Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Radio Free Northwest - July 31st, 2014

This week we kick off with another Who Guards The Guardians? on the FBI Crime Lab scandals; Gretchen reviews Yockey’s Imperium,  and then HAC plays Dueling Codgers with Mike Harris and talks about suicide.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

The Northwest Front And Class (Podcast)

Apparently it's time for a refresher course on this one.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Fairly Typical Migrant Letter

[This is actually pretty typical of the kind of contacts we regularly receive, both good and bad. On the good side, note the obvious intelligence and personal success in life. We are not attracting a bunch of shaven-headed, tattooed drunks and petty criminals, that’s for sure. On the downside, note the age and the “three-to-five years” bit. There is many a slip ‘twixt the cup and the lip in a time frame like that, and we may no longer have three to five years. Because they waited, James and his family may end up fleeing from Texas to the Northwest with nothing but the clothes on their backs like the Horakova family in Freedom’s Sons. – HAC]

Dear Mr. Covington,

This message is overdue. I’ve been listening to Radio Free Northwest for about a year now. I discovered it doing an internet search on the Rebel Yell. Since that time, I’ve not only eagerly awaited each week’s new podcast but I’ve combed through the archived section listening to the older broadcasts as well.

I’m one of those old cats you have a talent for snaring when it’s the young bucks you’re angling for. I will not bore you with my story except to say that I’m a flabby 53-year old who has gradually worked his way toward racial consciousness. One of the benefits/curses of age is that you’ve seen the changes – lived through them – and it gives you a sense of perspective that is difficult to convey to young folks. That’s basically my job description because I’m an adjunct instructor of American history at one of our local community colleges (remember when they were ‘junior colleges?’). That’s not a prestigious job. We adjuncts are little more than rented intellectual mules, dumped in a great pool of other adjuncts who are paid very little and limited to teaching two courses a semester so that the college doesn’t have to fork over benefits. I can actually thank Obamacare for my employment, meager as it is.

After steadily listening to you I’ve decided to leave Texas and come to the Pacific Northwest. My wife and I have worked out a financial plan that should get us there in three to five years. The plan involves wrapping up some extended family issues here before setting off for what looks to be our last great adventure. Our 24-year old son will likely come with us. I’ve never lived outside of Texas and never wanted to. I don’t need to tell you how Texans are about Texas. The bones of our people – my wife’s and mine -- are here. We still have kin around, some of them elderly, and leaving feels like retreating and abandoning. But neither of us can stomach the alien faces that surround us or listen much longer to the Babel of tongues that assault our ears. Seeing women wearing garb that are traditional in the East calmly shopping in the grocery store near our house or strolling through our neighborhood sickens the both of us.

The problem is my wife is not interested in joining any political group. Our son is resistant to racial politics and does not share my outlook. But I will not relent because someday both of them will come around. If I have to carry them through the eye of a needle to get there, I’ll do it. We are a suspicious and skeptical trio because we live in a country that breeds such attitudes.

I don’t know how I can help you but I’d like to find a way. I’m planning to learn how to make MP3 recordings to share with you soon. Please tell Gretchen that there are those of us who really enjoy her book reviews. She’s alerted me to some interesting writers that I was not aware of.

Best wishes,



Sunday, July 27, 2014

Letter From Bill White 7-21-2014

[Bill's handwriting is now tiny and extremely difficult to read, but it's clear they're not breaking him, at least not so far. They may yet have to go with the drugs. - HAC]

July 21, 2014
42 days to trial

Hello, Harold:

Another long, miserable day. I would have gone to trial today, but I made the mistake of granting a 42-day waiver of speedy trial time, not knowing what would come. So still I sit in this sewer. Literally.

The Wall Street Journal has a column this week on what people do when left to sit alone in a room. One out of three people voluntarily administer electro-shocks to themselves when left in a room with and electro-shock machine, to stave off boredom. Most of the negroes here sleep or bang on things while chanting rhythmically. Some people read, when they are allowed anything to read. Schopenhauer wrote a long essay on the tendency of stupid men to bang on things when left alone, because they hate their own thoughts.

When I am left alone, I study and write. When I can't work on my book, which I can't at present because the jail will not allow me to receive the manuscripts from you, I write computer code. LOL. I have invented things in prison. My bitch-wife destroyed my inventions of 2008-2011. As soon as they were mailed to her, she dumped them in the trash. Life's partner, n'est-ce pas? In 2012 I wrote Willis Carto a website to sell books. No one at TBR or AFP knows how to build it. LOL. 

The last two weeks, I've been inventing a Dark Ages simulator, which is ironic in that the one thing I am no longer allowed is darkness. I spent yesterday and today writing a pathfinder algorithm. I may spend the week tweaking it. Then they'll toss my cell and it will disappear forever into some FBI property room, lest I use it to send secret messages to my "followers."

Take a grid of squares. Say you need 100 things, and they are spread across the map in little piles. How do you determine the quickest path to your 100 things? It's a much more complicated question, particularly when it must be answered logically, than you might think. Even without obstacles and other considerations, I've spent days writing code for it.

And, when one sits alone, one tends to daydream. So I thought I would share with your readers a moment from my childhood. As some may know, I grew up in a heavily Jewish neighborhood north of Washington, D.C. called Horizon Hills. 

We were one of three non-Jewish families in the $100+ home development, and we were the second to be run out for not being Jewish. I went to Ritchie Park Elementary school where, in the third grade, I was taught by this nutty Jewish bitch named Ms. Kovel. Now, at the time, I understood nothing of what I now convey to you--the cynicism is all in retrospect.

I recall that we had to color comic strips about Martin Luther King. I vividly recall one frame of how King languished in an Alabama jail. In the comic strip, he had a window and an actual bed, which I do not have now. He also did much less time, a measly eight months, although he was a much worse person. Anyway, this image came to mind, causing me to recall an Asian kid, Ben Something, Japanese, a turd if I recall, who was coloring the comic strip. Ms. Kovel thought coloring was not sufficiently respectful of King, and she physically grabbed the boy--which is why I remember the incident--shook him and gave him detention.

This also led me to recall how I asked, with the innocence of an 8-year-old, why White people didn't have a history month. Kovel sent me to ask a negro teacher. I did. The negro, not surprisingly, failed to give me any kind of a coherent answer because there is none. Kovel became enraged. She sent me to sit in the negro teacher's sixth grade classroom. As you can imagine, this made an impression on me. I certainly was not a "racist" eight-year-old. 

In fact, I was living in a Jewish neighborhood attending a multi-racial majority Jewish school precisely because my parents--love them as I do--were and are race deniers who refuse to see the differences between Whites and blacks and between Whites and Jews. I spent my childhood in a toxic environment designed specifically to prevent me from turning out the way I did. For whatever reason, it didn't take.

Now, I live in a building very much like a school, policed by mestizo, negro, and White trash henchmen of the dictatorship behind the likes of Kovel, because 210 million White people in this country refuse to put a stop to the evil that multi-culturalism and Zionism represent. 

Funny how things change, but over the decades one finds oneself in the same situations. And nothing ever will change as long as White people remain so afraid of finding themselves in my present situation that they will not destroy the possibility of that situation occurring.

I see the army of Gog and Magog is having trouble in securing the high places of Israel today--even if those high places are Gaza city skyscrapers and not mountains. 13 "elite" Jews killed--18 overall, with 52 wounded. 108 Hamas guerrillas killed, with 319 civilians. Funny how these "elite" military units never seem to function or operate as advertised, particularly when they are comprised of Hebrews. Most people don't know this, but military special forces always take the highest casualties in modern wars, precisely because they are not supermen. They are normal men who have had fear traumatized out of them to become killing machines, and who are sent in the longest-shot missions because they are no longer wise enough to say no. This is why I harrumph at military-wannabe masturbators like Glenn Beck.

I also read in the Wall Street Journal today that the Zionists are developing your laser-based air defense weapons; the U.S. will have them in five years. Probably better than stealing a [illegible.]

Really, what is happening in Donetsk--what has happened in Syria and Iraq--proves an important point. Militias armed primarily with light weapons can withstand and deny territory to technologically superior enemies with air power, for extended periods of time. This is an important point.

Be well, Harold.


William A. White #201400005514
John Polk Correctional Center
211 Bush Boulevard
Sanford, FL 32773

Friday, July 25, 2014

Diversity At Disney

[An oldie but goodie floated in the other day.]

Disney's new film called Jet Black, the African-American version of Snow White, has been put on hold.

All of the 7 dwarfs: Dealer, Stealer, Mugger, Forger, Drive-By, Pimp, and Shank, have refused to sing "Hi Ho" because they say it offends black prostitutes.

They also say they have no intention of singing "It's off to work we go".

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Radio Free Northwest - July 24th, 2014

HAC on the Brownie invasion and downing of Malaysian airliner; Gretchen review Yockey biography; guest speaker Sir Oswald Mosley; HAC on FBI lesbo scandal.

Bill's "Up" Again In This One

[There seems to be some improvement in outgoing mail from Bill White. They just don't let him receive anything. - HAC]

July 14th, 2014
50 days to trial

Hello, Harold:

Very good news today. The Assistant U.S. Attorney on my case has been yanked off it, kicking and screaming. This is very unusual and a very good sign. As I have mentioned, the dictatorship has had two major problems in prosecuting me since day one:

1) There is no evidence against me; and

2) Someone else has already confessed.

The indictment against me seems to have been obtained by more than usually egregious prosecutorial misconduct (they refuse to release or disclose the grand jury transcripts to my attorney) and I don't know why the hell I'm down here. The strategy seems to have been to bring me here, torture me, and plant jailhouse snitiches on me to get me to "confess", etc. Since I have gone catatonic under stress and been moved to an isolator, that plan is now an epic fail.

So the dictatorship has removed my prosecutor and installed a new, more experienced individual to determine whether the case can be salvaged. It can't. My guess is that some or all of the charges against me will be dropped, probably about a week before the trial, the point where they're going to have to ease up on me a bit here in order to prepare me to be taken out in public, like they did with George Zimmerman. We'll see. If not, I'm coasting to an acquittal. I just have to keep not speaking to people, which is easy now that I have trouble speaking at all and I am violently ill all day.

My civil rights suit against the jail is apparently going to be certified, although I'm going to be ordered to make one more revision. Under the Prison Litigation Reform Act, which was designed to choke off inmates' access to the court system by making us run a legal gauntlet to the point where just about anything short of electrodes on the balls won't be deemed sufficient cause, a court has to find my claims meritorious on the face for a suit to proceed. 

I have not yet seen the order, but I am told the court accepted the substance of my claim--one, that I shall be allowed to argue for several injuries against the jail, and two, that I shall be allowed to argue that my weight loss, beard loss, headaches, lack of sleep, and so forth constitute physical injuries entitling me to damages, including for emotional distress. It's a small thing, but it's a start.

[Remainder of letter redacted as possibly ill-advised for publication, on my call. - HAC]

William A. White #201400005514
John Polk Correctional Center
211 Bush Boulevard
Sanford, FL 32773

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Another Letter From Bill Wanders In

[I guess the FBI guy or gal either forgot to stick this into the stack to be finally forwarded to me, or else they kept it back in order to run it through the mass spectrometer looking for racist cooties or secret Da Vinci Code-type messages to Bill's mysterious "followers." The letter either was not dated, or else it was cut away by someone; the top margin is suspiciously irregular and very narrow. - HAC]

Hello, Harold:

I received a notice today that I have been prohibited from receiving six packets of unidentified "papers" you attempted to send me and a second "bag of books." This after spending three days after fighting to find out what the items are. 

The jail has been erratically denying me my mail for many weeks now, although every now and then they will either loosen up or someone makes a mistake and they deliver a letter anyway. I have no idea if any of my outgoing letters are being received. Thank you for trying and for not giving up on me, Harold.

Their latest claim is that they have the right to deny me newspapers due to my "disciplinary" status, my "disciplinary" infraction being to file a complaint about the torture and abuse they are inflicting upon me. I have been informed that "the floggings will continue until morale improves." (Joke. They don't actually hit me, at least not so far, although they do everything but that.)

Before, they would not deliver the mail and then claim not to have it, not to know what I was talking about, claim they delivered it all, etc. Now they just tell me outright I can't have it because they say not. Less hypocrisy in that, which I suppose is an improvement of sorts. I expect that my civil suit against the jail will be certified under the PLRA soon and when that is done, I will add the complaints about mail theft to it.

I'm doing poorly. Sleep is almost impossible under these glaring lights, and I am only able to sleep in snatches. My head aches from the lights and I think dehydration as well. The food, what there is of it, is full of strange evil tastes and has probably been spat on or urinated on, although so far I have seen no signs of drugging. 

I was told that someone from my lawyer's office would come on Monday but either they didn't show or they were denied entrance by the jail because the deputies accuse them of allowing me to nap in the interview room. My beard has gone mangy due to some kind of skin condition I've developed, almost certainly due to not being allowed to bathe. 

Evidence of my innocence and the guilt of others in these "crimes" [politically incorrect Facebook posts. - HAC]  is growing. The actual perpetrators have boasted about it and about their relationship to the FBI to anyone who will listen. There are serious questions, and not just from me and my attorney, as to whether the FBI and the United States Attorney's office were complicit in committing these "crimes." My treatment in jail may be an answer to that question. They have to get someone to plead guilty to this.

[Rest of letter and signature cut away]

Monday, July 21, 2014

HAC Says: "Grow Stronger"

Long speech by moi:

Sunday, July 20, 2014

We Do Have An Internet Forum, You Know

For those of you who are irresistibly drawn to places like Stormfront and VNN, we do have an internet forum in the Northwest Front. Of course, it's moderated for sanity and civility, so I doubt most of the habitues of those VBulletin forums would be interested.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Two Letters From Bill White

[July 17th - This is the last letter I got from Bill, so now he has been incommunicado for another two weeks, and God knows what has happened to him in that time. So far as I am aware, no one in the outside world has been allowed any contact with him for over a month except for those four letters I mentioned receiving all in one stack last week. I have redacted some of this text because Bill names specific names, and in light of the legal precedent set by his own trial, where a Jewish judge ruled that all you folks reading this blog are "an inherently criminal and violent audience," the mere naming of a name constitutes a threat of some kind. - HAC]

July 4th, 2014

Hello, Harold:

I have now been banned from reading newspapers, so no more American Free Press or First Freedom and no more news commentaries for AFP, although I thank you for your attempts to send them to me. Yes, the law does prohibit the jail from denying me newspapers, but who will enforce the law? That's the big question, isn't it? Not what is the law, but who has the courage to enforce it?

My conditions here are poor and my health continues to decline. The bright lights are affecting my eyesight now and making it difficult to write. After I started eating again my lawyer's staff promised to visit me regularly to monitor my condition, but they have not followed through, so no news. My trial is still scheduled for September 2nd, so far as I know, unless they've put it off again without informing me. I have no idea what kind of shape I will be in when trial date finally comes. 

An amusing character sketch for you. Across the hall from me is a [negro] I call Flibberty Jibbet. Every moment it is awake, it babbles nonsense at about a hundred miles a minute--"flibberty jibbety hippity hib hib dibble dabble babble babble babble." This goes on for about 18 hours per day at all times of the day and night. When it slows down enough that its words are intelligible, it is generally saying "bitchassho bitchasscrackuh" and conducting fantasies wherein it is beating women, selling drugs, extorting people, or otherwise being vile. Despite the utter worthlessness of its life democracy preserves it, lacking the courage to either medicate it and treat it, or else put it down.

I have seen negroes like this before, but never this severe. The negro is oriented toward place and time. When spoken to, it responds intelligibly about 50% of the time. It is suffering from an extreme form of bipolar disorder, is constantly manic, and could be restored to the normal vile state of a low-IQ street negro, with medication. But there is the question of, if medicated, could society make any use of it? Democracy certainly wouldn't demand that this negro work. Perhaps it could serve a purpose by voting for Obama. Or it could be given a uniform and employed at the John Polk Correctional Center.

Anyway, Harold, I can only hope that tomorrow will bring some news. It's been 47 days in this torture cell now, the promises I received on ending my hunger strike have been ignored, and I have no idea what they really intend to do to me.

Be well, Harold.


[July 18th - Got this one today. Apparently he is now allowed to receive a handful of the several hundred items of mail he receives every month so long as they are hand-written and innocuous in content by their definition.]

July 11th, 2014 

Hello, Harold, 

Lots has been happening, some good, some bad. I learned today that either someone here at the jail or someone in the FBI stole the civil rights complaint form that I tried to mail to the court. One of the ironies of bringing such a complaint is that I have to give it to the jail--the defendants--to mail. The jail is opening and intercepting all of my legal mail and passing it on to the FBI, in violation of lawyer-client confidentiality, but so what if no one is going to do anything or enforce the law? One of them took it upon themselves to destroy my petition for redress to the court. LOL.

My attorney says the judge in this case is some kind of tough nut and will not tolerate this kind of behavior from the dictator's servants. He had me execute a notice today in front of him, and he hand-carried the papers out of the jail and will be filing it with the court. [Would anyone care to wager that once he does this, this lawyer is henceforth denied access to his client or else searched when he leaves the jail? - HAC]

From now on I am going to have to execute all of my legal papers in the presence of my attorney or a staff member and have them hand-carried out of the jail so they are not stolen. I suspect the next step will be to restrict or deny my attorney visits. The jail doesn't like such visits anyway because they have to take me out of my torture cell into a room with normal lighting and sans open sewer, and they are afraid my attorney might let me take a nap there.

I have received one letter from you dated July 6th, plus the one package of books they allowed through.Since my arrival I have sent you letters on May 18, May 20, May 26, June 5, June 6, June 10, June 12, June 14, June 15, June 24, June 29, June 30, July 3, July 8, and today.  [I have received slightly fewer than half of these. The July 6th letter I wrote to Bill was a brief handwritten note of two lines stating that I was receiving no mail from him. - HAC] I am bringing additional legal action and asking the United States Postal Inspectors to investigate. What you should do is maintain a log of all mail sent and its disposition. I will acknowledge in writing any mail received. You may want to consider tracking (certifying) all mail.

Basically, this jail is a jungle. Every deputy makes his own rules, with apparently no supervision at all. The supervisors spend most of their time covering up for the law-breaking on the part of the staff. For whatever reason, they seem to think they can derail my legal proceedings with this behavior, probably because they have so frequently done so to others. I understand from others here that the same thing was done to George Zimmerman to try and coerce him into a guilty plea, but he didn't break.

My plan has been to petition the court to appoint counsel for me but if there are any White attorneys out there who would be willing to sue the Seminole County jail for me, my current court-appointed counsel advises me that I have a case, and I would like to speak to anyone who can help. My main problem now is simply communicating with the courts.

Otherwise, I am simply sitting here under the incandescent lights and losing weight. [700 calories a day, or the "American Buchenwald Diet", will sure shed those pounds! - HAC]

I found out this week that the jail petitioned the United States Marshals' Service not to move me. Why doesn't make much sense. [In my view this is proof positive of the complicity of the United States Attorney in Orlando in the torture of a federal prisoner in order to coerce a guilty plea to a crime he did not commit--but like Bill says, so what? The law is irrelevant if no one is going to enforce it and the dictator's servants enjoy complete lack of accountability for anything they do. - HAC]

My case is still on track for acquittal. Thank you for your help and all that you do. Tell people out there that all their support is appreciated even if I can't receive their letters, and they should keep on writing and keep on complaining directly to the Seminole County Sheriff about my mistreatment here.

I hope that you are well.


* * *

You may recall that the United States Attorney in Orlando is constructing the narrative of the Facebook case on a Fox News television show called The Following, wherein Bill White is a mysterious and evil cult guru who has a huge secret army of "followers" hiding out in the world ready to swoop down at any moment and do his wicked and violent bidding. This was the excuse used to anonymize the jury in the Roanoke trial and frighten them out of their wits before the trial even began.

You must all understand that if you dare to stand up and protest against Bill White's torture and abuse by the dictator's servants, you will go on an FBI list as a "follower" of this ebil and howwible Svengali-like guru. Your phone will be tapped, your already routinely NSA-intercepted e-mail will be audited, and you may get visitors at your door doing Jack Bauer impressions.

Yet I ask you to do just that. I ask you help this man Bill White even though it is personally dangerous to you, because it is right, and doing what is right is more important than your personal welfare. Or at least it should be, if you are any fraction of the men and women your great-grandparents were. I am asking you to accept something that was never questioned in their time: that evil must be resisted in the earth by men. 

Please continue to complain and annoy the authorities at the Seminole County Jail and in the sheriff's department until they stop torturing a helpless middle-aged man, no matter what that suit in the federal building tells them to do. 

William A. White #201400005514
John Polk Correctional Center
211 Bush Boulevard
Sanford, Florida 32773

Friday, July 18, 2014

Can You Say Lusitania? Sure You Can!

Looks like there were 23 American citizens, although not necessarily Americans, on that Malaysian jet liner that was shot down over Ukraine by whoever. We may have our Lusitania incident here. Great distraction from all the Democrat immigration and IRS and Benghazi scandals, eh?

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Radio Free Northwest - July 17th, 2014

HAC on the storming of the Bastille and another episode of Qui Custode Ipsos Custodes (Who Guards The Guardians?); Dry Ice Washington on de Nigga Experience; the Trucker talks careers; Andy Donner on The Solution.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

"Why, Sometimes I've Believed Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast"

[This came in off the net without attribution. Probably the work of some anonymous office or intellectual worker who would befoul his fruit-of-the-looms if there was any chance his real identity would be revealed and his precious job and access to worldly goods threatened, but that seems to be what we have to make do with these days, and this isn't half bad. - HAC]

You know the quote, right?

Through the Looking Glass.

The White Queen.

In BRA, we don't even qualify as Alice...

Doesn't it just sum up our age, under the auspices of Black-Run America (BRA), where an entire religion has been created out of the deification of the black man (with apologies to the second and third part of this unholy trinity, outright and eternally in-your-face homosexuals and illegal immigrants).

While waiting for a flight recently, I had the displeasure of conversing with a purportedly white woman who once called a Midwestern state home; her visceral hatred of this locale was only usurped by the ludicrous jubilation she recounted for her new, adopted home (city redacted).

It was hip, diverse, and everything a 21st century "white" woman would desire, as long as it was anything except the lily-white refuse dump she grew up in and found an undesirable reminder of a normal existence she rejected.

On a lighter note, it is said humans pick out dogs that, at an unconscious level, look like them: it should be noted this woman had a bulldog with her as a companion, which proceeded to pass unimaginably putrid gas every other minute or so.

Sitting there, listening to this individual pontificate about the joys of being an urban pioneer and abandoning the home life she had come to despise with every lasting fiber, she said something about the noticeable drop in crime (correlating to the increase of whites in the same real estate once occupied by blacks where crime was an every day reality) causing me to instantly put down my beer.

"Oh," I replied curiously, "You mean individual acts of criminality aggregated together are so miniscule now, businesses have opened where once boarded up buildings were the norm?"

She thought about it for a second (while her dog passed gas again), and said, "I guess."

Taking an enjoyable sip of the beer, I inquired, "Funny, because once individual acts of criminality aggregated together to confirm a reality you choose to ignore, which formed the primary reason for the property you've terraformed into something livable was once a ghetto... a slum."

She looked at me for about five seconds, an unsettling scowl appearing on her already unsettling face.

Before she could say anything, I flipped a $10 bill to pay for my tab in the direction of the bartender, grabbed my bag and started to walk toward my gate, before turning around and saying, "Blacks."

I think it startled her, and I'll forever have a mental picture of her body language as I continued: "It's individual blacks engaging in acts of criminality, aggregated together to confirm a reality you will always choose to ignore."

Turning around to make my way to the gate, I stopped briefly, looked back at her and mockingly stated, "Probably the same reason you hate the town you grew up, because it lacked a black population you know admire from afar. Right?"

As I walked away, not even the unpleasant smell of her dog could wipe the smile of my face.

In closing, I believe there's no point in engaging with Disingenuous White Liberals (DWLs) anymore than I believe there's hope in convincing someone who believes the movie America: Imagine a World Without Her will inspire a radical change in the direction this "nation" is headed they might be wrong...

Thus of us who can see are living in a country so completely insane, it wouldn't be imprudent to suggest completely divorcing oneself from caring about politics is the smartest manner in which to retain some sense of sanity.

Just as it's not prudent to advise people to believe they can change the minds of either a DWL or a conservative from believing whatever ideas help buttress their own world-view: they've already decided to, like the White Queen, "believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

But the most impossible thing both have been groups have been able to convince themselves of (before breakfast, lunch and even after dinner) is this: that race doesn't matter.

What are some other impossible things conservatives and DWLs have been able to convince themselves to believe?

Audience participation time.


Monday, July 14, 2014

They're Coming

Hi Harold, 

This is a long overdue email but I had to make sure that the NF is the right movement for me. I currently live in New Mexico, but I have lived in Detroit, Tampa, mid-Atlantic states, and Houston.

I know you are busy, so I'll make this short. I am a former graduate student in sociology and former Communist. I started to go that direction because I was awake and knew that this current system was garbage. Luckily, I was able to keep learning and in the end I found Mein Kampf; which truly changed my life. 

I have been following the NF for about 6-7 months now but I have been racially awake for years. I think I have a lot to offer the movement in several different ways. The NF is my last hope to stay in North America. If people are not willing to put in effort, I will be off to Europe where the nationalist fever is spreading like wildfire. I refuse to waste my life away and do nothing for the cause. I hope to be in the Northwest within two years.

That being said, I want to give a little something now. What I can do now is contribute to the intellectual scene on the website or via my audio blog. If you like, please check out a few of my audio blogs and let me know if they would be good to post on the NF forum or even have a small section on RFN.

My specialty and real purpose of the audio blog was to give insight into Mein Kampf for people either unwilling to read all 500+ pages or unable to read it at this time. I have some other audio topics on there that may also be useful or interesting to others in the movement.

Being a former insider commie who dreamed of implementing the Cloward-Piven theory (my professors were working towards implementing it via local policy), I have some first hand experience to offer, just like you have the invaluable experience of living and participating in Rhodesia, Ireland, and England. I also did an audio on the NF if you want to check that out too. I may need some corrections.


Sunday, July 13, 2014

Greville Janner Beats Buggery Rap Again

Recently the Brits have been conducting a kind of witch hunt against elderly White men. 

(En passant, what in God's name is this obsession democracy seems to have about hunting down and torturing old men for real or imagined crimes decades after they occurred? After no one remembers anything about it, and whatever the crimes were, they are now beyond proof? We see it all over the Western world.)

Like most witch hunts, this one is marked by an excess of shouting and posturing and a paucity of fact. There doesn't seem to be any evidence against these elderly celebrities except for the testimony of "victims" 30 and 40 years after the fact.

God knows I am the last to be soft on faggots, but burying elderly men alive solely on the more or less unsubstantiated word of some attention-seeking git pointing a finger in order to get his 15 minutes and maybe a book deal about how Jimmy Savile popped him in the can in 1982 is contemptible.

Anyway, notorious shirt-lifter Jew Greville Janner has escaped again.  This is the same court system that recently locked up 84-year-old singer Rolf Harris on 30-year-old paedophilia charges. Harris has dementia as well, and reports from the prison say that he doesn't seem to know where he is or why, but he's not Jewish, so he is going to die there.

The law in Britain is simple: gentiles go to prison, wealthy and influential Zionist Jews walk away with a doctor's note.

This is from Comrade Paul in Airstrip One:

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So it would appear that "Lord" Janner of Braunston just walks away from it all. Again. There are about 10 levels of justice, or rather injustice in this country.

Perhaps he will make a miraculous recovery like Ernest Saunders [who had a Jewish father] in the Guinness Share Fraud [see Wikipedia]. 

“He was initially jailed for 5 years for false accounting, conspiracy, and theft and this was halved on appeal. After medical evidence was produced to suggest he was suffering from a mental illness. Saunders was suggested by doctors at Ford Open Prison possibly to be suffering from premature Alzheimer's disease....He made a recovery unique in medical history. Alzheimer's, like all dementias, is usually incurable, being a progressive degenerative disease of the brain. Saunders has since maintained that he must have been depressed. The press presented it as Saunders being deceptive and ridiculed him and the decision to release him.” 

Former judge Butler Schloss is so ancient that she would be hard pushed to get a job as a lollipop lady, however "competent" she may be. She is a safe pair of hands to wrap this scandal up. 

The article on the following link alleges her husband was a paedophile.

"....another of our great judiciary, His Honour Joseph Butler-Sloss admits "using"  prostitutes in England and in Kenya. What even the News of the World did not print was that  he did not care how old they were and many were child prostitutes  Butler-Sloss said  "It's not at all expensive. You pay 300 Kenyan shillings (£10)...”

Friday, July 11, 2014

Letters From Bill

I have received four letters from Bill White in one single day, all postmarked July 7th. They are dated June 10th, June 17th, July 3rd, and July 6th. Clearly they were simply hidden away in some FBI agent's in-basket until he or she deigned to go ahead and get them photocopied before being nice enough to drop them in the mail to their addressee, one month late. This is illegal, of course, but the FBI is above the law.

I have not yet sat down and seriously studied these letters yet, but from his cryptic comments in the last two it seems clear that the abuse and the torture is continuing. Bill mentions that the bright lights are back and that the jail's promise to move him out of the torture cell after his hunger strike has been completely ignored. 

His lawyers have more or less stopped coming by, or at least that's the implication in his last letter. I can't tell; he seems to be writing in some kind of code, trying to let me know things in ways that will pass the censors. I have no idea how many of his letters to me have simply been thrown in the wastebasket by the FBI or some thug at the jail.

The 24-hours lights are giving him blinding headaches, disorienting him, and nauseating him, making it impossible to keep food down so it's almost like he's back on hunger strike, although on 700 calories a day "disciplinary diet", what's the difference? He seems somewhat proud of the fact that he is now down below 200 pounds for the first time almost in his adult life. The smell of the sewage drain and mold in his cell keeps him awake when the lights don't. 

He still has not been allowed to shave or have clean water to wash in--there is no hot water in the tap in his cell and the cold water seems to be some kind of brine or sewage--and so he now has almost two months' growth of beard which he describes as "mangy", possibly due to his general state of malnutrition. The combination of heat and not being allowed to shower is apparently making the bodily smell in his cell even more sickening than the sewage. 

The object there is so that when he finally is allowed into a courtroom for a trial of some kind, he will appear to the jury to be dirty, disheveled, smelly, with a wild look in his eyes as if he had been caged like an animal for four months or something, and probably ranting incoherently about people persecuting him. An obvious nut job, guilty as hell. Take him away. Next case.

Bill doesn't mention what he is drinking; another source tells me the inmates there get one or two little 8-ounce bottles of water per day and can buy more from the commissary, but Bill has no commissary privileges due to his "disciplinary" status (i.e. he is being "disciplined" for sueing the jail for torturing him, to which they have responded with more torture. Amurrica the Beautiful.) 

This one passage is hard to interpret--I swear I think he's trying to tell me something, possibly that he is also being tortured with sleep deprivation by being placed on "suicide watch" and awakened every 15 minutes by a guard banging on his bars bellowing "Prisoner White! Wake up! Let me know you're not dead!" Then they won't let you lie down on your bunk during the day. (That was the Stalinist version, anyway.)

He is apparently receiving no incoming mail at all. He does state that he was notified that six letters of mine and a package of paperback books from me (which the Seminole County jail's openly stated policy allows) were returned on the grounds that "Northwest Publishing Agency is not the publisher," which since they were my own novels, it most certainly is. But then facts are irrelevant to Amurrica.

Try sending registered letters to him at the jail and see what response you get. One comrade I know did this both for Bill White and Edgar Steele. He never got his signed receipt and when he put tracers on the letters, they disappeared as well, although he may yet get a response of some kind from the post office on the one he sent to Bill White since it was only last month.

His later letters after the hunger strike are oddly stilted. I am frankly looking for signs that he might be getting drugged by his captors, and so far I don't see any. He's coherent but his letters are kind of odd--notable for what they do not say. I know this sounds paranoid on my part, but I honestly think he's trying to tell me something he doesn't dare commit to paper in words. Maybe that makes me a "follower".

Anyway, I have a strenuous weekend coming up. Will try to sort these out and publish what's publishable.

William A. White #201400005514
John Polk Correctional Facility
211 Bush Boulevard
Sanford, FL 32773

New Guy

(Just to let you know, it’s happening. Way too slow, but it’s happening.)

Dear HAC:

I'm writing to tell you that I just made my first scouting trip. I visited the University of Montana, the University of Idaho, and Washington state.  I will most likely attend the university of Montana starting in the fall of 2015 probably for a forestry degree. Until then I'm going to keep working 12 hour days to get as much cash as possible.  Hopefully I'll be coming home soon.


Wednesday, July 09, 2014

Radio Free Northwest - July 10th, 2014

HAC on Matt Bracken's When The Music Stops, Lord Lucan on Jews, Andy on Libertarians, and Harold introduces a new intermittent feature on RFN, Qui Custode Ipsos Custodes? A musical tribute to the Glorious Twelfth in Northern Ireland.

Tuesday, July 08, 2014

Bill White Still Being Tortured In Prison

I got a brief note from Bill yesterday, but unlike his usual missives, it said virtually nothing. I have gathered from my own observation that he is still in a very precarious position in the Seminole County jail in Sanford, Florida. 

Apparently no mail at all is being given to Bill--he complains of this in his last note--and his outgoing mail is either being simply confiscated and hidden away somewhere, or it is so closely censored that he can't say anything, which is what he hinted at in his last two letters to me, for fear of it being thrown away.

My own mail isn't even being opened any more by his captors; they simply slap a big  red "Unauthorized Mail" rubber stamp on it and then return it to me in a big batch every three weeks or so, or else it just disappears. There is of course no legal recourse at all here; as always, the dictatorship operates completely without accountability of any kind.

Bill has apparently not received any incoming mail for some weeks now. What seems to have happened is that after six days on hunger strike, Bill was promised that he would be allowed to send and receive mail, he would have access to a telephone, and also that he would be moved out of the John Polk Correctional Center where he was being tortured. 

Amazingly, astoundingly, his captors lied to him. Wow! Who could have ever figured that!

Once Bill ended his hunger strike, he was sent back to the same hellhole and returned to an isolator cell where the lights are apparently slightly less bright, and his captors have simply ignored their other promises to him. His attorneys seem to be making soothing noises to him, but are achieving zero results. It is possible his medication is being withheld again, and he's back on 700 calories per day. We have no way of knowing.

I have no idea what is happening to Bill now, except that I repeat, it is inconceivable that this man, a federal prisoner, is being tortured by local thugs without the knowledge and at least tacit approval of the United States Attorney prosecuting his case, or that that the United States Attorney could not end it with a single phone call if he so chose.

Part of the strategy here may be to literally drive Bill White mad, to render him so confused and disoriented after four months without darkness or sleep that he is incapable of assisting in his own defense and he shows up at trial unkempt, disheveled, with several weeks' growth of beard, and muttering to himself. Not to mention under the influence of "anti-psychotic" drugs they've pumped him full of. This was apparently what was done to Edgar Steele.

In the meantime this man's suffering continues, and no one can do anything at all about it or do anything to drag the rats gnawing his body off him. This is called America The Beautiful.

Monday, July 07, 2014

RFN Musical Supplement 

Most of you will never have seen Appalachian clog dancing or even know that t exists. Or existed-not sure anybody even remembers how to do it any more. This film was made in 1959 or so, and the dancers who remain alive are all in their seventies or eighties now.

Yes, Virginia, White people do have a past that goes back further than disco. [Sigh..]

Sunday, July 06, 2014

Letter From Bill White 6-29-2014

Hello, Harold:

My personal situation here has stabilized, although I still am not well. I have been assured that I will be moved soon, either by the U.S. Marhsals to the Orange County Jail, or by other means out of this district. 

On the basis of this assurance I have resumed eating, but my medical and living conditions are still awful. (Be interesting to see whether or not they mysteriously "forget" to keep that promise now he's broken off his hunger strike. - HAC)  

I was finally allowed a shower today and was able to look in a mirror. I seem unable to grow a full beard right now, and I have a kind of Yasser Arafat look. I have also grayed tremendously in the past few weeks. One day, like Winston Smith, I will wake up and look in a mirror and not be able to recognize myself.

My civil suit against the jail is moving forward. At least one of my pleadings to the court appears to have been stolen or diverted. But my attorneys this time are some pretty good people, and they are now coming to the jail regularly and refusing to leave until they have seen me and checked on my condition. 

Other than that I have no contact with the outside world and I have received no mail from you since June 18th. As soon as I am able I will find out what of mine has been published lately and square accounts; I just have not been able to do so.

Legally, my case is still headed to acquittal, by all appearances. Also, my conviction in Chicago appears en route to being overturned. I can do nothing on the Roanoke conviction until I have access to a law library.

The only good news is that I am back working, since the lights in my present isolator cell are sufficiently low so that I am not crippled by blinding headaches like before and I can think straight, more or less. I am finished up with Paulus Diacanus's History of the Lombards and will be sending you a TBR essay on the subject soon. I would also like to thank everyone out there who is contributing books and money so I can finish Serpent's Blood

You will understand that it's difficult under the circumstances, and there is much happening that I cannot write about, but I am making progress.


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From HAC: All of my mail to Bill White is now being returned to me by the Seminole County Jail marked "unauthorized mail." It used to be that there was a white sticker on the outside claiming that it was "internet-generated" (including material that wasn't, such as chapters of Bill's work that was simply typed) but now they don't even open the envelopes any more, they just slap that big "Unauthorized Mail" rubber stamp on there and send it back to me in batches. I have sent him several hand-written letters which are clearly not "internet-generated"; they seem have simply disappeared, since Bill makes no mention of them.

If anyone is able to get through to him at all, please let him know that his letters to me are being published on this blog. 

William A. White #201400005514
John Polk Correctional Facility
211 Bush Boulevard
Sanford, FL 32773