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)


http://northwestfront.org/2014/04/the-northwest-front-and-class/

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,

James

 

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.

Sincerely, 
Bill


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]