"To the future or to the past, to a time when thought is free...to a time when truth exists, and what is done cannot be undone...From the age of uniformity, from the age of solitude, from the age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink--greetings!" - George Orwell, 1984
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Northwest Front Internet Forum
Folks, you do know that the Northwest Front has an internet forum, right?
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Radio Free Northwest Call-In Show - August 25th 2016
Callers discuss life, law, and the economy in the future Northwest American Republic.
Thursday, August 25, 2016
The Ghost Dance - Part One
I wasn't happy with those two Ghost Dance episodes I did, so I have combined the two, added some extra commentary and tightened it up a bit.
Monday, August 22, 2016
Radio Free Northwest - August 25th, 2016
HAC on what might happen in November and an excerpt from a British podcast. Gretchen on Jobbik and Lord Lucan returns from lying doggo.
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Slow Coming Dark - Chapter X.
“Which will make Blanchette all the more anxious to tie up his own loose ends and disappear for a good long while,” said Visconti grimly. “Expunging this whole episode is now essential to his personal survival. I am offering you a chance to meet this crisis with some measure of control over the how and the when, and with Tony and myself in your corner when the main event comes. Otherwise we must both face the prospect of having these two dangerous men pop up when we least expect it. The immediate threat to your ladies is from these two men. When they are out of the picture, then Miss Silverman can re-emerge into the public view. Once she is there she will be protected to some degree. She’s a star, after all. The Weinmann woman and the law can only do so much to Alice when she is surrounded by her own not inconsiderable wealth, her own entourage, and her own batteries of attorneys which her wealth can purchase. But she has to lose Blanchette and Lambert first. What is Croatoan?”
“A little bit of North Carolina history,” said Matt with a chuckle. “If you ever get the chance, read the story of the Lost Colony. The first of my own ancestors who came to this land, some hundreds of years before the first Italian, I might add.”
“Ouch! Yeah, you got me there,” agreed Matt with a laugh.
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Jewish Crook Laundered Money Through Wiesenthal Group
In his thefts, Huberfeld teamed up with another future federal inmate, Martin Shkreli, the pharmaceutical investor who bought up the patents to generic drugs and jacked the prices up as much as fifty times to also exploit the terminally ill. In imitation of Joseph in Egypt, those who wanted to survive had to give all that they had to the Jew, while those who had nothing to give were left to die.
The kind of anti-social profiteering typified by Huberfeld and Shkreli is deeply ingrained into the Jewish culture. Rabbi Saadya Grama, a Jewish religious leader, put it most succinctly when he said that “Jewish success in the world is completely contingent upon the failure of other people.” Yet, the United States has allowed networks of Jewish con men to take control of its economic, political, social, cultural, and legal systems. While some are occasionally purged the Jewish control mechanisms as a whole are never addressed, allowing America to sink progressively deeper into insanity, poverty, and deceit.
Friday, August 19, 2016
This One's Kind Of Important
Guys, I'm really sorry to rain on the parade, but we all need to see this and internalize it.
I stand by my favorable view of the effect Donald Trump is having and may yet have on world events. If he can destroy this vile two-party system and if he can keep the Hildebeest out of the Oval Office then history will be forever in his debt, and I will salute him.
That being said, sip the Trump Kool-aid. Don't guzzle or chug-a-lug it. He is a fling and a fun one, but he is not our One True Love, so to speak. Be ready for the fling to end, one way or the other.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Harold Covington's Northwest Independence Novels
A Mighty Fortress, the third novel in the trilogy, turned into something of an amalgam of the first two books, including some of the characters. A Mighty Fortress is the story of the Longview peace conference wherein the Northwest Republic comes into being. (Or at least it was supposed to be; it kind of wandered off into a teenaged love story for a while there.) We have never gotten so far even in our wildest dreams, until now, that we have devoted any thought at all to exactly how we intend to bring the present order to an end and replace it with a new one. A Mighty Fortress begins with the NVA as an underground guerrilla movement and follows its transformation into the government of a new, sovereign White nation. I can’t believe that I am the first who ever even seems to have thought about this part of the process, but it looks like I am.
Then came The Brigade, which in my opinion is the book I will be remembered for, insofar as I am ever remembered. After AMF I had thought I was all NVA’ed out, and we had taken to referring to the first three books as the Northwest Trilogy, offering them as a set, etc. Then one day in the spring of 2006 I got the old familiar itch, sat down at my archaic computer and just started typing. The Brigade just sort of happened. I still don’t fully understand why, except that apparently I hadn’t said all I had to say on the subject. The Brigade turned into an epic of 335,000 words, the longest work I ever wrote, and it encompasses all of the elements of the first three novels jammed into one. It is for this reason that despite its length, I recommend that new people be given The Brigade first. If they can get through all that wordage it will set their souls on fire. If not, then they have no souls left.
In other words, one more excuse to continue to do nothing. Finally I got tired of it. I figured that once more I’d better take these folks by the hand and walk them through it, so when they hang their heads, shuffle their feet, and slink away into the darkness, at least no one can say that it was anything I left unsaid or undone.
Freedom’s Sons covers the first 50 years of the Northwest American Republic’s existence, as seen through the eyes of three families—one NVA, one more-or-less pro-Unionist, and one White refugee family forced to flee from the United States into the Republic in order to escape destruction at the hands of Amurrica. There are five sections to the novel, covering the first year after independence, the later attempt by the Americans to re-invade and enslave the Northwest Republic, then a quasi-mystical excursion into the Solutrean theory with a little spy and intrigue thrown in, then a tale of life on the NAR-American border complete with star-crossed lovers and a stupid negress for comic relief. Finally, an epilogue, 50 years after the Battle of Portland began.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Radio Free Northwest - August 18th, 2016
Horse race, Gretchen, and Part Two of The Ghost Dance.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Saturday, August 13, 2016
A Prisoner Who's Worth It
I of all people am familiar with the risks of getting involved with prisoners. They generally take up an immense amount of time and emotional investment, and promptly disappear after they are released---if you're lucky.
(In case some of you guys never picked up on this, gangs in female prisons run regular lonely hearts-style scams on middle-aged White men on the outside. I was never dumb enough to fall for any of those, but I know one guy who did, briefly. Remember, a woman criminal is still a criminal.
Another problem is there are so damned many of them, and prisoners will do or say anything in order to receive mail. Mail of any kind, some acknowledgement from the outside world that they are still alive and still exist, which I thoroughly get and don't judge them on. It just can't be the Party's task to do this. Once word gets around that a group or person will respond and send free stuff, then all of a sudden you've got 127 begging letters from the same institution, and if one allows a mailing list to become cluttered up with non-paying prisoners then bankruptcy will quickly loom.
I have developed a practice down through the years of fulfilling what the Jews would call my mitzvah, my morally required righteous deed, by adopting one genuinely deserving individual in prison and concentrating on giving that one man all the help I can. Bill White is my current prison project, as you know. Before him it was Edgar Steele. Before that it was Pamela Bailey.
One of my strict requirements is that the person must have been racial before they went inside. There is someone who fills that requirement, a man somewhat older than myself, who just had his final appeal turned down by the Supreme Court and his Jewish public defender has now resigned from the case, so he's done. He has been permanently warehoused and they're waiting around for him to die. They may or may not decide to speed things along with a Bruce Pierce-style "slip and fall" or Edgar Steele-style poison.
This man is named Dennis Mahon. I know him personally and can vouch for the fact that he is one of the solid men of my Movement generation. Dennis was unlucky; he fell into a honey trap of a similar kind to one which may or may not have been laid for me five years ago, but which I avoided. This is very much a case of "there but for the grace of God go I."
The problem is, my time restrictions are such that I just can't carry him and Bill both. I would like to urge each of you to look into your hearts and see if you can find some time in your own busy schedules at least to drop Dennis a line and let him know that he is not quite over yet; that at least his existence is remembered. There is a practical reason for this; prisoners with many known contacts on the outside are a lot safer than those whom their captors believe have been completely isolated, abandoned, and forgotten.
P. O. Box 5000
Bruceton Mills, W. Va. 26525
Probably More Long Stuff Coming
Probably more long stuff coming, so here's a quick promo for my anti-Clinton novel Slow Coming Dark. It was written in the time of the First Regime and published in 2000, so it's s little dated, but I think it still has some "points of interest," as Sherlock Holmes would say.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
I Never Know What To Do With These (Introduction)
Below you will find reproduced portions of a letter sent to me by a comrade. The original was over 9,000 words in length, but I have redacted portions of it which A) might lead to this man being identified, and B) which are inappropriate for publication for various reasons.
I have gotten a lot of these letters down through the years, on average about one a month. I call them "soul out-pourers," which is clumsy, but I can't think of any more descriptive term for when somebody writes a long and deeply personal and revealing letter to a complete stranger, in the rather touching conviction that sonebody else on earth gives a damn about their angst. Most of us have more than enough of our own to be getting on with.
Usually these people who send me these things are inviting me to join a "Committee of Correspondence" named after similar bodies just prior to the American Revolution. The objective is apparently to write long, long, LONG letters to one another, preferably on paper but e-mail is now acceptable.
Each letter must be a masterpiece of epistolary elegance and sparkling wit which will be published on blogs named "Occidental" something-or-other, so we can record for posterity how fucking brilliant we are. After some years of this pointless circle-jerk, we will all eventually keel over and three weeks or so later we will be found dead on the floor of our rented room, half-eaten by our own cats.
But our effervescent wit and Wildean command of gracious invective against Barack the Beast and that odious woman Hillary will be preserved in cyber-space for all time until the electric power finally goes off, the internet goes into hibernation, and then in about another 200 centuries or so it is suddenly powered up again by ... who? Or what?
In this case, I just don't know what to do with this. Max isn't a bad guy, he spent an immense amount of time on this, and I would feel like a real POS if I were to slip it quietly into File 13 like I do most of these. So enjoy, dewds!
I Never Know What To Do With These
This is the letter I’ve been meaning to write for over a year. It will be disjointed and I hope it avoids rambling--only one of us should be Grandpa Simpson, but I’m a year older than you, so it’s to be expected, although I hope there’s no Dutch uncle lurking about.
I had a dream about you. I was in North Carolina, and came to a meeting hall full of people ready for a seminar led by you, and dozens of cars clogged the road getting to the hall. I met you at a table with other NW members, but didn’t sit with you as I was interested in a blonde nearby who ate with a stack of books by her plate. Later, I joined a long line of people waiting outside to hear you speak, and the sky rumbled, and I smelled rain. We were eager to get inside before the storm began.
I also thought about you the other night I got off work and watched a PBS show on the Easter rebellion of 1916. It was a sobering story about the rebellion you have been so influenced by, and I was appalled by the damage done to Dublin by the British shelling. They really were a lot of imperialistic bastards, weren’t they? It recalls the Northwest novels, when the leadership is frantically trying to avoid being nuked. The feds would do it, too. Then, the film mentioned the Ulster troops used in the Somme, and how in the Irish rebels and the Ulster troops were both willing to sacrifice themselves...one for Ireland, and the other for ‘the Empire.’ The camera panned long rows of graves, like a forest of teeth. Very sobering.
I was also saddened how the rebellion’s unity faded into civil war that poisoned Irish relations for decades, especially noting how the original progressive ideals were usurped by the Church moving in. I saw a movie about this, Jimmy’s Hall, dealing with the cultural conflict in Ireland during the Depression, the Church determined to crush any independent action by former revolutionaries. A very powerful and sad film, but I think you’d like it.
Perhaps the crowd in that dream reminded me of Trump. I think your podcast of March 9 was one of the best I’ve heard in a while, and I made a copy of it for my brother to read. He feels the way we do about race. He’s a retired cop, so he knows all about permission slips, has a 80 plus gun collection (most of which are military, and will never be used---yeah, he’s got the gun fetish), and considers himself very well-read as long as it’s the Time-Life series of WWII and Vietnam. Everything else he’s kind of dim on. A national characteristic you duly noted.
I went to the Trump rally in St. Louis March 11. I’d gotten a ticket online, but it did no good, because there were thousands of people ahead of me in line, stretching for several blocks.
I saw counter protestors walk by to make their way to the protest area. One whigger had dreadlocks that reached to his ankles. No shit. There was a cheerful Muslim guy, all smiles and bubbling babu like voice as he offered boxes of Krispy-Kreme doughnuts to people in lone.
“Oh, yes,” he sing-songed, “Islam is a religion of peace. We want to share this with you. Please take. Islam is a way of loooove.” Two white women were with him, holding signs calling for an end to racism, that Islam was a religion of freedom, no hate in America, Christians Against Trump, etc.
I was tempted to throw the doughnuts back in the guy’s smiley-smiley face. He reminded me of a lecture I went to some years ago where a babu like him kept pumping everyone with the ‘religion of peace-love-tolerance’ stuff, and ‘women are freer in Islam than in any other religion’...all nice and friendly until they get the upper hand. But on the sidewalk everyone cheerfully took the doughnuts (would you take food offered on the street by a total stranger? I wouldn’t, but I’m a security guard, so there.) Then, two weeks later, we get Brussels. Then, San Bernadino, and now, Orlando.
If there’s one thing you didn’t totally cover in the NW novels, it is Muslim responses to a NW republic. You’ve said the leadership of this country is a corporate-Zionist-homosexual conglomerate, but there is a Muslim element as well. Looking at Europe and its Islamic infestation, there is obviously approval to this invasion going on at the top. The leaders of the ‘democracies’ are letting these hordes in. The immediate answer is the Jews simply hate white people enough to see them replaced, and figure they’ll be able to ‘manage’ things, along with the upper class, who will be safely protected behind their walls. Maybe, but, Harold, along with the appeal of homosexuality to the upper class, there is something about Islam that attracts them as well. I know an Irish descended Jesuit-educated scholar who told me he almost became a Muslim, and writer Anthony Burgess confessed he almost converted as well. There’s something going on, unless it’s simply the intellectual class’s hatred of Christianity. As you’ve noted, a large segment of our race simply despise Christianity...the dead-Jew-on-a-stick acidity you recount.
I’m a Christian, attend church, and I’m thankful for your support of Christians. We aren’t all white-hating faux socialists, and Christianity as you and I knew it in our childhoods and the way it is now is very different, and I know we’ll not get it back the way it was, because too much has happened, and too many Christian leaders sold out.
When you announced your books were going out of print, I immediately bought Freedom’s Sons and Slow Coming Dark. I’d read Freedom’s Sons on the computer, but Slow Coming Dark is a new read.
It was enjoyable, since Matt and Heather are always a good pair, and Visconti was a very intriguing, dignified character. I always perked up when he was on the page.
I was disappointed by the massive shoot out at the end, but this kind of fiction and your audience seems to demand this. I also thought the Hildebeest was underdone, and Clinton as well. I would have liked a more rounded picture of them. Also, since you write novels of character, those with a lack of it get short shrift.
I’d read Freedom’s Sons in the early drafts and offered you some criticisms. It’s a massive work, and I enjoyed most of it, and your way of defining the making of a country.
What is especially interesting is page 404. “What kept us from being physically overrun by literally billions of niggers and gooks during the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries?”
Explaining that tribal wars and chaos saved us is new and thoughtful, and I’d like to see you elaborate on it, since you were in Africa and saw much of this.
Another part of your book I found thoughtful is page 481, when you bring up the possibility of most of our nuclear arsenal being nonfunctional. An article in The New Yorker on March 9, 2015, reported on a group of protestors who kept invading missile sites to paint anti-war messages on the missiles, and the author implied a lot of missiles might not be working, and that security for them was lax to barely nonexistent in some cases, since they’re too spread out to adequately protect, and the system keeps laying off security guards to cut corners.
The protestors were the usual sort of peaceniks, but you have to admire their dedication, especially older people who made their way in the dark and through brush, evading sentries. If only we had people that dedicated to white nationalism, but as you’ve said, there seems to be something programmed in us to do good for everything except our own race. Reminds me of a documentary of a group of marine biologists and environmentalists who went on a crusade to save tuna from being harvested in Japan, even sabotaging fishing boats so the fucking tuna could escape. It’s not really evil or totally stupid, but these people...well-educated, healthy, robust, the kind of folk who’d make up a team to fly to Mars...waste all their time on fish, and nothing for their own race and future. Somewhere, somehow, a circuit in their brains got shorted, or a moral instinct went dead from some kind of civilized virus.
It’s the way I feel about you and people like us, that we have some kind of viral immunity to the indoctrination we’ve grown up with. Amidst the plague, we’re the ones who are immune.
You spoke of people who insist you read this or that or listen to people...‘Harold, you gotta hear this!’
You mentioned Red Ice radio, and I’ve heard them from time to time, and the host has some good topics on race, although there are also the UFO types and mystical sorts...what the British call the flat-earthers. One man I heard was Colin Flaherty, and his White Girl Bleed a Lot website. He had a good program, and his site also carries raw, informative stuff about nigger behavior, but on Red Ice, halfway through the interview he announced he wasn’t a racist, he had no hard feelings about blacks, and his site is intended to show bad behavior, with no racial connotations. He didn’t exactly come out and say some of my best friends are... but it was close. I wondered what Flaherty’s sudden about-face was for, then recall what you say, that most whites are happy to inform and show crappy behavior, but do nothing.
They feel when they’re aware, that’s all that’s needed. Sort of like when I told you a few years ago when I heard Sam Francis lecture, and there were these desperate men waiting to see Sam clutching manila envelopes bulging with news clippings and typed pages...Sam, ya gotta read this...I imagine poor Mr. Francis had a trunk full of ya gotta read...like you.
Another site I’ve followed is run by Craig Hulet, and I’ve sure you’ve heard of him. He is an antiterrorism expert, and is on Coast-to-Coast a lot, and other stations. He has an accurate description of the ruling class and corporate control. Craig says there aren’t 535 members of Congress, but 535 corporate representatives who are bought and sold. Also, he maintains 9/11 was planned by Saudi Arabia, and Israel knew about it. Craig thinks elections are a joke. Fighting a one world system? It’s already here, he says. Hulet is more left then you are, and in talking about the elections, which he says what you say, that they’re a method of corporate control, not democracy in any real sense. In this, he is a practitioner of Samuel Huntington’s theories that a two-party system is a perfect device to preserve the ruling class’s continuity. It reminds me of the novel The Leopard, where the ruling class in Sicily decides to go along with dumping their king and agreeing to a republic. As they say:‘If things are going to stay the same around here, they’ve got to change.’
He kept predicting the presidential candidates will be Jeb (!) Bush and Hilary, saying Bush is primed to win, because he’s been groomed by the elites, and Hilary has too much baggage. He also said God help us if Bush gets in, because he’ll be a ruthless tyrant. Also, that the system will, with a new Supreme court justice, finally get rid of guns. He said the system is genuinely afraid of the American people and the second amendment.
Lately, Craig has said Jeb is still a possibility, since it is determined that the GOP will never let Trump have the nomination, or, if he does, then Bush will be VP, just like in 1980, when Reagan had Bush forced on him. I think if this happens, unlike the past, more white men will smell that the fix is in. As you and so many of us have said, Trump’s major accomplishment is to show how crooked ‘democracy’ is. This cycle, they really let the curtain fall, and maybe they don’t care anymore. After all, they’ve got the power.
Really, more people are realizing we’re not going to vote our way out of the present crisis.
Hulet also says Hilary is a very dangerous woman to put in charge of the government. If she wins, he says, she’ll need to be under medical observation. He thinks she really is mentally unhinged, and he’s uneasy with her being near the nuclear football.
Also, Craig said the system indoctrinates people. Their tools of indoctrination are drugs, porn, sports, and music.
He has little faith the people will do anything. There aren’t enough conservatives because they’re now outvoted by the illegals, and, as he snidely puts it, ‘American people like to wiggle their toes and smile, and be told everything’s all right. Most young men are unemployed and live with their parents, playing computer games. The white American male ain’t got the cojones.’
Craig reminds me of Wally Post in The Brigade. He plays the corporate and patriot side.
Then, he’s like you in complaining how the internet ruins public participation. He said nine years ago, he always had crowds when he appeared to speak, and now they don’t show up. He has to stick to talk radio, and he’s kept off the big shows. When Craig is on radio, it’s funny how the callers on black talk shows seem to be quieter. The white shows always have these old Amurricans who rant, raise their voices ‘bout guns, bringin’ God back, the people, stop the UN, bring back the Constitution, gotta do somethin’!!!’ Man, their voices really crack and they just won’t shut up.
He also agrees with you on race, but from a different perspective. He says whites will never accept blacks, that they hate being integrated with them, that all integration has been forced by the New World Order, and whites will never accept blacks as equals...but you understand Craig says this is a desultory way, to knock whites and play up to the black audience, like when he mentioned Ferguson “...we know black men are being gunned down by the police every day when they try to surrender, just like Michael Brown...” that’s when I shut off the radio.
But he’s listenable. At least he’s not a goofball like Glenn Beck. Yet, his tone and solutions remind me more of a status quo supporter or perhaps a provocateur, especially when he brags about his connections with government agents and counter-terrorists. He just sounds fishy.
There’s also a Matthew Bracken, who has a website Enemies Foreign and Domestic. He talks a good fight, but again, I see all these types on the ‘net, but they never unite. Everyone’s scattered and prefers to remain so, a pack of lone wolves who whimper instead of growl. Just like the Indians, who could never get it together. Which reminds me; a while back on the podcast, I compared you to our Sitting Bull, and you seemed to take offense. What I meant was, you’re like our spiritual leader, and if you and others were offended being compared to an Indian...well, as Sitting Bull complained about his own people becoming dependent on treaties and trade goods: ‘you are fools to give up your freedom and land of your people for sugar, coffee, bacon , and mattresses.’ I think the comparisons are apt.
Like you, I’ve always been attracted to the theater. I remembered your talking about theater on page 179 of Dreaming the Iron Dream, and I sense the frustrated actor in much of your writing, and how these talents weren’t allowed to develop. I think the Kelly Shipman story in A Mighty Fortress is reflective of this. Was there really a play about a platypus somewhere in HAC’s past? I’ve done some acting, but I’m happier writing plays, but no one wants to put them on. I’ve done a couple of historical plays that did very well in staged readings and the audience liked them a lot, but I can't impress the directors and agents, and yes, we know what persuasion they are.
I’ve also written several screenplays, although I doubt any would be made. Like you, I like stories about character, and I also am fond of the novels of Charles Brockden Brown (1771-1815), our first novelist. He has a gothic style that influenced Poe and Hawthorne, and I was overwhelmed reading his works. I adapted his Ormond, dealing with a yellow fever epidemic in Philadelphia, a girl struggling to survive poverty and sickness, and meeting the proverbial tall, dark stranger who is a member of the Illuminati, and is almost a prototype of Dracula. In Ormond, Brown talks of the Illuminati achieving control over people without their even knowing it, so they would work for the Illuminati’s agenda unconsciously. I think that’s amazing prescience for an eighteenth century writer.
Then there’s Edgar Huntly, dealing with sleepwalkers, Indians on the loose, a mysterious cave, and our young hero discovering he is a sleepwalker, and he kills then eats a panther, just in time to take on the Injuns. Read it and you’ll see how Cooper ripped off Edgar Huntly for The Last of the Mohicans. I was a finalist in a local screenwriting contest, and people liked the story, although the winner of the contest was...what else? A zombie movie.
Another screenplay of mine entered in a state contest for Missouri stories won me a three day fellowship, which was nice and we three finalists met with Bob Gale (Back to the Future), Phillip LeZebnick (Mulan), and Sandra McClearland, a writer on Touched By An Angel. I enjoy writing screenplays, but know it’s damned hard to get one made, and also that my chances are slim of favoring the tribe in L.A.
As one producer, Lawrence Bender, said to a director: "you are about to make your Bar Mitzvah movie. You are effectively going to be let into the tribe." That lets you know what little chance an outsider has. After all, the screenwriting directions MOS, meaning silence, are short for 'Mit out sound,' showing the Jew influence.
I do, however, want to write a screenplay about you. In my story, a Jewish hotshot director pisses off Hymiewood. He somehow gets locked out, and to get even, he decides to join a neo-Nazi group, build them up, and give it back to Hollywood. He’s disappointed in all the Goat dancers until he meets an HAC figure, and together they form a national movement, taking an NA like group with a few hundred members into a party of 300,000. Then Hymiewood and DC decide it’s time to call that strange little man who lives alone, waiting for that phone call. Our Jew has to decide whether to sell out this movement or be heroic.
I see it as a comedy.
Harold, you don’t have to reply. I know you’re busy, and this is just another long letter you always get, but I had to write to you, and send you some money. You’re going to need it in the coming months, and I wish you the best.
I remember an article the journalist Paul Johnson wrote about the eighties, and he referred to a painting by the Victorian Hunt called The Awakening, where a ‘fallen’ woman hears an old song and suddenly revives and is ready to give up her present life for a better one. That moment needs to come to so many white people, and the NWF is doing something. Like you keep saying, the only group doing anything.
Again, you don’t have to write back. I know you, and there’s no need to say how you agree or disagree. You have enough work to do. But I will send you 120.00 a year.