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Nov. 23, 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 bikes will ski together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the bikes will ski together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, up the marching 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 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 rubbing 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 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
It's Thanksgiving Day, November the 23rd, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, listen up, turkeys.
I got some housekeeping stuff I need to kick off with this week.
First up, for those of you who follow me on Twitter at HAC1488, you'll probably already be aware that on November the 17th, Twitter announced that as of December 18th, they will be canceling the accounts of all so-called neo-Nazis, violent right-wing extremists, alt-right personalities, etc., etc.
The reason they didn't just yank everybody without warning has to do with regulations in the European Union, which requires Twitter or other major social media to give 30 days notice of any major change in policy or terms of service.
They even went so far as to explain, for once, exactly how they will define neo-Nazis, white supremacists, right-wing extremists, etc., which is basically anybody mildly to the right of center.
All the usual liberal gobbledygook about hate and advocating violence and discrimination and the use of certain forbidden words, but the key provision here, where I'm concerned, is that they will cancel anybody whose username or avatar contains identifiable, wicked, evil, racist terms or images, and since mine contains 1488 and the Northwest tricolor, which is now officially recognized by the Southern Poverty Law Center as a hate symbol.
Yay!
We finally made the grade, people!
Anyway, I think we can assume I'm going to get deep-sexed from Twitter on the 18th.
Now, the most significant development here, though, is not that Twitter is purging white dissidents.
They've been doing that intermittently ever since I've been on there, but the fact that they now openly admit that they will be tracking users' offline activities, and they tell us in their little announcement that Twitter users are not allowed...
To be members or public supporters of groups or individuals or political parties who advocate hate and violence and have wicked racist thoughts in their heads, so forth and so on.
This is how they will do their end run around the First Amendment.
Theoretically, the Constitution applies only to the government prohibiting free expression, freedom of association, etc., while Twitter is a private corporation.
Of course, in 1783, private individuals or companies didn't have the technological power to interfere too much with people's basic freedoms.
Today, of course, the right to freedom of speech and freedom of thought and expression doesn't mean much without access to the media of communications, which, of course, is how the Jews have been silencing their opponents for the past century.
That's something of a leap.
It's the first time that one of these big social media giants has come right out and stated that they espouse a particular political ideology and are actively attempting to suppress and silence any opposing views.
Of course, we always knew that was the case, especially with Facebook, but this is the first time that they've dropped the mask and let us see the hooked nose and liver lips beneath it.
By the way, one interesting aspect of this They have been very mum at Twitter about whether or not they intend to cancel President Trump's Twitter account, which has been one of the main goals of the liberal left ever since Trump announced for the presidency, so that'll be interesting to watch.
So those of you who are following me on Twitter, I will probably no longer be there after December the 18th.
I intend to make full use of the time that I have left on the platform by sending out many tweets of all kinds of unapproved thought.
Andy suggested that perhaps he and I will be allowed to remain on Twitter by special request of the FBI, since otherwise, how else could the Bureau spy on us?
Many true words said in jest.
Anyway, once I get presented with the Royal Order of the Boot by the Little Blue Bird, I'm already on Gab, also at HAC1488.
I don't like the Gab format, but maybe that's just because I'm so used to Twitter.
I've been using Gab for some months now, and it'll grow on you.
Andy Donner may or may not be purged from Twitter as well, since his avatar is the official Northwest American Republic seal.
I don't know if that quite qualifies as a hate symbol yet.
Yes, I know Gab is run by Jews as well.
But these seem to be opportunistic Jews who are looking to make some bucks off us racists and anti-Semites by offering to sell us the freedom of speech that's supposed to be guaranteed for us in the Constitution.
They do this through offering something called Gab Pro.
Which has a lot better features than the free version.
I haven't bought it yet, but if I do get tossed off Twitter, I probably will just to get the extra goodies.
Also, this hebe who runs Gab seems to have some sort of personal vendetta against Twitter going.
Ex-employee or something.
And that will keep him focused.
Secondly, I may have mentioned on this show before that some months ago, the Northwest Front Party Manual, the white book, was pulled down off Lulu.com due to the agitation of a goat-dancing fool.
I'm proud to announce that multiple comrades around the country have responded to my request for assistance on this, and we now have printed copies of the manual available in paperback.
Also in hardback and in bound galley copy format.
I don't really think it's a good idea for me publicly to announce the source links for these books just yet, but I will be promoting them to the Northwest Revolution list.
Thanks a lot for all your hard work, guys.
Now, something else, and this is not really housekeeping as such, it's just something kind of odd that came up.
Last week, we ran a commentary by Gretchen the Librarian on Julius Evola's Men Among the Ruins.
And I got a response from several of you, which rather surprised me, including one from Bill White, of all people, in prison.
He's actually on the prison email system there, CarLinks.
And I'd mentioned to him that we had something about Evola on.
And White responded back to me, and he said, I thought you didn't like Julius Evola.
And several of you out there actually said the same thing to me.
For some reason, you thought I had something against Julius Evola.
Well, not really.
I mean, just to make it clear here, I first ran across Evola in the 1970s, and he does have a small number of American followers to his philosophy, if you want to call it that.
I've actually read some of Evola's stuff many years ago, including Man Among the Ruins.
I've got a copy of it now somewhere in my library.
And he's not bad.
A little light on race, and way light on the Jewish question, but then Italian fascism always was.
Now, our intellectuals have a habit of trying to replace solid racial theory and conviction with airy-fairy spiritual stuff and speaking in code words so they don't have to offend anybody and they don't risk getting into trouble and having bad men knock on their doors.
And I've noticed that Evola-ites are kind of like that.
They tend to be what the alt-right refers to as civic nationalists.
Back in the day, they tended to publish little four- or eight-page newsletters printed in very small ten-point type that had a subscription list of a couple hundred people at most.
Evolaism is a very narrow field, dare I say incestuous.
Of course, they took you the internet like a duck to water, and now you've got all kinds of Evola-ites all over cyberspace.
Now, I learned long ago when I was dealing with a new contact that the first time I hear the name Julius Evola in a conversation or see it on a blog, that's it.
I kind of got the guy pretty accurately pigeonholed.
I'm dealing with a, well, I don't want to say a pseudo-intellectual, but somebody with, shall we say, intellectual pretensions.
Possibly even a real intellectual.
We do have a few, you know.
But in any case, I'm dealing with an individual who most likely is never ever actually going to do anything at all, not even contribute money.
So for this reason, anytime I come across the name of Evola, I generally do kind of move on because it's pretty much certain that there's nothing for the Northwest Republic there.
Now, all that having been said, however wimpy some of his individual devotees may be, Julius Evola is a legitimate part of our philosophical heritage and our history, and he will be studied in school in the Northwest Republic.
Something else came up this week that I have addressed before, but which, for various reasons, it looks like I may need to give one of my periodic goings over, and that's conspiracy theory.
Now, I'm going to be ad-libbing this without a script, so I might ramble a bit.
The big thing about conspiracy theory is, should we or shouldn't we?
Now, in years past, this discussion has gotten especially acute as regards the events of 9-11.
Oddly enough, this has become a rather tender subject in the white nationalist movement, such as the movement is these days.
Which is mostly on the internet.
Hell, outside of our few small groups and get-togethers here in the Northwest, it's just about all internet.
This kind of gets into my Back to the Future plans, because one of the most important reasons we need to get some kind of organization and some kind of material support going is, have you guys noticed that none of these neocon or pseudo-intellectual racist groups even seem to have actual meetings anymore these days?
Not even in rented motel banquet rooms?
Not anywhere?
I mean, I think Jared Taylor tries to have an American Renaissance conference once a year, if he can find a motel that will have him, where the management doesn't crumple when the telephoned bomb threats start.
I know that Richard Spencer was looking for a place recently to have some kind of conference of his, and he had to try four or five venues.
And I think with some of these alt-right groups like Spencer and others, it's gotten to the point where they almost have to operate like they used to in Britain.
Or the actual site of a British National Party or National Front meeting, which was usually the backroom of some pub.
Anyway, it couldn't be publicly announced.
And you had to actually get on the tube in London or wherever and go to a redirection point and identify yourself to a marshal or a representative who would then give you the address.
And even then, sometimes, you know, the Reds found out and attacked the place and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Anyway, we're not the only ones here in the NF with no property to meet on.
Most of our people have become so poor that they can't even have real meetings in their homes because none of us have McMansions anymore.
Most racially aware white people now live in fleabag furnished apartments or trailers or their parents' basement.
If anything, this has gotten worse over the past three or four years.
It's all being done online through video conferencing and so forth, so none of us have to get our lazy asses in a car and do any long-distance driving.
And of course, anything we can do online, the regime can monitor.
Okay, there are few people among us who believe or pretend to believe the official version of 9-11 about it being just some pissed off Muslims with box cutters and who are quite passionate in advocating that the white nationalist movement should not indulge in conspiracy theory at all.
In fact, Don Black was so hept on this idea that some years ago he actually banned any discussion of the 9-11 truth movement on Stormfront along with any manifestations of National Socialism along with the word nigger and so forth and so on.
Black apparently expelled a number of people from Stormfront over this, hundreds of them, in fact, because they just wouldn't shut up about 9-11, or else his infamous moderators, over whom he exercises almost no control or authority, have done.
Don Black himself seems to have become almost an absentee landlord on that site.
I know he's been in very bad health recently.
All of this started when he tried to go respectable because his son Derek wanted to pursue a career in the Republican Party in South Florida, which didn't work out, as I could have told him.
I'm not sure why a guy like Don Black, with his lifetime of experience, would believe that it would ever be possible that any of us would ever be allowed to rejoin the mainstream if we tap, dance, and shuffle in front of the Jews regarding 9-11.
But that's what it looked like at the time.
Like that would ever happen.
Hell, David Duke has been trying to get back into the mainstream for years and he's never gotten anywhere near it.
Neither will any of us.
Now the point I'm trying to make here is that it's absolutely useless for us to go crawling to the power structure and lick their feet and promise to be good and not talk about things they don't want people talking about.
The power structure never responds by rewarding us.
None of us who have ever uttered the forbidden J-word and been overheard, even so much as once in our lives, will ever be allowed back into the charmed circle of social approval.
We need always to remember that.
So, why not?
Why shouldn't we discuss conspiracy theory in general, and 9-11 in particular?
How these people who tend to get outright apoplectic on the subject claim that, quote-unquote, it makes us look like kooks.
This, of course, is based on the premise, which many of us hold to very dearly, that somehow or other, someday we will produce a mass movement of the old European style, with millions of dues-paying members and the long brown columns marching down the street yelling, I'll Larry or whatever.
And yeah, we saw a little of that in Charlottesville this summer with all the tiki torches, which, frankly, hasn't helped.
That's another thing that's not going to happen, but Richard Spencer has managed to kind of complicate that for us for the next few years.
In other words, these people believe that somehow or other, we will be allowed to access or be able to force our way into the mainstream media sufficiently to speak to the millions of white inhabitants of this continent.
I won't say anything about that right now, except I really hope these people are right.
And I really hope that does happen.
I would give my eye teeth to be able to sit down behind a microphone and talk for an hour or so every day with just Rush Limbaugh's audience.
Never mind Fox News.
Okay.
I told you I was ad-libbing this and I have wandered way, way off the point.
Anyway, getting back to not talking about 9-11 so people don't think we're kooky.
I can see what they're saying here, and I'm well aware of the necessity of our not appearing kooky to people and immediately confronting them with symbols and ideas that they have been conditioned from birth to reject.
I have talked about this myself in the past.
This is why I don't wear the costume anymore or use the swastika overtly.
There was a time when I would have regarded that as the most cowardly form of compromise, but I'm quite capable of understanding the need for compromise.
And for meeting people at least halfway on their own terms and putting ourselves on a credible basis of communication with them.
But why never discuss these things at all?
Bismarck once wrote that the mark of a true liberal is an inability to believe in conspiracies.
And Bismarck knew about such things.
I'm not convinced that in order to blend in, we need to refrain from discussing or advocating anything outside the establishment's mainstream or official version of events.
For one thing, it won't do us any good, because like I said, the power structure doesn't recognize any quid pro quo, so it's no good sucking up to them.
For another thing, the masses of white Americans, if they're the ones we're going after, aren't quite as stupid as we think they are.
Not quite.
And there is, in fact, a lot of genuine skepticism about 9-11 among a lot of ordinary people, based on some pretty obvious flaws and questionable points in the official version of events.
True.
There are some really obsessive people on the other side of the issue as well, and frankly, they can be as much of a bore and a pain in the ass as the stuffed-shirt fuddy-duddies who dismiss anyone questioning the official version as cranks.
Now, I know people in the movement who have gone off the deep end and become nothing but raving 9-11 truthers.
They've become real cranks on the subject.
It's all they talk about or post about, and they really aren't white nationalists anymore.
They're just 9-11 freaks.
White nationalism and white separatism should not turn into a 9-11 truth movement per se.
That is not a primary concern.
It can dissipate our energies, but there's no harm, I think, in incorporating a little conspiracy theory.
I mean, I even let Lord Lucan talk about aliens once on this show.
And I had to basically stand like the little Dutch boy with my finger in the dike, holding back the floodwaters of E.T. stuff for some weeks after that because everybody wanted to talk about aliens.
It's like Holocaust revisionism.
And by the way, there are people who claim that we shouldn't mention Holocaust revisionism either because the masses of people are too stupid and brainwashed to understand it.
I think that while alternative versions of history need to be part of our program and our propaganda, we mostly need to concentrate on a few basics that can be reduced to a few simple slogans.
And above all, we need to concentrate on the idea of a sovereign homeland for white people here in the Pacific Northwest.
Always remember, that's the cure for what ails us.
Our own state and our own government and our own land.
We need to get a lot better than we have been at avoiding all these distractions that prevent us from at long last getting down to business and getting this job done.
We are great at thinking up abstruse excuses and reasons for not getting on with it.
Conspiracy theory overall, I think, is generally such a distraction.
Americans have always been very big on single-issue politics.
Abortion or gun rights or anti-gay marriage or fluoride in the water, whatever.
We need to put blinkers on so we don't get distracted and keep our vision firmly ahead.
Eyes on the prize, which is a free and sovereign white nation here in the Pacific Northwest to serve as a homeland for all our people.
This is Chris Whitley.
This is Chris Whitley.
Now when this is over, over and through, and all them changes have coming past, I want to meet you in the big sky country.
I just wanna prove mama looking less, yeah Like hallelujah in the big sky country Just like forever, and ever is forever Be getting over in the big sky country Be kissing time Kissing time.
Goodbye.
God knows it's all been done.
Let me tell you why.
Cause you held my number.
You held my name.
You held my body through the thick and thin.
On a bed of roses in the big sky.
Spread out to love you, love you in your second skin Like a hallelujah in the big sky country Just like forever, and ever is forever We'll be getting over in the big sky country We'll be kissing
time, kissing time, goodbye Hallelujah, mama, razzle, dazzle, mama Probably got lights on all over the place, yeah Hallelujah, I mean, glory, hallelujah If I could only come round once and see your face So just watch them lovers out on parade.
Watch them lovers while they sleep in the slide They're gonna prove it to the big sky country They're just gonna prove it while the whole world collides Like hallelujah in the big sky country Just like forever and ever is forever I'll be getting over in the big
sky country I'll be kissing time, be kissing time goodbye Meeting our makeup in the big sky country I'll be just like lovers and love is wild When we hold over to the big sky country We'll be kissing time We'll be kissing time
It's time to look by.
Big Sky Country.
Big Sky, Big Sky, Big Sky, Big Sky,
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Oklahoma, and you can call bullshit on this if you want, but this is a little experience I had here a few weeks back going across Montana, coming out of Washington.
I did not encounter one dark skin my whole day from when I started over in just west of Spokane, Washington, and drove across the panhandle of Idaho, and stopped at a Walmart Supercenter over in Helena, Montana, And continued on across Montana, not encountering anybody but white-skinned people.
It was really nice.
Where I spent the night at that night was outside a little...
I wouldn't classify it as necessarily a truck stop or a travel center, but it was more like a...
In the bigger cities, you'd classify it as a stop-and-rob, I guess, with a casino and fuel pumps attached to it.
I wandered in there and picked up a few things and used the restroom, and the gal behind the counter was...
Counting her money, or not counting, but marking her money.
She had the whole drawer spread out on the counter, and I'd love to see somebody go and pull that in a larger city, or even a medium-sized city, outside the homeland-ish area, or even in some of the bigger areas of the homeland.
But this was in the white zone, just a little outside the boundaries of the homeland.
But nonetheless, it's still in general vicinity and stuff.
Actually, I think it should be concluded in the homeland because there's a lot of farmland there and stuff.
But anyway, yeah, she didn't have a care in the world.
Didn't have to worry about some nigger coming in and sticking up the store or anything like that.
It's just a whole different change of pace.
I just so much like getting out away from the larger cities.
Even in the homeland, like Seattle, Tacoma, Olympia, Portland, Spokane, get down to some of the smaller communities, like, oh, say, Boise's even a little bit big, but, you know, like Idaho Falls, Pocatello, Yakima and stuff, they've got a lot of Mexicans there and whatnot.
But anyway, Ellensburg, Chehalis, you know, smaller towns like that that are out away from the bigger metropolitan areas.
So much different change of pace.
It's so much nicer when you can go and walk up to just about anybody and just start up a conversation.
Guy BS'd with me in Walmart there in Helena for, oh, I don't know, ten or so minutes until they called his name there at the prescription counter.
So it was one of those, yeah, hey, he was packing heat, I was packing heat.
Didn't have to worry about much of anything.
Pretty much everybody was, or quite a few people there, I'm sure, were carrying concealed.
I didn't see anybody carrying open, but those of our British comrades and some of the others in not-so-friendly gun areas and stuff, yeah.
Quite a few of us are out there cruising around, packing a pistol, and it's not quite hunting, or it's getting into hunting season, so you'll see a lot of rifles and shotguns out there, not necessarily being carried around the stores, but being transported around in your vehicles and stuff on the way out to hunting areas and stuff.
I've seen a few signs up on a few of the truck stops there in Montana wanting people to leave their long guns in the car or their vehicle and not bring them into the truck stop.
But I guess that's more to keep the liberals and weenies from...
Freaking out and going calling the police and stuff.
But anyway, yeah, you really need to go and make your scouting trip out here and check it out.
You know, it's a whole lot different than back east where I've been spending most of my time here the last couple of weeks.
I've had to go up into all dread of dreads Massachusetts and had to go across upstate New York once and at least I didn't have to go into New Jersey.
I don't know how anybody lives in New Jersey.
It's one of those, yeah, no.
They've got too many of the jackbooted thug cops out there and stuff, it seems like, that wearing their big chip on their shoulders and stuff, and everybody's a criminal in their minds, and yeah, I don't like being out there in the East Coast.
You guys can have it.
Yeah, it's pretty out there, but there's way too many people for my likings, so.
Alright, this is the Trucker signing off from Oklahoma on my way over to Nevada to go and do a delivery over there later this week.
Alright, this is the Trucker signing off.
Have a good one, comrades, and hope to see you on the road making your scouting trip or migration soon.
We'll be right back.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Part 1 of Inside the Third Reich by Albert Speer.
Now, in this memoir, Speer recalls his youth and how he became a prominent architect.
Speer reports that during his younger days, he took little interest in politics, despite his father's vigorous endorsement of pan-Europeanism and the clergy plan.
Now, there's an interesting story in this book.
At one point, Speer's father met Hitler, and during that meeting, Speer's father was really a nervous wreck.
Now, as Speer matured, he read Spengler and became convinced that the West was headed for decline.
Early in his career, Speer almost had the opportunity to become a court architect in Afghanistan.
But due to instability that so often plagues that part of the world, his plans changed suddenly.
Shortly thereafter, Speer was persuaded to attend a speech at Berlin University, which was being given by Adolf Hitler, and he became drawn to Hitler's magnetism.
Also to...
Increasingly, Speer saw opportunities stemming from the National Socialist Party that involved architecture and building and planning.
Speer's first major assignment ended up being the revamping of the Reich Chancellery.
Now, as you might imagine, Hitler was very concerned to make an impression on foreign visitors.
And by the time Hitler had inherited the Chancellery, it simply failed to pass muster.
This concept of attempting to create an impression would also come to the forefront in the Berlin project.
Now, Hitler is often ridiculed for being too extravagant in his love of art.
But unlike Goring, who loved to bask in luxury and would often appropriate paintings and other artworks for himself, Hitler needed no luxury to validate his position.
However, he did think forward into the future.
And he thought about whoever would occupy his position after the end of his life.
And he thought about whoever it was, they would need the majesty of the office.
So he wants to create a kind of papacy.
Now, another idea that he had, he wasn't only interested in Berlin, but he was also interested in Linz and Nuremberg.
And also revitalizing those cities.
And at one point, Hitler comes up with a whole list of urban renewal projects for Speer.
And Speer reminds Hitler that it's really too much all at once.
And Hitler agrees to this.
Another concept that came into play in all these building projects was the notion of ruined value, although this concept was seen as somewhat blasphemous at first.
But it was taken into account with most structures, with the exception of the assembly dome that was to be built in Berlin.
That structure was actually to be reinforced with steel.
And one of the reasons for this is that it was feared that it might be a target for bombing raids.
Now, I know all that seems very dated right now, but it certainly reflected concerns of the day.
Now, this Berlin project was to be completed by 1950.
And it was such an esteemed project that even after the war had broken out, it was difficult to reallocate services from this Berlin project that had already started to more urgent theaters.
Now, Speer recalls some bad omens regarding the war.
At one point, a marble bust of Bismarck would break.
This was just before the dedication of the Chancellery.
Now, Speer was so upset about this development that he had a copy of the bust made, and he had it soaked in tea, and he told no one of this incident.
Also, in 1939, just after the signing of the Soviet-German non-aggression pact, there was an aurora borealis that had a lot of red color in it.
It was seen in Germany, and Hitler took note of it.
And after seeing this phenomenon, Hitler was sure that war was unavoidable.
Now, as an architect, Speer seems caught between the constant demand for residential, civic, and military projects and the demand that he and his architectural staff work constantly.
And a contrast between that and the leisure of inter-party dinners, which lasted into the wee hours.
Hitler allowed lavish fare, but did not partake.
And after 1939, it was even more reiterated and underscored that the whole concept of the simple one-dish meal was not only for the Reich in file.
But it was also for the inner party as well.
Now Hess was also a vegetarian, but he frequently offended Hitler by coming to these dinners and bringing his own meals, which apparently were an even more strict version of vegetarianism than the one that Hitler followed.
As a frequent attendant of these dinners, Speer realizes, to his dismay, that party members would often use underhanded methods of influencing Hitler, and a favorite seems to have been the ridicule of an individual that they disliked,
under the notion that Hitler would be reluctant to advance the career of anyone who was being Constantly ridiculed.
Now during these dinners, Hitler preached a need for pragmatism.
Leaders such as Mosley ought to stop copying him, he advised.
They ought to look at their own situation and take an assessment of what's going on in their own country and come up with their own ways of doing things.
Kittler was also not a fan of Rosenberg.
Speer never explains exactly why, other than apparently Hitler saw Rosenberg as somewhat clownish, but we never quite know the philosophical difference.
My guess would be that Hitler would have seen Rosenberg as too wrapped up in notions of Christianity, because it would appear as though Hitler was even more disappointed with Christianity.
than Rosenberg was because Hitler, according to Speer, seems to feel that Christianity is not Now, as mind-bending as this is, Hitler sometimes lamented that if paganism would not last, then Islam, with its militancy, would have been better.
Now, Germans, he rationalized, would still rule, but would have been invigorated by jihad.
Now, it's hard to imagine that Hitler would favor the total replacement of Europeans by North Africans and various assortments from various other parts of the world.
So, it's a rather odd concept.
And I'm really not sure how seriously Hitler took these ideas, but they're rather interesting to contemplate.
Now, as we have likely read or heard about elsewhere, Hitler felt a strong sense of betrayal when Hess flew to England on his peace mission.
According to Hess, it was based on a vision that Germany could do whatever it wanted in Europe as long as England was allowed to keep its empire.
But at that time, there was very much the belief, and this was shared by Hitler, that England would never give up its world domination.
And of course, that's ironic in the sense that after the war, England was so bankrupt that really it had to.
Hitler also blames Haushofer for Hess's desire to try to make an unofficial peace treaty.
Now, Hitler's dreams of urban renewal also extended to the Soviet Union, and he hoped, obviously, that the Russian campaign would be successful, and he wanted to rebuild cities there and build new cities.
And also, too, there was going to be a lot of improvements to transportation, especially around Berlin and I'm sure elsewhere.
However, sometimes these transportation routes had to be rerouted because of the sacred nature of some of the most important governmental and assembly buildings in Berlin.
Now, this is a book that Harold sent me.
Initially, I was reluctant to read another one of these postmortems because I feared it would cause some depression.
But now that I'm getting into this book, I'm finding the insider point of view very fascinating.
So, I hope you enjoyed this discussion.
Again, this was Albert Spears, Inside the Third Reich.
Of course, it's going to be a critical view because at this point, Speer had been in prison for some time and he had, of course, the trauma of the war and, of course, its aftermath.
So one must take that into account as well.
But still, I'm finding this a very interesting read.
So thank you very much for listening.
Have a good evening, and hail victory, comrades.
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Okay, I don't usually do this, but I want to add something to Gretchen's weekly contribution based on my own experience with the book Inside the Third Reich.
At the end of her review, Gretchen mentions certain aspects of the book that sound very negative, and there's something I need to explain about that.
I first read Inside the Third Reich when I was 18. It was only the second so-called Nazi book I'd ever read, and even at that young age, I also noticed something odd about it.
Speer would go on for 50 or 100 pages about all the great things that he did under the Reich, all the magnificent plans he and the Fuhrer were working on, the buildings, the autobonds, the infrastructure, the stunning party rallies Speer choreographed, and then all of a sudden he'd flip out for about a page and a half.
Sobbing and wringing his hands.
Oh, oh, but I was so blind.
I was serving terrible, horrible evil.
Hitler was a monster.
Why didn't I see it?
What was I thinking?
Then back to another hundred pages or so, where Speer would talk about the challenges of industrialization before and during the war.
The scientific developments, the manufacture of the people's car, the Volkswagen, the establishment of full employment and first-class affordable national health care, which are things we haven't been able to achieve yet ourselves.
And then back, he'd bounce for another thousand words or so, lamenting and moaning.
Oh, that man, Hitler, was Satan incarnate.
It was all so horrible and terrible.
Oh, those poor six million Jews!
I'm damned, damned for all the horrible things I did as a Nazi!
Oh, I'm so guilty!
I'm such a wicked man!
And just on and on like this throughout the whole long book, it's really noticeable.
It's almost like the old man is bipolar or something.
Now, I liked the book because the good parts more than compensated for the ritual breast-beating every two or three chapters or so.
I figured at the time that it was just something Spear thought he had to put in the book because he wanted to get his memoirs published, and later on I learned that, yeah, that was the case, but it was more serious than that.
I didn't know this when I was 18 and first read the book, but I later found out that under West German law, as it was at the time, and I think probably still is today, In fact, I seem to recall it's actually in the West German Constitution somewhere.
Anyway, under this law, nothing from the Third Reich era, nothing about Adolf Hitler, nothing about National Socialism can be published or distributed in Germany without, quote-unquote, critical comment.
Now, everything that was published or filmed or spoken on the radio that had anything even remotely to do with Hitler or the Third Reich or the Second World War or anything to do with that part of the past, even magazine articles, had to receive prior permission from a West German government body called the Constitutional Court, which would decide prior to any publication or broadcast whether a book or a film or a comic book or whatever about National Socialism was kosher, so to speak.
Now, if it wasn't, and someone published anything in West Germany, and I suppose in Germany today about the past, that did not have this hexure from the Constitutional Court, then it was a criminal offense, a very serious one.
This, in a country that literally imprisons people for years for merely raising their outstretched palm above shoulder level in public, or for teaching their cat or their dog to do so, and publishing the picture on Facebook.
Now, imagine what they would do to a real Nazi who broke the rules.
Albert Speer knew this, and once this is understood, then the strange, self-flagellating passages inside the Third Reich become comprehensible.
In order to make sure that his memoirs were published and his life story was told, Speer laid it on with a trowel.
In fact, to the point where he was almost parodying repentance.
To the point where I'm amazed the West German censors didn't pick up on the fact that he was pulling their leg.
Well, maybe they did.
And maybe being survivors of that time themselves, they tacitly went along with the gag so that this vital part of their country's history would not be lost.
Since this is Thanksgiving Day after all, I was looking around for something that might be called Thanksgiving music, and that's actually pretty rare.
I looked around for something that might be considered Puritan music in honor of the pilgrims, and as near as anyone can figure, they didn't sing all that much.
That's rare.
Most white peoples are fairly musical, but not the pilgrims and the New England Puritans.
The closest they seemed to have come to music was singing psalms in church.
And I looked at some of those, but they all had organ music with them, and the Puritans considered an organ in church to be blasphemy.
Basically, they just were a rather dour folk.
Long and the short of it, this is the closest I can find to a Thanksgiving song.
This is Mary Chapin Carpenter.
Music Grateful for each hand we hold, gathered round this table.
From far and near we travel home, blessed that we are able.
Grateful for you This sheltered place With light in every window Say welcome, welcome, share this feast Coming away from sorrow Father,
mother, daughter, son To gather everyone in the gift of loving kindness.
Thank you.
Grateful for what's understood And all that is forgiven We try so hard to be good To need a life worth living Father,
mother, daughter, son All together, everyone Let grateful days be endless Grateful for each hand we hold Gathered round those days
People.
you Thank you.
Okay, I'm going to wind this up on a fairly serious note.
I was going to lay a little more Back to the Future on you this week, but as always with us, something seems to have come up which only I can deal with.
I'm going to make a sort of definitive policy statement now.
In doing this, it is not my intention to spark some kind of big internal debate with all manner of accompanying sound and fury.
Right now, we don't need sound and fury, and we don't need to be arguing over how many stormtroopers can dance on the head of a pin.
This is something which, at some point in the future, we as a community are going to have to resolve, but that time is not now.
This is one can I intend to kick down the road.
I will make this one public commentary, speaking ex cathedra, as it were.
And after that, I will not respond to any attempts to draw me into a big hoo-ha and foo-for-all, nor will I approve any responses or remarks on this in the comments section for this RFN episode.
There will be no foo-for-all and no sound and fury.
Not now.
There is nothing more ridiculous than a tiny handful of what are basically members of an obscure and powerless sect debating and arguing and shouting at one another and waving their arms in the air like windmills and calling down a spirit over an obscure point of doctrine.
And right now that's what this is.
It will have to be seriously resolved in the future, but that time is not yet.
All of that having been said.
This is an existential problem, an absolute bedrock point of strategic principle in that if it is not eventually accepted by our remaining Alpha community, the future existence of the white race is endangered.
The coming white ethnostate, the homeland which will secure the existence of our people and the future for white children, must be established in one place on the North American continent and only one, the Pacific Northwest.
Any attempt to establish a white ethnostate anywhere else in North America is doomed to catastrophic failure, unless such an ethnostate can somehow seize a lengthy stretch of coastline containing deepwater ports and maintaining uninterdicted access to the outside world.
This is why, despite all of the clamor and agitation from some of our people, I have refused to move out to Spokane or Idaho or Montana, and I refuse to give up the coast.
We can't do that.
It would mean that our new homeland would be strangled at birth because we would be surrounded and unable to function without goods and services, which could still only be obtained in the outside world.
To expend what little remaining courage, manpower, and resources are available to us, including the shrinking and aging number of white alpha males who are still capable of committing physical acts in the real world on their own initiative, to expend those last precious resources our race has in any attempt to establish a white ethnostate in any stretch of territory that is landlocked,
surrounded by enemies, and susceptible to effective blockade, Is to condemn the white man and western civilization to death.
Please, please believe me on this, brothers and sisters.
For once in your lives, for God's sake, listen to Harold Covington.
Remember, I saw what happened to Rhodesia when South Africa, which provided our last lifeline to the outside world, finally became corrupted at the top and betrayed us.
I wasn't there for the final catastrophe, but in 1974 we could see it coming when the Portuguese government in Lisbon was overthrown and we knew Mozambique and the Lorenzo Marx Railway would go to the Kafirs.
And then again in 1974 when the SAP, the South African police, pulled out of the Rhodesian border areas and left us to face the onslaught alone.
We could see it coming, and that's not a pleasant feeling.
Common sense should make it clear to all that trying to set up an independent nation in some rural area Surrounded by hostile neighbors and the armed remnants of what was once the most powerful military in the world, which will by then be a majority non-white and commanded by God alone knows who or what, that's not a very good idea.
It's counterintuitive.
There are a number of rationalizations for trying to establish a white homeland in some landlocked enclave, but basically they all boil down to the fact that the people organizing the effort just don't want to move.
I can understand that.
I myself came from North Carolina.
I have established, through genealogical research, that my family's connection to the Carolinas dates back to the 17th century, and I was raised in the last of the Old South.
I can even remember a few of the whites-only and colored-only signs on bathrooms and water fountains and whatnot.
The all-white world of my childhood was there in North Carolina.
And although I didn't understand at the time what a great gift God gave me to be able to see the last of that world, which most of you now know only from Norman Rockwell paintings and old black-and-white TV shows, I understand now.
Burlington made me a Southerner.
Chapel Hill made me a National Socialist.
And Raleigh set my life on the path I still follow now.
So when I left for the last time, I was literally leaving the land of my creation forever.
I understood that at the time, and as I crossed the state line for the last time, my heart nearly broke.
But I did it, because it was necessary to my racial duty to the fourteen words that I do it.
So must all of you.
I ask that all of you read my Northwest Independence novels, or if you haven't read them for a while, read them again.
A number of vitally important issues like this are discussed there in depth.
For now, please accept my very best wishes to all of you for a happy Thanksgiving and a wonderful holiday season.
But our time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
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This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then...
Sarsha Underbond.
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