Carolina QuotesHarold Covington
North Carolina · born or raised1953–2018
American neo-Nazi (1953–2018)
- Born in Burlington
- Studied at Chapel Hill High School
novelist, white supremacist, podcaster
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Does anybody really believe we can someday take over and put all the niggers on boats and send them back to Africa? Do you believe it? I don’t. The niggers simply will not go—even if we could take power legally, we would have to kill them all. Do you have any idea how many men it would take to track down and wipe out thirty million jungle bunnies, fifteen or so million spics, plus all the Jews, Filipinos, Haitians, boat people, etc.? Is there any realistic chance that we are going to assemble that type of following in our lifetime?
If anybody in authority thinks I'm an exemplary citizen, then obviously I must be doing something wrong. I wish the sheriff would clue me in. Where did I go right?
There are many closet Nazis in the Republican Party. Most conservatives are closet Nazis. If you scratch a conservative you'll find a Nazi underneath, just as if you scratch a liberal you'll find a communist. I don't think ignorance played that much of a role. Either way, the Republicans don't come out of this looking too hot. There are 56,000 people in this state who are either Nazis or fools.
Am I paranoid? Yeah. You'd be, too, if you received death threats constantly like I do. I'd recommend every white man know how to use a gun. The white man must re-barbarize and reclaim what is his.
It's chic to be a liberal, a lesbian or a Jew. A Nazi is the true non-conformist.
We don't need to prove experience in the existing order. That didn't stop Hitler. We will create our own order. Does that seem like a simple answer? Of course, it's simple. The NSPA had simple answers. If you want to cure inflation, get rid of the niggers. It's so easy. Why feel guilty? You see, being a Nazi means never having to say you're sorry.
I for one, can’t give up even if I wanted to. The Jews are the most cruel, vindictive, and viscous [sic] people on the face of the earth. They never forgive and never forget, and even if I tried to flee they would hound me and harass me and never rest until they had destroyed me. But what is more, I don't want to give up. I refuse to accept this incredibly evil world as it is. I refuse to accept the destruction of my race and my civilization. I refuse to lie down and die like a slave.
The destruction of the Myth of the Six Million in the minds of Aryan peoples worldwide is one of the most important tasks the Movement faces. It may be said that when we have won the battle on the Holocaust, we will have made National Socialist revolution certain. Without their precious Holocaust, what are the Jews? Just a grubby little bunch of international bandits and assassins and squatters who have perpetrated the most massive, cynical fraud in human history.
Why did I tolerate Braswell if he was such a loon? The answer is simple and tragic. I liked him. I knew he was crazy, but he was crazy in an engaging sort of way. Both Frank and Pat have a personal charm which tends to mask their character defects, and this charm has allowed them to pull the wool over many a White patriot's eyes for some time. In this way they have had the operational assistance of a number of enthusiastic proponents, including me. I am as much responsible as anyone else for the Braswells' inflated reputations in the Movement. I covered their flamboyant gunfights in NS publications, neglecting to mention that the assailants were not Israeli commandos or gin mad niggers but the irate relatives of Braswell's first wife and his daughter's jilted boyfriend. Many people, like me, found the image of "feudin', fightin', fussin' Nazi mountain folk" titillating, and so we built up a completely false image for these people as being the Hatfields in brown shirts when in fact they were dangerously unstable nut cases. A lot of people, not the least myself, were to pay dearly for that indulgence.
'Great White Leaders' start out the same way—in first getting a check or so, and then thinking that they have 'a right' to continued support so they no longer have to earn a real living. In effect, these people are more like merchants and tradesmen putting a value on their wares that most other people do not— hence Hoffman's snit about only a half-dozen or so 'paying their fair share'.
Right after Louis published his groundbreaking thesis, along came the Internet, and the White man was given an easy out, a way to satisfy his hunger for feel-good factor without risk and without effort. The Internet is political empty calories. The Internet is sterile. It produces nothing but more Internet. But the fact is that the Internet satisfies that nagging little bit of shame and remorse and self-contempt that tells the White man that he really should be doing something about "all of this nigger and Jew shit." The White man can sit down in his basement rec room with a cold beer and a bowl of nachos, spend an evening pounding on his keyboard, and then get up and say, “Hey, I really got a lot done for the race tonight.” But he didn’t. All he did was let off steam into cyberspace where it will dissipate overnight, kind of like pissing into the ocean.