Path: news.voyager.net!nntp.netrex.net!gatech!nntp0.mindspring.com!news.mindspring.com!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!ddsw1!news.mcs.net!in-news.erinet.com!bug.rahul.net!rahul.net!a2i!samba.rahul.net!rahul.net!a2i!viper.inow.com!newshub.internex.net!newshub1.internex.net!news.Stanford.EDU!not-for-mail From: email@example.com (Rich Graves) Newsgroups: alt.revisionism,alt.politics.white-power Subject: Re: ? [Turner Diaries] Date: 11 Sep 1996 13:54:17 -0700 Organization: Unaffiliated Fans of Nizkor, http://www.nizkor.org/ Lines: 75 Sender: llurch@Networking.Stanford.EDU Message-ID: <5178tp$bvb@Networking.Stanford.EDU> References: <322D0A9B.firstname.lastname@example.org>
NNTP-Posting-Host: networking.stanford.edu X-URL: http://www.io.com/~arclight/National_Appliance/ Xref: news.voyager.net alt.revisionism:70020 alt.politics.white-power:48743 email@example.com (Dave Harman OBC) writes: >In firstname.lastname@example.org (Skippy) writes: > >! > Could anyone please email me a copy (etext) of the Turner Diaries (I know >! > it will be illegal to have a copy of this on disc and distributing it) >! > but I can't get my hands on it here in Denmark. >! >! Take anything by Mao, replace "bourgeois" with "nigger," and you've got >! the Turner Diaries. > >Liar, there's no crude name calling in the Turner Diaries. Most uses of >the epithet "nigger" for African Americans is committed by anti-racists. The Turner Diaries, by Dr. William Pierce, charlatan-in-charge of the National Appliance. From Chapter 11. "Everyone out of the car and flat on the foor," Bill ordered, yanking open the door on the driver's side. "Come on, niggers, move! " They looked at the four guns trained on them, and then they moved, although not without loud protest. Two of them, however, were not Negroes. When they were all stretched out on the concrete floor face down, all six of them, we saw that we had three Black males, one Black female-and two White sluts. I shook my head in disgust at the sight of the two White girls, neither of whom appeared to be over 18. It didn't take long to decide what to do. We couldn't afford the noise of gunshots, so I took a heavy crowbar and Bill picked up a shovel. We started at opposite ends of the crew on the floor, while the girls kept them covered with their shotguns. We worked quickly but precisely, one blow on the back of the head sufficing for each of them. Until the last two, that is. The blade of Bill's shovel glanced off the skull of one of the Black males and struck the shoulder of the White girl beside him, cutting into her flesh but not inflicting a lethal wound. Before I could bring my crowbar into play to finish her off, the little bitch was up like a shot. I had pushed the garage door down as far as I could after coming in, but it still had not latched properly and had meanwhile crept up about six inches. She scooted through this narrow opening and headed for the street, with me about 10 yards behind her. I froze with horror as I saw an arc of light swing along the dark pavement just in front of the running girl. A large truck was turning into the street from the parking lot next door. If the girl reached the street she would be illuminated by the truck's headlights, and the driver could not fail to see her. Without hesitation I raised my pistol and fired, instantly dropping the girl in her tracks beside the weed-overgrown fence separating our parking area from that of the trucking firm. It was a very lucky shot, not only in its effect, but also in that the roar from the engine of the accelerating truck effectively masked the report. I crouched in the driveway, drenched in a cold sweat, until the truck had thundered off into the distance. Bill and I loaded the six corpses into the back of the Blacks' car. He drove it off, with Carol following him in our vehicle, and left the grisly cargo parked outside a Black restaurant in downtown Alexandria. Let the police figure it out! [...] November 30. In thinking over Saturday's events, what surprises me is that I feel no remorse or regret for killing those two White whores. Six months ago I couldn't imagine myself calmly butchering a teen-aged White girl, no matter what she had done. But I have become much more realistic about life recently. I understand that the two girls were with the Blacks only because they had been infected with the disease of liberalism by the schools and the churches and the plastic popculture the System churns out for young people these days. Presumably, if they had been raised in a healthy society they would have had some racial pride. But such considerations are irrelevant to the present phase of our struggle. Until we have in our hands the means for bringing about a general cure for the disease, we must deal with it by other means, just as one must ruthlessly weed out and dispose of diseased animals in any flock, unless one wants to lose the whole flock. This is no time for womanly handwringing.
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