The character of Harold Covington

From the desk of Covington:



In May of 2010 I received an e-mail from someone asking me the question “Harold, why does everybody talk bad about you on the internet?” I restrained my first instinct to ask him to define the term “everybody” and responded. His questions are [indented]:

That said, it has to be asked, where does all this anti-Covington hatred come from? I know no one else who inspires this kind of reaction.

—Gregory H.

Lordy, lordy, where to begin, where to begin?

I just got back from an organizing road trip into Idaho and so I am catching up with all kinds of backed-up e-mails, a news commentary column, several blogs, and other stuff, so right now I don’t have time to sit down and tap out a long Philippic on this topic. I will give you the simplest and briefest answer(s) that I can.

First off, I am sure it is no news to you that our movement has a lot of people associated with it who have no business within a hundred miles of any kind of alternative politics. We have serious character issues, and since they are largely what is preventing us from mounting an effective resistance to the crisis in our civilization, I refuse to be polite and look the other way. I say out loud what has to be said. I hold up mirrors, and a lot of people don’t like what they see.

Secondly, as the late Dr. Pierce once put it to me in the last civil letter he ever addressed to me, “The problem is, Harold, that we are all chasing the same buck.” Bluntly put, a lot of the anti-Covington mess originates either directly or indirectly from certain Fearless Leaders who don’t appreciate even my limited competition for that same buck. I think a little research will reveal that a large part of the somewhat misnamed Movement in-fighting over the past 50 years between all manner of personalities and groups on the right has its roots in competition for the donation dollar.

Third, a lot of these people who are doing this are simply insane. The internet has allowed too many people to get in touch with their Inner Nut, and when some of us sit down behind the computer keyboard we get a visit from Mr. Hyde. I know because I am susceptible to this myself, and I concede there have been times when I have let the badger loose to howl at the moon, if you will pardon my mixed metaphors, so I know whereof I speak.

Finally, as self-absorbed and conspiracy-theoretical as this sounds, in the case of one major Goat Dancer, I genuinely believe this man to be wearing more than one hat and to be acting on an ulterior agenda. I don’t know for certain. He may be just a kook, but if he is, he has demonstrated a remarkably consistent, persistent, and determined pattern of destructive behavior over the past 23 years for a mere loon. Remember, just because you’re paranoid, that don’t mean they ain’t out to get you. Paranoids have enemies too.

Is there any specific allegation, accusation, or incident I can clarify for you?

—HAC

[Follow-up e-mail]:

The big claim that is made is that you defamed a lot of people within the movement.

—Gregory H.

If by “defamed” you mean that over the years I have publicly discussed people, issues, and events which certain Fearless Leaders desperately did not want discussed in public, then guilty, m’lud. I also have a hideous habit of being right. For instance, I was shouting out a warning on Kevin Alfred Strom as early as the year 2000, when I saw his web site with the pictures of little girls and beefcake photos of himself posing in his underwear on it.

Specifically, that allegedly you wrote this history of the white nationalist movement that contained a great deal of scurrilous material about all sorts of people within the movement including William Pierce, Ben Klassen, and Will Williams.

The document you refer to is a roughly 30,000 word monograph or pamphlet entitled A Brief History of the White Nationalist Movement. Actually, Will Williams isn’t mentioned in it at all, which is probably why he’s so pissed off about it.

In point of fact, no, I did not write the Brief History. At least not all of it, and not for that specific purpose. What happened is that somebody came along and plagiarized, collected, and collated a number of articles and bits and pieces from the past 50 years on Movement internal matters and melded them all together into a single report or long article. Some of that “borrowed” material is mine, yes, such as the bulk of the section on Glenn Miller and a good bit of the material on Benny Klassen.

But the Brief History also contains sections which were either written or paraphrased from works by Bill White, Louis Beam, the late Rick Cooper, Dr. Edward Fields, the late David McCalden, “Maguire” and a number of other writers and commentators.

However, I will say this: whoever wrote the Brief History, they know their beeswax. While to be sure some of it is opinion and editorializing, I have been able to find only one single factual inaccuracy anywhere in the report, the allusion to the “late” Bradley Smith, who is still alive. I think that’s another thing that’s driving the Goat Dancers nuts—they can’t refute anything in the report factually, so they scream “HAC wrote it! HAC wrote it!” which they presume must automatically discredit the document.

The hell of it is, the Brief History is not in fact all that pro-HAC or pro-Northwest. The author makes clear that he is not a supporter of the Northwest Migration and that he thinks I’m foolishly wasting my time.

I know none of the people involved and have no way to tell who is right and who is wrong. The temptation is therefore to just say, “everyone involved with this movement is insane and incapable of getting along with each other. We should read everyone’s ideas, but have nothing to do with these people on a personal level or we’ll get sucked into all this too.”

Which may be one reason for all the sound and fury.

You have to bear in mind that most of these specific teapot tempests are decades old, shit going back to the late 1970s in some cases. I have often wondered why none of it ever seems to die down, why someone always seems to go to great effort stirring it up again every couple of years.

One person who I gave the books to some time ago has actually taken the gap but told me that under no circumstances did he actually want to get involved with the “official” Northwest Front because he didn’t know who to trust. Again, that may be the hidden agenda here. I’m not worried. This person will eventually come around.

How do we know who to believe?

Look at my work, look at my life, look at the people who are saying these things–none of whom seem to use their real names–look at the world around you, and then wonder why we have gotten nowhere in our efforts to resist. What can I tell you? You’ve read my novels. Everything I have to say is in there.

—HAC

Good points. The last one I have to ask about is probably the most painful — your brother. Why do you think he turned on you the way he did?

Hopefully after this we can talk about more productive matters. —Gregory H.

No, I have no problem at all discussing Benjie, since he took the first step and went public with his bizarre interview. He chose to do what he did, and now I have no choice but to deal with it.

Prior to that I had been active in the Movement since 1972. During that period of almost four decades, never once did I bring any member of my family into anything I did politically, nor did I ever make any public reference to any family matters other than an internet attempt around 2004 and 2005 to communicate with my children in Ireland, using a blog because I had no e-mail addresses for them. Nor did my father, for all his many faults, ever publicly attack or denounce or embarrass me. Benjie was the one who first violated this ironclad family prohibition. Not surprisingly, he lacks our father’s strength of will and self-discipline in such matters. He’s not the man our father was. (But then neither am I, thank God.)

I first need to give you a little family history. Like many dysfunctional families, we Covingtons are also a highly creative lot, each in our own way. Our father was a talented musical performer of traditional American folk music, who during the folk craze of the 1960s used to open on the North Carolina coffee house circuit for big names like Joan Baez, Burl Ives, and Pete Seeger. He had his own musical TV show on TV in Greensboro for a while. He was also a writer of paperback Westerns of the kind that were popular in the 1950s and he once came close to getting a Hollywood screenwriting gig, which would have changed a hell of a lot of my personal history if I’d been dragged to Tinsel Town at age 8 or so.

My middle brother is a fairly well known B-list composer of symphonic, choral, and other high-brow music. He has a masters degree in musical composition, of all the useless things, but he apparently didn’t actually get his Ph D. from the University of Iowa for some reason I’m not aware of, so technically he’s not Doctor Covington. You can buy his stuff off various music sites on the internet, but since I sell most of my own work on Amazon.com and the like, I’m hardly in a position to sneer.

I’ve listened to some of his music. Not my cup of tea, frankly, but then I rather doubt that my fiction is his cup of tea. At least I listened to his compositions on my computer. So far as I know, neither he nor my other brother have ever actually read any of my books. The interview you refer to with Benjie contains comments of his that indicate to me he hasn’t actually read Fire and Rain, the novel he complains about, and so I doubt he’s read anything else.

My daughter in Ireland is an extremely talented up-and-coming young artist in Dublin, and I will say no more about her for fear of messing up her chances in a very liberal and left-wing milieu. I understand she is recently married; if she was speaking to me I’d be hectoring her demanding grandchildren. My son in Ireland is the rock musician of the family, or was. Don’t know what he’s doing now, delivering pizzas for all I know, but apparently at one time he had a fairly well known rock band in the local Dublin club scene for a while.

Now, regarding my youngest brother, who later went so dark side on me: this is the story I got from our mother. Very few details, because Mama wasn’t supposed to be meeting with me at all in those days and she was very reluctant to discuss most family matters with me, for fear I would contaminate everything with my wicked Nazi mojo or whatever, but basically, the story goes like this:

Benjie was supposed to be the actor in the family. Graduated North Carolina School of the Arts, and faced the usual young actor or theatrical techie’s choice: Broadway or Hollywood? Nowadays there’s a few more choices, Europe or Vancouver or various indie outfits, but in the 70s there were only those two.

For whatever reason, Benjie chose Broadway. He lived in New York for a couple of years, fell flat on his face, and he couldn’t make it. He eventually came crawling back home and went to work for the state, which in conservative North Carolina is what one does with unemployed relations who can’t make it in the private sector.

Okay, so far not an unusual scenario. A lot of young dramatic hotshots who go to New York never make it onto Broadway and end up waiting tables or going back home and selling used cars for Daddy, or teaching freshman high school English. But this was back during the time when I was still having my Fifteen Minutes due to Greensboro and the 1980 Republican primary wherein I received 43% of the vote. My name was well known among the Jewish community, and in an industry such as theater in New York, an industry and a city both run by Jews, a young man from North Carolina with the name of Covington looking for a job was going to have a hard row to hoe.

My mother could never force any sort of admission between her lips that I might, just might have been right about something, anything. The Official Version is that I am supposed to be insane, period, end of story. Oh, and evil with it—but she managed to feed me enough lines to read between (deliberately, I think, so she could convey the truth without actually having to say it) so as to let me know that my brother was in essence blacklisted by the Jews. They conveyed to him in a manner the reverse of subtle that he would never work in their town and to get his redneck ass back down to the tobacco and cotton fields where he belonged. There was also something about a bad car crash Benjie was in on the New Jersey turnpike that allegedly affected his mind, but I didn’t get all that at the time and I don’t remember what that was about.

Anyway, the upshot of it all is, is that Benjie probably blames me for ruining his great acting career. I don’t blame him. Teaching a few high school dramatics classes to niggers and wetbacks at East Wake High School is sure as hell a big comedown when you once started life with Oscars and Tonys on your mind. Maybe you could say I did ruin his chances, although it was completely inadvertent on my part. Or maybe he just didn’t have the chops for it, and he washed out on his own. I have no way of knowing.

You would think that after an experience like that he would blame the people who are really at fault, the Jews and the whole system that subjected him to a political litmus test rather than judging him on his actual talent and character, but I long ago learned that people aren’t very logical in these matters.

And that’s about the size of it. I am really sorry that crap like this has to be dealt with in public instead of truly great and serious ideas and deeds and people, but one of the many problems we have these days is that everything has become so petty.

There is an old saying: “Great minds talk about ideas; average minds talk about events; little minds talk about people.” We have an awful lot of little minds running around these days.

—HAC

15 Replies on “The character of Harold Covington

  1. This is exactly the rebuttal to rumours I was looking for.

    – Covington does not address the “schizophrenia” issue though; I would have been very interested in knowing his thoughts on the matter. Was he really diagnosed a schizophrenic by a U.S. Army psychiatrist because of his NS activism? If so, it would confirm that already in the 1970s, the social shaming of “far-right” ideas in the U.S. was well-advanced. There is the Ezra Pound case, of course, but…

    – Kevin Alfred Strom has written a pretty good case for his innocence on his blog. We notably discover that the “CP pictures” on his computer were actually above-age or advertising banners in his browser cache. I don’t believe he is really a paedophile, but I don’t believe either he was “framed” by a FBI/NSA plot. He was just the victim of his wife and the judicial system machinery, which easily finds evidence when it wants to sentence someone.

    To conclude, of course we should discuss ideas rather than people. The problem is that when you have the ideas, when you have the mantra, you ought to begin creating actual things — parties, organizations, secret societies, militias, newspapers, armies… And there begins the need for reputation, especially for the leaders. No soldier would accept to be commanded by a dimwit cripple known to be a child molester or a madman, would he?

    1. A few years ago I was involved in this anti-psychiatric site. The admin of that site was diagnosed as schizophrenic when he was much younger only because he accepted the civil right of suicide (although he never tried to commit suicide). There are lots of similar stories: people committed by their families and the hired shrink because of thoughtcrimes.

      1. Yes, schizophrenia seems to be a catch-all term for people who disturb society or the established order. Especially “paranoid” schizophrenia. We used to mock the Soviet Union about their treatment of political prisoners, but the West is not any better (Ezra Pound, and now Breivik).

        From my experience, true mental illness exists, but it is extremely rare, and qualifies as a complete inability to produce coherent speech and actions. Someone who is coherent, whatever he did, is simply victim of a political diagnosis.

  2. An ongoing problem with the WN movement is that it refuses self-examination. I learned this over a decade ago while trying to discuss certain dysfunctional issues on Stormfront. Calmly and respectfully, I broached such issues, and then offered some ideas as to their possible solution. Time and again, forum moderators made it clear that “dissension among the ranks” would not be tolerated. As a result, I eventually was banned.

    I continued to read Stormfront, however. Then, when the National Alliance meltdown began, Stormfront was turned into a slaughterhouse. Soon, anyone daring to mention the NA and its ugly corruption was being banned in the worst Stalinist-type of purge ever to hit that forum. The main individual being protected was none other than Kevin Alfred Strom – whom many there had contempt for when it was revealed how easily he had turned over power to Erich Gliebe. But since Strom was one of Black’s favorite shepherds when it came to leading Stormfront’s herd of sheep to the fleeching pens, even the slightest criticism of Strom was ruthlessly silenced.

    That is, until Strom was arrested for child perversion. No way was Donny going down on that ship! So he bailed and left Strom to the sharks. Long story short: Don Black, Stormfront, the National Alliance, and Kevin Alfred Strom are all guilty of despicable conduct, both as WN’s and as human beings. Black still thrives, however, whereas Strom has been sidelined.

    As to Strom’s conviction as a sex offender, it is never acceptable to plead “guilty” if you are – in fact – innocent. That he pleaded guilty MAKES him guilty. A truly innocent man would never have been able to live with himself otherwise.

    As such, Kevin Alfred Strom took the coward’s way out. He is not worthy of ever speaking again on behalf of the WN cause.

    As for Harold Covington, he’s as good as a Timex – “He’s taken a lickin’ but he keeps on tickin’.”

    Hold Back This Day

    The Towers of Eden

    1. As far as I know, Kevin Alfred Strom was never charged for molestation, but for possessing child porn (and now Panina says they were not really children) in his PC.

  3. Chechar -> Your article paints a relatively bleak picture — cases of sane children, teenagers and women interned in asylums across history were pretty rare, thank God, and their rarity is the reason it got an echo in the press of the epoch. If all rebellious, smart, lazy or solitary teens had been treated as madmen during European history, the said history of the old continent would have been far different.

    I do share your advice on psychiatry though. It was already clumsy as a scientific field in its beginnings, and ended as a pseudoscientific fraud of epic proportions, which is now drugging normal traits and behaviors. Neuroscience and evolutionary psychology are far more trustworthy, and they invalidate most of psychiatry’s ideas.

  4. Six years after posting this article, I must now link to what Kevin Alfred Strom wrote about Covington’s character yesterday, after Covington’s passing.

    Others say that he publicly called for the murder of William Pierce, David Duke and others (here).

    1. Secondly, as the late Dr. Pierce once put it to me in the last civil letter he ever addressed to me, “The problem is, Harold, that we are all chasing the same buck.”

      A good con artist mixes lies with the truth, and though I suspect Dr. Pierce probably didn’t actually write that, it is nevertheless true. The necessity for earning a living corrupts everything it touches. The merchant right — a bastard child of that necessity and right wing politics — almost everywhere is obliged to be the opponent of truth, because the truth is never popular in a society of liars. Nobody wants to hear it, and worse, it doesn’t sell. Covington may have perceived this, and simply drawn the nihilistic conclusion that if only lies sell, then he’d make his money by being the best liar he could be. The thing is, he really wasn’t even a good con man. His forgeries were easily exposed, his slanders and libels unconvincing, and his Usenet conversations with himself were transparently obvious to anyone with the least insight. Unfortunately, it didn’t matter. He still fooled a lot of gullible people, a type always in the majority of any population, and that continues to this day, even after his death. His legacy to the white race, embodied in his novels, is an unworkable, imaginary solution to a real problem. He proved it: the evil that men do really does live after them.

    2. Andreas Donner on twitter is showing that he is the perfect candidate to follow in the footsteps of Tubby Lumpkins by defaming the character Kevin Alfred Strom, just like his lord and master, the Pillsbury Doughboy used to do.

      1. WNsts are ignorant people. In one of my Kriminalgeschichte quotes from Dechner—:

        He [St Augustine] lived a long time in concubinage, later he took a girl as a girlfriend (she had almost two years to reach the legal age to get married: in girls twelve years) and at the same time a new darling.

        —it’s implied that St Augustine fucked a 10-year old girl. Compared to K.A. Strom, who apparently got in love with another 10-year old girl, the latter is a peccadillo as Strom never touched her: it was a Platonic love.

        But WNsts, as every single normie, ignore the biographies of the Big Fathers of the Church (see also my previous comment in the other thread).

        1. Whatever KAS did or didn’t do, it doesn’t actually address what he has to say about Covington. Even if he is sexually attracted to pre-pubescent girls, it doesn’t render invalid what he has to say, not even his character, as it would only be an illness he cannot control and is not even acting upon.

          Got to love how they single him out and not the others: Ben Klassen, Tom Metzger and his son, John, Pierce, W Williams, and now currently Linder. Are they all “paedophiles” and FBI informants as well? Is it bad that I pray for the deaths of Harold’s close advisors and most virulent supporters and wish also that the entire “party” falls under its own weight? I am surprised Walsh hasn’t said anything yet.

      2. There are good ideas in the Northwest Front. Now that a flawed leader is no longer with us, paradoxically Donner could have a try to make the Butler Plan fly. (I, as you know, prefer to fancy about targeting anchors as Islamists do to silence the anti-white media; and eventually a Turner Diaries scenario of scorched Earth.)