Andrew Auernheimer (weev) wrote,
Andrew Auernheimer

Let us not forget

On this day in 1984 a brave, noble and honest man was ruthlessly murdered, burned alive in his home by the FBI. I quote his words today so that the sacrifice he made for his race and his nation will not be forgotten.

The signs of awakening are sprouting up across the Northwest and no more so than amongst the two-fisted farmers and ranchers – a class of our people who have been hit especially hard by the filthy lying Jews and their parasitical usury system. From the beginning of this Nation to the present, the yeoman farmer has been a symbol of the Aryan work ethic and living monument to masculinity.

Whenever I think of the First American Revolution, I often remember that stirring poem about Concord and Lexington:

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.

Unfortunately, comrades, that poem glorifies a fratricidal conflict. How I dream of a new poem, a poem for today:

Out of the valleys, out of the fields, poured the Aryan yeoman horde,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Thence the Aryan farmer came,
And removed the Jew forever, forever from this world.

Let us not forget, however, that the Levantine vermin are well aware of the dangers that an aroused and angered yeomanry represent to them. The tillers of the soil have always been something of a mystery to the Jews. Cities corrupt. Cities corrupt while the soil, the valley, the field, the farm – they revitalize and replenish a weakened and drained mind and body. How the weasely little city dwelling Jew fears and suspicions the Aryan farmer. What a contrast! What a contrast in mind and body between the two!

I think that deep within the breast of our Aryan yeomanry lies a long-dormant seed. The seed of a racial awakening. The seed of resurgence, the seed of anger, and the seed of the will to act. We MUST radicalize the American yeomanry. We must bring as many of them as possible into our vanguard for victory.

Robert Jay Matthews
January 16, 1953 – December 8, 1984
Father, Warrior, Hero
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