Lest we forget - Robert Jay Matthews

[Francis]

Lest we forget - Robert Jay Matthews
January 16, 1953 – December 8, 1984

What he said:

A Call To Arms:
A Speech by Bob Mathews

This speech was delivered before the General Conference of the National Alliance in Arlington, Virginia on Sunday, September 4, 1983. A little over a year later, December 8, 1984, Robert Jay Mathews was burned to death by a secret police task force on Whidbey Island, Washington.

My brothers, my sisters. From the mist shrouded forest valleys and mountains of the Pacific Northwest, I bring you a message of solidarity, a call to action and a DEMAND for adherence to duty as members of the vanguard of an Aryan resurgence and ultimately total Aryan victory.

The signs of awakening are sprouting up across the Northwest and no more so than amongst the two-fisted farmers and ranchers – a class of our people who have been hit especially hard by the filthy lying Jews and their parasitical usury system. From the beginning of this Nation to the present, the yeoman farmer has been a symbol of the Aryan work ethic and living monument to masculinity.

Whenever I think of the First American Revolution, I often remember that stirring poem about Concord and Lexington:
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.

Unfortunately, comrades, that poem glorifies a fratricidal conflict. How I dream of a new poem, a poem for today:
Out of the valleys, out of the fields, poured the Aryan yeoman hoard,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Thence the Aryan farmer came,
And removed the Jew forever, forever from this world.

[Audience applause]

Let us not forget, however, that the Levantine vermin are well aware of the dangers that an aroused and angered yeomanry represent to them. The tillers of the soil have always been something of a mystery to the Jews. Cities corrupt. Cities corrupt while the soil, the valley, the field, the farm – they revitalize and replenish a weakened and drained mind and body. How the weasely little city dwelling Jew fears and suspicions the Aryan farmer. What a contrast! What a contrast in mind and body between the two!

I think that deep within the breast of our Aryan yeomanry lies a long-dormant seed. The seed of a racial awakening. The seed of resurgence, the seed of anger, and the seed of the will to act. We MUST radicalize the American yeomanry. We must bring as many of them as possible into our vanguard for victory.

The task is not going to be easy. TV satellite dishes are springing up like poisonous mushrooms across the domain of the tillers of the soil. The electronic Jew is slithering into the living rooms of even the most remote farms and ranches. The race-destroying domes are everywhere. Allied with the Jews in their attempt to neutralize the Aryan farmer is the ever present local rural pastor or minister. My personal experience has shown that usually the only organized opposition we will encounter when organizing in a farming or ranching community is from some local pastor.

However, the stranglehold that the churches have upon rural America is fast eroding. That stranglehold is fast eroding because the average American farmer and rancher is in extreme financial difficulty. When a man is on the verge of losing his second generation farm, his livelihood, in essence, his whole life, due mostly to the Jew usury system, he finds little solace in theological baggage from the Levin.

I’m particularly encouraged by the success of Texas Klan leader Louis Beam has had in organizing amongst the farmers and independent truckers. He’s shown us the way, now we must do it for the Alliance. The potential is there.

Working out of a base in northern Idaho, he created an organization called NOFIT, National Organization of Farmers and Independent Truckers. Their slogan is, “Don’t throw a fit – throw a bureaucrat.” [Laughter] Beam working with actual farmers and truckers from the northwest has managed within a few months to reach out and radicalize thousands of these kinsmen.

I was talking to a young lady recently who works as a waitress in a large truck stop at Rock Springs, Wyoming. Every time NOFIT puts out a new newsletter they send her 500 copies. She said they are all gone within a few days with many of the truckers either joining on the spot or subscribing to the newsletter.

The regime in Washington, D.C. is extremely worried about the further radicalization of the American farmer. Fortunately, instead of implementing a program that will genuinely help the farmer, they’re responding with massive shows of force and repression. So much the better.

Sixty miles south of Spokane, Washington, along the Idaho border is a farming area we refer to as the Palouse. It’s one of the richest farming areas in the world. In many places the Palouse has topsoil that is an incredible 18 feet deep. Along with wonderful soil the Palouse has a very favorable growing climate. Even so, comrades, many farmers in the Palouse are being foreclosed upon. I have met and talked with one of these unfortunate farmers, a kinsman by the name of Ray Smith. Mr. Smith is a large-framed, ruddy-faced man who likes to refer to himself as “a Snake River cowboy and damn proud of it!”

His father farmed the land he lives upon and Mr. Smith was recently planning to retire and let his son take over the farm. Mr. Smith’s dreams have been shattered and he’s on the verge of losing his two-thousand-plus acres, his home, and his son’s future livelihood.

Mr. Smith, to his credit, took a long good look at his problem and how he arrived at so sorry a state. Now take heart, kinsmen, for what did Mr. Smith say when he came to the root cause of his problem? Mr. Smith said, “JEW! JEW! JEW!” Not only did Mr. Smith say “JEW!” he yelled “JEW!” His neighbors started yelling “JEW!”

And how did the system react? By sending a plane, a helicopter, a bulldozer, SWAT teams from all over the state of Washington, and sixty very heavily armed deputies to the foreclosure on Mr. Smith’s farm.

Needless to say, Mr. Smith is now a member of NOFIT and so are his neighbors. Mr. Smith also travels all over the states of Washington, Oregon, and Idaho speaking out about the Jews and handing out copies of the Protocols of Zion. We need this man in the Alliance.

Radicalization of the American farm movement is also taking place in the Dakotas and Colorado. Last week I talked at length to a Colorado based racialist/activist who had extensive personal experience dealing with the Colorado farmers. Several years ago this gentleman distributed huge amounts of WRAs and other literature to farmers and ranchers around Fort Collins, Colorado. His efforts bore fruit, for soon after his initial literature distribution he witnessed the birth of the anti-Jewish, pro-White Farmer’s Liberation Army. The Feds are extremely panicked about this outfit. The same gentleman also gave me copies of the Primrose and Cattlemen's Gazette, published in Fort Lupton, Colorado. This is an EXCELLENT little rural newspaper with a considerable circulation which is geared toward the needs and interest of the farmer and rancher.

What’s interesting about this newspaper, in this issue is an excellent little article on the Protocols of Zion. In this issue here, is a full page advertisement for a very anti-Jewish, pro-White racialist organization. The Jews are coming down hard on this brave little newspaper like chickens on a june bug and it appears that it might eventually fold-up but the seeds have been sown.

So, comrades, I have briefly informed you of the potential for our movement which lies within the farming communities across this nation. We must – it is our duty to – take advantage of the ever increasing radicalization of the American farmer. The fate of every last white man, woman, and child on this planet lies squarely on the shoulders of us here in this room today.

Out of all of the White racialist organizations in this Nation, the Alliance and only the Alliance has the potential to bring us to victory. Through the Alliance lies the salvation for our entire race – we can not fail. Therefore, let us not only preach, let us live racial economics. In Metaline Falls we are not only eating, breathing, and sleeping; we are growing together as one mind and one body.

We have broken the chains of Jewish thought. In Metaline Falls, we know not the meaning of the word “mine,” it is “ours,” -- our race, the totality of our people. Ten hearts, one beat. One hundred hearts, one beat. Ten thousand hearts, one beat. We are born to fight and to die and to continue the flow – the flow of our people. Onward we will go, onward to the stars high above the mud, the mud of yellow, black, and brown.

So kinsmen, duty calls. The future is now. If a month from now, you have not yet fully committed yourself to the Alliance and the responsibilities thereof, then you have, in effect, not only betrayed your race, you have betrayed yourself. So stand up like men! and drive the enemy into the sea. Stand up like men! and swear a sacred oath upon the green graze of our sires that you will reclaim what our forefathers discovered, explored, conquered, settled, built, and died for. Stand up like men! and reclaim our soil.

Kinsmen arise! Look toward the stars and proclaim our destiny.

In Metaline Falls we have a saying, “Defeat never. Victory forever!”

Thank you.

[Audience applause]

From a letter to the local press:

I left Arizona and the Tax Rebellion when I was twenty. I left not out of fear of the IRS or because of submission to their tyranny, but because I was thoroughly disgusted with the American people. I maintained then as I do now, that our people have devolved into some of the most cowardly, sheepish, degenerates that have ever littered the face of this planet.

I had hoped to start a new life in the state of Washington, but the ruling powers had other plans for me. When I learned of their highly illegal attempt to have me fired, I wrote s letter to their Seattle office and told them "I would take no more, to leave me alone, or I would respond in such a way that could be very painful to certain agents,(After the letter they gradually started to let me be.)

I soon settled down to marriage, clearing my land, and reading. Reading became an obsession with me. I consumed volume upon volume on subjects dealing with history, politics and economics. I was especially taken with Spengler's "Decline if the West" and "Which Way Western Man?". I also subscribed to numerous periodicals on current American problems, especially those concerned with the ever increasing decline of White America. My knowledge of ancient European history started to awaken a wrongfully suppressed emotion buried deep within my soul, that of racial pride and consciousness.

The stronger my love for my people grew, the deeper became my hatred for those who would destroy my race, my heritage, and darken the future of my children.

By the time my son had arrived, I realized that White America, indeed my entire race, was headed for oblivion unless White men rose and turned the tide. The more I came to love my son the more I realized that unless things changed radically, by the time he was my age, he would be a stranger in his own land, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Aryan in a country populated mainly by Mexicans, mulattoes, blacks and Asians. His future was growing darker by the day.

I came to learn that this was not by accident, that there is a small, cohesive alien group within this nation working day and night to make this happen. I learned that these culture distorters have an iron grip on both major political parties, on Congress, on the media, on the publishing houses, and on most of the major Christian denominations in this nation, even though these aliens subscribe to a religion which is diametrically opposed to Christianity.

These are the same people who Ex-Senator William J. Fulbright and the late General Brown tried to warn us about. Henry Ford and Charles Lindberg tried vainly to warn us also. Had we been more vigilant, my son's future would not be so dark and dismal.

Thus I have no choice. I must stand up like a White man and do battle.

What they said about him:

A Tribute to Robert Mathews
by Kevin Alfred Strom

Another man I want to honor gave his life for his people, yet few of us today even know his name. He was a man who, in 1983, began something that some have said was premature, and others have said was too late. What he began, or attempted to begin, in 1983 was the Second American Revolution. His name was Robert Mathews. In 1983 he formed a group he called the Silent Brotherhood and began an abortive armed guerrilla battle against the enemies of our race. On December 8, 1984, Robert Mathews was burned alive by an FBI task force on Whidbey Island, Washington.

Since his plan to retake America with a small group of armed revolutionaries was not successful, it is easy for us to say that the time was not right, or that tactical errors were made. But was he too early? I don't think so. America needed a second American Revolution a long time ago. The American people should have sent the alien subversives and traitors packing before I was born, surely by 1950 when the treason of the Franklin Roosevelt regime had been made manifest by McCarthy and by many others. Was Robert Mathews too late? I shudder at that possibility, and we must not let such thoughts deter us from our duty. My opinion is that our people were not ready, and our duty must be to make them ready in body, soul, and mind for the Herculean task of national renewal which lies before us. Robert Mathews and his comrades in arms who now suffer as political prisoners will never be forgotten, and to honor them I ask every reader to rededicate yourself to the struggle for our racial and cultural survival.

If you are interested in learning more about Robert Mathews, I urge you to get a copy of his speech, entitled A Call to Arms. It is an impassioned address given in 1983, shortly before he embarked on his revolutionary attempt to free America from her oppressors. The author of A Call to Arms, and his fellow patriots, will one day be regarded as the equivalent of the embattled farmers who braved the guns of the British Empire to regain their freedom in the first American Revolution. Those farmers fired "the shots heard round the world."

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Randy Duey

On December 6, 1984, at about 11:30 p.m. I saw Bob Mathews for the last time. We had been the objects of hot federal pursuit for months and it was getting steadily hotter. Bob's cell, in the Portland area, had been hit and scattered, when a snitch led the FBI to a meeting with Bob. Bob was wounded in the hand in a gun fight with them, but managed to escape. Contact was made with my cell, which was temporarily on Whidbey Island at the time. We helped Bob's cell get on their feet again. By December 6 all of them had left to reestablish themselves elsewhere. Only Bob was left. In a day or two we would all have been gone from Whidbey Island. The signs were all around us that the enemy was getting close. There was a growing feeling that we were becoming cornered. Along with the gloomy weather of Whidbey Island in November and December these things were weighing heavily on our spirits. After spending most of the evening discussing various things and making plans, I got up and put my coat on to go to my house. Bob turned to me and said, "You know, Randy, I think if they come to get me, I'm just gonna shoot it out with 'em." I agreed with him that it was the thing to do, said good night and drove home. The next morning at daybreak the FBI hit all three houses on the island. I ran out my back door into a platoon of them. I had my chance to shoot it out with them. But, I put my gun down. On the other side of the island Bob didn't put his guns down. Bob never willingly put his guns down. On December 8 they burned the house down on top of him. That's what stands out in my mind about Bob -- he was the real thing. He went all the way.

Dr. William Pierce on Robert J. Mathews

When most people think about the consequences of Bob's decision, they think only about the negative things, about the facts that he was killed, and that a dozen good people were sent to prison. Some of our less radical brethren bemoan the fact that Bob, by using violence against the enemy, provoked repressive measures, which made their work more difficult. Bob succeeded in killing only one jew, they add, and that jew, an especially abrasive and obnoxious radio talk show host named Alan Berg who was machine gunned in Denver in 1984, would better have been left alive so that he could continue stirring up anti-jewish feeling among his listeners. Furthermore, the violence gave the patriotic movement a black eye, they complain, and it scared many potential supporters, who want nothing to do with violence and illegality.

"There is, of course, some truth in the complaints. Many timid people were scared away from the patriotic movement by Bob's activity and the enormous publicity it generated in the controlled media. Perhaps these people's financial support would have been helpful, perhaps it would have been better not to put the enemy on guard by attacking prematurely. There is, however, a value in what Bob did which goes far beyond such petty consequences. In every revolution, in every great movement for human renewal, symbols are every bit as important as guns, and money, and manpower.

"Bob gave us a very important symbol. In the day to day work of writing and publishing and advertising and recruiting and organizing, we tend to forget the reality of our situation, we tend to believe that we are in some sort of political or ideological contest, where you deal with your opponents the way Democrats and Republicans deal with each other. We go about our work in a civilized way, and lead more or less normal lives. At the extreme, we occasionally swap insults in public with our enemies. They call us "haters" and we call them "un-American," or "anti White," or "sick." The fact is, however, that we are engaged in a fight for racial survival. It is a fight in which either our race or the Jews will be exterminated utterly, and it is a fight that we are losing.

"We've been losing it for the past 50 years, in every daily newspaper, in every radio or television news broadcast, we're hit in the face with the fact that we're losing, our noses are rubbed in it every day. We read the statistics about the flood of non-Whites coming across our borders, both legally and illegally, and at the same time we listen to the controlled media and the churches uttering shrill accusations of racism against anyone who dares to suggest that we already have too much wretched human refuse on our shores, while our government wrings it's hands and claims that it is powerless to stem even the illegal portion of the flood. We see growing hordes of this refuse on the streets of our cities. We know what it is doing to our schools and to the lives of our children. We see a rising tide of degeneracy, of crime, of racial mixing, of drug usage year after year. We see ourselves being dispossessed in our land, with our enemies gloating over each new victory in their growing campaign to disarm us and to silence us while the dispossession continues.

"Bob Mathews saw all of these things too, and then he stood up and said, I'm not going to take this anymore, it's not enough for us to say that we believe in a White America, we also must fight for it. It's time for us to begin killing the people who are killing our race. That set a few faint hearts to fluttering among those nominally on our side, who stress their obedience to the laws our enemies have imposed on us. It should have made them feel ashamed of themselves instead, because Bob was essentially right. He did what was morally right. He may have been a bit premature, and he may have made many tactical errors. But he reminded us that we are not engaged in a debate between gentlemen. Instead, we are engaged in the most desperate war we have ever fought, a war for the survival of our race. And that ultimately we cannot win it except by killing our enemies, and we cannot kill our enemies without taking a chance on being killed ourselves.

"We needed that reminder. Bob elevated the level of our struggle, he took us from name calling to blood letting. He cleared the air for us. In the long run, that will be helpful. In the long run, that's what Bob will be remembered for."

Ode to Bob Mathews by David Lane

It was the eighth day of December
In nineteen eighty-four.
A full moon witnessed to the deed
On the nation's western shore.

Bob Mathews made his final stand,
He vowed he'd run no more.
He loaded his gun and spit in the eye
Of the jews and their federal whore.

The blood of Leonidas,
Of Custer and Stonewall, too,
Ran strong in the veins of this White man,
To their memory he was true.

Two weeks before in Portland town,
They'd tried to lay a snare,
Thirty-five of the federal dogs,
Bob Mathews whipped them there.

So, they rounded up an army,
Of maggots and faggots and reds,
Race traitors and cowards and jackals,
And other kinds of feds.

The jews had given the orders,
Race traitors would obey,
By hundreds they came to murder
The greatest White man of his day.

They brought helicopter gunships,
And their army did deploy.
They thought they?d break the spirit
Of this fearless rebel boy.

But even as they poured their fire
Through barricaded doors,
His bullets whistled by the heads,
Of treasonous federal whores.

The gunships felt his bullets first
And quickly flew away.
For thirty-six hours, a day and a half,
He held the dogs at bay.

With tear gas next, they filled the house
Twice broke inside the doors,
But rapid fire soon drove out
The devil's federal whores.

They knew they'd met their match,
So they set the house on fire.
And soon the flames touched the sky,
A Viking funeral pyre.

White brother, how I miss you,
Who can take your place,
As leader of the army
That fights to save our race?

As you march through fair Valhalla,
Asgard's mighty hall,
Number one among the Vikings,
I can hear you call:

Arise, you Aryan Warriors,
I've shown you how to fight!
You owe it to my children
To battle for the right.

Hail The Order!

[Francis]

"The Order"

The Bruder Schweigen (Silent Brotherhood) or "The Order", as they are more commonly known, was a White Nationalist organization, founded by Robert Jay Matthews, in late September, 1983 at Mathews' farm near Metaline Falls, Washington.

The Order was founded to fight to establish an Autonomous White Homeland in the Northwest United States.

Throughout the early and middle 1980's The Order established a nationwide network of activists opposing the tyrannical and destructive policies of the Jewish Supremacist influenced government, and they engaged in a multi-faceted campaign to create the revolutionary structure required to gain White independence, and self-determination.

At the peak of their activities The Order claimed more than 50 revolutionary activists whose activities ranged from speaking engagements, literature distribution, recruitment, meetings and creating a logistical structure to support the more militant aspects of the organization, to the alleged liberation of funds from Jewish controlled banks, alleged counterfeiting and the alleged removal of anti-White persons from public life.

The United States government, under pressure from the Jewish supremacist lobbies, began a domestic campaign against The Order, which resulted in the imprisonment or death of most Order activists.

On December 8, 1984 over 500 agents of the FBI surrounded a small cabin south of Coupeville, Washington on Whidbey Island, then fired several M-79 Starburst flares inside the house, starting a fire and killing Mathews, who had refused to leave the property, and to surrender to his racial enemies.

Today the remaining members of The Order have served over 20 years incarceration. Many Order members have surpassed their release dates according to Federal Sentencing Guidelines but remain incarcerated in the worst prisons in the United States by a government, which continues to oppress and destroy its White population.

These men sacrificed their freedom, and in some cases their lives, in the struggle for a White homeland, and self-determination for all White men.

To show your thanks, or to offer support, during their extended, and illegal incarceration, you are invited to write to the members at the addresses below:

Randy Duey #09884-016
PO BOX 1000
OXFORD, WI 53952

Randy Evans #09882-016
USP VICTORVILLE
U.S. PENITENTIARY
P.O. BOX 5500
ADELANTO, CA 92301
Birthday December 2

Richard Kemp #09886-016
FCI SHERIDAN
FEDERAL CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTION
P.O. BOX 5000
SHERIDAN, OR 97378
Birthday December 9

David Lane #12873-057
USP FLORENCE HIGH
U.S. PENITENTIARY
5880 HWY 67 S
FLORENCE, CO 81226
Birthday November 2

Bruce C Pierce, 04181-085
USP Allenwood
PO Box 3000
White Deer, PA 17887

Richard Scutari #34840-080
USP Coleman 2
PO BOX 1034
Coleman FL
33521
Birthday April 30

David Tate – address withheld by request

Gary Yarbrough
#09883-016
U.S. Penitentiary
PO Box 12015
Terre Haute, IN 47801
Birthday October 19

[Mr. LeMay]

Robert Mathews was born in Marfa, Texas, 17 January 1955, the last of three boys born to Johnny and Una Mathews. His father, of Scottish descent, was mayor of the town and president of the Chamber of Commerce, and a businessman and leader in the local Methodist church. His mother was the town's den mother.

His family moved to Phoenix, Arizona when he was 5 years old. An average student in grade school, he was interested in history and politics. At age eleven, he joined the John Birch Society. While still in high school, he was baptized into the Mormon faith.

He became a staunch anti-communist and active in the Young Republicans.

He formed the Sons of Liberty, an anti-communist militia whose members were primarily Mormons and survivalists. At its peak, it had approximately 30 members. After filling out his employer's W-4 Form claiming 10 dependents (reportedly as an act of tax resistance), he was arrested, tried and placed on probation for six months.

After a falling out between the Mormon and non-Mormon members, the Sons of Liberty became moribund and Mathews withdrew from it. After probation ended in 1974, he decided to relocate to Metaline Falls, Washington. Matthews and his father purchased 60 wooded acres, which became their new home and a provided the family with a fresh start. Two years later, Matthews married Debbie McGarrity. He began to raise Scottish Galloway cattle. The couple adopted a son in 1981. Mathews later became a practising polygamist, and had a daughter with a woman named Zillah Craig.

Matthews began to read history and politics. One in particular, Which Way Western Man? by William Gayley Simpson, profoundly affected him. Matthews agreed with its claim of dangers facing the white race, and in 1982 he began an effort to attract white families to the Pacific Northwest, which he called the "White American Bastion." He visited Richard Butler's Aryan Nations a few times and he began to draw a circle of friends around him who held similar beliefs. In 1983 Matthews gave a short speech at a National Alliance convention, which was a report on his efforts around the White American Bastion and a call to action.

It received the only standing ovation of the convention.

In late September of that year, at a barracks he had constructed on his property in Metaline, Matthews founded (with eight other men) the group that would come to be known as The Order, which he called the Silent Brotherhood. They included his friend and neighbor, and a group from Aryan Nations: Dan Bauer, Randy Duey, Denver Parmeter, and Bruce Pierce; David Lane, Richie Kemp and Bill Soderquist (who later testified against the bruder), recent recruits, rounded out the group. None had ever committed a violent crime before or had done prison time.

The nine founding members of the group swore an oath that began:

"I, as a free Aryan man, hereby swear an unrelenting oath upon the green graves of our sires, upon the children in the wombs of our wives, upon the throne of God almighty, sacred is His name, to join together in holy union with those brothers in this circle and to declare forthright that from this moment on I have no fear of death, no fear of foe; that I have a sacred duty to do whatever is necessary to deliver our people from the Jew and bring total victory to the Aryan race..."

A motto on the Order's crest reads "Brüder schweigen". This means "Brothers remain silent" in German.

The first order of business, according to Mathews' plan, was to obtain funds for the white resistance movement, and they carried off their first robbery (of a porn shop in Spokane) which netted them $369.10. They agreed that it was not worth the risks they had taken and so turned their attention to robbing armored cars and counterfeiting. They printed up some phony $50 notes and 28 year old Pierce was quickly arrested after passing a few. In order to raise Pierce's bail, Matthews, acting alone, robbed a bank just north of Seattle. He stole almost $26,000. Some of The Order's members, along with a new recruit, Gary Yarborough, carried out more robberies and burglaries, which netted them over $43,000. A subsequent robbery yielded several hundred thousand dollars.

Another recruit, Tom Martinez, was caught and charged for passing more counterfeit currency.

Then in July, 1984, they finally used a dozen men to rob a Brinks' truck of $3,800,000. The robbers distributed some of the stolen money to various other organizations and people in need (some say that certain Farmers were given another opportunity at life). Mathews and the other members of the Order were eventually given up by Martinez, who had come under pressure after his counterfeiting arrest. After he revealed information regarding Mathews's activities to the FBI, Mathews and several others were eventually surrounded in a small cabin south of Coupeville, Washington on Whidbey Island by over 500 agents on December 8, 1984. (Various sources state numbers of law enforcement agents between 60 and 500.)

Mathews refused to come out after an intense exchange of gunfire.

The FBI then fired several M-79 Starburst flares inside the house,starting off a box of handgrenades,Causing an explosion and killing Mathews.

Eventually over 75 people in eight trials were convicted of crimes connected to The Order. Charges ranged from racketeering, conspiracy, counterfeiting, transporting stolen money and armored car robbery. Ten people connected to the case, including Butler, Lane and Pierce, were tried for sedition but were acquitted by the jury.


Robert J. Mathews and his comrades have contributed much to the realization of a Territorial Homeland for our people, and have sacrificed what they could for the 'existence of our people, and a future for White children' in whose name, they were willing to give their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred Honour.

NATIONAL MARTYRS DAY

National Martyrs Day has been, since 1984, the eighth day of December! Remember our Living and our Dead. December 8, 2006

NATIONAL MARTYRS DAY

[VoiceofReasonandPassion]

Even though this is a little late, the above tributes were very Inspirational...and very detailed; I hope that every year this subject recieves its just deserts...Lest We Forget...

Remember the 14Words, and the man who coined them...not a bad legacy from a group who was so vilified by their enemies, and whom the rest of Mr. Mathews' Comrades have spent almost 25 years behind bars for defending the right of our People to secure an existence, and provide a future for all our children! I wonder just what else we can learn from the rest...?

See you next year on this topic...

[Francis]

YouTube - Triumph of the Will

[VoiceofReasonandPassion]

Originally Posted by Francis

YouTube - Triumph of the Will

Oath

die Bruder Schweigen

I as a free ARYAN man, hereby swear an unrelenting Oath upon the green graves of our sires, upon the wombs of our wives, upon the throne of God Almighty, sacred be His name…to join together in Holy union with those brothers in this sacred circle and do declare forthright that from this moment on have no fear of Death, no fear of Foe, that I have sacred duty to do whatever is necessary to deliver our people from the jew and bring total Victory to he Aryan race.

I as an Aryan Warrior swear myself to complete secrecy to the Order and total loyalty to my Comrades.

Let me bear witness to 'you my brothers that should one of you fall in battle I will see to the welfare and well-being of your family.

Let me bear witness to you my brothers, that should one of you be taken prisoner, I will do whatever is necessary to regain your freedom.

And further more, let me bear witness to you my brothers, that if I break this Oath let me be forever cursed upon the lips of our People as a coward and an Oath breaker.

My brothers, "Let us be His BATTLE AX and weapons of war. Let us go forth by ones and by two's, by scores, by Legions, and as true Aryan men with pure hearts and strong minds face the enemies of our Faith and our Race with courage and determination.

We hereby invoke the Blood Covenant, and declare that we are in a full state of War and will not lay down our swords until we have driven the enemy into the sea and reclaimed the land which was promised to our fathers of old, and through our blood and His will becomes the land of our children to be.



AMEN.


(Penned by Robert J. Mathews – 1983)

[Bill IKA]

I like Bob Matthews and David Lane and them alot, they were brave men, but the time was not ripe for the tactics they chose, they were a full generation too soon.

[Wenck126]

"TV satellite dishes are springing up like poisonous mushrooms across the domain of the tillers of the soil. The electronic Jew is slithering into the living rooms of even the most remote farms and ranches. The race-destroying domes are everywhere."

There are few things I have read more prescient than this. In the very small town I reside in, with heavily rural surroundings, no black would have dared shown his face twenty years ago. Now many of the youth of this all White town listen to (c)rap, sag their pants, and wear those God awful ball caps. I would almost rather have died at the side of such a great man as Robert Matthews, than live to see things come to such a pass.

[Kriegerin]

This thread was a real eye opener.

[Wenck126]

Originally Posted by Bill IKA

I like Bob Matthews and David Lane and them alot, they were brave men, but the time was not ripe for the tactics they chose, they were a full generation too soon.

I respectfully submit that The Order was too little, too late.