Robert J. Matthews' Last letter
NSWPP
Subject: Robert Jay Matthews
TO THE EDITOR:
For the past decade I have been a resident of Northern Pend Oreille
County.
When I first arrived in Metaline Falls, I had only twenty-five dollars
to my
name, a desire to work hard and be left alone, and the dream of someday
acquiring my own small farm.
During my three years at the mine and seven years at the cement plant, I
can
safely say that I was known as a hard worker. I stayed out of the bars
and
pretty much kept to myself. Anyone who is familiar with Boundary Dam
Road
knows how my late father and I carved a beautiful place out of the
woods.
All of the goals I had when I arrived were accomplished but one ... I
was
not left alone.
Within months of my arrival the FBI went to the mine office and tried to
have me fired from my job. I was working in the electrical department at
the
time and my foreman, fortunately, had a deep and lasting dislike for the
Feds. He was informed of the situation by the mine secretary. Had it
been
the mine manager instead of the secretary that the Government goons
talked
to, I would have lost my job.
This campaign of harassment and intimidation began because of my
involvement
in the Tax Rebellion Movement from the time I was fifteen to twenty
years
old. The Government was on me so much in Arizona that during one
incident
when I was eighteen, IRS agents shot at me for nothing more than a
misdemeanor tax violation.
I left Arizona and the Tax Rebellion when I was twenty. I left not out
of
fear of the IRS or because of submission to their tyranny, but because I
was
thoroughly disgusted with the American people. I maintained then as I do
now, that our people have devolved into some of the most cowardly,
sheepish,
degenerates that have ever littered the face of this planet.
I had hoped to start a new life in the state of Washington, but the
ruling
powers had other plans for me. When I learned of their highly illegal
attempt to have me fired, I wrote s letter to their Seattle office and
told
them "I would take no more, to leave me alone, or I would respond in
such a
way that could be very painful to certain agents,"
After the letter they gradually started to let me be.
I soon settled down to marriage, clearing my land, and reading. Reading
became an obsession with me. I consumed volume upon volume on subjects
dealing with history, politics and economics. I was especially taken
with
Spengler's "Decline if the West" and "Which Way Western Man?". I also
subscribed to numerous periodicals on current American problems,
especially
those concerned with the ever increasing decline of White America.
My knowledge of ancient European history started to awaken a wrongfully
suppressed emotion buried deep within my soul, that of racial pride and
consciousness.
The stronger my love for my people grew, the deeper became my hatred for
those who would destroy my race, my heritage, and darken the future of
my
children.
By the time my son had arrived, I realized that White America, indeed my
entire race, was headed for oblivion unless White men rose and turned
the
tide. The more I came to love my son the more I realized that unless
things
changed radically, by the time he was my age, he would be a stranger in
his
own land, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Aryan in a country populated mainly
by
Mexicans, Mulattoes, Blacks and Asians. His future was growing darker by
the
day.
I came to learn that this was not by accident, that there is a small,
cohesive alien group within this nation working day and night to make
this
happen. I learned that these culture distorters have an iron grip on
both
major political parties, on Congress, on the media, on the publishing
houses, and on most of the major Christian denominations in this nation,
even though these aliens subscribe to a religion which is diametrically
opposed to Christianity.
These are the same people who Ex-Senator William J. Fulbright and the
late
General Brown tried to warn us about. Henry Ford and Charles Lindberg
tried
vainly to warn us also. Had we been more vigilant, my son's future would
not
be so dark and dismal.
Thus I have no choice. I must stand up like a White man and do battle.
A secret war has been developing for the last year between the regime in
Washington and an ever growing number of White people who are determined
to
regain what our forefathers discovered, explored, conquered, settled,
built
and died for.
The FBI has been able to keep this war secret only because up until now
we
have been doing nothing more than growing and preparing. The government,
however, seems determined to force the issue, so we have no choice left
but
to stand and fight back. Hail Victory!
It is at this point that I wish to address the multitude of lies that
the
federals have been telling about Gary Lee Yarbrough and myself.
Gary did not "ambush" any agents. For weeks prior to this incident they
had
been harassing Gary, following him everywhere, even to the hospital to
visit
his gravely ill daughter.The day of the mythical ambush Gary was out in
his
yard when he saw a forest service truck driving across his property in
obvious disregard to the numerous no trespassing signs scattered about
his
land. He yelled at the truck to stop but it kept coming towards his
house
until it crashed into and destroyed a gate. At this point Gary fired
warning
shots into the air and the truck drove away. That ... was the big
ambush.
The newspapers are saying now that Gary not only ambushed three agents
but
that he hit three of them. Gary did not even realize that they were FBI
at
the time, which is fortunate for them because Gary is an expert marksman
and
had he decided to ambush the FBI he easily could have killed every fed
within range of his weapon.
It was until 8:00 p.m. that night that Gary realized what was actually
taking place. That is when approximately thirty agents drove up to
Gary's
house. Gary and a young house guest went outside to investigate the
commotion. When the Feds started yelling at Gary he dropped to the
ground
and rolled into a ditch behind the line of government vehicles. The
young
house guest went running back into Gary's residence. After waiting for
three
hours the FBI used Gary's wife as a shield and a hostage and went into
the
house. What brave men they are.
As incredulous as it sounds Gary laid in the ditch behind the agents for
five hours with his gun aimed at their backs. Had Gary really wanted to
ambush these invaders then that was a wonderful opportunity to do so.
Gary
chose instead to give them quarter, something he would later come to
regret.
Gary eventually slipped out of the ditch and into the woods.
The incompetence of these gun toting bureaucrats never ceases to amaze
me.
Especially after their attempted ambush and murder of myself in a
Portland
motel. First, let me say that the FBI was not there to arrest Gary but
to
ambush me. They didn't even know that Gary was in the room. The only
reason
they were able to find me was because a trusted friend in Room 14 was
actually a traitor and an informant. The FBI has vast resources and the
latest technology but the quality of their agents is going down hill
with
every new recruit. That's because most of the best White men in this
country
are starting to realize that to be an FBI agent is to be nothing more
than a
mercenary for the ADL and Tel Aviv.
When I stepped out of my motel room that morning, a gang of armed men
came
running at me. None of the men had uniforms on and the only thing they
said
was "Stop, you bastard". At this, I yelled at Gary who was still inside
and
I leaped down the stairwell and took off running into the parking lot. A
woman agent shot at my back and the bullet missed and hit the motel
manager.
I rounded the corner of the motel and took off down the hill into a
residential area. After running for two blocks I decided to quit being
the
hunted and become the hunter. I drew my gun and waited behind a concrete
wall for the agents to draw near. When I aimed my gun at the closest
agent I
saw the handsome face of a young White man and lowered my aim to his
knee
and his foot. Had I not done so I could have killed both agents and
still
had the use of my hand which is now mangled beyond repair and which I
might
very well lose altogether. That is the last time I will ever give
quarter.
As for the traitor in Room 14, we will eventually find him. If it takes
ten
years and we have to travel to the far ends of the earth we will find
him.
And true to our oath when we do find him, we will remove his head from
his
body.
I have no regrets or apologies to make for Gary or myself. In fact, I am
proud that we had the courage and the determination to stand up and
fight
for our race and our heritage at a time in history when such a deed is
called a crime and not an act of valor.
Approximately nine moths ago the FBI went to my house while I was away
and
threatened my two year old son. That was a very big mistake on their
part.
After the Portland shootout they went to my house and threatened my
sixty-three year old mother. Such brave men they are.
I am not going into hiding, rather I will press the FBI and let them
know
what it is like to become the hunted. Doing so it is only logical to
assume
that my days on this planet are rapidly drawing to a close. Even so, I
have
no fear. For the reality of my life is death, and the worst the enemy
can do
to me is shorten my tour of duty in this world. I will leave knowing
that I
have made the ultimate sacrifice to ensure the future of my children.
As always, for blood, soil, honor, for faith and for race.
Robert Jay Matthews
[Robert Jay Mathews was killed in action against Federal
agents, December 1984.]
"This destiny does not tire, nor can it be broken,
and its mantle of strength descends upon those in its
service." - Francis Parker Yockey, IMPERIUM
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