The White Race in its long and proud history has had an illustrious parade of heroes who have given their lives for a cause they believed in. There is no other race that can point with pride to such a glorious, exemplary roster of heroes and martyrs. No other race has pursued as many diverse ideals, causes and beliefs as has the White Race, nor has there been any other as willing to die for them. Unfortunately, as past history too often demonstrated, very few of these heroes have selected as their supreme cause the one loyalty that should have been their first and foremost loyalty — and that cause is loyalty to their own race, the White Race. In a world that is growing increasingly darker and muddier, RACIAL LOYALTY is becoming the prime cause with all races, but unfortunately, the White race seems to be the last to grasp this vital issue. The CHURCH OF THE CREATOR is leading the way in restructuring the thinking, the goals and the values of the White Race in this direction. We say it is not good enough to believe in just any old cause and dedicate and/or sacrifice your life for it. We believe it rather silly to dedicate your life to promoting the idea that cows arc holy; or that you have a supposedly two-way love affair going with some non-existent spooks in the skies that nobody has ever seen, heard, felt or smelt; or to promote the idiotic idea that "all men arc equal", and that Jewish "democracy" is a great idea; or that we should feed and/or subsidize all the scum, niggers and mud races of the world; or any number of other stupid and pointless causes into which the White Race has in the past (and still is at the present) pouring so much of its wealth, time and labor. We of the CHURCH OF THE CREATOR say: Put an end to all these causes that not only lead to a bottomless rat hole, but are in fact, extremely destructive to the White Race and highly supportive of the very enemies that are determined to destroy us. But there is a change coming as the slumbering White Giant is beginning to awaken to his now precarious position and eminent danger of extinction. We CREATORS are moving heaven and earth to hasten that awakening, and arouse, marshal and organize the awesome potential of the slumbering giant. We want to honor those few but growing number of White heroes who are not only will- ing to lay their life on the line to defend their race against the Jewish monster, but have PROVEN their dedication by the highest sacrifice of all: laying their life on the line to defend their race against the Jewish monster. They have said in effect: Enough is enough; I will die fighting before I will bend my knees to the Jewish tyrant. Among these we have selected four modern day White heroes and martyrs whose names we want to emblazon in the page of our racial history. DAN WHITE. When the city of San Francisco in 1978 became overrun with homosexuals and race traitors and when these elements gained control of the city government, Danny had had enough. He himself was an outstanding family man with six fine children, had demonstrated his exemplary ability by many years of fine service in the police department of the city. He had taken active part in the city government and become a member of the city council. When he was being sabotaged and railroaded out of that position by the now predominantly pro-Jewish, pro-homo power establishment, he took the law into his own hands. He had been pushed beyond the breaking point. He took his service revolver and shot dead Mayor George Mascone, a race traitor and a stooge for the Jews. He then quickly walked to the office of Harvey Milk, a side-kick of Mascone, who was also on the city council, who was a Jew and an avowed homosexual. Arriving in Milk's office, he summarily dealt the same fate to this Jewish homo as he had to Mascone: he shot him dead. The one thing the Jewish establishment fears (and has feared for centuries) is when the righteous fury of the White citizenry turns to physical violence against them. Danny White's act so shook up the total bureaucracy that for weeks some members of various com- missions and councils all over the state came to meetings dressed in bulletproof vests. The jury sympathized with Danny White. It gave him a relatively light sentence and after 6 years and 8 months in prison Danny White is again free, and what's more, he's alive. He is my favorite hero because (a) He took deliberate and precipitous action BEFORE his back was to the wall and made the enemy pay irrevocably and pay heavily BEFORE he was in a position where his options were limited, (b) He is still alive to fight another battle, if necessary, and embodies General George Patton's edict: Instead of dying for your country, it is better to make sure that the enemy dies for his. (c) He is still alive to fight another day, a hero, but not a dead hero. JOHN SINGER. Deciding that the establishment was debauching and polluting the minds of his children, he decided to educate them at home in the directions of his own convictions. He defied the Federal government and would not bend his knee to the harassment and threats of the tyrants. Because he took a firm stand he was shot down in cold blood on his own farm in Utah, in 1979,by "government" murderers. We consider him a true martyr to the cause in the fight of the White Race against the murderers let loose upon the White citizens by the Jewish powerhouse also known as JOG, the Jewish Occupational Government. GORDON KAHL. He, too, had the courage not to knuckle under to the strong-arm goon-squad of the Jewish powerhouse, a/k/a the IRS. When he was ambushed on a public highway in North Dakota, he killed two of the deputies that tried to kill him. He temporarily escaped their network for six months but was brutally killed by a SWAT team in Arkansas. But Kahl exacted another life from his tormentors, and became a national hero. Songs and poems were written about him, and the public wrath that he aroused against the establishment in general, and the IRS in particular, was the beginning in earnest of the White Man's revolution against the Jewish tyranny. ROBERT JAY MATHEWS. We now come to the latest victim of Murder, Inc. a/k/a Public Enemy No. 1, a/k/a the Jewish Occupational Government of America. Before we tell his story, I want to make it clear that the position of THE CHURCH OF THE CREATOR in regards to violence and terrorism has not changed and remains the same as is spelled out in Creative Credo No. 64, beginning on P. 397 of the WHITE MAN'S BIBLE. In it we state our position clearly and carefully, and that, in summation is this: We are law-abiding citizens and mean to obey the law, but we aim demand that the government follow the law and respect the White Man's rights as spelled out in the Constitution of the United States and the Bill of Rights. But should the government itself trample on our rights and institute a reign of terror and violence against the White Race, then we throw all restraint overboard and invoke the Highest Law of Nature, survival of our species. We mean to survive at all costs! No price is too high and the end justifies the means, any means! Should the JOG and their murderous Israeli henchmen, the Mossad, push further and murder members of our church, then we, too, will like Danny White reach the breaking point and invoke Articles 7 and 8 as spelled out on p. 402 of the WHITE MAN'S BIBLE. That day may be pushing closer than we think and we must prepare for it. Now to briefly tell the story of Robert Jay Matthews. The events leading up to his murder are told in his own letter, which we publish in full at the conclusion of this article. What the letter could not tell is how he was brutally murdered. On December 8, 1984 an assault team of nearly 100 U.S. Marshals, FBI, Secret Service and Treasury agents bombarded the small house near Seattle in which Bob Mathews was making his last stand. A ruthless barrage of gunfire from handguns, rifles and automatic weapons went on for two minutes, killing Mathews. Then the JOG agents, undoubtedly including members of the ADL, JDL and the Mossad, fired incendiary missiles into the house and burned it to the ground, thereby cremating Mathews. We say to Mathews; it is better to go out in a blaze of glory than to die a whimpering coward. Here is Bob Mathews' tragic, but heroic last letter in his own words: To the Editor: For the past decade I have been a resident of Northern Pend Oreilic County. When I first arrived in Metaline Falls I had only Twenty-five dollars to my name, a desire to work hard and be left alone, and the dream of someday acquiring my own small farm. During my three years at the mine and seven years at the cement plant I can safely say that I was known as a hard worker. I stayed out of the bars and pretty much kept to myself. Anyone who is familiar with Boundary Dam Road knows how my late father and I carved a beautiful place out of the woods. All of the goals I had when I arrived were accomplished but one.... I was not left alone. Within months of my arrival the FBI went to the mine office and tried to have me fired from my job. I was working in the electrical department at the time and my foreman, fortunately, had a deep and lasting dislike for the Fed. He was informed of the situation by the mine secretary. Had it been the mine manager instead of the secretary that the Government goons talked to, I would have lost my job. This campaign of harrassment and intimidation began because of my involvement in the Tax Rebellion Movement from the time I was fifteen to twenty years old. The government was on me so much in Arizona that during one incident when I was eighteen, IRS agents shot at me for nothing more than a misdemeanor tax violation. 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 developed 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 a 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 of the West" and Simpson's "Which Way Western Man?". I also subscribed to numerous periodicals on current American problems, especially those concern- ed with the ever increasing decline of White America. My knowledge of Ancient European history started to awaken a wrongfully surpressed 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 blond-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 whom ex-Senator William J. Fullbright and the late General Brown tried to warn us about. Henry Ford and Charles Lindbergh 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. A secret war has been developing for the last year between the regime in Washington and an ever growing number of White people who are determined to regain what OUR forefathers discovered, explored, conquered, settled, built and died for. The FBI has been able to keep this war secret only because up until now we have been doing nothing more than growing and preparing. The government, however, seems determined to force the issue, so we have no choice left but to stand up and fight back. Hail Victory! It is at this point that I wish to address the multitude of lies that the Federals have been telling about Gary Lee Yarbrough and myself. Gary did not "ambush" any agents. For weeks prior to this incident they had been harassing Gary, following him everywhere, even to the hospital to visit his gravely ill daughter. The day of the mythical ambush, Gary was out in his yard when he saw a Forest Service truck driving across his property in obvious disregard to the numerous no- trespassing signs scattered about his land. He yelled at the truck to stop but it kept coming towards his house until it crashed into and destroyed a gate. At this point Gary fired warning shots into the air and the truck drove away. That.... was the big ambush. The newspapers are saying now that Gary not only ambushed three agents but that he hit three of them. Gary did not even realize they were FBI at the time, which is fortunate for them because Gary is an expert marksman and had he decided to ambush the FBI he easily could have killed every Fed within range of his weapon. It was not until 8.00 P.M. that night that Gary realized what was actually taking place. That is when approximately thirty agents drove up to Gary's house. Gary and a young house guest went out- side to investigate the commotion. When the Feds started yelling at Gary he dropped to the ground and rolled into a ditch behind the line of Government vehicles. The young house guest went running back into Gary's residence. After waiting for three hours the FBI us- ed Gary's wife as a shield and a hostage and went into the house. What brave men they are. As incredulous as it sounds Gary laid in the ditch behind the agents for five hours with his gun aimed at their backs. Had Gary really wanted to ambush these invaders then that was a wonderful opportunity to do so. Gary chose instead to give them quarter, something he would later come to regret. Gary eventually slipped out of the ditch and into the woods. The incompetence of these gun toting bureaucrats never ceases to amaze me. Especially after their attempted ambush and murder of myself in a Portland motel. First, let me say that the FBI was not there to arrest Gary but to ambush me. They didn't even know that Gary was in the room. The only reason they were able to find me was because a trusted friend in room 14 was actually a traitor and an informant. The FBI has vast resources and the latest technology but the quality of their agents is going down hill with every new recruit. That's because most of the best White Men in this country are starting to realize that to be an FBI agent is to be nothing more than a mercenary for the ADL and Tel Aviv. When I stepped out of my motel room that morning, a gang of armed men came running at me. None of the men had uniforms on and the only thing they said was "stop you bastard". At this, I yelled to Gary who was still inside and I leaped down the stairwell and took off running into the parking lot. A women agent shot at my back and the bullet missed and hit the motel manager. I rounded the corner of the motel and took off down the hill into a residential area. After running for two blocks I decided to quit being the hunted and become the hunter. I drew my gun and waited behind a concrete wall for the agents to draw near. When I aimed my gun at the head of the closest agent I saw the handsome face of a young White Man and lowered my aim to his knee and his foot. Had I not done so I could have kill- ed both agents and still had left the use of my hand which is now mangled beyond repair and which I might very well lose altogether. That is the last time I will ever give quarter. As for the traitor in room 14, we will eventually find him. If it takes ten years and we have to travel to the far ends of the earth we will find him. And true to our oath when we do find him, we will remove his head from his body. I have no regrets or apologies to make for Gary or myself. In fact, I am proud that we had the courage and the determination to stand up and fight for our race and our heritage at a time in our history when such a deed is called a crime and not an act of valor. Approximately nine months ago the FBI went to my house while I was away and threatened my two year old son. That was a very big mistake on their part. After the Portland shootout they went to my house and threatened my sixty-three year old mother. Such brave men they are. I am not going into hiding, rather I will press the FBI and let them know what it is like to become the hunted. Doing 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 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 my family and friends love me and support me. I will leave knowing I have made the ultimate sacrifice to secure the future of my children. As always, for blood, soil, honor, for faith and for race. ROBERT JAY MATHEWS Editors Note: Bob, we have not forgotten you. Your death has not been in vain. Your name will be enshrined as a hero in our hearts and minds. We will avenge your death. DELENDA EST JUDAICA!
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