The Day of Victory
Seventy-six years ago tonight, the torchlight parades throughout Germany celebrated the beginning of a new era for all of our Folk, a new era which still exists despite the disaster of 1945. Because of the Revolution of 1933, we now have an example for all time of the historical truth that nothing is immutable, nothing is inevitable, nothing is engraved in stone forever.
I can think of little to say on this date that has not been said before or will not sound childishly naive, but nonetheless I will try to distill it all into a few sentences. There is hope, if we will but accept it. Weimar fell. The New World Order will fall as well. What we are trying to do was done once. It is not impossible. It is not beyond reach. It is do-able. We know because Hitler did it. The German people did it.
We have farther, much farther to go, and before we can achieve what our Führer achieved we must re-create and re-invent and re-forge our very souls in the white-hot furnace of National Socialism and the Blood of our Folk---but genetically we are every bit as strong and brave as those brown and black clad Germanic heroes who trod the cobblestones of the Fatherland 76 years ago tonight, beneath the light of ten million torches.
People ask me often how I stand the kind of treatment I get, how I can keep on going in the face of the madness and the hatred and the revolting cowardly behavior of men with Aryan skins, Aryan faces, and the souls of rodents.
I can keep on going because those torches from that January night so long ago in my grandfather's world burn in my mind's eye and in my heart. I keep on going because I know that what we see from so-called "White men" today is an aberration, a corruption, the ultimate expression of Judaic cancer gnawing away at the Aryan soul before death. I keep on going because I know that those who hire lawyers and defile my doorstep with excrement, and scratch mailboxes are not the true representatives of my Folk--and those men who marched beneath the torches underneath the January stars of Germany on that night are. It is they who fill my thoughts and my spirit, not these other critters.
Sometimes we are so depressed and demoralized and angered and revolted by what we see today from so-called "White people" that we forget---all of this happy horse shit we live with is a very modern phenomenon, less than fifty years old, really, and in its roots no more than about two hundred years old. For thousands of years before that our males were men and our females were women, not consumer organisms or politically correct duckspeakers, and that for all their assault on everything good and decent, you can't sweep away millennia of culture and history and folkways in one or two generations.
Despite it all, I sense a great awakening coming. This is where I have a lot of trouble---conveying to all of you my overwhelming sense of optimism about all this. If I were not convinced, utterly and completely, that history is on our side and that our Folk will survive and conquer, I certainly wouldn't waste my life sitting here being heckled and insulted by crybabies and federal agents while beating a dead horse. I'd leave and try to grab something for me with the rest of my life.
I'm still here. This should tell you something.
It's going to happen for us, people. It may not happen like we want it to happen. It may not happen like it happened in Germany. It took me a long time to understand and accept that myself---my longing to see the long brown columns marching beneath the torchlight is every bit as urgent and deep and anguished as yours. But it will happen as the inscrutable forces of history dictate, in ways which are appropriate and natural to our time and place.
We, too, will have our January 30th someday. Stay strong, don't fall by the wayside--be there with me when that glorious day comes!
Harold A. Covington
"This destiny does not tire, nor can it be broken, and its mantle of strength descends upon those in its service." - Francis Parker Yockey, IMPERIUM