Charles Lindbergh: American Hero
by Revilo P. Oliver
IT IS THE habit of our domestic enemies to deny that they are engaged in a conspiracy against us, and to pretend that the consequences of their actions just happened somehow and could not have been foreseen. Unthinking Americans believe that, although our great War Criminal once indiscreetly boasted that nothing of political importance happens by chance, since every such event is carefully planned in advance.
The article “Aviation, Geography, and Race” [published recently by National Vanguard] by the celebrated aviator, Charles A. Lindbergh, will suffice to prove that the consequences of the Jews’ war against Germany were obvious before it began — so obvious that the calamities which now afflict us must have been planned and willed by the plotters who contrived the disaster that is called Second World War, and by all intelligent members of the race for which they acted.
When Franklin Delano Roosevelt and his partner, Dzhugashvili, alias Stalin, with the help of their stooge, Winston Churchill, finally got the war started on 3 September 1939, Charles A. Lindbergh understood at once the malign purpose of the war and foresaw its consequences. Eight days later, on 11 September, he wrote the aforementioned article, which he sent to the Reader’s Digest a few days later. It was published in the November issue of that magazine, which was then the most widely circulated periodical in the United States.
Colonel Lindbergh’s article was reprinted by John Tyndall in the February 1994 issue of his magazine Spearhead, but the Jewish dominion over Britain prevented him from emphasizing editorially the accuracy of the article and its implications.
The author and aviator Charles Lindbergh was the son and namesake of Charles August Lindbergh (1859- 1924), a man of Swedish ancestry, who was elected Congressman from Minnesota in 1906 and constantly reelected thereafter. He perceived the disastrous consequences of the Federal Reserve Act of 1913, by which the Americans began the gradual surrender of their country, and he inserted in the Congressional Record, where they may still be read, documents that proved that the “financial panics” in the early part of this century had been created by a conspiracy of bankers, doubtless for the purpose of inducing the boobs to alienate control of their own currency.
When the disastrous war in Europe “suddenly” began in September 1914, according to a schedule that was known to Winston Churchill two years earlier, Congressman Lindbergh strenuously opposed the efforts of the shyster in the White House to induce the Americans to commit the supreme folly of emulating the European insanity. And he had the signal courage to continue to proclaim the truth even after the boobs had been stampeded into an attack on Germany.
The Federal government accordingly began outrageously illegal efforts to prevent his reelection, at first through their hirelings and stooges in Minnesota, but finally, after the publication of his able book, Why is Your Country at War?, by suppressing the book by flagrantly unconstitutional means and a terrorist raid on his home, conducted by agents of the “Justice” Department under the command of an ambitious and unscrupulous young man named John Edgar Hoover.
The Congressman’s son, Charles Augustus Lindbergh (1902-1974), was almost fifteen when the Federal goons raided his father’s home, and one source says that it was J. Edgar Hoover in person who mauled the young boy.
Young Lindbergh probably owed to his father his clear understanding of our civilization and its dependence on the spiritual as well as physical peculiarities of our race — on racial instincts that are sapped in urban societies that lose revivifying contact with nature and the real world.
It is to the point, however, that he passed through the schools before the “educational” gangsters began their systematic sabotage of pupils’ minds by injecting ‘One-World’ pus to induce infantile paralysis of the cerebrum.
He spent some time at the University of Wisconsin, which was then largely an American institution, but left, without taking a degree, to become an aviator. That was in the great age of aviation, when the individual pilot and his machine had to conform to and contend with nature, and could feel the joy of success in the way to which Lindbergh’s friend, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, whom he resembled in many ways, gave literary expression in his Night Flight and Wind, Sand, and Stars.
His skill and courage won for him universal celebrity in 1927, when he flew alone from the United States to Paris. He married Anne Spencer Morrow, the daughter of a wealthy banker, diplomat, and senator; she was his devoted wife until his death.
In 1932, their infant son was kidnapped and immediately killed, accidentally or maliciously, by persons who were never identified, although a German carpenter, Bruno Hauptmann, who had been so stupid as to trust a Sheeny and had thus become marginally involved in an aftermath of the crime, was executed in 1936 to create the impression that the mystery had been solved.
The excruciating ordeal inflicted on them by the kidnapping and murder, exacerbated by the unscrupulous minions of the American press, together with justified fears for the safety of the son that Mrs. Lindbergh subsequently bore, forced them to live abroad, in England and on one of the Channel Islands, and they returned to the United States only after the Jews’ War began in Europe.
Colonel Lindbergh had ample opportunities to observe the course of events in Europe, and although he did not suspect the identity and terrible power of the conspiracy that was then at work, he was, of course, aware that some forces were surreptitiously working to precipitate a catastrophe that would almost certainly be fatal to our race and civilization. In March 1938 he began to keep a diary or journal to record his observations. His summary of his first entries is a bitter and tragic record today: “Hope England and Germany can find some way to working together. If they could do so, there would be no major war in Europe for many years to come. If they fight again, it will be chaos.”
When his hope that the British would perceive that their future was bound up with that of their natural and necessary ally, Germany, proved illusory, Colonel Lindbergh stated clearly the situation in his article in the Reader’s Digest and in many speeches to American audiences.
If we may venture an astronomical metaphor, he tried to prevent the United States from being sucked into the black hole of Jewish hatred that was consuming the nations of Europe. He became the unofficial leader of the America First movement, which he directed capably, but with the embarrassment of having to make a political compromise and accept the support of persons who were pacifists, not patriots, and whose vapid fantasies were potentially pernicious to a nation. He was a true Aryan and often wished, “If only the United States could be on the right side of an intelligent war! There are wars worth fighting.”
It was largely his influence that maintained some sanity in a large part of the American people, so that, as must be said to their honor, the loathsome creature in the White House had to contrive the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor before he could content his Yiddish congeners by driving his cattle into Europe to consummate the Suicide of the West.
Seeing in Colonel Lindbergh a principal obstacle to full gratification of their eternal hatred of Aryans, the Jews began a campaign of slander and vilification, using the prostitutes of press and covert agents to spread foul rumors, and finally telling the diseased War Criminal in the White House to denounce the Colonel as a traitor! Colonel Lindbergh felt that the only honorable reply he could make to the monster’s insult was to resign his commission in the Air Corps in April 1941.
At the end of that year, however, believing that Japan had voluntarily attacked the United States at Pearl Harbor and begun a war that was worth fighting, Colonel Lindbergh returned to the Air Corps and, in addition to serving as expert consultant, he was on active duty throughout the war and often under fire.
 Certain articles from Spearhead magazine may still be read online.
 An alert citizenry, worthy of freedom, would have risen in anger at the outrageous acts of its lawless government, but the Americans were then in a delirious fit of righteousness, such as often afflicts addicts of Christian fiction, and were glad to surrender their liberty in return for the pleasure of pleasing Jesus and their enemies by embarking on a bloody and insane “war to end wars” and to infect the whole world with the dire political disease from which they were then suffering and which they called “democracy.”
 She was herself an author of distinction and one of her books, The Wave of the Future (1940), was ably written to support her husband’s efforts to keep the United States from participating in the Suicide of the West. One hopes that the liepapers are responsible for the scandalous statement attributed to her in her old age, that she condemned her dead husband for not sufficiently loving God’s Chosen Predators.
 This diary was finally published in 1970: The Wartime Journals of Charles A. Lindbergh (New York, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich), a volume of some 1058 pages plus numerous plates. Everyone who wishes to understand the world in which we are condemned to live should have a copy of this book. You must not suppose, however, that Colonel Lindbergh had access to secret information or was a man of praeternatural sagacity. He was, for example, taken in by the Jews’ clever trick in November 1938, the so-called Kristallnacht, and when part of the American fleet was destroyed at Pearl Harbor, he did not guess that Roosevelt had planned and contrived the disaster, although he did perceive that the success of the attack proved that something was fatally wrong.
 One rather subtle device was to spread among officers of the regular (“old line”) services, more or less inclined to jealousy of the Air Corps, canards about his arrogant violation of military protocol, which did deceive some who had never met the Colonel.
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Source: Liberty Bell magazine, March 1994; transcribed by Racial Idealism