The Turner Diaries
July 11, 1993. Busy day! We've got some electrical
power coming back into the area now from one of the hydroelectric plants
up north, but not much. Electricity has to be strictly rationed, and I
spent all day mapping out the sections of the metropolitan area which were
to be energized and then dispatching teams to cut or switch out power
lines and reconnect others. Later, if the rationing is successful, we may
also provide power to some other sections.
Last night I
found out why Washington hasn't tried to send troops in here from other
parts of the country: It's because we've got Vandenberg AFB and all the
missile silos there!
For the first 48 hours after our Monday-morning
attack last week, the System was in such a panic and the military
situation was so uncertain that no major troop movements were possible.
Although we were spread so thin that there was no hope of seizing and
holding territory anywhere except here on the West Coast, we did create an
enormous amount of disruption, disorder, and confusion
everywhere.
Our people inside the military in other parts
of the country had been instructed to carry out actions calculated to
temporarily paralyze their units. This involved some sabotage, arson, and
demolition, but to a much greater extent it involved selective shootings.
In units with a high quota of non-Whites, our people shot down Blacks at
random, shouting slogans such as "White power!," with the deliberate
intention of provoking a Black reaction. This was followed up by the same
tactic which we used here so successfully: seizing radio stations and
broadcasting spurious calls for Blacks to turn their guns against their
White officers.
In other units communications centers were
seized and messages sent which created the false impression that the units
had come over to us.
On top of all that, we wreaked real
havoc on the civilian population. Power plants, communication facilities,
dams, key highway interchanges, tank farms, gas pipelines, and everything
else that could be blown up or burned down was hit Monday morning in an
all-out effort, all across the country, to cause civilian panic and keep
the System temporarily occupied with the attendant
problems.
I also learned that, along with everything else,
the raid on the Evanston Project took place Monday morning. I was
immensely pleased to hear that it was a complete
success.
So the net result was that, by the time the System
had assessed the situation and had regained enough confidence in the
loyalty of any of its military units to try to move against us, we had
finished mopping up Vandenberg and had issued our ultimatum: any military
move against us would result in our launching nuclear missiles targeted on
New York City and Tel Aviv. And that's why things have been so quiet for
the last few days!
And now I understand Revolutionary
Command's whole strategy, which had eluded me for so long and caused me so
many misgivings. RC realized all along that there was no way, with our
present numbers, that we could sustain a military assault against the
System on a large enough scale for a long enough time to bring it down. We
could have continued our guerrilla campaign of economic sabotage and
psychological warfare for quite a while, of course, but time was
ultimately on the side of the System. Unless we could make some really
dramatic breakthrough which would increase our numbers substantially, the
System's growing police powers would eventually paralyze
us.
Well, we've made the breakthrough now. And we've got
the potential, at least, for some very substantial growth; there are some
twelve million people under our control in the Los Angeles metropolitan
area alone. How large the total population base we have to draw from is
still not clear, because of the anomalous situation in northern
California.
Under direct Organization control at this
moment is a strip of California which runs from the Mexican border to
about 150 miles northwest of Los Angeles and from the coast inland for a
distance varying from 50 to 100 miles. Included in this strip are San
Diego, Los Angeles, and all-important Vandenberg AFB. The Sierras and the
Mojave Desert form a natural eastern boundary to our
territory.
In a further coastal strip which runs almost to
the Oregon border and includes San Francisco and Sacramento, an
anti-System military faction seems to be running things, but I gather that
our own authority has not yet been established there. And the states of
Oregon and Washington appear to be still firmly under System control,
contrary to earlier rumors.
Elsewhere in the country,
things are in a general uproar and our hit-and-run raids are continuing,
but the System is in no immediate danger of collapsing. The main problem
worrying the government seems to be whether or not it can trust its own
armed forces. As a consequence of this worry, troops in some areas are
still confined to their bases, even though they are badly needed to
restore order among the civilian population.
In some of the
worst areas of civilian rioting-primarily because of the disruption of
food supplies-the government is using special military units made up of
non-Whites only. They've rushed some of these all-nigger units into the
border area around our California enclave.
The closest such
unit seems to be in Barstow, about 100 miles northwest of here. Some White
refugees from there have been trickling into our area, and their reports
are pretty sickening: mass rape and terror from the Black troops, who are
lording it over the local Whites. I hate to hear of such things happening
to White people, but the reaction can only be favorable to us. And it's
good that we've forced the System to show its lack of confidence in the
loyalty of the White population and its dependence on non-White
elements.
What's most important for us now, though, is that
the government isn't trying to force its way into our territory. Our
Vandenberg threat is holding them off for the moment, although that
situation certainly won't last forever. But at least it gives us a chance
to try to get our civilian population under control
here.
And what a mess things are in! There are more fires
than ever, and rioting has become widespread. We simply don't have enough
people, even including all the military personnel nominally on our side
now, to maintain order while we restore essential utilities and set up an
emergency food-distribution system.
We have altogether
about 40,000 armed-forces personnel at our disposal, nearly two-thirds of
them in the metro area here and the other third scattered from San Diego
to Vandenberg. It is a ticklish situation, though, because they outnumber
Organization members in this area by about 20 to one-which is actually not
half as bad a ratio as I had thought earlier, but still quite bad enough!
The great majority of these troops owe no loyalty to the Organization and,
in fact, do not realize that their orders are coming from
us.
So far we have been keeping them busy day and night,
and they haven't had time to ask too many questions. Organization members
have been assigned to every military unit, from the company level up, and
Henry-whom I saw again briefly last night-seems to think we've got a
pretty good grip on them. I hope so!
I have had a chance to
chat with a few of the troops we have been using for fuel-recovery and
utility-repair crews. They seem to be impressed by three facts: that the
government in Washington has totally lost control out here; that the
Blacks, both inside the military and outside, are a dangerous and
unreliable element; and that they, with weapons and food, are a lot better
off than the civilian population right now.
But
ideologically they are in poor shape! Some of them are vaguely on our
side; others are still chock-full of System brainwashing; and most are
somewhere in between. The one thing that's keeping them in line now is the
total absence of any alternate source of authority
here.
The System hasn't even gotten around to broadcasting
appeals for loyalty aimed at our troops-probably because that would
constitute an admission to the rest of the country just how big our win
here has been. The official System line at the moment is that the
situation is well under control, and the "racist gangsters" in California
(that's us) will soon be rounded up or liquidated. Since we have been
broadcasting appeals to revolt aimed at their troops day and night and
have also been giving a picture of the situation here much rosier than it
actually is, the System's story sounds pretty hollow. Instead of denying
our claims the System has simply started jamming our broadcasts, which is
probably their shrewdest course.
July 14. The first
substantial shipment of food entered the metro area today-a convoy of
60-odd big tractor-trailers full of fresh produce from the San Joaquin
valley. They unloaded at 30 emergency distribution points we've now got
manned in the White sections, but it was like trying to fill the ocean
with a thimble. We need at least five times as much food every day, just
to maintain the White population at a bare-subsistence
level.
There are still large stocks of non-perishable food
in warehouses here, even though all the grocery stores have been looted
bare. As soon as we're a little better organized and have located and
inventoried it all we can use this warehoused food to supplement the
incoming fresh food. Meanwhile, there have been nasty incidents at several
warehouses, where we've had to shoot a number of people who wouldn't take
"no" for an answer.
The really nasty business is what
we're running into in the Black and racially mixed areas, though. I've
spent the last two days directing salvage crews in areas which the troops
have just finished clearing.
The job of the troops is to separate the
Blacks from the rest of the population and confine them in
controlled-access areas until they can be convoyed out of our enclave.
It's done in a quite simple and straightforward manner. A Black holding
area is designated, having been chosen for its proximity to a freeway
heading east and for the ease with which all exits from the area can be
blocked. Tanks and machine-gun crews take up positions at these
exits.
Then a sweep through surrounding neighborhoods
begins, converging on the designated holding area. Groups of infantry are
preceded by sound trucks which repeatedly broadcast an announcement, such
as: "All Blacks must assemble immediately for food and water supplies at
the Martin Luther King Elementary School on 47th Street. Any Black found
north of 43rd Street after 1:00 PM will be shot on sight. All Blacks must
assemble ...."
At first, groups of Blacks tried to stand
their ground and defy the troops, apparently under the impression that the
honkies wouldn't actually shoot them. (Note to the reader: "Honky" was one
of many derogatory slang terms referring to a White person which was used
by Negroes in the three decades prior to the Great Revolution. Its origin
is uncertain.) They discovered their mistake quite soon, however, and the
word spread quickly.
Most Blacks moved along the streets
leading into the designated areas a block or two ahead of the slowly
advancing infantry, who made quick searches of each building as they came
abreast of it. Blacks who had not already vacated the premises were
roughly driven into the streets at bayonet point. If they put up any
resistance at all they were shot on the spot, and the sound of this
occasional gunfire helped to keep the other Blacks moving
along.
There have so far been only about half-a-dozen
instances of Blacks with contraband firearms barricading themselves in
buildings and shooting at our troops. Whenever this happens the troops
bypass the occupied building and call in a tank, which riddles the
building with cannon and machine-gun fire.
Once again, it's
a damned good thing the civilian population was disarmed by the System
years ago. If more Blacks had guns there'd be no way we could deal with
them, considering the disparity in numbers.
My salvage
crews move in right behind the infantry. Our job is to inventory and
secure all essential supplies and facilities: gasoline and bulk quantities
of other fuels, non-perishable food, medical supplies, heavy transport
vehicles, certain industrial facilities, etc.
The Blacks
have pretty well cleaned out all the food in their areas, and they've
mindlessly destroyed a lot of the other things we're looking for-although
we are finding a lot of things they've missed, including more than 40 tons
of dried fish meal in a pet-food plant just this morning. The stuff
doesn't taste very good, but this one batch will supply the minimum
protein requirements of 100,000 people for a week. And yesterday we ran
across 30,000 gallons of liquid chlorine, which is needed for water
purification. We also recovered most of the drug inventories of a hospital
and two clinics, in which the drug storerooms were still intact even after
rioting Blacks had ransacked the buildings.
We also found
gruesome evidence of one way in which the Blacks have solved their food
shortage: cannibalism. They began by setting up barricades in one main
street to stop cars driven by Whites, apparently as early as Tuesday of
last week. The unfortunate Whites were dragged from their cars, taken into
a nearby Black restaurant, butchered, cooked, and
eaten.
Later the Blacks organized hunting parties and made
raids into White areas. In the cellar of one Black apartment building we
found a scene of indescribable horror attesting to the success of these
raids.
I and a crew of my men noticed a commotion in front
of the building as we finished checking the looted shambles of an adjacent
warehouse and came out onto the street. A group of GI's milling around the
entrance were obviously distressed about something. One of them came
running out of the apartment building and began retching and vomiting on
the sidewalk. Then another, with a grim expression on his face, led a
young White girl out of the building. She was about 10 years old, naked,
filthy, and in an obvious state of shock.
As soon as I
pushed my way into the building I recoiled from the horrible stench which
permeated the place. Putting a handkerchief over my nose and mouth didn't
seem to help, but with the aid of my flashlight I descended the cellar
stairs past two more GI's who were coming up. In the arms of one of them
was a silently staring White child of about four, alive but apparently too
weak to walk.
The cellar, which was illuminated by two
kerosene lanterns hanging from steam pipes, had been converted into a
human slaughterhouse by the Blacks in the apartment building. The floor
was slippery with half-congealed blood. There were washtubs full of
stinking entrails, and others filled with severed heads. Four tiny, human
haunches dangled overhead from wires.
On a wooden workbench
beneath one of the lanterns I saw the most terrible thing I have ever
seen. It was the butchered and partially dismembered body of a teenaged
girl. Her blue eyes stared emptily at the ceiling, and her long, golden
hair was matted with the blood which had rushed from the gaping wound in
her throat.
I retched and stumbled back up the stairs and
out into the light again. I could not make myself go back into that awful
cellar, but I sent two of my crew with cameras and lights down there to
make a thorough photographic record. The photos will be useful for troop
indoctrination.
From one of the GI's outside the building I
learned that parts of at least 30 children, all White, had been found in
the cellar, along with the two who were still alive. They had been tied to
a pipe in one corner. In the rear courtyard of the building was an
improvised barbecue grill and a large pile of small, human bones -
thoroughly gnawed. We took photographs of the courtyard
too.
I have been working in mostly Black areas, but I have
also heard some pretty bad stories from our people who have been in White
and Chicano areas. No cases of cannibalism by Whites or Chicanos have been
reported-the Blacks are a race apart in this respect-but there's been a
lot of killing in fights over food. And there've been some grisly
atrocities where gangs of Blacks have invaded White areas and taken over
White homes, especially in the wealthier districts, where the homes are
more isolated from one another.
On the positive side, in
some of the predominantly White middle-class and working-class
neighborhoods, Whites have banded together to protect themselves from
incursions by Blacks and Chicanos. This is a refreshing development, but
surprising, m view of the way the morons out here have been voting in
recent years. Is it possible that years of Jewish brainwashing have failed
to take hold in the White masses?
Actually, I'm afraid
it has taken hold in all too many cases. In the racially mixed
neighborhoods, for example, the Whites have suffered terribly in the last
10 days, and they've made virtually no effort to protect themselves.
Without guns, of course, self-defense is pretty much a matter of
numbers-and the will to survive. Although the Whites are badly outnumbered
in only a few mixed neighborhoods, they seem to have lost the feeling of
identity and unity which the Blacks and Chicanos still
have.
Most of all, though, many of them seem to be
convinced that any effort at self-defense would be "racist," and they fear
being thought of as racists-or thinking of themselves that way- more than
they fear death. Even when gangs of Blacks took their children away or
raped their women before their eyes, they offered no significant
resistance. Really sick!
It's hard for me to feel sorry for
Whites who won't even try to protect themselves, and it's even harder for
me to understand why we should take chances and knock ourselves out to
save such brainwashed scum from the fate they richly deserve. And yet it
is in the mixed areas that we're having the most trouble and taking the
most chances!
We are reluctant to fire on crowds where we
may kill Whites as well as non-Whites, and the bastards apparently realize
this and are taking advantage of it. In some neighborhoods we're meeting
so much opposition that it's nearly impossible to achieve our goal of
separating the various racial groups into enclaves.
Another
big problem in trying to achieve racial separation is that so many people
in this area cannot easily be classified as White or non-White. The
process of mongrelization has gone so far in this country and there are so
many swarthy, frizzy-haired characters of all sizes and shapes running
around that one doesn't know where to draw the
line.
Nevertheless, we've got to draw the line somewhere,
and soon! There is no way we can feed everybody in our area, and if we're
to avoid mass starvation among the Whites we must separate them into
clearly defined areas soon, where electricity, water, food, and other
essentials are available. And we must move everyone else out of our area,
one way or another. The longer we delay, the more unruly the public will
become.
Actually we have done pretty well at concentrating
the Blacks. About 80 per cent of them are sealed in four small enclaves
now, and I understand that the first mass convoy of them is heading east
tonight. But for the rest, about all we've really done is immobilize the
population, so they can't move from one neighborhood to another. We
certainly don't have them under control, and, so far as I'm aware, we've
not even begun mass arrests or taken any other action against Jews and
other hostile elements yet. Let's get on with this now!