The Turner Diaries
August 1, 1993. Today has been the Day of the Rope-a
grim and bloody day, but an unavoidable one. Tonight, for the first time
in weeks, it is quiet and totally peaceful throughout all of southern
California. But the night is filled with silent horrors; from tens of
thousands of lampposts, power poles, and trees throughout this vast
metropolitan area the grisly forms hang.
In the lighted
areas one sees them everywhere. Even the street signs at intersections
have been pressed into service, and at practically every street corner I
passed this evening on my way to HQ there was a dangling corpse, four at
every intersection. Hanging from a single overpass only about a mile from
here is a group of about 30, each with an identical placard around its
neck bearing the printed legend, "I betrayed my race." Two or three of
that group had been decked out in academic robes before they were strung
up, and the whole batch are apparently faculty members from the nearby
UCLA campus.
In the areas to which we have not yet restored
electrical power the corpses are less visible, but the feeling of horror
in the air there is even worse than in the lighted areas. I had to walk
through a two-block-long, unlighted residential section between HQ and my
living quarters after our unit meeting tonight. In the middle of one of
the unlighted blocks I saw what appeared to be a person standing on the
sidewalk directly in front of me. As I approached the silent figure, whose
features were hidden in the shadow of a large tree overhanging the
sidewalk, it remained motionless, blocking my way.
Feeling
some apprehension, I slipped my pistol out of its holster. Then, when I
was within a dozen feet of the figure, which had been facing away from me,
it began turning slowly toward me. There was something indescribably eerie
about the movement, and I stopped in my tracks as the figure continued to
turn. A slight breeze rustled the foliage overhead, and suddenly a beam of
moonlight broke through the leaves and fell directly on the silently
turning shape before me.
The first thing I saw in the
moonlight was the placard with its legend in large, block letters: "I
defiled my race." Above the placard leered the horribly bloated, purplish
face of a young woman, her eyes wide open and bulging, her mouth agape.
Finally I could make out the thin, vertical line of rope disappearing into
the branches above. Apparently the rope had slipped a bit or the branch to
which it was tied had sagged, until the woman's feet were resting on the
pavement, giving the uncanny appearance of a corpse standing upright of
its own volition.
I shuddered and quickly went on my way.
There are many thousands of hanging female corpses like that in this city
tonight, all wearing identical placards around their necks. They are the
White women who were married to or living with Blacks, with Jews, or with
other non-White males.
There are also a number of men
wearing the l-defiled-my-race placard, but the women easily outnumber them
seven or eight to one. On the other hand, about ninety per cent of the
corpses with the I-betrayed-my-race placards are men, and overall the
sexes seem to be roughly balanced.
Those wearing the latter
placards are the politicians, the lawyers, the businessmen, the TV
newscasters, the newspaper reporters and editors, the judges, the
teachers, the school officials, the "civic leaders," the bureaucrats, the
preachers, and all the others who, for reasons of career or status or
votes or whatever, helped promote or implement the System's racial
program. The System had already paid them their 30 pieces of
silver.
Today we paid them. :
It started at three o'clock this
morning. Yesterday was an especially bad day of rioting, with the Jews
using transistorized megaphones to whip up the crowds and egg them into
throwing stones and bottles at our troops. They were chanting "racism must
go" and "equality forever" and other slogans the Jews had taught them. It
reminded me of the mass demonstrations of the Vietnam era. The Jews have a
knack for things like that.
But by three o'clock this
morning the crowds had long since finished their orgy of violence and
chanting and were in bed-all except a few groups of diehards who had
rigged up loudspeakers and were blaring System radio broadcasts out over
the surrounding neighborhoods, broadcasts which alternated between
screaming rock "music" and appeals for
"brotherhood."
Squads of our troops with synchronized
watches suddenly appeared in a thousand blocks at once, in fifty different
residential neighborhoods, and every squad leader had a long list of names
and addresses. The blaring music suddenly stopped and was replaced by the
sound of thousands of doors splintering, as booted feet kicked them
open.
It was like the Gun Raids of four years ago, only in
reverse- and the outcome was both more drastic and more permanent for
those raided. One of two things happened to those the troops dragged out
onto the streets. If they were non-Whites-and that included all the Jews
and everyone who even looked like he had a bit of non-White ancestry -
they were shoved into hastily formed columns and started on their
no-return march to the canyon in the foothills north of the city. The
slightest resistance, any attempt at back talk, or any lagging brought a
swift bullet.
The Whites, on the other hand, were, in
nearly all cases, hanged on the spot. One of the two types of pre-printed
placards was hung on the victim's chest, his hands were quickly taped
behind his back, a rope was thrown over a convenient limb or signpost with
the other end knotted around his neck, and he was then hauled clear of the
ground with no further ado and left dancing on air while the soldiers went
to the next name on their list.
The hangings and the
formation of the death columns went on for about 10 hours without
interruption. When the troops finished their grim work early this
afternoon and began returning to their barracks, the Los Angeles area was
utterly and completely pacified. The residents of neighborhoods in which
we could venture safely only in a tank yesterday were trembling behind
closed doors today, afraid even to be seen peering through the crack in
drawn drapes. Throughout the morning there was no organized or large-scale
opposition to our troops, and by this afternoon even the desire for
opposition had evaporated.
I and my men were in the thick
of things all day, mostly handling logistics. When the execution squads
began running out of rope, we stripped several miles of wire from power
poles to use in its place. We also rounded up hundreds of
ladders.
And we were the ones who pasted up the
proclamations from Revolutionary Command in each block, warning all
citizens that henceforth any act of looting, rioting, or sabotage, or any
failure to obey the command of a soldier, will result in the summary
execution of the offender. The proclamations also carry a similar warning
for anyone who knowingly harbors a Jew or other non-White or who willfully
provides false information to or withholds information from our police
units. Finally, they list the reporting point in each neighborhood to
which every person, at a time and date depending upon the position of his
name in the alphabet, is to report for registration and assignment to a
work unit.
I nearly got into a shooting fight with a
company commander near City Hall this morning about nine o'clock. That's
where we were taking all the big shots to be hanged: the well-known
politicians, a number of prominent Hollywood actors and actresses, and
several TV personalities. If we had strung them up in front of their homes
like everyone else, only a few people would have seen them, and we wanted
their example to be instructive to a much wider audience. For the same
reason many of the priests on our lists were taken to one of three large
churches where we had TV crews set up to broadcast their
executions.
The trouble was that many of the big shots were
arriving at City Hall already more dead than alive. The troops on the
transport trucks were really giving them a working
over.
One famous actress, a notorious race-mixer who had
starred in several large-budget, interracial "love" epics, had lost most
of her hair, an eye, and several teeth-not to mention all her
clothes-before the rope was put around her neck. She was a bruised and
bloody mess. I wouldn't have known who she was if I hadn't asked. What, I
wondered, was the point in publicly hanging her if the public couldn't
recognize her and draw the a proper inferences between her former behavior
and her punishment?
I was drawn to a commotion near one of
the trucks which had just arrived. A grossly fat old man, whom I
immediately recognized as the Federal judge who had handed down some of
the System's most outrageous rulings in recent years-including the one
confirming the power of arrest granted by the Human Relations Councils to
their Black deputies-was resisting the efforts of the troops to pull off
his pajamas and dress him in his judicial robe.
One of the
soldiers knocked him down, and then four others began kicking him and
repeatedly slamming him in the face, stomach, and groin with their rifle
butts. He was unconscious, and perhaps already dead, when the rope was
knotted around his neck and his limp figure was hauled about halfway up a
lamppost. A TV cameraman was recording the whole scene and broadcasting it
live.
I was thoroughly disgusted by this latter incident
and by several others of a similar nature, and I sought out the officer in
charge of the troops there to lodge my complaint. I asked him why he
wasn't maintaining proper discipline among his men, and I told him in
strong terms that the beatings of the prisoners were counterproductive
.
We must maintain a public image of strength and
uncompromising ruthlessness in dealing with the enemies of our race, but
to behave like a gang of Ugandans or Puerto Ricans hardly accomplishes
that. (Note to the reader: Uganda was a political subdivision of the
continent of Africa during the Old Era, when that continent was inhabited
by the Negro race. Puerto Rico was the Old Era name of the island of New
Carolina. It is occupied now by the descendants of White refugees from
radioactive areas of the southeastern United States, but before the race
purges in the final days of the Great Revolution it was inhabited by a
mongrel race of especially unsavory character.) Above all else we must
show ourselves as disciplined, since we will be demanding strict
discipline on the part of the civilian population. We must never give vent
to our feelings of frustration or our personal hatreds but must show by
our behavior at all times that what we are doing is serving a higher
purpose.
The captain exploded. He shouted at me to mind
my own business. When I insisted that I was minding my business, he became
red with anger and said that he, not 1, was the one who had the
responsibility and that he was doing the best he could under very
difficult circumstances.
He pointed out correctly that the
Organization had replaced nearly half the men in his company with
untrained newcomers in the last month, and so it shouldn't be surprising
to me that discipline wasn't all it might be. He also told me that he knew
enough about the psychology of his men to understand the value of letting
them beat the prisoners as a way of justifying to themselves that the
prisoners were their enemies and deserved to be hanged.
I
really couldn't counter either of the captain's arguments, but I did note
with some satisfaction that when he turned away from me he strode angrily
over to a group of soldiers who were brutally pistol-whipping a
long-haired, effeminate-looking youth in an outlandishly "mod" getup-a
popular "rock" performer- and ordered them to
stop.
Upon thinking about it, I have come to see things
more from the captain's viewpoint. Of course, we must tighten up
discipline a great deal as soon as we can, but for the moment it is better
for us to have more political reliability and less discipline among the
troops. We delayed our crackdown on the civilian population as long as we
did just so we could weed out and disarm the questionable GI's and replace
them with the new people who've been coming through the enemy lines to
us.
Also, we wanted time to accustom the troops to the
new order of things here and to give them at least a little ideological
preparation for today's work. And we purposely let the civilians get more
out of control than we might have, just so we would have a manifest excuse
for taking thoroughly radical measures instead of half-measures, which
could not have solved the civilian problem in the long
run.
One other reason for the delay I learned today was
that we needed time to finish compiling our arrest lists. For several
years Organization members here, just as in other parts of the country,
have been building their dossiers of System toadies, Jew-fawners,
equalitarian theorists, and other White racecriminals, along with their
street directories of all non-Whites residing in predominantly White
areas.
We were able to use the latter, which were kept
quite up to date even during the last month, without modification. But the
dossiers required a huge amount of evaluation and weeding. In the first
place there were far too many of them.
For example, a White
family might have a dossier as racecriminals because a neighbor had once
observed a Black attending a cocktail party at their home or because they
displayed one of the "Equality Now" bumper stickers, which have been
distributed so widely by the Human Relations Councils. In general, unless
there was also other evidence in a particular dossier, these people were
not put on the arrest list. Otherwise, we'd have had to hang better than
10 per cent of the White population-an entirely impractical
task.
And even if we could hang that many people, there
would be no good reason for it; most of that 10 per cent are really no
worse than most of the other 90 per cent. They have been brainwashed; they
are weak and selfish; they have no sense of racial loyalty-but the same
things are true of most people these days. People are what they have
become, and we have to accept that-as a starting point.
Actually, it has been true all through history that
only small portions of a population are either good or evil. The great
bulk are morally neutral-incapable of distinguishing absolute right from
absolute wrong-and they take their cue from whoever is on top at the
moment.
When good men are the rulers and the program-makers
for a society, the population as a whole will reflect this, and people
with no originality or moral sense of direction of their own will
nevertheless fervently support the highest aims of their society. But when
evil men rule, as has been the case in America for many years now, most of
the population will wallow happily in degeneracy of the worst kind and
will self-righteously parrot every filthy and destructive idea that they
have been taught.
Most judges today, most teachers,
actors, civic figures, etc., are not being consciously and deliberately
evil, or even cynical, in following the lead of the Jews. They think of
themselves as being f "good citizens," just as they would think of
themselves if they were acting in a diametrically opposite way under the
influence o f good leaders.
Thus, there is no point in
killing them all. This moral weakness will have to be bred out of the race
over hundreds of generations. For now it is sufficient for us to eliminate
the consciously evil portion of the population-plus a few hundred thousand
of our morally crippled "good citizens" across the country, as an example
to the rest.
The hanging of a few of the worst
race-criminals in every neighborhood in America will help enormously in
straightening out the majority of the population and reorienting their
thinking. In fact, it will not only help, but it is absolutely necessary.
The people require a strong psychological shock to break old habits of
thought.
I understand all this, yet I must admit that I was
troubled by some of the things I witnessed today.
When the
arrests first started the public didn't realize what was coming, and many
citizens were cocky and abusive. I was present shortly before dawn when
the soldiers dragged about a dozen young people out of a large house near
one of the university campuses, and they, as well as their housemates who
were not arrested, were screaming obscenities at our men and spitting on
them. All but one of those arrested here were either Jews, Blacks, or
mongrels of various sorts, and two of the loudest of them were immediately
shot, while the others were herded into a marching
column.
The last was a White girl, about 19, a bit flabby
but still pretty. The shootings had calmed her down enough so that she was
no longer screaming, "Racist pigs!" at the soldiers, but when the
preparations for her hanging shortly thereafter awakened her to her own
fate, she became hysterical. Informed that she was about to pay the price
for defiling her race by living with a Black lover, the girl wailed, "But
why me?"
As the rope was knotted around her neck, she
blubbered out, "I was only doing what everyone else was. Why are you
picking on me? It's not fair! What about Helen? She was sleeping with him
too." At this last outcry before the girl's breath was cut off forever,
one of the other girls (presumably Helen) in the group of now-silent
spectators on the lawn shrank back in terror.
Of course, no
one answered the girl's question, "Why me?" The answer is simply that her
name happened to be on our list and Helen's didn't. There's nothing "fair"
about that-or unfair either. The girl who was hanged deserved what she
got. Helen probably deserves the same fate-and she is undoubtedly
suffering the torments of the damned now, in fear that she eventually will
be found out and forced to pay the price her friend
did.
This little episode has taught me something about
political terror. Its very arbitrariness and unpredictability are
important aspects of its effectiveness. There are a great many people in
Helen's situation, whose fear that lightning may strike them at any moment
will keep them walking on eggs.
The melancholy aspect of
the episode is epitomized in the girl's lament, "I was only doing what
everyone else was." That is a bit of an exaggeration, but it is true
enough that had others not set a bad example for her the girl probably
would not have become a race-criminal. She paid as much for the sins of
others as for her own. Now I realize more than ever before how essential
it is that we instill in all our people a new moral basis, a new set of
fundamental values, so that they will no longer be morally adrift like
that unfortunate girl was-and like the great majority of Americans today
are.
This total lack of any healthy or natural morality was
brought home to me again just before noon. We were hanging a group of
about 40 land developers and real estate brokers outside the offices of
the Los Angeles County Fair Housing Association. They had all participated
in a special program which made lower mortgage rates available for
racially mixed families buying homes in predominantly White neighborhoods.
One of the realtors was a sturdy, handsome fellow of about 35 with a blond
crew cut. He was vehemently defending himself: "Hell, I never agreed with
any of this race-mixing crap. It makes me sick to my stomach to see these
mixed families with their mongrel brats. But a man has to earn a living. I
was told by the head building inspector in the county that it would be a
lot easier to avoid building-code violations for those realtors who went
along with the special mortgage program."
Without realizing
it, he was telling us that a bigger income came before racial loyalty in
his set of values-something which is unfortunately true also of a great
many who were not hanged today. Well, he made his choice freely, and he
hardly deserves any sympathy.
The soldiers didn't argue
with him, of course. When his turn came, he was jerked off his feet with
the same impartiality they had shown toward those who had accepted their
fate in silence. They were under orders not to argue with anyone or to
explain anything, except a brief statement of the offense for which a
person was being hanged. Not even the most convincing protestations of
innocence or that "there must be some mistake" caused them to hesitate for
an instant. Certainly, we must have made some mistakes today - mistaken
identities, wrong addresses, false accusations-but once the executions
began there was no admitting to the possibility of mistakes. We
deliberately created the image of inexorability in the public
mind.
And apparently we were quite convincing. Our
execution squads were hardly back in their barracks this afternoon when we
began receiving reports from all over the city of what appeared to be a
sudden wave of murders and beatings. Corpses, most of them showing stab
wounds, were being found on sidewalks, in alleys, and in
apartment-building hallways. A number of injured persons-several hundred
altogether-were also picked up on the streets by our
patrols.
Although there were a few Blacks among these
beating and stabbing victims, we quickly determined that the great
majority of them were Jews. All apparently were persons whom our execution
squads had missed, but the citizenry had
not.
Questioning of several Jews who had been beaten
soon revealed that at least some of them had been hiding with Gentile
families. After our proclamations were posted, however, their protectors
turned on them and drove them into the streets. Local vigilante groups
armed with knives and clubs had ferreted out others who had not even been
on our lists.
I am sure that, without the forceful
lesson of this Day of the Rope, we would not have so quickly elicited this
sort of citizen cooperation. The hangings have helped everyone get off the
fence in a hurry.
Tomorrow afternoon some of my men will
begin organizing civilian labor battalions to cut down the corpses and
haul them to the disposal site I have already picked. It'll probably take
three or four days to remove all the bodies-there are between S5 and 60
thousand of them-and in this hot weather it'll be quite unpleasant toward
the end.
But what a feeling of relief it is to finally
have all the negative part of our task here finished! From now on it's all
uphill-in the good sense: reorganizing, re-educating, and rebuilding this
whole society.