Eighty years ago
tonight, the torchlight parades throughout Germany celebrated the beginning of
a new era for all of our Folk, a new era which still exists despite the
disaster of 1945. Because of the Revolution of 1933, we now have an example for
all time of the historical truth that nothing is immutable, nothing is
inevitable, nothing is engraved in stone forever.
I can think of little to say on
this date that has not been said before or will not sound childishly naive, but
nonetheless I will try to distill it all into a few sentences. There is hope, if we will but accept it.
fell. The New World Order will fall as well. What we are trying to do has already been done, once. It is not impossible. It is not beyond reach. It is do-able. We know
because Hitler did it. The German people did it.
We have farther, much farther
to go, and before we can achieve what the Führer achieved we must re-create and
re-invent and re-forge our very souls in the white-hot furnace of faith---but genetically, we are every bit as
strong and brave as those brown and black-clad Germanic heroes who trod the
cobblestones of the Fatherland eight decades ago tonight, beneath the
light of ten million torches.
People ask me often how I stand
the kind of treatment I get, how I can keep on going in the face of the madness
and the hatred and the revolting cowardly behavior of people with White skins, White faces, and the souls of rodents.
I can keep on going because those
torches from that January night so long ago in my grandfather's world burn in
my mind's eye and in my heart. I keep on going because I know that what we see
from so-called White people today is an aberration, a corruption, the
ultimate expression of Judaic cancer
gnawing away at the soul before death.
I keep on going because I know
that those who hire lawyers and defile doorsteps and scratch mailboxes and scream like lunatics on the internet are not
the true representatives of my Folk---those men who marched with the
torches underneath the January stars of Germany on that night are. It is
they who fill my thoughts and my spirit, not these other critters.
Sometimes we are so depressed
and demoralized and angered and revolted by what we see today from so-called White people that we forget---all of this GUBU and Space Madness is a very modern
phenomenon, less than fifty years old, really. For thousands of years before that, our males were
men and our females were women, not consumer organisms or politically correct
duckspeakers. For all their assault on everything good and decent, you
can't sweep away millennia of culture and history and folkways in one or two
Despite it all, I sense a great
awakening coming. This is where I have a lot of trouble---conveying to
all of you my overwhelming sense of optimism about all this. If I were
not convinced, utterly and completely, that history is on our side and that our
Folk will survive and conquer, I certainly wouldn't waste my life sitting here
beating a dead horse. I'd be an American about it; I would run away and try to grab something for me with the rest of my life.
I'm still here. This should
tell you something.
It's going to happen for us,
people. It may not happen like we want it to happen. It won't happen like it
happened in Germany.
It took me a long time to understand and accept that myself---my longing to see
the long brown columns marching beneath the torchlight is every bit as urgent
and deep and anguished as yours. But it will happen as the inscrutable forces
of history dictate, in ways which are appropriate and natural to our time and
We, too, will have our January 30th
someday, in our own independent Northwest American Republic. Stay strong, don't fall by the wayside---be there with me when that
glorious day comes!
Harold A. Covington