On Friday, July 17th, I received notice in
the mail that my book publishers, all three of them at once, are canceling
their contracts with me to publish my fiction and make it available for sale through
their online distribution networks.
is, of course, impossible to obtain any details on how this decision was
reached, or by whom; this whole business will almost certainly remain forever
the responsibility of the usual amorphous, glutinous American “they.” (And we
all know who “they” are, don’t we?)
books are being pulled off the market—all of them, not just the politically and
racially oriented ones. A total of fifteen novels are affected, of which only
five, the Northwest novel quintet, are overtly racial or political in nature.
It is not just those specific books that these people are attempting to
silence. It is me.
these publishers keep their word given to me in their letters and stick to the
provisions of the contracts (which may not turn out to be the case in
practice), then admirers of my Northwest novels have until August 14th
to order any last copies of any of my books they want online. After that, no
one will be able to purchase a copy of any Covington novel, Northwest or otherwise, unless you can find
one floating around a used bookstore somewhere.
is the American way of suppressing dissent while maintaining the fiction that
the old Constitution is still in force. De
facto, not de jure. Banning and suppressing books is a blast from
the past, the old ADL trick—while it will not technically be outright illegal
to own or read a Covington novel, as it is in Canada, one simply will not be
able to find a copy to read. Or so
the theory goes, at any rate.
reason was given for this decision in the formal letters notifying me of the
ban. None is needed. We all know what I have done wrong. I have spoken aloud of
the death of the king, an offense which in Henry the Eighth’s time would have
gotten me boiled in oil, but which today is punished with more subtlety and, in
some ways, much greater cruelty.
are weak, high-strung, neurotic and brittle people. Cyber-shaming, silencing,
rejection, Twitter-screamed abuse and “economic discipline” can in fact destroy
Americans mentally and physically. I sometime joke about that ridiculous wog in
Canada who has been trying to achieve his stated intention back in 1998 of driving
me to suicide by saying bad things about me on the internet, but it’s not
really funny. That very thing has happened with unstable people, often
tragically young White kids who have never learned that the majority of other
human beings are suppurating pustules whose opinions on anything are worthless,
and who are to be ignored.
I’m one of the older models. A few of us are still around, although it’s
increasingly hard to get parts.
doubt if a visit from our friends in the silk suits to these publishing houses was
even necessary. Somebody in a carpeted and air-conditioned office picked up the
phone and called somebody else in a carpeted and air-conditioned office, and my
books disappeared from public view, or will do after August 14th,
again with the caveat that they keep their word.
possibility that I might have a legal or moral right to be different, and to
think different thoughts other than those approved by The One and the
Democratic Party—the fact that this action on their part was unconstitutional,
illegal, and utterly vicious and immoral never entered into these people’s
minds. Nor would I have expected it to, ruled by who and what we are ruled by
in this day and age.
the details of who picked up the phone and called whom may be obscure and will
probably never be revealed, there is no mystery here. We all know who is behind
this, at least in a general way. Frankly, I’m astounded and maybe even a little
grateful that they left me alone for 15 years.
highest compliment that one man can pay to another is to attempt to silence him
by force. To have one’s books banned and suppressed by a tyrant is perversely
one of the greatest honors that any author can receive, and I feel honored. I
am in good company now—Giordano Bruno, Michael Servetus, Copernicus, Galileo,
James Joyce, Solzhenitsyn, a hundred others. I’m not as good as any of those
giants and I know it, but I find myself sitting at the same table with them,
and I am humbled and awed.
kidding, guys, in a perverse kind of way, this is a victory. I have forced the United States of America into a humiliating expedient, one seldom availed of
in the past because it was not thought necessary—but in my case, apparently it
I have beaten the U.S.A. They have now admitted that their laws, their society, their system is
too weak, too confused, too quavering with senility to withstand my words and
my ideas. And they’re right, of course, to be afraid of me. America isn’t strong enough to allow Harold Covington’s
novels to be read. My words and my ideas are more powerful than America. Well, Obama’s America, anyway.
not going to go off into a long oration about freedom of speech and all that rot.
The mere fact that my books are being suppressed at all, without any appeal or
recourse or discussion, tells us that there are no freedom of speech issues here,
because there is no freedom of speech. People, I am dead serious—November 20th,
2014, burn that date into
your memory! Since then we have been living in a Third World dictatorship which
is ruled by the stroke of Barack Hussein Obama’s pen, in which the people’s
elected representatives sit there like potted plants, cowering in their $3000
suits, and in which White males are third class citizens.
enough for now. It won’t work, of course. They don’t get to do this. Needless
to say, steps will be taken to make sure that anyone who wants to read a
Northwest novel, either electronically or from a printed volume held in the
hand, will be able to do so.
will leave this post up for a while and add on to the end of it a link to the
official discussion thread on the Homeland blog. Oh, and I remind you—August 14th
is the deadline. Make sure you order any last copies of any of my works you
want to get hold of before then. I will publish a list of links on here in a