Coming Soon to a Nearly-Bankrupt Theatre Near You: The Order

by Douglas Mercer

THE NATIONAL ALLIANCE HAS a hardline policy — no violence and no promotion of violence — and it makes sense. The organization has its eyes on eternity, and in terms of enemies the flotsam and jetsam they deal with today are cosmic afterthoughts. So it’s best to keep the head down, treat them as beneath contempt, and keep the powder dry.

Bob Mathews took another route, not the hard and long and patient one extolled by William Pierce, but the one of sudden and apocalyptic fury. One can surely see him as misguided, but on a more human level one can also see that his tale is one of courage and devotion — and his saga is spellbinding.

Just switch the perspective and one can see a movie being made about him showing him to be a hero fighting the System; his fiery death almost like a Viking funeral, with him getting off a thousand rounds at a baleful law enforcement as flames engulfed him. It would be a salutary saga. But so long as Hollywood remains in the clutches of the Jews, no such film will ever be made. Instead they trot out mediocrity, Jude Law to star in what they call a crime thriller and distort everything out of proportion — and most importantly mix up the good guys and the bad guys.

The true-crime drama The Order (2024) tells the story of Bob Mathews (played by Nicholas Hoult), a charismatic white nationalist leader, hell-bent on inciting a race war. Jude Law costars as Terry Husk, a fictional FBI agent who connects the dots between a string of daring robberies and Mathew’s domestic terrorist cell. After teaming up with a local deputy named Jamie (played by Tye Sheridan) and his former FBI partner Joanne (played by Jurnee Smollett), Husk rushes to reveal and dismantle the terrifying Neo-Nazi plot before the group incites a violent revolution.

This is a storyline right out of their perverted wheelhouse. They will marvel at how these events of some forty years ago “foreshadow” the news of today — you know, January 6, MAGA extremists, and Trump. It’s hard to know if anyone really believes this rot, but so panic-stricken are they, they probably do — that someone like the little lamb Donald Trump, or some guys who have “Don’t Tread on Me” stickers on their trucks, could ever hold a candle to Adolf Hitler is risible. Or even Bob Mathews for that matter — whatever else the man was doing, he was not puttering around at the margins; no, he was doing that most noble of things (if in the wrong way): giving his life for the cause.

I am doing it so it is only logical to assume that my days on this planet are rapidly drawing to a close. Even so, I have no fear. For the reality of my life is death, and the worst the enemy can do to me is shorten my tour of duty in this world. I will leave knowing that I have made the ultimate sacrifice to ensure the future of my children.

Nobly said, indeed. But the movie will portray him as an unhinged fanatic and lunatic and as a threat to all that is decent and holy. And of course, even a look at the trailer, or reading the few ill-written reviews, shows you that they have (as always) their eyes set on their other bogeyman, the monster and the big bad wolf of their haunted imaginations: William Pierce. His book The Turner Diaries is pointedly shown in the trailer and you have a plethora of paragraphs like this:

The Order, while scrupulously true to the events of 1983 and 1984, presents itself as a cautionary allegory of what’s happening today: the entwined rise of MAGA and Christian nationalism and the racist dog whistles (and, at times, racist sirens) of Donald Trump’s campaign to take over America. The movie goes into detail about The Turner Diaries, the 1978 novel by neo-Nazi William Luther Pierce that became the bible of this movement — it was at once a children’s fable, a handbook of terrorism (with six stages of instruction on how to revolt against the US government), and a piece of hate mythology.

The film debuted at the Venice International Film Festival with a 7-minute standing ovation. The film takes inspiration from the 1989 non-fiction book The Silent Brotherhood by Kevin Flynn and Gary Gerhardt, which tells the story of Mathews’ real-life terrorist group and how they were inspired by The Turner Diaries, a 1978 novel by white supremacist William Luther Pierce. And though that book was a work of fiction, Mathews and other white supremacist leaders have attempted to utilize the book as a guidebook to overthrowing the government and gain control of America in the name of their hateful movement. Matthews wants an armed uprising now, and the insurrectionary band of ruffians he leads, [is] called the Order (he named them after the white-supremacist revolutionaries in The Turner Diaries).

It’s safe to say that these mental pygmies are not fit to walk the same earth as William Luther Pierce, let alone slander his name as something evil, or call him a purveyor of fairy tales. But films like this will come and go; they will “morally” titillate the ignorant, and cause the easily-misled to cower in fear. But as time marches on this celluloid schlock will make its way to the pulp bin of history; for William Pierce is a towering figure who had his eyes on eternity — and they have theirs on cheap and tawdry propaganda; and William Pierce and the organization that he built and fought for, and which continues to prosper and thrive, will be basking in the light of victory when they and their lies are heard from no more.

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