Pierce (Part Four)
Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2025 12:10 pm
Douglas Mercer
February 22 2025
Continued from Pierce (Part Three)
Intentional Communities are as American as apple pie, if not more so. What is an intentional community? It is a group of people who deliberately remove themselves from society at large, ideologically and spatially, in order to pursue some purpose of their own, almost invariably as a protest against the people whom they live among. There was Brooks Farm of course though that came a cropper rather fast; but that was just an country jaunt by effete aristocrats and, by the way, Pierce’s favorite Poe sneeringly called the ones who fomented this endeavor “Frog-Pondians” though that might have been just jealousy; after all his literary output was worth that of the entire lot of the picnickers, aside from Emerson’s Over Soul and a story or two from Hawthorne; and they were pampered and cosseted in their book lined rooms while he was living hand to mouth and mostly derelict in his cups.
When it came time to outline the founding and subsequent history of the National Alliance I asked Pierce if he considered the Alliance to be an Intentional Community. It did not surprise me that he had never heard that term, as he said when it came to the matters of the larger culture he practiced a form of willful blindness so trivial and grotesque was it.
Yes, I see what you mean. Well, we certainly have intention. Our intention is simple, to prepare the way for the coming man, the coming White World. And to withdraw, to be separate, so that we can progress along our own lines and not be deflected by the thoughts of others. Is there a danger in this? Not really. I suppose that you could say that there could be something we might miss, but we do have the internet and we keep one eye open to what’s happening. For instance they are doing some intriguing work in excavating Herculaneum and whenever I see a story about that pop up I read it avidly; or things on the genome or the migrations of the ancient peoples, or some ghost race, or anything to do with pre-history. For instance when they found Richard 3 in a car park I found that quite amusing. As for the genome when I think how hard Himmler tried to identify the racial makeup of the population it’s amazing what they could do now—just spit on a swab and that’s it. But these are needles in a vast and corrupt haystack and it's best for our people to remain unpolluted.
As far as intentional communities go, that’s for the most part a hippy thing is it not? Groups of tree huggers go out for a time to smoke their dope and have free sex? Now no one is more of a conservationist than I am, but it’s all the orientation. I saw a movie where they had Hitler come back, it’s around 2014 or so, and he reviews the various German parties and the only one he likes is the Greens. He stipulates that they have it all backward on nuclear energy but still he likes them a lot more than the bland technocrats who have the charisma of a wet noodle. At any rate it is not nearly enough to have intention, the average man has the intention to fill his belly and watch his shows. You have to have the correct intention. I asked him what that was and he smiled—the creator’s intention of course.
I told him about Burning Man and he said that was interesting. He liked that they had no monetary transactions and suggested it was sort of a Tolkien thing—but said his understanding of a rave was a group of young folk dropping ecstasy and indulging in good vibes. Radical self-reliance he liked but radical self-expression spoke only for itself. He also noted the idea of burning the man came from the Druids, that it was part of their rites, the rites of our people. So he could see that these young folk were yearning for some of the same deep and primal things that he was but actions had to be seen in the larger view—the proper mental orientation was everything. And he assured me that the Alliance was something quite different. Otherwise you end up drinking Kool Aid in a jungle.
***
We’re really going back in time now aren’t we? If you want to know about the National Alliance you have to return to Rockwell or really the Birchers. My journey in this world started in Corvallis, a fellow professor told me about a meeting of the John Birch Society and they seemed to be against communism which was a good start, so I gave it a chance. Turns out of course these guys didn’t know their backsides from their elbow—and that was if you gave them a three-day head start. A bunch of clueless nitwits is what they were, they named their group after a Baptist Missionary who was shot and bayoneted in China ten days after World War 2. I can tell you if I knew what I know now and a Christian Missionary came near my home I’d bayonet the bastard too.
They were good on some issues which is what attracted me to it—they were against civil rights, wanted to get out of the United Nations, and wanted to abolish the Federal Income Tax which Oliver told me was called the White Slave Act when it was first proposed in 1917. They also wanted to impeach Earl Warren so they were not all bad. Hell’s bell’s given what that man did over the subsequent decade he should have been shot.
But here’s the thing, they could tolerate talks about the Reds all day long but they would use mealy mouthed euphemisms about the Jews like insider conspiracy or big money conspiracy—everyone knew who they were talking about but if you can’t cross that line you will end up worthless for you fail the most basic test of truth. I did like the way they called Eisenhower a conscious agent of the Communist conspiracy, anyone who knows knows he ordered Patton’s murder and lied about the camps. And it’s funny but Goldwater--Mr. Extremism is no vice--called such rhetoric intemperate but he’s a Jew and the Jews work every angle—even the extremist one. But the thing that caused me to depart from them more than anything else was that even on Civil Rights they couched it in terms of the communists rather than a racial issue. If you can’t get down to brass tacks on that you will never solve a thing.
And then I started writing letters—its sounds so quaint doesn’t it? I wrote to anyone under the sun who I thought could help me. And I wrote one to Rockwell which proved to be the key. He was such a gracious man and he was kind enough not just to reply but to return a twelve page handwritten letter to me. That letter is the kind of thing which should be under glass at the Smithsonian but now it’s in our library—I’ll show it to you some time, it’s quite the relic.
I asked him how he became aware of Rockwell and he said everyone was, that was the advantage of his theatrical approach, always high profile and tons of attention. It’s hard to miss a man Sieg Heiling. As everyone knows Rockwell was the self-proclaimed Commander of the American Nazi Party and he always engaged in outlandish and comedic exploits to wake up the people—but I find that kind of thing is fast acting but not long lasting. And given people’s gnat like attention span is subject to the law of diminishing returns; and I was after something more durable. Of course lots of people thought his whole act was just shtick or a send up but it was never that. Someone once asked him if he meant what he said and he grew grave for a change and said he had lost a wife and children and friends over this—of course I mean it.
As far as my ideas went Rockwell did not affect me much, after you let the sunshine of My Struggle in there’s not a lot to learn. But what he did give me was the knowledge of how to print—how to do it on scale and with maximum efficiency. The National Socialist World, we both had the idea of putting out a paper at the same time so it was serendipitous in that sense. His forte was art so he did the cover lay out but the content was all mine. He had the infrastructure, he had the printing plant and the mailing list and the skilled printers. Ironically the man I learned the most from was the man who killed Rockwell, a really slimy fellow who was seething with all kinds of jealousy, when I think of all the times I worked side by side with him it’s a wonder he did not kill me too.
This man taught me all about the lithographic work, how to operate the camera and how to work with the negatives. I’m a pretty quick study so soon I was able to do it on my own. We put out the first issue on June 6 1966—I’m sure my enemies will make something of that date!—and the die was cast. My publications have transformed over time, it became Attack! and then National Vanguard which is still very much a going concern. So the fact is that from that day foreword I became a publisher—and a polemicist of rare vehemence—if I can say that about myself. Last time I checked I was the most hated man in America—which is certainly something to put on your headstone. I’d even write home to my mother about it, were she still alive.
I had never been a member of Rockwell’s Party but his death changed that. Whenever they talk about the assassinations of that time period it’s Kennedy and King but for my money Rockwell’s was more significant—he was going to run for President in 1972 you know and before his death he was coming around to my way of thinking and putting an end to the zoo. If he had got his organization on a sound footing he would have had a big impact—he was such a charismatic man and such a great speaker and he was genuinely funny---indeed, what he was most of all was extremely likeable. No one could resist his charm. And he was still such a young man—49 when he was killed—and there’s no reason the sky should not have been the limit.
Looking back on it I probably should have cut and run when he died but I felt some responsibility for the group an so they gave me a membership card and I put my John Hancock on it, a big step for me, this was the first party I had ever been a member of. But the leader of the group wanted to go on with all the German paraphernalia and soon he thought I was trying to foment a coup—when leading that party was the last thing I wanted to do. Ironically in the end my nemesis abandoned the Nazi stuff himself---but the cord had been cut.
***
We had been going on for over two hours at this point and as a journalist I dying to ask him one point I had always wondered about, the famous interview of Rockwell for Playboy. He smiled and said the first thing that it makes him think of is that he always thought that Rockwell and Hugh Hefner were dead ringers for one another, nearly dopplegangers, just had the same aura. Of course the latter was a degenerate but he always thought it odd that they were like visual twins, both with the corn cob pipe and the dashing Peck’s bad boy insouciant and nonchalant manner which seemed to say: what me worry? It was the boyish rakishness which always paired them for him though of course Rockwell for all his antics was a genuine and serious man, unlike that demented purveyor of smut.
I was there at the interview. Haley came in and asked about the guns and the security and Rockwell had to explain the fact of life to him. The article was a big to do and gave Haley his head of steam. Funny thing is that he’s the one who wrote that book they based Roots on but it turned out to be a fraud—plagiarism don’t you know which shows that even your upper class nergos steal when they get the chance. And then of course they bring in that creep Brando to slander George—Swastikas and ominous music—they made Rockwell dark and baleful, almost retarded in how he spoke, which was just vicious vicious slander. They say Brando and a French director raped a woman on a movie set and he ballooned to over 300 pounds—these people are degenerates and certainly not fit to walk a foot in my friend’s shoes.
***
I’ve never been a people person—I prefer books—and administration has never been my knack—but still, I knew that if I wanted to write I needed to do it in the context of an organization. I was watching television and man named Lou Byers came on and he had a group called the National Youth Alliance. It had started as Youth For Wallace but when that ended it became the NYA. It’s a little bit insider baseball but the NYA was started by Will Carto—a kind of journeyman jack of all trades in our circles—who then handed it over to Byers. To tell the truth it was really nothing more than a fundraising effort and I went to meet Byers and I soon learned that they were in hock to their eyeballs. But I thought it was a good concept—the country and particularly the youth were sliding down an anything goes and nothing really matters spiral and we needed to be out there to represent the other side of that. I won’t really tell you about the finances of it all but what I did was form a corporation in Virginia—and I was in business. I certainly meant business. I soon came out with a new periodical called Attack! and eventually changed the name to National Alliance. He then got up pointed out the window and he said—and the rest is history, and what you see around you, that’s the National Alliance.
***
I’ve been doing this for fifty years now and I can say without a doubt that we are the only serious and mature White Nationalist organization in America. We started out back then with Sunday Night meetings, maybe 25 to 30 people would show up, and I’d give a talk. It was all a rather small affair and in a way a bit amateurish then. But we never gave up, we never lost heart, and we started to create units in various states and we had a devolved power structure where the unit leader would be responsible for everything. I was only one man and with everything else on my hands I simply did not have time to oversee them. And we created comic books and I bought a record label dedicated to White Power music, it was not all to my taste in terms of art, but my view is everything and the kitchen sink you know, you have to reach people where they are, I did not want to toss a rock in a canyon and listen for the echo. If people are not listening they can't hear.
But most importantly we started the broadcast, Dissident Voices, and it would go out once a week, I was a regular Tom Brokaw. And National Vanguard, of course, our flagship publication, which is simply the best there is. There are other websites out there now in our circles, and I read them from time to time, with varying interest, and some of them do good work; but still there’s a timidity there, and for all the negative attention we get---and it’s been plenty—someone has to have the courage to say everything. And these other sites are strictly political in outlook—nothing religious about them. I think that’s a mistake. Anyway, he said, none of them are going to set the world on fire anytime soon.
As for the future I am about to give up the ghost, as you probably can tell. I like to think I have been of use but I don’t feel used up, that’s for sure. We have created an amazing structure here, I won’t tell you how many members we have, or what the money situation is, but our future is in good hands and we are on solid footing. I’ve always gone back and read the works of my enemies; you can learn a lot of things from them. Mao said that the victory is the greatest illusion, and that is very wise, time is always moving on. But we are ready, we have sustained a comprehensive view of life, or worldview; and we have a revolutionary infrastructure capable of sustaining revolutionary action on many fronts over a period of years and then erecting on that infrastructure a power structure of our own. And it will be done on our own timeline, and according to our own ideals, and along our own lines. We have radio broadcasting, the distribution of printed materials, internet activity, letters, meetings, recruiting and cadre building. It is most definitely what you call a going concern. But mostly what we have is an idea; and we will never lose heart.
Continued at Pierce (Part Five)
February 22 2025
Continued from Pierce (Part Three)
Intentional Communities are as American as apple pie, if not more so. What is an intentional community? It is a group of people who deliberately remove themselves from society at large, ideologically and spatially, in order to pursue some purpose of their own, almost invariably as a protest against the people whom they live among. There was Brooks Farm of course though that came a cropper rather fast; but that was just an country jaunt by effete aristocrats and, by the way, Pierce’s favorite Poe sneeringly called the ones who fomented this endeavor “Frog-Pondians” though that might have been just jealousy; after all his literary output was worth that of the entire lot of the picnickers, aside from Emerson’s Over Soul and a story or two from Hawthorne; and they were pampered and cosseted in their book lined rooms while he was living hand to mouth and mostly derelict in his cups.
When it came time to outline the founding and subsequent history of the National Alliance I asked Pierce if he considered the Alliance to be an Intentional Community. It did not surprise me that he had never heard that term, as he said when it came to the matters of the larger culture he practiced a form of willful blindness so trivial and grotesque was it.
Yes, I see what you mean. Well, we certainly have intention. Our intention is simple, to prepare the way for the coming man, the coming White World. And to withdraw, to be separate, so that we can progress along our own lines and not be deflected by the thoughts of others. Is there a danger in this? Not really. I suppose that you could say that there could be something we might miss, but we do have the internet and we keep one eye open to what’s happening. For instance they are doing some intriguing work in excavating Herculaneum and whenever I see a story about that pop up I read it avidly; or things on the genome or the migrations of the ancient peoples, or some ghost race, or anything to do with pre-history. For instance when they found Richard 3 in a car park I found that quite amusing. As for the genome when I think how hard Himmler tried to identify the racial makeup of the population it’s amazing what they could do now—just spit on a swab and that’s it. But these are needles in a vast and corrupt haystack and it's best for our people to remain unpolluted.
As far as intentional communities go, that’s for the most part a hippy thing is it not? Groups of tree huggers go out for a time to smoke their dope and have free sex? Now no one is more of a conservationist than I am, but it’s all the orientation. I saw a movie where they had Hitler come back, it’s around 2014 or so, and he reviews the various German parties and the only one he likes is the Greens. He stipulates that they have it all backward on nuclear energy but still he likes them a lot more than the bland technocrats who have the charisma of a wet noodle. At any rate it is not nearly enough to have intention, the average man has the intention to fill his belly and watch his shows. You have to have the correct intention. I asked him what that was and he smiled—the creator’s intention of course.
I told him about Burning Man and he said that was interesting. He liked that they had no monetary transactions and suggested it was sort of a Tolkien thing—but said his understanding of a rave was a group of young folk dropping ecstasy and indulging in good vibes. Radical self-reliance he liked but radical self-expression spoke only for itself. He also noted the idea of burning the man came from the Druids, that it was part of their rites, the rites of our people. So he could see that these young folk were yearning for some of the same deep and primal things that he was but actions had to be seen in the larger view—the proper mental orientation was everything. And he assured me that the Alliance was something quite different. Otherwise you end up drinking Kool Aid in a jungle.
***
We’re really going back in time now aren’t we? If you want to know about the National Alliance you have to return to Rockwell or really the Birchers. My journey in this world started in Corvallis, a fellow professor told me about a meeting of the John Birch Society and they seemed to be against communism which was a good start, so I gave it a chance. Turns out of course these guys didn’t know their backsides from their elbow—and that was if you gave them a three-day head start. A bunch of clueless nitwits is what they were, they named their group after a Baptist Missionary who was shot and bayoneted in China ten days after World War 2. I can tell you if I knew what I know now and a Christian Missionary came near my home I’d bayonet the bastard too.
They were good on some issues which is what attracted me to it—they were against civil rights, wanted to get out of the United Nations, and wanted to abolish the Federal Income Tax which Oliver told me was called the White Slave Act when it was first proposed in 1917. They also wanted to impeach Earl Warren so they were not all bad. Hell’s bell’s given what that man did over the subsequent decade he should have been shot.
But here’s the thing, they could tolerate talks about the Reds all day long but they would use mealy mouthed euphemisms about the Jews like insider conspiracy or big money conspiracy—everyone knew who they were talking about but if you can’t cross that line you will end up worthless for you fail the most basic test of truth. I did like the way they called Eisenhower a conscious agent of the Communist conspiracy, anyone who knows knows he ordered Patton’s murder and lied about the camps. And it’s funny but Goldwater--Mr. Extremism is no vice--called such rhetoric intemperate but he’s a Jew and the Jews work every angle—even the extremist one. But the thing that caused me to depart from them more than anything else was that even on Civil Rights they couched it in terms of the communists rather than a racial issue. If you can’t get down to brass tacks on that you will never solve a thing.
And then I started writing letters—its sounds so quaint doesn’t it? I wrote to anyone under the sun who I thought could help me. And I wrote one to Rockwell which proved to be the key. He was such a gracious man and he was kind enough not just to reply but to return a twelve page handwritten letter to me. That letter is the kind of thing which should be under glass at the Smithsonian but now it’s in our library—I’ll show it to you some time, it’s quite the relic.
I asked him how he became aware of Rockwell and he said everyone was, that was the advantage of his theatrical approach, always high profile and tons of attention. It’s hard to miss a man Sieg Heiling. As everyone knows Rockwell was the self-proclaimed Commander of the American Nazi Party and he always engaged in outlandish and comedic exploits to wake up the people—but I find that kind of thing is fast acting but not long lasting. And given people’s gnat like attention span is subject to the law of diminishing returns; and I was after something more durable. Of course lots of people thought his whole act was just shtick or a send up but it was never that. Someone once asked him if he meant what he said and he grew grave for a change and said he had lost a wife and children and friends over this—of course I mean it.
As far as my ideas went Rockwell did not affect me much, after you let the sunshine of My Struggle in there’s not a lot to learn. But what he did give me was the knowledge of how to print—how to do it on scale and with maximum efficiency. The National Socialist World, we both had the idea of putting out a paper at the same time so it was serendipitous in that sense. His forte was art so he did the cover lay out but the content was all mine. He had the infrastructure, he had the printing plant and the mailing list and the skilled printers. Ironically the man I learned the most from was the man who killed Rockwell, a really slimy fellow who was seething with all kinds of jealousy, when I think of all the times I worked side by side with him it’s a wonder he did not kill me too.
This man taught me all about the lithographic work, how to operate the camera and how to work with the negatives. I’m a pretty quick study so soon I was able to do it on my own. We put out the first issue on June 6 1966—I’m sure my enemies will make something of that date!—and the die was cast. My publications have transformed over time, it became Attack! and then National Vanguard which is still very much a going concern. So the fact is that from that day foreword I became a publisher—and a polemicist of rare vehemence—if I can say that about myself. Last time I checked I was the most hated man in America—which is certainly something to put on your headstone. I’d even write home to my mother about it, were she still alive.
I had never been a member of Rockwell’s Party but his death changed that. Whenever they talk about the assassinations of that time period it’s Kennedy and King but for my money Rockwell’s was more significant—he was going to run for President in 1972 you know and before his death he was coming around to my way of thinking and putting an end to the zoo. If he had got his organization on a sound footing he would have had a big impact—he was such a charismatic man and such a great speaker and he was genuinely funny---indeed, what he was most of all was extremely likeable. No one could resist his charm. And he was still such a young man—49 when he was killed—and there’s no reason the sky should not have been the limit.
Looking back on it I probably should have cut and run when he died but I felt some responsibility for the group an so they gave me a membership card and I put my John Hancock on it, a big step for me, this was the first party I had ever been a member of. But the leader of the group wanted to go on with all the German paraphernalia and soon he thought I was trying to foment a coup—when leading that party was the last thing I wanted to do. Ironically in the end my nemesis abandoned the Nazi stuff himself---but the cord had been cut.
***
We had been going on for over two hours at this point and as a journalist I dying to ask him one point I had always wondered about, the famous interview of Rockwell for Playboy. He smiled and said the first thing that it makes him think of is that he always thought that Rockwell and Hugh Hefner were dead ringers for one another, nearly dopplegangers, just had the same aura. Of course the latter was a degenerate but he always thought it odd that they were like visual twins, both with the corn cob pipe and the dashing Peck’s bad boy insouciant and nonchalant manner which seemed to say: what me worry? It was the boyish rakishness which always paired them for him though of course Rockwell for all his antics was a genuine and serious man, unlike that demented purveyor of smut.
I was there at the interview. Haley came in and asked about the guns and the security and Rockwell had to explain the fact of life to him. The article was a big to do and gave Haley his head of steam. Funny thing is that he’s the one who wrote that book they based Roots on but it turned out to be a fraud—plagiarism don’t you know which shows that even your upper class nergos steal when they get the chance. And then of course they bring in that creep Brando to slander George—Swastikas and ominous music—they made Rockwell dark and baleful, almost retarded in how he spoke, which was just vicious vicious slander. They say Brando and a French director raped a woman on a movie set and he ballooned to over 300 pounds—these people are degenerates and certainly not fit to walk a foot in my friend’s shoes.
***
I’ve never been a people person—I prefer books—and administration has never been my knack—but still, I knew that if I wanted to write I needed to do it in the context of an organization. I was watching television and man named Lou Byers came on and he had a group called the National Youth Alliance. It had started as Youth For Wallace but when that ended it became the NYA. It’s a little bit insider baseball but the NYA was started by Will Carto—a kind of journeyman jack of all trades in our circles—who then handed it over to Byers. To tell the truth it was really nothing more than a fundraising effort and I went to meet Byers and I soon learned that they were in hock to their eyeballs. But I thought it was a good concept—the country and particularly the youth were sliding down an anything goes and nothing really matters spiral and we needed to be out there to represent the other side of that. I won’t really tell you about the finances of it all but what I did was form a corporation in Virginia—and I was in business. I certainly meant business. I soon came out with a new periodical called Attack! and eventually changed the name to National Alliance. He then got up pointed out the window and he said—and the rest is history, and what you see around you, that’s the National Alliance.
***
I’ve been doing this for fifty years now and I can say without a doubt that we are the only serious and mature White Nationalist organization in America. We started out back then with Sunday Night meetings, maybe 25 to 30 people would show up, and I’d give a talk. It was all a rather small affair and in a way a bit amateurish then. But we never gave up, we never lost heart, and we started to create units in various states and we had a devolved power structure where the unit leader would be responsible for everything. I was only one man and with everything else on my hands I simply did not have time to oversee them. And we created comic books and I bought a record label dedicated to White Power music, it was not all to my taste in terms of art, but my view is everything and the kitchen sink you know, you have to reach people where they are, I did not want to toss a rock in a canyon and listen for the echo. If people are not listening they can't hear.
But most importantly we started the broadcast, Dissident Voices, and it would go out once a week, I was a regular Tom Brokaw. And National Vanguard, of course, our flagship publication, which is simply the best there is. There are other websites out there now in our circles, and I read them from time to time, with varying interest, and some of them do good work; but still there’s a timidity there, and for all the negative attention we get---and it’s been plenty—someone has to have the courage to say everything. And these other sites are strictly political in outlook—nothing religious about them. I think that’s a mistake. Anyway, he said, none of them are going to set the world on fire anytime soon.
As for the future I am about to give up the ghost, as you probably can tell. I like to think I have been of use but I don’t feel used up, that’s for sure. We have created an amazing structure here, I won’t tell you how many members we have, or what the money situation is, but our future is in good hands and we are on solid footing. I’ve always gone back and read the works of my enemies; you can learn a lot of things from them. Mao said that the victory is the greatest illusion, and that is very wise, time is always moving on. But we are ready, we have sustained a comprehensive view of life, or worldview; and we have a revolutionary infrastructure capable of sustaining revolutionary action on many fronts over a period of years and then erecting on that infrastructure a power structure of our own. And it will be done on our own timeline, and according to our own ideals, and along our own lines. We have radio broadcasting, the distribution of printed materials, internet activity, letters, meetings, recruiting and cadre building. It is most definitely what you call a going concern. But mostly what we have is an idea; and we will never lose heart.
Continued at Pierce (Part Five)
