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10-15-2004, 11:12 AM
Preface paragraph to this thread: This true account of what just happened at my store is so bizarre that I am writing it down longhand Thursday night, and will drive to the Green Bank library tomorrow to post.
I feel as if I need the input from fellow VNNers. Truly, this encounter startled me. I hope to recount everything accurately enough that you will feel some of the same perplexing emotions as I did just a few minutes ago.
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There was a rush of customers, for a remote country store, this weekday evening. In the middle of the mini-deluge, two White men and a woman walked in. One man I recognized as a 38 year old happy-go-lucky, personable fellow who is popular and likes his beer. I had never met the couple with him. They were somewhat younger, the man about 34 and the woman perhaps 25-30. She was very clearly the brightest of the three, as I quickly learned from conversing.
So right off the bat, she asks me, as I stood behind my counter in my little study-alcove if I have "seen Eric lately". My mind is racing because I've been trying to memorize all the locals' names for the last month since I opened (Gray's Store, Aryan Autographs and 14 Words, L.L.C.). I'm thinking to myself- "Eric, Eric, Eric", and embarrassingly- I came up empty. So she says "Gliebe".
Well, as some of you know, I originally moved here because of my admiration for the past works of the NA (and more minorly, cause of the high elevation, the fact that there are only 72 muds in the county, no building codes etc.)...so I was pleased in the moment to meet a fellow racist. (I should know better. Not all NA people are racists- by a looooong shot!). In any case, I figured she was at least "White politically aware", else Eric Gliebe wouldn't be hanging out with her.
....So I bantered a friendly bit about how I'm not in NA, am, rather, a Creator and in White Revolution- both memberships of which I am proud and never hide. I explain how some in the NA don't like me cause of my White Revolution membership and the Strom-Linder thing. I mention I'm a VNN mod, and she nods knowingly (actually looks "appreciative") and that I used to post a lot on Stormfront etc. She mentions that she "talks to Eric a lot", "sees him all the time", and "is going to call him later tonight". So I ask if he is presently in Pocahontas County. Because I understand that he resides in Ohio, and last year I had his home phone number from up there. I even explain the fallout I had with Jamie Kelso (CAL). I ask her if she knows Jamie, and she nods slowly with lighted eyes and a demure smile showing all surety.
She then apprised me that "they'd just had a big meeting in Marlinton last week". I said, "Oh, I didn't know that. You're in the NA?"
"No", she answered, "but I'm friends with a lot of them."
"That's good", I say, genuinely and guilelessly pleased to meet one who I think is racially conscious, politically aware- a bright local White girl...she was clearly more sophisticated than any other local female I've met in her age bracket. After some more racialist conversation during which I lament the mud murder/rape rates of White women and show her my color photos of Eugene Terre Blanche behind the cash register together with the cadaver shots of White Boer farmers, she suddenly says to me: "You have some black in you too. We all do".
This causes immediate, serious pause. I knew a racialist would be highly unlikely to state with pat certitude such a pronouncement (and I have blondish-brown hair and light blue-gray eyes, so she obviously was not getting any visual clues from my being). I immediately mentioned my direct paternal lineage to Plymouth, 1632; to Kent, England, 1154; and the fact that Howell Cobb, the head of the Montgomery Convention which essentially founded the Confederacy, shares his 5th great grandfather as I do my 8th.
"How is it you have 'lots of friends' in the NA, and you say something like that? That sounds like something an anti would proclaim."
"I'm Elizabeth", she sweetly says, extending her hand.
"I'm Craig. Nice to meet you." Then, get this!...the instant after I just end my quick "I'm Craig, nice to meet you", she properly ends the normal handshake, brings her hand and arm back to her side and adds, as if she were still back making her original intro without the segway of my six words, [COLOR=Red]"..One of Eric's Jewish friends." [/COLOR]
Right here I have to state a few facts. I've said them before. But I'll restate them. I still greatly admire the flyer work of many NA members in the field. And I don't personally have any problems with the NA top guys, apart from being aware that Strom doesn't like me due to my VNN-Linder association. (Kelso is not a "top guy" in the NA). It does bother me that friends, acquaintances and posters whom I admire and who certainly know more than I do about (past or present) upper level NA goings-on...guys like Billy Roper, Alex, Fred Streed, White Will, Tom Martin, Ben Vinyard, Chris Quimby etc. I admit that it's impossible for me to believe that the past public and private statements of so many fine racialist leaders are totally berift of any veracity, merit or accuracy.
And another thing must be stated: Being an admitted Jewess, she could have been manipulatingly lying or exaggerating. My personal feeling, my "take" is that she was not. I know at least one of the guys with her is local (too), and he didn't gainsay a word of hers. I did finally notice that she had a semitic look which many Whites are unfortunately, coincidentally cursed with by fate. Had I met her in NYC instead of in the far flung White outpost, I'd have suspected her Jewishness from the outset.
Well, if her other "racialist friends" might perhaps have overlooked explaining the White perspective to her, she certainly wasn't going to get past me. "I have a lot of 'Jewish things' in my store", I quickly boast to her. "See? I was working on this whiteboard sign: 'God's Chosen Kohn-Kerry- Because Worse Is Better To Wake Up White People', and I'm listening to Michael Weiner Savage's maniacal ravings and kvetchings for Israel, as you can hear." Then I showed her my framed 'NY Times' of Monday, August 7th, 1933 in which Jew Samuel Untermyer, the author of the 1913 Federal Reserve Act, declares holy war on Hitler, calls the Jews the "aristocrats of the world", and calls Jews who ride on German ships "race traitors". I point out how Whites are currently villified by Jews as being "haters" for simply stating that WE are the "aristocrats of the world", hate "race traitors" and, at least in the case of Creators, recognize that we are currently engaged in an ongoing, vicious "holy war". My place is a veritable public temple of White Supremacy (and I have a beer license to...har, har, har!). She gets the tour.
LMAO. By the time I got round to laying a Panzerfaust Schoolyard Project CD on her taller local companion who was known to me- and I specifically recommended "Bound For Glory's" "Hate Train Rolling"- and proudly stated that Jeff Schoep, the head of the American Nazi Party was a friend of mine, "Eric's friend" was turning red, either choking or having great difficulty swallowing, and clearly exhibiting histrionic signs of wanting to take flight. I'm afraid it put her over the top when I calmy made some inflammatory (but here unrepeatable) personal opinion upon the morality of "group murder"..."executed similarly to how it is now being done to Whites by the Jewish press and powers".
Eric's girlfriend's sputtered and choked parting words, as she sidelong exited the door were: "White people are just jealous because we Jews stick together, and they don't".
I suppose she'll perhaps have to try and continue her ruminations on that topic and others with Eric via his private phone number. I don't think she likes me, and I don't think she'll be back. Good riddance, tricking, sticking-together jude vermin. No quarter. Fini.
I feel as if I need the input from fellow VNNers. Truly, this encounter startled me. I hope to recount everything accurately enough that you will feel some of the same perplexing emotions as I did just a few minutes ago.
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There was a rush of customers, for a remote country store, this weekday evening. In the middle of the mini-deluge, two White men and a woman walked in. One man I recognized as a 38 year old happy-go-lucky, personable fellow who is popular and likes his beer. I had never met the couple with him. They were somewhat younger, the man about 34 and the woman perhaps 25-30. She was very clearly the brightest of the three, as I quickly learned from conversing.
So right off the bat, she asks me, as I stood behind my counter in my little study-alcove if I have "seen Eric lately". My mind is racing because I've been trying to memorize all the locals' names for the last month since I opened (Gray's Store, Aryan Autographs and 14 Words, L.L.C.). I'm thinking to myself- "Eric, Eric, Eric", and embarrassingly- I came up empty. So she says "Gliebe".
Well, as some of you know, I originally moved here because of my admiration for the past works of the NA (and more minorly, cause of the high elevation, the fact that there are only 72 muds in the county, no building codes etc.)...so I was pleased in the moment to meet a fellow racist. (I should know better. Not all NA people are racists- by a looooong shot!). In any case, I figured she was at least "White politically aware", else Eric Gliebe wouldn't be hanging out with her.
....So I bantered a friendly bit about how I'm not in NA, am, rather, a Creator and in White Revolution- both memberships of which I am proud and never hide. I explain how some in the NA don't like me cause of my White Revolution membership and the Strom-Linder thing. I mention I'm a VNN mod, and she nods knowingly (actually looks "appreciative") and that I used to post a lot on Stormfront etc. She mentions that she "talks to Eric a lot", "sees him all the time", and "is going to call him later tonight". So I ask if he is presently in Pocahontas County. Because I understand that he resides in Ohio, and last year I had his home phone number from up there. I even explain the fallout I had with Jamie Kelso (CAL). I ask her if she knows Jamie, and she nods slowly with lighted eyes and a demure smile showing all surety.
She then apprised me that "they'd just had a big meeting in Marlinton last week". I said, "Oh, I didn't know that. You're in the NA?"
"No", she answered, "but I'm friends with a lot of them."
"That's good", I say, genuinely and guilelessly pleased to meet one who I think is racially conscious, politically aware- a bright local White girl...she was clearly more sophisticated than any other local female I've met in her age bracket. After some more racialist conversation during which I lament the mud murder/rape rates of White women and show her my color photos of Eugene Terre Blanche behind the cash register together with the cadaver shots of White Boer farmers, she suddenly says to me: "You have some black in you too. We all do".
This causes immediate, serious pause. I knew a racialist would be highly unlikely to state with pat certitude such a pronouncement (and I have blondish-brown hair and light blue-gray eyes, so she obviously was not getting any visual clues from my being). I immediately mentioned my direct paternal lineage to Plymouth, 1632; to Kent, England, 1154; and the fact that Howell Cobb, the head of the Montgomery Convention which essentially founded the Confederacy, shares his 5th great grandfather as I do my 8th.
"How is it you have 'lots of friends' in the NA, and you say something like that? That sounds like something an anti would proclaim."
"I'm Elizabeth", she sweetly says, extending her hand.
"I'm Craig. Nice to meet you." Then, get this!...the instant after I just end my quick "I'm Craig, nice to meet you", she properly ends the normal handshake, brings her hand and arm back to her side and adds, as if she were still back making her original intro without the segway of my six words, [COLOR=Red]"..One of Eric's Jewish friends." [/COLOR]
Right here I have to state a few facts. I've said them before. But I'll restate them. I still greatly admire the flyer work of many NA members in the field. And I don't personally have any problems with the NA top guys, apart from being aware that Strom doesn't like me due to my VNN-Linder association. (Kelso is not a "top guy" in the NA). It does bother me that friends, acquaintances and posters whom I admire and who certainly know more than I do about (past or present) upper level NA goings-on...guys like Billy Roper, Alex, Fred Streed, White Will, Tom Martin, Ben Vinyard, Chris Quimby etc. I admit that it's impossible for me to believe that the past public and private statements of so many fine racialist leaders are totally berift of any veracity, merit or accuracy.
And another thing must be stated: Being an admitted Jewess, she could have been manipulatingly lying or exaggerating. My personal feeling, my "take" is that she was not. I know at least one of the guys with her is local (too), and he didn't gainsay a word of hers. I did finally notice that she had a semitic look which many Whites are unfortunately, coincidentally cursed with by fate. Had I met her in NYC instead of in the far flung White outpost, I'd have suspected her Jewishness from the outset.
Well, if her other "racialist friends" might perhaps have overlooked explaining the White perspective to her, she certainly wasn't going to get past me. "I have a lot of 'Jewish things' in my store", I quickly boast to her. "See? I was working on this whiteboard sign: 'God's Chosen Kohn-Kerry- Because Worse Is Better To Wake Up White People', and I'm listening to Michael Weiner Savage's maniacal ravings and kvetchings for Israel, as you can hear." Then I showed her my framed 'NY Times' of Monday, August 7th, 1933 in which Jew Samuel Untermyer, the author of the 1913 Federal Reserve Act, declares holy war on Hitler, calls the Jews the "aristocrats of the world", and calls Jews who ride on German ships "race traitors". I point out how Whites are currently villified by Jews as being "haters" for simply stating that WE are the "aristocrats of the world", hate "race traitors" and, at least in the case of Creators, recognize that we are currently engaged in an ongoing, vicious "holy war". My place is a veritable public temple of White Supremacy (and I have a beer license to...har, har, har!). She gets the tour.
LMAO. By the time I got round to laying a Panzerfaust Schoolyard Project CD on her taller local companion who was known to me- and I specifically recommended "Bound For Glory's" "Hate Train Rolling"- and proudly stated that Jeff Schoep, the head of the American Nazi Party was a friend of mine, "Eric's friend" was turning red, either choking or having great difficulty swallowing, and clearly exhibiting histrionic signs of wanting to take flight. I'm afraid it put her over the top when I calmy made some inflammatory (but here unrepeatable) personal opinion upon the morality of "group murder"..."executed similarly to how it is now being done to Whites by the Jewish press and powers".
Eric's girlfriend's sputtered and choked parting words, as she sidelong exited the door were: "White people are just jealous because we Jews stick together, and they don't".
I suppose she'll perhaps have to try and continue her ruminations on that topic and others with Eric via his private phone number. I don't think she likes me, and I don't think she'll be back. Good riddance, tricking, sticking-together jude vermin. No quarter. Fini.