Protecting Our Freedoms
by Dr. Revilo P. Oliver
IT IS GENERALLY BELIEVED that the Pacific Northwest is the least polluted and filthy part of the country that once was ours. There is, therefore, some significance in a bit of news published in the Peninsula Daily News (Port Angeles, Washington) on 26 June 1987.
A despatch from Portland, Oregon, informs us that in the tiny village of Noti, which lies about a third of the way from Springfield, Oregon, to the shore of the Pacific, there was a White man who had not yet learned that he belongs to the race that has made itself the most degraded and despised species of mammals in the whole world. He thought that he had the right to determine whom he would welcome onto property that he “owned,” i.e., rented from the tax-collectors and usurers. He even had the temerity to put on the door of his small tavern a sign that said, “No Niggers.”
A female Congoid from Eugene, and perhaps from the stinking slum that is called the University of Oregon, came to the small village for some undisclosed reason and saw the sign. Her delicate, flower-like soul withered at the thought there was a place into which she was asked not to intrude to annoy the White slaves who must work to subsidize and pamper her parasitic and terribly prolific race. The distressed Negress complained to the regional Soviet, and a Deputy Commissar immediately ordered the White wretch who had imagined he owned the tavern to pay to the Black female five thousand dollars to compensate her for the anguish his sign had induced in her sensitive spirit.
It must be noted that there was no indictment, no trial, no formal process whatsoever: the lordly Commissar just commanded to the lowly peasant to pay up to the swart superior who had been so well educated (at public expense) that she could read his sign.
The Commissar, by the way, was a female who bears an Aryan name and may be a defector from our race, which she evidently hates with Yiddish fervor. She screeched that failure to kowtow to the African species that is at present petted by Yahweh’s Godly Race was “a particularly noxious form of bigotry,” and she said, in effect, “You white swine! Do you dare to imagine that you have rights under the Dictatorship of the Proletariat’s Masters?”
It is true that the regional Soviet was officially called the State of Oregon, and the Commissar bore the title, State Labor Commissioner. Some simple-minded folk think that makes a difference.
So far as one can tell from the press, none of the Aryans, who are still a majority in Oregon, noticed what was done to one of them, or had the slightest perception of the degradation in which they cheerfully acquiesce. Or if some did feel a sensation in the cerebrum that might have become thought, they hastily took another slug of Jesus-juice, a narcotic that is more insidious and deadly than heroin or cocaine.
There is nothing peculiar about the situation in Oregon. Democracy functions more efficiently in Utah, where there was a young German farmer named John Singer, who refused to send his children to have their brains addled in the public boob-hatcheries. Ten brave deputy sheriffs drove out to his farm and shot him in the back as he was walking from his mail-box to his house. That simplified matters and doubtless taught his widow and children the place that Yahweh allotted to pigs and Aryans in the world he gave to the Superhumans who are his divinely begotten Children, as all good Christians know from his statements in the Jew-Book (Exodus, 4.22, et passim).
Members of our self-doomed race are being taught their place everywhere. In Arkansas, for example, some members of an organization called (oh, horrors!) Aryan Nations are about to be subjected to a Communist-style showtrial by pseudo-legal terrorists from the still slightly disguised dictatorship in Tel-Aviv-on-the-Potomac. The gabble of the Federal lawyers you pay to harass and oppress you does not cover up the fact that the prisoners are really charged with having had thoughts that had not been certified as kosher. And neither in Arkansas nor elsewhere do the millions of epicene and spineless dumb brutes who are descended from Aryan men seem to be in the least worried.
Incredible as it would seem to an observer come to the earth from a civilized planet somewhere in the universe, there are Americans who chatter about “fighting Communism” in Nicaragua or some place even more remote. And I predict that when our “democracy” is fully implemented a few years hence, Americans who have watched a neighbor being beaten to death in the street by the Thought Police, will nod sagely to one another and say, “Isn’t it nice we are protected from extremists who think we are fit to live? We must preserve our Jew-given freedoms.”
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Source: Liberty Bell magazine, September 1987
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