This is an "old piece" I wrote years ago. . . . . but yet you should understand that I'm "a bit more reasonable" than Earl Turner or "Buford Christenson" or some crazy-ass radical running loose with weapons and spit-fire hatred, which is why you want to deal with me. These are caricatures "for thought". . . . .
Unlike Any Book You Have Ever Read. . . . .
Though certainly different, "The Turner Diaries" will not end you up in the arms of "nice girls with futures" in this howlingly funny skip to "the dark-side" for your personal edification. . . . .
"Anyway, the day after our man-- the newscaster said his name was Carl Hodges, someone I've not heard of before-- was killed, the Chicago Organization fulfilled a promise they'd made more than a year ago, in the event one of our people was ever seriously hurt in a Chicago jail. They ambushed the Cook County sheriff outside his home and blew his head off with a shotgun. They left a note pinned to his body which read: "This is for Carl Hodges.'
That was last Saturday night. On Sunday the System was up in arms. The sheriff of Cook County had been a political bigwig a front-rank shabbos goy, and they were really raising hell.
Although they broadcast the news only to the Chicago area on Sunday, they trotted out several pillars of the community there to denounce the assassination and the Organization in special TV appearences. One of the spokesmen was a 'responsible conservative,' and another was the head of the Chicago Jewish community. All of them described the Organization as a 'gang of racist bigots' and called on 'all right-thinking Chicagoans' to cooperate with the political police in apprehending the 'racists' who had killed the sheriff.
Well, early this morning the responsible conservative lost both his legs and suffered severe internal injuries when a bomb wired to the ignition of his car exploded. The Jewish spokesman was even less fortunate. Someone walked up to him while he was waiting for an elevator in the lobby of his office building, pulled a hatchet from under his coat, cleaved the good Jew's head from crown to shoulder blades, then disappeared in the rush-hour crowd"
If the freedom of the American people were the only thing at stake, the existence of the Organization would hardly be justified. Americans have lost their right to be free. Slavery is the just and proper state for a people who have grown as soft, self-indulgent, careless, credulous, and befuddled as we have.
Indeed, we are already slaves. We have allowed a diabolically clever, alien minority to put chains on our souls and our minds. These spiritual chains are a truer mark of slavery than the iron chains which are yet to come.
Why didn't we rebel 35 years ago, when they took our schools away from us and began converting them into racially-mixed jungles? Why didn't we throw them all out of the country 50 years ago, instead of letting them use as cannon fodder in their war to subjugate Europe?
More to the point, why didn't we rise up three years ago, when they started taking our guns away? Why didn't we rise up in righteous fury and drag these arrogant aliens into the streets and cut their throats then? Why didn't we roast them over bonfires at every street corner in America? Why didn't we make a final end to this obnoxious and eternally pushy clan, this pestilence from the sewers of the East, instead of meekly allowing ourselves to be disarmed?"
The liberal media!"
"We were still two blocks away when the pavement shuddered violently under our feet. An instant later the blast wave hit us-- a deafening 'ka-whoomp,' followed by an enormous roaring, crashing sound, accentuated by the higher-pitched noise of shattering glass all around us.
The plate glass windows in the store beside us and dozens of others that we could see along the street were blown to splinters. A glittering and deadly rain of glass shards continued to fall into the street from the upper stories of nearby buildings for a few seconds, as a jet-black column of smoke shot straight up into the sky ahead of us"
"After looking over the newspaper, we settled on the editorial-page editor, who had written a particularly vicious editorial against us. His words dripped with Talmudic hatred. Racists like us, he said, deserve no consideration from the police or any decent citizen. We should be shot down on sight like mad dogs. Quite a contrast with his usual solicitude for Black rapists and murders and tirades against 'police brutality' and 'overreaction'!
Since his editoral was an incitement to murder, it seemed to us only appropriate that he be given a taste of his own remedy. We rang the bell and told the woman who answered that we were delivering a package from the Post and needed a signed receipt. When the sleepy-eyed editor appeared at the door in his bathrobe a few moments later, Henry literally blew him in half with two blasts from the sawed-off shotgun he had been carrying under his jacket"
"Last night I had to do the most unpleasant thing that I have been called to do since joining the Organization. I participated in the execution of a mutineer.
Harry Powell was, in essence, a 'responsible conservative' His basic complaint was that all our acts of terror against the System were only making things worse by 'provoking the System into taking more and more repressive measures'.
Well of course, we all understood that! Or, at least, I thought we all understood it. Apparently Powell didn't. That is, he didn't understand that one of the major purposes of political terror, always and everywhere, is to force the authorities to take reprisals and to become more repressive, thus alienating a portion of the population and generating sympathy for the terrorists. And the other purpose is to create unrest by destroying the population's sense of security and their belief in the invincibility of the government"
whut a man's gotta do. . . . ."
"The Human Relations Council in Chicago organized a huge 'anti-racism' rally today. The purported excuse for the rally was to protest the machine-gunning of a carload of Black 'deputies' Friday, in downtown Chicago in broad daylight, presumably by the Organization.
The Chicago rally, which was vigorously promoted by all the mass media in the Chicago area, involved nearly 200,000 demonstrators in its initial state-- more than half of them Whites. Hundreds of special buses, contributed by the city transit authorities, brought in people from all the suburbs for the occasion. Thousands of young Black thugs, wearing the armbands of the Chicago Human Relations Council, strutted arrogantly through the huge mob-- 'maintaining order'.
The rally was addressed by all the usual political prostitutes and pulpit prostitutes, who issued pious calls for 'brotherhood' and 'equality'. Then the System trotted out one of their local Toms, who gave a rousing speech about stamping out 'the evil of White racism' once and for all. (Note to reader: A 'Tom" was a Negro front man for the authorities or for Jewish interests. Experts at manipulating the masses of their own race, they were paid well for their services).
After that, the skilled agitators of the Human Relations Council worked various sections of the crowd up into a real brotherhood frenzy. These swarthy, kinky-haired little Jewboys with transistorized megaphones really knew their business. They had the mob screaming with real blood lust for any 'White racist' who might be unforunate enough to fall into their hands.
Chanting 'Kill the racists' and other expressions of brotherly love, the mob began a march through downtown Chicago. Shoppers, workers, and businessmen on the sidewalks were ordered by the Black 'deputies' to join the march. Anyone who refused was beaten without mercy.
As the crowd swelled, approaching a half-million persons toward the end, the Blacks with the armbands became more and more belligerent. Any White in the crowd who looked as if he wasn't chanting loudly enough was likely to be attacked.
And there were several particularly vicious incidents which the TV cameras gloatingly zoomed in on. Someone in the crowd started the rumor that a book store they were approaching sold 'racist' books. Within a minute or two a group of several hundred demonstrators-- mostly young Whites this time-- had split off from the main crowd and converged on the book store. Windows were smashed, and teams of demonstrators inside the store began hurling armloads of books to others outside.
After an initial flurry of rage was dissipated by wildly tearing handsful of pages from the books and throwing them into the air, a bonfire was started on the sidewalk for the rest of the books. Then they dragged out a White salesclerk and began beating him. He fell to the pavement, and the mob surged over him, stomping and kicking. The television screen showed a closeup of the scene. The faces of the White demonstrators were
contorted with hatred-- for their own race!
Another incident in which the TV viewers were treated to close-up coverage was the killing of a cat. A large, white alley cat was spotted by someone in the crowd, who started the cry, 'Get the honky cat!' About a dozen demonstrators took off down an alley after the unfortunate cat. When they reappeared a few moments later, holding up the bloody carcass of the cat, an exultant cheer went up from those in the crowd near enough to see what had happened. Sheer insanity!"
"'So what happened?' I asked.
'We sold her'.
'You sold her? What do you mean?' I exclaimed.
Elsa explained: 'Mary Jane refused to leave our hippie commune after everyone sided with me, so we sold her to Kappy the Kike. He gave us the TV and two hundred dollars for her'
'Kappy the Kike,' as it turned out, as a Jew named Kaplan who makes his living in the White slave trade. He makes regular trips to Washington from New York for the purpose of buying runaway girls. What happens to the girls after that no one can say with certainty, but it is thought that most are confined in certain exclusive clubs in New York where the wealthy go to satisfy strange and perverted appetites. Some, it is rumored, are eventually sold to a Satanist club and painfully dismembered in gruesome rituals".
White womanhood in PERIL?!"
The job of the troops is to separate the Blacks from the rest of the population and confine them in controlled-access areas until they can be convoyed out of our enclave. A Black holding area is designated, having been chosen for its proximity to a freeway heading east and for the ease with which all exits from the area can be blocked. Tanks and machine-gun crews take up positions at these exits.
Then a sweep through surrounding neighborhoods begins. Groups of infantry are preceeded by sound trucks which repeatedly broadcast an announcement such as: 'All Blacks must assemble immediately for food and water supplies at the Martin Luther King Elementary School on 47th Street. Any Black found north of 43rd Street after 1:00 PM will be shot on sight.'
At first, groups of Blacks tried to stand their ground and defy the troops, apparently under the impression that the honkies wouldn't actually shoot them. Blacks who had not already vacated the premises were roughly driven into the streets at bayonet point. If they put up any resistance at all they were shot on the spot, and the sound of this occasional gunfire helped to keep the other Blacks moving along.
There have so far been only about half-a-dozen instances of Blacks with contraband firearms barricading themselves in buildings and shooting at our troops. Whenever this happens the troops bypass the occupied building and call in a tank, which riddles the building with cannon and machine-gun fire"
We also found gruesome evidence of one way in which the Blacks have solved their food shortage: cannibalism. They began by setting up barricades in one main street to stop cars driven by Whites. The unfortunate were dragged from their cars, taken into a nearby Black restaurant, butchered, cooked, and eaten"
"Today has been the Day of the Rope-- a grim and bloody day, but an unavoidable one. Tonight, for the first time in weeks, it is quiet and totally peaceful throughout all of southern California. But the night is filled with silent horrors; from tens of thousands of lampposts, power poles, and trees throughout this vast metropolitan area the grisly forms hang, each with an identical placard around its neck bearing the printed legend, 'I betrayed my race'"
hung up to dry!"
Ultimately, the Organization grabs ahold of missile silos and instigates nuclear war with the Soviet Union, and Earl Turner-- the diarist-- flies a crop duster with a nuclear warhead strapped in the passenger seat into the Pentagon, wiping out what remains of the government. Millions of innocents perish. The "mopping-up" period goes on for a few more years, Asia, Africa, and South America are sterilized, (-- er, make that BILLIONS) and a new white order rises up 110 years after the birth of "The Great One" in 1999.
In 1983-1984 there was a group called "The Order", or Bruders Schweiden which is German for "Silent Brotherhood". They were actually committed to a revolution as described in the Turner Diaries and desired to establish an all-white homeland in the Pacific Northwest.
They swore this blood oath:
I, as an Aryan warrior, swear myself to complete secrecy to The Order and total loyalty to my comrades;Let me bear witness to you, my brothers, that should one of you be taken prisoner, I will do whatever is necessary to regain your freedom;
Let me bear witness to you, my brothers, that should an enemy agent hurt you, I will chase him to the ends of the earth and remove his head from his body. . . . .
I'll bring my chainsaw!"
They carried out bank robberies and held up armored cars for funds. They bombed pornography shops and synagogues. When Alan Berg, a liberal jester of an on-air radio personality, verbally outdid them on his call-in talk show they marked him for death and machine-gunned him down in his suburban Denver driveway. Eventually their leader, Bob Matthews, was holed up wounded in a house out in the woods surrounded by 200 FBI agents. He kept firing through the walls. At night a helicopter dropped white phosophrous illuminations flares onto the roof, The place ignited, and flames shot one hundred feet into the air. He still shot out through the walls, and when all was said and done they could only identify him by his dental records.
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Author's Personal Note:
it didn't do me any good. . . . .
What have I learned from my days on the fringe, disassociated from the mass of decent humanity until I came back to the fires of civilization?
"Push back, but don't hate"
Now listen. . . . . . you don't need to cleave someone's head "clear down their shoulders" like some sort of "cock-eyed patriot" but on the other hand, if you arm yourself with the knowledge of the possibility "for how dark it can get" and yet would prevent it from getting this way, then that would make you A TRUE WHITE HERO TO EVERYBODY, which is what this country needs.
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"You want a-nuther song? Well I ain't plain' one mutherfuckin' note until someone comes up here and puts sum money in my god-damned tip-jar! You know I only came here for one purpose. . . . . to take yor fuckin' cash! Why, I could make more profit puttin' out my meth-head neighbor's asshole and ringin' a bell, hollerin' 'Man for sale! Man for sale!'
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(Rheeee of Crickets)
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("I heard that, Missy!")
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