The life of Ben Klassen

The future fate of mankind now rests on the success or failure of the creed and the program of the Creativity movement. We have reached that crucial stage In the history of the human race, a watershed, you might say, where it will either regress and degenerate into a horrible monstrosity of mongrels, who are incapable of either feeding themselves or governing themselves, as exemplified by Somalia, Ethiopia, India, Pakistan and dozens of other countries populated by the decrepit mud races. On the other hand, we can progressively march forward to a Whiter and Brighter world, as Nature in the most creative and benevolent of her many plans intended mankind to progress as the epitome of her creation. We have now reached that momentous crisis in the history of mankind, and, whether we like it or not, the decision will be made in the next generation, or even more likely, in this decade. That decision will be made, one way or the other, either by us, or by our enemies. As to whether the human race will be further debauched by the Jewish conspiracy into a mass of starving, clawing mongrels and savages, unable to either feed themselves, or govern themselves as a civilized society, depends entirely upon us. As to whether we, the White Race, will be able to muster the will and the determination to fight for our very survival, and save Planet Earth for Nature’s Finest, now completely rests in our hands. Only Creativity has the creed and program with which to do the job, and do it thoroughly. And that, my friend, is the stark, undeniable fact of the world situation as it faces us today. * * * * * In September of 1984, my wife and I visited the huge 40-acre religious compound of evangelist Oral Roberts, located on the outskirts of Tulsa, Oklahoma. It was founded In 1962 as the Oral Roberts Evangelistic Association In downtown Tulsa. However, Oral Roberts proved to be such a dynamic and successful huckster that the organization soon outgrew Its cramped downtown quarters and purchased a 40-acre tract outside the city for greater expansion. And expand it did! Soon he was in the process of building the Oral Roberts University, a huge complex. He also built a unique television complex. He also built a unique television broadcasting station that had a dias which housed the studios and broadcasting facilities high up on a tower, so that looking at It from any direction it looked like a huge cross. And the money kept pouring In by the tens of millions. He had more money coming in than he knew what to do with. When Henrie and I visited the compound in 1984, he had a few years earlier conceived of a new idea as to how to spend all that surplus money. He claimed he had had a vision of a 900 foot tail Jesus Christ standing before him, telling him to build a hospital equally tall, namely 900 feet. With his usual energy, he plunged into the project with a vengeance. It was a crazy idea, out of all proportion to the needs of the area, but he went ahead anyway. When we visited the place in 1984, he had one part of it half finished, when he ran out of money. Checking the situation lately, (1993) I am told that as a hospital, it was a complete operational failure, and he has given a 30-year lease on one of the towers to The Cancer Treatment Center of America, and the other two of the three towers are standing vacant, unused, and waiting for a tenant. And that, as far as I
know, is where the situation is floundering today. But that is not the crux of this narrative. Oral Roberts is about the same age as I am, now In his middle seventies, and he realizes that he is mortal, that his life and energies are coming to an end. He was, and is an expert con-artist without equal, and his whole empire was built on lies, fraud, nebulous promises of pie-in-the-sky when you die, or the threat of fry-in-the-sky if you don’t comply and come across with the shekels. He has been extraordinarily successful, but con-men with such talents are rare. Now that he is nearing the end of his life, he is worried as to whether anyone can fill his shoes and keep his empire from falling apart. He is recently quoted as saying “Success without a successor is failure.” He is absolutely right. There is nobody who can duplicate his artistry as a con-artist, and since he has come up with nothing but the same old fraudulent promises and Jewish lies as have been around for centuries, I predict that upon his death his empire will fall apart, just as did Jimmy and Tammy Bakker’s even before their death, and just as did Jewish communism. * * * * * I cite the Oral Roberts story in order that we may better understand the importance of succession and continuity. In building the Creativity movement for the ages, we too, are manifestly concerned with competent succession. But there the similarity ends. Whereas we have not been anywhere nearly as masterful in raking in the money, or in promoting propaganda, or in building our membership, we do have the winning formula in our hands. We don’t have to lie to anybody, we don’t have to make false promises of pie-In-the-sky-when-you-die, or promote a passel of fraudulent Jewish lies in order to build our movement. Our religion is based on the Eternal Laws of Nature, on the experience of history, and just plan good common sense. Our Race is our Religion. We see the world and the universe as it is, not based on stone-age myths, but on fact and verities as they are in reality, and our conclusions and actions are governed by those facts that are substantiated by observation and sound reasoning. Above all, our goals are the loftiest and most noble ever conceived by the mind of man, namely the Survival, Expansion and Advancement of Nature’s Finest. Because of these fundamental verities I have the utmost confidence that we will win in the end, while all these other Jewish shibboleths will fall by the wayside. * * * * * As anyone who has read Racial Loyalty, or any of my books knows, we have been searching for the Great Promoter for the last fifteen years. As everyone also knows, I am not he, and never pretended to be. I am merely a philosopher and a writer, and in no way am I the expert promoter that Is embodied in an Oral Roberts, or a Jimmy Bakker, or a dozen other television con-artists. I believe the time has come when we must now face up to reality. No longer can the White Race afford to be led around by the nose through Jewish Christianity by these deceptive Jewish stooges to our own detriment and destruction, mongrelization and enslavement. We must now face reality and fight for the very survival of our precious race. In order to successfully do so we must first of
all have a militant and powerful creed around which the whole White Race can unite, rally and build a power structure with which to smash the enemy. That we now have in Creativity, fully structured and completed. Secondly, since our creed is based on the Leadership Principle, we must have an astute and determined leader to take charge of the movement, promote it aggressively on a massive scale and on a worldwide basis. As I have said numerous times before, I realized from the very beginning, that whereas I had finally structured the first and most comprehensive racial religion for the survival, expansion and advancement of the White peoples of the world, we needed the great leader to spread our creed and beliefs, and I was not that man. By 1992, I felt that not only could I never fulfill that role, but due to the ravages of age, I could not even carry on my routine duties. To whom could I turn? None came forth to the challenge. Rather than let the movement die, as a last resort I thought about moving the Headquarters to Milwaukee, under the leadership of 24 year old Mark Wilson. I called a meeting and made them a proposition they could not refuse. I have already described that move in full detail in a previous chapter, and need not repeat it here. At that time I had full confidence in both the integrity and the loyalty of Mark Wilson. Unfortunately, I was wrong on both counts. No sooner did they have $95,000 in cash in their hands (from the sale of the North Carolina Headquarters, as I had promised them, $5000 of the $100,000 being consumed for transfer and shipping), plus at least a quarter of a million dollars worth of books and other materials, when strange things began to happen. Instead of having the guts of using his real name, Mark hid under the alias of Brandon O’Rourke, a cowardly act indeed. Instead of acknowledging the honor and trust I had bestowed upon him. Mark never acknowledged his now proffered position as Pontifex Maximus, not even a thank you note, not a letter, absolutely nothing. When I kept reminding him (at least a dozen times) that such offer was not binding unless accepted in writing, he repeatedly kept lying to me he would be sending it out shortly, but in seven months he never did. He just kept promising he was “gonna, gonna, gonna.” I began to get a strong impression that his word was worthless. The situation about publishing Racial Loyalty was similar. In seven months they managed to put out only two editions, and neither one of them being much to the credit of the movement. He began to have visions of grandeur about himself, and had the idea that before anyone could become a Reverend of the church, they had to personally appear before him on bended knee for approval, even if they had to travel all the way from Sweden. Because of his arrogant stance, we lost one of our most ardent workers in Europe, the Rev. Tommy Ryden from Sweden, a great man, not to mention a number of others, all because of this idiotic tactic. Worst of all, whereas they never had had more than thirty cents in their pockets before and didn’t even know how to set up a bank account (I had to give Mark explicit instructions) now that they had all this free money at their disposal they began to throw it around like it grew on trees. They now paid themselves salaries, (it was formerly a volunteer organization) and purchased a ten acre piece of real estate out in the woods that they didn’t really need. But the worst crime of all, they hired Steven Thomas, a felon, as their key office manager. I had warned Mark about Steve Thomas’ record as a
felon who had spent four years in the Leavenworth Penitentiary for one of the worst crimes imaginable. He had raped a woman in Vietnam, then shot her to death. Furthermore, because of his connection with the George Loeb incident (which I have also described previously) Steve was now on parole, threatened with imprisonment, and had to report to his JOG superiors regularly, a perfect inside pipeline for the Jews to get every scrap of information as to what was going on at our C.O.T.C. Headquarters. I told Mark time and again to get rid of this JOG informer, but he did not. Again, he was gonna, gonna, gonna, but he lied to me repeatedly. In the meantime, the headquarters was spending our money lavishly, and it was going down the drain. Something had to be done. * * * * * On October 14, an impressive looking gentleman drove up to my house in North Carolina in a Lincoln Continental, rang the doorbell and introduced himself as Rick McCarty. He was neatly dressed, in suit and tie, and seemed to be an individual of some distinction. I invited him in, and we had a comprehensive conversation that lasted about two hours, regarding our religious movement, Creativity, which is what he had driven up from Niceville, Florida to see me about in the first place. To get the full story, I suggested he read all my books. I gave him a complete set and he paid me $50. He said he already knew something about our movement and had contemplated starting a church group in his area. * * * * * In the meantime, things were going from bad to worse in Milwaukee. Rick and I had several more telephone conversations about the situation, and he suggested he would like to come up for another visit. He said that he had read every one of my books and he had several ideas which he wished to discuss with me. I let him know that I was most receptive. We arranged for a time compatible to both of us. He arrived in his Lincoln Continental at 4:30 PM on Tuesday, January 19, staying at the Best Western in Dillard. We agreed to meet at the Cupboard Cafe in about an hour and have dinner together. Rick McCarty gave me a briefing on his background and qualifications. He was a psychologist headquartered in Niceville, Florida, and had a Ph.d degree in psychology. He gave lectures and seminars on psychology, and also had attended a number of Klan and racial rallies. He said he was responsible for doubling the membership of Tom Robb’s Klan group, but he couldn’t go along with their Christian orientation. He also volunteered he had been married twice, but unfortunately both marriages had ended in divorce. He had a thirteen year old daughter by his first marriage. He was evidently a man of many talents, and said he also specialized in the brokerage of business firms, as well as reorganizing and restructuring ailing companies. All this entailed a lot of lecturing and a lot of traveling, some of which often took him to cities in Europe. Having read all my books, he was especially interested in Creativity, and believed it was
the only movement that had the viable answer to the Jewish tyranny over the White Race and the peoples of the world. Only through a racial religion such as Creativity could we now unite and save the White Race from mongrelization and total slavery. He volunteered that if he could become head of it, he could put Creativity on the map and make it a growing, powerful worldwide organization. In fact, he was most eager to do so, and that is why he had come up to see me. I was most Interested, and from the credentials he had volunteered, he seemed well qualified. We had a lot more discussing to do, and would sleep on it and discuss It further the next day. I told him that I had planned to go to Toccoa the next morning to see my printers about final details on my book, On the Brink of a Bloody Racial War, which they were in the process of completing, and that they had a sample of the cover to show me. We could talk about his offer further while we were on our way to Toccoa and back. During the drive to Toccoa, we finally came to an understanding, and I decided with the way things were going in Milwaukee, a change was necessary, before they squandered all the funds I had entrusted to them. Furthermore, with an inside informer such as Steve Thomas in charge, a change was imperative, costly and disruptive, though undoubtedly it would be. I decided I would take Rick up on his offer, despite all the disruptions it would undoubtedly entail. The first thing he would need to make the changeover, he said, was a Power of Attorney from me so that he could represent me as if I were there myself. We went to my attorney’s office, Bobby Key, and picked up a sample of a model of a Power of Attorney, then fashioned it to fit the purpose that it would apply only to affairs concerning the Church. My understanding was that it was to be only a temporary tool to be useful for the difficult negotiations he would encounter in dealing with the Milwaukee group. I typed it out on my computer in my study, then went to the bank and had it notarized. That was Wednesday, January 20. We called Milwaukee and informed them of our intentions. One of the first things I informed Mark Wilson of was the basic fact that since he had never acknowledged my offer to be Pontifex, we had never had a binding contract, since in order for an agreement to be binding it requires both offer and acceptance. I had already spelled this out to him in detail in a letter I had written to him a few days earlier. When we returned from Toccoa, I called Mark, told him Rick McCarty was here, and we were going to make the change in leadership and location of the Headquarters. However, through telephone tapping and the Jewish spy system, they were already well aware of what we were doing even before I called, and all hell broke loose. With his Power of Attorney in hand, I let Rick do most of the arguing, negotiating and wrangling. This entailed a number of people and went on for the rest of the day until Rick left for his motel for the night. It continued on further the next day until Rick left for Florida at 4:30 PM, January 21. * * * * * Since January 24 was the first anniversary of my wife’s death, my daughter Kim and I
wanted to be together in remembrance of this tragic day and to console and comfort each other. She arrived alone at 4:30 PM on Saturday the 23rd. It was so kind of her to come and be with me. I needed the moral lift and consolation, as also did she. Next day, Sunday the 24th, we spent most of the day talking about the happy times the three of us had spent together, what a wonderful wife and mother Henrie had been to us. We reminisced about our trip to Europe in 1967, about all the other enjoyable trips we had taken to Mexico, to the Keys, to the Bahamas, to Hawaii when Kim was seven years old. We even recalled coming up to North Carolina to dig for rubies in Franklin when we first moved to Florida in 1958 and several years following. We looked at old photo albums, in many of which Tammy, our lovable dog, was also present, and fondly remembered all the interesting incidents and places we had shared. It was a nostalgic day. That night I took Kim out to the Dillard Restaurant where we each had a Prime Rib dinner. She stayed on through Monday, and helped straighten out the house, since I had not been the best of housekeepers. At 1:30 PM the following Tuesday, we said a tearful goodbye for now, see you again soon, and she returned to Martinsvllle. * * * * * Meanwhile the battle between the Milwaukee group and Rick McCarty continued by telephone. Finally it was decided that Rick would fly up to Milwaukee and work out a settlement. In the meantime, the letter I had written on January 18, a day before Rick arrived at my house, was on its way to Mark Wilson, in which I laid down the ultimatum. Mark claimed he had not yet received it, although it was now January 26. It read as follows: January 18, 1993 Rev. Mark Wilson C.O.T.C. P.O. Box 340377 Milwaukee, WI 52234 Dear Rev. Wilson: On June 14, 1992, I sent you a letter appointing you as my successor as Pontifex Maximus of the Church of the Creator. Despite my numerous reminders to you that such an appointment requires written consent of acceptance and to make it binding, and despite your numerous promises and assurances you would do so promptly, seven months have now gone by and still I have never received any such written statement acknowledging acceptance. Not even a thank you note for the honor of the offer, nor for the hundreds of thousands of dollars of money, books and materials donated to your group. Nor has any of this even been acknowledged by you. In order for any contract to be binding, it must have both an offer and an acceptance in writing. You have failed to do so, and are evidently even too cowardly to use your true
name in public. Such are not qualifications for leadership of a great movement as important as I consider the Creativity movement. I am therefore revoking my offer to you as my successor, and the Transfer of Leadership letter is now null and void, even if you should now send such a letter of acceptance. Your position as Pontifex Maximus was never confirmed, the offer is now revoked, and therefore you never did have any legal claims to that position. You do not now, nor in the future. I remain the Founder, the Leader, and the Pontifex Maximus until such time as I appoint a more qualified and cooperative appointee. I have such in mind, one who is ready, willing and able to come forth before the public in his own true name, and will accept in writing such appointment and responsibility for leadership. What prompts me to take this summary action is that your performance for the past seven months has been extremely disappointing. After seven months I still have to see the second edition of Racial Loyalty come out of your office. You have knowingly placed in the nerve center of your office a man you knew to be a criminal felon, a rapist and a murderer. That in itself is a heinous offence against our organization worldwide, as witness the letter and resignation of a great man, Rev. Tommy Ryden, of Sweden. I am enclosing a copy with this letter. Not only is Steve Thomas a hard criminal, but he is, as you very well know, under probation, and you can be sure that he reports every move that transpires in your office to his JOG superiors. I have repeatedly demanded that you get rid of him, and you have told me repeatedly you would, but you lied to me. You even gave me a deadline date, Jan. 15. Yet when I called H.Q. on the 16th, there he was, answering the telephone as usual. I was surprised, and when I said that I understood he would be gone by the 15th, he said he knew nothing about that. What is your explanation? Secondly, for a man that is supposedly in supreme command, you are almost impossible to reach. You seldom return my calls, or call at all. Your private telephone is constantly changing, or disconnected and you seem to deliberately avoid contact with me. Now that I have granted you large sums of money, and large quantities of books and materials, you are under the false impression that you can damn well do as you please. You couldn’t be more mistaken. We are not helpless. You are no longer In authority. You will soon be replaced by a person who has better judgment, better promotional and speaking abilities, and superior leadership qualifications. Also H.Q. will be moved and Racial Loyalty published monthly and promptly. For the good of the movement and for your own best interests, I suggest you resign quietly and promptly, after setting your house in order, and this letter need not be published and broadcast to our membership. But in any case, your position as Pontifex Maximus was never legalized, and your authority in assuming such is null and void. For a Whiter and Brighter World, Creatively yours, B. Klassen, P.M. Certified Mail No. P 508 570 718
Rick McCarty left Niceville late in the afternoon of the same day, January 26. Mark Wilson picked him up at the Milwaukee Airport and drove him to his hotel that evening. The real negotiations started the next day. Rick had a tough nut to crack. He was facing a hostile group on their home turf. Furthermore, they had all the money, the books, all the materials and other valuables in their possession, although their legal and moral position was weak. Armed with my Power of Attorney, I further reinforced his position by sending him his Credentials as Pontifex Maximus by Overnight Express Mall, which arrived on the first day of the negotiations, as did the letter I had sent to Mark a week earlier revoking any claims he might have to that title. Considering all the odds stacked against him I think Rick did a remarkable job as a negotiator In reaching any agreement at all, albeit we did not get all that was due us. Perhaps his training as a psychologist was of some help. Here is the agreement they finally reached after two days of haggling. Mark claimed of the $95,000, they now only had $65,000 left (Rick and I perceived they really had more.) Of that amount Mark wrote a Cashier’s check in the sum of $50,000 that would go to the new C.O.T.C. Headquarters in Florida. The Milwaukee group could keep 5% of all the books they still had, and all the office equipment they had purchased with the Church money. This also included the 10 acres they had bought. Since they had recently also received the two large book shipments of the second printing of Nature’s Eternal Religion (of 10,000 books) and also the same quantity of The White Man’s Bible, plus all the other books that had been shipped to them from North Carolina In June of 1992, it took two huge freight trucks to convey all this material to Florida, with the new Headquarters paying all of the freighting costs. Rick made all the arrangements with the freighting companies, prices, places, etc., before he left. Unfortunately, not all the materials in Milwaukee were in one place, but in two, but Rick had made arrangements for the truckers to pick up at both places. When the goods arrived about a week later, which consisted of most of the books, the trucker had refused or failed to stop at the second place. Missing were all of our large Portfolio No. One, all of the nearly 5000 posters of the Church (Mobilize the White Race!), almost half of the second set of posters, also the 8 x 10 black and white photographs of myself, and some other materials. We still haven’t received the rest of that merchandise, but will persist until we do. * * * * * The Transfer of Leadership Certificate. l sent Rick by Overnight Express was worded exactly the same as the one I had sent Mark Wilson seven months earlier, but which had never been acknowledged. Here Is an exact copy of the document i sent to Rick on a C.O.T.C. letterhead on January 25, and which he received in Milwaukee the next day: Transfer of Leadership I am hereby resigning as religious leader of the worldwide CHURCH OF THE
CREATOR, and appoint you, Dr. Rick McCarty, as my successor with the title of Pontifex Maximus. This resignation and transfer is effective as of January 25, 1993. I will still remain president of the North Carolina corporation called The Church of the Creator, Inc., on a temporary basis. You will serve out your term for the balance of the decade, and a new Pontifex will be selected during the year 2000 C.E., in accordance with our creed and program. You will further set up a group of 12 true, tried and trusted believers from our membership, to be called the Guardian of the Faith Committee, whose duty it will be to act as watchdogs over our creed as set forth in our Sacred Books, in keeping it pure and consistent, and prevent it from ever being altered, adulterated or tampered with. They will also have the power to enforce this edict. During the several years between now and the year 2000 you will also try to institute a Leadership School to train our future leaders. You will also set up a College of Electors whose duty it will be to select the best trained and most capable leader, when the time comes to select your successor. It is most important that we choose the most dedicated and capable leader best qualified to carry on the duties and responsibilities of this high office. Signed, this 25th day of January, 1993 Ben Klassen, Founder On this 25th day of January personally appeared before me Ben Klassen, known to me, who executed the above document. Witness my hand and Notarial Seal this 25th day of January, 1993. Teresa McDaniel Notary Public My commission expires: 11/15/94 Unlike Mark’s non-response, I received a prompt and enthusiastic acknowledgement from Rick when he got back to Niceville, (although he pre-dated it for January 25). It reads as follows: January 25, 1993 Mr Ben Klassen It is with the utmost respect and honor, that I accept the leadership position as Pontifex Maximus. I also accept full rights to Power of Attorney in all matters concerning the Church of the
Creator on a world wide basis. Including all the responsibility that entails. At this time allow me to extend my gratitude for the Faith you have in my ability to complete your work. To take up the banner of the Church of the Creator and carry it to victory. As Founder of the earths only White Racial Religion, you have made history. I can only say, it is beyond words to express the awesome pride and honor! feel, To have had the privilege of knowing a man of your magnitude. Through me, your life work will continue and on the day of our victory a special holiday will be declared. Through out the White World, bands will play. Armies will march and every man, woman and child will honor your name. Thank you Ben Klassen. Your are my HERO Your Friend Dr. Rick McCarty * * * * * When Rick left Milwaukee, he also had been given a copy of the mailing list. Whether it had been doctored and a number of the better prospects had been left off, we are not sure. In any case, he had a big job ahead of him. His first job was to put out the next issue of Racial Loyalty and send it out to everyone on the mailing list he had. Instead of taking several months to do this first job, he had a twelve page issue of Racial Loyalty put together and out within the first two weeks, in which, of course he also broke the announcement to our members that we had moved our headquarters to Niceville, Florida, and that the Church was now under new Leadership, with Rev. Rick McCarty being the new Pontifex Maximus. The paper was well put together and had many good articles in it, the lead article being written by the Rev. Eric Hawthorne, from Canada. On April 4, the book printing press in Toccoa, Georgia had completed its printing job on the 10,000 copies of our new book, On the Brink of a Bloody Racial War. I had instructed them to ship 8500 copies to our new headquarters in Florida. I had also given the printers instructions that 1000 copies were to go to one of our ardent distributors in Mississippi (Dick Liggett, P.O. Box 717, Raymond, MS 39154), and 500 copies to John Brooks, P.O. Box 68, Pinole, CA 94564. I had made these promises to these loyal supporters some time before I had met up with Rick McCarty, or had any ideas that we would be making any drastic changes, and now that the book was finished, I honored that promise. The next thing that Rick accomplished before he had been in office less than a month was to get himself invited to appear on the Sally Jessy Raphael talk show where he could expound upon Creativity before a nationwide TV audience. The subject was White Collar Racists, on which he appeared with three other White representatives and four black racists. The in-house audience consisted of niggers, homos, and other hand-picked anti-White rowdies, all of which were, of course, extremely vocal and hostile to
the White Race. The problem with such a setting is, of course, that there is much shouting, much confusion, and there is really very little time to get your point across. However, Rick gave a good accounting of himself, and the show was aired on March 18, 1993. A copy of the tape is available from our C.O.T.C. Headquarters, P.O. Box 411, Niceville, FL 32588. * * * * * This pretty well brings us up to the present and I must end the book at this point in time and get it to the printers before some unforeseen calamities, or the uncertain turbulence of world events, make even that impossible. Only time will tell. Certainly we are living in a chaotic and unpredictable era of history in which the whole civilized order, and the White Race in particular, could be demolished by the fiendish Jewish juggernaut within this generation. The only force that can prevent this most horrible catastrophe from becoming a reality is an informed and united White Race Itself. Nobody else will, or can, do it for us. At seventy-five, this is undoubtedly the last book I will write. I have dedicated the last twenty years of my life and all my worldly resources to try to awaken the White Race to its impending peril, and I have done all I can. I am finished, and this book can be regarded as My Last Will and Testament. Now the younger generation must pick up the torch and fight the battle. In so doing, we must, among other things, make an Intensive search for the White Financial Angel to back up, bankroll, and finance this tremendous operation. There are still 500 million White people on this Planet Earth, all of which in their heart of hearts, I am sure, want to see the White Race survive, prosper and expand. I have exhausted my resources in waging the fight over the last twenty years and I am sure there are millions of White people who are multi-millionaires who have a lot more financial resources at their disposal than I ever had. There are quite a few families, in fact, who are worth billions. There is, for example, the Sam Walton family of Wal-Mart, who, I understand, is worth 23 billion dollars. There is the Ross Perot family, who are worth a few billion. Then there is Ted Turner, who not only has tremendous wealth, but with his CNN Network has tremendous media power as well. Then there are the Hunts of Texas, and their oil fortunes, there are the Fords, the Rockefellers, the Adolf Busch family of Anheuser-Busch, the Coors of Coors beer, and dozens of others who are in the billionaire or near billionaire class. None of these people are Jews. And then there are hundreds of thousands in the hundred million dollar category, in the ten million class, of whom we have never even heard. I am sure that there is at least one among all those affluent White people who alone could bankroll our movement over the top and never even miss a few millions. It is our duty to seek them out and make the situation clear to them that it is they who have the most to lose if we don’t win this battle against our mortal enemies. And who are our mortal enemies? The evidence is out there, plainly for every thinking person to see: the Jews and the mud peoples who are flooding the world and seek to enslave and destroy us. They are our enemies, and they hate us with a vengeance, and their program to destroy the White Race is now in high gear. It is your beholden duty to go out and find some of these White financial angels we were talking about earlier and enlist their aid. We, the White Race, have the financial means, we have the intelligence, and we have the potential power to prevent the destruction of our race and our civilization. It is all blueprinted in stark and comprehensive detail in our RACIAL RELIGION. We must now promptly get our act together and take firm, resolute and ruthless action to implement that plan and we must do it now! A tremendous responsibility rests upon the shoulders of our leader, and whether he can succeed or not depends upon his drive, his energy, his perseverance and his wisdom, but most of all, it will depend upon your energetic and unstinting support, financially, morally, and above all, the zeal with which you help organize and spread the word in your own territory.  DELENDA EST JUDAICA! RAHOWA! This is my Last Will and Testament to the White peoples of the world.