Trials Tribulations And Triumphs

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he Creator during its 10-year domicile in the State of North
illed in the line of duty. He was shot in
the back by cowardly Mexican assassins while
distributing copies of our flagship paper,
Racial Loyalty.

The history of the Church of the Creator and its World Cent
and rewarding ten years of my life.
the surveyors, the contractor, and the
ligion, anywhere, at any time in history,
has always been encountered with the most viru
lent opposition and the utmost hostility.
It took Christianity at least three hundred years to come out into the open, and then
more than fifteen hundred years of warfare and strife
to establish itself. In fact, the battle
is still raging in numerous parts of the
world unto this very day. Mohammed and his
cohorts had to fight endless battles in order to
spread their beliefs, and, as we all know,
the warfare is still far from over. Joseph Sm
ith and his brother were killed at an early
age by an angry mob in their attempt to establish their Mormon religion. The Jews, as
four thousand years or so In order to
maintain their parasitic religion in ever
y region they have intruded. In fact, their
continuing existence in Palestine, where it
all began, is most precarious, to say the
least, and chances are excellent that they
will not be there for long. But no one can
argue that the most conspicuous characteristic
about all these religions, that despite all
the opposition, hostility and warf
are, is that they have endured. They have survived,
they have grown and spread and they have per
severed. Furthermore, they have had a
more pervasive influence on the culture and t
he course of history than any other human
endeavor throughout the ages.
North Carolina, where I already owned some suitable acreage. Although I realized that
nearly all-White area such as the one in which I was already established in Macon
constructive to review some of the highlights and antagonisms of that first hectic year.
mud races, since this was what our religion was primarily geared to warn our White
versial new religion by the bible thumping
in the state and regions elsewhere that usually follow such an upheaval.
very day nearly ten years later. All kinds of stories were invented and bandied about:
that we were devil worshipers, that we practiced animalistic rituals (whatever that was),
Chapter Two
of readers of my then two books,
that state. He was a college graduate, wa
s married, his wife being a Catholic. He
seemed highly enthusiastic, and was already
like to apply for the job, although it meant
another problem was developing. Tim's wife Mary was not
forthcoming either. Being Catholic,
her priest had been working on her, and had
persuaded her what a dastardly sin she would be committing if she helped her husband
leaving, and I had contacted a certain Ric
hard F. Becker, who resided at Greenville,
NC. He had read my two books and seemed quite enthusiastic about the movement. He
was a tall fellow, had attended the prestigious
South Carolina militar
y establishment at
Charleston called The Citadel. He had also been involved in a North Carolina group and
aroused my interest. It was all about his experiences of being consigned to an insane
asylum by his own father. Strangely, alt
hough this was a most drastic procedure against
his person, and an extremely demeaning action,
he never held any grudge, animosity or
antagonism against his father for declaring him
legally insane, and this has continued to
puzzle me.
dog, and a dissolute and uncouth slob of a
companion who had, been an associate of his while they were both in the insane
asylum. Why he brought either of them along
still puzzles me, and I made it clear to him
that if I accepted him for the job that dogs
or any other animals on the premises were
out. I explained the job to him, and tested hi
s typing ability. He seemed to be a capable
typist and as there did not seem to be any
other particular problem, and we agreed to
having him take over the job of Hasta Prim
us and help in putting out the paper as soon
not say. I began to look for another prospect.
tour of the area -Dillard, Otto, and the whole layout. All the while I was trying to impress
nature, I sent him packing, blonde wife,
pooch and all.
on the cabin door and a very agitated driver
related to me that he and his huge truck were
stuck in the ditch just down the road.
Evidently in the darkness he had tried to
turn around about one hundred yards short of
the four corners, and now he was stuck, hav
ing torn down part of the neighbors' cow
pasture fence In the process as well.
ing. At 7:30 next morning Ron Slagie's
wrecking truck duly arrived to pull Global V
from Greenville. Tyler had written a fairly meani
interested in distributing large numbers of
and wanted to find out the
cost of cases of each. That same afternoon I also received a call from Tyler Thompson,
he had a bad back. What about the $200 I had sent
him? Sorry about that too, he had
spent it all. Later I found out he had spent it
on a grand drunk, and remained as suit less
as before; so much for Tyler Thompson and my faith in human nature.
here on April 4, 1 had made arrangements
with the instructor from Com
pugraphic, a fellow by the name of Gene Schweigert, to be
on the premises and give our typist a few da
ys of instruction. This was part of the
package deal, no extra charge. Unlike Tyler,
Schweigert promptly arrived on the scene.
So now we had an instructor, but no typist. What to do? Henrie and I decided we would
take the instruction ourselves, and since Henrie
was a fairly good typist in her own right,
Force and Order group that he felt was highly qualified for the Hasta Primus job, and
might be interested. His name was Bill Icker, and he gave me his telephone number.
with his wife Arlene and as usual, also another dog in tow. I showed him the territory,
discussed the work and the terms, and treated t
tten and filed away a number of articles I
anticipated publishing and now we were ready
to go. On April 12 Henrie started
ing, to do the printing. We ordered 15,000
copies for our first run and gave Gene Do
wdie a check in the amount of $921.86.
Actually, they did not do the printing themse
lves, since they did not have a press with
which to do this kind of a job, but farmed it out to an outfit in Murphy, NC, and took a
commission. Having put the first issue to bed, we
left for Florida that same day, April 24,
to take care of several urgent matters. Among other things, we had our home up for
n. In the meantime I had been in touch with
Richard Becker again by phone and he had changed his mind about taking the job. He
plank signs on the facade of the church,
The Winning of the West.
During the next few days I
taught Richard the fundamentals
eporters by the names of Marke C. Winne
and Bill Montgomery,
both from the
Atlanta Constitution/Journal.
It seems that J.B.
Stoner, publisher of
The Thunderbolt
and a founder of the National
States Rights Party
had been convicted of bombing a nigger church
time, but had been duly acquitted. Now, it
seems some eager beaver nigger District
Attorney had reopened the case, and in a plainl
y rigged trial, got a conviction from the
present jury. Anyway, Stoner was now on the lam, and there were some suspicions
at our church. The two reporters were
adamant that we were hiding him somewhere in
our complex and they wanted to be the
heroes that had found him. After some lengthy
argument in which I made it plain to
them that I didn't know what the hell they we
re talking about, they started to leave. They
got as far as our gate where their car was
parked (this was going on at our cabin) when
they came back and thought they would make anot
une 10, I finished putting the second issue of
Lighthouse Point, this, for the last time.
As soon as we arrived we started on the
Against the Evil Tide
Hasta Primus,
typist and was able to utilize the Compugraphi
ly either by jogging or lifting weights. He had at one time
The Citadel,
the famous Military Academy at
Charleston, South Carolina. As
far as I know, his grades were satisfactory
s dad had played in the commitment. Anyway,
one benefit he derived from it all was that he
received a disability check of about $550
rth Carolina, I had carried on an extensive
oblems. He had been married twice, had five
grown children, and now he was divorced again, and his wife had taken him for
everything he had. Furthermore, even his children testified against him in court.
Evidently, he had picked up a new love, a North Carolina waitress, and he was thinking
of marrying her, or at least living with her.
He was in a high state of agitation as I
listened to him, but claimed he was highly dedi
cated to the cause of the church and
wanted to work with me.
be in time for a class in Ancient History
that the government paid him for taking, ov
er and above his regular disability pension. I
considered the pros and cons, and finally decided I would take on this new "Dude" and
In the first place, I insisted that the
name Dude sounded too phony and that he use his
regular name, which was Keith, In
convention that was coming up in Atlanta
within a week, and one that he had been designated to audio record all speeches given.
It was called The Second International Symposium on Non-Conventional Energy and
stands out in my mind was that the hero of
all these scientific explorers was not
Thomas Edison, but Nikola Tesla.
the huge new renovated Cyclorama in Grant
Park. Not only had the huge paintings of the battle scenes been repaired and repainted,
but the whole physical structure had been redone,
so that now the spectators could sit
on benches, remain in one place, and the inside cyclorama itself slowly revolved and
ghlighted, as well as accompanied by
music and verbal explanations.
contractor who had built the church, about building a second structure. It was to be a
School for Gifted Boys,
Christmas with Kim and Walt in Colorado
bought a home, and, in the new location, es
tablished themselves independently in the
chiropractic business in Loveland. We were invited to spend the Christmas holidays with
Leaving the church business in the hands of Hasta Primus Keith Williams, Henrie and I
St. Charles, Missouri, at the Red Lobster, one
of our favorite restaurants. By the time
we checked in at the Holiday Inn at S
auna at 8:30 PM, the weather had become very
dropped down to 10 below zero and it was
beginning to snow. Nevertheless, we thought
we would brave it, and started down the
road at 8:30 AM. We hadn't driven more t
han seven miles down I-70 when the storm
developed into a full blown blizzard and we could hardly see the road. We decided to
turn around and this time checked into the Red Coach Inn on 1-135, about two miles
south of I-70. Here we deci
ded to weather out the storm.
the weather was still bad, but somewhat
less blustery than the day before. We deci
ded to try again and make the run all the way
to Loveland. By the time we reached Russell the wind had died down, and when we
the Holiday Inn. Here we called Kim and
told her of our position and that we planned on a
rriving there that evening. We did arrive
at 6:30, after having driven 465 miles, a long day. After a happy reunion, Kim served us
birth of daughter Amy was only about three
weeks away. They had already made plans to leave Loveland and move to Martinsville,
Virginia. Although they loved Colorado, and t
he area they lived in, there were just too
many chiropractors already established in this town, and prospects for a successful
tic. It was a stressful time for the Moores,
but nevertheless we had a very enjoyable
Christmas. We exchanged presents, we
watched a football game, and had a big Chri
stmas dinner with all the trimmings.
which time we took several drives, one of
which was to Estes Park where Kim and Walt were married, and then we drove on the
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tched the Cotton Bowl football game; then
we all watched the Pasadena Rose Parade. In the afternoon we all drove to Estes Park,
We then had dinner at the Holiday Inn.
the long trip back home, At Hayes we had dinner
at the Holiday Inn; then drove on to
the Red Coach Inn at Sauna for the
night, arriving there at about 10 PM.
a good dinner at the Red Lobster at Cave
Springs, MO, about 20 miles west of St.
Louis. We drove on, straight through St.
Louis, and stayed at the Ramada Inn at
Fairview Hills, Illinois. Then on to Clevel
and, Tennessee the next day, where we stayed
at the Holiday Inn overnight.
the cabin and home. On the way we loaded up
with groceries at Winn Dixie in Franklin,
and arrived home at 12:30 PM. I stopped at the
church briefly to survey the mail that had come in while I was gone. That same
afternoon I called Arnfinn Sveen, the travel
agent, and picked up an application for the
Egyptian visa.
Trip to Egypt February 1984
had acquired a number of books on the subjec
t, including a large one from National
Geographic. One of these days we decided we w
ould take a tour of the esoteric country
that had spawned the first great White ci
vilization. When we visited the Second
International Symposium on Non-Conventional
Energy in Atlanta last September we
happened to listen to a professor from the Un
iversity of Florida announce that he was
organizing a tour group to go to Egypt next Januar
y. He was specializing in agricultural
want to first of all give the background and the lessons we learned from this trip, then in
vers a time span longer than that of any
other major White civilization. There is much,
much we can learn from it if we will keep
our eyes and ears open and somewhat sharpen
our perceptivity. I have been a longtime
student of the history of Whit
Whereas in my travels I had previously visited most of the locales of the other White
Since no one knows what the future holds and what with the world being blown to bits
by the Jews, especially in the Middle East,
we thought that such an opportunity might
got packed and left for a relatively short but
exciting ten day tour of Egypt. I have relat
only have your regular tour guide, but
in order to create extra business most c
ountries force the agency to have a second, a
local guide as well. Egypt is one of those which require a second guide, since they too,
are anxious to extract the last tourist dolla
r possible from its visitors. But before I
built man, of Swiss nationality, and of
German descent. As usual, he spoke a number of languages. He listed his home
address as California, but actually domicil
ed in Spain. He was 51, single and as
figure and a dark, muddy complexion. She poi
nted out that she was half Italian and had
studied the guide business at the University of
Cairo, that Italian was her first foreign
language and English her second. I don't know how good her Italian was, but her
English left much to be desired.
whereas the
Egyptians spoke Arabic and it was their national language, there was a vast gulf
the Egyptian evolvement that Shareen
seemed to ignore, and that was the racial di
sintegration of the onc
White Egyptians.
when the Egyptians first built their mighty
ng some 6,300 years ago, they were a
unique species, a most outstanding race of gifted White people.
south of them were the Nubians,
Egyptians expanded their empire, it was inevitable that they would come into
confrontation with the Nubians. This, of course, they did, and stupidly, like all other
result was predictable
the races, there is inevitably a mixing and contamination of the gene pool, and as
time goes on, again inevitably, the bad genes out-breed and pull down the good
what identity, of any,
deeply impressed me was a political one.
Indeed it is. Cairo, which now has an explosive population of 12 million people,
(this was in 1984) has facilities for a city
peace with the miserable bandit state of Israel
, all again at the expense of the American
taxpayer. But it cannot go on. As Shareen pointed
a mulatto in America. They are decrepit
looking physical specimens, having all the wo
me was that whereas the natives at Cairo were a mud color, those at Aswan and
north, and all along the banks north to Luxor, were out and out kinky-haired
housing, and their primitive means of tilling the soil. Much
Time and again, I would see a team of water buffalo hitched to a primitive plough, with a
to the magnificent and grandiose temples and palaces built by their ancient
The history of Egypt is a prime example of what I am talking about in Creative
The White Man's Bible
when I say that superstition and gullibility
ful force that controlled the life of the
aft and their neglect of nurturing their gene
pool, they became mongrelized.
The trip to Egypt convinced me that the mongrelization of the White Race
It also firmly polarized a basic conviction I have had for a long time. That
the beginning of its civilization, and needs it more than ever today.
by the Jews and then transplanted into the Christian Creed, which the Jews originated
not only a most illustrious and glorious civilization, but also a most unique and
ed) idiots had only had a racial religion
such as Creativity!
Instead, all the efforts of he Pharaohs were directed towards providing for the comfort
ocess still not understood by modern science,
ent with the sarcophagus and the tomb of a
dead Pharaoh that they became t
ravine such as the Valley of the Kings at Luxor. (Sixty-four Pharaohs' tombs have been
even in the Valley of the Queens, opposite
been found, the grave robbers of ancient times got to them first, with the lone exception
idea of he size of the national treasury that
was poured into one of these tombs and then buried, supposedly for all time. I had the
Tut where his mummy still lies, and also of
viewing the treasures that had been found in
he U.S. In 1976 displaying the treasures of
King Tut drew huge crowds in every city wher
e it was held, it only included 55 pieces.
On display at the Cairo Museum are 3,500 pi
eces, all brought out of the tomb of King
Tut. It includes chariots, benches, bowls, chests, chairs, a gold face mask, gold sleeves
ttes of his favorite servants, and such a
list of varied knickknacks that it is impossible
to catalogue here. Suffice it to say that so
much gold was encrusted on so many of these items and so many jewels were studded
into them that it was like an open invitation
to Fort Knox, provided you could find it.
decorations on the walls of the passages and chambers is truly astounding. Besides
are overwhelming. It consisted of a series of sloping stairways, straightaways, more
The conclusion of all this obsession with pr
that it is extremely wasteful and patently
the Christians' cry of "store up treasures in heaven," or the U.S. program of
subsidizing all the mud races of the world.
Pharaohs that probably was highlighted by the king with the huge ego, but was shared
obsession with immortality
They wanted immortality in the hereafter.
onstitute a major souvenir business In Egypt
followed the same course, only were not
quite as successful because they did not reign for 67 years, and the times were not as
outdo the others, and the second was to destr
name and/or works. Whereas the history of
Egypt has many pieces missing, we
nevertheless can find much evidence of both tactics - to out-build the rival and to
practice in Ancient Egypt. When Thutmose II died after a short rule, she took over the
of the power she now wielded that she stayed on and on and kept a very impatient
Deir al-Bahri and also the great temple of Amen at Karnak, as well as several other
power. So angry was Thutmose III of havi
ng been treacherously suppressed all those
years that he disfigured the image of Q
art for those of us who came along a few thousand years later. We wish you wouldn't
have done that, Thut.
Amenhotep IV
during the XVIIIth Dynasty, circa
nally failed and he was deposed. Although it
exerted a great influence on the art and thinking
again back in power. As a side comment, it should be noted that it was from Ikhnaton
it might be well to point out that this was
a subject also vigorously pursued by the Egyp
tian Christians (known as Coptics) during
their 500 year sway in Egypt. As in Greece,
as in Rome, the Coptics in Egypt were hell-
bent on smashing "pagan" images, and concentrated on destructively smashing off the
noses of more statues than
any other group in history.
the thousands of years they labored at
it and under it, the Egyptians never really
also known as Horus, in which guise he appeared with the face of a hawk on a human
who had the head of a
jackal and presided over the dead and guarded the tombs;
, who had the head of
a cow with long horns cradling the sun. S
he was the goddess of love and childbirth;
, the god of wisdom and truth,
had the head of an ibis; also
Ptah, Hapi, Isis, Maat,
Imhotep, Min
, and others. What a stupid, silly, hodgepodge!
se, endless, and I do not wish to pursue it any
further. I believe I have given enough background of my observations so that we can
Egyptian experience.
isive part in the life of the individual, of
the nation, and of the race, and the Egyptians
pushed it to a veritable mania. Religion is
still a tremendously important fa
ctor in their lives today.
3. Religion, as I have stated many times before, is like fire. It can be extremely
purely fictitious concepts and outlandish hocus
-pocus. The thrust of their religion was
the preparation for a nonexistent life in
the hereafter, a pointless obsession that
uselessly dissipated their resources and labor
, and poured it down a hidden rat hole, to
be buried forever.
is still without a meaningful, constructive
religion, and probably will be until such time
as Creativity becomes universally
ay on a steady course for about 3,000 years
(a long time) for two reasons:
al contamination as mentioned earlier.
ayed out of the hands of the Jews until
probably about 1,300 B.C.
Creativity, instead of t
iod of a few centuries have conquered all
ypt has done for me, it is to overwhelmingly
reinforce a basic conviction. That conviction is that the White Race direly needed a
good racial religion in ancient times, has
needed it throughout history, and needs it
more than ever today.
In fact, we are reaching the End-of-the-Line. It is now or never.
Mongrelized Egypt stands today as a living
The Ancient Egyptians, too, once possessed the Divine Seed in their Race, but they
The ultimate horror is the mongrelization of the White Race.
The bottom line of all this intensive Egyptian religiosity is this: it was entirely based on
A Report from Today's Egypt
in Atlanta, Georgia last S
eptember. A professor from the
University of Florida who
specialized in agricultural sciences announced he was organizing a tour group to Egypt
"someday” we would visit that ancient
wonderland, we decided - why not this winter?
We told the professor we were interested
in joining his group and would he please send us his literature.
We flew out of Atlanta at 5:20 P.M. in KLM Airlines to Amsterdam. After a short layover
at Amsterdam and a 30-minute stop at Athens we arrived at the Cairo Airport at 7:30
mmigration and customs and started looking for
no public booths were available. A crowd
of helpers were on hand at every turn, looking for a tip (called baksheesh) for anything.

A pleasant young fellow finally found a telephone at some business window that we
a dozen attempts and half an hour later, we
got through to the receptionist at the hot
After several more helpers and more baksheesh, we got loaded into a taxi and were off.
experience. When I say we were off, i mean we were off like a bat out of hell trying to
Lessons from Egypt,
exciting adventure. Next morning, after hav
ing a sumptuous breakfast served in our
room, we were off and running with the rest
of the tour group. The group proved to be
relatively small, about 18, as tour groups
go, all seasoned travelers, and one of the
most cordial and congenial groups we had ever
had the pleasure of traveling with. We
were on our way to Sakkara to see Egypt's
oldest pyramid, the Step Pyramid of King
Zoser. This trip, about 20 miles out of Cair
o, took us out past the colossal statue of
Ramses II, where I learned about "cartouches" and also about Ramses II's colossal
countryside and the primit
ive existence of the
native Egyptians.
es, having a burgeoning population of twelve
million, crowded into facilities that were
meant to accommodate no more than three
million. Everything is cram
everybody had their hand out - and "maleesh," already described.
cultures of which three predom
inate, the Ancient Egyptian with their pyramids and all,
native houses of the fellaheen, visible on both si
des of the road. They are built of mud
bricks, palm fronds and other crude materials.
They are extremely primitive and must be
hotter than an oven in the summertime when
temperatures run at 110 degrees and
more. Also visible along the road were many
goats, donkeys, camels and water buffalo.
It was the water buffalo which were the main
beasts of burden often pulling a primitive
Once we got to Sakkara, I viewed the landscape. It was located outside of the green
Step Pyramid was huge, and it was impressive, being the oldest large pyramid ever
that must have gone into the building of such a huge enclosure that took in several
be the home of the god Sakr (hawk). He
back 5,000 years that we went down into
ggings going on everywhere. Further out,
the landscape looked like a moonscape, dry,
barren and endless sand, Every so often,
the ruins of another, but much smaller py
ramid would poke its head above the barren
sand. Using my imagination, I could only specul
ate as to the life and activity that ensued
here so many thousands of years ago.
ory first, we drive back to Gizeh, about
15 miles distant, to now view the largest and
most famous of all the pyramids. On our
way we stopped at The Carvory Restaurant, just off Pyramids Road. Here we had our
first sampling of Egyptian cuisine, European st
hat evening, they claimed it was
famous.) The impression the pyramids made
on me was not disappointing. They lived
up to my every expectation. Cheops, the lar
gest of the three, is indeed massive. Its
took a picture as the beast and I posed, with the pyramids as a backdrop.
papyrus from the Egyptian reed, an art as
old as the pyramids themselves. On display wa
s a large selection of colorful paintings of
the Egyptian mystics on papyrus.
very few things in Egypt that were worth
purchasing, and he could recommend only three. They were papyrus paintings,
Egyptian hand woven wool rugs with intric
ate native designs, and gold or silver
cartouches. We had already bought a wool rug on our way back from Sakkara in the
rus paintings, with hieroglyphics and all,
to our collection. Then off through the crowded
go, we had a private limousine provided,
with not only a chauffeur, but also a ticke
rt. We had seen the Sound and Light show
eleven years earlier at the Acropolis in
Athens, and we had seen the Sound and Light
show floating down a cruise boat on the Colo
rado River at Moab, Utah, illuminating the
cliffs, but this show at the Pyramids was by far the most awe-inspiring.
the show with a solemn and majestic
"You have come tonight to the most fabulous
and celebrated place in the world. Here on
the plateau of Gizeh, stands forever the mi
ghtiest of human achiev
ements." Impressive?
We were impressed.
mids in turn, then on all of them. Then
different voices - the Sphinx, priests, pharaohs
Tuesday, February 14, 1984
off to the airport to fly south to Aswan 534 miles upstream from Cairo. It was to be a
and hen feathers was still the same mass of conf
had arrived on (the Dutch) KLM before, we were now taking an Egyptian airline to
Aswan. One peculiarity about Egyptian air
a dark mud color, here in southern Egypt they were black as the ace of spades. They
was news to me. This lower dam sits about four miles downstream from the High Dam
When our bus arrived at Aswan we disembarked on the east shore of the Nile and
to Elephantine Island which sits in the Middle of the Nile and on the tip of which our
lovely old hotel, the finest in Aswan, did
not have our rooms ready. With all the baggage of
our party of 18 stacked in the bar, we
explored the lovely grounds of the hotel fo
r about an hour and a half, then leaving our
baggage behind, we again embarked on a tender, back to shore, back on the bus and
back to the Aswan airport to fly to Abu Simbel, 168 miles to the south.
what with the embarkation
at the Cairo airport.
Well, things got rougher and more drastic at
our next embarkation into the air. Whereas
course, it made no concessions to Cairo
whatsoever when it came to crowding,
waiting and confusion. Our fearless leader
advised us that this might be as good a place as any to eat our box lunches which we
had brought with us from the hotel. This
was no easy accomplishment, what with the
smell, the crowding and the Pandemonium. Some
of us ate most of our lunch, and
some did not. Some of us gave most of it to the native fellaheen who were scrounging
t least) we were finally up in the air and
off to Abu Simbel where sits one of the wonder
s of the world, the Temple of Abu Simbel.
Great Temple stands the Temple of Hathor,
also carved out of solid rock. This temple
was also built by Ramses II for his wife
Nefertarl and dedicated to the goddess Hathor.
of the omniscient Ramses II and two of his wife as well as
smaller ones of their children. Inside, the
Hypostyle Hall has a roof supported by six
pillars topped with the head and face of the goddess Hathor.
r architectural and engineering marvels in
three different eras of history. The first
broad grouping is that of Ancient Egypt and the
building of the pyramids, temples and other
architectural wonders. This spans a period
of several thousand years. The second marvel
was the building of the Suez Canal by
DeLesseps in the 1880's. The third, t
hough of lesser accomplishment, was the High
Dam at Aswan built by the Russians in
that we witnessed at Abu Simbel that was
a direct consequence of building the High Dam.
That engineering marvel is the slicing of
the Abu Simbel Temples, both the Ramses
and the Hathor Temple, piece by piece and
moving it to the top of the cliff, and reassembli
ng it in a condition that would almost defy
and sand, blending it in perfectly with the rest of the rocky cliffs. Unless you walked into
and also the landscape as we flew back to
Aswan, 168 miles to the north. We got a fine view of Lake Nasser, (backed up by the
rocks and sand with ridges of low mountains interlacing the landscape.
vered that our rooms were now ready.
After a sumptuous dinner we were now also
ready for our rooms after a long, hectic,
interesting and tiring day.
Wednesday, February 15th, 1984
ore, this proved to be a most enjoyable and
relaxing afternoon. We went to Kitchener's
Island and saw the beautiful gardens there
that were a legacy of the British stamp on Eg
ypt, which by the way, is considerable. We
then embarked the felucca again and sailed to t
ul Mausoleum, built by his wife and son,
sitting on a high hill overlooking the Nile. The dozens and dozens of feluccas looked like
lovely white seagulls on the deep water below. In order to help make the climb up the
hill to the Mausoleum, there were a number
of those persuasive camel drivers again to
eather, we drifted easily to the dock of the
Old Cataract Hotel (circa 1880's). We had t
For entertainment we were favored with a
amplifier turned up very, very loud.
Thursday, February 16th 1984
the Aton, and continued cruising down the
Nile. This cruise was a relaxing and most welcome relief from the hectic pace we had
been through. Not only relaxing, but most enj
oyable. We sailed on well into the night
and tied up at Edfu.
Friday, February 17, 1984
stores, or more like bazaar type booths,
re presented with another huge and impressive
temple begun in 237 B.C. by Ptolomaeus III. The front facade is massive and stands
ed only 30 miles south of Luxor. Here we
disembarked again and went ashore.
cruises. Some of these landing places hav
e only the faintest semblance of a dock,
others have none. So how does a large
four deck cruiser accommodating 84
passengers manage to dock at such places as Esna where there is nothing but a
sloping, rock studded embankment to dock? Well,
they thought of that item, too. The
ship can push itself sideways by having water
that the sides are flat and parallel and the
ship is just the right width to fit thr
ough the several locks that impede its passage
before, any caricature will do for a god. Anyw
ay, the temple was lovely and massive. It
represented the Ptolemaic per
iod of Egyptian history, although part of it was
constructed much earlier by Thutmose III (1,500 B.C.).
that it lies about 28 f
We sailed on and arrived at the great city of Luxor that night. This city, which contains
Since we arrived at Luxor in the early evening, my wife and I took a walk down the
Saturday, February 18th, 1984
start and crossed the Nile in a crude motor launch to the west bank. A bus then took us
beautiful Temple of Queen Hatshepsut, which I
have also described in the previous chapter. On our way back we stopped to take
pictures of the two Colossi of
Memnon, huge statues of solid stone.
he Aton, it was the middle of the afternoon,
during which we were able to take a well-deserved rest.
Sound and Light Program
, this time at
. It
was considerably different from the one Monday
night at the pyramids. Whereas at the
pyramids we sat in our chairs and stayed put
during the whole program, at Karnak we
assembled as a huge standing mob at the entr
ance in front of the Avenue of the Ram-
headed Sphinx. (They are reclining and lined up on each side, a total of 40. Originally,
when this avenue extended all the way to Luxor Temple, there were a total of 124 of
then begins the show by giving us a
dramatic script of the sacred solemnity of t
he place and occasion, then tells us to move
on to the next area in this huge temple complex.
ea to another to the accompaniment of
dialogue and music, after about half an hour
we reached an elevated grandstand. That
was temporarily semi-lighted
until the people were seated, t
hen the show went on. The
grandstand provided an overall view of the lay
Sacred Lake, which reflected the huge monument
s as the lights play on one, then
program at he pyramids was still the
Sunday, February 19th, 1984
Monday, February 20th, 1984
ge military enclosure erected by Saladin
during the Third Crusade. Soldiers and guards
were everywhere, as they were at all
government buildings in Cairo since the 1973
war. Located in the Citadel also is the
Muhammad All Mosque, which we visited. Buried here is the
Shah of Iran
, whose tomb
we also viewed, although the Shah's family
has discouraged public viewing of his grave.
an interesting experience. Although not as
large as the one we had visited in Istanbul elev
Cairo Museum
, and viewed with special interest the
3,500 pieces of rich artifacts from the
tomb of Tutankhamen. Since I have already
covered these in a previous chapter, I will
not repeat the description of this most
amazing collection.
impact of the astounding Egyptian culture
and civilization on its own people and the world at
large. Because Egypt's achievements
in the cultural, religious and architectural areas were so unique and spectacular, I chose
to describe those architectural and archaeol
ogical wonders in this chapter, because to
have done so in reverse order would have been anticlimactical.
One is about their money. The Egyptian unit of money is the Egyptian pound,
ceived L.E. 81. Whereas the official rate
of exchange is somewhere around 1 L.E. to
$1.22 U.S., actually the Egyptians
themselves have little or no faith in their
own money, and most of the shops, vendors,
erican subsidies (carried on the shoulders
of American taxpayer
s) are withdrawn.
ably manifold, such as two million more
acres under cultivation, billions of kilowatts
banks and deposited its rich mineral-laden
silt on the farm lands. This kept the land wa
tered and fertile forever, its fertility being
renewed each year. Now, with 300 mile long
Lake Nasser and structural and controlled
irrigation, the following disast
rous consequences are developing:
rmerly dry desert climate of Upper Egypt. The
water coming down the Nile now has a higher saline content (as does our own Colorado
River by the time it reaches t
he Imperial Valley of California.
rather than the former flooding, the salt content builds
up in the soil over a period of years and will poi
ited on the soil, but
will eventually fill Lake
Nasser with mud.
destruction of her many marvelous historic
al monuments, as too, of course, will the
acrid fumes of modern industry.
into using large quantities of chemical
fertilizers, pesticides and herbicides, as have American farmers.
Egypt was a unique breed of men and produced
the first great White civilization (emphasis
on the great). It died because they had a bad
religion, one that was obsessed with life in
a nonexistent hereafter, obsessed with a
world of non-existent spooks.
B. Long before Christianity raised its destructive Jewish head, the Egyptians had
Creativity, that wonder would today be a
mongrelized and degenerate. Their present
reless dementia, they lost their most
spooks, their precious genes were mongrelized
into the shameful mess that is now their

ght stop in Amsterdam, staying at the
ibis Motel. That evening I made a long distance call to Keith Williams, telling him
specifically that we would arrive in Atlant
a on KLM Flight 747 at 6 P.M. next evening, to
make sure that he would be there to pick us up and there would be no
ing, had breakfast at their restaurant and
had plenty of time to shop and look over t
he beautiful, clean Dutch airport before taking
off at 1:40 P.M.
to the cabin in North Carolina at 9 P.M., but with the six-hour difference in time zones, it
there was a pile of work waiting for me.
There were bills to pay, there was a stack of mail to answer. The March Issue of
had been taken to the printer before I left, but it had not been picked up. I called
Gene Dowdie, the printer, and he told me it had been ready for some time, but nobody
had come around to pick it up. This we did
immediately, and Keith mailed out all the
he church properties in 1983. So that there
would be no doubt in future circumstances, I urged
him to put this in writing. This he did,
in his own neat hand-printed form, and it prov
ed to be an invaluable document to us, as
future events unraveled. Such remained the case until 1989, when a third tax assessor
was appointed to the office, a Jewish
Colorado, to Martinsville, Virginia, in order to improve their business opportunities. They
to do their installations, which, due to
the stringent Department of H
ealth regulations, included two separate septic tanks and
Montgomery, both of whom questioned me as to the whereabouts of J.B. Stoner, who at
questioned me, but practically accused me of
harboring him (legally a crime) at our church
the gate still open, but there was a car parked astride the gate, making it impossible to
nce Henrie was still outside, sitting In the car
and likewise wondering what in the hell wa
s going on. Evidently the session inside
ended with no criminal charges filed against Ke
llow. Like most of us he had his good and
bad points. On the good side, he was an excellent typist, he had a fine speaking voice
mood. He had been converted to Mormonism by
his mother many years ago, but had
abandoned it in recent years when he became
aware of the phoniness of it all,
especially after his step-father died. Neve
rtheless, he kept looking for a meaningful
philosophy in life and after he had read my book,
eccentric and unstable, and lacked both
business sense and I might also say just plain common sense. He had this frustrating
habit of never answering a question directly, and when I demanded some specific
answers about the progress of the paper, or
other business matters, he would waffle
and mumble, or stop in mid-sentence, a habi
t that aggravated me no end. He was now
married for the third time and had five children by his previous two wives. In the nasty
itted that all of his children had gone
against him and had supported their mothers' side.
to do so. The first surprise was that he was in debt and he needed a $700 advance. I
look him over, and since his jalopy was broken down at this time, he decided to hitch-
he would take over the job of Hasta
Primus as soon as Keith's 30 days were up. On
March 16 I took him to the bus station in
Franklin and he was back on his way to Dover, with the promise he would be back in

Moores were thinking strongly of improving
their business opportunities by moving from
Colorado to Virginia, although Kim was less
than enthusiastic about the w
hole operation. This was now April and Kim had just had
their latest baby, Amy, in January, and had bar
ely recovered her strength. This was a
big move to make at any time, as Henr
ie and I had experienced in the several moves
we ourselves had made in our lives.
could rest and sleep most of the time, what with having to take care of the new baby. I
r stopping at the church, leaving last minute
with the whole family and looking over their newly rented house, we all had a big Easter
for two days at our cabin. On Saturday we
went bowling, and the next day, Sunday, we
all had a second big Easter dinner, with
turkey and all the trimmings. I showed Kim and Walt the church and what progress we
were making with the building of the school.
I also showed them the pictures we had
taken on our trip to Egypt. Then at 3:45 they
took off for Martinsville, Walt taking the VW
Rabbit with him on a loan.
business in a new place is no small task.

Saturday, April 7, 1984, to start working.
were helpful to the cause. Besides
having given up smoking, drinking, and being dedi
good physical shape and followed a str
enuous routine of exercises.
ilitary career, he had learned to become an
build in which I could indulge in painting pi
mistakes he had made during his young life.
He told me that during his rousing and drin
king days more than a decade earlier, he had
entered into an ill-considered marriage that
Trip to Hawk's Nest in the Florida Keys
at Shoney's Restaurant at the Oakwood
exit at Gainesville, Georgia. We stopped
at the Best Western for the night at
Gainesville, Florida, after a drive of 443 mile
s, arriving there at 9 PM. Next morning,
after an early start, we had lunch at our fa
vorite noon stopping place, the Holiday Inn
restaurant at Fort Pierce, where we had our
usual lunch of soup, a crabmeat sandwich
and their delicious peach cobbler with ice cream for desert. We had a super seafood
dinner at the Whale Harbor Re
staurant at Islamorada (another one of our favorite eating
places) and after loading up with groceries at
Marathon, we finally arrived at our
apartment at Hawk's Nest at 9 PM.
The Government of Greater
shared by Emily and Bruce, Mary's sister and her husband. After having breakfast with
the Wimmers the next morning, we took off,
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441 that I had traded from Jerry Ayres. I env
isioned building a Creativity university on
those grounds some day. But more immediately,
I had in mind building an art studio just
a few yards southeast of the cabin, in whic
h I contemplated I could paint to my heart's
for several days while Walt would be going to
Atlanta to attend a seminar. They arrived
at 2 AM the next day. While Walt went on to
Atlanta, we had some good visiting to catch
up on. On Saturday Henrie, Kim, Scott, Bryan, Amy and I packed a picnic lunch and
went to Terrora Park (south Rabun County) and
went swimming in the lake at the park.
The weather was great and the water was warm.
mily stayed over until Monday and left for
Martinsville at 1 PM.
didn't materialize until July 28, when we left the cabin at
11 AM, and after stopping in Maggie Valley to check into some video camera
equipment, we arrived at Kim and Walt's place
at 5:40, just in time for a good home
cooked dinner.
tic office, which was at the time located
on Brookdale Road. Walt took X-rays of my back and shoulders and pronounced me in
year old!) and that I had a minimum of
calcium deposits in the bones of my back and neck. He also gave me a treatment,
suffered from some of the effects from a
fall from a horse when she was taking riding
lessons in college many years ago, and also she had quite a lot of calcium deposits in
of an electric pulse machine, and we
ordered such a mechanism through him.
that night, with everybody ordering crabs
legs. We left Martinsvllle the next morning, and Henrie and I had a good lunch at the
Red Lobster in Winston Salem on the way back.

our eleventh President, James K. Polk,
who successfully fought the Mexican War and added more territory to the United States
and the White Man’s domain than any other pr
journey westward on US 64, stopping at the Lake Ocoee Inn restaurant for a hearty
at the Cracker Barrel at Murfreesboro,
Tennessee and bought a number of souvenirs, in
cluding a facsimile of an old Kentucky
rifle. We then drove on to Nashville to
visit President Andrew Jackson's historic
Hermitage and went through the building and surveyed the grounds. After spending and
Nashville) we went on to Columbia and
checked in at the James K. Polk Motel afte
r having dinner next door at the restaurant of
the same name, although they are not affiliat
ed. Henrie had frog legs as her dish. After
dinner we drove around Columbia, including a drive past Polk's house.
the same restaurant and then spent a
considerable amount of time at the James K.
good. Back on the road again, through Memphis, then Little Rock, finally arriving at
base, and found that he had picked up the printed copies of
Our next objective was to visit with
of Ridgedale, Missouri. He was running it
as the Lakemont Health Resort. Here he was giving daily lectures, as well as having a
rriving in Tulsa at 6:20 PM. We checked in at
the Cross Roads Motor Inn and had a good dinner
of spare ribs at the Country inn
restaurant. Despite all the stops, we had driven a total of 374 miles for the day.
Cowboy Hall of Fame
Tulsa that same Sunday and checked in at the 7 Flags Motel at Shamrock, Texas,
having driven 285 miles since 4:30 PM. Next
lunch at Denny's in Tucumcari, New Mexico. After stopping at Cline's Corners and
buying several souvenirs, we arrived at Gallup, New Mexico at 6 PM. (We lost an hour
due to change of time zone.) We checked in at the Royal Holiday (B.W.) We had been
s. Henrie and I had dinner at an old
Spanish restaurant, the Eldorado,
where we each had a prime rib.
came to the Information Center for the
Painted Desert
. The view from there was fantasti
c. We took the 26-mile loop road
the night at the Red Feather Quality Inn and had a shrimp and avocado salad at their
rning, we drove to the Grand Canyon
headquarters and received our
Golden Age Passport;
a privileged gift to Senior Citizens
at any and every U.S. park, a welcome surpri
se. We saw many interesting exhibits and
a slide show of early boats that had gone dow
n the Canyon exploring its many gorges,
banks, tributaries, and in general, its geography and geology.
most fascinating show on the giant screen at the Imax Theatre. After having lunch at the
at about 5:30 PM, we checked in at
the Canyon Portal Motel. At
John DePoe Real Estate, and salesman Paul
Sloman took us out and showed us a 2
bedroom, 1-3/4 bath condo in West Sedona,
price: $68,000. It didn't look too good. He
had few other choices to show, none too
Checking out of the motel, we headed south on US 179. About three miles south of
Chapel of the Holy Cross
Maryland Lakes
impaired, he was still sharp as a whip. He had written numerous books and wrote a
We ate at Wynn's Chinese Restaurant (his choice). He drove me around Scottsdale,
look at the condos and the whole layout
and we liked it. After Henrie and I had talked it over, we decided to buy a unit for Kim,
for a total price of $66,405, plus $650
for mirrors on all the sliding doors on the cl
ing a sumptuous dinner at the
Stag and Hound
on Indian School Road and 1-17.
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museum, looking at the hundreds of old rifles and guns, at the beautiful art works and
Please Doctor, Do Something!
This he did with a great deal of vigor, and I happened to hear one of his speeches at
both much impressed, and now, in 1984, since we were in the area, we decided to go
and arrived at about 5 PM. I stopped in
at the church, consulted Carl, picked up whatev
it a day.
Chapter Twelve

der of business after the long trip out west
estigious car of her own. Of course, we
did have the VW Rabbit as a second car, but she didn't like to drive it, especially since It
had a stick shift. On Friday, October 27, 1984, we
left for Martinsville to look for a car for
Henrie. The next day, Saturday, Walt took her around to all the car dealers in
Grand Prix Pontiac
. The
dealer was Blue Ridge Pontiac, and since the car had been used as a demo and had a
few miles on it, the final price was $13,728.
We closed the deal at 10 AM on Sunday,
but since some servicing had to be done on it, and we wanted to make some other
Christmas and New Year
came up in the last half of November. By that
total of 405 miles, arriving at Lake City at 7:45 PM. This time, instead of taking the usual
es, then east along Alligator Alley to Krome
Avenue, then south past Homestead, all the way
to another of our favorite restaurants,
Whale Harbor at lslamorada, where we had
another great dinner. We finally arrived at
Hawk's Nest after 10 PM after having driven 555 miles for the day.
ents (#501) were on the (top) fifth floor,
and one (#401) was on the fourth. From either
one we had an excellent view of the old
Seven Mile Bridge and also the new bridge t
hat was now being built alongside of it. We
could look over the bridges and see the Flor
ida Bay to the north, with all its numerous
ted working on the article "The Polestar" for
the next edition of
Racial Loyalty.
I wrote four pages the first day, twelve more the
second, and before I was through with it, the
article amounted to a stack of scribble on
yellow pages. At this time I happened to see an advertisement for a Sharp typewriter
with a limited computer memory, available at
K-Mark for about $250. I went out and
bought it, studied the manual for awhile, t
hen showed Henrie, who was an excellent
typist, how to use it. I then asked her if s
he would type my article, which over the next
few days she did. It amounted to a total of 21 typewritten pages, and was published in
the January 1985 issue of
Racial Loyalty.

Golden Boy
about Ghandi, and a story about the experiences of
some more exploring. We also talked with Kim that night. They had had a nice little
it again. We also saw their son Scott while there.
frugitarian, we brought Carl a big bag of oranges from Florida.
and activities. Since I would have to fly
most of the distance across the country, wh
ile he had me there, he said he would make
it worth my while and tape two half hour shows.
day, December 5, 1984. At 3:30 on
Tuesday afternoon, just a few days after getting back from the Keys, Carl and I left in
to a Pizza Parlor, where pitcher after
way, I arrived at the Atlanta Airport at
6:20 AM, where Carl was ready to pick me
up in my car. We arrived back in North
Carolina at about 9:30, and after relating most
of the events to Henrie, I went to bed and
slept until 3:30 PM.
Christmas and New Year, 1984-85
5:30 PM. On Monday we had a big turkey dinner, then opened stocking stuffer presents
Tuesday, December 25, 1984. Christmas Day.
this morning's events of opening the presents
and other activities. He also showed a screening of a play Bryan had taken part in at
Since Kim and Walt would be with us in a
New Years at the Cabin
the north side of the studio. He also tried to give me some help with a video camera I
lked to the Penns, who lived on the upper
road, and were invited into their house. Afte
r all that walking we had a big New Year's
dinner that Kim and Henrie had cooked. It was great.
ceived a copy of the Race and Reason tape I
participated in the dancing and in the floor
show. We got back to the cabin just before
midnight so we could watch the New Year
being brought in on television in different parts of the country.
see what the football games were doing.
r things, and at 1 PM they said good-by
and left for home.
January, 1985: an Assessment
had come to take stock, to make an
assessment as to what we had accomplished so far, and where we were now at.
become a permanent part of our religion and should be preserved for the future.
sta Primus, and asked him if he would take
on a temporary job and do just that. He wa
and moved in with Carl in the upstairs
apartment. However, he was such a sloppy
housekeeper that there soon developed a
Expanding Creativity.
His job finished, I paid him his
final check in the amount of $110 on May 2, 1985, and Rick left for home.
other books that the same printer would do for us. As an additional note, all our books
Hawaii Revisited, 1985
That was back in June of 1958, on the occasion of both Henries and Kim's birthday,
beautiful cruise it was. (We flew back by plane.) Now, after a long and Intensive
to leave February 16, 1985. In telling
about this trip, I am going to divide it into
two parts. First, I will treat it as a regular
travelogue, describing our daily itinerary and ac
Las Vegas, and our side trip to Phoenix to overlook things at the newly bought condo
apartment. Secondly, in a separate and followi
ng chapter, I will go into more explicit
hat the Hawaiian chain of islands represent
one of the most scenic pieces of real estate
in the world, from what I have seen of it.
Henrie and I were most eager to see them again, especially the islands of Maui and
Kauai, which we had not visited on our first trip.
Saturday, February 16.
We were picked up at the Airport by the MTI tour director, were given leis to hang
Sunday, February 17.
we had lunch at "Pat's." Here I bought a Japanese carved whalebone (imitation?)
bridge, which I still keep in my study as a souvenir.
and its Cultural Center, but since this is
a huge, all day attraction in itself, we only
had time to drive through it. But no matter,
since it avidly attracted our attention, we
decided to come back to it again another day
and spend the whole day exploring it. This we did, and I spend all of Chapter 16 telling
tel at 5:30. After changing clothes, we
went to the Don Ho show and dinner inside t
he Geodesic Dome of the H.H.V. Hotel at
6:30. We had two Mai Tai drinks each (water
ed down) and a real good dinner while Don
Ho was telling his jokes, singing his songs
, putting on girlie dance routines and kissing
Monday, February 18.
Mormon Polynesian Cultural Center
Japanese, Irish, and even native Hawaiian. (Didn't everybody?) He loaded us into a
Tuesday, February 19.
an hour at the Dollar Rent-a-Car before
we managed to acquire a vehicle, a Chevy Spri
nt. We drove ourselves out to our hotel
Nawiliwili Harbor
Wednesday, February 20
However, they did not particularly appeal to us
. After this, we drove back to our hotel,
the Kauai Surf, and had a delicious dinner of du
ck a l'orange. We also had our pictures
taken to celebrate the event.
Thursday, February 21.
the famous Fern Grotto. While there we
witnessed a wedding in progress, followed
by a program of singing and music.
Friday, February 22.
the Lihue Airport and checked It out at no
charge. (The cost had already been fi
gured in the original package.)
ed on Hawaiian Airlines Flight 27 at 2:10
PM; then changed planes on the runway tarmac to Maui. We arrived at the Kahului
Airport at approximately 3:45 PM. Back agai
n to the Dollar Rent-a-Car where we
obtained a Nissan station wagon. It was a 27 mile
drive to our hotel at Kaanapall, and
on the way along the coast we saw a whale ca
vorting on the surface, about 3/4 mile off
We checked in at the Maui Marriott Hotel, Room 2059. After having dinner at the Moana
Saturday, February 23.

Sunday, February 24.
35, all the way to Keanae, expecting to see the church and where we thought Charles
rrace Hotel. That same night I started
reading the story of
Monday, February 25.
at the H.M.S. Bounty. After exploring
this unusual shopping center more extensively,
we visited the Whaler's Museum on the
third floor of one of the larger buildings.
of most damaging consequences. As I am writing this in September of 1992, a most
taking all of the islands that was, and
is, of longer standing, and although more devious in its course, is even more virulent in
its long-term damage. It started when the Am
erican missionaries landed there in the
1820's. In the next chapter I will concentra
te on the miscegenation of the people who
inhabit the Hawaiian Islands. This is as I saw
it in 1985, and described the situation in
an article in Issue No. 23 of
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and page 161,
Building a Whiter and Brighter

An Eyewitness Report from the Hawaiian Islands

he Hawaiian Islands are some of the most
desirable pieces of real estate on earth. They
are, in fact, the stuff that dreams are
made of and a virtual tropical par
adise, if there ever was one.
are a racial nightmare, the ultimate in
miscegenation. They are, in fact, the consummation of a race mixer's dream. They
come very close to that goal so devoutly pursued by the Jews and their bleeding-heart
counterparts among the Christians
and their degenerate White segment.
sited the Hawaiian Islands of Oahu and the
big island (Hawaii) in 1958. Departing from
San Francisco we went over on the then
, one of two flagships of the Matson Lines. The five-day cruise across
the Pacific was sheer joy, and was in ce
lebration of both my wife's and daughter's
birthdays, both of which occurred on June 7th.
Our first trip to these beautiful islands
was an exciting adventure and we enjoyed every
minute of it. We flew back by plane.
a at 7:35 AM, changing planes in Denver and
arrived in Honolulu at 2:30 PM the same
day, February 16, having gained six hours on
the sun.
and is bathed in the afternoon sunshine, is still
(almost) as exciting an event as arriving t
here by cruise ship. The island is still a
"freeways," traffic congestion and noise pollution. The air, however, is still relatively
that most of what Hawaiians consume has
to be imported. I was, however, surprised to
learn from a tourist guide on one of our
excursions that practically everything else
, flowers, shrubs, fruits, trees, birds and
animals, too, are of recent foreign Import.
Even the "native" Hawaiians did not arrive
from "elsewhere" until as recently as t
he 14th century, only a
Captain Cook, that great White explorer.
explore Kauai and Maul, which we had
not visited on our previous trip.
ahu was an all-day circle tour of the island. We took off
from the hotel at 9:00 AM in a mini-bus,
with a group total of ten. The driver and guide
was a typical native by the name of Robert.
He explained eagerly that his own racial
ancestry was somewhat like chop suey (or
smorgasbord) and consisted of Portuguese,
Irish, Japanese, and some others that I don'
t recall, but it did include Hawaiian.
Everybody there claims some Hawaiian anc
Disneyland like complex of structures that are supposed to represent seven Polynesian
extract money from its own members, or outsiders.
The Center is a 42 acre "living museum" and was purportedly established for the
Polynesian peoples, in particular that
of the islands of Tonga, Hawaii, Fiji, Tahiti, the Marquesas, Samoa and Aotearoa.
no historical significance. They are purely
Jewish inventions designed to sound very African, and wipe out any and all White
Not so at the Polynesian Cultural Center.
Everything is genuinely phony
Village (Bula Vinaka), a Tahitian Village (Iaorana), a Tongan Village (Malo e Leiei)
and more. It has also built a Hawaiian Village named (Aloha)
goodbye, and just about anything else you might
(a) Were these "cultures" by these shouting,
stomping aborigines really worth saving? (b) Were they really cultures at all by
the White Man's standards? (c) Why would any group of White people spend such
lavish amounts of money to construct ar
tificial renditions of a phony Hollywood
Why did the Mormon Church spend tens of millions to build this plastic facade?
lynesian Villages also took us on a tour
through the adjoining Brigham Young University
Campus, then as if by happenstance,
to the lavish Mormon Temple, but not thr
ough the Temple. Heaven forbid, that is only
the privilege of a select few, not ordinary si
nners. However, they did take us through the
Visitor's Center next to the Temple, wher
e we were given a low key speech about the
n a movie to further drive the message
home. Everyone was invited to sign the Visitors
' Register, a clever recruiting device that
is faithfully followed up by their young mi
ssionaries at your home address at a later
Restaurant for the ensuing dinner that
fic Pavilion, a huge amphitheater with
any number of mongrelized smorgasbord, chop
ticle about the scenic wonders of the Hawaiian
Islands. Rather it is to examine the race
-mixing and miscegenation that is characteristic
of Hawaii, of what the Jews, the Morm
ons and the bleeding-hearts (all for different
reasons) are doing to compound it, and what the White Man must do to regain this
away from the "original natives," since
there is hardly a genuine pure-blood native le
ft in these islands. The only exception
perhaps is the tiny island of Niihau, containing only 72 square miles and not far off the
and interest in their original racial stock to want to preserve it, when there is and was
Yes, they are, unless they are spiritually sick or demented. You can't be loyal to
your home team and at the same time be
a rival team. Only traitors who have been bought by the opposition do that.
bankroll and glorify not only one, but seven
In studying this question in depth, the answer comes up loud and clear: the
Mormon Church has gone Jewish, lock, stock, and barrel.
My Transformation from a
Jew-loving Mormon to a Militant Creator
the crafty Jews had
sunk their poisonous tentacles into the heart of the Mormon hierarchy almost
Mormon Temple in Oahu, I picked up a few pieces of their free literature on
So have we. You have been persecuted,
mistreated, misunderstood - so have we.
disseminated by the hierarchy of the church
itself. It fairly shouts: "We want to be Jews!"
Alright. That's what the stated, official position of the Mormon hierarchy is in their
B'nai B'rith

"Probably no people who are not themselves
Jews are so much concerned in the
igham Young church historian on the
occasion of the centennial of the birth
of Joseph Smith, founder of Mormonism.
Cedar City, Utah, sponsored an entire week of activities devoted to introducing
their 3,000 students, mostly Mormons, to
social achievements of Jews.
joined Hillel youth from Las Vegas in dancing Israeli dances and in eating humus and
Israel officials, the Las Vegas Jewish
Federation - which did yeoman's work in
helping organize the event made this a
The Book of Mormon
written 20 years earlier) nevertheless had one redeeming characteristic in his
Today the
in the Jewish goal of race-mixing.
Whereas Joseph Smith had no understanding of
Orson Hyde, himself a Jew,
Apostles, and in that year Joseph Smith sent Hyde to Palestine to dedicate that Arab
ogram of the Jews, the Mormons, and the
rapidly reinforced by a massive invasion
of the more aggressive Japanese, who,
thanks to American collaboration and encouragement, are rapidly buying up and
ud races would soon shrink and wither on
the vine.
"kamaaina" mud races that now pollute it. It is
the goal of The Church
of the Creator that
the White Race, Nature's Finest, inhabit exclus
ively every square mile of the good lands
sy prey is that a major segment of the
White Race is promoting its own selfdes
behind it has been none other than Christianity itself.

previous chapter, 1 am continuing the narrati
on of that same trip after leaving Hawaii
from where I left off in Chapter 15.
Tuesday, February 26, 1985
After several more phone calls, we finally got to the City Lights dinner at 7, a little late.
Wednesday, February 27
Lindy's Restaurant
At 6:30 we had dinner in the Orleans Coffee Shop
Thursday, February 28
op was at the Maryland Lakes apartments to
check out our condo #210. We found the ca
4021 N. 27 Ave. Since Henrie said she was
not hungry, I had dinner by myself at the nearby
Village Inn Restaurant. I called Carl at
about 8 PM to check things back at t
Friday, March 1, 1985
West Shopping Center, where we had lunch.
We looked at refrigerators at Montgomery
Ward, and in general looked at furniture at
other stores in the shopping center. However,
we didn't see anything we liked. Next we
went to Appliance TV City at 422 W. Cactus
St., and there we bought a real nice 22 c.f.
Hotpoint Refrigerator-freezer for a tota
l of $865.91. The salesman was Joe Juliano, and
he promised to deliver it to the apartment
The Wizard
of Oz
on television that night.
Saturday, March 2
place where we had eaten before, but could not
Sunday, March 3
leans Coffee House at the MGM Grand Hotel,
then went to see the Jubilee cocktail show
in the theatre of the same hotel (we had
made reservations before we left previously). While watching the show we had a bottle
back to our room we called the Whittlesby
Transportation Co. for transportation to the
airport the next morning.
Monday, March 4
ng and picking up some of the mail at the

Europe, and we decided that it had been
too long since we had made our last such foray, which was in 1973. Since we had a
fairly wide perception of the European landsc
ape, and since we were going to take only
two weeks off, we asked ourselves this question: which area in our judgment is the most
the Alpine region was Number One. We ther
efore decided that in the two short weeks
we could concentrate on the beautiful scenery
within the confines of this region. We
went to see our travel agent at the beginning of August and chose a Globus Gateway
Monday, August 19
Wednesday, August 21
and the Alps on what the Germans like to call their Romantic Road. On the way we
Thursday, August 22
Friday, August 23
ury cathedral. Then on to
center of the mighty Hapsburg Empire.
Saturday, August 24
University of Vienna
, which we had seen before, but went through again.
Sunday, August 25
Monday, August 26
, near the Italian border. We stopped for lunch at the Olympic ski resort of
Tyrolean Alps
Tuesday, August 27
Wednesday, August 28
Bregaglia Valley
, a sparkling Swiss summer resort with a charming Italian
character. Here we spent the rest of t
he day exploring the arcades of Via Nassa and
flower bedecked
Piazza Riforma
Thursday, August 29
Friday, August 30
In the afternoon we motored through the vineyards and apricot groves of the lower
Rhone Valley
Saturday, August 31
Old Town
, the capital of the old confederation. Finally, the scenic drive to
Sunday, September 1
Monday, September 2
Tuesday, September 3
. We flew back home from Frankfurt, arriving the same day.
rable tour that stick in my mind. This
was in the year of 1985, and I was aggressively
promoting my views on Creativity to
loud, raucous voice, usually sat near the front of the bus, and never stopped talking.
like coming down to dinner, and I was late
first questions were: what was Creativity all
about, and was I an atheist? I replied, no, I was not an atheist, I was a
, but
rather than explain our religion, she could
read some of my books, if she cared to.
this spirit supposedly leaves our body and then will be brought to judgment by other
Just what is a spirit?
what is it?
what it isn't.
what it is
itive and you can back up with evidence.
This kind of conversation went on at our little table for about two hours long after
what is a spirit?
last night, and it was all my fault.
what is a spirit?
he tour guide slip me a note. It said:
- a general principle of life (human beings, animals, plants).
principle of intellect (human soul/spirit).
what is a spirit.
when we finished dinner in the hotel dining
room in Montreux, Switzerland, we sat dow
n on a sofa in the hotel lobby and had our
discussion. The discussion lasted about three
hours, but I will not go into any great
ork of the Christian religion to which he
had devoted most of his adult life, rested on the
supposition that there is a supernatural
world of spirits floating around out there
God, and what was his perception of him.
Was he like a male father, only much smarter?
His answer was very fuzzy. No, he said,
the anthropomorphic image, the fa
ther image, was not real,
just an explanation for the
simple people to grasp more easily, he explained. God was intelligence. Where did he
the image of man? No shape, just all
over. That sounds like the scientists' descrip

change In our eating routine from what we had followed at home. Naturally, on such an
different times she had fasted at a place in Bonita Springs, Florida, once for a period as
car there, I could also go for a drive whenever I wanted to.
Each morning, at about 10 o'clock, the nurse would check into my room and take my
Miami Herald
own bag the cook had given me. I drove 462
miles that day, stopping at the Colonial Inn at
(b) My joints didn't feel stiff after I got out of the car after a long drive.
and slept from 9 PM until 2 AM, and then I
Chapter Twenty
Phoenix in February, 1986
of November of 1985, celebrating both Thanksgiving and our anniversary, our 39th. We
promotion of Creativity in t
he coming year. We sat down in my newly built art studio and
talked for the next three hours about our plans fo
r 1986. Poor Carl! Little did either he or
I know that before the year of 1986 was over Carl would be
sitting behind bars in a
na grew colder, with much fog in the
mornings. Henrie and I were thinking about sunny Arizona and our newly acquired
apartment in Phoenix. We still had a lot of work
to do to furnish it fully and put it into
good shape; and we were in some of our wintertime enjoying it.
Tuesday, February 18
Wednesday, February 19
Shoney’s in Monroe, Louisiana. When we came to the Texas line, we stopped at the
traffic jam was terrible, and added to that, in order to make my driving more miserable,
Thursday, February 20
cost us $700, and that he took in $285 in contributions yesterday, including $200 from
oom, we left Weatherford and proceeded down
I-20 to Colorado City, where we had lunch at
the Villa Restaurant. Turned off I-20 on to
U.S. 285 to stop in at the Pecos Museum. We
found it very interesting. They had a large
collection of western artifacts and memorabilia.
in at the Best Western Stevens Motel.
Friday, February 21
Sands National Park. We found the white dunes, a most interesting geological
phenomena, and took several pictures. We also
went through their Visitors' Center,
which was most informative. Back on I-20 going west, we stopped at a tourist trap called
reached Wilcox, Arizona, pulled in for the night
at the Plaza Inn and had dinner at their
restaurant. We drove a total of 419 miles.
Saturday, February 22
through a number of souvenir places, including one run by a dealer of interesting dolls.
Had lunch at Denny's in Tucson, then drove on north to Phoenix on I-10, arriving there
Sunday, February 23
19th Ave. on the west side of I-10.
oor sample kitchen table for $117., and a
vacuum cleaner.
Monday, February 24
the Levitz Show Room to show her my
selection. She highly approved. Bought de
sk, $129; hutch, $129; chest of drawers,
$149; headboard $89; nightstand $88. To
tal with delivery, $702.
Tuesday, February 25
Wednesday, February 26
Indian School Road. It used to be the Stag and Hound last year.
Thursday, February 27
y's, Thrifty Drugstore and to Chris-Town
Plaza on the other side of the I-10 Freeway. At
ed packing for the trip back home. We felt
t the old and all white Mission of San Xavier de
Bac, about ten miles south of Tucson. Dr
ove on to Las Cruces, New Mexico and
checked in at the Messilla Valley Inn (Bes
t Western), arriving at 6:10 PM. We had a
good prime rib dinner at Eddies Bar & Grill, (
next to the motel). Drove a total of 415
Saturday, March 1
. Breakfast at Eddie's next door. Called Carl to see if everything was
ough El Paso. Looked very dry and desolate.
Had lunch at Van Horn, a small Chef's Sa
lad. Merged I-10 with I-20. Drove on to
Abilene, Texas and stayed at the American Best
Western Motel. Novel room. Both the
bathtub and the wash bowl in the vanity were
in the shape of the State of Texas. Had a
Jacuzzi in the tub. The weather wa
s great. Drove 495 miles for the day.
Sunday, March 2
Dallas-Times Herald,
Monday, March 3
our of the National Battle ground Park and
Tuesday, March 4
Landry from California. He wanted me to
know that he would be delighted to come help me with the School for Gifted Boys, and
said that in the meantime he would send me
an appraisal of Jewish infiltration into the
Atheist movement.
Chapter Twenty-one
Great Promoter, especially as age was in
creasingly edging up on me. I was now 68,
and I was desperately searching for a man whom I could not only trust to carry on the
The Commission
9 AM on that date, and taking several audio
tapes along to listen to during the day long
trip; I headed out west for Jackson, stopping
only for lunch at the Holiday Inn loca
ted about 10 miles west of Chattanooga,
Tennessee. After driving 534 miles, I arrived in Jackson at 6:45 PM and checked in at
Restaurant and had shrimp and steak dinners. (I picked up the tab.) At the end of the
waffled on the issue, he made it clear to me that we were on the same wave length
each of the three all five of my (then)
Instead, when we got there he brought his lawn mower out of the shed and started
for the night. After having breakfast at the
nearby Holiday Inn, I hit the road again at 9
AM, deciding to remain on I-20 to Atlanta,
instead of following the previous I-59 and
Chattanooga route. I found a group of about
20 firefighters also lunching. They were fight
ing some out of control fires in the nearby
to the man, I came to the conclusion that
his pro-Christian front was phoney, and he did
I got back home at 4:30 PM and stopped at the church to talk to Carl. He had received a
Chapter Twenty-two
Harassment and Fireworks
Miami Herald
time to time, but despite us notifying
the Sheriff's Department, no one was ever
we ever pause in putting out and distributing our Flagship paper,
Racial Loyalty,
and every month. We were growing, and as I
said in the last chapter after coming back
In the early hours of June 14, 1986, Henrie woke me at 3:10 in the early morning hours
ch of the Creator in the Early Morning
Hours of June 14, 1986
of the Church of the Creator
. At approximately 3:10 A.M. I was awakened by some loud
and boisterous voices. Two male voices were talking and laughing in the darkness.
tion, the sound seemed to be coming from
somewhere near our school, or near t
he entrance of our private road.
I did hear the following snatches of
wled into the upstairs apartment through
the kitchen window, since I did not want to ex
pose myself in the light, nor did I turn on
any lights in the apartment. The first thing I di
d was to try to call the Sheriff, using my
flashlight to see my way. I tried twice to
call the Sheriff, but the line was busy. I then
called Mr. Klassen's house. His wife answer
ed the phone. I told her about what I had
heard, and would Mr. Klassen call the Sheri
people were that were threatening to burn down
the church and probably kill me as well.
Mr. Klassen did call the Sheriff's Dept. at approximately 3:20 A.M., and specifically
in the meadow to the back of the
school and eventually to the main road, (Old
441) but I could not locate the people who
had been talking so loudly before. As I was near
ing the entrance to our private road, I
heard a car coming up behind me from the
in the ditch by the main road as they passed by. I saw them turn into our private road
and do the classical thing we have noticed most previous terrorists have done. They
en's and the Bergstrom's entrances, turned
around, then drove back to the front of t
he church. There they stopped and turned out
their car lights.
ted the Sheriffs office by this time and
gotten dressed, was in his car and coming down the road to see what was going on.
They were sitting in front of the church in their car, (probably 20 seconds). When they
e by the sign that plainly said “PRIVATE
TRESPASSING." I intended to stop them
t at the church and I told him what had
happened. We then got in the car and drove down
Old 441 to the bridge to see if we
could perhaps find the culprit's car on the r
oad, but we did not. We then drove back to
the church and looked at the clock. It was
3:51 AM. We then got out and walked down
the road to see if there were any signs of ca
r damage. Using the flashlight we saw a trail
of water on the main road in an erratic pat
h, and we assumed that the radiator had been
pierced. In making the shots I had tried to k
eep them low at tire level, and not aim for
quad car and two Deputies did arrive, and we
voluntarily gave the Deputies a
brief resumé of what happened.
A. Trusty of Dillard, Georgia. Another squad car arrived from the Sheriff's office with two
been here to look up some "old friends," the Lents, to have a drink with them, and ask
As far as we are concerned, the key question still remains unanswered, and that is this:
found loitering in the vicinity of the church during unreasonable hours of the night.
they said that they were merely looking up "old friends" to have a drink, at 3:30 in the
parcel of the conspiracy. We therefore
e property adequately posted as such.
run me down by moving vehicle.
onstitutional rights as guaranteed by the First
did what I did legally and deliberately and that is to try to apprehend the culprits involved
in a criminal conspiracy to violate my civ
il, religious and Constitutional rights and those
of my church, specifics of which I have already listed.
down the culprits. But not for the Church of the Creator, despite the fact that it has been
circumstances: and that is to protect his ow
n life, his property and Constitutional rights
when the legal authorities and law enforcement
agencies fail to do so, when they have
become partial, discriminatory
don't happen to agree with it.
not gone out to seek trouble, to intrude and
invade other people's churches, homes or pr
operties. We have been the victims, not the
culprits, of terrorists aggressions and attacks,
and evidently without any legal recourse,
ne: If the legally inst
ituted authorities will not
render equal protection under the law, as guar
anteed by the 14th Amendment, then it is
incumbent upon every reasonable, prudent, self
respecting citizen to do what he is
bound to do: protect his life, liberty and property
the best way he can. This I have tried
to do within the legal bounds of the Constitu
tion as spelled out in the First, Second,
Fourth and Fourteenth Amendments.
onstitutional rights be respected and that
Warrants be issued for the arrest of the conspirators and transgressors, and their still
that morning and recorded them in my day
book. For the sake of posterity I believe it is
relevant that I repeat them In this book,
although they may not exactly mesh with Carl
's version. I will pick up from where I was
barrelling down the road to the church and t
he intruders "took off like a scalded cat."
Here are my notes on the morning of June 14:
Vaguely, I heard a number of shots which were fired by Carl as they were trying to
escape past him at the gate entrance. (He was stationed at the "No Trespassing" sign.)
The time just before I left the house was 3:
heard Carl calling as he was coming towards my car. He then told me what had
happened, and we decided to drive after the prowlers (in my car) in case they were
ited for Deputies from the Sheriffs
Department to arrive, which they did at 4:05. We told them what had happened. They
with his department, but we first wanted to
obtain a lawyer and have him present when
we did. He said he needed to talk to "my young man" and they would be here in about
and placed in custody, to be held for
trial. I applied for a release bond, which
was granted by Magistrate Waldroop. The
I had talked to my attorney, Richard S. Jones, while at the courthouse, and made an
appointment with him for Wednesday at 2:30 PM
. (End of my notes for Saturday.)
When I say "my attorney" I use the term loosely, because I seldom used him, but had
known him for about 15 years. It was he and his family from whom I had bought the
the outskirts of Houston, Texas. He said he
was a friend of Gale Bailey, who had come
to visit me during the previous year. Be
sides some smaller donations earlier, Gale
Bailey was the first to make a one thousand dollar donation to the church. A little earlier
we had inaugurated a program in which we offered to plant a tree along
with a plaque honoring the donor if the am
ount of the donation was $1000 or
more. Gale Bailey had the honor of being the first man to do so, and Carl duly planted a
followed suit for whom we planted trees in the ensuing years.
repeatedly. Anything he could do to help the c
Richard Jones, the following Wednesday at 2:30,
Jones was head of a partnership of several attorneys, who officially were listed as
Carl did not trust the establishment la
wyers, and besides, he had committed no crime,
he said. He had done the honorable thing and defended the church, he said. He had
from prowlers who had threatened to
burn the church down and commit other mayhem. He wasn't going to plead guilty when
than travel expenses. Don had vehemently dec
lared earlier that any assault on the
defend him and pay the legal costs, including
Jones' attorneys' fees, if he chose to go that
route, whatever those fees might be. I also
made it clear that I did not claim to be any
kind of legal expert and the decision as to
which way to go was squarely up to him. Carl decided he would act in his own defense
our decision.
Chapter Twenty-three
Legal Maneuvering, Trickery and Stonewalling
would be arriving at 9:35 in Atlanta tomo
Then at 3 PM I took Don back to the airport, arriving there at 6 PM.
see the Magistrate about filing a complaint agai
nst the Trustys. To my surprise, I found
that Michael Sharp, whom I had known for 15
years, was one of the three Magistrates,
and he was on duty that afternoon. He seemed very nervous, and gave us very much
the runaround. He suggested we wait until M
onday morning and take it up with Charles
Boring, who had all the information and was handling the case. We insisted that it was
up to us to give him our complaint, regardle
ss of what "information" Boring might have.
But Instead of persisting that he take our co
mplaint as we had come to achieve, we
the name of Waldroop. We went in prepared
with a tape recorder. Waldroop referred us to
the Sheriff's office. We told him we had
already been to that office last week, but
we went back anyway. There, a blonde young
fellow told us we had to initiate our charges
with the Magistrate's Office. And so It went,
round and around. Sheriff Moses Insisted that
we type up our charges and give him a
written statement of the whole affair.
pick up Don Johnson at the Atlanta Airport. I
at 8:45 AM and we drove to the Macon
County Courthouse for the "Probable Cause"
George Moses about our complaint against
the Trustys. He was still "investigating." Carl
then drove Don back to the Atlanta Airport,
where his flight was scheduled to leave at 1 AM Thursday, July 17.
Chapter Twenty-four
A Journey into History Lands
Pennsylvania and surrounding areas, the Civil War
called Don Johnson and told him we had put up
a mail box on the County road 1102 (at our
own road entrance) and sent the new
address to him. I also told him we would
be going on a trip for the next ten days or so,
but since he and Bobbi would not be arriving fo
r some time anyway, this should present
no problem.
Quality Inn, and I had dinner at the Johnny
Appleseed Restaurant. (We were now in Johnny Appleseed country.) I had BBQ pork
ribs, while Henrie stayed in the motel room and had grapes. (She was on a fruitarian
Tuesday, September 9
Wednesday, September 10
National Tower
to see the Old Dutch Village. Next we
drove five miles west of town on HW 116
Monday, he told me. Henrie and I had lunch at the Dobbin House restaurant on
Steinwehr Avenue. That night
I started reading a book on
Mennonite Life
by John
Thursday, September 11
Friday, September 12
Drove south on HW 896 to an Amish village. We were given a viewing of the interior of
We drove to another Amish place, the Hershey Farm, and had lunch there, then drove
Saturday, September 13
Chocolate Factory. It was done in real style. We sat in a little car on tracks, (along with a
Mr. Milton Snavely Hershey
site which became the base of his manufacturing plant and subsequently also became
Hershey Industrial School
Hershey Museum
tercourse, then had dinner at the Best Western
Sunday, September 14
Stopped at a Red Lobster Restaurant for
lunch. Arrived at Fredericksburg at approx
imately 3:40 PM and checked in at the
Johnny Appleseed Best Western Motel. Call
ed Carl at H.Q. Everything under control.
Had received $210 from Mr. Nieman in Holland, and $50 from a young fellow in New
Zealand. Drove to a Safeway store to pi
ck up some items, then had dinner at the
Johnny Appleseed Restaurant. Watched the TV show on CBS,
The Last Days of
What they neglected to mention was
that the Jews deliberately had him
murdered in order to shut him up.
Monday, September 15
Hill, where we had dinner at the Sea
Ranch Restaurant. Nice dining room, had
crabmeat wrapped in crepes. Good. At
night we watched the TV movie,
The Ghost of
Flight 340.

Tuesday, September 16
the dining room of the motel at a window overlooking the ocean. After checking out we
HW 64, then inadvertently got on HW 264 and
drove all the way to Raleigh, North
Wednesday, September 17
hecked with Troy Whiteside about the
picked up the mail at Dillard. Got home at
about 5 PM.
Addendum: In the previous ten day trip I got the ideas for writing three articles for future
Chapter Twenty-five
Building a New Home
e Point, Florida, in 1983, and make the
move to North Carolina permanent, Henrie
and I also had in mind the building of a
for what its original purpose was, namely
a vacation place. But as a full-fledged, room
y, permanent home, Henrie kept reminding
me, it was too small and inadequate. Especia
lly now that we had a married daughter, a
son-in-law, and three grandchildren that came to
visit us every so often. She wanted a
larger bedroom for herself, with an accompany
ing sun room of her own. She wanted a
bigger living room. She wanted a bigger kitchen.
She wanted a fully finished basement
which would not only have the present library
, but three nice bedrooms and a full bath to
accommodate Kim and Walt and the grandchildren when they came to visit. In short,
on that that was where the house was to be
built. We debated pro and con. Should we modify and enlarge the existing cabin?
a different location? Or should we tear it
down and start from scratch? The latter seem
ed such a waste and a shame. But in the
end, that is the conclusion we finally came to.
with whom, too, we had done considerable
business before. His name was Jack Patton,
with whom we had also discussed the
different alternatives before. We now announc
ed our decision that we would tear the
cabin down and build the new house in its place.
We were hemmed in by certain limitations because of the beautiful large oak trees that
Sanders said it would take him about two weeks to tear down the cabin and clear the
smaller items into dozens of boxes, the sa
me dreary routine as we had gone through in
Florida before moving here. We stored all
change), or in the warehouse back of the
church, and/or in the basement of the church
. We timed our leaving for November 14,
so we could take full advantage of our two-w
eek time-share stay at our Hawk's Nest
condo in the Florida Keys. So the next day
, November 15, Billy Sanders and his crew
were ready to go to it and started the pr
ocess of tearing down our beloved cabin.
A little more than two weeks later we were back, and the contractor and his men had
opportunity to further watch and discuss building developments with the contractor. By
apartment in Phoenix, Arizona, during the Christmas holidays and on into January. But
mail at the Post Office and answering the
mail, Don was holding down the fort and seemed to be working on his legal education
felt great. I kept in touch by telephone wit
h Billy Sanders as to the progress of the
building program on any problem
s that might be coming up.
but like every other contractor, you had to
watch his every step. One hassle I recall in particular was about the shingles on the
roof. The contract called specifically for cedar shake shingles, the thick kind, such as
hed to the point where we could start
moving in. This In itself was quite an oper
ation, but it was a most happy occasion.
Actually, not everything was quite finis
moved in. Since on such weekends Walt first had to finish his day at the clinic and they
Chapter Twenty-six

start a C.O.T.C. group out there in Texas.
Gale Bailey's was a friend of mine and the church. After some back and forth
correspondence, on June 19 he even sent a check for $535.54 to the church to obtain a
Carl had just had his shoot-out with the
divorce. He had a son who was in his late twenties, and he had two daughters from his
previous marriages. His son was in the penitentiary for a 50 year term on some gun
ear old daughter (to whom Don jokingly
referred to as 24, going on 12) all lived in a ranch house on two acres that Gale Bailey
had rented, and from which he ran his elec
trical business. Somehow Don and Bobbi
had inveigled themselves into his business and into his rented house.
after stopping at the church and giving Carl la
st minute instructions. Driving a total of
463 miles, I checked in at the Best Western
in Mobile, Alabama. I left the motel at 7:40
AM the next morning (Thursday) and after havi
ng breakfast at the Ramada Inn, I drove
west on I-10. After driving 463 miles and taking several subsidiary roads, I finally
reached Spring, Texas, at 5:35 PM, which is
about 20 miles north of Houston, and close
to their place. Here I checked in at the Cy
press Court Quality Inn, and immediately after
arriving, called Don. He and Bobbi dropped in
at my room at 7:40 PM and Don and I
had a drink to mark the occasion. Then we
drove to the Red Lobster Restaurant and
had dinner. We were soon joined by Jeff and Darlene Sanderson. Jeff was Gale's
he two of us went to have breakfast at
Champ's Restaurant about a mile away. After
going back to the motel, I followed Don to
their two acre complex in Miracle Lakes.
and we drove to the Steak and Ale
Restaurant to have dinner. I had prime rib.
We then drove over to Jeff and Arlene
Sanderson's home and visited for about an hour. Don highly recommended Jeff as
being a very capable administrator and we should have him join us at the church. I was
back at my motel at about 10:45.
home, arriving that evening on Sunday, August 10. Evidently our negotiations had been
successful, and the Johnsons were going to join us in our enterprise in North Carolina.
Chapter Twenty-seven

not want to break into the middle of that stor
County in Franklin on December 15, despite all the motions and strategy he and Don
Johnson had made and planned. The prosecutor wa
s that nasty idiot by the name of
Jerry Townson, the same JOG stooge who had prosecuted Carl in the hearing on July
Allen, another member of the Masonic
conspiracy, and the trial was to be held in
Superior Court, as I have already stated.
ch with their lights out at 3:30 in the
morning of June 14. I have already related in
an earlier chapter of how Carl had heard
loud voices outside on the church grounds, thr
down the building, and shoot the bald-headed dude when he came running out. I have
also told of our calling the Sheriff's D
epartment and informing them
about the threats,
off an explanation that would have been incredible to even a six year old child.
However, she had been well coached and her
story was well rehearsed. She and her
husband claimed that they had come our way
to see their dear "close" friends, the
Rolley Lents, who, at one time had lived in t
he house across the road from us, but had
moved nine months earlier. The Trustys claimed they were just going to have a friendly
drink with the Lents and ask them about co-s
igning on a loan for a truck with them.
Would you believe? They hardly knew each ot
on them at 3:30 in the morning!
ouple in their seventies and did not drink, nor
were they inclined to any such frivolities at
3:30 in the morning, or any other time. In the
second place, they barely knew of the Tr
ustys, who were a generation younger and had
had next to nothing in common with them. The fa
ct that the Trustys didn't even know
at their present residence and asked them if
they were willing to sign an affidavit to the effe
ct that none of the Trustys' claims of close
been extremely ludicrous. They said they would be glad to, and had the Trustys
Trustys would drag them into such an
outrageous lie, and they gladly signed an affidavit
to that effect, and we had it notarized.
I entered it as evidence into the case on Ca
rl's behalf, with the firm belief that it would
be a powerful repudiation of t
he Trusty's idiotic story.
every meaningful piece of evidence presented, and the judge would immediately
made mention of it, the prosecutor would immediately scream objection, and the judge
this clique of Masonic hyenas, the Constitution mattered not a damn. The judge and the
prosecutor were in charge, and whatever
they said was the law and prevailed without
any meaningful opposition from anybody. In this respect I blame Don Johnson, who
lient's Constitutional rights. Don Johnson
was not allowed to advise Carl, not even speak to him, or even sit near him. And so it
went. This conspiratorial clique was out
He believes they tried to tempt him to make a break for it, at which time the other non-
North Carolina penitentiary for a number of months, then to the Newton, North Carolina
Chapter Twenty-eight
In Phoenix over the Holidays, 1986-87
my presence too obvious during the period of
Carl's trial, although I attended much of
the trial, and even appeared on the witness
stand on Carl's behalf. During this same period I
talked to the judge, to the prosecutor
and even Sheriff in Carl's defense, it was, in
fact, the Carl Messick shooting incident that
sparked their renewed persecution of me by
there was nothing more that I could do. If
there was, Don Johnson, being a paralegal, coul
ctor, we were all packed and left the house
at 2 PM on our way to Kim and Walt's. We stopped at the Red Lobster in Winston
Salem for dinner and arrived at the Moore's house at 8:30
ng other items with them. We finally got to bed at 12
Thursday, December 18
Friday, December 19
Saturday, December 20
Sunday, December 21
Monday, December 22
thieves call this making a "levy," but what it really amounts to is an illegal seizure
piracy, thieving and several other choice
definitions. In any case, I did not feel too
secure with the funds being where they were,
being well aware that the banks, the Federal
Reserve, and the Jewish pirates were all
there were only five such private banks left who still operated under the grandfather
of about 300 to 500 people, we went back to I-
35 and drove on to Austin, Texas. We then
took the Hill Country Trail (US 290) to
Fredericksburg, where we stopped and had lunc
h at the Golden Corral Restaurant. We
drove on west and joined I-10 and continued on to
Ft. Stockton. Arriving at 6:10, we
checked in at the Sunday House Motor Inn (B.W.) to find we had the finest room we had
sized beds. We had dinner at a nearby
restaurant, Spanish steak, soup and sal
ad bar. Drove a total of 460 miles.
Tuesday, December 23
Wednesday, December 24
Thursday, December 25, Christmas Day
Friday, December 26
Saturday, December 27
groceries. Then to Appliance-TV City at Cactus and 43 Ave., and bought a 25 inch
Sunday, December 28
Going Like Sixty
by Richard Armour. 133 pages about enjoying life in
the senior years.
Monday, December 29
d and Indian School for lunch. Then we went
Tuesday, December 30
Wednesday, December 31
Thursday, January 2, 1987
Friday, January 2
Saturday, January 3
Sunday, January 4
Monday, January 5
Tuesday, January 6
Thursday, January 8
The Book of Mormon.
Saturday, January 10
281 miles, then pulled in at the Best Western American Motel at Lordsburg, New
Sunday, January 22
(It had a lot of nice paintings on display at
that time, but it Is now no longer a Holiday
Inn.) Drove on to Big Spring, Texas on I-20,
arriving there at 6:20 PM after driving 504 m
iles. Had a steak dinner at Ron Griffin's
Restaurant nearby. Big, busy place, more Mexicans.
Monday, January 12
Tuesday, January 13
Wednesday, January 14, 1987
Chapter Twenty-nine

until November, 1986, the next issue was delayed until February, 1987, and the
in fact, a very capable manager. She did
Every time I would ask him as to how much longer it would take him to have it ready, his
Chapter Thirty
The Art Company Agreement
of the Creator I repeatedly managed to become
ed to North Carolina, I was introduced to
he was making rapid progress. He told me of all the outstanding successes that had
Then a third party entered into the picture. A young friend of Tad's, by the name of
William P. Therrien, the Church of the Cr
eator, and myself as President. The company
was known as The Art Co. I loaned them the $9000,
but this time it was out of the funds
that I had donated to the Church
of the Creator, since we were expecting the church to
benefit from this action. The note was
guaranteed to me and signed personally by Tad
Calm, his wife June, and by William Therrien. We were off and running and things
building it up again, not to worry, he said. Where William Therrien was, I had no idea,
and Tad was very vague about it. He was "on the road."
spring of 1982, and I was deeply preoccupied with
were numerous reassurances that he would
located in Pompano Beach. He duly filed suit on behalf of myself, as one case, and
another on behalf of the Church, as a sec
ond case, in the Circuit Court in Ft.
No. 20 in Georgia. On January 25, after c
hecking at the church (Don Johnson had just
We arrived there in the evening and she had a good dinner prepared for us. Next
Courthouse. We found much constructi
on going on at the expanding Courthouse and
the closest parking place we could find was about a quarter of a mile away. We went to
le. Our attorney, Alton A. Linn, Jr., soon
ed against them and went back to North
sponse from the attorney, nor from the
collection agency, for what seemed an overly
long time. When I inquired at both places
by telephone, they were hard to reach. When I finally did make contact, the answers
were vague, strange and ambiguous. One of
them said the Galins had filed for
Chapter Thirty-one

Before the Civil War, the State of Mississippi was one of the wealthiest, if not the
all that, and today Mississippi is one of the poorest and most backward in the union. Be
, while our new house was being built, we decided to take the time out
to visit it again. Henrie and I planned to leave on March 27. Having consulted with Billy
Sanders, the contractor, about choices of tile
the post office, we had lunch at cabin #20 and packed to leave. We stopped and paid
our rental bill up to the 27th, and talked to John Dillard about giving us some concession
during our absence. On this count we won a partial concession.
made with them on a new 1987 Pontiac 6000 LE station wagon.
Left Clayton at about 12:45 PM and headed south to Atlanta, then east on 1-20 all the
Friday, March 27, 1987
rt Gibson, then drove down another side road
grand old Windsor Plantati
1859-61, and destroyed in a fire in 1890. T
he huge and beautiful Corinthian columns (I
believe we counted 14) left standing are some
of the most outstanding of all the
southern ante-bellum mansions.
had dinner at Chug's Restaurant a few blocks away. I had broiled catfish and she had
crab Augustin.
Saturday, March 28
Sunday, March 29
. After checking out of the Scottish Inn, we had breakfast at the Best
Monday, March 30, at Waco, Texas
liday Inn that was about to open and
received a "complimentary lunch."
(Best Western) at Arkadeiphia, Arkansas, a
Tuesday, March 31
that the staff was practically all black,
78 all the way to Hamilton, Alabama,
population 4500. We checked in at the Holiday
Inn, where I had dinner at their dining
room, while Henrie fasted on an appl
e in the room. Drove 352 miles.
Wednesday, April 1, 1987
then checked out and left at 9 AM, traveling south on US 73. Fairly good road, half of it
Atlanta and joined I-85. Drove north on US 441, then took a side trip to see Bill Stratton
groceries at Winn-Dixie. Drove on to the
school to turn on the heat. Looked at the
construction job at the house to see if
any progress had been made in our absence. Not
much, the breakfast nook had been closed in. Henrie picked up her car at the church.
We talked briefly to the Johnsons, then drove to our cabin #20. Drove a total of 378
Chapter Thirty-two
Church of the Creator Is most painful for
me to report. It Is not the first time I have been bilked and booby-trapped, nor is it the
last. I have already told of my intensive search for a relatively safe haven for what
resources I owned personally, and those in t
he name of the church, and how to prevent
the long and crooked arm of the IRS from grabbi
ng them at any time without warning. I
have also related of how I was advised by Don Johnson that a private bank in Texas
he Feds, nor Texas State authorities, was
ms of money, both ours and that of the
church, Henrie and I wanted to find out as quickly as possible as to what had happened,
and what, if anything, could be done. Since
no information was forthcoming from the
Chilton bank, and since the Texas Banking Commission offered nothing but the formal
co, Texas, in Hall County, whose county
seat Is Marlin, an insignificant rural area,
an area that contains much of nothing. We
decided the county records of the Chilton B
ank case would be the place to start.
miles took us all the way to the town of Mar
here we consulted the Court Clerk. She said
they had no part in the case either, but point
ed to the District Court on the third floor.
We went up to the third floor and there t
he District Court Clerk had the Texas Banking
Commission Case on file, in a folder ready fo
articles. I picked out four articles and asked if they could make copies of them, which
Austin, about 100 miles distant. We arrived at 5:45 PM and chose to stay at the Quality
ng Commission In their actions against the
Chilton Bank was Joe Alfred Izen, whose office
was located in Houston. I studied Izen's
brief the rest of the evening.
the Marlin District Court records, the
Marlin Democrat and Waco Herald Tribune
stories, the Federal Bankruptcy Court
records in Waco, quite a different stor
y emerged from what I had been told by Don
true and applied to the management of the bank during the 70 or so years of ownership
To quote one example, in the Transpac Oil Co. case alone, $172 million in fraudulent
Henrie and I arrived in Austin on Tuesday,
August 11, 1987, we sought out the Texas Banking Commission, which was located at
2601 N. Lamar Blvd. We arrived at the St
ate Finance Building at 11 AM. We were
amazed at the plush accommodations and spacious
layout of the building. We took the
elevator to the third floor where the
Banking Commission resided and walked across a
going to review part of the highlights.
. I asked about his whereabouts, was he free, or was he in prison, and
. I asked how was it possible to allow dozens of overdrafts, running into
as much as $250,000, or even $800,000, and not
bounce those checks. Contreras said
it was obviously sloppy banking practice, but Landon had evidently chosen to allow it. In
some cases where the overdrafts remained unpaid, they were converted into loans.
Were any of these loans secured, and could they be recovered, I asked. The loans were
. I reminded Contreras that I had talked to him on the phone in May and that he
had told me there was $700,000 cash found
on hand at the bank, but now that the
report had been put out, it showed only $413,000.
e were deposits at other institutions, such
as Merrill Lynch, the largest, and the Republic
Bank at Waco, and others. He never did
explain the difference, but said they
had found new deposits since the report, and the
figure now was probably larger than $413,000.
(d) Treasury Bills
. He had been indicted on a minor c
harge of not reporting a deposit
of over $10,000 to the IRS and had used subterfuge by splitting it into two accounts. He
was free and loose, living somewhere around
Chilton. When I asked what possible gain
and Contreras said, why, the depositor's, of course. I said I understood the International
in writing. It sounded outright stupid to me, although I did not say so. If they were at all
Co. At the conclusion of the conversation, I told him I had three possible theories about
depositors from the beginning.
dered as the most probable, was that they
town called Giddings, Texas. We each had a good B.Q. sandwich and a peach cobbler
Wednesday, August 12
would call back later. In the meantime, Henrie and I went over to Denny's and had
breakfast. I called again at 9:30, then again at 11:56 and again at 2:12 PM. Each time
to have an answer to was this: Just what
did he and his group intend to do about it all?
His answer was that they intended to have the Courts force the bank into a bankruptcy
AM), and checked out of the motel. We
had breakfast at Denny's and drove east on
I-10 through the middle of Houston and on
to Lake Charles, Louisiana. Here we stopped for lunch at the Catfish Connection
car was parked some distance away from our upstairs room, and our raincoats and
umbrella were in it. So I walked to the front office, all under the shelter of the overhang,
h on East Blvd. to explore the ASF, the
We had good
seats, four rows from the front. However,
as the play progressed, Henrie began to feel
sick, weak, and shaky. We therefore left at
intermission time and went back to the motel
without seeing the second half.
Saturday, August 15, 1987
help but wonder what role my prime Church resident, Don Johnson, might have in the
whole scam. Of all the thousands of banks in the United States, why had he steered me
to a tiny, insignificant bank that no one else had ever heard of, located in the dumpy
mmission did make some
effort to recover
moved into the church for no other reason than to help JOG wreck our movement, and
had he ever done a number on us!
on to load up on groceries, then stopped at
the Dillard Post Office to pick up a big cardboar
d box full of mail, arriving home at 4 PM.
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t, although destructive, part in our program
during their domicile at the church, it behooves
us to take a closer look at their
background, part of which I have already rela
ted in previous chapters. As I stated
before, Don Johnson made his entree into my
confidence by stating that he was a close
friend of Gale Bailey, who was the first to make a $1000 donation to the Church and in
whose memory we planted the first tree on Leadership Lane.
both in the prime of their life, in their
back to Texas and visit him in the penitentiary. According to Don, his trial had been
Bobbi's mother's husband (but not her father)
had just died. He had been 68 years old and in good health, when he had a sudden
themselves at home and rearranging the
s. While being at our apartment in Arizona
I had written a major portion of my autobiography
on yellow
curricula, nor filming a single chapter
of his prestigious law course.
at 12:30 AM to be exact, I thought I heard my
phone ringing. I was half asleep, and the phone wa
s in my study upstairs, a room and a
hallway removed from my bedroom. My hearing isn't any too good In the first place, and
When I picked up the receiver, I heard Bobbi
screeching at the top of her voice "For Chri
and Don was lying on the bed with only his
briefs on. His eyes were half closed and I noticed that his lips were beginning to turn
blue. Henrie immediately tried to give hi
m mouth to mouth resuscitation. She had taken
a course at the Pompano Beach Fire Station in
first aid about 20 years earlier. I tried to
thump his chest with my fist as I had seen doctors do in movies. Bobbi just screamed -
when is that damn ambulance coming? Finally, in about half an hour after I had called,
gave up and carried him down the outside stairs into the ambulance and took off like a
streak of lightning. Henrie, Bobbi and I ju
mped into my car and followed them at about
80 miles an hour. Personally, by this time I felt it was all over, but, of course, we all
they could, but Don was gone.
part, we decided all we could do that night
(it was about 3 AM) was to take Bobbi back home. Henrie stayed with her at the
the night. Bobbi started making a number
of phone calls.
had been taken, to make arrangements. She decided that his body was to be cremated.
w days later and talked to Bobbi, but what
ily suspected that Bobbi might have had
ir was that only a year earlier, Bobbi's
good health, but had died of a sudden heart attack. Now Don, age 52, had also been in
seemingly good health, and he too had died of a sudden heart attack. Coincidence, or
Racial Loyalty
No. 10)
without much success, and now with Carl gone,
I didn't even have a Hasta Primus to
iler hitched to the rear of the U-Haul on
which to load her car. She also hired a couple from Franklin to help load their huge
collection of baggage. She took off on April
Chapter Thirty-Four

As was our usual custom since we acquired the apartment in Phoenix, Henrie and I
planned to spend about a month away from North Carolina and take advantage of the
where we stayed at the Best Western
Motel. From there I called George Arlen in
Lewisville, Texas, a suburb of Dallas. George
had been handling our legal hassle with the IR
S for years. In the meantime he had
spent some ten months in the penitentiary
P.O. Box 65 Fallbrook, CA 92028
turned from my trip to So. California.
Thank you for your hospitality and the taping of the show. So allow me to now say -
many thanks.
y way the White Race can beat the
monster and survive is by sheer power - to build a powerhouse larger and stronger than
the Jewish powerhouse and smash the hell out
of it. Secondly, I have been preaching
that the only way that can be done is the sa
me way as the miserable parasitic Jews
have built theirs - by polarization and di
spersion - around a dynamic powerful racial
religion. See again "Dispersion and Polarization" in
Racial Loyalty
No. 14.
of wax - to build that powerhouse. Also the
White Race has the manpower, wealth, res
ources, intelligence and numbers to do the
job. The biggest roadblock in my opinion is t
he hubris of the tens of thousands of little
groups in wanting to be so goddamned independent
and individualistic that they would
rather see the White Race go down the drai
n than admit that their own little satraps
might not be equal to the task.
ed or the Jews might smash us in one fell
swoop -the beauty of Creativity is that we c
an do both: polarize around one loyalty - one
creed - one program, and at the same time be
dispersed into thousands of different
church groups -just as the Jews have done for millenniums.
stop you from forming a Church of the Creator
group in Fallbrook, or So. California anywher
e, and still be your own boss? You can put
out your own newspaper, or you can put out our
s, or you can put out both, if you like.
You can run candidates for political offices
or whatever activities you see fit and
constructive. You can be ordained as a minister
of our church, or we could even create
a higher title (equivalent to a bishop, cardinal
nning toward crystallizing and polarizing the
whole White Racial movement toward r
eally building a meaningful, lasting power
structure. It would also buy us all a lot more
security as a movement. For instance, if we
(here in North Carolina) were wiped off
the map (which could happen) there would be
thousands of other church groups who coul
d and would carry on, pick up the leadership
and in fact through our martyrdom be fanned into
little groups going in hundreds of different dire
ctions are no match for a united, polarized
army that has a specific goal, purpose and creed.
of my literature, including "The Pole
Star" issue No. 20 to know what I am talking about.
galvanizing the White racial movement, and I invite you to join with us in achieving this
After Carl's incarceration, I had been vainly looking for a capable replacement for the
e one of our Ministers near the beginning
of our move to North Carolina, (July 7,
1984, to be exact) when he was only sixteen
years old. We were happy to grant him a Mi
nisterial Certificate, and he has been one of
our Reverends ever since. Personally, I had hoped this would help to improve our
relationship with his father, Tom, and his
objectives seemed to run parallel, alt
and program from its very beginning was
clearly spelled out in our basic books, (at that time we had only three books out,
When he named his movement WAR; it at first stood for White American Resistance.
re several more important contradictions
and confusions. When he was a member of t
he Klan, he was pro-Christian and fervently
defended Christianity. Then he left the Klan and, after a while, openly proclaimed he
was anti-Christian. Then he joined with Gary
Gallo in advocating that we slice the
United States into geographic sections, each race, (the Indians, the niggers, the
y anti-Jew and anti-Christian, and his policy
ue in the fall of 1987, with the proposal
In the meantime, Henrie and I did the usual things in Phoenix. We spent Christmas at
On Sunday, January 3, 1988
llbrook at 2:30 PM (MST), somewhat earlier
than I had expected and called Tom from a shopping center. He arrived in his rusty red
ng his toupee. The first thing I asked was -
where's John? He was In San Francisco, and he
would explain later. I was disappointed
and angry. This was the second time he had double-crossed me.
residence. This consisted of a decrepit old
assortment of books, including some of mine,
on shelves that consisted of plain boards
that the absence was intentional, and Tom's, ra
ther than John's idea. While I was there,
John called, and I talked to him briefly on t
he telephone, leaving the situation as such
of wine. We both had a turkey dinner, and I picked up the tab.
here there was a sort of living room, an
Monday, January 4, 1988
upstairs bathroom and dining table, but
would be gone by 8 AM. At about 10 minutes
of 8, with nobody around I went to the
bathroom and shaved. When I left about 15 minut
es later, I found Tom was waiting in
his p.j. bottoms to use the bathroom
next. Although he only had the bottoms on, he
wore a cap on his head to mask his bald pate.
times as I sped along. Stopping at El Centro to have lunch, I then went on to Gila Bend,
. Tom M. had a lot of problems of his
me I saw him his pitch was against the
"rich Whites," not the Jews who were the pr
oblem. His lines is nothing more than the old
bitch and gripe, deplore and lament vari
Phoenix for the time we had left. However, we did less running around than we had
got there about two hours later, we had lunch
at Denny's then drove out on St. Mary's
Road to the International Wildlife Museum. It
was a most interesting display of wildlife
from all over the world, beautifully mount
drove a few more miles west to see the
Thursday, January 14
hen south on us 80 to Tombstone, AZ, where
we checked in at the Look Out Motel, and had dinner at Nellie Cashman's Restaurant.
he Wagon Wheel Restaurant, we took a tour of
the old 1880's Birdcage Theater, then another t
of Blsbee, saw the Lavender Pit mine, then drove on to Douglas, AZ, another 23 miles.
Chapter Thirty-five

, and all her kit and kaboodle on April 16,
ty in more than a year, when before we had
issued the paper regularly every
month. One of the basics that I was looking for was a
upstairs, they were delighted. It was
certainly far superior to the little shack
without electricity out in the woods around
Raleigh somewhere that they had contempl
ated moving into. There was one problem -
and because of his stubbornness, because of his racist views, because of his disdain
for Christianity, his father disowned him and they hadn't spoken to each other for some
Racial Loyalty
about the wedding, written by Will
himself, was entitled "The Bride was Lovely In
White." Refreshments were served in the
Sanctuary, and everyone seemed to have smiles on their faces and having a good time,
except I never saw Lucinda smile. I signed t
heir Wedding Certificate and I was going to
make a copy of it for our records, as we
did with all the other weddings we performed at
white kitten in the basement of the church. Next I noticed four little white kittens in the
One day I came into the library, and lying on the counter was a cute photo of Heather
from Will. They were apparently having one
hell of a fight and Will was beating up on
her. Now if there is anything that I dislike
Will was still in a vicious mood as Cindy
recited all the cruelties he had inflicted upon her
. He tried to pass it off as just another
one of their domestic spats, and resented
the fact that I should even appear on the
the surface. I noticed that Will moved out
themselves, that always hit the nail on the head. Many thanks, Ron. He was still
ulation increased, our donations Increased, and
the name of Allen W. Reynolds from the
Atlanta area, East Point to be exact. He
started helping Will with the correspondence,
addressing labels in mailing out the paper
, and Will was so impressed with his
cooperation and willingness to work that he soon persuaded me to put him on our
st week of April, 1989, then soon raised it
to $300 a month. He seemed very much engrossed in our religious mission, and was
warned me on their wedding day, Will's best friends invariably turn into his worst
h Carolina, they did have quite a lot of
leadership training, interesting and beneficial
as they might be for Forest Rangers or
other occupations. They were here to be i
ndoctrinated in Creativity and learn how to
lead, teach and recruit other members of the Wh
ite Race to join with us in spreading the
ideology and the zeal of our religious teachi
ngs. So the second week I took over and we
had regular classes in the main dining room
of the school In which we selected certain
key chapters in our Basic Books for study and discussion and assigned chapters for
reading and preparation for the next day. These classes were well prepared and we
covered a lot of ground. Instead of being t
he instructor to whom nobody paid any
attention, Allen Reynolds now became the
fourth pupil, and everybody paid strict
Chapter Thirty-six
from California
Racial Loyalty,
although we did
The Great Promoter -
Leadership and Communion,
these issues, No. 53 and 54 are well worth
re-reading at this time, if you still have these copies. It was also in this issue that he
introduced a new feature article the right hand si
Racial Loyalty,
and that is, to give a graphic pict
ure and short account of murders
Headquarters. This he did during the first
week of August, 1989. He also sent me a 16
page Resume of his life history, which is
very interesting indeed.
about him, ever since. When he was 15 years old, he and his father, having suffered
of our organization, at an age when he is at the prime of life, and still has much more to
ant article for the benefit of our movement,
The Basis of our Organization,
and shows that through the organization of
Primary Groups, Secondary Groups, Units, Se
ctions, and finally, Legions, we can build
an organizational structure that the Jews c
s and had already made arrangements to
leave, we were in dire need of a Hasta Primus who could type and put the paper
provided we bought and paid him for the
computer he had just bought. This sounded like a more than fair proposition to me, and
we came to an agreement on that basis. Furthermore, our old compugraphic was by
y now we had ordained him as a Minister
of our Church) came back with his car and personal belongings as soon as he had all
After a few months, by February of 1990, Rev. Victor found the changeover from a
hurch was of much greater importance
than making bucks in the accounting business. He decided he would come back, but we
he bargain. He would need the money, if he
buy his new computer at the full price of $8000. Not only did we do that, but I insisted
for which we should give the Rev. Victor
credit. He considered that all our issues
were of historical importance and none should
to the project. I caved in and we went
and felt was imperative that we should place
in the hands of every one of our members was
The Little White Book.
I put him in
her one of our notable members who has
contributed greatly to the movement in a di
fferent form, namely, artist Ron Quinn.
However, before we leave this chapter, her
e is the full text of the article in
Racial Loyalty
No. 55 on organizational procedure we mentioned
earlier we would print at the end of
the chapter.

Thanks to the tremendous intellectual efforts of Pontifex Maximus, the first stage in
the survival, expansion and advancement of the
White Race is concerned.
ogy will remain ineffective without proper
organization of its supporters and activists.
While leadership in the first stage of our development by its very nature belonged to
calls for a new type of leadership - Activists/Organizers.
stage of our development the main burden was carried at the headquarters almost
our activities to legions of grassroot activists/organizers not only all over the U.S., but
supporting, self-renewing mass movement, able to withstand any and all attacks
by our racial enemies
In the following questions and answers we will outline the Organizational Framework for
becoming thoroughly familiar with
subscribing to the
newspaper and supporting the COTC Headquarters
with regular financial donations.
optimum five persons;
m) number of people within a COTC Primary
to be a closely-knit team, based upon
familiarity, trust and frequent interaction. Studi
es show that groups with more than five
members tend to have less familiarity, trust and interaction. Also, a smaller group is
ze a COTC Primary Group (or increase an
existing COTC PG) by converting at least one
White person to the White Racial Religion
- Creativity.
select a leader among themselves.
solve conflicts within a Primary Group?
rent COTC Primary Groups?
optimum five,
optimum five,
optimum five,
Minimum two, optimum five, maximum ten CO
is directed by a Legion Leader, appointed by the Pontifex Maximus and reporting
Ideology without action is sterile: Propagandize! Proselytize! Organize!
special purpose Primary Groups?
l defense COTC Primary Groups, whose
members could be called White G
in goals and challenges facing our Movement.
Operation "BiWeekly" - to increase the frequency (and volume!) of our
message by turning
into a biweekly publication
our expansion and our press will rise or fall
Operation "Primary Group"
COTC Primary Groups at the grassroot level
ganizational continuity of a strong
the Creator by organizing the Church
Headquarters in accordance with the Five-Step Pyramid Principle as follows:
ard of Directors, Senate, Staff
. Also, we should
institute annual Membership Congresses and
Activist Leadership Conferences, as well
as expand our Youth Camp and School for Gi
fted Boys programs at the World Center.
P.O. Box 400 Otto, NC 28763
flag of the one and only White Racial
Religion - Creativity all White youth,
especially Skinheads.
Above all we must appeal to the mighty army of our youth!
youth section which could be entitled Skinhead - Young
White Warrior;
mailing list;
ed Skinheads and other young White activists.
ve branches of the Creativity Movement in
ALL White countries, especially in majo
in the worldwide WHITE RACIAL HOLY
onal dedication and commitment to the Sacred
Cause of the One and Only White Racial Re
ligion is the key factor In winning the
worldwide Racial Holy War and assuring the survival, expansion and advancement of
Chapter Thirty-seven

us from a gentleman and artist residing
In Tucson, Arizona. The number of cartoons he
has contributed to us that we have used
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and many of our books is enormous. Not only is the volume of the
cartoons he has sent us astounding, but
how this man has captured and skillfully
portrayed the very heart of our ideas with
a great deal of wit, wisdom and power is
Racial Loyalty,
the first cartoons we utilized from
Rev. Ron Quinn Is Issue No. 43, October
1988, while Will Williams was Hasta Primus.
In it appeared not only three of Rev. Quinn's
cartoons that were in support of specific
articles, but we went all out and filled most
of the back page with five more of his witty
and hard-hitting cartoons. We have been doing such ever since. It is amazing how
quickly and accurately Rev. Ron captures any idea that is presented to him. If I had a
before he had heard of us, or we of him, I
started to write a series of twelve articles in
Racial Loyalty
, followed by twenty-four articles on
The Wildest Stories Ever Told
. The last
of this series ended in the July, 1990 iss
ue. All of these stories would have been
enhanced considerably if they had been accompanied by one or more cartoons.
Unfortunately, it was only during the latter par
added impact of the hard-hitting cartoons.
winter trip to our apartment in Phoenix,
which went very well, but evidently now that the Tucson station knew that I was highly
sa Blythe, I was to be confronted by a
somewhat later than we should have. I follow
ed his car and we arrived at the studio at
that he was snobbish, hostile, a liberal, and
probably a Jew, although of light complexi
As we walked to the parking lot next to the studio, the management assigned three
llowed Ron's car until we got to I-10, and
we waved good-by to each other, and I was back on my way to Phoenix. It had been an
of cartoons from Rev. Ron, and his
contribution to our propaganda war has been prodi
gious. Many thanks, Ron. I hope the
new management in Florida will make as valuabl
e use of your talents as we have found
them to be to us.
Chapter Thirty-eight
Our Martyred Hero
vist was a tremendous loss and a painful
tragedy which naturally calls for vengeance. However, the best way to avenge Brian
e anti-White JOG System, which allows spics
to come into this country and terrorize Wh
White People Awake! Save the White Race!
Join the Creativity Movement and hasten the
day when all enemies of the White Race -
niggers, muds and Jews - will be shipped out of this country.
Chapter Thirty-nine
New Orleans, The Alamo, San Jacinto,
Phoenix, Talk Shows and Cousins
we covered a lot of territory, more than I
care to recapitulate in this chapter. 1 will t
herefore try to stick to some of the more
ednesday, January 4, 1989, with our Pontiac
station wagon loaded to the gills, including a new Radio Shack computer, a Tandy
DWP23O printer, a heavy computer table (t
he kind you have to assemble yourself) and
a special chair (from Sears) to go with it, all of which I had just bought to take along on
opped briefly at the church to pick up four
Phoenix addresses from Will.
rite Red Lobster Restaurant for lunch.
Then taking the Beltway we exited on I-20 and headed west.
New Orleans, Jan. 5 and 6
coming, and he invited us to stay at his layout, which was in the middle of the city.
Driving west on I-10, we arrived in New Or
leans at 4 PM, and decided we should stay at
Prescott at his office and told him of our mo
ve, nevertheless thanking him for his offer.
Prescott was highly alarmed. He said we were
in the middle of a nigger district and if we
stayed there we would surely
be robbed and mugged before morning.
up to the darkie female clerk at the counter and flashed his badge and said we were
some fruit juice in his hand and I with a glass of Jack Daniels he had poured. We
discussed our various positions. After an hour
and a half we decided to go out to dinner.
Henrie decided to stay in the room and eat
an orange or two. We got into his black
Lincoln and as he backed out onto Barracks Str
the hotel of the same name. Despite my
to and the attendant himself didn't steal
all the important books he had, which incl
uded most of mine. The books focused on
race, religion, philosophy, history, and a vari
Friday, Jan. 6
information. He also had a whole room devoted to his library, a large collection of books
hborne Estate owned, all of which was built
and acquired by his grandfather. He also told me what a bunch of bastards his present
tt said that he had been left one-eighth of the
estate, but he had no control over how it wa
s managed. He was at present litigating to
have his eighth separated from the estate, since so far at the age of 50, he had no
control over the workings of the busi
wanted to avoid arguing with him about our
creed, he kept pushing me about the issue that
we should use the word species instead
of race, and we should change our books and literat
ure accordingly. At first I thought it
was a silly and insignificant issue, but he kept pushing and pushing, and finally I had
enough. We were sitting across the table from
leaned over and in effect, I said to him, listen,
Prescott, the Church of the Creator is not
for sale. I don't care how much money you have, or don't have. The creed and program
as laid down in our books is inviolable at any
to show us back to the ramp in order to
onship. He has made some donations since;
And has even been back to visit me at the church.
San Jacinto, Sunday, January 8
checked out of the motel at 10 AM and drove to the center of San Antonio to visit the
John Wayne's
ctures and drove on west on I-10 to Ozona,
Texas, and checked in at the Circle Bar Mo
tel at about 7:30 PM. We had a steak dinner
at their steak house next to the motel, and called it a day.
Arrival at the Maryland Lakes Apartment January 10, 1989
stopped at Denny's Restaurant in Tucson for lunch. Then, heading north, we arrived at
was sleeping in) I started unloading all the
computer equipment. Since the computer tabl
e (disassembled and in a carton) was too
heavy for me to carry up the stairs, I opened the carton and carried it up piecemeal. I
afternoon I unpacked the three units of the com
lephone hooked up. I called Will Williams at
Thursday, January 26. The Barry Young Show
ly well, and Barry Young proved to be a
congenial and cooperative but very sharp host. All of the first hour was spent in
lighted that here in Creativity he had a
were not, and some were outright comical.
One young man called in and said that some city in which he and his family had
real nice clean White neighborhood. Then the
NAHA's had moved in and today it was a crime-ridden slum. What is a NAHA, Barry
would want to know. Barry said, yes I do.
What is a NAHA? Well, the young man repli
ed, that was our term for North American
Hairless Apes. Another man called in and said he was a Christian minister and headed
membership. He berated Barry for even
on the parking lot. We went into the next room where we could view both the front door
Friday, January 27, Tucson
In the morning, when I came back from
the post office, my niece Ruby was on
the phone, talking to Henrie. She and her husband Bill (Sawatsky) were in town, on their
other sites, the little whistle stop of Rosario,
where my family and I lived for a year and a
half when I was six and seven years old. (1924-25) Two of my cousins, she said, were
Sunday, January 29, 1989
years. He brought me two books (a)
The Arizona Project,
about the criminal element in
Arizona during 1976, when a reporter was murdered for knowing and telling too much,
by Leon Degrelle. He said he had a 1973 Kennedy issue of a
Monday, January 30
suffering from heart ailments. His wife Ann was with him. Edith Klassen, Jack's sister,
Restaurant at 43rd Ave. and Glendale Blvd., and
had lunch. We visited at the apartment for anot
her two hours, took several pictures of
our group on the deck of our apartment,
then said our goodbyes and disbanded.
Leaving. Wednesday, February 1
wagon loaded, we left the apartment at 12:40 PM. We stopped for lunch at Denny's in
at the Colonial Inn. The weather was
ed to be clearing and at 10 AM we tried our
luck again, with Henrie being extremely apprehensiv
e. As we carefully drove along, both
the road and the weather im
proved and at Longview, Texas, we stopped at the Red
Lobster and had a good lunch.
ems and we continued all the way home,
arriving at Clayton, Georgia at 5:45 PM
on Sunday, February 5. We loaded up with
groceries and in another 20 minutes we were
Chapter Forty

hat from the very beginning I realized that
there were two special individuals that
our movement needed and were of monumental
Importance in its future success. One was the
Great Promoter
Financial Angel
ces that could bankroll the
movement for whatever our needs were. An
example of the first would be a personality
in the caliber of an Adolf Hitler; and an ex
ample of the second could be someone like
Henry Ford, or Sam Walton, or Ross Perot, or any one of a dozen other White
millionaires or billionaires. With our comp
rehensive, dynamic and hard-hitting religion
now in place and exposing both the sinist
er Jewish conspiracy and the Jew-spawned
Christian fraud, victory for the survival,
expansion and advancement of the White Race
would be assured for all time. I am certain
that hundreds of such White people exist,
even today, and it is our duty to find them and
enlist them into our cause. I have spent
the last twenty years looking for one,
or both, so far without success.
This Time the World,
DeWest Hooker, who taught me to know the cunning and evil ways of the enemy.
writings, that I was a famous man. I denied
that I was famous, but nevertheless, thank
you for the compliment and that I felt highly
flattered that he thought so. In any case, I
ill had that youthful look and figure, tall and
straight. In fact, in his younger years he had been a professional model at one time, had
business ventures. He was married (twice)
and had six grown children, some of whom
lived in his villa in Italy, where his wife resi
ded. Why he was in Washington at this time, I
never really did find out, except that he
Sunday, August 21
tried to call DeWest several times, but I
could not reach him. Later I found out he
was playing tennis with his girl friend.
mind: was the American Nazi Party the
genuine article, or was it a vehicle created by
the Jews, an invention of theirs to keep
the rank and file Jew stirred up and active in their cause? Of one thing we can be
certain: the activities of the Nazi Party
brought in a thousand fold more money to the
Jewish cause than it did to the cause of
the White Race, and became, and remains to
this day, the best propaganda ploy the Jews have in their arsenal to keep alive their
ant until midnight until again the waiters
informed us that they were ready to close
shop. We left to resume our conversation at
my hotel, but inadvertently meandered across t
the rest of my article on "Survival" I had
given him the day before, and I believe he was kind of shocked by it. He thought we
they had lived in when he was growing up,
pictures of his house in Italy, pictures of hi
s first wife, of his second wife, of his six
children, and pictures of himself when he was modeling for agencies back in the 40's
we should be kind to the niggers and the
Arabs, and collaborate with them (especially
with Louis T. Farrakhan, with whom he
was also in close contact) and against the Jews. There were some more shockers. The
apartment was not only Jewish, but also a
member of the ADL. He explained that he wa
s using her, pumping her for information as
to what the Jews were up to, but as to
who was pumping whom most successfully was
not too hard to guess.
in coming to see him was to find a
White Angel
help finance our movement, the first real racial
religion the White Race had ever had in
its six thousand year history, and I wondered w
hat help he could give us. Well, he said,
he was all for us, and he was working on a deal with the Arabs to contract and to ship
Next morning I had breakfast at the Lombardy Restaurant and checked out of the hotel.
Wonderland Restaurant at the Natural Bridge in Virginia, and after a total drive of 574
Chapter Forty-one
The Rudy Stanko (Stinko, Stunko) Fiasco
ough an attorney whose name was Roger C.
for selling contaminated meat, Roger
The Score
in which he described the
processes the Jews had used to frame him
and put him behind bars for six years. He
transferred to another prison. This, the Bu
reau of Prisons (B.O.P.) was doing to him
repeatedly, and is called "dieseling." During his entire term, he was "dieseled" more
s placed in the Oxford, Wisconsin F.C.I.
(Federal Correction Institution, a synonym for penitentiary) and I managed to receive
I left home on Friday, April 7, 1989, and finally found my way to the Oxford F.C.I.,
sits I made in order to see Rudy, not to
of the trips I made in order to visit Rudy,
. Total of 1,934 miles. He had been dieseled
out the day before.
3. Bradford, Pennsylvania F.C.I.
4. Ashland, Kentucky.
. February 7 and 8, 1991. Total mileage 630.
Atlanta, considered a way station before being processed. W
contacted the authorities previously and been given permission to visit on that day.
plans for the church, and he was enthusiastically looking forward to taking on the most
serving out the few months of probation, he
would be down at the Church, ready to go.
ip to stop in Atlanta and make arrangements
to have the first 79 Issues of
Racial Loyalty
recorded on microfilm.
. On December 13, 1991, I received a call from Rudy that he had
indeed been released, and he was now on the outside making this call. The prison
authorities had given him bus fare to take hi
m back to ScottsbIuff, Nebraska, but he said
that he was going only as far as Columbus, G
eorgia, and if I would pick him up there at
the bus station, he would stay with me at
my house overnight and he would prefer to fly
back to Nebraska, rather than endure the long
bus ride. I was overjoyed that finally he
was out, and I said I would be glad to pick him up.
me to pay for his flight to Scottsbluff,
and I took him to the Asheville Airport, about 85
miles distant. He promised he would be back as
on my hands, and I could hardly wait until
Rudy would be here to take over. The tragic
death of my wife deserves a chapter of its
own, and in order to keep this history in it
s proper time sequence I will relate the painful
Racial Loyalty
we had kept eulogizing
the coming of Rudy Stanko, much as the
Christians do about the Second Coming of
Christ, as we had been doing for the last two or
more years. In the meantime, late in
February, I had received a call from a Paul
Jackson, from Rapid City, South Dakota,
who said that he had read my first book,
her. Now her father called me and said that although he had never written me before,
ement of the church, and the jalopy full
of boxes was left sitting in front of
the warehouse back of the church.
he coming of Rudy. Paul and Rudy slept in
the apartment overnight. Rudy had given all indications he was now here to stay and
However, nothing of the kind happened. Rudy lost no time in dropping the bombshell
when he went into the pen and came out unreformed and had learned dozens of new
large meat business before he was convicted because he was more adroit and a
White Race, nor do I believe that he ever had any intention of leading our race out of
penitentiary, and are in there today. But I was crushed that a White man, in whom I had
Chapter Forty-two
The Tax Battle with Macon County
there was some apprehension among a small mi
consisted of the Christian-Jew oriented preachers, by the
small number of Jews, and by
the news media, which consisted of the
Franklin Press
(mostly) and a few of the
Christian-oriented radio stations. But the ma
jority of the people were not unfriendly, but
mostly curious. Personally, I cannot remember
a hostile encounter with any neighbor, or
individuals with whom I did business, or any
body with whom I came in contact. What
for tax exemption on our Church property, to wh
ich we were entitled by the Constitution
and the Bill of Rights, the same as any other
church. The tax assessor at that time was
Jim Shope, a native of the county, who,
like most of the ordinary people in Macon
County, was a decent fellow and not at all unfri
endly. He said, sure, we were entitled to
tax exemption and he would take our property
off the tax rolls, which he did. By 1984,
r, there remained continuing pressure
from the Jewish ADL and the Christian
preachers, urging the County Commissioners
that law or no law, we should not be allow
ed to print our anti-Christian and anti-Jewish
"hate propaganda" and still receive official tax exemption.
the Church of the Creator. The opening gambi
inside our outside our building, or talked to us. If he had made all the exploratory visits
me consuming legal suits can be, I did
not fully grasp the endless embroilment our
Jewish judicial system can Involve anyone,
on any charge, no matter how trivial, nor how time consuming and expensive such
n 30 days before the full County Commission.
We did appeal, had a heated argument, and were turned down. It was, of course, a
rigged deal from beginning to end.
which was located in Raleigh, North Caro
lina, about 300 miles away. However, the six
Evidently, they were afraid the taint would hurt their business, or the ADL was putting
Casselman on some of Rudy Stanko's cases, and at that time he and Cindy domiciled in
Cushing, Oklahoma. He was not a licensed atto
rney in any state, but he had impressed
not only would be glad to represent our Church, but he would also guarantee a
moment, at 7 PM the night before the
seven in the evening, and I was to appear
at 1:30 in the morning, and I Immediately tri
Reynolds and I were leaving the motel to
consented (what else could they do?) and
the whole thing was over in about ten minut
es. We had all driven hundreds of miles and
wasted the whole day for nothing. Ther
e were about ten people representing the
commission. Richard Lightner from Macon
County was there along with an attorney
named John W. Alexander, the County's hired gun.
Then there were the two of us. What
a waste of time and money!
The next hearing was ordered for September 21, 1989, to be held in Raleigh, North
Klockner, from Cheyenne, Wyoming, with
whom he was now apparently living. She
was young, beautiful, and had reddish blonde
hair. Evidently Don had dumped Cynthia Casselm
an, or vice versa, with whom he was
living when I last saw them in Cushing, Okl
ahoma. He said Ms. Klockner was an expert
in these kind of civil rights cases, and he wa
s bringing her along at his own expense, no
extra charge to us. The previous $5,000 co
vered all. Then he also enlisted a local
attorney from Raleigh, North Carolina to
with Its decision, it was in our favor.
The county had erred in its decision to revoke
our exemption. We had won a victory. But
It was only a partial victory. It pertained
only to taxes ending with the year 1989. When
probably had already spent over $20,000.
sistent. They did not wait for 1990 but
appealed to the next higher court, which was t
he North Carolina Court of Appeals. This
was now handled by our newly found licensed atto
rney, William D. Harazin, of Raleigh,
county. All it meant was that the county was too late to
again filed for exemption to the County
Commissioners, they again denied us our rights, and a new hearing was set up at the
proper time, in January. We now knew what
their game was, and that they were well
aware of the fact that they were violating our
quote in full the brief I wrote to the County Commissioners at the time we made the
exemption, has prattled sanctimoniously that he is only interested in that every property
properties being taxed the same as any other properties. But we will be damned if we
"I may violently disagree with
maliciousness, the bigotry and the prejudice of one Richard Lightner, now tax assessor.
White Race into oblivion with every ounce of energy within our bodies, and we will do so
is to destroy us by first of all trying
to categorize us as not being a religion.
a fully structured legitimate religion, but
polluting the air waves and permeating the minds of superstitious and gullible
other supernatural creatures concocted by the aberrations of a host of con-artists. (For
define the word "religion." This Lightner has
never (lone, and we personally doubt he is capabl
e of doing so. What he is trying to do
is arbitrarily and capriciously declare us
Government will consider the merits or
fallacies of a religion. Nor will this Court compare the beliefs, dogmas, and practices of
der, more established religion. Nor will the
Court praise or condemn a religion, however e
may seem. Were the Court to do so, it would impinge on the guarantees of the First
(See Exhibit B for the full text.)
tax assessor evidently thinks that he is
y establish that we are as well qualified to
claim to be a religion as any on the face of this
earth, but also to establish the fact that
and even these do not exhaust the subject. We arbitrarily choose Webster's definition
principle, that we hold with ardor, devo
that no judicial or governmental body
has any right to judge the merits of any religi
on, and to do so is a violation of the First
Amendment, we, as a religion, are free to
compare, praise, condemn or judge any
religion we want to, our own or others. Ev
ery religion claims they are the best, the one
and only "right" religion, and we can make the
same claims. In fact, we have done so in
a series of twelve articles entitled "C
omparative Religions," which have been published
from time to time in our monthly periodi
cal "Racial Loyalty," and are now permanently
ting our status as a fully constituted
religion protected by the First Amendment
The First Amendment of the U.S. Constituti
law respecting an establishment of religion,
abridging the freedom of speech, or
rect your attention to the many precedent-
ion that no judicial or governmental
body is entitled to make any judgments on the
merits of any religion. This includes
Congress, Federal Courts, State Courts,
State Laws, and certainly also any local
County Board of Commissioners. It also in
cludes any minor pip-squeak tax assessor
whereas Creativity advocates "racial purity" (yes, indeed we do. Who wants a world
populated by a horde of mongrelized bastards?), nevertheless, "The White Man's Bible"
religion has been declared by the courts as
a legitimate religion and tax-exempt.
4. So evidently has the religion of "Witchcraft." (See Exhibit S.)
Black Muslims, the violence-prone and highly
racist religion of Judaism, and the "sweat-
tent" ceremonies of certain Indian tri
bes, all of which have been approved and adjudged
as legitimate religions, tax-exempt, and
protected by the First Amendment. We, as
advocates of the survival, expansion and adv
our church beginning with the year 1983,
and through the years of 1984, 1985, 1986,
1987, 1988 and 1989. It was confirmed by
Jim Shope in writing in 1984. (See Exhibit V.)
ch activities since 1983, except that
we have grown and expanded and added a Leadership School for Gifted Boys to our
program. Lightner has presented no valid, m
eaningful, nor intelligent argument as to
why the previous two tax assessors were wrong,
or why or how our qualifications for tax
exemption have diminished since 1983.
ear to Richard Lightner and his "hired gun,"
How many of the other hundred churches have you, Richard Lightner, tried to
drag through the expense of a legal wringer in order to engage in a fishing
expedition? So don't hound us with this
nor is it anything less than a malevolent,
malicious witch-hunt, an Inquisition reminiscent of the Dark Ages. We are convinced
background and that Richard Lightner is their li
ck spittle, their stooge, being coerced to
follow their sinister instructions. We further
"Operation Rip-off," and Exhibit U, "The Feder
County Commission were in error in revoking our
tax exemption for 1989, that they did
not follow legal procedure, and exceeded their aut
hority. In other words, they made one
hell of a mistake. It was a mistake, however,
that cost us more than $7000 in legal fees
and traveling expenses, not to mention the am
ount of aggravation they caused and the
amount of our time they wasted.
for the expenses and the damage they have
hat this insane and vindictive indulgence in a
own, N.C., more than 100 miles away, to find
the best "hired gun money could buy. Like "Palladin" in the former Western TV epic
"Have gun, will travel," John Alexander from far away Morgantown was hired because
he had "experience in these kind of cases."
What kind of cases? Evidently he was the
roving hired gun type that could effectively
assassinate (by means of legal trickery)
those kind of people who were "racists," in
least Richard Lightner and the ADL thought
that he was the best "hired gun" to do a job.
Evidently, he wasn't as straight a shooter
as they had hoped, and the North Carolina Tax Commission didn't buy his garbage.
We taxpayers want an accounting of how
much they have already spent on this stupid caper, and why they are flagrantly
wasting the taxpayers' money on such idiotic personal grudges.
Macon County. I'll be damned if I am now going to allow these profligate race-traitors to
s' Committee to investigate the corrupt
and vindictive bureaucracy that with malice
P.O. Box 400
Chapter Forty-three
The Death of My Dear Beloved Wife
caught up with me, and that I have now fulfilled the natural life span that Nature has
spring of 1991, when she began having mild
pains in her lower abdomen. At first we thought
it was nothing more than indigestion, or
where Walt took four X-ray pictures of
my spine and gave me a chiropractic treatment. Why, I don't know.
too clear but they were rather disturbing. Ba
ck from Stuart, that evening we all went to
see the musical production of "Hello, Dolly!",
at Carlyle School, a private school which
all three of our grandchildren were attending.
Scott was even one of the players in the
and I again took Henrie to Stuart, where
Dr. Rick Cole examined her colon with a st
ereoscopic light, and again, the diagnosis
was not too promising. She then went to t
he hospital clinic, had an injection of barium
salts and and X-rays taken of her colon. Th
is was done by a Dr. Khan, and the results
is this time: no tumor, no operation
needed! We were all elated!
back with a bundle of clothes. Henrie decided to stay for a few more days anyway, while
I decided to go back home and take care of church business. I called Henrie the next
night. She wasn't feeling too sharp.
her again two days later, she said that she
planned on coming home on Saturday and that t
informed us that she was scheduled for an operation at 8 o’clock the next morning, May
h her for about ten minutes. Then the nurse
came in and prepared Henrie to be wheeled in
to the operating room. Dr. Fox was the
operating physician, and the oper
ation started at the scheduled time. While we were
s finished, and Dr. Fox said Henrie was
doing very well. She was then taken to the Intensive Care clinic, still unconscious. Kim
in the Moore household was still asleep.
As usual under such conditions, I drove over to Shoneys, read the Sunday paper and
had breakfast by myself. I stopped by at t
he hospital at about 10 AM to try to see
Henrie, but she was being given a bath at the time so I decided to come back later.
Walt, Maika, (a German student staying with t
he Moores) and the boys all arrived also. I
gave her the big Mothers Day card,
which she greatly appreciated.
back to see Henrie again. Kim showed Henrie all the cards the kids at Sunday school
had made for her, and all the cards she and Walt and the boys had for her. This greatly
helped to raise her spirits.
from my sister Katie from Niagara Falls,
informing me that her daughter Anita had given birth to a baby boy. I brought Katie up to
date on Henries operation.
myself at Shoney's, then at 9:30 I went to t
he hospital to see Henrie again. While there
they were taking X-rays of her again (with a
portable unit) and I talked to Dr. Fox once
more, who was visiting her at the time
. She seemed to be making good progress. I
to find out how Henrie was doing. On
Saturday, May 18, reports from Dr. Fox,
and from Kim and Henrie, seemed favorable
and they thought Henrie could leave the hos
pital on Monday. She did leave the hospital
on Tuesday and wanted to come back home to North Carolina. I was back in
Martinsville the next day, arriving at Kim
and Walt's at 6 PM Wednesday. After a few
days, I went back home again, but Henrie st
ayed on at the Moores. On Thursday, June
intestinal tract. The next day, according to Dr. Mlot, the blockage had opened up, and
same night I got a call from Kim. She was at Brevard, and on her way to coming over to
some excitement. On July 2 we received a
had gathered back of the church (about 100
yards) surveilling the mysterious box. The deput
ies were there, Sheriff Homer Holbrook
was there, the fire department and crew had t
helr truck out there, and finally the bomb
expert arrived. I stood around until about 10 PM,
then went to the house and went to
while everybody stood back, and found it was full of shredded papers, (including some
he said she wanted to come home the next
day. At 11:30 AM next morning I again took off
for Martinsville, arriving there at 5:30.
That evening I took Kim, Walt, Henrie and
the grandchildren out to dinner (it was
seafood night) at the Dutch Inn.
and I had breakfast at Shoney's and left for
home. The Moore family went to the lake
about 40 miles away for a day of boating.
Henrie and I arrived home at about 3:30. She fi
xed dinner for the two of us - beef stew,
defrosted out of the freezer.
In the meantime, Henrie and Kim had been talking about taking one last grand trip to
Kim and Henrie took off from the Greensboro Airport at 8:30 the next morning, October
one of the most colorful and enjoyable
trips of their life. I don't have the space her
e to recapitulate all, but will only try to
mention some of the hi
ghlights they visited.
John Wesley Powell Museum
ory curiosity, but due to limited space, I will
merely mention the numerous places they al
so visited and explored. Ouray, Colorado,
roughout the trip until that very last day at
Vegas, when she took a turn for the worse. But, although she realized this would be her
last such trip, it was most exhilarating
for both her and Kim, and until the day of her
death three months later, she continued to
talk frequently about the wonderful time and
memorable experiences they both shared on this last trip West.
ck up Henrie the next day. She arrived at
4:35 and the two of them took off for Martin
sville at 6 PM. The next day I called Kim and
analysis to be sent to the lab, and that H
enrie was scheduled for a CAT-scan on Friday.
I called Henrie again the next day, and we talked for about 20 minutes. She said she felt
she thought she felt well enough to go to
Kim and Walt's for Thanksgiving. This we did, where we all had a big turkey dinner. The
next day the Moores were all leaving for My
rtle Beach and Henrie and I left for home at
10 AM, just before their leaving.
would be joining them as usual. Henrie
was hesitant, but finally decided she just wasn't up to making the trip again and we
ys arrived at our house and we spent New
1992, Henrie died. When I saw she had stopped
breathing, it seemed she had such a serene
and peaceful look on her face, I almost
envied her. And why not? She had lived her life in dignity and died the same way. All
Franklin, where Kim and I had already made
previous arrangements. Two of their attendant
s arrived at 1 PM and as they slowly
wheeled her through the living room, Kim
They took her first to Dr. Charles Pennington, in Diliard, to confirm her death, then in
in Colorado, a wish Kim and I carried out
some months later.
Chapter Forty-four
Moving Headquarters to Milwaukee
wracked my brain. There was not a single willing, qualified volunteer. Nevertheless, I
candidate, but he had several things going
for him. He was highly dedicated to our re
ligious creed, and had told me several times
that if it weren't for Creativity, he would hav
e had no goals, no aspirations in life, in fact
he would have become a bum, he told me. But when he read my books, it inspired him
he had been one of the most active
distributors of our paper,
Racial Loyalty,
and had
enlisted several of his comrades to help him
in this endeavor. Most important of all, he
was the only one I knew of that was not onl
y highly articulate, but was willing to leave
his friend, Frank Cook, came to the
house at 6 PM on Sunday, April 5. After about an
attorneys and also to a certain J.R
mood. Next morning I took Kim out to Shoney's for breakfast, and told her how low I felt
and asked her if I changed the church structur
e to a Trust if she was willing to be a
that I was bored with life as such, and that
discussed the trusteeship with him also.
I donated $100 to him and his cause, since he seemed to be entering our ranks in the
In the meantime some of the Milwaukee boys had arrived to take their free annual
we had done a terrific job in the last nine
in that we had survived and that we had now
served our purpose. We were now at the stage where we needed to be located in a
number of places in large urban areas wher
did I want to move the headquarters, but I
the school, although at this point, neither he
nor I had discussed this with anyone. I invited him over to the house so we could
That same afternoon Kim and Wait arrived with a car full of potted flowers, which Kim
ng and had a private discussion with him in my
office at the church. I informed him about my
intentions to make the move to Milwaukee,
and that I intended to designate Mark as the
Pontifex Maximus. I did not want to
embarrass him or have it come as a surprise
Headquarters from North Carolina to Milwauk
struggling to build the movement for 20 y
ears and at the age of 74, I was tired, burned
out, and no longer had the energy to dynamically
had come a long way in the last 20 years
since I first wrote
tle of Pontifex Maximus on to Rev. Mark
Wilson, who has done such a fine job in Milw
aukee. Furthermore, I am selling the land,
buildings and our precious library, and will donate all the proceeds to the new
headquarters in Milwaukee. Furthermore, we will
ship and transfer our large inventory of
Creativity books to your office at no charge
to you, except that you pay the shipping
charges at your end. This is, of course,
a minor fraction of the value of hundreds of
thousands of dollars worth of books we are giving you. Furthermore, I am having ten
thousand new copies of
ook a vote, and everyone was in favor, with
no dissenting vote. Having reached unanimous
the U-Haul in Clayton and negotiated the
rental of the biggest truck they had, an 18
footer. Lou and Chris t
hen started loading the
truck with the huge inventory of books we
had on hand. Since Chris had experience In
the trucking business, he did the driving to M
do the job. The hauling costs were to be pai
d at the other end, and since Mark called
me and said they didn't have the money, as usual, I advanced the costs,
as per agreement, and they each went their separate ways. Chris went back to
an old motel. Ironically, in the end, neither Rudy nor Lou succeeded in their courtship.
Chapter Forty-five
Selling the Church Property
our entire inventory of books over to their center, it was now necessary to dispose of the
ng point, our geographical Holy Center, much
as Mecca is to the Moslems, Jerusalem to
the Jews, and Nuremberg to the Nazis. All
this is true, and it pained me more than anybody, since I had put so much of myself into
the center. I hope that in some future day when we have become the worldwide religion
of the White Race, we will be able to repossess it
and restore it to its original pristine
form. Much as it pained me to do so, there we
re several compelling reasons as to why I
did what I had to do.
Secondly, the George Loeb case was coming to trial, and who could foresee what the
circumstances, time was of the essence, and in a way, was much more important than
e a bonafide buyer appeared on the scene in
short order. His name was Dr. William Pierce
, who had an operation similar to ours at
his mountain complex near Hiilsboro, West Virginia.
concerned. I have always admired Dr. Pierce as a great man and an outstanding
e, but somehow, I never got around to it.
In early 1992 I invited him to come and visit us here in North Carolina instead, and on
experience with Charles Altvater in trying
him out as a succeeding Pontifex, I came to
the inevitable conclusion that whereas our
location here had been extremely productive, but
at that price, and would immediately send
, his new Hungarian wife Susan, and Will
Williams arrived in a big white van to reinspect the properties, to sort things out, and go
over the property, including the boundary li
nes. Dr. Pierce and I hammered out the
his wife, and Will Williams arrived at my
house. They had planned to be here earlier the previous night, in fact, but had had a
forwarded. I'm not sure what their game plan was, but believe that they conspired that if
due, they revealed that they had sent these bills to Florida, and that I was delinquent for
up to our table with Richard Lightner at his heels, and said to me in a challenging tone,
his wife and Will went back to the church cleaning up affairs, taking down our big eight
Chapter Forty-six
Scattering Henrie's Ashes in the Rocky Mountains
wish that when that event came about she
wished to be cremated and that her ashes be
scattered in some of the most scenic
areas of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.
She was born in Colorado, and she loved
Colorado. Twenty years earlier, when we
put our aging and beloved dog Tammy to
sleep, we buried Tammy by a large pinion tree on a hillside in Ouray County overlooking
the beautiful Uncompagre Valley and the Sa
wtooth Mountains to the east. Even then
Henrie remarked that she wouldn't mi
nd being buried at that spot herself.
iterated that request to Kim and me, and
we faithfully promised her we would carry out her wishes. After she died, she was duly
cremated in Clayton, Georgia, and Kim and I
decided that we would carry out her wish
of scattering the ashes at a time of t
he year when the weather and the scenery in
Colorado was at its best. That time was appr
oximately the same as when the two of
them had made that grand trip We
st the previous year, which I described earlier. That
time of the year was at the beginning of October.
September, 1992.
Thursday, October 1, 1992.
it was that we did, because the town was
filled to the brim with tourists eager to
watch the big hot air Balloon Fiesta. After
unpacking and resting up a bit, and me having a highball, Kim and I drove to the Holiday
Inn Restaurant and had a sumptuous dinner. Si
Friday, October 2.
We then wandered over to Old Albuquerque and visited the numerous quaint Mexican
Saturday, October 3.
egular, and some wide angle. I bought another
throw away camera.
Antonito, Colorado, where we were going to take a trip on the narrow gauge railroad.
But first we stopped in Santa Fe. I wanted to
see the Palace Restaurant again, where
Henrie and I used to eat some memorable meal
s many years ago. I wanted to see if it
was still in business and still as plush as it
used to be. It was still there, but under new
management. Kim and I had lunch there in the garden restaurant, and for dessert,
shared a special pie they made. I used to enj
them any more. After lunch we talked to
the new owner who was from Germany. We
then visited several art galleries around the Pl
aza, and were specially impressed by the
works of an artist and sculptor by the
name of Ken Payne, with whom we had an
interesting conversation.
number of elk in the meadows along the way. We
arrived at Antonito at 5:15 PM. It was
a shabby little town in Colorado close to the New Mexico border. It is noted as the
oad that runs to Chama, New Mexico
and is known as the Toltec & Cumbres narrow gauge railroad. Today it no longer hauls
its quaintness, because it cuts through such
wild and beautiful scenery, and is one of the few such railroads left in the West.
(Another one is the Silverton to Durango, whic
h we all had traveled years earlier, Henrie
and I twice, once with the Moore family when the boys were only little tykes.)
would be without our car, have to stay overnight, and come back on the same route the
Sunday, October 4.
We boarded the train (car E, seats 3 and 4), and at 10 AM it slowly started on its creaky
brought to our room from the restaurant
across the parking lot. I had a prime rib on sandwich and apple pie, and Kim had a
Monday, October 5.
sauntered over to the Wagon Wheel Art Gallery, where Kim bought a print of a painting
north to Owl Creek Road and then about a mile east, we found the big pinion tree where
five minutes to meditate, while I went
back to the car on the side of the road and waited for her, reflecting on my own
we thought the view of the San Juan Mountains
was particularly inspiring, and scattered
some few more handfuls of ashes in the meadow. The driving another five miles or so,
San Juans to the south and scattered a few
more handfuls. I saved about a cupful of her ashes, which I want to keep in a bronze
ght next to my heart when I am buried, so
eam. I then took the wheel of the car and
we drove all the way to Gunnison and checked
and went to bed without dinner.
Tuesday, October 6
Wednesday, October 7
belongings into my good old waiting Buick and we were off to Martinsviile, about 50
miles distant. We arrived there at about 7:30.
Chapter Forty-seven
Creativity and the White Race
the success or failure of the creed and the
program of the Creativity movement. We hav
e reached that crucial stage In the history
of the human race, a watershed, you might
say, where it will either regress and
degenerate into a horrible monstrosity of mongr
els, who are incapable of either feeding
themselves or governing themselves, as ex
He also built a unique television broadcasting station that had a dias which housed the
1984, he had a few years earlier conceived
of a new idea as to how to spend all that surplus money. He claimed he had had a
vision of a 900 foot tail Jesus Christ standing
oday. But that is not the crux of this
realizes that he is mortal, that his life
and energies are coming to an end. He was, and
is an expert con-artist without equal, and his
whole empire was built on lies, fraud,
nebulous promises of pie-in-the-sky when you die,
or the threat of fry-in-the-sky if you
don't comply and come across with the shekels. He has been extraordinarily successful,
the utmost confidence that we will win in
the end, while all these other Jewish
Racial Loyalty,
or any of my books knows, we have been
searching for the Great Promoter for the last
fifteen years. As everyone also knows, I
militant and powerful creed
lized from the very beginning, that whereas I
had finally structured the first and most comp
rehensive racial religion for the survival,
expansion and advancement of the White
peoples of the world, we needed
the great
to spread our creed and beliefs, and I was not
that man. By 1992, I felt that not
only could I never fulfill that role, but due to the ravages of age, I could not even carry
on my routine duties. To whom could I
turn? None came forth to the challenge.
their hands (from the sale of the North Carolina Headquarters, as I had promised them,
quarter of a million dollars worth of books and other materials, when strange things
was similar. In seven months they
managed to put out only two editions, and neither
one of them being much to the credit
of the movement. He began to have visions of grandeur about himself, and had the idea
the church, they had to personally
appear before him on bended knee for approval, even
if they had to travel all the way
from Sweden. Because of his arrogant stance,
we lost one of our most ardent workers
in Europe, the Rev. Tommy Ryden from Sweden,
a great man, not to mention a number
of others, all because of this idiotic tactic.
orth Penitentiary for one of the worst
crimes imaginable. He had raped a woman
about two hours, regarding our religious movement, Creativity, which is what he had
bad to worse in Milwaukee. Rick and I had
several more telephone conversations about
30 PM on Tuesday, January 19, staying at the
and said he also specialized in the brokerage
of business firms, as well as reorganizing and
restructuring ailing companies. All this
entailed a lot of lecturing and a lot of traveling,
some of which often took him to cities in
rested in Creativity, and believed it was
r to the Jewish tyranny over the White
Race and the peoples of the world. Only th
rough a racial religion such as Creativity
could we now unite and save the White Race
from mongrelization and total slavery. He
volunteered that if he could become head of i
make it a growing, powerful worldwide organi
zation. In fact, he was most eager to do
so, and that is why he had come up to see me. I was most Interested, and from the
credentials he had volunteered, he seemed well
qualified. We had a lot more discussing
to do, and would sleep on it and discuss It furt
all the funds I had entrusted to them. Furthermore, with an inside informer such as
Steve Thomas in charge, a change was im
perative, costly and disruptive, though
undoubtedly it would be. I decided I would take Rick up on his offer, despite all the
me as if I were there myself. We went to
my attorney's office, Bobby Key, and picked up a sample of a model of a Power of
pose that it would apply only to affairs
concerning the Church. My understanding was that
it was to be only a temporary tool to
be useful for the difficult negotiations he w
ould encounter in dealing with the Milwaukee
group. I typed it out on my computer in my
study, then went to the bank and had it
ed Milwaukee and informed them of our
intentions. One of the first things I informed
Mark Wilson of was the basic fact that since
he had never acknowledged my offer to be Pontifex, we had never had a binding
acceptance. I had already spelled this out to hi
h spy system, they were already well
aware of what we were doing even before I
called, and all hell broke loose. With his
my wife's death, my daughter Kim and I
of the day talking about the happy times the
Restaurant where we each had a Prime Rib
dinner. She stayed on through Monday, and helped
straighten out the house, since I
had not been the best of housekeepers. At 1:30
PM the following Tuesday, we said a
C.O.T.C. P.O. Box 340377
dently even too cowardly to use your true
for leadership of a great movement as
important as I consider the Creativity movement.
seven months has been extremely disappointing.
After seven months I still have to see
the second edition of Racial Loyalty come out
of your office. You have knowingly placed
in the nerve center of your office a man y
ou knew to be a criminal felon, a rapist and a
murderer. That in itself is a heinous o
ffence against our organization worldwide, as
in supreme command, you are almost
the materials and other valuables in their possession, although their legal and moral
sending him his Credentials as Pontifex Maximus by Overnight Express Mall, which
only had $65,000 left (Rick and I perceived they
really had more.) Of that amount Mark wrot
e a Cashier's check in the sum of $50,000
that would go to the new C.O.T.C. Headquarte
rs in Florida. The Milwaukee group could
keep 5% of all the books they still had, and all
the office equipment they had purchased
with the Church money. This also incl
uded the 10 acres they had bought. Since they
had recently also received the two large
l sent Rick by Overnight Express was worded
exactly the same as the one I had sent Mark Wilson seven months earlier, but which
had never been acknowledged. Here Is an exact copy of the document i sent to Rick on
Pontifex Maximus. This resignation and transfe
r is effective as of January 25, 1993. I
will still remain president of the North Caro
lina corporation called The Church of the
Creator, Inc., on a temporary basis.
of the decade, and a new Pontifex will be
selected during the year 2000 C.E., in
accordance with our creed and program.
who executed the above document.
prompt and enthusiastic acknowledgement
from Rick when he got back to Niceville, (a
lthough he pre-dated it for January 25). It
reads as follows:
in all matters concerning the Church of the
all the responsibility that entails.
As Founder of the earths only White Racial Religion, you have made history. I can only
privilege of knowing a man of your magnitude. Through me, your life work will continue
tting is, of course, that there is much
shouting, much confusion, and there is really
dedicated the last twenty years of my life and all my worldly resources to try to awaken
My Last Will and Testament
h and fight the battle. In so doing, we
must, among other things, make an Intensive search for the
White Financial Angel
back up, bankroll, and finance this tremendous
operation. There are still 500 million
we have the intelligence, and we have the potent
ial power to prevent the destruction of
This book is my Last Will and Testament to the White peoples of the world.

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