Douglas Mercer
October 28 2024
Don’t ever think that a small band of men cannot change the world, in fact it’s the only thing that ever has.
Minutemen were members of the organized New England colonial militia companies trained in weaponry, tactics, and military strategies during the American Revolutionary War. They were famous for being ready at a minute's notice, hence the name. Minutemen provided a highly mobile, rapidly deployed force that enabled the colonies to respond immediately to military threats. They were an evolution from the prior colonial rapid-response units and with their make it happen attitude and never give a quarter ethos they were among the first to fight in the American Revolution. Their teams constituted about a quarter of the entire militia. They were generally younger, more mobile, and less beholden to tired fighting theories, and their fighting spirit and implacable will in the service of a cause formed the backbone of ultimate victory.
When the falling of the Murrah building was broadcast on television Sam Francis was watching along with an opened mouthed crowd in an American newsroom. As others could not believe their eyes and were overcome with emotion Francis simply said aloud to no one in particular: so it begins.
It was said at the time of the first Gulf War that there were only two groups which wanted this war: the IDF and its amen corner in the American Senate. This echoed Charles Lindbergh’s assertion in 1941 that there were only three groups who desired our entry into the Second World War: The British Government, the Roosevelt Administration and the Jews, the first two being owned lock, stock, and barrel by the third.
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Ruby Ridge was the site of an 11-day police standoff in in 1992 in Boundary County, Idaho, near Naples. It began on August 21 1992, when deputies of the United States Marshals Service (USMS) initiated action to apprehend and arrest Randy Weaver under a bench warrant after his failure to appear on firearms charges.
In the book The Turner Diaries the aptly named Cohen Act was aimed at barring White people from owning guns. After the federal government has confiscated all White civilian firearms in the country under the Cohen Act, Turner and his colleagues take their movement underground to wage a guerilla war against what he The System, a loose network of America's most powerful institutions of government, media, society and finance, which are depicted as all being led by Jews.
The term Old Fighter (Alter Kampfer) was a National Socialist coinage referring to the brave and stalwart men who had been with the movement from the beginning and had fought tooth and claw for its advancement amidst terrible persecution and suffering; and who were sacramentalized with flags dipped in blood called blood banners; usually seen in opposition to March Violets the fly by night opportunists who joined the group after it was obvious that victory was already in the offing.
Weaver refused to surrender and remained at home with his family and friend Kevin Harris. The Hostage Rescue Team of the Federal Bureau Of Investigation (FBI HRT) became involved as the siege developed. During the Marshals Service reconnoiter of the Weaver property, six Marshals encountered Harris, and Randy's 14-year-old son, Sammy Weaver, in the woods near the family cabin. A shootout took place. Marshals shot the Weavers' dog Striker, then shot Sammy Weaver in the back as he ran away, killing him. During the firefight, Harris shot Deputy U.S. Marshal, William Francis Degan, in the chest, resulting in Degan's death.
Randy Weaver was a man with good and solid race instincts who was led astray by the fantasies of Jewish madmen. As such he is a hero or ours but also an object lesson in how all of our thought and ideology must be pure and unalloyed; as old fighters we know nothing less.
Partially as a result of reading the 1978 book The Late Great Planet Earth, the Weavers began to harbor more Christian fundamentalist beliefs, with Vicki believing that the apocalypse was imminent. To follow Vicki's vision of her family surviving the apocalypse away from what they saw as a corrupt civilization, the Weaver family moved to a 20-acre (8.1-hectare) property in remote Boundary, in 1983 and built a cabin there. They paid $5,000 in cash ($13,000 in 2023) and traded their moving truck for the land, valued at $500 an acre.
Weaver testified about his racial beliefs before a U.S. Senate Judiciary subcommittee in 1995, saying, I'm not a hateful racist as most people understand it. But I believe in the separation of races. We wanted to be separated from the rest of the world, to live in a remote area, to give our children a good place to grow up.
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Around great men legends accrue like flights of angels to the immortals; Pierce gives off an amiable, rumpled impression—a gaunt and gangly six feet four, a laconic hard-eyed man; wearing wire-rim glasses and denim jacket, the former physicist looks as if he had been up all night scribbling equations on the magnetic effects of solid-state physics, his former specialty; that is he was one of those rawboned and rangy American men who built this country form the ground up; giving off the impression that he is an abstract Professor but harboring within him that soul of iron steel which is cold and hard and clear seeing.
They say that once a doubter queried him what would happen to the race traitors and race strangers once Victory occurred; smiling at the question he lifted his hand in the air and mimed a trigger clicking and a trigger motion, perhaps for effect, perhaps not, the doubter would never know; but to send a chill through your enemy’s spines never hurt anyone; no doubt this left the doubter in some intended perplexity as to the sincerity of this and the glint and gleam of the man’s eyes were sly and wry but inside nothing but an unsmiling and implacable will was present. His biographer said that there was an air of menace about Pierce; that he would put nothing past him.
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William Pierce was born on September 11, 1933 in Atlanta, Georgia. He was the first child in his family, having a single sibling, a brother. When Pierce was eight years old, his father, an insurance salesman, was struck and killed by an automobile. Pierce had to help his mother make ends meet as a child, and he later claimed that these hard times helped him to develop a tough, self-motivating attitude that greatly influenced his development: I think this external discipline; this external control — being forced over a long period of time to do things I didn’t want to do but that were necessary to do — helped me develop self-discipline. A lot of children these days never learn that. It’s amazing how many adults can’t do that. They can’t stick at a job they don’t want to do.
That Pierce was born on September 11 is a matter of entwined fate but what that fate was was not revealed until sixty-eight years later. The significance of it was that September 11 is now a high dudgeon day for self-styled patriots whom Pierce was to expose as frauds and turncoats, he being a true patriot, a race patriot; there being no other kind. The day for us is a sacred one in our calendar and the tepid and misplaced speeches which occur at the other commemorations only serve to remind us of his greatness.
The America that William Pierce was born into (in the fateful year of 1933) was a country that from a birds-eye view was still hale and whole but to the more sentient cracks and fissures were apparent; the most evil man to have ever walked the planet had been installed as President some six months before he was born (just as the downing of the Twin Towers happened ten months before he died), a man who would insinuate the Jews into the highest echelons of our government, a position that they have not retreated from to this day.
As Adolf Hitler said America had become half Jew and half Negro, but still from the perspective of the day one might have held out hope, however vain that hope proved to be. In fact it was the Jew caused Depression which shook and rattled the American spirit, so much so that Madison Grant’s new book about the White race conquering the continent (1934) was unheralded as it was said no one wanted that kind of thing spoken about amidst so much suffering. Having come from salt of the earth people Pierce was the heir to a social and cultural capital of iron discipline and hard work which survived the time of decadence and held him ever after in good stead. His country was not so lucky.
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Timothy McVeigh was born on April 23, 1968, in Lockport, New York, the only son and the second of three children of his Irish American parents, Noreen Hill and William McVeigh. In 1866, McVeigh's great-great-grandfather Edward McVeigh emigrated from Ireland and settled in Niagara County. After McVeigh's parents divorced when he was ten years old, he was raised by his father in Pendleton New York.
The America that McVeigh was born into was roiling in civilizational insanity; negro worship had fast become state policy and the Jews were in the throes of destroying everything which had made this country great in the first place. The year his parents divorced (1978) was the high tide of that kind of sundering and renders his upbringing typical of the lack of mores of the time (the so-called latch key generation).
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Born to a family of Scotch-Irish and English descent Pierce was a descendant of Thomas H Watts, the governor of Alabama and Attorney General of the Confederate States Of America during the civil war. He graduated from high school in 1952 and he went on to receive a bachelor's degree in physics from Rice University in 1955 as well as a doctorate from the University of Colorado at Boulder in 1962.
He became an assistant professor of physics at the Oregon State University in that same year. In 1965, he left his tenure at Oregon State University and became a senior researcher for the aerospace manufacturer Pratt & Whitney in Connecticut. In 1966, Pierce moved to the Washington DC area and became an associate of George Lincoln Rockwell who was assassinated in 1967. Pierce became the co-founder of the National Youth Alliance which split in 1974, with Pierce founding the National Alliance.
They say that Pierce wanted to be an astronaut and a crew-cutted picture of him shows him to be just of their ilk, a steely eyed man of titanic iron discipline who could have literally made it among the stars—but his eyes were bad, though his inner vision of the future always remained unimpaired. His background in physics always served him well, his methodical nature and his precision thinking were hallmarks of his writing style; and note how his employment at Pratt Whitney shows how easily he could have slipped into the industrial web of the machine and enriched himself—had he been a less thoughtful or a more complacent man. But then he was most certainly not of that ilk, and when great nature wants to it can create a warrior—but it does so one at a time.
Pierce was that rarest of things, a man who stood on principles even when massive opprobrium met those principles, he reveled in swimming upstream against the tide for the truth’s sake, and he was a man who put his money where his mouth was and stayed true to himself and to his people and his people’s cause. Certainly, life in the heart of suburban Connecticut could be seen to be more comfortable than the lonely wilds of West Virginia patiently writing and organizing and building; but then something in the early 1960s changed Pierce. He began to see through hard won yet bitter experience that the nostalgia clad world of his childhood was no more---that Jews and Negros and enemies of the White race were creating Civil Rights and open Immigration and White America in the name of tolerance was baring its neck for the knife.
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McVeigh is described as being a very shy and withdrawn adolescent, one of the lost wallflower youth; he took up computers and took on the external trappings of that seminal eighties figure: the hacker nerd. His grandfather taught him how to shoot he began to read the magazine Soldier Of Fortune, a periodical dedicated to issues of conventional war, low intensity war, and counter insurgency.
As he became obsessed with guns he naturally became concomitantly obsessed with the issue of gun rights—something which made the Cohen Act in Pierce’s book resonate with him so strongly. Today a young man like this might wonder if the Army really served the kind of interests he had but in 1988 it was subsumed in traditional patriotism though, to his credit, he was swiftly disabused of such vulgar pretense.
He joined the Army in 1988 focusing in his spare time with sniper tactics, explosives, and firearms in general, or as we have come to call it, basic training for the war ahead. They say McVeigh went to a Klan rally where he picked up a White Power t-shirt; apparently the Klan were ironically skewering the fact that the Army let black men have Black Power shirts, a lacerating distinction that the Army met with deaf ears.
At some point McVeigh became interested in survivalism indicating an understanding of the dire nature of the present reality; in the Army McVeigh proved an excellent solider: Bronze Star Medal, National Defense Service Medal, Southwest Asia Service Medal, Army Service Ribbon, Kuwait Liberation Medal; he was also such an excellent shot that he decapitated a man from 1100 yards away; it would not take him long to realize that he had been fighting for the wrong cause.
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Once at the helm of the National Alliance William Pierce began the long slow process of building it into an ideological fighting force capable of serving the cause of his people; he began to host a weekly radio host called American Dissident Voices; put out a publication called Attack! Pierce also supported Resistance Records from its inception and purchased it outright in 1999.
It was during this long building process of organization and discipline that Pierce developed what he would come to consider his piece de resistance, the concept which would overarch and tie together all of the various components of his relentless activity and ferocious ideology namely the natural religion he came to call Cosmotheism. This was the belief that the cosmos was created and the creator’s purpose was its own self-realization trough the auspices and auguring of human beings, most specifically the Aryan Race.
At the time of his death all of his hard and tireless work had paid off and he was bringing money in hand over fist, over a million dollars per year; by other criteria it was an all-American success story, right out of Ben Franklin’s playbook, the entrepreneurial wizard succeeding by dint of his sheer force of determination. By others though this misses the mark; Pierce was a selfless man who worked for the race, and enriching himself was the last thing on his mind. He had built that most formidable and fearsome of things: the family, the group, the community, the people; one should never doubt that a small group of people can change the world; in fact it is the only thing that ever does.
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As befits a man of his day and time who is souring on the lies wrought by the propaganda foisted on us by Jews Timothy McVeigh started out on the issues of taxes; so did the generation of the American Revolution but he soon came to see this a merely a symptom and the disease which was more entrenched; as a teenager McVeigh had had a dream of defending America from attack; as he entered civilian life he wondered if it needed to be attacked, which is, as they say, a horse of another color and a clarity of vision.
Despite what others considered his heroics in the war McVeigh found little to celebrate about it; but the daily grind, the twittering of society, had become intolerable for him; he began to take the time for a number of things which had not been important for him before; he had begun that fateful long and slow, and often bitter, process or radicalization, a process which anyone who has undergone it knows there is no end to and as new information comes in one must become even more radical still.
He looked into belonging to groups like the KKK but soon found out the truth that William Pierce adumbrated: our movement does not need or have time for losers and freaks and hobbyists who shout out 1488 and have beer bellies and like the buzz of giving a Roman salute to a camera or the false high of some meaningless skirmishes on the streets; it needs men of only the highest and sound moral caliber prepared to undergo privation for the blood.
He mused about the death of the American Dream, a fantasy by then; America is in decline he concluded wondering if it might not become necessary to shed blood in the matter; he became obsessed by Ruby Ridge and then Waco in turn; he soon realized that the machine had become so odious that bodies needed to be tossed on the gears until we are free. He then spoke the truth about warfare: we do not write the rules of engagement, the rules are written by the aggressor though they are careful never to write them down; and, as the Anglo-Saxons have always said all is fair in both love and war; and what goes around comes around, invariably.
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And wedged in their somewhere was one of those fateful Appointment in Samaria scenarios when he called William Pierce (the courtly elder statesman and undisputed intellectual godfather of the White resistance) having been intrigued by him, something which is known to be the beginning of wisdom; he did not connect but left a message; had he united with Pierce’s movement there is no telling what a man like McVeigh, properly disciplined and ideologically instructed, could have accomplished; a man with his intelligence and dedication and military skills and obvious commitment would have been of inordinate purpose to The Order.
At the time of the Blast he was evolving ideologically and would have made it all the way had he been far seeing and patient; and he made a mistake of tactics and it is never the crime that concerns us but the blunder. McVeigh began to develop a plan, eventually deciding that April 19th was a significant date. It was the date of both the Waco massacre and the Battle of Lexington and Concord, which led to the American Revolution in 1775.
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They tell us that in the car that they found which had belonged to McVeigh the authorities found two documents: The Declaration Of Independence and pages from The Turner Diaries. Between those two texts is, as they say, a big bridge and a lot of water and much blood. One long since dead and the other about to take on a life of its own.
The Turner Diaries is a true underground classic, graphically reminding readers that before the underground was the spawning place for next season’s fashions and musical tastes, it was the hideout of hardened revolutionaries. As Mao’s Little Red Book inspired the Red Guards, as Uncle Tom’s Cabin aroused the abolitionists against slavery, so has Pierce’s fiction sparked the White resistance. And underground classic to be sure, but not one of those like Burroughs or Bukowski; it is rather a book of the counterculture, in the best sense of those words.
In the book there is a secret organization known as The Order replete with secret initiation rites.
An order is a command and also refers to a principle of organization.
The book was written at the suggestion of Revilo Oliver who said that essay upon essay of closely reasoned ideologically sound doctrine was necessary but never sufficient. The Soldier Of Fortune crowd who loved drama and excitement and action was a natural cohort for the message dressed up in the language of high drama; life after all is not an armchair endeavor but a grand saga and opera of melodrama and reversals of fortune; people want human interest and ups and downs and good but sometimes flawed men striving in a cause; to reach the heart and core of the ones you want to speak to one had to tell a story, a parable as it were, to cast it in human terms, and with human interest; for it is a grand narrative of many historical plot points which seizes the mind of the millions.
A framing device which takes place in 2099 (100 years after the events depicted) gives the novel's main text a historical context, which is presented as the journal of Earl Turner, an active member of a White nationalist movement known as the Organization. In the foreword, Turner is described as one of the men and women whose struggle and sacrifice saved our race in its time of greatest peril (see Old Fighter). The diaries describe a society that has completely deteriorated because of the powerlessness of its White citizens, as well as Turner’s patriotic fight to take the country back from a government dominated by Jews, Blacks and other minorities. Turner begins as a rank-and-file member of a group called the Organization and is later invited to join a secret elite faction called the Order, which wages a war of political terrorism against the System.
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It is the Organization (Order) against the System. It is ever thus. Our little group has always been and always will until the end.
The working of the System (or the Machine) is so odious that one must throw bodies on in order to make it stop. What the so called counterculture got wrong was their desire to be free; but freedom is every expensive and anyhow comes later; in order to be free, one must first obey.
Just 110 years after the birth of the Great One the dream of a White world finally became a certainty and the Order would spread its wise and benevolent rule over the earth for all time to come.
Any man who will not pick up the cudgel and wield evil to destroy evil, and who cannot see the clear distinction between the two, well deserves all that evil will visit on him. It is a truth which is by now universally recognized that some are transformed and some annihilated.
As one survivor of the Oklahoma blast later recounted: there was no warning, it was totally out of the blue. Another way of saying that is that if you create monsters the guilt will come off on your hands, blood as well.
It always starts in Oklahoma even when you think it will be someplace else.
