Neo Nazis

"Thus the White man has been left not only split and confused but frustrated and even ashamed of himself—ashamed of his mastery, ashamed of his empires, ashamed even of the very ancestors to whom he is supremely indebted for all that he is and for all that he has. He, the White man, sprung from one of the greatest warrior races of history, instead of leaping to assert himself, and to defend himself,and to press firmly for what he needs for his survival and for the realization of the greatness that is in him, sits in a corner, and hesitates, and mopes, and apologizes not only for being what he is but for what his ancestors were, and dutifully tries to put on the mincing manners of the one-worlder and the Christian pacifist, which his would-be subverters enjoin upon him."

"For the past decade I have been a resident of Northern Pend Oreille County. When I first arrived in Metaline Falls, I had only twenty-five dollars to my name, a desire to work hard and be left alone, and the dream of someday acquiring my own small farm."

"My knowledge of ancient European history started to awaken a wrongfully suppressed emotion buried deep within my soul, that of racial pride and consciousness. The stronger my love for my people grew, the deeper became my hatred for those who would destroy my race, my heritage, and darken the future of my children. By the time my son had arrived, I realized that White America, indeed my entire race, was headed for oblivion unless White men rose and turned the tide. The more I came to love my son the more I realized that unless things changed radically, by the time he was my age, he would be a stranger in his own land, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Aryan in a country populated mainly by Mexicans, Mulattoes, Blacks and Asians. His future was growing darker by the day."

"I am not going into hiding: rather I will press the FBI and let them know what it is like to become the hunted. Doing so it is only logical to assume that my days on this planet are rapidly drawing to a close. Even so, I have no fear. For the reality of my life is death, and the worst the enemy can do to me is shorten my tour of duty in this world. I will leave knowing that I have made the ultimate sacrifice to ensure the future of my children."

"By ones and by twos, by scores and by legions we will drive the enemy into the sea. Through our blood and God's will, the land promised to our fathers of old will become the land of our children to be."

"It is now a dark and dismal time in the history of our race. All about us lie the green graves of our sires, yet, in a land once ours, we have become a people dispossessed... By the millions, those not of our blood violate our borders and mock our claim to sovereignty. Yet our people only react with lethargy. A great sickness has overcome us. Why do our people do nothing? What madness is this? Has the cancer of racial masochism consumed our very will to exist?"

"Minorities write the law of the land. Minorities of aliens, multitudes of them, grow fat and rule, while the bulk of the people, many of them descendants of those who founded and built the country, who love it and would die for it, are turned into patient, befuddled suckers, who foot the bills to finance their own destruction."

"The sight of the ideal is like lightning flashes from the far horizon; once we have seen it, we can’t forget it. Thereafter we are just secretly waiting, hoping that that star may peep out from behind the clouds again, that seeing it, we may know it for the same star, and know it as our star, and fix our eyes upon it forever. Or again, it is like a maiden of rare beauty standing at the edge of the crowd who casts quick shy glances in our direction to see if there is any hope of our love. If once we really behold her, if once we look deep into her eyes, deep into what most deeply we are, then thereafter are we utterly damned, utterly lost to all ordinary ways of feeling, and thinking, and doing."

"All about us the land is dying. Our cities swarm with dusky hordes. The water is rancid and the air is rank. Our farms are being seized by usurious leeches and our people are being forced off the land. The Capitalists and the Communists pick gleefully at our bones while the vile hook-nosed masters of usury orchestrate our destruction. What is to become of our children in a land such as this? Yet still our people sleep!"

"Let me preface what I am about to say by declaring frankly that I am prepared to accept violence on the part of our people. The Jews' hold on our throat is not going to be relaxed until we break their grip. Hitler felt that he had to take to the streets. All normal approach to his people was barred. Today, we are confronted with much the same situation here. [...] If we are not to be destroyed, then we must fight. I am not naturally a man of violence, but there is one thing from the thought of which I shrink more than from violence or its consequences, and that is the thought that our people may not rise to throw off the death that is being clamped upon them."

"For these twenty years Bill Simpson has been trying to free himself from every kind of bondage to tradition, convention, property and social responsibility which hinders a man from fulfilling the demand of his own personality and following the gleam which, he believes, is the polar star of a perfectly honest soul."

"Many of our most capable people are spending their powers on trying to salvage human wreckage, on all sorts of life that can never come to anything, and not even on salvaging it, but only on preserving it, on merely keeping alive by artificial means that which ought to die, and which, if left to nature, would die."

"In these chapters Mr. Simpson sets forth in more detail the convictions that have possessed him, or, rather, that possess him now, with a backward glance now and then at those in which he formerly believed. In each of the stages by which he has come to his present convictions he seems to have been as sure as he is now that he had found the ultimate truth, only to have doubts creep in, and presently destroy the entire structure, so that he found himself once more searching for truth and, sooner or later, once more finding it. Mr. Simpson writes with simplicity and clarity of style, as far as mysticism can be clear and simple, but with a great deal of imaginative and emotional power. Doubtless he would be a deeply stirring, moving speaker. But as one reads his life and his book one wonders how it is possible for him still to believe so absolutely in his vision when it has played him false so many times, why he still thinks he can know the truth when so many times he has had to decide that what he had thought to be truth proved to be something else."

"Consider William Gayley Simpson's racist tract Which Way, Western Man? Simpson attacks liberal individualism on the grounds that it has promoted rootlessness and undermined ethnic community among whites. He attacks reason, morality, and universalism on the grounds that they deny appeals to affinities of blood and sentiment."

"The point is to reveal organized Jewry as a world power entrenched in every country of the White man’s world, operating freely across every nation’s frontiers, and engaged in a ruthless war for the destruction of them all. The point is to uncover the animus that must be expected to drive and to direct every lever of Jewish power, whether it be propaganda or, greatest of them all, its money system."

"But it can hardly be denied that the White man today is in a desperate plight. Catastrophe hangs over us."

"Today men are afraid to be different—to be so is the unforgivable sin. What I am looking for is the man with long legs able to step from mountain peak to mountain peak. Life is being ground down. Men are asked to stoop to the level of the crippled."

"Race consciousness, and discrimination on the basis of race, are absolutely essential to any race’s survival, and to any nation's survival—essential for the homogeneity, the solidarity, and the formidable strength without which no people can long survive. That is why the Jews ate so fiercely for it for themselves, because they mean not only to survive but to become master; and fiercely against it for us, because we are their intended victim, and they wish to emasculate us and to paralyze us to the point where we cannot thwart their determination to put us in chains. Unless we recover our race consciousness, and maintain it, and heighten it, and live by it, we shall die."

"In Metaline Falls, we have a saying. Defeat never, victory forever."

"It must never be forgotten that the primary test that every people must face is whether it is strong enough to survive. Its fate may well be decided by war, and the issue of a war may hinge simply on how many men it can mass on its side of the struggle. In this light, birth control is seen to be the knife by which civilized White man is cutting his own throat."

"Bill Simpson, as he has come to be known, is an American mystic who, whatever else may be said for or against him, has tried to follow the gleam of truth and inner conviction regardless of consequences. [...] Bill Simpson is not a social worker-nor a social reformer, at least not in any ordinary sense. He is a seeker of truth, and one who would fain follow whithersoever it may lead, no matter at what cost."

"As for me, I would rather shoulder axe (sic) & musket & march off into the savage wilderness to face unknown terrors, than to remain a part of an organization that is solely run by your personal whim and fancy. You say you are a leader, but you cannot make decisive decisions. You print that Matt Koehl is National Socialism, but refuse to reunify the entire movement, the reason is that you are the man who splintered it to start with. Your paranoic (sic) refusal to delegate authority has insured the Party's future to be that of a 3rd rate mail business, which is constantly on the brink of disaster. I CHARGE YOU WITH TREASON TO THE MOVEMENT."

"Matt Koehl is now, and always has been, a cultist who worships the past at the expense of the future. He can quote extensively from almost every German manual, but is completely lost when the time comes to put those words into action. If given an ironclad guarantee tomorrow for worldwide WHITE POWER, with the one stipulation being that the name of Adolf Hitler never be mentioned again, Matt Koehl would reject the offer."

"[Neo-Nazi skinheads are] homeless orphans, the pitiful product of alienation and anomie in a society which they correctly perceive as offering them nothing but hostility and hopelessness ... the crude rage of the disenfranchised. Their reaction is to strike out—here and now—to get it out of their systems, regardless of any possible consequences. But using their bald heads as battering rams, rather than instruments of higher thought, is hardly a recipe for success. Such immature behavior tends toward puerile yahooism, moronic spectacle and worse, and is therefore counterproductive to the efforts of any constructive cause."

"Ironically, Koehl's tenure saw both the high-water mark and the functional end of the National Socialist movement in America. Always minuscule, the ranks of the "organized" American National Socialist community attracted, in the immediate post-Rockwell period, a small but steady stream of the committed and the curious. Koehl thus appeared to outside observers to work on two concurrent tracks: a highly successful effort to anger and alienate the old guard while simultaneously leaving the new recruits with such a bad taste in their mouths that many left the movement, and others became lifelong enemies of the new Commander. It was by all accounts a singular performance. The roster of those harried from the National Socialist White People's Party reads like a virtual "Who's Who" of American National Socialism."

"Koehl's primary legacy, however, lies less in his contributions to American National Socialism than in his example of survival in the vortex of a movement famous for its tendency to devour its own."

"White people in America are not like those who participated in past European struggles. Americans tend to go against the "grain" on practically everything. We are not Europeans and won't respond as Europeans."

"No longer would we think in terms of obtaining political power. We would think, instead, of hurting the enemy through force and violence. We would build the armed struggle."

"NSLF believes that it is necessary to begin the development of an armed struggle immediately. Instead of trying to educate and organize people who don’t see it our way, we write them off as enemies and neutralizers of the National Socialist Revolution."

"Winning the hearts and minds of the people takes intense organizing activity and a willingness on the part of people to get involved and be organized. Both at this time do not exist. Since a mass movement cannot be "pulled off" in America because of the anti-mass movement nature of the American people (which stems from their ever-growing apathy), the only recourse for National Socialist Revolutionaries is to go underground and build their own armed struggle to wage war against the State. National Socialist activities have never produced one significant result in the U.S.A. Any mob resistance our people have been engaged in has always been a spontaneous eruption (like Boston) with the participation and agitation of no political party or National Socialist activist. They did it themselves without our help."

"In times of revolution, just wars, and wars of national liberation, we must love the angels of destruction and disorder as opposed to the devils of conservatism and law and order. To hell with all those who block the Revolution with rhetoric—revolutionary rhetoric or counter-revolutionary rhetoric! We will not make our most eloquent statements in courtrooms and at press conferences, but in the streets of Jew-Capitalist America! The choice of weapons belong to him who moves; and NSLF moves into the streets and we have made our choice of weapons and tactics. The weapon of criticism will never equal the criticism of weapons. NSLF prefers a paralyzed enemy to a well criticized one. Those who can’t stand the sight of blood, especialiy their own, should stay home and pray for those who come outside the master's rules to "move," to DO IT, and pray for victory and not an end to slaughter. Pray for us to succeed for if we do succeed, you will be safe. If we don't, then kiss the baby good-bye."

"Why after nearly nine years and the sacrifice of nearly 50,000 American lives is the United States still bogged down in Viet Nam? Why has the Viet Nam war become the longest conflict in American history? Why is a first rate military power like the United States unable to achieve victory over a tenth rate power like North Viet Nam. The answer lies in a policy of deliberate treason in the biggest places. NIXON reaffirmed this treason of policy on May 14, 1969 when he declared his regime had ruled out the possibility of a military victory over the Communist enemies in Viet Nam. Of course it's impossible to win a war as long as the Commander-ln-Chief is stabbing his own men in the back with such a policy. But then a political opportunist like NIXON would not want to appear so extreme as to demand a victory in Viet Nam. He would rather maintain his modern image and keep big business profits up at the same time by sacrificing the lives of thousands of young Americans in a never ending no win war."

"The White Man has lost! We are an occupied people in our own land who must now develop a totally different outlook on revolution."

"Harold is a bright, creative boy. But his intelligence should be channeled— before he does something destructive to society."

"Veteran National Socialist Harold Covington is perhaps the most talented writer and propagandist that American National Socialism has produced. Indeed, even the writings of the Commander himself, George Lincoln Rockwell, were but candles in the wind before the blast of Covington's purple prose. Had this talent not been put to such effective use in the ongoing internecine wars of the racial right wing, Covington may well have realized his life's ambition of taking up Rockwell's torch and uniting the many disparate American National Socialist groups under his leadership. This was not to be."

"I understood in a flash of comprehension who had placed the object there, and in one mind-expanding moment I understood what it all meant. There before me under my poised shoe was twenty-five years of my life. From 1971 until 1996 I served The Movement with my entire being, and there waiting for me to step forward was the cosmic commentary on my whole adult life. What I had been risking my life, my freedom and my future for was indeed the Movement—the Bowel Movement. I threw the filthy thing away, went and got my Sunday paper, washed and scrubbed my hands and arms to the elbows until they were almost scalded, sat down with a cup of coffee and marveled at my life. I knew then—and I know now—that if I stay with this, it will always be the Bowel Movement. There will be no change. It is NOT going to get better. Twenty-five years later, in the year 2021, when I am 68 years old, I will one day step out of my door and find turds placed on my doorstep by deranged, dysfunctional morons who claim to speak for the Aryan race. Probably from that same walking cockroach over there in Raleigh, if he's still alive in 2021. It is written in the stars. I am quite mad, of course. Only a madman would stay with it. But I can’t leave. Because the IDEA—the SPIRIT—the SOUL of National Socialism is a thing of such beauty, such intense power, such glory, that it is to me the very essence of life. That's how crazy I am, people. I am willing to accept the turds on the doorstep in order to continue even the most tenuous, faintest contact with that wonderful, unspeakably beautiful and life-giving ideal of Adolf Hitler."

"I wish INTERPOL was on our side; I wish we were being bought off by the police; we wouldn't be having all these money problems. I hear they pay pretty good."

"I for one, can’t give up even if I wanted to. The Jews are the most cruel, vindictive, and viscous [sic] people on the face of the earth. They never forgive and never forget, and even if I tried to flee they would hound me and harass me and never rest until they had destroyed me. But what is more, I don't want to give up. I refuse to accept this incredibly evil world as it is. I refuse to accept the destruction of my race and my civilization. I refuse to lie down and die like a slave."

"Does anybody really believe we can someday take over and put all the niggers on boats and send them back to Africa? Do you believe it? I don’t. The niggers simply will not go—even if we could take power legally, we would have to kill them all. Do you have any idea how many men it would take to track down and wipe out thirty million jungle bunnies, fifteen or so million spics, plus all the Jews, Filipinos, Haitians, boat people, etc.? Is there any realistic chance that we are going to assemble that type of following in our lifetime?"

"That said, Covington has always raised more ire than virtually anyone in the fissiparous world of American National Socialism. The explanation for this remarkable distinction is probably the fact that Harold Covington has a rare talent with a pen, which he wields like rapier. Even William Pierce did not have Covington's lethal facility with prose. No one on the receiving end of Covington’s bombastic wit emerged unscathed, and none would ever forgive the Nazi Bard."

"Why did I tolerate Braswell if he was such a loon? The answer is simple and tragic. I liked him. I knew he was crazy, but he was crazy in an engaging sort of way. Both Frank and Pat have a personal charm which tends to mask their character defects, and this charm has allowed them to pull the wool over many a White patriot's eyes for some time. In this way they have had the operational assistance of a number of enthusiastic proponents, including me. I am as much responsible as anyone else for the Braswells' inflated reputations in the Movement. I covered their flamboyant gunfights in NS publications, neglecting to mention that the assailants were not Israeli commandos or gin mad niggers but the irate relatives of Braswell's first wife and his daughter's jilted boyfriend. Many people, like me, found the image of "feudin', fightin', fussin' Nazi mountain folk" titillating, and so we built up a completely false image for these people as being the Hatfields in brown shirts when in fact they were dangerously unstable nut cases. A lot of people, not the least myself, were to pay dearly for that indulgence."

"Adolf Hitler is National Socialism, just as National Socialism is Adolf Hitler."

"I was born a racist, I never could see the sense of mixing of blacks and whites, It's highly indecent. I've always believed in the establishment of an all-white America. What we know is coming is race war. Race war is just around the corner in historical terms. We expect there will be a serious American defeat in Vietnam because of the administration's no-win policy."

"Today we have only the rudiments. We are laying a foundation. The elaboration of our doctrines and the development of those formal usages and structures, such as one normally associates with the older religions, will involve the work of generations and centuries. But what is time when one is talking seriously about religion? How long did the Christians have to wait for Constantine to deliver a decadent Roman Empire into their hands? How often over the millennia did Diaspora Jewry repeat the ancient formula, "Next year in Jerusalem?" If it be the will of heaven, we too can tarry a bit."

"We think it better to go into an area where a lot of people hate us and a lot will love us, rather than go where no one gives a shit."

"Joe was the nicest guy you'd ever want to meet. It's kind of like a case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."

"Whoever did it, it is of benefit only to the blacks and Jews of this country. It is a defeat for every white man. He was my commander. I think he'll go down in history as one of the greatest living Americans and one of the greatest white men of all time....I believe that despite what happened here, his death will inspire a victory for the white men of the country.... He wanted his work to go on."

"I'm dreaming of a white riot Just like the one we had March 4 When the creeps took a beating And things started leading To Armed Struggle Against the State We're leading now toward armed struggle With every cadre line we write May you learn to struggle and fight Or the blacks will off you 'Cuz you're white"

"Were he alive today, Joseph Tommasi may well be recognized as one of the three most important American National Socialists of the postwar era, in the company of George Lincoln Rockwell and William Pierce. Tommasi was only 24 when he died at the hands of Jerry Jones, a young and very frightened follower of the National Socialist White People's Party, in front of NSWPP headquarters in El Monte, California, in August 1975. Had he lived, there is a chance—albeit a small one—that the history of the National Socialist movement in America would have been different."

"We are the very same Movement which arose in 1919, which was crushed in 1945, which was resurrected under the inspired leadership of Lincoln Rockwell, and which has persisted in a continuous, unbroken line up to this day."