Countdown Has Begun
Your editorial in No. 115 expresses my feelings better than any national paper over here. It speaks to my heart. As an activist for many years, speaking with hundreds of people on the street, I found what you write to be true.
Last year, however, I began feeling something new. It is difficult to explain--and I have no concrete evidence, just my own conviction--but I feel that a countdown has begun. The insanity which rules here has passed its climax and is now drowning in its own filth.
Both of us will be surprised at how many people, who have so far not even given us a clue to their existence, are waiting for their chance. And just as it is not courage for a soldier to jump up and expose himself during a creeping barrage, nor cowardice for him to seek cover, we presently find very few willing to express their true opinions. But at a time we cannot foresee, when a certain constellation of factors and circumstances is reached, things will begin moving. It will be like an avalanche: when the first pillar is broken the whole house of cards will collapse.
Whatever "they" may have in power--the money, the media, the political puppets, the brainwashing machinery--will be in vain, for their house is built on a swamp. The laws of Nature will be stronger. And nobody knows this better than they themselves. Therefore, all of their hysterical reactions, all of their panic-stricken behavior (here today they sent to prison for two years someone whose "crime" was translating the Leuchter Report into German), everything which reveals their failure of nerve. They know what is happening!
Welcome to Hell
On a warm Saturday in June I found myself in the New York Botanical Gardens. I had previously visited the Gardens on a number of occasions and found them to be a peaceful, clean, civilized place: an oasis in the utter hellhole of the rest of the Bronx. The usual visitors of the Gardens are White people, along with a smattering of Jews and other Asiatics.
This Saturday, however, was "Bronx Day," which meant that special admission tickets had been given free to thousands of local Blacks and Browns. Large numbers of Negroes and Hispanics, adults and children, were running rampant through the Gardens, yelling and fighting. Everywhere a sign said, "Do Not Walk on the Grass," they were walking on the grass. Boom-box radios were blasting away. The presence of nearby garbage cans did not prevent garbage from being thrown on the ground. Your typical 300-pound Black women were waddling around in large numbers, surrounded by their broods of unruly children. Wild-eyed Hispanic parents, screaming in Spanish, were smacking their children for one reason or another. Groups of non-White teens sat near the entrances of trails, glowering menacingly, intimidating paying White visitors, and discouraging many of them from walking along the trails as planned.
Those of us that did enter the trails found ourselves in the midst of animal savagery: screaming, fighting, radio-blasting, rock-throwing "youths" running wildly through these wooded areas. And finally, the sight that topped off my day: in a clearing, near a heavily traveled path and in front of everyone, a Negro boy stood, pants down and penis out, a stream of urine flowing. Beside this young Negro stood a woman, presumably its mother, beaming with pride. The reaction of some elderly White women--disgust mixed with fear--was interesting to observe.
Any White person who lives in or around one of our major cities can tell you that the horrors of "Bronx Day" are a pale reflection of what goes on daily in the decaying hulks of what were once proud communities. I have lost count of all the times I have seen Blacks or Hispanics throw garbage in the street or on the sidewalk. Since they do this even when an empty garbage can is right beside them, it must seem like the right thing to do. Perhaps they feel they are "getting back at the White man" when they litter. This may be the same motivation for the graffiti. Public urination is another daily non-White event. Apparently whenever they have a full bladder they go, no matter where they are or who is around them. I've seen them urinate in train stations and in apartment building hallways. I've seen non-White females, children and adults, squat down in public places and let the urine flow.
One thing that living among these animals has done for me is immunize me against the egalitarian lie of racial equality. Unfortunately, it is not only the leftists who promote the lie of equality. Many conservatives, who are very critical of Black behavior, are quick to point out that they do not believe in a genetic basis for racial differences in intelligence or behavior. Instead they blame the pathologies of Black life on a bad "culture." All you have to do is change the culture, and all the muggers, drug dealers, and welfare brood sows will become rocket scientists and brain surgeons. Then we can all be happy together in our glorious "diversity."
Dr. Michael B.
I bought a copy of The Turner Diaries at a gun show, and I enjoyed reading it. The action is entertaining, but even more I like the protagonist's philosophical reflections.
For a long time I have thought of myself as a conservative, but as a Mormon I hesitated to consider fully where race fits into my world view. The philosophical parts of The Turner Diaries have helped me to do some serious thinking about a lot of issues I was keeping down at a gut level. I am looking forward to receiving National Vanguard and your catalog, because it's like a breath of fresh air to have the world described as it is instead of with the candy coating of the mainstream media.
I have a lot of ideas I would like to discuss, but I don't have any friends who are fully like-minded or whom I know I can trust. After I get a feel for your publication I might be interested in corresponding further. Meanwhile, thanks for publishing literature that is capable of helping people like me wake up before our civilization is totally trashed.
I listen to your weekly radio program from KXEL in Waterloo, Iowa. Thank you for bringing understanding to my generation, which is seeking the truth in a world of lies and confusion. The genuine patriotism in your work shines through.
From your program I have learned that we cannot take our freedom for granted, and that good government is not possible without the active involvement of the citizenry. I am not a radical, but just a decent, hardworking small businessman of 39 years from a modest neighborhood. I am alarmed at the decline of our nation. Your program is like a beacon of truth available hardly anywhere else. I intend to become a regular supporter and a disseminator of the truth.
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