THE ROBERT W. WHITAKER ARCHIVE

GENOCIDE IN THE SLAVE DAYS | 2004-08-14

The Hottentots who inhabit the Desert in what was once called Southwest Africa, down at the end of the continent, are the remnants of a race that once covered almost all of Africa below the Sahara. They are now almost extinct. They would be extinct if the white man had not come when he did.

This tiny remnant is now called the Capoid race. Today's blacks, who took Africa from them only recently, are called Congoids.

Nobody cares. The Hottentots don't have any votes or money, so nobody mentions it.

The black race of today did not give the Capoid race reservations and reparations when they took their land the way we did for the Indians. No black man has ever felt the slightest tinge of guilt about driving the Capoid race off its land and out of existence.

None ever will.

In the days of slavery, that slavery we feel so guilty about, blacks were wiping out the Capoids and taking their land. When poor little Kunte Kinte was taken by blacks and sold to whites (no white man ever captured a black man the way the fictional television miniseries Roots depicted it), the poor little black race was committing full-scale genocide against the Capoids.

No black will ever feel the slightest tinge of guilt about this and no one will ever expect him to. There's no money in it.

DAVID DUKE, THE FACE OF HERESY | 2013-06-05

Flying from Columbia to Washington once, I rode up with Senator Strom Thurmond.

As a multimillionaire, Strom had put his family up in First Class.   But since his trip was on the taxpayers' dime, he sat back in Tourist Class with the peasants, cattle and Staff.

Being in Tourist, we were three across.  An obvious bureaucrat leftist type sat beside us at the window, and spoke not a word to Strom, even when Strom offered him some peanuts.

We always looked upon Not Speaking as a sign of trash, but it is considered the height of aristocracy in New England.  That guy is probably still telling people how he refused to speak to Strom.

Strom was not devastated.

I have been around a lot of Public Figures, but there is only one who is identified with our particular Heresy.

And being white IS heresy, a word which cannot be emphasized too much.

If Dr. David Duke is attacked, the press will give a very friendly report of the attackers.

Absolutely no one else would get as little sympathy as Dr. Duke.

If a raving "kill Whitey" black has violence committed upon him, we all know the media will distance themselves from it.

This is what I mean by Heretic.   The blanket protest against all violence is applied by the media to everyone else, religiously.

But in Europe the utterance of our Heresy is punished by law.   In America it is sanctioned by The Silence.   William Buckley praised  European Hate Laws in one of his last columns, and violence against us is implicitly encouraged by both our Established Faith and its kept "Opposition."

I had number of courses in Unarmed Combat under various titles during my career.   Yes, you do learn how to kill with your hands, but there is more to it.

On his book covers, David is in coat and tie.  His thin face makes him look like a slender man.

But in person, especially in a home visit, Dave reminds me of some other lessons the Unarmed Combat Professor gave us informally.

Lessons on who NOT to take on.

It is no accident that Strom Thurmond could do his age in pushups plus one until he was eighty.

David has excellent health reasons for staying in athletic condition.

In our society, at least until we join the Europeans in actually burning the heretics, it is a good idea for a public Face of Heresy to keep in fighting  trim.

A MAN WITH A MEMORY LOOKS AT INTEGRATION | 2001-05-05

Mississippi has just signed a civil rights lawsuit settlement that requires it to spend more money on its black colleges and universities. This demonstrates a landmark liberal failure, but YOU WILL ONLY READ IT HERE.

All those who are allowed to speak, meaning liberals and respectable conservatives, are required to have no memory. But I remember that one goal of the civil rights movement was the abolition of overwhelmingly black education on every level.

Integration, as only some black leaders now admit, was supposed to bring on the millennium in education. Races were supposed to be the same in everything but skin color, so the only thing preventing equal education was separate schools.

Southerners who actually cared about blacks said black problems could best be dealt with in black schools.

If I had told an integrationist in 1960 that the NAACP would be fighting for better funding for overwhelmingly black higher education in 2001, he would have laughed at me. It turns out that having a black higher education system is indispensable in dealing with many black problems.

In 1960, as today, liberals laughed at the common-sense solution to any problem. Back then I insisted that punishment, not "rehabilitation," would reduce crime. That was very unfashionable in 1960.

It is generally conceded today that the more repeat criminals that are locked up, the lower the crime rate will be. Only the truly hypnotic left still believes that criminals are merely "victims of society." For example, the New York Times said last year that, "Crime is on the decrease, EVEN THOUGH PRISON POPULATIONS HAVE INCREASED."

As usual, what is a contradiction to a liberal is common sense to a sane person

Today's young folks have an answer to that kind of totally warped inability to face reality. They say, "Well, DUHH!"

BLOOD ON THE KEYS | 2006-11-01

I just explained to Mark something he already knows:

Mark, the Mantra and HERESY! did not spring out of my typewriter fully grown, as you well know. They are so good htat nobody NOTICES it outside our little circle.

One thing that makes writing a book such a misery is that you do it ALONE. I have over 23,000 words in draft. The big question is, is it still on an understandable subject in an understandable direction or have I wandered too far?

I dread submitting it to anybody for a read.

First, I will have to listen to their ritual bit about they "have a life" several times. Then they will tell me I should read oneof the two books they have read since I gave them the manuscript.

Finally, at long last, I will call them the fifth time and they will say, yes, they read it last week.

The reason I am so exhausted and so anxious is that writing 23,000 words for publication is hard work. But it may all need to be started again from scratch. Whether or no I can proceed depends on my getting someone else to read it over. This is a BIG deal.

After the ritual "I've got a life" and "Why don't you read the books I have read since you sent me this" comes the announcement that they did read it last week. Now comes ANOTHER painful ritual.

I want to know. I NEED to know, if it makes sense when someone reads it over the way a regular eader would. Everybody knows that a writer has a hard time proffing his own spelling. You need someone ELSE to edit it.

So, finally, this person has read it, though they didn't bother to tell me so. Now comes the NEXT ritual:

"I read it and I've been thinking about it."

"Yes, yes, what's the verdict?"

"Well, I know you ran it through your spellchecker, but I still can't decide whether you spelled "peanut butter" right. Shouldn't there be a hyphen in there?

In the movie "Telefon" someone was able to kill the person on the other end of the line. I want to find out how to do that.

No, I did not write the book so people could check my spellchecker. I want to know if people can read it and if it follows. The time you spent reading magazines last week would be enough to read it over quickly, which what the reader will do, not even taking those two books into account.

How is the book coming? I put the intro here. I put a later chapter here.

Nothing back about whether it flowed or makes sense.

I am taking them out. I need a reader who will READ the damned thing.

And I am going to stop writing this before I bust a gut.