An Experience with the VFW
by William White Williams
National Alliance Chairman
RECENTLY, I RAN INTO a fellow outside our Mountain City, Tennessee, post office. He had a De Oppresso Liber — Latin, roughly: To Free the Oppressed — motto license plate on the front of his truck that I was facing in my truck. I recognized that as the slogan for the Special Forces (SF) branch of the Army in which I’d served back in the 1960s in southeast Asia. Figuring the driver was a fellow former Green Beret, I got out of my truck, approached his window, told him I recognized the slogan, and asked him where he had served with SF. He said it was in Iraq. So, though we’d served in different conflicts in different eras, still it was nice to meet a fellow SF vet in my hometown. We chatted for a couple more minutes. He told me I should go to the local VFW (Veterans of Foreign Wars) hall that has a monthly meeting, where I could possibly meet four or five other local SF vets.
I took him up on his offer, and sure enough, among the other veterans were several more SF vets. They invited me to meet with another group that is exclusively for SF vets. I attended one of those small gatherings, and was pleased to at least find myself among a group of White alpha males that I could relate to, though, by now I am the “old man,” the only Vietnam veteran. That made my previous visit to the VFW hall worth my time, especially with the excellent buffet spread provided by the wives of the vets.
Skip forward a couple of months and I was free to attend another monthly VFW gathering and another buffet. There were 21 veterans of foreign wars in attendance; their wives met separately on the other side of the hall. I was not there to politicize their gathering, but to observe, and saw that every attendee was a White man. I had not officially joined the group, but had provided a copy of my DD214 — the single-page document that shows when and where a soldier served, his training, promotions, and dates of rank, awards, etc. they had asked for to prove I was a veteran of a foreign war. I figured that was the only requirement for a group calling itself the VFW.
After the meal and after the hat had been passed around the long table for donations, the first official business was to stand and salute the American flag — once to the one in the center of the hall, along with the women; then, after the wives were excused, again to another flag in the partitioned room with the vets. Out of respect for the attendees I stood, but neither saluted or put my hand over my heart, nor mouthed the familiar Pledge of Allegiance. Following the second ritual pledge the leader of the group led everyone in reciting the familiar Lord’s Prayer. I remained standing, but did not bow my head and close my eyes. Instead, I was looking around the room to see if anyone else had his eyes open and was not reciting the prayer. My eyes met another SF vet’s eyes which was encouraging. Everyone else had their eyes shut, heads bowed, reciting the prayer.
I think someone must have told the old fellow at the head of the table who officiated that I hadn’t saluted the flag at that earlier meeting I’d attended — or perhaps he was told that I headed National Alliance, and “Googled” us to find the WikiJews’ scary description — because as soon at the prayer was concluded and we had taken our seats, he announced: “I want to make clear that anyone here who does not salute our flag is not welcome.” Everyone except me had saluted the flag, so my hand shot up with, “I did not salute the flag.” Someone asked, “Why?”
I answered loud and clear, verbatim: “Because this country has turned to sh__ and that flag represents the country.”
The reader should be reminded that this VFW meeting was just two days after White House Resident Joe Biden, the Commander-in-Chief of the US military, had delivered his prime time, nationwide “Battle for the Soul of the Nation” speech (discussed on this week’s American Dissident Voices broadcast), declaring that any American who supported his expected opponent, former Republican President Trump, and didn’t support him and his whacky Democrats, is a “semi-fascist”: a euphemism for a dread “nazi.” Of course the blubbering Idiot-in-Chief Biden was including most of the veterans gathered in that VFW hall with those he labeled as such. We should wish that they all wake up, ditch the GOP, and become National Socialists and a genuine “threat to democracy,” as Biden has accused. I’m sure some, probably most, of the vets in the room were aware of Biden’s foolish slander.
I added only, “Am I not welcome here because I choose to no longer salute the flag?” I had much more I could have added, having served honorably as an infantry combatant, a young Green Beret captain in a foreign “war,” even had been MIA (Missing In Action) during one particularly nasty battle, but held my tongue. The doddering old fellow who appears to be in his 90s, probably a veteran of Korea, but possibly WWII, told me and the assembled, “No, you are not welcome,” adding his non sequitur, “I served 22 years for that flag.”
I wasn’t surprised. I didn’t say another word, simply got up from the table and walked out of the hall head held high. I was thinking to myself as I walked outside, “I just witnessed first hand why Dr. Pierce called typically authoritarian American Legion and VFW patriotards ‘yahoos,’” distinguishable from your regular American “lemming” herd animal because they style themselves patriots.
Joe Pryce, who worked on staff with me and Kevin Strom for Dr. Pierce in West Virginia 30 years ago, was the second smartest individual I’d ever worked with. (See “Rest in Peace, Joe Pryce” on National Vanguard.) Joe once told me of a French idiom, though I forget the phrase in French. He said it translated as “walking up the staircase backwards,” referring to thinking of something later that you wished you had said for effect earlier. We all do that, I suppose. Anyway, after I’d exited the VFW hall I wished I’d told the old fellow, “You’d obediently salute your Commander-in-Chief Joe Biden, who just called you a ‘semi-fascist,’ is deliberately replacing the White founding stock in the US with non-Whites, and driving the nation you ‘proudly served’ into even deeper sh__.” Now I’m glad I just left in a dignified manner without insulting the old, retired “lifer.”
I had owned my words, had said enough, and hopefully gave that gathering of younger White veterans of America’s far-flung, undeclared military adventures something to think about when ordered to salute the degraded American flag, now the symbol of democracy. They, save one SF vet, were unaware that I had also refused to mouth the Lord’s Prayer to the Jew’s vengeful tribal god Yahweh. I hope to see that one fellow at a future gathering that will be restricted to SF vets in our region. They will no doubt also pledge allegiance to the flag and say the Lord’s Prayer because that’s what is expected of them, but I hope they reserve their right to become more intelligent, independent-minded, and racially responsible.
Again, if given that opportunity, the “old man” will recite neither, on principle. If questioned why, I’ll be prepared to give a short block of instruction to the brave Green Berets on the difference between physical courage and moral courage.
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