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by Alan Stang
January 19, 2009
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One of the many symptoms of the decline and fall of American civilization is its confusion about heroes. We have sports “heroes,” men who are paid lots of money to play games. We have movie “heroes,” who are paid even more money to pretend to be someone else. Our newest “hero” is an illegal alien whose real name we don’t know, whose total qualifications are a beautiful, black preacher voice, who will be coronated tomorrow as Emperor Also Known As the First.
Show me a nation’s heroes and I’ll tell you what it is. Our heroes used to be patriots, preachers, inventors and military leaders, etc. No more! The true heroes we have are vilified, preeminent among them Senator Joe McCarthy. So thoroughly has the Conspiracy for World Government besmirched his name that today, when the truth of all he said is available, even putative “conservatives” still use his name as a curse.
On the other hand, as we shall see tomorrow, traitors and mountebanks are enshrined. Today is the official, federal holiday that honors Martin Luther King. Regular readers and listeners know that every year we uncelebrate that event. I shall be doing so today on my radio talk show on the Republic Broadcasting Network at 11 a.m. Central.
Our annual uncelebration has become something of a tradition. This year’s uncelebration is based on my magazine pieces on the subject and my first book and best-seller, It’s Very Simple: The True Story of Civil Rights. The book is now forty four years old. Readers tell me it is still remarkably relevant and I do have some copies. To get one, send $10, including s & h, to P.O. Box 580503, Houston, TX, 77258.
Meanwhile, let’s uncelebrate. There are two reasons you don’t need to know anything about King to know that we should not be celebrating a holiday in his name. First, a respectable time needs to pass after a man dies, during which the facts will mature. After sober reflection has considered them, a national clamor will spontaneously call such an honor into being – if it is deserved.
To force such a holiday into law soon after a man dies, almost gasping in haste as in an emergency, using intimidation and threats for the purpose, is unseemly to say the least; but that is how the present farce we uncelebrate was arranged. Need we add that this principle applies to any man, whatever his name, whatever his color.
The second reason proves ipso facto that the King holiday is a fraud. The only American who used to be so honored – the only one – was George Washington himself, the Father of our country, because sober reflection on the facts proved he deserved it. Grateful Americans spontaneously made his birthday a holiday.
But the King holiday demoted George Washington. His birthday was submerged in "Presidents Day," with the result that the only American honored with a holiday all his own was Martin L. King. Even if you knew nothing about him before you started reading this, the obvious question should erupt from your monitor: Does this man – does any American – deserve to be honored above Washington? The sober question answers itself.
But there is much more. There are five important aspects of Martin Luther King’s career: 1) his Communist Party activities; 2) the violence that always erupted in a King demonstration; 3) his plagiarism; 4) his sexual pathology; 5) his pagan beliefs. Despite the fact that, by now, all this is known, the same putative “conservatives” who demean Joe McCarthy continue to genuflect at the shrine of Martin Luther King.
King was a Communist. It’s Very Simple talks about Bayard Rustin, King’s sodomite “secretary,” who spent his entire life in Communist Party activities, and who demanded that “more bloody Negro suffering should be encouraged so that squeamish Northern Negroes would be horrified into line. . . .”
There was also a man named Hunter Pitts O’Dell, who ran King’s organization. O’Dell was a member of the national committee of the Communist Party. The media of the time kept exposing O’Dell and Mike kept pretending to fire him, but O’Dell later would turn up elsewhere in King’s apparatus. It’s Very Simple includes pictures of both Rustin and O’Dell.
There are also pictures of Carl and Anne Braden, who also ran King’s organization. Both were Communists. Carl was convicted in Louisville of blowing up a house inhabited by blacks and blaming it on whites. James Dombrowski was another Communist who worked closely with King and stayed in his home. All these people were white. As you see, we are not just talking about one Communist who accidentally wormed his way in. We are talking about a swarm.
Martin Luther King attended a Communist training school in Tennessee. A famous picture shows him enjoying a lecture in the company of Communist Aubrey Williams and Abner W. Berry, a member of the Central Committee of the Communist Party. Rosa Parks, who helped King launch the Montgomery Bus Boycott, learned how to do it at the same Communist training school.
What has always amused me is that, after the book was published, we learned much more about King’s Communist and other activities than we knew before. I had to write many magazine articles to catch up. For instance, when I wrote It’s Very Simple I did not yet know about Stanley Levison.
Suddenly, King started to make speeches about the war in Vietnam. Well meaning Americans scratched their heads. The war took him far afield from “civil rights,” and his speeches started sounding like enemy propaganda cooked up in Hanoi. The reason was that Stanley Levison was writing those speeches. So who was Stanley Levison?
Stanley was the paymaster in this country for the KGB, the Soviet secret police. The KGB routinely sent Levison the rubles to pay for all Soviet activities in the United States, and he would distribute the money. How high up in the Soviet apparatus would you have to be – how much would the KGB have to trust you – to get that job? Stanley Levison, of the KGB, financed King and wrote his speeches. That is correct: the Soviet secret police financed Martin Luther King and put the words in his mouth.
King was said to be “heroic” because he was an apostle of Mohandas K. Gandhi’s non-violence in India. For that reason, many Americans at the time wondered why it was that, wherever King went, violence erupted. Why the paradox? King explained it himself, in a piece he wrote for Saturday Review, April 3, 1965 (“Behind the Selma March,” pp. 16-17, 57), in which he set forth the four steps of his technique:
“1. Nonviolent demonstrators go into the streets to exercise their constitutional rights. 2. Racists resist by unleashing violence against them. 3. Americans of conscience in the name of decency demand federal intervention and legislation. 4. The administration, under mass pressure, initiates measures of immediate intervention and remedial legislation.”
Remember, this is not something we are accusing him of. King wrote this himself. Notice that step two of his formulation calls for violence. The reason violence broke out wherever he went was that violence was what he went into the streets to get. Without the necessary violence, his schemes would fall flat. So, in King’s scenario, why would “racists” attack “nonviolent” demonstrators?
Drue Lackey was Montgomery, Alabama Chief of Police. In a speech in October, 2006, he explained that in the famous confrontation of 1965, “non-violent” demonstrators tried to provoke his policemen to react, by throwing “non-violent” bottles and bricks, and bedecking them with gobs of spit, while other “non-violent” demonstrators waited nearby to take pictures.
Here is Chief Lackey’s rendition of the event: “Those four days on the road had turned into an habitual sex orgy by the time they reached the capitol. King was always seen on TV marching in the front row among clean, well-disciplined performers. It was all a sham. He stayed partying separately most of those days, and would only arrive in a chauffeured limousine for appointed press deadlines, leaving immediately after.
“Most of the others put off at least until nightfall, what they had come for, as this mob had been bused in from across the country and around the world: unemployed Blacks, White students, party activists of both races, on promises of all the free food, booze and sex they wanted.
“They reached Montgomery late on the afternoon of March 24, 1965, and spent the night at St. Jude’s where they had been invited. We kept security along with the National Guard, for the local whites were up in arms. We witnessed them sleeping on the ground all together, and a lot of sexual activity went on throughout the night, with frequently changed partners. This is what the federal government sponsored: a bunch of communists and moral degenerates.”
Chief Lackey also had to protect King’s residence from provoked locals who were threatening to bomb it. But there was nothing he could do about the 25,000 misfits fornicating and committing other canine functions on local residents’ front lawns. Yes, confronted with such expert provocation, many locals snapped. Would you have been able to keep your head?
The Communist Broadcasting System, etc., would not record these assaults, but it would broadcast graphic coverage of what you did when you went crazy, with the logical result that fair-minded people around the country believed you attacked the "nonviolent demonstrators exercising their constitutional rights" for no reason. This was a typical King "nonviolent" demonstration.
I participated in a modest effort to defuse some of this, as the only white member of a strike team that would travel to a targeted town and explain the scheme before King’s terrorists arrived to foment animosity. For instance, King chose Sandersville, Georgia as a target and Julia Brown and I went there to do what we could.
Mrs. Brown had served as an F.B.I. undercover agent in the Communist Party for many years in Cleveland. Another member of our team was Leonard Patterson, Communist Party boss Gus Hall’s roommate at the Lenin School of Political Warfare in Moscow, where Leonard learned the art of fomenting race warfare here.
Mrs. Brown and I traveled and worked together many times. The Love Priestess and I were honored to have her stay at our home. She would delight in telling people I was her grandson, which raised some eyebrows among people too polite to ask how a black lady could have a grandson as white as Herman Talmadge. Needless to say, I did not correct her. A man would have to be enormously stupid to get crossways with his grandmother.
When we arrived, Sandersville was simmering. King’s men had already provoked so much tension that it would have been dangerous to bring the black and white residents together to the same hall to hear us. So, we spoke to them on two consecutive evenings, one evening to the blacks, the other to the whites.
We told them what this man King was, which organizations and people he worked with and fronted for, how he did it and what his purpose was. We explained that he was trying to divide the races and foment violence in behalf of his bosses who had more contempt for Negroes, as people of color then were known, than the worst racist concocted by the perfervid imagination of Harriet Beecher Stowe.
And, mirabile dictu, the tension dissipated. The people of Sandersville, Georgia, black and white, united in understanding who their true enemy was. King’s revolutionaries left. There was no riot. Later, my dear friend, Congressman Larry McDonald, the Georgia Democrat, invited Julia and me to testify against the proposed holiday for King. My beautiful “grandmother” and I flew together to the District of Criminals for the purpose. Julia testified that while she was an undercover Party member, she “knew Martin Luther King to be closely connected with the Communist Party.”
My “grandmother” became a one-woman truth squad. When word arrived about the next town King planned to terrorize, she would go there first and talk to the townspeople of both races who were willing to listen. Mike’s scheme would fizzle. So effective was she at exposing what Mike really was, so discredited and ineffective did he become, I worried that his Communist bosses might have him killed. As a martyr, he would be much more valuable to them than he had become.
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Wanting Mike to remain alive and ineffective, I warned my colleagues of my fear, hoping that sufficient publicity could neutralize the threat, but a few weeks later he was dead, killed by the usual "lone assassin." As usual, there was "no conspiracy." There never is. Waving a shirt he said was drenched with King’s blood (it wasn’t), Jesse Jackson, who said he cradled the dying King in his arms (he didn’t), launched a career selling Chicago "protection," that no doubt has turned Cosa Nostra black with envy. For part two click below.
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