker on the internet that we've been engaging in so far may be fun.
It's producing a lot of good material, a lot of amusing material, but we're not in this for our amusement.
We're not in this to make pretty cartoons.
We are not in this to build our own little media empire, making our living off monetized YouTubes or whatever.
We are in this to secure the existence of our people and a future for white children.
Nobody else in the movement has anything like this anymore, and we haven't had for a generation.
Even the mighty Richard Spencer's quote-unquote National Policy Institute is run out of a post office box and a website.
Now the first outfit to succeed.
In satisfying the 21st century white boy's longing for pageantry, his deep craving for bells and whistles, cakes and ale, and at least the outward appearance of money being present, will win first place and probably hold it until the balloon really does go up.
The first white nationalist organization that truly does function as an organization...
And can let us see the faces of multiple human beings and not just some guy with a neck beard on YouTube who's pretty obviously vlogging from his bedroom or his mother's basement.
Well, they get the gold ring.
Twenty years after the loss of Hayden Lake, we will have stopped hiding, and that is utterly essential.
No one is going to respect or follow any movement of men whose faces they cannot see.
For the sake of our racial future, the Northwest Front has to win that competition, because if the white race chooses wrongly, if we let ourselves be deceived by a pretty face and some tiki torches and any other kind of flim-flam, as we've so often done in the past, then this time the mistake will be fatal.
The Northwest Front has to be ready to take it real when that balloon goes up.
Time is up now.
No more practice swings.
No more do-overs.
I was originally going to make this a lot longer and a lot more elaborate and throw in some music, but the trouble is, as I've said, I can't really get into the nitty-gritty details because the more elaborate I made this podcast, the more smoke and mirrors it would contain.
So I tell you what, I'll just go ahead and cut it off now, which will make this one of the shortest Radio Free Northwest's ever.
I suppose I could throw in a Gretchen piece or a musical interlude, but I want you guys to start wrapping your minds around this new concept I'm trying to introduce here, back to the future.
The main points being that loosey-goosey on the internet isn't working, that we need to do a major pivot back into the real world, and that the time has come to return to organization, discipline, and the implementation of a plan.
And you all know what plan.
Nine years after the party was founded, I am more convinced than ever that this magnificent goal can be achieved.
But we're never going to do it just sitting around playing with our electronic toys.
There are some other traditional toys of our people that will have to come into play.
They're sitting in our closets now.
But the time is coming when we will either take them out and use them or perish from the face of the earth.
We need to face up to that fact and start getting our shit together because the clock is ticking.
But 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 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.