Category: James Mason

Leaks

Paranoia is an insidious thing and must rank as one of the top two or three causes for the complete failure of racialist organization. Paranoia is most often thought of as seeing things which aren’t there (infiltrators, “Jews”, etc.), but it has one residual effect of not seeing things which really are there. We’ve all seen the instances of the racialist, “Right Wing” type who sees—and often goes on to create—an enemy in one or more Movement comrades, but who falls blindly into government traps.
A genuine leader type can, and will, override all human foibles and deficiencies and go on to wield an effective organization. In spite of surrendering to individual weaknesses, he will exploit strengths and talents. The trick is that he himself must be smarter or made of better stuff than those he is trying to manage. Hitler was one. Rockwell was another. Hitler originally titled his autobiographical master-work as a “Struggle Against Lies, Stupidity, and Cowardice”, thus almost surrendering to the temptation to lower oneself to the negativism which, admittedly, abounds. Fortunately, Hitler thought better of it in the end and gave us instead Mein Kampf. Commander Rockwell publicly inveighed against Right Wing divisiveness and privately complained about how it was eating up far too much of his time and energy and preventing the Party from growing into what it should, and could, have become during his life and under his leadership. But he stayed on the road and in the public eye, hard at work building the political organization despite all.
Today what passes as the Movement lies at the total mercy of unbridled paranoia reaching back for an entire decade. Times and strategies have changed, or have had to be changed to face present realities, and I’ve often enough in the past labored long over most things of an hallucinatory nature which have ripped the Movement into shreds. Now perhaps is the time to discuss some of those things which are quite real but have done almost as much damage simply because Movement adherents have been too occupied with the unreal.
The real threat to radical political organizations is always from government sources. After all, is it not the fear of the presence of government agents which leads to (or provides excuse) for those paranoid ones to label this or that hapless person an agent provocateur? But for every ten persons so accused, only one turns out to be the real thing. And that is if he is ever “uncovered” as such. Most of the time, these agents simply gather their information and then disappear as quickly as the came, with no harm done. I’ve known the company of quite a few.
The really classic example of an agent provocateur is in fact the one which only appears in the rarest of cases. He’s the one who, through his skill and your carelessness, gets you and your associates locked up, injured, or killed. These agents are distinct from simple informants because they actually engineer things which otherwise would never happen. Commander Rockwell often said that both an idiot or an agent can get you just as dead or just as locked up. But if you can’t determine the difference between the two, then be assured, you’d be better off not aspiring to any Movement leadership.
The leaks which I’m talking about are not our leaks, that is, any holes in our security such as it is, but rather their leaks… leaks in the secrecy of their blanket surveillance of us and leaks in the effectiveness of it. Agents do exist and if you stay at this long enough, active enough, you will run into your share of them. But regardless who you are and what role you may play in the Movement, if your name so much as appears on a mailing list, then you too are part of this “blanket surveillance” which extends over all the rest of us.
About 1970 I was at a party in a rural county south-east of here, attended by a group of young persons of about my age at that time (eighteen years). One of them was the son of neighbors of ours down the country road where we’d moved from the city. After a few drinks, he approached me with, “How come the FBI is after you?”. I told him I hadn’t been aware that they were after me, whereupon he stated that two agents had been by his home and had asked certain questions about me of his parents. Questions pertaining to certain nocturnal gatherings being held on my grounds lately and being pretty well-attended by locals. I assured my friend that everything was all-right and laughed to myself at the idea of the FBI concerning itself over earlier drinking parties I had hosted, and which were made up of practically the identical cast that was present that evening. This, to the FBI, was a “Nazi Rally” if I was the one hosting it. Wouldn’t the guests have positively crapped had they but known?
In 1975, when I first emerged from six months in jail (having been convicted of a “criminal” charge as this country “has no political prisoners”), I sent for and obtained my FBI file. At that time it amounted to a mere fifty pages but it was notable that it extended back into my high school days, with information having been supplied by former “friends” and associates as well as parents of same, and amounting to no more and no less than hearsay and rumor. 1975 was also the year I broke from the former national Party and became active in my own right. Three years later, in 1978, I again requested my updated FBI file and was told that it now amounted to 2,500 pages. Fifty pages accumulated from 1966-1974 (including three years off and on at National Headquarters), and 2,500 pages from 1975-1978. That tends to speak for itself except that the vast bulk of what was contained in those pages is useless garbage, and again, rumor. (Specifics, such as the identities of agents, informants, etc., were blacked-out but, by reading “around” the omitted parts, one had no difficulty in determining who the informants were.)
During 1974 the Ross County unit of the Party was engaged in a legal fight to secure the country’s first openly Nazi booth at a county fair. With the help of the ACLU, we succeeded in doing just that. As this is a small town and “things like that just don’t happen around here”, the air was tense that entire summer. I recall one evening picking up my telephone to make a routine call, first to hear no dial tone and, next, to overhear open-ended conversation in the background. Conversation which, after a few moments of listening to, was determined to be originating from Chillicothe City Hall and Police Station! And at about that same time came the incident after I had cashed a few minor checks from Party headquarters at my customary bank for the purchase of licenses necessary for the fair booth, etc., when the rumor came back to me that I was “being bankrolled by the Nazis”. If only it could have been true!
It was during about 1977 that I received in my P.O. box a letter from the secretary of a California comrade, a major Movement leader at that time. The envelope was unopened, there was no return address save for the postmark itself, and the only things correct in the address were my name and the State of Ohio. The box number, the name of the city, and even the zip code were all wrong—not even close. Yet the letter made it to me all safe and sound. Rod Serling, move over!
Then there have been certain actions here locally which, had the police but intervened in them, could have put myself and a few others away on some heavy charges. These involved matters ranging from the illegal to the quasi-legal, but which contained too many legalistic, red-tape complications to be comfortable with in any case. Some had to do with planned physical attacks in broad daylight in public, while others involved forays into surrounding counties to spread the revolutionary word, and involving trespassing, minors, etc. (We were told that these cities’ police departments requested of the one locally to please either stop us from doing this or at least tip them as to when we were on our way. They failed to do either.)
There was the flight I had to make from Ohio in 1981 when a warrant for my arrest appeared imminent. There was no difficulty in getting out. Evidently, they weren’t watching closely at these times… Or else they didn’t want to move until they felt sure they could put me away for good.
More recently, I was told by an amused ex-girlfriend last year that, during the course of a conversation at a social gathering attended by herself and some local attorneys, etc., plus one out-of-state government man, it was dropped by this out-of-towner that there was one local name on his list of “dangerous persons” to watch: mine. And, presently, there was a call from one ex-associate about a month ago to the effect that I was “about to take a fall”. According to him, rumors emanating from sources both official and private—were too many to be ignored. Illegal possession of certain material was at bottom. He advised me to get rid of it if, indeed, it existed at all and I assured him, “No problem”. (And, to date, no raid.)
With the single exception of the last account, none of the above was ever, at any time, discussed over the telephone, through the mail, or with any person not immediately involved with the issue at hand. (And persons involved were kept to a strict minimum.) As Commander Rockwell advised in his masterful Legal, Psychological & Political Warfare, you must assume that you are being watched and listened to at all times and proceed to act accordingly because, in effect, you are! The degree and intensity of this surveillance rises or falls hand-in-hand with the degree of revolutionary political activity you maintain. Mine has been pretty intense in the past but I have always found there to be “leaks” aplenty in Big Brother’s fearsome apparatus; leaks in his supposed steel wall of covert secrecy; leaks in his supposed air-tight coverage of everything we say and do.
Most importantly, these leaks can be anticipated and even engineered by you for revolutionary advantage if only you discipline yourself and rid your mind of deadly paranoia which, far from “protecting” you from Big Brother’s agents, actually does about eighty percent of their work for them!

Vol. XIII, #12 – December, 1984

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Why we are reproducing articles from Siege can be surmised: here.

Cooler heads

With even the most minor experience within Movement circles and activities, you yourself will probably be—in any given outside situation of a tense nature—the coolest head present. Whenever the situation does become heated or aroused in any way, never assume that other “cooler heads” will prevail—for to do so runs the risk that the problem may escalate out of control with you being right in the middle.
Never forget the number one priority of any revolutionary: to maintain; to survive at all costs.
We can’t allow ourselves the luxury of common anger and the resultant outlets that such anger inevitably seeks and finds. If there’s no clear-cut advantage to any potential conflict, then stay out of it, head it off, avoid it absolutely. Suicide pacts are of no use. Policies of mutual destruction are only feasible where huge resources exist. Punitive measures are currently an unaffordable expense for us.
It is a mistake of the most childish sort to abandon the greater, higher goal, in favor of pursuing some momentary thing involving some practically meaningless sidetrack. Whatever move you make, whether it involves punishing, leaving alone, or even rewarding any person or any thing, make sure that it is so calculated that it is you and the Movement who will ultimately profit from it. And it matters not whether you apply any one of the three options to situations where spur-of-the-moment emotion might want to apply another, just so long as you do not shoot yourself in the head but rather emerge the final beneficiary of your own decision.
It is here where SUPREME SELF-DISCIPLINE is demanded.
For the young revolutionary Movement, the old concept of the “Mexican standoff” should become well understood. Whenever tangling with equal or superior force over some tributary or even lesser matter, you should consider yourself to be “batting one thousand” if you can walk away from the situation alive, free and intact. Not to mention with the added experience which has cost you nothing. That is a definite victory of sorts. The “Mexican standoff”, therefore, is about the best we, in our limited and tedious position, can hope for. We must learn to be able to base all decisions and actions accordingly—to our own benefit.
The time for chest-thumping, false theatrics, and heroics is past. We must act prudently and wisely in each case henceforth if we are to be around and in the position to exercise GENUINE HEROICS when the actual day for them arrives. We must continue to survive until that day.
Be assured, cooler heads will prevail. It is up to you to make certain that the cooler head belongs to YOU.

Vol. XIII, #7 – July, 1984

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Why we are reproducing articles from Siege can be surmised: here.

Stupid people

Stupid people are more dangerous than any time bomb.
You’ll find stupid people everywhere but let us confine ourselves to those within the Movement itself, those whom we must deal with on a regular basis. Those armies of idiots within the System bureaucracy stand backed-up and reinforced by so many replacements that errors of judgment on their part—which would otherwise prove fatal—are usually quickly caught and reversed before any real damage gets done. Often times they are caught and squelched before anyone not part of the bureaucracy even can take note of them.
It gives the aura of invincibility but in fact provides for a deadly defect, in that everyone is depending on everyone else to carry things through. There are plenty of “sharpies” within the System but not the same kind as are found in revolutionary movements. Those that can do it all for themselves. The System needs their stupid people for errand boys, etc., while we just cannot afford their presence at all. With us, things must stand or fall with just you and I. And THAT is the basis of real responsibility.
Regardless whether they are with you or against you, stupid people are equally disastrous to have around. It is easy for anyone to imagine how stupid people can foul up the best plan or program and defeat the efforts of dozens of good and prudent people with whom they have associated themselves. But it is less easily understood what it means to have fools for adversaries. Again, I emphasize that we are dealing within the limits of the Movement itself. I’d much rather run the risk of a tactical personal set-back at the hands of a sharp, intelligent person, something I would expect I could reverse in time, than to have everything, the whole ball of wax, upturned or destroyed by some flake who loses all better judgment and control.
The very reason one falls out with persons of limited intelligence usually involves the same lack of vision, imagination, and discipline that will later lead them to tip the balance over from a localized clash to a full-scale disaster, too often involving the System and threatening to destroy or seriously injure BOTH participants.
It’s also hell to try to second-guess an unintelligent person. They are largely unpredictable and are liable to do anything. An intelligent adversary can most of the time be anticipated and, if not, it usually means that he is a jump or two ahead of you himself. He can be expected to fight things with at least the protection, if not the immediate furtherance, of the Cause in mind. A stupid individual won’t care. They can see or understand nothing beyond the immediate object of “I’ll show you!” How often have we witnessed this in Right Wing dealings? How often have we seen it in personal affairs? And how the Pigs laugh at it all!
Within the Movement, whenever a person like this is uncovered and proceeds to threaten to disrupt things, he properly should be killed before any damage can be done. If that is not feasible then it is critical to place as much distance between them and the Movement as possible. Same goes for personal dealings as well. Of course, in the long run, it is better to learn how to spot them in advance and never let them penetrate to a level where they can do no good and only harm. In this way we shall forge ourselves into a truly formidable political weapon.

Vol. XIII, #7 – July, 1984

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Why we are reproducing articles from Siege can be surmised: here.

Behold the Uncle Tom

Recently we’ve seen two men of action brought to a halt by what are best referred to as White “Uncle Toms”. I believe it was a nurse at a blood bank who “dime-dropped” on Joseph Franklin when she saw and recognized from reports of a distinctive tattoo on Franklin’s forearm as he was selling blood. The System in Buffalo, N.Y. believes they now have the “.22 Killer” in custody after he was fingered by someone in Georgia he evidently thought he could confide in. These were not cases of infiltration but rather of carelessness playing into the hands of the countless millions of “Uncle Toms” who are what this society is made up of.
The Big Brother System of course operates as the “Master” with the Goyish, nominally “White” consumers serving as slaves—of which the vast bulk are dyed-in-the-wool “Uncle Tom” types. Both Franklin and the “.22 Killer”—or the “Great White Hope of Buffalo”—had it right and were encouraging at least in so far as they acted consistently alone which is what solely provided the extent of success and longevity they did enjoy. We cannot forget the effect these men have had on helping to break the conditioned, hot-house atmosphere and inject into the climate an air of revolution.
NSLF knows that we must see the kind of society we are dealing with, understand it, and realize that it can’t be changed unless and until the current order is done away with. Cognizant of all that, we then must make up our minds to proceed appropriately. Allowing that, both these men—heroes, actually—made the errors which undid them by taking too much for granted.
As a Movement we cannot afford the same mistake twice. As individuals we can’t afford it even once. We can state again and again, “Never deal with the police!”, but you and I already know that. It is rather the rest of the total population which does not know it and never will know it, not even when the police have become OUR police—they will never change their habits. Today the casual, citizen informant—the Uncle Tom—works terribly against us but tomorrow they will provide the greatest ease and benefit.
It is their nature to bow, scrape, and try every means to ingratiate themselves with the “established authority” and to inform on those designated as “outlaws”. Miserable unthinking swine. Today it is us, tomorrow it will be the race-mixers, etc. Until we establish ourselves as the ONLY authority, we must, as revolutionaries and realists, accept the bitter in anticipation of the sweet.
It is a sad commentary on U.S. society when we compare to that of Northern Ireland. Not an informant in the bunch. And that struggle is White vs. White! Over here we face the most odious enemy—posing as a “government”—ever in history, plus a monstrous Black alien mass in our midst to be dealt with. Yet instead of Huey Long’s concept of “Every Man a King”, it is rather “Every Man an Uncle Tom”. This armada of Uncle Toms is like unto the “better half” of the System Police State already long in existence.
Even with their incredibly sophisticated, “1984” electronic surveillance techniques, the police simply could not function effectively without the citizenry working for Big Brother, against themselves. We could romp them if the Whites of the United States were what they ought to be. But they are not and never are they likely to be. Seeing we cannot change that, we must instead adapt out tactics accordingly.
We must become acutely aware at all times of the most minute details around us, overlooking nothing, taking nothing for granted. We must rigidly discipline ourselves to never, ever, breathe a word about anything illegal to anyone, anytime—past, present, or future.
DONT TALK! DEFEAT UNCLE TOM! DEFEAT BIG BROTHER!

Vol. X, # 6 – June, 1981

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Why we are reproducing articles from Siege can be surmised in yesterday’s post.

Marked and unmarked

It is well to follow earlier segments with a word on how a truly revolutionary organization must be structured in order to be effective. Those of us having in our innocent youth been part of the “Mass Strategy” find ourselves now and forever marked in the catalogs of the FBI, CIA, and ADL, not to mention local police departments. Unless we as individuals decide in our own minds to disappear and slip underground alone to wage war against the System on what would probably be a one-way mission, we would be foolish to try to engage directly in Armed Struggle.
To do so in spite of this truth for purposes of “proving” something to somebody falls directly in line with one of the key Zionist Protocols which states that the White Man’s greatest undoing has been a willingness to sacrifice a larger goal for a smaller, momentary one. We have absolutely no intention of rushing into their waiting, open arms.
And no, our new people WILL NOT be paraded out in the streets in useless “Phase One” antics for the convenience of the System’s catalogers. Neither shall they all be monitored by post office checks of our mailings. Comrades of old—those of us already marked from years ago—who head the various cells around the country, will disseminate our propaganda person-to-person to those known only to themselves.
Regarding “Phase Two vs. Reality”, these new people must not deliberately or at anyone’s behest cause themselves to be separated from the mainstream of White America either because of hairstyle, clothing, or any other stupid, narrow consideration. They must be able to move about freely, accepted and unnoticed by their fellows if they are to be effective. Far from going out of our way to effect an “invasion from Mars” with Prussian tactics and appearance, as seemed to be the goal in years past (blowing minds, etc.), we must effect a thorough INFILTRATION or at least be able to infiltrate at will whenever and wherever the situation calls for it.
“Too many chiefs and no Indians” has basically been the problem of the past. Those who insisted most loudly upon being “chief” in the past usually turned out to be the least fit to hold the position. A true soldier simply understands his mission—or duty—and goes about doing it without fanfare. Being revolutionary soldiers we must do what we are ABLE to do and do WELL. We each have functions to fulfill. CIRCUMSTANCES—not wishful thinking—dictate these functions. As Joe Tommasi clearly stated, the leaders, the real “chiefs”, are those actually DOING IT!
And we of the old school have been severely limited by the past itself. The greatest field of opportunities lies open to the new-comers free of the hogwash, mistakes, and compromises of the past. However, one of the functions of the NSLF aboveground is to see to it that the revolution, once begun in earnest, is not betrayed. Let’s start off on that road now.

Vol. IX, #5 – September, 1980