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Free Speech - December 1995 - Volume I, Number 12

A Tribute to Dr. Revilo P. Oliver

by Kevin Alfred Strom

On August 10, 1994, for the first time in my life, I suddenly found myself living in a universe which did not contain Revilo Pendleton Oliver.

As a child, I often wondered what it would have been like to know Poe or Jefferson. We who have had the rare honor of knowing Dr. Oliver now know what it is like to know genius and to know greatness.

My wife and I visited Dr. and Mrs. Oliver in July 1994, about one month before his death. At that time my wife was pregnant with our second child, Edgar Alfred Strom. My first-born son, Oskar Oliver Strom, was named to honor Revilo Oliver. I hope that our growing family, and our family's dedication to the cause for which Revilo Oliver sacrificed so much, gave him some small satisfaction.

Our children are our replacements, just as we were for our parents. The unbroken chain of life springing from life goes backwards through the aeons to its mysterious beginning, and forward toward the unknowable but inevitable future. We are all links in this possibly infinite chain of existence, but some of us are more conscious of that fact than others. If our race's future lies, as I believe it does, in the stars rather than in the nothingness of extinction, then Revilo Oliver's consciousness was a consciousness of the future, an example of the intellectual and spiritual greatness of which European man is capable. Dr. Oliver shunned sentimental illusions and was often pessimistic about the future of our race. But his existence on this planet is, to me, evidence that our future path is upward to understanding and mastery of the universe, and not downward through a mongrelized squalor to the primordial slime where, if there is hope beyond hope, Nature might try again to succeed where we failed.

Lately, every day, many times per day, I am reminded of Dr. Oliver. There is the car in which we rode together, in my driveway. There is the photograph we took when we introduced him to his namesake, my son. There are tapes of his speeches which he entrusted to me. There is the priceless file of his letters to me, which he took the time and precious energy to write. There, at the end of my arm, is the hand he clasped so strongly and warmly just a few months ago.

Dr. Oliver was not afraid, and we of European descent should not be afraid to use the term Aryan. Today we are told that it is merely a linguistic term with no racial connotations. The originators of the term, the founders of the ancient civilization of India, the racially European conquerors of that subcontinent, would not have agreed. In their language it meant noble, and they used it in a specifically racial sense, drawing a distinction between their race of nobles, of Aryans, and the races of the conquered. I suggest that it be used only in a racial sense. For example, I do not think we should be debarred from using it to describe those branches of our race who do not speak an Indo-European language, such as the Finns and Hungarians. It should not be applied indiscriminately to every White person, however. In my opinion, its use should be limited to describe those of our race who truly deserve to be called noble -- those who by their appearance, their actions, their character, their intellect, and their consciousness of their mission to bring forth a higher type of humankind on this planet, deserve to be the progenitors of future generations of our race. By such a standard, Revilo Oliver was an Aryan among Aryans. The Shah of Iran had a title which he did not deserve, and which Revilo Oliver did deserve: Light of the Aryans.

Often have I been filled with regret when death has come to someone I have loved. That regret is that there were still things left unsaid, things that needed to be said before the end, but which were not said. That is not the case between me and Revilo Oliver. I was able to tell him how much I loved him, how much he had affected my life, how much he had inspired me and thousands like me, and how, as long as I drew breath, the Cause for which he lived would continue. I promised him that his written works and his works of the spoken word would live in the hearts and minds of more and more men and women of our race, and that his contribution would never be forgotten.

Revilo Oliver had no biological children. We, who had the rare privilege of knowing him and learning from him, and who now must carry on in a universe suddenly without him, are his spiritual children. We must strive to reverence Truth as he did. And we must fight to bring his Truth to victory.

This article was based on Kevin Alfred Strom's address to the Revilo P. Oliver Memorial Symposium which took place in Urbana, Illinois, November 1994. A videotape of the symposium is available for $62.95, including postage.

A Tribute to Robert Mathews

by Kevin Alfred Strom

Another man I want to honor gave his life for his people, yet few of us today even know his name. He was a man who, in 1983, began something that some have said was premature, and others have said was too late. What he began, or attempted to begin, in 1983 was the Second American Revolution. His name was Robert Mathews. In 1983 he formed a group he called the Silent Brotherhood and began an abortive armed guerrilla battle against the enemies of our race. On December 8, 1984, Robert Mathews was burned alive by an FBI task force on Whidbey Island, Washington.

Since his plan to retake America with a small group of armed revolutionaries was not successful, it is easy for us to say that the time was not right, or that tactical errors were made. But was he too early? I don't think so. America needed a second American Revolution a long time ago. The American people should have sent the alien subversives and traitors packing before I was born, surely by 1950 when the treason of the Franklin Roosevelt regime had been made manifest by McCarthy and by many others. Was Robert Mathews too late? I shudder at that possibility, and we must not let such thoughts deter us from our duty. My opinion is that our people were not ready, and our duty must be to make them ready in body, soul, and mind for the Herculean task of national renewal which lies before us. Robert Mathews and his comrades in arms who now suffer as political prisoners will never be forgotten, and to honor them I ask every reader to rededicate yourself to the struggle for our racial and cultural survival.

If you are interested in learning more about Robert Mathews, I urge you to get a copy of his speech, entitled A Call to Arms. It is an impassioned address given in 1983, shortly before he embarked on his revolutionary attempt to free America from her oppressors. The author of A Call to Arms, and his fellow patriots, will one day be regarded as the equivalent of the embattled farmers who braved the guns of the British Empire to regain their freedom in the first American Revolution. Those farmers fired "the shots heard round the world." This tape includes an important introduction and afterword by Dr. William Pierce.

A Call to Arms is available from National Vanguard Books.

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