by Eric Thomson

I was born on alien and hostile territory: the United States ofAmerica. No one told me or taught me this fact. I had to learn itfor my own survival.

Before I reached the age of ten, I knew that there were alien andhostile influences at work around me. Elementary school was myfirst steady exposure to these. My teachers were jews and mestizos,and while they could not teach me to read, they did teach me thehypocrisy of "student government", that is government withoutsovereignty. Later, I was exposed to racial alien students whointerfered with my pursuit of education and who attempted to shakeme down for money, without success, I can add. This was alreadyoccurring in the early 1950s.

As I say, the realization that I was living on enemy territory didnot occur until I reached the age of 10, although I had a glimmerwhen I was 8 or so: I was reading a book about German E-boats(their equivalent of the British MTBs or motor torpedo boots) whichhad been published after World War II. In it, there were black andwhite photos of German E-boat crews. I had been exposed to a fewscary propaganda films and saw German "villains", most all of whomwere played by jews, so I never identified with them, but suddenly,I saw pictures of real Germans and I showed them to my mother."Mom," I exclaimed. "They look just like us!" My mother missed thepoint, for to her it was obvious. I did not explain that I wonderedwhy we would fight people who looked so much like us. One of theGerman E-boatmen was a twin of my uncle George.

At the age of 10, I was looking through a stack of Fortunemagazines which a neighbor had dumped out. These were all wartimeeditions and each one had a propaganda item entitled "Why WeFight." One struck me as peculiar. It showed a White soldier witha big bandage on his head. He declared that he fought to avenge thedeath of his buddy. I did not understand such a motive forfighting, any more than I could understand someone who declaredthat he would drive a car because his buddy got killed in a caraccident. Then I saw it! Another "Why Be Fight" picture depicted ayoung German soldier who stood guard on an obviously Americanstreet corner, Elm Street and some such name. The text read as Irecall that "we fight to keep the likes of him off our streets andout of our beloved towns." I looked at the artist's rendition ofthe soldier's face. I was first impressed by the flashing blue eyesand the facial features. Although the soldier was older, there wasno doubt that it was my face. I studied the picture and pondered.If someone who looked like me was so horrible, then there wasindeed a question as to my status in this country. I always keptthese impressions in the back of my mind and with years ofexperience I conclude that I was indeed born on enemy territory.

David Lane's stirring article, "Tri-Colored Treason" is noexaggeration. The "Red, White and Blue" is the banner of our racial enemies. Time to wake up and look in the mirror, Whitey!