She knew that her trailer had been wired for sound. (“For your protection as much as for our information,” Lainie had assured her in an oily voice.) She did not know if they had wired it with mini-cameras of any kind for video, and she did not know whether they had complied with her insistence that they not bug her bathroom. She piled a load of dirty clothes into a plastic laundry basket, put her handbag on top, then left the trailer and walked about 50 yards down the street to the trailer park’s self-serve laundromat, which was open twenty-four hours a day to those residents who had keys. It was now almost two in the morning, and the cinderblock building was deserted. There was a security camera in the laundromat, but Kicky had no idea if it was part of the police surveillance on her, or whether it even worked. There was a small alcove behind the row of dryers with a small table and a fluorescent light overhead. Kicky put her load of clothes into the washer and turned on the machine. Then she went to this alcove, sat on the table, and opened the envelope the wino had given her. She knew that if she were caught reading the forbidden material without turning it in to her handlers, her daughter was gone and she herself was off to prison, possibly to Death Row if the police decided to play it by the book and charge her with possession of terrorist literature. But already, Kicky was getting deeply fed up, and she was beginning to rebel. Anything she could withhold from her captors and handlers was a small personal victory.
Inside the envelope she found a blue plastic-bound document of about sixty single-sided photocopied pages, and as she opened it a single folded sheet of paper fell out. She picked it up and studied it. There were ten short paragraphs on the page. Kicky tried to wrap her mind around the fact that the mightiest empire the world had ever known would use all of its power and resources to put her to death if they knew she had this sheet of paper in her hand, and if they knew she had read these ten paragraphs.
NORTHWEST VOLUNTEER ARMY
GENERAL ORDERS
General Order Number One: The Army Council of the Northwest Volunteer Army is hereby constituted as the governing body of the Northwest American Republic. The Army Council declares a state of martial law, which shall continue until such time as the sovereignty and independence of the Republic is established, and authority can be transferred to the government thereof, and a State President pro tem and National Convention can be securely established under the provisions of the draft constitutional document published in the Second Edition of the Party Handbook dated January 2007.
General Order Number Two: All officers and other ranks of the Northwest Volunteer Army, and all persons acting under the orders of the NVA, or acting in any way in assistance to or in furtherance of the strategic and tactical objectives of the NVA, or of the provisional government of the Northwest American Republic, are herewith fully and permanently immunized from any and all legal prosecution or procedure for any and all actions undertaken in good faith toward the establishment of the Northwest American Republic as a sovereign nation.
General Order Number Three: No officer or other rank of the Northwest Volunteer Army shall voluntarily surrender himself or any other personnel, weapons, or equipment under his command to the forces of the Occupation while he or she still has the means and capability to resist and to continue operations.
General Order Number Four: No Jew or other non-white person, no homosexual, and no white person engaged in interracial sexual activity shall reside within the boundaries of the Northwest American Republic, or within any area of NVA operations. NVA field commanders shall deal with violators of this General Order at their discretion.
General Order Number Five: No officer or other rank of the Northwest Volunteer Army shall expropriate, confiscate, or seize any money, goods, materials, supplies, weapons, ammunition, vehicles, or other items of value, except that such goods or materials shall either be immediately paid for in cash or through presentation of an official receipt, such receipts where possible estimating the value of the goods taken, which receipts shall be honored for payment at a later date by the authorities of the Northwest American Republic.
General Order Number Six: No officer or other rank of the Northwest Volunteer Army shall expropriate, confiscate, or seize any money, goods, materials, etc. for his or her own personal use or profit.
General Order Number Seven: The provisional government of the Northwest American Republic demands the complete and unambiguous loyalty and cooperation of all white residents of the NAR, and of all areas of operation of the NVA, and will accept nothing less. Any and all collaboration, cooperation, informing, public incitement against the Republic or its armed forces, or giving of aid and comfort to the Occupation authorities is prohibited, and will be dealt with by NVA field commanders at their discretion.
General Order Number Eight: All NVA field commanders and personnel will exercise every reasonable precaution to preserve the lives, liberty, and freedom of action of all NVA officers and Volunteers, including their own. They will use every possible procedure and stratagem to maintain their commands intact, keep them in the field, and keep them fighting, consistent with the achievement of the Army’s military objectives.
General Order Number Nine: No officer or other rank of the Northwest Volunteer Army shall conduct any negotiations, correspondence, or other contact with the Occupation authorities, civil or military, with a view toward ending hostilities, laying down arms, or surrendering any NVA command without the approval and participation of the Army Council.
General Order Number Ten: For the duration of hostilities and until this General Order is rescinded by authority of the Army Council, no officer or other rank of the Northwest Volunteer Army shall consume any alcoholic beverage or consciousness-altering drug, with the exception of medical pharmaceuticals administered on the order of a doctor or medical officer, or in a medical emergency situation.
Well, that’s one way to keep me off the damned crack pipe, thought Kicky. Oddly enough in view of her family history of drunkenness, Kicky had never experienced any real problem with booze, possibly because she dreaded turning out like May, and so the no-alcohol part of General Order Number Ten didn’t bother her at all. She read the General Orders again, and again, and then again a fourth time. Kicky had always been a quick study in school any time she knew that she would be tested on something, or on those rare occasions when she was actually interested in something that was being taught. She closed her eyes and went over the ten General Orders in her mind. She was sure she had them right, and she then read them through a fifth time just to confirm she had them down pat. She did. She tore the paper up into the tiniest pieces she could, went into the small bathroom, and flushed them down the toilet. Then she went back and picked up the Party Handbook. There was no table of contents or title page, and the text simply started at Chapter One: Race. She read:
Race is the North American issue. It always has been, ever since one of Columbus’ sailors shot the first Indian with a crude matchlock musket back in 1492. Every problem that America faces today, every crisis of the economy or of the spirit, is in some form or another eventually traceable back to the problem of race.
Every civilization, every culture, every major historical achievement of mankind is the product of the racial personality of those who created that civilization. Destroy a race and not only living beings are destroyed, but an immense hole is ripped in the entire fabric of this planet’s existence. Destroy the most intelligent and creative and dynamic race of all mankind, the Aryan, and damage has been inflicted on the human species that can never be recovered or repaired.
The racial issue can be boiled down to one very simple question: Who does the world belong to? More immediately, who does the continent of North America belong to? Does it belong to the Aryan peoples of Europe who settled this land after braving a perilous ocean voyage to reach it, tilled its soil and grew crops, built homes and communities here, created its legal and social and political institutions, created everything we recognize today as America? Or does it belong to the various black
and brown races of the Third World, who have contributed nothing except sporadic physical labor? Whose sole claim to the land is the mere fact that they happen to be here, and who have caused immense damage through their anti-social behavior?
The idea that we are supposed to share this land in some kind of grotesque, squalid multi-racial Babylon is simply stupid. The mud races have done nothing to earn citizenship or rights of residence here that is in any way compensatory for the immense damage they have caused. The black man in particular has contributed very little to America except physical labor. His contribution is on a level with that of the horse—valuable in a limited way, but like the horse, the black man is now obsolete and has been since the development of agricultural machinery and the internal combustion engine. There is no moral or economic or social justification for keeping the black man around any longer, and many pressing reasons for his removal. The same goes for the masses of Third World immigrants. They are contributing nothing at all that we really need, except cheap labor for multinational corporations, which keeps white wages low.
History demonstrates quite clearly that multi-racial empires do not prosper, and in the long run do not survive. Every society that has ever attempted the multi-racial or even multi-ethnic experiment has failed miserably, from ancient Rome down through the Hapsburg monarchy of Austria-Hungary, to the Soviet Union and Yugoslavia of the last century. America will not survive the curse of multi-racialism any more than those other societies did. There is no magical law of the universe exempting North America from the basic principles of human biopolitics. One of those basic principles is that racial purity strengthens a society; whereas diversity weakens and eventually destroys it. Look at the few remaining stable and prosperous countries that exist today: Japan, Switzerland, Singapore, Taiwan, and Korea. All of them are racially homogenous, not “diverse.”
No nation is born diverse. Diversity is indeed the antithesis of nationhood. Nations arise in large part from their very racial, religious, and cultural unity and uniqueness. Diversity is an unnatural as well as an unhealthy condition that can only afflict states in national decline. The multicultural, and especially the multiracial state, carries in its makeup the seeds of certain national destruction. All multicultural nations must by definition be in a state of political, moral, economic and social decay. Greed and corruption invariably characterize the government of the multiracial state, coupled with oppressive measures directed against its citizens to keep them in harness with unnatural partners. Lies and deceit are the stock in trade of multicultural media, politicians and educational institutions. Democracy, a flawed system to begin with, is perverted into an instrument of disastrous cultural and biological leveling. From democracy steps forth the cruelest of tyrants.
In modern times diversity is instituted from the top down as an élitist ruling-class tool used to play one or more racial or ethnic groups against one another. The ensuing cultural melée serves the political designs, economic goals and power needs of the élitist rulers and their sponsors while destroying everything worthwhile in the affected society. In the twenty-first century, multiculturalism is being used as a hammer to forge an artificially created, unintelligent, compliant brown-skinned people who will compose the obedient state of the New World Order. As a weapon of post-modern political warfare, multiculturalism has few equals, which explains its use currently against all of Western Europe, the United States, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand. Deliberate fragmentation of these nations into racially diverse, politically disharmonious elements and special interest groups, and the resultant loss of national identity and purpose, are requirements of the New World Order.
Who will compose that New World Order? An Anglo-Zionist ruling class, extensively Jewish and discreetly homosexual, consisting of an economic hierarchy of wealth and conformity that replaces the natural hierarchy of talent, courage, and virtue. A force that views countries and the people who live in them first as economic targets to be exploited, and second as military targets to be destroyed and gutted of assets if they resist.
The mere fact that the black and brown races happen to be in North America, through whatever accident of history or violation of immigration law that came about, does not give them the right to a free ride on the white man’s back for their entire lives. Yet this is, essentially, the demand of the multicultural idea, that people with dark skins be given goods, services, benefits, and advantages that they have not only done nothing to earn, but that they do not know how to use properly and will only destroy and contaminate. The leveling in a multicultural, diverse society is never upward, always downward. Racial integration is like mixing horse manure and ice cream: it does improve the manure somewhat, but it doesn’t do much for the ice cream.
We have been taught by our lords and masters to view “racism” as evil and wrong. It is not. Racism is in fact the purest expression of patriotism. We live today in a world where old ideas of geopolitics are being replaced by biopolitics. Racism is right because racism is the will of Nature. Racists are doing the work of Nature. They are aiding Nature by helping to protect the most important of Nature’s creations: the different races that Nature has evolved over many millennia. Racism is Nature’s way of trying to protect her own creations. Thus racism aids and encourages further evolution—that is, it aids the development of the separate races that exist. The truth about so-called antiracism is that it is unnatural, unhealthy and dangerous. Antiracism actively encourages the destruction of Nature. It is retrogressive and anti-evolutionary. The society that is based upon such stupid ideas is an unnatural, unhealthy society doomed sooner or later to be destroyed, because such a society will destroy Nature itself. We human beings are Nature made manifest, and we are subject to its laws just as much as are other forms of life. If we forget this truth and continue with our race-mixing, we shall perish.
My God! thought Kicky in wonder, trying to understand and assimilate the wild heresy before her, which contradicted everything she had ever been taught in her life. These NVA people actually expect me to THINK! It was a strange sensation. For the first time in her adult life, someone was trying to reach her, to teach her something they thought she needed to know for her own good instead of something that would serve the interest of the rich people and empowered minorities. For the very first time in her adult life, someone was acknowledging that race even existed, telling her it was all right to think and feel in terms of race. The very idea that anyone seriously expected her to sit down and think about something instead of buy something, stunned her. Suddenly a thought arose in her mind unbidden. These are the only people I’ve ever met who don’t want to fuck me, in one way or another.
She liked it.
IX
Driving For The Boys
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear,
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practis’d wise directions . . .
Henry the Fourth, Part Two—Act V, Scene 2
The seemingly senseless taxi runs for the NVA continued. On two occasions Kicky carried packages, one a taped-up cardboard box that had once held a case of Heineken long-necks, and the other a small suitcase, both of which she placed in the trunk of her cab on orders from the unknown man who met her. She took the suitcase to the bus station, where another man a little older than herself, casually dressed, came up to her, held out his hand for the keys, opened the trunk, removed the suitcase, and handed her back the keys wrapped in a $100 bill. “You have something else for me, comrade?” he asked her.
Kicky didn’t dare leave the Handbook lying around in her trailer, and she had been carrying it in her shoulder bag, awaiting a request to return it. She pulled it out and handed it to him without a word, still in the original envelope. He silently took it and disappeared into the station. She had hoped that no one listening to her on the other end would pick up on the casual remark, but she underestimated Lainie Martinez’s acuity. She was picked up at the end of her shift by an unmarked detectiv
e car and taken in to the Justice Center, taken to an interrogation room, and seated behind a metal table bolted to the floor. Martinez came in with a digital recorder, and without a word she walked over and swiftly handcuffed one of Kicky’s wrists to a u-bolt set into the table just below the edge. Ignoring her protests, Lainie sat down, took out a small digital recorder, and played back the brief conversation outside the bus station. “What was that about, Kicky?” she demanded coldly.
“I gave him back the Party Handbook they gave me,” replied Kicky, looking her in the eye. “They gave me the General Orders too, and I tore them up and flushed them. You people have enough on me already. I’m not giving you an excuse to frame me even more than you have already by letting you catch me with illegal documents on me.”
“I see,” said Lainie. “I’m saddened that you somehow still seem to feel that you are in control of this situation Kristin, but not surprised.” She got up, walked to the door, and gestured. Two people entered wearing unmarked blue serge coveralls; one a large man with varnish-colored skin who seemed to be some kind of Polynesian and the second a thin, middle-aged white woman. The man was carrying a metal suitcase and the woman a black bag like a doctor’s kit. “Kristin, these are special technicians who work for us. They explain things. Right now, they’re going to explain to you, in terms that you cannot fail to understand, what happens to white crack whores who try to play games with the Portland Police Bureau. Are you familiar with what is known as the Dershowitz Protocols?” She looked at the two blank-faced creatures in coveralls. “Don’t leave any visible marks,” she said, and then she left the room.
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