by George Lincoln Rockwell


Now began the months which were to be the most soul-crushing in my life. My wife began to complain that her parents were begging her to divorce me, and called it their "campaign". I told her the best thing to do was to come home immediately, before anything could happen to our marriage. We could go someplace and work quietly together the best way we could to repair our fortunes. There was no answer to this, but then came a demand to get out of politics for good and all. I wrote long, long letters out there in the hot fields on a little portable typewriter and mailed almost none of them. I knew philosophy and political arguments were the last things to write to a wife in Thora's embattled position, but it was almost impossible to write anything else which made sense.

During the time in the Fairfax shack, Morgan, Yalacki and Hansel had decided to make an all-out effort to get me closer to town where they could get together and help more. They scrounged around and managed to rent a little basement for me in a home in Arlington. Then we borrowed the truck again and moved the ton or so of books, furniture and other paraphernalia to the new haven. These possessions completely filled up the tiny cellar rooms.

Meanwhile, the neighbors had somehow discovered who was to be the new roomer and were going around with a petition. Some of them explained that it was nothing personal – they were just afraid of riots, etc. in the neighborhood, which was understandable. The landlord tried to throw me out immediately but I refused to move that very instant, of course. It was impossible, and I asked for ten days. At first he demanded instant removal, but a reminder of my reputation as a fighter in court cooled him down and got me the ten days. The Jews further stirred up everybody on the matter, and soon the Arlington zoning officials appeared to evict me immediately as – a health menace!

While battling this harassment, I searched for another place to light and Carey Hansel agreed to let me stay in his apartment in Falls Church while his wife and children were away for the summer. Once again, we gathered up the roomfuls of stuff and put it into the borrowed truck. This time, to avoid further breakage and loss, we decided to put the things in a rented garage, rather than keep on moving them.

I was existing on a tiny trickle of funds from two or three people who were extremely loyal and a few, odd jobs I could get here and there from sympathizers. I tried to work in a sign incognito, but inevitably, somebody recognized me and the would-be friendly employer had to ask me to leave.

The mail from my wife began to be heartbreaking. More and more she complained of the "campaign" of her parents, who said they would disown her if she came back to me when I was still in politics, and so forth.

I could see that my marriage was at stake I decided to drop politics long enough to repair my financial situation and save my dear family. I went out after work with all I had, managing to get several odd art jobs, some work making signs and other small bits of income. A lot of Arlington businessmen were sympathetic to me and did what they could to give me work, but were usually away before I could settle down to anything substantial Nevertheless, I succeeded in gathering together various heterogeneous 'accounts' all over the area – people who paid me to exert my talents at promotion in various forms. I also managed to get the old Cadillac fixed up a bit and was starting up a silk-screen business. I had even saved some money for the family.

Then one day I got another bombshell from Iceland: a letter stating that my wife's parents had laid down the condition that I must earn $150 per month for a period of at least three months, have a better car, and make other arrangements for the payment of debts, etc., all of which would require me to be earning five or six thousand dollars before my wife returned and our family could be reunited. If she came back without these conditions being fulfilled, Thora said, they would disown and disinherit her.

Under the circumstances, these conditions were impossible. Nowhere in America could I earn any such money as that, at least, not for a long time. I could not understand my wife making such a demand. Her best friend and cousin was the wife of the first secretary of the Icelandic Embassy, so I went to this very charming girl and laid the whole thing before her. She was wonderfully sympathetic and assured me that her letters from my wife indicated nothing but an aching desire to reunite our family, and that it was probably only pressure from the parents which was causing the difficulty.

Since they insisted on my being out of politics and since they had so much influence upon my helpless wife, whom they were supporting – and since I could not fulfill the conditions they and she demanded, here in America, I asked her friend what she thought of the possibility of my going to her, of my working in Iceland for the family, where there were only two Jews, and where I knew my talents and abilities could provide a good living, pay her father back the money he had spent supporting my family and give me time to repair the heartbreaking breach in our family. My wife's friend thought this a wonderful idea, and so did her husband, the Icelandic First Secretary, when he heard it. I wrote this plan to my wife and told her I was willing to come up there, but she decided to give up the impossible conditions and come down here instead, providing I had a house, a job and other possibilities of supporting the family.

I was overjoyed by this news and spared no effort to gain a minimum foothold for my family's security, even in the difficult circumstances. I pushed the little silk-screen business, doing signs for real estate and trucking firms. By putting an ad in the paper I got several small promotional accounts. My situation was far from good, but I was managing to make enough money to survive and even save some for the family. Carey Hansel's family had returned to his apartment and I moved into a room at Louis Yalacki's house. I rented a house for my supposedly returning family and began to make plans for the joyous home-coming. Daily I wrote my wife long letters, recounting my small victories in squeezing jobs and money out, in spite of the Jewish pressure and employers' fears.

Suddenly, there was a strange silence from Iceland. Then one day came a letter from my wife to the effect that her father had suddenly and unexpectedly been called to America "on business", and that he would come and look over my arrangements for the family within a day or so! I knew the super-methodical, ruthless business methods of my wife's father and how far in advance he planned every move. Now, suddenly, he was called to America "on business", exactly two weeks before my wife and children were scheduled to return.

I called Shell's New York office, where I had already met the managers who dealt with Iceland and Mr Hallgrimsson, and they didn't know he was coming. A little further checking, and I knew.for sure what I had suspected: the "business" of the trip was to see what the situation was before my wife returned, and possibly was intended to prevent her returning at all.

This kind of horsing around while my marriage hung in the balance was extremely aggravating, with all the struggle I was having, and I talked it over with my little circle of faithful supporters. Nevertheless, I made a wrong decision.

Since my wife's father, and maybe she too, were playing games, I would do the same, I decided. I had a promise from one man to buy us a house, which has subsequently been fulfilled, but I decided to claim that I had already bought it in order to convey a better impression of security. When the old gentleman arrived, I took him to see the rented house and told him it was being purchased. I showed him the bank deposit slips for the small sum I had in the bank and the contract for work which I had with the trucking firm. He seemed impressed by all this, but I should have known and remembered him better than to think that I had so easily fooled such an experienced and successful old business wolf. The next day, we met in his hotel room and he started asking me penetrating questions about the mortgage payments, etc. In other words, I made a real ass of myself. The only course seemed to be to tell her to go back to Iceland and ask my wife to wait until I had things under better control, and this is what I did.

Then, as he was on his way back to New York and hence, Iceland, I began to realize how dangerous such a course would be for our marriage. I called my wife long distance and asked her if she loved me and wanted to come home. Her answer was burning and passionate: "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She said she would take a plane back by October 21, and I collapsed exhausted, but happy beyond words.

I redoubled my efforts to have things ready for the family's arrival, only to receive an odd letter a few days later saying she was coming alone to look things over, and that she would not be staying with me, but her cousin!

The astonishment, shame and hurt of that was more than I could take. I went out and got a gallon of wine, and drank almost all of it. I don't remember what I did, although I know that I dropped all the work I was supposed to do. My mind was whirling and deadened, all at once. I hurt too much to think. I am convinced, as I look back on that day and the nightmarish days and nights which followed, that I was, for that time, the psychotic which the Jews would like to believe me to be. I drank and brooded and tried to fight my way to an understanding of what to do, but could see nothing, only stark tragedy. I knew I could not earn a penny if my wife subjected me to the mortal hurt of staying publicly with a friend in order to avoid sleeping with the husband who worshiped and waited for her faithfully for one whole year. I decided to do the only thing left: go at once to my wife, no matter what.

Recklessly, crazily, I sold everything I had, for practically nothing – raised all the money I could everywhere, and made all the arrangements to go to Iceland to keep my family together. I had to battle to get a visa at the Icelandic Embassy, because of the influence of my wife's father, and the knowledge of all concerned of the personal circumstances of my request to go to Iceland. But I did it all, somehow, even arranging to have my art, photography and other professional items shipped to Iceland so I could earn a living. I dropped everything, right where it was, in the United States.

On the day that Khruschev arrived in the country, the honest Virginia courts threw out the case against me. It had been too ridiculous to sustain, including such hysterical charges as "arm-folding" and "heel-clicking"! I was exonerated completely, after six months of battling alone. I announced to the press that I was going to Iceland to be with my family and would return after the Nation 'cooked' a little more – after they had had a chance to see the results of more 'brotherhood', deficit spending, etc.

There was no doubt whatsoever in my mind that the deep, abiding love between my wife and me, coupled with my utter determination to do anything necessary to keep our family together would soon melt the ice which was causing the impasse, and that we would be once again the happy parents and lovers we had been before, even in the harsh circumstances we had faced.

Only three faithful friends stood by me through this awful mess: Floyd Fleming, Louis Yalacki and J.V. Morgan. I told them I would have to go to Iceland and stay there an undetermined time while I worked to repair the damage and earned the money to repay my father-in-law in order to free my wife of the gnawing sense of dependency and obligation she now suffered. Moreover, I wanted to make my family, once again, the happiest and most united of all families I have ever known. I promised them that I would return someday, with my united family, ready to do battle as never before. These loyal friends never faltered, despite the fact that they had no idea, nor did I, of when I would return. Certainly I had no idea of how soon my return would be as I took off from New York International Airport for Iceland – literally aching and hurting from impatience to see and hold my beloved Thora.

I had cabled my wife, advising her of my arrival time, and looked for her at the gray and depressing little airport in Reykjavik. There was no one there. I got a ride with a U.S. Army major who was there to meet his wife, and drove over to the address of the apartment I had never seen, where I knew my wife and children lived. I was laden with baggage, including a toy steam shovel and a huge doll with which I struggled up the stairs.

I knocked on that magic door, on the other side of which I could hear the little voices of my children – voices I had ached to hear for a whole year! Then the door opened, and there stood my wife holding little Evelyn Bentina in her arms. She was wearing toreador pants, and apparently had no idea that I would show up – why, I still don't know. She stepped back in horror as I stood there, ready to hug her to pieces, and said: "What! You! What are YOU doing here!"

My little kids came out, hesitantly, to look at the toys and they seemed to recognize me. I was too stunned to move or say anything at first. Then I tried to kiss my wife and got pushed back in anger. All she could say was, "What do you mean by coming here?" – over and over again.

I sat down on the stairs, outside her apartment, dying, shriveling and screaming with agonies inside. I will spare the reader the agonizing description of the unbelievable days and nights which followed. I was ordered out of the house. I refused and decided to fight physically, because I could not believe my wife's actions, and the lawyers and police were used to force me to leave.

I am absolutely sure I was out of my mind for several days. The grief, the hurt, the shock and horror were more than I could absorb. I drank what whiskey I could get hold of and wandered in the cold, gray, drizzly streets. Along with everything else, I had a horrible tooth-ache. I wanted to die.

In the daytime, Thora let me come back to see my children and they remembered me and loved me. They broke my heart with their endearments. Ricky, the eldest, apparently understood and told his mother that he didn't want us "to divorce". My wife talked calmly and icily to me and stayed as far as possible from me, even trying to sit in the front seat of a taxi to avoid riding with me.

Somehow, I managed to gather the strength of will to overcome the humiliation of being thrown out, and worked up a new determination to fight to keep my family together. I applied for and got a tentative O.K. on a good job at the U.S. airbase, thirty miles away at Keflavik, and was preparing to go out there to 'Siberia' to support and help the family, even without the privilege of being with them or having my wife's love. But, just as I was getting on the bus which would take me to this horrible, isolated exile in Keflavik, Thora said "I'm not sure it will be any use!" I asked her what she meant, and she said she wasn't sure she would keep our marriage, no matter what I did.

In Iceland, marriage laws are almost nonexistent. To get rid of a wife or a husband, no matter how faultless they may be, one has only to go to the local preacher, who is also a government official, and announce one's intentions of being finished with the marriage. Automatically, and without any cause, such a person is granted a separation for one year – and then a divorce!

My beloved wife took me along, as if we were out on a 'date', to the same preacher who had married us and asked for the machinery to be started up for a divorce. I believed it was supposed to be a 'reconciliation hearing', as it was advertised, so I begged, pleaded, cajoled and argued. I even got down on my knees before my wife and implored her to save our family, but this only made her angry and she got down on her knees and said, "See, I can get on my knees, too!" After a bit more of this farcical 'reconciliation hearing', the preacher sent me down to the local city hall to sign some kind of paper the lawyers said I had to sign, and that was it! I remembered what day it was – October 28 – my little girl's birthday.

In an emotional hell which I am sure is the limit of human endurance, I begged my wife to get her father to use his influence to get me out of Iceland that night on a plane, which she did. Her father loaned me the fare and got the tickets, and I took off that terrible night.

As I waited for the plane to leave Orn, the brother of my wife's ex-husband drove up in his little car and I saw my wife beside him. He had been sympathetic and helpful before, and once again, lent his assistance. He got out of the car and told me to get in. Thora had come to say goodbye! She was pouring tears. I took her in my arms, sobbing too, and begged her to tell me why – but all she would say was that she wished it could be otherwise, more than I did!

In saner moments I might have paused to consider the madness of it all, but I can barely remember those terrible minutes. I couldn't stand it any more and jumped out of the car, entirely beyond control. They drove away into the blackness of the Icelandic night, and I stood there with the icy wind freezing the tears which poured down my face and dripped onto the black runway.

Everything in the United States was wrecked and gone when I got back. The business accounts which I had worked so desperately to obtain were gone, of course. My furniture, tools, and other possessions had all been hastily liquidated to pay for the trip to Iceland, and my political organization was mostly a memory. My friends were amazed when I returned, exactly one week from the day I left. But worse than these material losses, I felt that what religious people call a soul had gone out of my body. My will, my hope and my reason were all temporarily gone.

I went back to Yalacki's house and began to drink wine. I sold and hocked what little I had left in the world and became a disgusting bum. How anybody could have put up with me or stood by me, I will never understand. But my three faithful friends, Morgan, Yalacki and Fleming indulged me and seemed, somehow, to trust me. For hours and hours on end, I lay in the hard little bed at Louis' house and tried to understand how such a thing could have happened. When I hurt too badly inside to stand it anymore, I would bring out the wine bottle again and finally fall into a wretched slumber full of nightmarish re-enactments of the scenes in Iceland. But as the days wore on, I began to accept reality a bit, and started a conscious effort to jerk myself out of this suicidal mood.

I reflected that there was an unfortunate pattern to my life. For the second time I had lost a family, under similar circumstances. In business and creative effort, I had many times struggled and succeeded in producing something 'impossible', only to have it snatched away by non-creative, but tougher individuals – people who were not credulous, sensitive, gentle and overly-honest – as I had always been. I began to analyze how this had happened to me, every case I discovered it was the result of believing people and believing in them, so that I failed to take action at the first sign of disloyalty or hostility.

One of the horrifying things which happened to me in Iceland was my wife's answer when I asked her what I had done to violate our marriage vows, and if she did not also feel bound by her vows and oaths, as well as her letters in which she wrote of "everlasting love", etc. She replied coldly that these were "just words" and that "everybody breaks them." It was a cruel and brutal lesson, but one I needed desperately, for it is true. If such an unparalleled human being as my wife, such a loyal, faithful, long-suffering, good, kind and noble person could cast aside the most sacred vows and a family of six people after reaching a certain point of suffering, then indeed, all vows are just words.

People keep vows only so long as their happiness or what they believe to be their happiness depends on keeping them. I was forced to come around to foul, but unfortunately true belief of the Jews that you can't trust anybody. Cash on the barrelhead, force, power, punishment, reward and possessions alone are dependable in this world. My losses of my creations in every case had been the result of attempting to believe in promises, friendship, loyalty, love, etc.

Now an implacable destiny had graduated me from the hardest school in the world, and my diploma was inscribed in deep scars on my heart. Never again would I believe anybody just because they 'loved' me, 'promised' or because they were 'friends'. I had learned the maxim of all leaders: All men are cowards – only the breaking points are different.

But there was still another dividend from the emotional and spiritual disaster I had suffered in Iceland. Had I managed to fight my way back to, a united family up there, after the brutal and heartbreaking battle I had experienced, the warm love of my wife and children might have overcome my sense of duty to the Cause. I might have postponed for too long the all-out battle we have fought and won here, as a shell-shocked man eschews the trenches when he can. Who would leave a warm featherbed to jump into the icy torrents in which he will most probably be drowned?

Irrational or not, I have now come to the conclusion that my beloved wife acted her essential part in a drama neither of us understood, which is the only explanation for the crazy goodbye at the airport. She booted me brutally back into the fight which was the whole purpose of my life, as I had told her, almost the first day I met her. In hurting me more terribly than I believed possible for a human being to be hurt and survive, she gave me the one last weapon I needed in order to fight and retain my victory: the most impenetrable armor on earth!

From Guadalcanal to Guam, I learned in combat that the guys who try the hardest not to get hit usually get it, and often in the tail as they sneak over a coconut log. The guys who don't give a damn, who leap up and charge shouting, "Come on you sons of bitches – do you want to live forever!" – the immortal Marine battle-cry of World War I – often seem impossible for the enemy to hit!

They seem to bear a charmed life in combat. Rommel used to say, in the midst of battle, "Stand next to me. I'm bullet-proof!" And he was!

As I began to recover from my spiritual collapse, I found myself steeled and hardened, almost somnambulistic in my assured attitude. For the first time in my life, I just didn't care what happened. I became a willing tool of the titanic forces which had shaped my life. My wife had given me the priceless armor of fearlessness, and the realization began to dawn upon me that this wonderful woman had given me what I needed at just the right time.

Just about the time I regained 'consciousness', James Warner, the young man who had sent the Nazi flag, was discharged from the Air Force for his Nazi sympathies, and he appeared at Louis' house, ready to do what he could to advance National Socialism. The fact that this young kid was ready to devote his life to our cause and to my leadership was the shock I needed to snap out of my depression.

At the same time, two brothers in Baltimore, Bernie and George Hariss, had become interested in the Cause and got in touch with us. They invited me to have Thanksgiving dinner with them.

With Louis Yalacki, J.V. Morgan, the Harisses, Warner and myself, we had the makings of a Party again. I heartily heaved the wine bottles and the depression into the ash-can and have not touched beer nor liquor for a year now. As I had done once before in Iceland, in a similar situation, I drowned my sorrows in work and asceticism.

Warner and I had to find a place to live, since two of us were too many for Yalacki. We finally got a little cabin in the woods, almost 40 miles south of Washington – using Warner's name – and I set to work to rebuild the Party and to plan the drive which will take us from the bottom of nothingness to world power in 1972.

With little or no money, I had to invent some of fighting which would bring us maximum returns per penny. From the outset, it was clear that what we lacked in money we would have to make up for in personal courage and drive and I decided on public distributions on the main streets of Washington of the strongest possible literature concerning the most critical question possible. The Negro situation in the Nation's Capital was the tailor-made issue I needed.

At the present rate, the Capital will be all black in a very few years. Even now, the Whites are in headlong retreat, losing their property, their lives and their liberty at the hands of rampaging hordes of agitated Negroes. Even the 'liberals' are getting lessons they can't miss in Washington, and often it is the wives of the race-mixers who get raped.

By pointing out the facts – that it was the Communist Jews, not the Negro who were causing this impossible situation – and by being the only pro-White voice in this black wilderness, we would force the hand of the racial agitators, liars and newspaper censors. At first there had been four of us in Washington, but Louis and I had a falling out and he left the Party. Thus it was an 'army' of three Nazis who descended on Washington in the weeks before Christmas with our carefully prepared, but pitifully few handbills. Alone, we stood forth on the street comers with our red-emblazoned handbills, waving the sheets so that a passersby could see the huge letters: "WHITE MAN! ARE YOU GOING TO BE RUN OUT OF YOUR NATION'S CAPITAL WITHOUT A FIGHT?" On the back, each sheet documented the Jewish-Communist background of the trouble and the race-mixing. We minced no words, but openly declared our purpose to be the gassing of the Jew traitors – in accordance with the U.S. Constitution.

Results were not long in coming. We had little difficulty with the blacks, who pretty much ignored us, but the Jews went wild! They screamed at us spit at us, tore up the leaflets and threw them at us. They did everything possible to scare us and to have us locked up. The Corporation Counsel of the District of Columbia studied our leaflet and ruled that it was legal. That was before the full pressure of militant Jewry struck his department.

We persisted, braving the mobs of howling, screaming Jews – just the three of us. Sometimes one of us couldn't make it, and so there would only be two. We defied them!

Finally, the Jews resorted to their usual 'argument' when they are beaten by the facts: violence. A huge and wealthy Jew named Berman suddenly appeared with five other big Jews, grabbed my stack of leaflets, and started to scuffle until Berman was grabbed by Morgan. There would have been an all-out battle except for the instantaneous action of the police, who seized both the Jew and Morgan. The papers could no longer cover up such riotous action, as they had been ignoring the presence of Nazis with what the Jews called "gas-chamber pamphlets" heretofore. They simply had to report it!

In the meantime, the Jewish groups had been steadily pressing the Navy to throw me out, and the Navy had been as steadily resisting. I was doing nothing wrong or illegal and everybody knew it. But now, with publicity, they won their way, as cabinet officers and President felt the Jewish lash. The Navy called before a hearing board, and, although I demonstrated the absolute proprietary of all my actions as a Commander in the Reserve, and had an almost perfect record they hastily gave me an Honorable Discharge.

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Statement Of


United States Naval Reserve (1315 – 106684)

Presented at a Hearing Before a Board of Officers of the Navy Department Feb. 1960 at the Pentagon, Washington, D.C.


Before I present my defense against the charges which have caused the Navy Department to institute proceedings against my commission as a Commander in the Naval Reserve, I should like to express my deep appreciation for this fair opportunity to defend myself, and to assure the Board that I shall not abuse the privilege nor take any longer than may be absolutely necessary.

It may seem odd that an officer should express gratitude at the opportunity to defend himself against charges, but I am unhappily aware of other Reserve Officers in other services who have held far less radical political opinions than myself but who have nevertheless been summarily dismissed with no opportunity to present their defense at all, as I shall demonstrate later.

Newspapermen and members of the group I have opposed have assumed and in some cases even boasted that this hearing is an empty and meaningless formality, and the decision has been made before I received my first word of the proceedings in the newspapers and on the radio and TV. But, on the other hand the highest officials in the Navy Department have personally assured me that this hearing is NOT an empty formality, that it is NOT rigged, and I believe them, Gentlemen. I have loved the Navy and served it, and my Country loyally whenever called upon for almost twenty years, and I have never seen or known anything so dishonorable as would be such a procedure. I believe and trust in the assurance I have been given that, should the facts and evidence I give here so indicate, the Board will find that my private political activities have not and do not militate against my mobilization potential, and that the Board will recommend that I NOT be dismissed or discharged, in spite of the fearful pressure which all hands have told me has been brought to bear. And, should the Board recommend my retention, I have further been assured by the official concerned that the Board's recommendations will be respected and considered as they properly should.

With the deepest gratitude for a fair hearing, therefore, I have done my utmost to prepare a statement and gather evidence which, in the short time is reasonable, will, I hope, convince the members of this Board that it would not only NOT be in the best interest of the Navy and the Country to dismiss me from the service, but that my retention in the face of the organized pressure on the Navy Department will be a great and historic service to our American republic and our beleaguered people.

Now it is improbable that any of you gentlemen know me personally. Most of you have had no opportunity to form any judgment of me or my ideas and activities except through extreme, partial and distorted reports in a press which depends for its economic existence on the very group which I have opposed. I can imagine the thoughts which must have bounced around in your head as you prepared for this meeting – as you tried to picture the "lunatic"-the "odd-ball" – or the villain – you could not help but imagine this guy Rockwell to be. I am not hurt by such epithets. I am used to them. Every day hundreds of people come to see this "nutty monkey" in his "madhouse," which is as I would have it, because I am thus enabled to TALK to these people and win many of them. But I am concerned here lest this preconceived notion of my "madness" – or this PREJUDICE, might so color and influence the Board, quite understandably, that it would not be able to accept the hard facts and the evidence I have to present to it, except as the frenetic frothings of a "lunatic."

To help establish what I hope is the fact that I am a sane, reasonably intelligent and competent American, and that my facts and evidence are worthy of the most careful consideration, I should like to respectfully show the members a few copies of a magazine with which you may be familiar, U.S. LADY. This is a magazine for the wives of officers and men of the armed forces. Perhaps your wives read and enjoy it. It was I who started and organized and drove that magazine into business in spite of the statements of the best informed professional opinion that it was "insane" to try to launch an international magazine on less than a million or so. My total capital was three hundred dollars, and, without meaning to boast, Gentlemen, I was able to succeed with the "insane" project, where even such luminaries as Mrs. George Catlett Marshall and dozens of others with more funds and influence had failed. U.S. LADY is published all over the world and reprinted often in Reader's Digest. Again, this is not to boast, but to demonstrate that a man able to accomplish this specific task is not a "lunatic."

I should also like to submit to the Board a few copies of the American Mercury, for which I wrote articles, including the two here on the Marine Corps, defending it against the disloyal and vicious attacks which were then being made on this great arm of the Navy. In the process, incidentally, I learned another fact in the chain of evidence which drives me to my present political battle, of which more later.

I earnestly hope these two examples of my sanity and ability will assist the Board in examining my facts and evidence in the light of their probity or their cogency alone, and without regard to the supposed "hate-crazed" "lunatic" who presents them.

The official letter from the Navy Department which instituted these proceedings charges me with the following:

1. That I have been an active participant and leader of various organizations styled along Nazi lines.

2. That I have publicly and openly espoused race and religious hatred.

3. That I have used, or permitted to be used, my rank and status in the Naval Reserve in printed matter distributed to the public fostering racial and religious hatred.

4. That I have departed the U.S. without the Navy Department's permission.

5. That my status as an officer commanding men made up, at least in part, of members of the races and religions at which my propaganda is aimed is jeopardized.

First, let me say that I am guilty by oversight of the charge of leaving the U.S. without Naval permission. I was forced to send my family to Iceland where my wife's family lives, to avoid the persecution of ignorant or vicious persons who insulted, attacked, bombed and threatened my wife and little children. I went to visit them for only six days, and in the emotional stress of the occasion, forgot the rule about getting permission of the Navy. It would seem, however, unduly harsh to dismiss or discharge an officer from the Naval Service after almost twenty years and two wars for such an oversight, and I can assure the Board that it will not happen again.

The other four charges boil down to three things: (1) I have advocated racial and religious HATE, (2) I have used my rank and status in the Naval Reserve in an improper manner, and (3) my ability to serve the Navy and my Country again in positions of Command is so reduced by my private political ideas and activities as a civilian that I would be no use to the Navy in the event of mobilization.

I shall accordingly confine my defense before this Board to proving that:

1. I have never promoted or advocated hate EXCEPT of traitors or subverters and others deserving of the hate of all decent moral people, WITHOUT regard to their race or religion.

2. 1 have not used my rank or position in the Navy in any other manner or with any more impropriety than have all the other men such as senators and congressmen who have conducted a political campaign for election to office, as I am doing.

3. My mobilization potential is no lower than that of any other officer who commands men where there is a hostile racial situation, such as exists right now in thousands of cases.

Finally, I will do my best to show the board that it is not just sitting in judgment of one "odd-ball" officer, but that it is standing at a cross-roads in American history, as many a military tribunal before it has done, and that it has the hard but glorious decision before it of bowing to the pressure on the Navy Department, and continuing America on the downward path of despicable confusion, weakness and eventually slavery – or of standing tall and straight like their fathers and grandfathers, and putting the steel back in the American backbone which once made us so proud of "iron men in wooden ships."

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All of you gentlemen are Naval Officers with experience, I presume, at sea. I feel sure that some of that experience has been in wartime. Let me ask you how YOU would handle a very special situation.

Suppose you are a very junior officer aboard a cruiser, let us say. You are on a screen duty with a Fast Carrier Task Force. You are cruising blacked out on a zig-zag course in the inky darkness. You can't sleep in the heat below, so go up into the warm dark wind on deck. You are lounging up against a barbette while your eyes get used to the blackness of the night. You begin to make out the looming guns above you and the dark hulks of the carriers, destroyers and the other cruisers in the formation. Then you see what appears to be a tiny blinking light to seaward of the formation – but ON YOUR OWN SHIP! For a moment you are stunned, but you are sure it is blinking a code. You rush over to where it seems to be coming from and find the Exec lounging there! You ask him about it, flustered, and he scoffs at the very idea. Within two hours, all hands are piped to GQ, and there is a vicious submarine attack and a cruiser is blown in two.

You turn over and over in your mind what you saw, but it is all too mixed up and incredible. But you begin to watch the exec in a new way. Two nights later, you find him again on deck, and blinking a tiny light. This time you study it, and read it. It is the zig-zag plan for the watch. and GUNNERY OFFICER is with him! You are too appalled to think. But you are sure now. You must stop the treacherous officers before it is too late. So you go to the Captain. He is reading a detective story in his bunk, and scolds you severely for even suggesting such a wild and ridiculous idea, and disturbing him at such an inconsiderate time. A short time later there is another attack, and more ships go down. You get desperate, and go back to the Captain. He is furious, and the whole thing is exploded as preposterous. But from then on, things are different. The Exec and the Gunnery Officer see to it that your life is MISERABLE. You are discredited and given every menial or unpleasant task. The other officers, utterly unable to believe such treachery, make your life a very hell. No matter how hard you try to alert them or the Captain, the result is only more confirmation of your madness and vicious imagination.

I am sure it is unnecessary to continue the analogy, Gentlemen. Perhaps we are indeed wrong and mistaken in our beliefs as to the treason and treachery and subversion going on in our precious American ship of state, but if we are, then why is it utterly IMPOSSIBLE to get any hearing whatsoever for our charges of treason going on, and why are we damned and silenced eternally with nasty names, but with no investigation whatsoever of the FACTS we charge?

Let me ask you – would you not HATE the brother officer caught betraying your ship and shipmates to the enemy? Of course you would – if you were not queer! Is there anything WRONG with hatred of treason, treachery, cowardice and bullying? Can a man claim to be a good and moral man and NOT hate treason and treachery? Does the color of the traitor's eyes or hair or skin have anything whatever to do with the matter? Does it mean you hate a man's RELIGION because you discover him committing treason? Certainly not.

Over and over again, in all my publications and speeches I have repeated, "We hate or oppose NO man solely because of his race, which he can't control, and we do not oppose any religion or creed which does not first attack US!" Let me quote from several of the pamphlets we have issued. (Quote from front of "Who's a Hate Monger?," "We Challenge the Jews!," "White Man, etc., etc.,,). Those passages which we mean with every fiber of our being, should certainly dispel and disprove the charge that I or my associates have advocated hatred of ANY person solely because of his race or color, and that we have positively pressed for understanding and genuine help for the oppressed and innocent Negro people.

And we are positively NOT against any religion, insofar as it does not ATTACK us, our people or the institutions we treasure. We are not concerned with any man's way of worshipping God, unless it involves making human sacrifices of us, for instance, or is otherwise inimical to our welfare. Let me read again briefly from this little pamphlet, "Who's a Hate Monger?"...(First paragraphs on Creed)...

At the risk of overdoing this argument, please allow me to make this business of "hate" crystal clear; we do not advocate and have not promoted hate of ANY INNOCENT INDIVIDUAL or GROUP, BUT HAVE ONLY EXPOSED AND OPPOSED TRAITORS OR CREEDS WHICH ARE WORKING FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF AMERICA, OUR.PEOPLE AND,OUR IDEALS.

If you will check over our official printed program, you will note that it is scrupulously careful, again and again to set up safeguards to see that NO HUMAN BEING is persecuted or injured regardless of his race, color or creed, providing he has not tried to hurt US or commit treason. As a final example, let me submit the application form to join our Party, and point out the words of the oath signed by every member. (Read oath regarding expulsion from Party for persecution or harming of innocent people, regardless of race, color or religion, etc.)

Now, if exposing treason, even when it is committed wholesale by a small minority race of people, is "hate," then every district attorney in the country is a hate monger for prosecuting the excessively large number of Sicilian Italians who are found to be gangsters. Fifteen Americans have been exposed and convicted of selling out our atomic secrets to the Soviets, and of these fifteen, fourteen have been RACIALLY – not religiously – Jews. Seventeen out of twenty-one of the TOP U.S. Communists who were caught by the FBI, tried, convicted, imprisoned and then released by the U.S. 'Supreme Court were all Jews again. Not religious Jews, notice, because they are Communists and Communists are atheists but you have only to look at their faces to see that they are "Jewish looking," however distasteful that idea may be to tolerant Americans, and most of them make no secret of their RACE. The head of Soviet propaganda, Ilya Ehrenburg, is a RACIAL Jew. This is neither the right time nor place, gentlemen, to present the pounds of unimpeachable documents we have to prove to any normally intelligent person that Communism has been Jewish from its codification by the Jew Karl Marx to Lenin (real name Tsederbaum, see British Encyclopedia, 1920, Russian Revolution), Trotsky (real name Bronstein – see Trotsky's book "Stalin"), Litvinoff (real name Finklestein), etc., etc., etc., – almost to infinity – clear up to Khruschev, who was brought up in a Yiddish household, speaks Yiddish, and who boasted to Eleanor Roosevelt that even the wives of half the members of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet were Jewish right NOW (Washington Evening Star) – but that is the FACT. Communism is simply Jewish, and there is no escaping that FACT. Any member of this board who believes that that statement is a fabrication is invited to inspect the files of documents we have to satisfy himself that we are NOT crazy or preaching "hate" because we recognize a vital fact in the defense of – our Country and People.

It is getting more and more difficult for the filthy manipulators of public opinion to pretend that those of us who have discovered this GROUP treason by MOST of a small minority group are "hate mongers." Remember we do not say that ALL Communists are Jews, nor that all Jews are Communists – we simply state the bald fact that the leadership and driving force of Communism all over the world comes from racial Jews, and that far too high a proportion of racial Jews are the promoters of Communism, and that instead of deploring this fact and admitting it, ALL Jewish organizations, without exception, deny it hysterically and resort to the most fiendish means of pressure to drive to distraction any American who tries to expose the problem and deal with it decently and intelligently. But more and more Americans of unimpeachable records and honesty are beginning to see the problem every day, and to stand up to the barrage of smear and filth and oppression they meet for publicly exposing the situation. Admiral John Crommelin, General Stratemeyer, General Del Valle of the Marine Corps, and many, many other military leaders are inevitably getting educated to the deadly problem and combatting it with all their strength, in spite of the smear bund.

And it is not only the top leaders, gentlemen, who are discovering what is really going on. I have already briefly showed you the copies of American Mercury with my articles appearing therein. In order to gather first hand material for these, the Marine Corps was kind enough to give me every assistance at Parris Island to study the "brutality" situation at the beleaguered training base.

The forces bent on weakening and softening America for alien domination hate the Navy and Marine Corps especially for maintaining their aristocratic and authoritarian traditions, which are the foundation of high morale and discipline in a military organization, as any experienced commander knows. The outbreak of "brutality" charges, like the recent rash of "swastika" publicity were precisely planned by the termites eating at our foundations, and the episodes leading to the charges of Marine "brutality" had one amazing – and suppressed – aspect, which woke up a lot of Marines to what is going on. Most of the spoiled brats who complained so bitterly of the beatings and "brutality" of the D.I.'s were from the New York area, and I will give you only one guess as to what they were. I've talked to suffering G.I.'s in battalion after battalion, and got the same sorry story about the wise-guy little Yids from New York who infiltrated the training base apparently with the specific purpose of provoking the incidents so they could be exploited by their brother termites in the nation's press and information media. The D.l.'s knew it, the officers knew it, and I knew it – but I couldn't WRITE it, gentlemen, because of what the Bible calls "The Fear of the Jews."

Most of you here today could, I am sure, tell harrowing tales of what you probably believe is simply "SNAFU" – situation normal, all fouled up. But what you may not know, unfortunately, is that many of these "SNAFU" situations should be called by the more unpronounceable name of "SNPFU" – situation normal, PURPOSELY fouled up! There are civilians in top places over the military, gentlemen, who are PURPOSELY, I am sorry to say, doing all they can to create confusion, injustice, exhaustion and despair in our officers and men.

Again, gentlemen, I am aware that that seems too incredible to believe, so I have brought evidence and a witness of unimpeachable veracity to PROVE to you just one case, at the HIGHEST POSSIBLE LEVEL.

First, let me show you two photographs or photostats of a magazine, which I took myself at three o'clock yesterday afternoon in the Library of Congress. Here is the front cover of "New Masses" magazine, which I am sure you all know is the official Communist magazine. The date if December 8, 1942. Remember, this is not a "front" or a semi-Communist rag-this is IT, the REAL THING! On the front cover, listed as the contributor of an article, is Anna M. Rosenberg – and please note the middle initial, gentlemen. In this other photograph I have shown two inside pages of this filthy sheet of treason, and here is. the DRAWING of Anna M. Rosenberg. Notice that the Anna M. Rosenberg who wrote this Communist article is listed as the N.Y. State Regional Director of the War Manpower Commission, an office held by the "mistaken identity." Ann appointed to the second highest office in our defense establishment.

Now this evidence is EASY to get, even for me, all alone in the Library of Congress. For the FBI it is less than a cinch.

Can there be any doubt in YOUR minds as to the identity of this Anna M. Rosenberg, or that she wrote a Communist article for the official Communist magazine, "New Masses"?

Nevertheless, my brother officers and fellow Americans, this Hungarian Jewish woman, who was identified under oath twice as a Communist, and who wrote for a Communist magazine, WAS RECOMMENDED BY DWIGHT D. EISENHOWER AND GEORGE MARSHALL AND INSTALLED RIGHT HERE IN THE PENTAGON AS ASSISTANT SECRETARY OF DEFENSE FOR MANPOWER by Harry Truman, where she was master of all the hiring and manpower in our fighting forces!!!!

Perhaps this all sounds entirely TOO much to believe, so I have done my best to provide evidence you CANNOT discredit. I have asked one of America's greatest patriots to come down here and tell you how this Jewish Communist woman from Budapest was passed by your U.S. Senate to be master of our manpower, in spite of this horrible evidence of her disloyalty to this Country. Mr. Benjamin Freedman of New York, who is of the same race as Mrs. Anna M. Rosenberg – the race called "Jewish" – and thus cannot be accused of race or religious prejudice, is. one of the men who has sacrificed almost everything good and pleasant in life, as I have, to try to save a Country and people to whom he is LOYAL.

Although the terms are somewhat confusing because of semantic meddling, Mr. Freedman is what the man in the street would call a "Jew" – and we are Proud to say we will gladly protect Mr. Freedman and loyal Jews like him with our very fives. He has, like us, given up reputation, money, social position and almost everything else to expose and oppose TREASON – in our land. He has been willing to come down here from New York at his own expense to try to explain to you, his fellow Americans, just ONE example of the kind of TREASON which is taking place in this blessed Country. I am mighty proud, gentlemen, to present to you Mr. Benjamin Freedman, of New York City, who will tell you of his experiences during the hearings by the Senate into the fitness of Anna M. Rosenberg to be Assistant Secretary of Defense.

Thank you, Mr. Freedman.

As the last item in my case against Anna Rosenberg, let me point out to the board that I am well aware that I am under oath, that the penalty for open and flagrant perjury is severe, and that there are stern laws against criminal libel. Knowing all this, gentlemen, and conscious of the import of every word, I hereby state for the record that Anna M. Rosenberg is a Jewish Communist traitor to this Country. If this be a lie, let the forces which have precipitated this hearing to throw me out of the Navy use my open statement here to imprison me for both perjury and criminal libel. There will be no prosecution, you can be sure, because I can prove every word I have said in open court, and that is the LAST thing the conspirators and traitors want or could face.

And that, gentlemen, I hope, will serve to refute the first charge against me, and that I have been promoting or advocating racial or religious hatred. I have tried to show you, and I fervently hope you believe me, that I have preached ONLY HATRED OF TREASON AND SUBVERSION, particularly by Communism, and that I have given you a practical demonstration that I am NOT wholesale against "all Jews" by showing you what is unfortunately a rare animal, a GENUINELY anti-Communist Jew.

I am next accused of using my position as a Commander in the Naval Reserve improperly by mentioning it in our propaganda. I respectfully submit to the board. that I have mentioned the subject in only two pieces of literature, and only in an incidental fashion. In spite of some urging by associates, and though I believed it would not be improper, I have never printed pictures of me in uniform or with combat aircraft, etc. Here are the two pieces of literature. (Read quotes.) Now the propriety or impropriety of mentioning my service record and connections depends, it would seem, on the propriety, in turn of the literature on which the mentions appear. I am an honorable American who seeks a political career by being elected to office like any other American, in spite of the unorthodoxy of my views, and I believe I have the right to point with pride, as the saying goes, to my military record and honors the same as any other American seeking political office. Unless it can be shown that my literature is somehow immoral or wicked – which it CANNOT on the basis of facts, not nasty names – then I respectfully submit that the Navy has no more cause to dismiss me for mentioning my Naval record and position to further my political career than it has to dismiss the many other reserve officers who are senators or representatives and use this kind of material.

I further submit to this board that I have mentioned my service record and connection primarily because of the scurrilous and smearing attacks on my loyalty to this country,which I submit is beyond reproach. It seems only fair that a man who is unceasingly attacked in the press and by loose talk as "disloyal" should be allowed to mention his willingness to fight for his country, his record of having done so with honor, and his present position in his service.

The third charge, and the one easiest for me to understand, is that it might be difficult or impossible for me to command Jewish or Negro troops or officers in view of my ideas and activities, and that my mobilization potential might therefore be reduced beyond the point of any value to the Navy Department.

For two reasons, I do not believe that charge will hold water.

First on the RECORD, I have held and worked for the same ideas I now espouse a bit more dramatically for over ten years. While I was a salaried worker for the Campaign for the Forty-Eight States in Memphis, Tennessee, I was C.O. of Fasron 661 over at Anacostia, in the reserve Navy. I had Jewish and Negro officers and men, and never once allowed my private beliefs or opinions to violate my duty to Naval Regulations or policies. In fact, I discovered that two black mechanics in my squadron refused to try for advancement in rating, and that the reason was their fear of persecution and harassment by officers and non-coms who used sneaky methods to oppose Naval regulations and policies, and keep the Negroes "down" by invisible but very real pressure. I rose, as my officers can testify, at a meeting of Commanding Officers in the Ward-room, and adjured all hands to abide by the policy and rules and give the Negroes every chance they had coming to them, and to work to smooth the policy as much as possible. That is the TRUTH, and a check with my Jewish officer, for instance, Lt. Roth, will, I am sure, bear me out.

The second reason I am sure my mobilization potential has not been totally destroyed is that there are so many "hard-shell" southern White Men NOW serving in inferior capacities under Negro officers and non-coms, and there is no movement afoot to divest the Negroes of their commissions or positions, or to dismiss or discharge them as worthless. It would seem reasonable that if a young man from the back-woods of Mississippi can successfully serve under the orders and command of Colored Men, then the Colored Men and or Jews can also be asked, within reason, to serve under an all-out White Supremacist (in private opinion). In short, I respectfully submit, that all my fitness reports will show that I commanded by the BOOK, and my last Commanding Officer in Iceland especially noted, if I remember, that I was a fanatic on the subject of obeying regulations and policy, and can be counted on to do so if mobilized, regardless of the color or race of my men.

I believe I have shown this board so far that:

1. I have not promoted unfounded "hate" against ANY innocent person or group.

2. I have not used my Naval rank with an impropriety.

3. My value to the Navy and my Country in time of emergency is not reduced by my devotion to the fight to preserve my Country and my people in a private political organization.

Finally, gentlemen, I want to bring out an aspect of this presentation which is especially difficult, because it is hard to mention it without seeming impudent, or even arrogant. And I surely do not want to give this board any impression of arrogance or conceit. None is felt or meant. But I do feel, with all my heart, that this is much more than a simple hearing concerning the fate of one officer and his commission which he treasures. I believe that if I try hard enough and do well enough in my plea to you as brother Naval officers and as fellow Americans, you might see with me that this is one of those rare historic opportunities when men of decision stand at a cross-roads. How many officers have wondered what THEY would have done at the court-martial of Billy Mitchell, for instance?

Would they have rolled along with the crowd and the "right" opinion, or would they have had the vision and above all the COURAGE to stand against the colossal pressures of "right-thinking" people to vindicate the truth? History shows that usually they do not. From the days when all the "decent" "right-thinking" people nibbled grapes in the Colosseum and wondered at the lunatics" and "fanatics" who were fed to the lions as "Christians" – followers of the most HATED man of his time and for years thereafter – right up until today when a golf-playing Nero sits helplessly and unconcernedly in the White House while his people grow daily weaker and more confused before the subversion and treason of International Communism and Zionism, the human race has steadfastly persisted in lionizing its boobs and crucifying its saviors.

Here is where I tread the dangerous ground of apparent conceit, gentlemen, but I assure you I speak humbly and only out of the DEEPEST concern for our Nation and our people. I have given up my family, my income, my earning capacity, my social status, my comfort, my safety and often my liberty, and I may be called upon to give up my life – for something I believe in more strongly than the urge to preserve my own existence. It is only in THAT light that I say to you, my judges here, you stand at a great cross-road in American history, as did Washington at Valley Forge.

I BEG this Board to see our nation as it is "co-existing" TODAY, and to ask themselves if John Paul Jones would have begged the Captain of the Serapis if he would please not shoot but sail along beside the Bon Homme Richard because Captain Jones was afraid his crew might be decimated by the British big guns – or if Stefan Decatur would have invited the Barbary pirates to luncheon in his cabin and begged his crew not to stir up the brutes for fear they might be offended and want to fight!!!

Five of our top Generals and Admirals in the Korean War testified before Congress that they could have WON the Korean War, the first lost war in our history, but that they were ORDERED not to win by enigmatical forces in Washington's bureaucracy. General Clark, I believe it was, even testified that he got FORGED ORDERS demanding withdrawals, and that he was unable to get any investigation of this monstrous TREASON. In view of the evidence presented here against Anna M. Rosenberg, do you gentlemen have any doubt as to WHO ordered us to lose that war – and all our courageous men – or WHY?

At this VERY MOMENT, the Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army is a man named Lemnitzer – and he is the man who testified before the Congress that it was he who prevented the arming of South Korea as provided by Congress, and thus precipitated the tragic Korean War. Our honest military planners realized that defenseless South Korea would inevitably attract a Communist invasion – as it DID, and appropriated millions of dollars to arm and train South Korea. Lemnitzer was the man put in charge, and he nonchalantly testified that he prevented delivery of ALL arms and ammunition, and delivered ONLY exactly $27.00 worth of barbed wire!! Yet he has been picked as top military officer.

There are only a very few officers here, gentlemen. But so were there a few at Thermopolae, or Horatio's Bridge – or Valley Forge. But they realized their task and stood up to it manfully and successfully. I realize the pressure that has already been brought on the whole Department for over a year, to oust me. Here is one clipping which flagrantly shows not only who is bringing the pressure, but how they lie and misrepresent. The Anti-Defamation League of B'nai B'rith headlines in THEIR paper (while suppressing all word of our activities in other papers) that we are "threatening American Jews with the gas chamber" – when the truth is, as we have pointed out over and over again, that we threaten ONLY traitors, Jews or non-Jews alike. They also admit that they have pressured the Navy Department to oust me, and I am aware of the pressures that may be exerted on the members of this board should they conclude that it would be utterly wrong and cowardly to oust me in the face of this dishonest pressure.

But that will be small sacrifice if we can at last show the manipulators and subverters, the traitors and the liars that the blood of our fighting forefathers still flows in our veins, and we will NO LONGER BOW BEFORE THREATS AND PRESSURE.

It is impossible for me to change twenty, thirty or forty years of opinion-forming based on information WHOLLY on one side-in a matter of minutes here today. The most I can hope to have done is demonstrate beyond question in only one or two of the thousands of cases available, that you are being cheated, lied to, and wrecked as military forces by a criminal gang of traitors such as Anna M. Rosenberg, that the million and one vexations which you lay up to Pentagon "red-tape" are often as not the result of PLANNED and SPREAD confusion and disruption, as demonstrated at Parris Island – that your blessed nation and its long-suffering, tolerant, easy-going people are in deadly danger from RIGHT HERE IN THIS PENTAGON and HERE IN AMERICA, – far more than from overseas.

On my honor as an officer, by all that I hold dear and sacred, my brother officers, I swear to you that there are TRAITORS crouched in the darkness at the life-lines of America, signalling their treachery and treason to their cohorts abroad and leading you in tolerance and "brotherhood" to your destruction! And I HATE them, gentlemen!! They boast they will "bury" you, and they are DOING it, by stealth and by guile. They DESERVE our hate.

Our flag-ship of state is utterly surrounded by wolf-packs of submarines, and I and my suffering, persecuted brother patriots have CAUGHT THEM RED-HANDED signaling to the enemy. We have tried to alert our "ship-mates" – and we are hounded and driven and damned for our pains. The turn-coats have won the favor of the Captain; they control the writing of the ship's log; they control the stores and the quartermaster at the wheel so that we are running in circles.

I am all alone in my warning, and, as has happened a thousand times in history, nobody wants to hear or believe my ugly news about men who appear to be loyal shipmates. Nobody will investigate my FACTS, and there are almost none to stand before the howling mobs who have been trained to shout "hate monger" at anyone discovering these FACTS.

I humbly and most earnestly BEG you, gentlemen, to come on deck with me and SEE for yourself the treacherous signalling going on in the dark. Before you dismiss a loyal officer from an organization he has served for twenty years at the behest of a pressure group, look for YOURSELF at the traitors blinking to the enemy fleets out there in the night. Stand with me, if only for a moment, at the life-lines of America, and you will understand WHY, after two bloody wars in which millions and millions of Christian White Men have been killing each other, – we are in worse shape than EVER BEFORE.

I am not ashamed, gentlemen, to IMPLORE you – show the traitors and subverters that there are still MEN in the United States Navy who will NOT bow before the promoted pressure of hysterical public opinion, nor before the direct pressure of a gang of professional manipulators and secret terrorists. The question here is not one officer and his fate, but: Can mature and alerted American military men CONTINUE TO BE STAMPEDED by an organized minority bent on treason and subversion of our nation and people?

They are up there at the life-lines NOW, flashing their treachery to the enemy, poised and ready! Come top-side and, for the sake of your Country and your God, SEE what they are doing!

Then square your jaw as your forefathers did, steel your will, and tell these sneaks that America has TURNED AT LAST! Tell them that there are STILL iron men in the United States Navy who cannot be bullied and frightened into dismissing a loyal and hard pressed brother officer for standing up to traitors!

In the best traditions of the Naval Service, Gentlemen, tell the bastards to go to hell!

Lincoln Rockwell, Commander United States Naval Reserve