L. J. lowered the pencil from his mouth but instead of putting it aside found himself tapping it against the top of his desk. Well, no harm in that, he supposed. Whenever he got chugging along on full horsepower, he’d work up a potent head of steam and had to find a way of blowing a little of it off somehow.
L. J. tapped. Where was he? Oh yes, the Jews. The Jews. They would be high on his list. Probably foremost. It was through books given to him by a cellmate during his prison stint (the most influential had been titled The Wisdom and Prophesies of Adolf Hitler, The Protocols
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ffhe Learned Elders ofZion, and Satan’s Seedline: The vil Race) that L. J. had learned the truth behind the Sonist Occupied Government, or ZOG, that had secretly ested control of America from its God-chosen foun- i through its institutions of high finance, absorbing it Oto their multinational New Imperium and using fiat icy …
In other words, the legal tender minted by the Federal ve Bank, from penny coins to printed notes of denomination…
Fiat money to replace gold and/or silver weights and sures as an honest system of exchange, thereby aiding usurious Jewish moneylenders to manipulate in- rates and leech away the assets of the Anglo ton, Teutonic, and kindred white races, who, in their superiority, were the only blessed and rightful heritors of the kingdom of God-the United States, in feother words-just as they had craftily fleeced the people ||0f Germany before the heroic martyrs of the National cialist Party had stood up in brave resistance.
J.’s pencil-tapping quickened. The Jews, absoely, it had to be them. Pulling together fifty million i rid the land of their domination wouldn’t be difficult, sidering the resources of his more well-off support- a core group of patriots and true believers who’d iged to open their wallets for the cause. In fact, right he was projecting a surplus of funds, enough to lultaneously purge another corrupting racial element society. The tough thing was deciding which one. truth be known, maybe not. L. J. supposed it : back to his readings about the preservation of racial (its when he was behind cell bars, a whole lot of ma- written by some high-gigahertz thinkers and sup161
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ported by the work of people like the world’s leading phrenologist, an eighty-two-year-old pioneer who’d run an institute of his own in Austria since before World War II. Anyway, L. J.’s early research had made it clear that the black race presented the second greatest threat to the children of Adam, these being people of ruddy complexion, in other words whites, according to a biblical code that yet another of L. J.’s favorite authors had unraveled.
The blacks were number two because they, along with other non-Caucasian minorities, had entered into a Satanic conspiracy with ZOG to commit genocide …
A word that meant the destruction of a group through race-mixing rather than mass extermination, as the Jewish-run reference book companies had tried to redefine it by perpetuating the myth of the Holocaust, of which there was no evidence except a bunch of lies and doctored photographs produced by the Secret Disinformation Bureau of Elsenhower’s treacherous Allied Expeditionary Force, but that was another can of worms right there.
The blacks. Threat number two. Because their goal was to commit genocide upon the children of Adam by intermarrying and procreating with them in violation of divine will.
“Meaning they have to go,” L. J. concluded aloud. “Go straightaway into the bottomless pit, yes, mister.”
He tapped away at the desk with his pencil. A plan of action, that was what he’d come up with here, and he was feeling pretty good about it. The Jews and blacks first. And then, well, he would have to evaluate his progress. See where his finances stood, and measure the rest of the social contaminants against each other to deter162
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tie which presented the greatest immediate dangers. : off the bat, he figured the Asians were prime can- ates; you never knew what insidious machinations were up to. And the Hispanics, of course, with their to annex the southwestern portion of the United es to Mexico …
And so it went for L. J. Freeman, crown minister of White Freedom Church, in his Hanscom, Illinois, ne office, his thoughts rotating around their fixed axis ‘ hatred like the rings of some dark and hostile planet, lasting on and on and on into the outer extremities of night.
headquarters of the Black Exclusivist Movement located on the first and second floors of an uptown ttan tenement that the group’s leader, the Fever- 1 Nate Grover, had paid for in cash by adding a dozen liealendar stops to the busy lecture circuit that netted him jjl^everal million dollars in yearly honorariums, which he essed maybe sounded like a lot when Whitey got to eking him on the tube, always talking about his ex- avagant lifestyle, using that phrase to jab at his integ- every time his name got mentioned. Reverend Nate “trover, whose extravagant lifestyle includes a multi- ‘KiiaUion dollar home in East Hampton, Long Island, a frJKallection of thirty antique cars, a large personal staff, I’pBd art and antiques estimated to be valued at this or at or the other amount and so on and so extravagantly th. As if a man of African descent in this twenty-firstpsentury America wasn’t supposed to earn the same or Ifpore than some retired white political flack or no-selling ate writer who couldn’t pack half as many people into room, hell, a third as many people, talking shit to
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spoiled white college students who looked like pale, cloned pigs.
A few months back, when Grover was organizing his annual Liberty Uprising March on Washington, a woman reporter from one of those TV news magazine shows had one of her own personal staffers-which you damn well better believe she never got criticized for having at her beck and call-had her flunky staffer phone to arrange an interview with him, he figured, why not, get some free media access, told her to come on down…
Or up, as the case happened to be. No blonde white woman reporter with no major white-controlled news organization Grover ever heard of had to travel down from anywhere in the city to get to Harlem, 50 Rockefeller Center being about as far uptown as they ever got without being flanked by a camera crew and probably notifying the goddamn NYPD where they were going in case it wanted to provide an armored escort.
He’d told her to come on down, figuratively speaking, and two days later, she was swishing through the door in her Barbie doll outfit with stiletto heels and a full set of accessories, all sugar and spice, you know, even commenting that she was impressed by his office space. Said she wished she had something as nice and roomy down at 50 Rock or wherever, which should have clued him in about what was coming next.
Then the videotape starts to roll, and what do you know, what do you know, Barbie doll changes into the She Creature before his eyes, goes into a jam about how when he bought the building “for a song,” he’d hired contractors to “totally gut and renovate the lower stories that would house your offices, putting off repairs and
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uprovements to the thirty or so crumbling rental apart- nts on the third, fourth, and fifth floors-in large ocupied by working poor black families-for some specified future date.”
All the while she’s saying this, she’s smiling at him he a shark.
“Do you see,” she asks, moving in for the kill, “how is that charges of opportunism and hypocrisy have
leveled against you from various quarters?” I For a minute Grover was tempted to ask what she spected to find here, somebody in a Huggy Bear pimp lit sitting around some kind of piss-and-shit stinking de shooting gallery, and you want to please explain you’re referring to with that phrase “various quar- “? But even though she’d got an irritation going in , Grover reminded himself that this was what you I a media opportunity, a chance to mainstream him- llfclf, and took a deep breath. The plan here was to give Reverend Nate Grover Lite, formulated for popular umption so the Great White American Unwashed i’t develop a mass case of acid reflux. ‘Try doing too much at once, no way anything gets amplished,” he replied. “The improvements to the of the building have been temporarily delayed, I erscore the word temporarily, because as a civic representing the black community, I’ve been time and time again to react to various acts of jvoked brutality by the authoritarian powers that be,
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*Grover figured he’d done okay, given her an earful ile staying cool for the camera, but She Creature was ermined to stay on the attack.