Yesterday was a very sad day indeed. It was raining, as if Nature was mourning over the passing out one of its beloved sons. I looked at the news monitor, read on and remain in suspense for a while. One of the Great Aryan Men and Great Leaders of White Nationalist Movement David Lane has died overnight. It was inconceivable: I have believed it will never come to pass. Yet it did happen: the heart of the Great Aryan Man has stopped forever, manifesting the passing over of the whole epoch.

David Lane was born on November 2nd of 1938, in Woden, Iowa. His father, particularly when drunk, was a truly despicable creature. He sold David Lane’s mother to his buddies and to strangers for booze money and beat the entire family, often with a razor strap. He left his family about 1942. His mother tried to support the family during these hard waning years of the depression by singing and playing the guitar in a bar. But her income was nowhere near sufficient. In the spring of 1943 David’s brother was caught rummaging in a neighbor's trash can for potato peels with which he was supplying the family with food. This led to an investigation by county authorities, and the children were placed in an orphanage. In 1943 David was adopted out of the orphanage through a Lutheran adoption agency. His stepfather was a doctrinaire, fundamentalist Lutheran minister from the old school. His stepmother was a gracious and extremely intelligent woman Both of his stepparents claimed Danish extraction, and were determined to raise their adopted son as a good Danish Lutheran, yet David wanted none of it. He often had to change schools as the family moved. The new boy had to fight, sometimes progressively up the ladder of ever older and tougher boys, until he was either the total victor or defeated. For a skinny kid he became exceptionally tough and a bit of a loner. When playing soldiers he always wanted to be the German and proudly chanted "Heil Hitler" and "Sieg Heil" while giving the Roman salute.

At age twelve he overheard a conversation that sickened him. A young man was bragging of his time as a soldier in America's occupational forces in Germany immediately after World War II. He told of how he could "have" German girls for a little bit of food or clothing. These were White girls of a proud and ancient people, the defenders of our race against such invaders as the Moors and the Mongols of Genghis Khan. And now they were reduced to selling their favors to a stranger. In the mid-fifties he attended High School in Aurora, Colorado. Already though, he began to question the moral authority of the system. He knew something was wrong: he was capable of achieving any grades desired but was not interested; as early as in 1954 his teachers were advocating the mixing of races into one brown mass.

A year or two after High School he went to work for the local power company and became an electrical trouble shooter. He married Mary Lou, who had been the head majorette with the Aurora High School marching band. Having little in common, the marriage soon dissolved. In the early sixties he first became aware of how corrupt America had become. Cover-ups in the Kennedy assassination and the Vietnam affair made apparent to many American patriots that powers alien to America's claimed role were running things. Sealing records in the Kennedy case, for example, was a proof of something fishy: in a truly free society the government does not conceal anything from the people. At this time David was introduced to the John Birch Society. When someone gave him a pamphlet detailing Jewish control of the media he only had to take the time to verify its truth in the library and elsewhere. From there everything fell into place, particularly the obvious anti-White bias which until then made no sense to David, since most jews appeared to be White on the surface.

By 1978 his research was essentially complete and the real problem was sharply delineated in David’s mind: the Western nations were ruled by a zionist conspiracy. Since the zionist conspiracy above all things wants to exterminate the White Aryan race, David Lane decided that his duty was to focus all attention on that vital issue and made it into a motto – the famous "14 words": We must secure the existence of our people and a future for White children. Unable to find an organization with the structure and aims necessary, and realizing that breaking the media curtain was the highest imperative, he designed a pamphlet called "The Death of the White Race." He set out on a campaign to distribute it to every other home on the Colorado front range and in the Denver suburbs.

Needless to say, this attracted the attention of jewish groups soon and they began to use their power against him. By that time David had secured a Real Estate Broker's license and had his company. The jewish-controlled media forced the Colorado Real Estate Commission to take away his Broker's license because he refused to sell homes to coloreds in White areas. Rather than giving up he got a job at a title insurance company which allowed him unrestricted access to a photocopy machine. Each morning he would run off 500-1,000 copies of "The Death of the White Race" pamphlet. Lunch hours and evenings were spent stuffing them in books in libraries, bookstores and placing them under automobile windshield wipers. David had friends collect thousands of the free advertising newspapers from shopping centers. On Friday nights he would wrap the pamphlet around them with a rubber band. Then Saturday night they were delivered on people's lawns and driveways. Eventually, he was illegally arrested by the police that confiscated his literature. The jewish-controlled media, however, used the event to crucify him and he never again secured worthwhile employment. In addition, his new wife was unable to handle the pressure, and trouble began which led to divorce after twelve years of marriage. Nonetheless, David kept up the propaganda work, serving with the Ku-Klux-Klan and Aryan Nations, until meeting Robert Jay Mathews in 1983 at an Aryan Nations conference.

When speaking of the Bruders Schweigen it is necessary first and foremost always think of Robert Mathews. Only his combination of charisma, purity, courage, determination and motivation could have melted together such a diverse and headstrong group of men. When raising an army of volunteers one cannot give orders. So Matthews led by exactly that method, "leading." He left a man of honor no choice. If on a Monday morning he said, "I'm going a' Viking," he was about to load up his equivalent of a longboat, a Chevrolet, and one had to follow. On September 22, 1983, Robert Matthews invited a total of nine men to join him for a meeting in a building on his property near Metaline Falls, Washington. Ten chairs sat in a circle, the extra holding a portrait of Der Fuhrer. A White baby was placed in the circle and the nine vowed to secure a future for that White child. While some of those who attended that meeting, David Lane included, could well say, " had we not done so we would not now be spending our lives in prison under ridiculously long sentences of up to several lifetimes, " they could also perhaps say, "had we not met Matthews we would not be fulfilling some duty or destiny on behalf of our race." Robert Matthews told himself at that time that he guessed he would last a year. He was killed by the federals fourteen months later.

The exploits of the Bruders Schweigen have been detailed elsewhere with varying degrees of accuracy, so I will not relate them. I will, however, relate David Lane’s experiences with the democratic injustice system. He was captured on March 31, 1985 in North Carolina and tried in Seattle. The prosecutors have absolutely no shame in fabricating perjury and false evidence or in the methods employed to gain perjured testimony. Even the FBI experts from the crime lab lied about voice prints, about fingerprints, about ballistics or whatever the prosecutor wanted. In Seattle David was tried under the Rico Act, was charged with violating Alan Berg's civil rights as part of Rico and given 20 years. He was, also, charged with conspiracy to violate his civil rights and given another 20 years running consecutively: clearly double jeopardy. Two years later he was charged and tried in Denver Federal Court with conspiracy to violate Berg's civil rights, because he was a jew and had a job. Finally, he was tried for sedition. By the addition of the words "he was a jew and had a job," it became a new offense and therefore was not double jeopardy, according to the Court. By changing the wording in an indictment, by changes of jurisdiction and other equally insane reasoning the federals justified trying a person virtually as many times as they liked and never did it become double jeopardy. So, the Constitution does not exist in a Federal court.

David Lane, however, continued his struggle from jail cell, writing insightful comments on current events and foundational principles of the Movement (available at http://www.davidlane1488.org/). His activities that were bringing in more and more followers were a constant irritation for the jewish power structure that controls American public life, so they decided to get rid of him once the political climate becomes beneficial to that abhorrent goal. On the evening of May 28th 2007 the CIA hit squad well likely to have entered the cell of David Lane and ended the life of that Great Aryan Man.

The death of David Lane marked the end of the whole epoch of Great Aryan Leaders of old, like Dr. Pierce, Robert Matthews and Pastor Butler. Each of them has chosen his own path, made a significant contribution and more than a full measure of devotion toward the Lofty Cause of White Victory, Freedom and Independence; and each is solely missed by us, the living. I looked at David Lane’s eyes, thinking of his feelings at the moment, when he was fighting the jewish tyranny alongside his Order brothers. I was confident there was no fear in them, only the sense of duty; and I thought will I be able to be as strong and resolute when the day comes.

P. S. April Gaede is collecting donations to provide for proper cremation and memorial of David Lane. If you want to send a donation, make your check payable to: April Gaede, PO Box 1342, Kalispell, Mt 59903.