His footpath to the heights is almost invisible now, overgrown with timothy grass and mountain laurel, tenanted by bees heavy with nectar and pollen instead of by a man heavy with the future.
Morning after morning, for almost two decades, William Luther Pierce would take this path and ascend to the highest point on what he simply called “The Land.” At the summit, he would look out, all the way to the horizon, upon a creamy, ever-shifting ocean of fog from which the higher mountain peaks, especially his, jutted upward abruptly like widely-separated cliff-islands in some Hyperborea of dreams.
Clarity was possible here in the West Virginia mountains; so different from Washington, DC, whence he had come. Here he was far from the posturing, prostituted politicians; from the buying and selling; from the filthy streets; from the getting and hoarding; from the stinking, unbreathable air; from the lying and pretense; from corrupted, demanding, materialistic women; from the sham authority of hollow men; from the staring, waiting, growing non-White mobs; from the crazed pursuit of popularity, status, shekels, junk, and Jesus. Here the doe could be found lying down with her fawn in the dappled sunshine; here the eagle soared a thousand feet above titanic, dramatically slanted forest canopies; here even the hottest Summer days had a cool evening breeze and a night of ten million stars. Here, one could easily imagine, the lawyer and the huckster would just naturally shrivel and blow away, never to be seen again. A place where authentic men and women might thrive and live noble lives. A place to find The Way again. And teach that Way to others.
The move from the old National Alliance headquarters in Arlington (where the door was still lettered “National Youth Alliance” when we moved out) was a tremendous effort. Dr. Pierce made many trips on his own, shuttling his library, office, and possessions to the barns and barely-inhabitable farmhouse that were then the only structures on The Land, and I made at least a dozen trips to help, driving my old Dodge van or Dr. Pierce’s deathtrap high-cube truck we dubbed “The Truck from Hell” for its rattles readable on nearby seismometers, exposed seat springs, rust on a continental scale, and its tendencies to come dangerously close to boiling over on every hill and emit smoke instead of heat from its vents. There were a few other volunteers who helped with the move, but very few.
And moving was just the bare beginning. Next there were the farmhouse repairs and the installation of two old trailers as “temporary” living quarters. (They were to become permanent. Dr. Pierce never did build the home he had planned for so long; something else was always more urgent.) Then the huge job of building and finishing the office, warehouse, garage, and other outbuildings, and the complex electric, security, and communications lines between them. The latter involved digging six-foot trenches over many hundreds of feet through soil that was 50 per cent. stones. In all of this, no one did more labor than Dr. Pierce himself.
After the first few years, though, the move to The Land began to look like a huge mistake.
Without the energizing presence of Dr. Pierce in Arlington, and the convenience of his always-open 23d Street office (for years he slept on a cot there), many of the people who had attended his meetings and helped out with his mailings and other projects in the Washington area found other things to do, and travelling 200 miles into the remotest of West Virginia mountains wasn’t one of them.
The handful of families who had promised to come and make his community a reality dropped out one by one. Some took a look, saw the challenges of separating themselves from any hope of financial prosperity and from the conveniences the Great Satan has to offer, and quickly made their excuses. Even Dr. Pierce’s wife, Liz, refused to come — and divorced him.
Some never even bothered to take a look. A tiny few made a real attempt at life on The Land, lasting weeks or months or years. Don Trainor came — and went through two marriages and ready-made families — in a gargantuan effort to make it work, and in the process radically modernized the Alliance’s computer system.
Women found the isolation especially difficult. The nicer locals didn’t understand you and thought you were vaguely “odd” or “foreign” in some way, and a few opportunists (like county sheriff Jerry Dale, a brilliant intellect who once publicly accused Dr. Pierce of being an associate of “George Norman Rockwell”) were openly hostile.
Among those who stayed and really helped, and I salute them all, there was often a bond between Dr. Pierce and themselves, but not, with a few exceptions, between one another.
There was at least as much jealousy, and I am sure it looks very petty now even to those who then felt it, as there was a sense of community. They were the jealousies of those who have sacrificed very much, fueled by the frustrations of giving their all in a cause that sometimes seemed hopeless: the feeling that the others weren’t sacrificing as much — the wondering why they have an apartment in town, while we must live in a broken-down trailer; or the wondering of the other party why they get a free trailer while we must pay for this apartment on the same minuscule salary.
Petty, yes — but such thoughts can loom large in a small, isolated group when things are difficult and forward progress undetectable, especially for the least idealistic and philosophically motivated partner in a marriage.
William Pierce was immensely deep and worthy, and I think we all loved him. But he was very much the lone philosopher on the hill, who bonds with his adepts one by one as they enter his mountain fastness, but whose urgent work and solitary contemplations leave little time for the laughter, feasting, and ceremony that might prevent rifts.
One Winter when my wife and I came to visit him, a couple of years before I made the move to The Land, Dr. Pierce was utterly alone with the ravens in his snowy hills. There was no one else there. There was no community. All who had come had left. And his membership list, he said, was at an all-time low. He was gaunt, and I don’t think he was eating much.
Yet, he smiled a beguiling smile of real gladness when we arrived, cooked a very good vegetarian meal for us on a broken-down stove he’d rescued from a junkyard and was in the middle of repairing — he was always doing things like that — and spoke only of hope. He told us about a few men and women who might be joining him if all went well, and what they could add to his efforts. He spoke of the ignorant complacency induced by the sitting Republican administration, and how recruiting would improve when it finally came to an end.
He spoke of the 1960s, when he had just begun his political work, sending a copy of his intellectual journal to every member of Congress and to hundreds of officials and opinion leaders in Washington — with exactly zero response. And, after an initial shock and readjustment to reality, exactly zero discouragement too. It had been then that he had thrown down his coat, put on his gloves, and begun those 18-hour days that continued until Infinity reclaimed him.
One reason Dr. Pierce was glad we were there was his wish that we would constitute an audience for a discussion of Cosmotheism he had scheduled for the benefit of the editor of the local paper, the Pocahontas Times. The editor, a man named William McNeel, had heard the media claims that Cosmotheism was nothing but a “tax dodge” and wanted to see for himself. Dr. Pierce, McNeel, a guest brought by McNeel, my wife, and I sat in the gathering twilight on folding chairs in the dusty, unfinished upper floor of the new office building and listened to recorded excerpts from Bernard Shaw’s Man and Superman, after which Dr. Pierce told the story of how the play, along with Nietzsche’s philosophy, had influenced the development of his religion. I think McNeel was expecting a somewhat slicker than average bigoted bumpkin with overtones of con man and Imperial Lizard. What he got was closer to a living Pythagoras.
Dr. Pierce’s optimism, like that of many energetic and dedicated men, proved justified. Things did improve on The Land not too long after my Winter visit. Fred and Marta Streed, Will Williams, Ron McCoskey, Herbert Horton, Hadding Scott, Robert Pate, Joe Pryce, Evelyn Hill, Jerry Abbott, Bob DeMarais, and many others made a real impact with their help. American Dissident Voices was begun, then the Free Speech newsletter. Books, audio tapes, and videos multiplied. New buildings were going up, new projects begun, and the subscriber and membership lists began growing again.
William Pierce had a never-give-up spirit that was almost beyond understanding. It served him well. Its source, I think, was his deep belief that he was one of a very few men who fully understood the cosmic stakes of the fight for White survival, and that he had an absolute responsibility to strive without ending, no matter what the odds, to do his considerable part — a task that no one else could do for him — to win that fight.
Those stakes went far beyond the concerns to which he often appealed in his writings and broadcasts. Far more important than safe neighborhoods and lower VD rates and decent schools was the evolving consciousness of the Universe, of which a small but inseparable subset of our race was the vanguard, and which might be snuffed out in an instant of cosmic time if organized Jewry had its way.
True, he made his appeals on the basis of the issues of the moment in his radio broadcasts — because he was dealing with a mass audience which he wanted to move in his direction. But behind it all, behind everything he did, and overshadowing every other consideration, was the necessity for our race to begin ascending what he called the Upward Path once again. Just three years before his death, Dr. Pierce made the fateful decision to purchase Resistance Records, a label and distributor which specialized in skinhead music. Dr. Pierce told me privately that he found most of the music unlistenable, even repellent, and that it for the most part embodied every exaggerated “hater” stereotype that the Jews had gleefully tried to fasten on anyone who wanted his children to marry someone of the same race and the opposite sex.
National-Socialism-as-cult (something that Dr. Pierce strongly disliked) was everywhere at Resistance — lurid scenes of SS-men in battle, repurposed WWII posters and uniforms (or absurd parodies of uniforms), references to “throwing people into ovens,” and more Maltese crosses than the Hell’s Angels ever dreamed of. And where the cornball aesthetic tapered off, the skinhead aesthetic — an aesthetic of ugliness, utterly alien to men and women who appreciate Breker and Canova, Parrish and Waterhouse, St. Gaudens and Phidias — took over. The graphic artists who designed the CD covers also apparently thought that the purpose of white space was to allow a higher density of swastikas.
I may be exaggerating the visual sins of Resistance — a little. But not only do I not have to exaggerate the depravity of much of the music, I believe it would actually be impossible to do so. Some of the “music” promoted by Resistance was so disgusting that it can hardly be believed. It is only with difficulty that I can write about the worst of it. From songs that gleefully describe chainsaw decapitations (and the storage of the severed body parts of supposed enemies in a freezer), to bands with names like “Anal Cunt” and “Vaginal Jesus,” the list goes on and on. Only the sociopathic could be attracted to such garbage.
Now, to be sure, some worthwhile music was sold by Resistance. And there were and are very noble men and women who have come up through the skinhead subculture. I have met some. And that subculture was impressive in that it had developed an ethos of resistance to White genocide quite independently. But, on the whole, it was loaded with a substantial percentage of appallingly ignorant people who had joined it for all the wrong reasons: those who couldn’t possibly be accepted, or find a mate, anywhere else; those whose anger at society was expressed by purposely violating every standard and every moral value in order to punish and outrage the hated “normals”; and those who were actually drawn to the controlled media’s “Nazi” image of sadistic brutes who delighted in crushing innocents’ skulls, putting out cigarettes in babies’ eyes, and similar manly and heroic acts.
To be fair to Dr. Pierce, the very worst CDs weren’t issued under his watch (I helped to form the National Alliance Executive Committee that tried to excise the garbage later, before I and all its members were expelled by the successor leadership of the Alliance, whose understanding of Dr. Pierce’s vision could be folded up in a clover leaf and still leave room for Micheal Chertoff’s heart) — but there was still plenty of dross that was.
If I had to speculate about the percentage of the Alliance’s membership, before the merger with Resistance, who truly understood the cosmic implications of our struggle, I would say that it might have been as high as 30 per cent. But of the new recruits who came to us through Resistance, I would say it was only a tenth of that — at best.
It’s important to remember that after Dr. Pierce’s death, a large fraction of the Alliance’s new leadership had its roots in Resistance or the “scene” that surrounded Resistance. And, after those who objected to the worst elements of that new leadership were expelled, the membership itself consisted almost entirely of those who were willing to accept such leaders — or who, hoping for better times to come, were as crazily optimistic as those who’ve actually seen Los Angeles, yet still believe we can “restore America.” I apologize for my role in encouraging such optimism.
Dr. Pierce acknowledged most of these concerns at the time. But he wanted results, he said, and embracing the skinhead music scene brought thousands of new people into our circle. (Many men, perhaps especially great men who are engaged in causes that most would regard as lost, abandon some of their usual prudence as they approach the end, wanting to see dramatic progress before they die.) The Alliance could, he thought, selectively recruit the best of these people into our ranks, and effectively and powerfully influence all of them. Instead, they influenced the Alliance — right into the ground.
Need I count the ways? — the nearly-illiterate post-2005 broadcasts; the public meetings where spitting and shirtlessness (especially among people who ought never go shirtless) became common; the young men with dilated pupils who most urgently wanted to discuss with you the finer points of the Day of the Rope and how they related to an especially beloved curbside scene in American History X; the official Alliance publication that referred to a certain famous structure in Italy as, I kid you not, the “Leaning Tower of Pizza.” It’s too depressing to go on.
His microphone is silent now, though a faithful and talented few make sure his voice is heard by a new generation on YouTube and elsewhere. His greatest works remain relatively obscure, whereas his off-the-cuff entertainment for beginners is still famous. An effort is, however, now being made (http://www.williamlutherpierce.blogspot.com/) to make his writings available in a coherent, reliable form.
The Land, and the many hundreds of thousands of dollars in investments and infrastructure that William Pierce gave his lifetime to bring into being — and bring to bear in the battle for our race’s survival — has been inherited by the unworthy, the befuddled, the merely ambitious, and the incompetent. Much more worthwhile writing and publishing is done by former staffer Jerry Abbott in his nearby mountain homestead in one week than has been produced on The Land in the last seven years.
Though his organization — for which he inexplicably failed to choose a successor when he knew he was dying — has effectively expired, William Pierce opened the minds of thousands of men and women to what is truly real in this unfolding Universe. Most of us are still alive. And, thanks to him, we do not have the excuse of ignorance for inaction. Our people’s fate, and the advancement of the only cause that really matters, is entirely up to us.
The Sun has burned away the sea of fog this morning, and, looking at the fields and woods below me, I think that maybe what seemed like the hidden paradise beyond Ultima Thule to me is really just plain old West Virginia after all. Perhaps the locals are right: Maybe what Dr. Pierce called The Land should revert to its old name, Turkey Buzzard Flats. Maybe I should get out of here, too — the current occupants would surely have never given me permission, so I didn’t bother to ask. Maybe I should head down the hill, skirting south into the woods near the trailers, even though I doubt they rise before ten.
I should go down now — but no. There’s another path, with the footprint of a tall man still visible there. It leads up.
From National Vanguard tabloid, Issue No. 67, 1979:
Sometimes a single incident occurs which is so poignant and outrageous that it symbolizes the evil of the System we live under more vividly than any report about a major social or economic problem. Such was the killing of John Singer by police in January.
John Singer was born in New York City 47 years ago. Soon afterward his parents took him to Germany. just as Hitler was coming to power. John joined the Hitler Youth and stayed in Germany until he was 17.
When he came back to America Singer joined the U.S. Marines. Later he moved to a high mountain valley in northern Utah, in order to get “away from the evils and complexities of modern society,” as he explained it. He built a log farmhouse and outbuildings on a three-acre homestead and lived there for more than two decades, working mainly as a television repairman. Singer took a wife, Vicki, and they had seven children.
In 1973 he took his children out of the local public school, which tolerated drugs, defended homosexuality, and promoted racial mixing. He objected strongly to a textbook used by the school which featured pictures comparing George Washington and Negro “civil rights” leader Martin Luther King. Singer condemned racial mixing as evil.
“The main issue,” Singer said last year, “is that I want to keep my children morally clean.”
He built a small, red schoolhouse on the homestead, where Vicki taught the children.
State officials demanded that the children be given tests, which found them “behind” academically. But the officials also reported a “family with the father asa strong, vigorous patriarch who has the full support of his wife and the genuine support, love, and respect of his children.”
The Singers were proud of their self-sufficiency and craftsmanship. Their farm has its own, independent water system, and heat comes from wood and coal-burning stoves. Their orchards and gardens provide an abundance of fruits, vegetables, and livestock. “We have a root cellar, a store of wheat, a small flour mill, and a beautiful organic vegetable garden,” Singer said.
The children were talented, beautiful, and creative. Fourteen-year-old Heidi, the oldest, was adept at jewelry and leatherwork. Suzanne, 11, was an accomplished painter. Timothy, 12, had built a sturdy wood cabin in the back yard by himself.
“You must let a child’s talents run free,” Singer had said. “They do not do this in the public schools.”
JOHN SINGER and one of his sons, in a 1978 photo. He believed in law and order, but he believed even more in raising his children to be spiritually healthy and racially conscious.
SINGER (right), with two daughters and a neighbor, before police killed him with a shotgun blast in the back for resisting a court order to submit his children to race-mixing propaganda in the public schools.
The Singers defied state officials who demanded that the children be kept in an “accredited” school. “They are trying to take away our God-given liberty,” Singer said. Heignored the official papers and drove off some policemen at gunpoint who had come to arrest him, posing as newsmen.
“I won’t let the sheriff arrest me,” Singer had vowed. The ex-Marine patrolled the farm with an M-1 rifle, and some of the children were also armed.
One snowy morning last January, as John Singer walked down from the homestead to pick up his mail, eight policemen waited in ambush and surrounded him.
“They tried to get him, and I guess he pulled a gun,” the sheriff told reporters afterwards. “When he did, I guess they shot him.”
John Singer was hit in the back with a shotgun blast and died on the way to the hospital.
The police arrested Vicki and jailed her in Salt Lake City on a contempt charge.
Singer’s aged mother, Charlotte, told reporters she wished she had been there to die with her son. “He wants to raise his children decent, and for that he has to lose his life,” the mother said, weeping. “They murdered him in cold blood.”
Hundreds of outraged citizens telephoned slate officials to protest the slaying. The state capitol was evacuated twice because of bomb threats.
“Singer tried to place himself above the law,” a county deputy attorney said to reporters. “We must have law, or we will have anarchy.”
In schools across America, White children are beaten, robbed, and terrorized — victims of government-ordered racial mixing. President Carter has offered amnesty to illegal aliens who have broken U.S. immigration laws and successfully evaded arrest.
Convicted killers, rapists, and muggers are released every day on parole to continue their lives of crime. Street gangs terrorize whole sections of major cities.
Public officials are regularly caught taking bribes. Fraud runs rampant throughout the Federal government. Jimmy Carter welcomes mass-murderer Menachem Begin to America.
But John Singer “broke the law.” He wanted to raise his children away from the evil and immorality of a society gone mad. That was a crime for which the System decreed he had to die.
From ATTACK! tabloid, Issue No. 21, 1973: The Alienated Society One thing which the Watergate affair clearly demonstrates is that the same alienation which has swept millions of dropped-out young Americans into the drug-ridden "counter-culture" pervades our entire society, even to the Oval Office in Washington and the boardrooms of Wall Street. In fact, it is even more pervasive in the highest political and economic strata of our ruling gerentocracy than it is in our high schools and colleges. It began at the top and worked its way down.
Leaders Have Sold Out Alienation among America's so-called "leaders" during the last half-century or so -- alienation which has taken the form of an inner attitude of It's-every-man-for-himself-and-I'm-looking-out-for-number-one -- is, historically, the cause of the present alienation of America's youth from their racial and cultural community. There are many who will disagree with the foregoing, many who believe that the rich and powerful men who hold public office in this country are more firmly attached to the "principles of Americanism," or some such, than the rest of us. These many fail to understand that alienation is a matter of inner attitude and not external life-style. They also cannot distinguish illusion from reality or falsehood from truth. Half-a-pint for a Vote Now and then, however, the veil of lies with which the high and mighty shield themselves from the common gaze is lifted slightly from the breezes of chance, and we can catch a fleeting glimpse of reality. The Watergate affair has given rise to such a breeze. We are shocked by the revelations of Nixonian political sabotage and eavesdropping and burglary, all for the sake of a few more votes, just as we have been shocked in the past by the revelations of the Democratic political machine in Chicago counting names on tombstones or a Kennedy gang buying votes in West Virginia for a half-a-pint of whiskey each. We are appalled when the cynicism, greed and lack of scruple of those we have chosen to be our leaders are momentarily revealed to us.
If Busing, Why Not Burgling? But, really, we should not be surprised. For had not Mr. Nixon already betrayed a hundred times over the trust placed in him, even before Watergate? How can a man who has unleashed on America a program for school busing for racial balance, or supported the Zionist program of conquest in the Middle East with American taxes, or made futile the sacrifice of 50,000 American lives in Indochina have any further surprises for us? Or do we consider a little burglary for the sake of a few votes a worse crime than selling the interests of a whole nation in return for the political support -- or toleration -- of the alien power clique which controls America's mass media. Is Bribery Worse than Treason? Is an illegal wiretap more a sign of cynicism than the callous subjection of America's school children to the terror and degradation which have accompanied the massive school integration of recent years? Is the failure to report a campaign contribution more a sign of moral corruption than the failure to punish the traitors who have brazenly given aid and comfort to our enemies during the Vietnam war? Is the payment of a little hush money or an attempt to cover up involvement in a political scandal more reprehensible than stabbing an ally in the back, thereby dishonoring the whole American people in the eyes of the world? Alienation in the Air One would think so, judging by the uproar the media have generated over the Watergate affair. But America's youth, even though they are also under the media's spell, were told by their instincts long ago that they had been betrayed. They knew it in their bones when those in whose hands the destiny of the nation had been placed ceased to care about anything but their own comfort and their own wealth and their own power. The alienation at the top was in the air even before FDR, with his sly grin and his long cigarette holder, smoothly lied America into the Western world's most catastrophic war. Young people smelled the corruption in America's soul while Harry Truman was sacrificing American principle to Zionist expediency. They unconsciously knew that Ike and JFK and LBJ were selling the country down the river in order to further their own careers.
Sense of Abandonment When America's leaders had lost all sense of responsibility to race and nation; when duty and honor had become empty catchwords; when the heritage of our people had become mere booty to be plundered by all who could claw their way to the public feed trough -- then not even the most skillfully woven curtain of lies and pretense could keep a deep sense of abandonment from welling up in the hearts of America's youth Confidence faded. The sense of community was lost, and with it any feeling of belonging and responsibility. Alienation had worked its way all the way down.
No Conspiracy It would be wrong to attribute the decay of American social and cultural institutions which has progressed hand-in-hand with the alienation of the American people to any single, malevolent plan. A certain degree of alienation was the unplanned but inevitable consequence of the industrialization and urbanization of America. The radical social changes accompanying this transformation of American lifestyles affected all classes of the population. With the growing sense of anonymity and isolation among dwellers ever-more-densely populated urban centers went a decline in civic virtues at all levels. The gradual erosion of the individual's sense of racial and cultural identity manifested itself in the gradual decline of a sense of civic responsibility, both on the part of the average citizen and those he chose to manage his public affairs. Irresponsibility Breeds Irresponsibility Once started, the process of alienation accelerated. A more and more irresponsible citizenry could only lead to more and more irresponsible leadership and, in turn, to laws reflecting that irresponsibility. One might have expected that exceptional leaders would have been immune to this process and would have exerted a healing effect on the body politic. This has not been the case, at least, not in recent decades; instead, alienation became total among American leaders while it still had a long way to go among the electorate.
Media Masters The principle cause of this was the capture of America's opinion-forming media by a single, tightly organized, alien minority. From that point, a prerequisite for holding high public office in the United States was the seal of approval of the media masters. No man of Western blood with a sense of commitment to his own people could possibly attain that approval. only the completely alienated, the totally cynical, the utterly hypocritical, the thoroughly corrupt, the unreservedly selfish would do -- men who could be counted on to go along in order to get along.
The average U.S.Senator...would not be unhappy if the
Arabs drowned [the Jews] in the sea and reclaimed their stolen land.
From their positions in the Congress, the Federal courts, and the Federal agencies such men have overseen the ruinous policies which have done such grievous damage to America. They have supported and implemented these policies not primarily through malice or mistaken ideological conviction, but through callous indifference to their responsibility to their people.
No Room for True Believers The average U.S.Senator who signs his name to Zionist petitions and votes for more American support of Israeli territorial expansion has no particular love for Jews. He would not be unhappy if the Arabs drowned them in the sea and reclaimed their stolen land. Likewise, the average Federal judge who orders White children bused into Black-dominated schools where they will be terrorized and brutalized is not motivated by any cockeyed equalitarian theory. He could hardly care less what the racial balance is in America's schools (except the school his children attend, of course.)
There are plenty of neo-liberal zealots among America's masses, but not many among her leaders. Most of the men at the top are too smart for that; among them self-interest has edged out true-believing -- and everything else. They work for the ruin of America simply because they are in thrall to the media masters, who form their public images, wield power over their careers, and determine what the history books will say about them -- and because they themselves have no inner commitment to their nation or to their race, but only to themselves. Stumbling along With America governed by such men, it is not surprising that America is despoiled, the natural resources plundered, the air and water polluted, the cities decayed and unlivable, the national defense undermined, the national heritage in hock, the culture defiled -- and the people faced with a racial problem which becomes more overwhelming and more threatening each year. It is not surprising that there is no plan, no order, no sense of direction in national life, and that the country merely stumbles along from one year to the next.
The first task of an American educational system should be to burn
the racial sense and the racial feeling into the instinct and the
intellect, the heart and the brain of the youth entrusted to it.
And it is not surprising that tens of millions of young Americans are growing up with no sense of racial or national community, mere human ions in a formless, cosmopolitan chaos.
Organic Relationship Lacking We are faced with a general lack of feeling of belonging to, and responsibility for, the Western racial-social-cultural community. The natural, organic relationship between the individual and the community has been broken. It cannot be restored as long as the present System endures. That relationship, absolutely essential to a healthy society, is a fragile thing which requires constant and careful nurture for its maintenance. It requires a training in youth which has as its principal goal the development and strengthening of that relationship, an educational process which prepares boys and girls to become the cultural and spiritual -- as well as material -- heirs of Western civilization and the Western imperium.
Sense of Racial Identity is Essential The first task of an American educational system should be to burn the racial sense and the racial feeling into the instinct and the intellect, the heart and the brain of the youth entrusted to it.No boy and no girl should leave school without having been lead to an ultimate realization of the necessity and essence of blood purity.
Thus the groundwork would be created for preserving the racial foundations of the nation and through them in turn securing the basis of its future cultural development. For all education would in the last analysis remain worthless if it did not benefit beings ready and determined on principle to preserve themselves and their special nature.
Atomistic View of Society
Current educational philosophy in America is individual-centered, and the educational system is geared to produce well-adjusted cogs in the modern industrial-economic machine. This is in line with the atomistic or ant-heap view of society which follows from neo-liberal doctrine.
Indeed, how could education be otherwise in a multi-racial society?
How shall a racially integrated school system teach young people the greatness of their race? Which race?
How shall students learn to treasure the history and traditions of their people? Whose traditions? Which race?
How can any sense of community or belonging be developed in them? Belonging to whom?
So, what we have is an educational program designed to teach economically valuable skills with a few courses thrown in to guarantee "well-rounded" graduates, endowed with an acceptable veneer of "culture," who can reasonably be expected to support themselves, achieve "fulfillment," and be more or less happy -- or, at least, contented. These are the neo-liberal educational goals, to be achieved with sufficient goodwill, Federal aid, and, of course a judicially determined ratio of black, brown, yellow, red, and white faces in the classroom.
The expected result is an ever-growing stream of "educated" world-citizens, raceless individuals prepared to plunge enthusiastically into the cosmopolitan consumer economy and earn enough money to "do their thing," whatever that may happen to be. The millennium is surely just around the corner!
Things, of course, are not working out so rosily as the neo-liberal ideologues had hoped, primarily because their conception of the nature of human beings suffers from several severe departures from reality.
The most notorious of these departures is the idea that a single educational system can serve the needs of beings so racially diverse that their evolutionary paths diverged some two million years ago.
A society consisting of such rootless men, alienated men, is a sick
and unnatural society and will not long endure.
At least as damaging is the notion that a human society is simply an aggregate of human beings, each an island entire of itself. There is no understanding of the fact that a man without roots -- organic, natural roots -- in some racial community, is an incomplete man, a spiritual cripple, a man as deficient as a plant torn loose from its nurturing soil.
A society consisting of such rootless men, alienated men, is a sick and unnatural society and will not long endure.
Away with the System!
America today is not yet totally alienated, but her sickness is getting worse rapidly. It can be cured -- the process of alienation can be reversed -- but only through social surgery of a radical nature, consisting of several major steps.
The first step must be to sweep away the entire system now ruling America. All the greedy, cynical little men now wielding power must go: "liberal," "moderate," and "conservative"; McGovernite and Nixinite; Eisenhower Republican and Kennedy Democrat; Jew and shabbas goy. No "reforms" or half-measures, no compromises or political deals with traitors of race and nation, can be tolerated in this step; only a total purge will suffice.
Only after the alienation at the top has been cured can the rest of the task be tackled.
Education in the Racial State
Second, the entire educational system must be overhauled and reoriented, from kindergarten through the university level. Instead of preparing raceless, rootless individuals for the economic rat race, the new education must train boys and girls to be a valuable link in the chain of generations.
It must make young men and women feel that they are a bridge that leads from a great past into a most distant future. It must, by imparting a thorough knowledge of the history and traditions of the Western peoples, instill in young Americans an understanding of the greatness of their race.
An intimate coupling of national feeling and a sense of social justice must be implanted in the young heart. Then a people of citizens will someday arise, bound to one another and forged together by a common love and a common pride, unshakable and invincible forever.
A New Order
The third step must be the building of a new order in American life. The country has drifted without real guidance for so many years that it has picked up some bad habits which must be cured, some problems which must be solved.
The racial problem is foremost among these, and it must be solved, through resettlement or other means, regardless of the expense and sacrifices involved.
The mass media, in new hands, must finally begin serving the people instead of manipulating them. Something radical must be done about the urban monstrosities in which a natural and healthy life-style has become virtually impossible. The urban problem will be much less intense after complete separation has been effected, but there will still be much which must be cured, even if it means a massive demolition-and-bulldozing program, followed by reforestation over the rubble.
An Unlimited Future
The problem of industrial progress, economic stability, overpopulation, resource conservation, and the gradual restoration of a natural and unpolluted environment can also be solved once we have citizens and leaders whose primary goal is the long-term welfare of the race, rather than the immediate advancement of their own careers and the race be damned.
When alienation and drifting have been replaced by proper commitment and firm guidance , we will find that many problems which seem insoluble in this unfortunate era can indeed be solved and that we can achieve goals of which we hardly dare dream now.