Douglas Mercer
February 22 2025
Continued from Pierce (Part Four)
I love this country, you know—and it used to be damn good country, don’t let anybody tell you any different. I remember as a kid learning all about our heroes and it just thrilled me, the drama of it all. Bunker Hill and all that—it was the shot heard round the world! But you know I’m going on ninety now and when I look around sometimes when I’m down I think it will just all go up in smoke. When I think of my role as an educator—and that’s the title I’m most proud of—I think of the stories we tell ourselves, the stories we tell our children, the stories we pass on to the future, they are all that we have. They are the repository you know, a kind of lore of the heritage, the history, the deeds of our forebears; and when I read the news now it’s so depressing, these article about roadside markers about our history being taken down, of the names of schools being changed, and how many statues have been toppled? It’s been a veritable crime spree. And what does anyone do about it? Perhaps speak up a bit but then just shrug their shoulders and watch and do nothing.
At the National Vanguard we have had some fine article about this, which is good, at least there is an accurate record. In the future we will all need to remember what has been happening and we need to learn that as a people we need not to be ashamed of our past but to celebrate it. Did you know last year was the 400th anniversary of Plymouth Rock, we should have been having festivals all year round to commemorate it but what did you get? Nothing. Tumbleweeds blowing through as they say, or crickets. And don’t believe that bit about how a people who forget their past is condemned to repeat it—no, it’s destined to die. Hell, we forded the rivers, we shot through the passes, went overland in wagons on the trails, and we killed the Indians—Jefferson called them merciless savages—and you know what they do now? They have these things called Land Acknowledgments where they stand up at meetings and apologize for it all.
So said William Pierce. I had asked him about American history, and I can say that in all our time together it was this conversation which turned a page for me. First off, he had a rapid-fire knowledge of it all and as his words tumbled the one over the other I was almost hypnotized by the depth and the breadth. He was so sure, he spoke as if from some iron and bedrock conviction which was so disconcerting to me. But what worried me most is that one after the other he would tell me of things I had never heard or dreamed of, things which were certainly true and certainly important, but had completely fallen out of historical memory.
For instance we all know about Lindbergh but who knows the tale of Elizabeth Dilling and the women who opposed our entry into the Second World War? And he had so many of these facts at his disposal and I asked him about it—he said that was right, you are what passes these days for an average educated upper class American and yet you wallow in ignorance, I say it with all due respect. He asked me what I knew about Jesse Owen and the 1936 Olympics; when I told him that Hitler had snubbed him he said no. Not true. And if I did not know that what else did I not know? And, more important, who was it that implanted that false memory in my brain? That was the key question. He then said that some of the younger members from time to time bring in movies and if he has the time he will watch them. There was one called They Live, sort of an alien invasion story and the aliens imitate humans (he saw this as a metaphor for the Jews though he is sure the director is a lily livered liberal). He said they don’t do it as pods like in other films, but they just become human, but there are glasses you can wear and see what is real, you can see who the aliens are and you are immune to their propaganda. He said it was not half bad as a parable, and that the proper study of history was like that but you didn’t need glasses--just a brain that you are willing and able to use. They really should have called it They See.
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If you want to talk about America the first thing you have to notice is it was we who brought the negros in. That was the big money men in London and Amsterdam (a lot of them Jews by the way) you can be sure the common man wanted no part of them. Anyway, they certainly did not swim here and never would have got here under their own steam. Was it a crime? Maybe it was maybe it was not, I don’t get my nose too out of joint about that. What it really was was an act of pure folly, a real blunder, and a great tragedy for our people. In hindsight we could have survived the Jews alone or the negros alone but the combination was fatal. What Did Ezra Pound say: always the kike behind the nigger—but he was in a madhouse, right?
I’ve always wondered about the phrase “the pursuit of happiness.” It seems out of place, so much like the Me Generation in the 1970s who were just doing their own thing, something a light headed hippy would say as she took the next dose. But by god there it is right there in our founding document. It’s certainly nothing to base a country on, but then neither is equality. And then when Lincoln came along and said our country was dedicated to the proposition that all men are created that was the nail in the coffin. And when you hear a statement like that you have to scratch you head and wonder what the man was smoking.
No doubt that by this time Pierce was on a roll and I stopped him and interjected that he realized that everything he was saying was the exact opposite of what was, well, tried and true?
Sure I realize it, I base my world view on it. Thank you for noticing. He asked me if I knew what song the British Army’s band played when they surrendered at Yorktown in 1781 and I told him no. He said: The World Turned Upside Down. By rights it should be our National Anthem. We lost some 600,000 White men in the Civil War, White men in the prime of life, and how many descendants would they have had? And for what? To free the nergo? Hell, technology would have taken care of that in twenty years but according to Lincoln we had to pay in blood by the sword for every bit of blood inflicted by the lash, or something like that. We are paying alright. And then when it is was all over they made a damn near Carthaginian Peace in the South and put the black man in Congress. Eventually the White man got fed up with black rule but ninety years later the whole caste system unraveled. Hell, after he got shot even that dwarf Wallace groveled in front of black power. And to think I voted for the guy!
The most important event in American History was the assassination of Czar Nicholas 2. You were talking about contrarian views—but let me explain. You see, the Czar had bent over backwards to give concession after concession to the Jews and how do they repay him? They kill him! And what happens next is some average Russians who have had it up to here with the Jews take some revenge. Not that much, really, but by then the Jews own the newspaper and the cables and they wildly exaggerate what was happening, so naturally all hell breaks loose and the sob sisters in England and America have a field day.
What does this have to do with us? Remember that poem The New Colossus? Hell, by now you’d think it was Holy Writ. Well that was written at the time and so a great wave of sympathy goes out—and between 1880 and 1920 some 2 million Jews from the East come to New York. Look at it this way, just look at all the miscreants we have had: Lenny Bruce, Alan Ginsberg, Leonard Bernstein, Bob Dylan, Norman Mailer—the list is endless, trace that family tree back and you’ll find they came from that wave of immigration. One of my younger colleagues told me that “Grandparents came from Lithuania, moved to New York” should now be on the Great Seal Of America. By the way you know that the word Kike was invented by the Jews that were already here—they were Sephardic—and when they saw those unwashed masses disembark in New York with their hats and their greasy locks snarling their wicked Yiddish their eyes goggled. They barely knew that such people still existed—it was like out of their grandparent’s folk tales.
I read this fact once that the racial makeup of the 1924 Congress was identical to that of the Continental congress of 1774—apart from a few Jews. Well, that’s one hell of a caveat! After we spoke the other day I went back and looked at a clip of Brando playing Rockwell—it was even viler than I remembered—and in it they have Brando mention Boas, and the negro—that guy who was the voice of Darth Vader by the way I’ve been told—says that the genetic equality of the races has been proved equal time and again. Do they think we are children? Yes, is the answer to that. But it was Boas and that other little creep Celler who ended what they called the Nordic Spell. Well it was some spell, it only built the entire world. It certainly wasn't black magic. And from that to a black woman on television gyrating in—what do they call it—a twerk well, it's a straight line. If you think it’s more complicated than that you have another thing coming.
We took a break for a while and I told him it amazed me he could do it all from memory. He said it was not all that hard that when you concentrate you can come up with anything. He told me that we should take a walk around the property and as we did I asked him if he was at all optimistic about the future. He looked at me like I had three eyes and said of course he was, despite what he had said earlier. He said the White race was back on its heels a bit right now, but given the massive attacks that had been made on us it was remarkable how strong we were. He told me how when Napoleon invaded the Russians just kept retreating and retreating and what looked like surrender was really them luring their enemies in. And then when the time came they just set Moscow on fire and gave Napoleon a big basket of nothing. No, he said the White race is strong, I know it in my bones. I see it with my eyes. Back in the 1990s when Political Correctness broke out the conservatives said pay it no mind, it was so loony and loopy, it will blow over. Well, it did not. But history never repeats itself, it does not even rhyme, and I think we may well now be at the nadir. At some point people will wake up, they won’t start singing the praises of the Anglo-Saxons, but the low hanging fruit of this nonsense will be washed away. It won’t be everything, but it will be enough.
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He told me he wanted to be sure to mention McCarthy and how everything he alleged was verifiably true. Hell, it was even worse than he said. I was embarrassed that I had never heard of the Venona Cables and he said he assumed I had not heard of a lot of things, it was signs of a misspent youth. He said the problem with Joseph McCarthy was that he was a drunkard and loudmouth and an egotist and he shot his mouth off about things which, though true, he could not prove. And that what he should have done is clam up and do his research. But he said that his organization had been watching and learning and knew more than enough to keep its powder dry. Keep it secret, keep it safe he said. And strike when the time is ripe.
When we were back in his office and I had my recorder going he asked me if there was anything special I wanted him to talk about. Yes, I said, why don’t you talk about the 1960s, the counter-culture and all that. He said that was too well known and had been done to death—but he would single out the case of marriage and race mixing. Back in 1924 Virginia, where he had lived for so long, passed something called the Racial Integrity Act. I like the way those men just said something plain and made no bones about it. You speak of race and integrity today you’ll have the FBI giving you a legal colonoscopy. Then in the early 1960s a White man in Virginia wanted to marry a black woman and once word got out when the woman wrote to Robert Kennedy that little sneak sent the case over to the Jewish (excuse me, the American) Civil Liberties Union. And don’t you know two Jewish lawyers take up the case and it’s a great victory for freedom, or so they think. For most people this is just an afterthought but it just goes to show you how far along the road to perdition we are that people see it, if they see it at all, as just a basic assertion of what they call rights, when what it is in fact is a catastrophe.
You asked me to speak about the 1960s but let’s move forward to the 1990s or even just a bit earlier. You remember all that hey ho hey ho Western Civ has got to go minstrel patter by that simpleton Jesse Jackson? Well, it seemed like a joke at the time, but it was the business end of Jewish ideology. And what about Dead White Males? That phrase became fashionable and they got Homer and Shakespeare out of the courses at the elite schools, replaced them with Maya Angelou or some other nobody, it’s what they now call de-colonizing the curriculum. Only in America as I always say--you can’t make this stuff up.
And once the 1990s came around you had so called Political Correctness, which supposedly was a way to have people be sensitive but was really just a way to constrict what could be said in public. Not that anyone was all too courageous even if they could be. You had Pat Buchanan beating around the bush but the number of times he said the word White you can count on a few fingers. Hell, even that old Presidential toady Arthur Schlesinger wrote a book warning of the perils of mass immigration but of course it was all couched in terms of culture and civic harmony. There was also some professor, from Harvard, a big wheel, I forget his name, who wrote some decent things about how if Spain had landed in Virginia we’d be Mexico now, but that’s about as far as he got. These were not profiles in courage, either that or it was a lack of clear vision.
Remember in 1992 when they celebrated Columbus? It should have been an outpouring of jubilation but the whole thing was contested, for a stunt they even had some people made up as squaws and chiefs paddle canoes among the ships in New York Harbor, as if the people of New York wanted nothing more than to chuck their sharp shoes and high rises, slip on some moccasins and live in a tee pee. You know we bought Manhattan for 24 dollars from the Indians and sometimes when I think of the vile moral smut that comes out of that city I’m pretty sure we got ripped off,
But the coup de grace was when that old slag hound Bill Clinton went to Oregon—I think it was 1997—and told the young students, nearly all of whom were White, that we were embarking on the third great American revolution. The first he said was the founding and the second the civil war, but this third one was to be even more momentous. He said that we were on the cusp of becoming a non-European nation. And the White students, what did they do? They cheered! They stood up en masse and applauded. They went stark raving mad for the extinction of their lines. Someone really should have broken out the band and played The World Turned Upside Down. I can tell you that if Clinton had pulled that in Oregon when I was there the students would have rioted—and that cohort was no great shakes, let me tell you, I was there.
And that was really it he told me. My education in American History was now complete, it was all I needed to know. Everything else is commentary. He said he’d get to Obama and Trump later, but he had to go out for something, he did not tell me what. But before he left he said that he supposed I now wanted to hear about Turner and how he had become the Big Bad Wolf of the world—the scary monster of history who keeps them up at night writing ill-conceived screeds. Indeed I did I said, I would like nothing more.
Continued at Pierce (Part Six)
