The Turner Diaries
October 3, 1991. I've been breaking up my work
on the FBI project with some handyman activity around our building. Last
night I finished our perimeter-alarm system, and today I did some rough
and very dirty work on our emergency escape tunnel.
Along
both sides and the back of the building I buried a row of
pressure-sensitive pads, which are wired to a light and an alarm buzzer
inside. The pads are the sort which are often installed under doormats
inside stores to signal the arrival of a customer They consist of
two-foot-long metal strips sealed inside a flexible plastic sheet, and
they are waterproof. Covered with an inch of soil they are undetectable,
but they will signal us if anyone steps on the ground above
them.
This method could not be used in front of our
building, because nearly all the ground there is covered by the concrete
driveway and parking area. After considering and rejecting an ultrasonic
detector for the front, I settled on a photoelectric beam between two
steel fence posts on either side of the concrete area.
In
order to keep the light source and photocell unnoticeable, it was
necessary to place them inside the fence post on one side, with a very
small and inconspicuous reflector mounted on the other. I had to drill
several holes in one post, and quite a bit of tinkering was necessary to
make everything work properly.
Katherine was a big help
with this, carefully adjusting the reflector while I lined up the light
and photocell. It was also at her suggestion that I changed the alarm
system inside the building, so that it not only warns us at the instant an
intruder steps on one of the pressure-sensitive pads or interrupts the
light beam, but it also turns on an electric clock in the garage. This way
we will know whether someone has been around while we were all out of the
building-and we will know when.
In cleaning out a filthy
collection of empty oil cans, greasy rags, and miscellaneous trash from
the service pit which had been used for changing oil and working
underneath automobiles in the garage, we discovered that the service pit
opens directly into a storm sewer through a steel grating in the concrete
floor.
Prying up the grating, we found that it is possible
to crawl into the storm sewer, which is a concrete pipe four feet in
diameter. The pipe runs about 400 yards to a large, open drainage ditch.
Along the way there are about a dozen smaller pipes emptying into the main
conduit, apparently from street drains. The open end of the sewer is
protected by a grating of half-inch reinforcing rods set into the
concrete.
Today I took a hacksaw, scuttled down to the end
of the sewer, and sawed through all but two of the steel rods. This left
the grating firmly in place but made it possible, with a great deal of
effort, to bend it aside far enough to crawl out.
I did so
and took a brief look around. The side of the ditch is heavily overgrown,
providing good concealment from the nearby road. And from the road it is
not possible to see our building or any part of the street on which it
fronts, because of intervening structures. When I reentered the sewer, I
grunted and strained until I had bent the grating back in place
again.
Unfortunately, the people who ran the garage and
machine shop before we moved in must have been dumping all their waste oil
into the storm sewer for years, because there's about four inches of
thick, black sludge along the bottom of the sewer pipe near the opening
from the service pit. When I crawled out into the shop again I was covered
with the stuff.
Henry and George were both out, and Katherine made
me strip and hosed me down in the service pit before she would even let me
go upstairs to take a shower. She declared the shoes and clothes I had
been wearing a total loss and threw them out.
Every time I
take an ice-cold shower I bitterly regret that Henry and I didn't take the
time to add hot water to our makeshift shower
stall.
October 6. Today I completed the detonating
mechanism for the bomb we'll use against the FBI building. The trigger
mechanism itself was quite easy, but I was held up on the booster until
yesterday, because I didn't know what sort of explosives we would be
using.
The people in Unit 8 had planned to raid a supply
shed in one of the areas where the Washington subway system is being
extended, but they didn't have any luck at all until yesterday- and then
not much. They were only able to steal two cases of blasting gelatin, and
one case wasn't even full. Less than 100 pounds.
But that
solved my problem, at least. The blasting gelatin is sensitive enough to
be initiated by one of my homemade lead azide detonators, and 100 pounds
of it will be more than sufficient to detonate the main charge, when and
if Unit 8 finds more explosives, regardless of what they are or how they
are packaged.
I packed about four pounds of the blasting
gelatin into an empty applesauce can, primed it, placed the batteries and
timing mechanism in the top of the can, and wired them to a small toggle
switch on the end of a 20-foot extension cord. When we load the truck with
explosives, the can will go in back, on top of the two cases of blasting
gelatin. We'll have to poke small holes in the walls of the trailer and
the cab to run the extension cord and the switch into the
cab.
Either George or Henry-probably Henry-will drive the
truck into the freight-receiving area inside the FBI building. Before he
gets out of the cab he will flip the switch, starting the timer. Ten
minutes later the explosives will go off. If we're lucky, that will be the
end of the FBI building-and the government's new three-billion-dollar
computer complex for their internal-passport system.
Six or
seven years ago, when they first started releasing "trial balloons" to see
what the public reaction to the new passport system would be, it was said
that its main purpose would be to detect illegal aliens, so they could be
deported.
Although some citizens were properly suspicious
of the whole scheme, most swallowed the government's explanation of why
the passports were needed. Thus, many labor union members, who saw illegal
aliens as a threat to their jobs during a time of high unemployment,
thought it was a fine idea, while liberals generally opposed it because it
sounded "racist"-illegal aliens being virtually all non-White. Later, when
the government granted automatic citizenship to everyone who had managed
to sneak across the Mexican border and remain in the country for two
years, the liberal opposition evaporated-except for a hard core of
libertarians who were still suspicious.
All in all, it has
been depressingly easy for the System to deceive and manipulate the
American people-whether the relatively naive "conservatives" or the
spoiled and pseudo-sophisticated "liberals." Even the libertarians,
inherently hostile to all government, will be intimidated into going along
when Big Brother announces that the new passport system is necessary to
find and root out "racists"-namely, us.
If the freedom
of the American people were the only thing at stake, the existence of the
Organization would hardly be justified. Americans have lost their right to
be free. Slavery is the just and proper state for a people who have grown
as soft, self-indulgent, careless, credulous, and befuddled as we
have.
Indeed, we are already slaves. We have allowed a
diabolically clever, alien minority to put chains on our souls and our
minds. These spiritual chains are a truer mark of slavery than the iron
chains which are yet to come.
Why didn't we rebel 35 years
ago, when they took our schools away from us and began converting them
into racially mixed jungles? Why didn't we throw them all out of the
country 50 years ago, instead of letting them use us as cannon fodder in
their war to subjugate Europe?
More to the point, why
didn't we rise up three years ago, when they started taking our guns away?
Why didn't we rise up in righteous fury and drag these arrogant aliens
into the streets and cut their throats then? Why didn't we roast them over
bonfires at every street-corner in America? Why didn't we make a final end
to this obnoxious and eternally pushy clan, this pestilence from the
sewers of the East, instead of meekly allowing ourselves to be
disarmed?
The answer is easy. We would have rebelled if all
that has been imposed on us in the last 50 years had been attempted at
once. But because the chains that bind us were forged imperceptibly, link
by link, we submitted.
The adding of any single, new link to the chain
was never enough for us to make a big fuss about. It always seemed easier
-and safer-to go along. And the further we went, the easier it was to go
just one step further.
One thing the historians will have to decide-if
any men of our race survive to write a history of this era-is the relative
importance of deliberation and inadvertence in converting us from a
society of free men to a herd of human cattle.
That is, can
we justly blame what has happened to us entirely on deliberate subversion,
carried out through the insidious propaganda of the controlled mass media,
the schools, the churches, and the government? Or must we place a large
share of the blame on inadvertent decadence - on the spiritually
debilitating life style into which the Western people have allowed
themselves to slip in the twentieth century?
Probably the
two things are intertwined, and it will be difficult to blame either cause
separately. Brainwashing has made decadence more acceptable to us, and
decadence has made us less resistant to brainwashing. In any event, we are
too close to the trees now to see the outline of the forest very
clearly.
But one thing which is quite clear is that much
more than our freedom is at stake. If the Organization fails in its task
now, everything will be lost-our history, our heritage, all the blood and
sacrifices and upward striving of countless thousands of years. The Enemy
we are fighting fully intends to destroy the racial basis of our
existence.
No excuse for our failure will have any meaning,
for there will be only a swarming horde of indifferent, mulatto zombies to
hear it. There will be no White men to remember us-either to blame us for
our weakness or to forgive us for our folly.
If we
fail, God's great Experiment will come to an end, and this planet will
once again, as it did millions of years ago, move through the ether devoid
of higher man.
October 11. Tomorrow is the day! Despite
the failure of Unit 8 to find as much explosives as we want, we are going
ahead with the FBI operation.
The final decision on this
came late this afternoon in a conference at Unit 8's headquarters. Henry
and I were both there, as well as a staff officer from Revolutionary
Command- an indication of the urgency with which the Organization's
leadership views this operation.
Ordinarily Revolutionary
Command personnel do not become involved with unit actions on an
operational level. We receive operational orders from and report to
Washington Field Command, with representatives from the Eastern Command
Center participating occasionally in conferences when matters of special
importance must be decided. Only twice previously have I attended meetings
with anyone from Revolutionary Command, both times to make basic decisions
concerning the Organization's communications equipment, which I was
designing. And that, of course, was before we went
underground.
So the presence of Major Williams (a
pseudonym, I believe) at our meeting this afternoon made a strong
impression on all of us. I was asked to attend because I am responsible
for the proper functioning of the bomb. Henry was there because he will be
delivering it.
And the reason for the meeting was Unit 8's
failure to obtain what I and Ed Sanders estimate to be the minimum
quantity of explosives needed to do a thorough job. Ed is Unit 8's
ordnance expert-and, interestingly enough, a former special agent of the
FBI who is familiar with the structure and layout of the FBI
building.
As carefully as we could, we calculated that we
should have at least 10,000 pounds of TNT or an equivalent explosive to
destroy a substantial portion of the building and wreck the new computer
center in the sub-basement. To be on the safe side, we asked for 20,000
pounds. Instead, what we have is a little under 5,000 pounds, and nearly
all of that is ammonium nitrate fertilizer, which is much less effective
than TNT for our purpose.
After the initial two cases of
blasting gelatin, Unit 8 was able to pick up 400 pounds of dynamite from
another subway construction shed. We have given up hope of assembling the
necessary quantity of explosives in this way, however. Although large
quantities of explosives are used each day on the subway, it is stored in
small batches and access is very difficult. Two of Unit 8's people had a
close call when they swiped the dynamite.
Last Thursday,
with our deadline for completing the job upon us, three men from Unit 8
made a night raid on a farm-supply warehouse near Fredericksburg, about 50
miles south of here. They found no explosives, as such, but did find some
ammonium nitrate, which they cleaned out: forty-four 100-lb. bags of the
stuff.
Sensitized with oil and tightly confined, it makes
an effective blasting agent, where the aim is simply to move a quantity of
dirt or rock. But our original plan for the bomb called for it to be
essentially unconfined and to be able to punch through two levels of
reinforced-concrete flooring while producing an open-air blast wave
powerful enough to blow the facade off a massive and strongly constructed
building.
Finally, two days ago, Unit 8 set about doing
what it should have done at the beginning. The same three fellows who had
gotten the ammonium nitrate headed up into Maryland with their truck to
rob a military arsenal. I gather from what Ed Sanders says that we have a
legal on the inside there who will be able to help.
But, as
of this afternoon, there has been no word from them, and Revolutionary
Command isn't willing to wait any longer. The pros and cons of going ahead
with what we have now are these:
The System is hurting us
badly by continuing to arrest our legals, upon whom the Organization is
largely dependent for its financing. If the supply of funds from our
legals is cut off, our underground units will be forced to turn to robbery
on a large scale in order to support themselves.
Thus,
Revolutionary Command feels it is essential to strike the System
immediately with a blow which will not only interrupt the FBI roundup of
our legals, at least temporarily, but will also raise morale throughout
the Organization by embarrassing the System and demonstrating our ability
to act. From what Williams said, I gather that these two goals have become
even more pressing than the original objective of knocking out the
computer bank.
On the other hand, if we strike a blow which
does not do some real damage to the System's secret police we may not only
fail to achieve these new goals but, by forewarning the enemy of our
intentions and tactics, also make it much more difficult to hit the
computers later. This was the viewpoint expressed by Henry, whose great
gift is his ability to always keep a cool head and not
be
distracted from future goals by immediate difficulties. But he is also a
good soldier and is completely willing to carry through with his part of
tomorrow's action, despite his feeling that we should hold off until we
are certain that we can do a thorough job.
I believe the
people in Revolutionary Command also understand the danger in hasty,
premature action. But they must take into consideration many factors which
we cannot. Williams is clearly convinced that it is imperative to throw a
monkey wrench into the FBI's gears immediately, otherwise they will
flatten us like a steamroller. Thus, most of our discussion this afternoon
centered on the narrow question of just how much damage we can do with our
present quantity of explosives.
If, in accord with our
original plan, we drive a truck into the main freight entrance of the FBI
building and blow it up in the freight-receiving area, the explosion will
take place in a large, central courtyard, surrounded on all sides by heavy
masonry and open to the sky above. Ed and I both agree that with the
present quantity of explosives we will not be able to do any really
serious structural damage under those conditions.
We can
wreak havoc in all the offices with windows opening on the courtyard, but
we cannot hope to blow away the inner facade of the building or to punch
through to the sub-basement where the computers are. Several hundred
people will be killed, but the machine will probably keep
running.
Sanders pleaded for another day or two for his
unit to find more explosives, but his case was weakened by their failure
to find what was needed in the last 12 days. With nearly a hundred of our
legals being arrested every day, we can't take a chance on waiting even
another two days, Williams said, unless we can be certain that those two
days will bring us what we need.
What we finally decided is
to attempt to get our bomb directly into the first-level basement, which
also has a freight entrance on 10th Street, next to the main freight
entrance. If we detonate our bomb in the basement underneath the
courtyard, the confinement will make it substantially more effective. It
will almost certainly collapse the basement floor into the subbasement,
burying the computers. Furthermore it will destroy most, if not all, the
communications and power equipment for the building, since those are on
the basement levels. The big unknown is whether it will do enough
structural damage to the building to make it uninhabitable for an extended
period. Without a detailed blueprint of the building and a team of
architects and civil engineers we simply can't answer that
question.
The drawback to going for the basement is that
relatively few freight deliveries are made there, and the entrance is
usually closed. Henry is willing to crash the truck right through the
door, if necessary.
So be it. Tomorrow night we'll know a
lot more than we do today.