A Brother from on High residing now in the Rockies turned me on to this work. He thought it a good fit in my collection here.
Besieged Patriot
By Gerald L. K. Smith
I have been associated with Gerald L. K. Smith for years. Having lost
my father early in life, he became as a father to me. Early in my
association with him I became convinced of his complete dedication, his
absolute integrity, and his uncompromising devotion to the ideals to
which he had given his life.
For years I have implored Mr. Smith to give us at least a thumbnail
summary of his dramatic life. Perhaps no living American, and few
Americans now living, have passed through a more dangerous and
interesting drama involving his life, his liberty and his public reputation than did Mr. Smith. He endured riots, threats to his life, the risk of
imprisonment, character assassination, and every other weapon which
can be used by a satanic enemy in his attempt to destroy a good man, by
the grace of God he survived. His influence not only increased every year
that I was with him, but it promises to expand geometrically. The truth
of his life becomes increasingly known not only to the people who are
now alive, but to generations yet unborn. It was the spiritual, intellectual and patriotic material on which the Founding Fathers drew in the
building of this Constitutional Republic. It was the quality of sacrifice
which characterized the early Christians and the Christian pioneers
which blazed the trail through the jungles of paganism and barbarism in
such a way as to translate a handful of persecuted believers in an Upper
Room into a civilization that has now become the most important factor
in human life. Billions of people have embraced the personality of Jesus
Christ, because there has always been men and women in every century
willing to stand alone for high principle. This was the formula by which
Gerald L. K. Smith lived. He has been observed and commented on by
the most renowned and important journalists and public figures in
America. He commanded even the respect of his enemies in that they
recognized in him one of the most dangerous contemporaries to Communism, treason, antichrist Zionism and other negative forces which
have been mobilized to destroy our Christian civilization.
Below I cite examples of this comment:
Lowell Thomas, the world renowned commentator, said: "Gerald L. K.
Smith is the most eloquent and courageous orator in America."
H. L. Mencken, the dean of literary critics and author of "The American Language," the most respected reference work in the libraries of the universities and one of the most exciting commentators of the century,
said: "As an orator, Gerald is the greatest of them all-not the greatest
by an inch or a foot or a yard or a mile, but the greatest by a least two
light years. He begins where the next best leaves off. He is the master of
masters, the champion of all epochs, ancient or modern, the Aristotle
and Johann Sebastian Bach of all known orators, dead or alive."
Federal Judge Weatherford of Los Angeles, during a libel suit
brought against Mr. Smith which was eventually decided in his favor,
said: "Mr. Smith is perhaps the greatest living master of the American
language."
Mark Sullivan, one of the outstanding feature writers for the New
York Herald Tribune, said: "All the orators of this generation combined
will not make one Gerald Smith." (This statement was made in a feature
article which appeared following Mr. Smith's address to the Washington, D. C., Press Club.)
Pravda, the news agency of the Soviet Union, said: "Gerald L. K. Smith
is one of the five influences in America that is the most dangerous to the
Soviet Union."
Westbrook Pegler, for years the most highly paid newspaper columnist in America, said: "My biggest mistake was not joining hands with
Gerald L. K. Smith twenty years earlier than I did."
The Jewish Voice: "We have spent thousands upon thousands of dollars to destroy Gerald L. K. Smith, but even so he rises now stronger
than ever."
A student of world affairs, who prefers not to be named, said: "Gerald L.
K. Smith has furnished the 'mother's milk' for nearly 2,000 right wing
patriotic organizations."
The late Henry Ford: "I wish Gerald L. K. Smith could be President of
the United States."
Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh: "He was my choice for United States
Senator from Michigan." He was a heavy donator to Mr. Smith's Senate
Campaign.
During the summer of 1972, from May until November, an oil painting
of Mr. Smith was hung in the Smithsonian Institute. An Associate
Curator said: "Mr. Smith's picture created much interest and excitement."
The Cross and The Flag, the official organ of the Christian
Nationalist Crusade, of which Mr. Smith was the Publisher, is referred
to by many discriminating critics as the most fearless and consistent
periodical of its kind in the world.
FORWARD
by
Gerald L. K. Smith
This is not a biography; neither is it a history although it contains
facts that have made and will make history. It contains an answer to a
thousand questions which people are constantly asking me concerning
my dramatic career.
I have lived to a ripe maturity. I have crisscrossed my country to a
total of more than three million miles. I have spoken in every major city
in America in defense of my Christian faith, American tradition, racial
self-respect, private enterprise and Constitutional government. It was
my honor some years ago to be identified by Josef Stalin in his official
periodical "Pravda" in Moscow as being one of the five most dangerous
enemies to Communism in the United States. I have been praised,
glorified, smeared, rioted, imprisoned and marked for death. I have been
shot at numerous times. I have been accosted with pistols. I have been
praised on the floor of Congress, investigated by Congressional Committees, tortured by bureaucrats, praised by lovers of Christ and cursed by
modernist, pro-Moscow clergymen. Under pressure from the Jewish
hidden hand, I have been given the silent treatment by the news media,
and at one time a resolution was passed by a committee of mind washing
media czars to the effect that my name would not be mentioned in the
press until they printed my obituary.
I have been a friend of, and admired by, some of the greatest men of
this generation including the late Henry Ford, Charles A. Lindbergh,
the late General Douglas MacArthur, and the late assassinated United
States Senator Huey P. Long.
It has been my honor to address more millions of people than any
private citizen in America of this century.
My first love is my personal faith in Jesus Christ. I not only profess my
love for Christ, but I resist without compromise the enemies of Christ
who are determined, in fulfillment of the Scripture, to "Crucify our Lord
anew."
If I were to write this handbook with continuity and completeness, one
volume would not contain it. It would create a set of books. But this
summary of episodes and insites in my life is being published in order
that my old friends and new friends may get quick resume of the drama
of my life.
As a writer and publisher, it has been years since I failed to write for
publication less that 300 days out of each year. I have written and distributed over 500 periodicals, pamphlets, tracts, and booklets. The
bound volumes of my writings make up a bookshelf as long as it required
for the Encyclopedia Britannica. I have written every subject dealing
with the issues of man as they relate to the preservation of the Christian
faith and the maintenance of our American traditions.
As the director of the Christian Nationalist Crusade, a nationwide
movement which not only reaches into every community of every State,
but into every free nation on earth, I have participated in every important political conflict of this generation. It has been my honor to be
nominated for President twice by two independent parties, and because
of this fact my portrait was displayed in the Smithsonian Institute in
Washington D.C. the summer of 1972.
The necessities of my life require that I write, but the first joy of my
life has been in public speech, a rapidly disappearing art among the
American people. The greatest rhetorician of the century whose book
"The American Language" is the chief reference book on this subject in
the great universities of America, H. L. Mencken, was so generous in his
appraisal of my gift of speech that it would sound boastful to quote him
here, but I have permitted the publishers to run a photostatic copy of his
statement elsewhere in this handbook.
In reviewing the scores of dramatic episodes in my life, I make no
attempt to bring them out in chronological order. Each one will have to
stand by itself, consequently, they are entered not in the order of their
importance, or in the order of their occurrence, but in order that they may
be kept separated without the appearance of continuity.
I was born into a proud family in Pardeeville, Wisconsin, February 27,
1898. I saw the light of day at 11 o'clock Sunday morning. My father and
mother were aristocrats in the true sense of the word, defined not by
wealth or possessions, but defined by a mode of life and the proud
conduct which grows out of self-respect. They taught me to believe that I
was of royal blood, not because I had any kings or queens as ancestors in
the ordinary sense, but because in being a Christian I had become a child
of God. My mother used to sing to me the song, "My Father is rich in
houses and land. He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands ... I'm a
child of the King."
We knew the meaning of want, poverty and privation, but we grew up
in that proud atmosphere that would prefer starvation and cold to the
thought of accepting gratuities from anyone else. My father pursued his
occupation as a salesman early in life with pride and intelligence, but
when I was a little tot, he became chronically ill and it was necessary for
him to take my mother, my sister, who was ten years my senior, and me
and move back into a hilly homestead in Richland County (Sylvan
township), Wisconsin. Here we eked out a livelihood, but at no time did
my proud father, Lyman and mother, Sarah, lose their bearing of pride,
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self-respect and intelligent interest in the affairs of life. In one sense, I
was fortunate in having an ailing father, because he was brilliant,
logical and devout. His ailment made it possible for him to spend much
time with me, and early in life I absorbed the rich principles that made
him the best Christian man I have ever known.
I attended a country school in the hills which changed teachers as
high as three times a year and ran three terms, two and one-half months
each. The middle term was dedicated to the big boys who had to work in
the fields fall, spring and summer, and the only education they got was
in attending the mid-term school.
At 11 years of age I convinced my father and mother that I would do
better if I could ride into town seven miles every day and attend the
village school at Viola, Wisconsin. This I did after doing the chores,
riding seven miles every morning on horseback and seven miles every
evening on horseback. It was quite a ride for a boy 11 years old.
I will not bore the reader with the details which followed. I graduated
from common school, and later graduated from the high school at the
county seat of Vernon County, Viroqua, Wisconsin.
By this time my father had made quite a recovery, but not enough to
finance my education. At 17 I graduated from high school and went to
Valparaiso University, because at that time it was an independently
owned university that catered to boys and girls who had to help themselves through school. I arrived with enough money to pay my first
quarter's tuition, $20.00 and to buy my books, and then wound up with
$10.00 in hand. I felt very lucky when I got a job at a boarding house
which boarded 210 boys and girls. Five of us washed and dried the dishes
without any machinery morning, noon and night. In return for this, we
got our board, but believe it or not, the cash customers who paid for their
board only paid $2.00 per week.
Upon graduation I was ordained to the ministry of what was then
known as the Christian Church. To follow my career as a minister would
be a book in itself, so I shall not deal with this detail at length. Suffice it
to say, at the age of 23 I was Pastor of the church at Footville, Wisconsin,
eleven miles from Janesville, Wisconsin. In Janesville there lived a
young woman whom I considered the most beautiful young woman I
have ever seen-gracious, lovely, intelligent and charming beyond anyone I had ever hoped to know. I couldn't believe that such a beautiful
person would take seriously my interest in her, but she did. We courted
and were married at Beloit, Wisconsin, and shortly before this was
written we celebrated our 53rd Wedding Anniversary. Her maiden
name was Elna Marion Sorenson. Her parents were both full-blooded
Danes and devout Christians.
When we celebrated our Golden Wedding Anniversary we were asked
to be interviewed by the Mutual Radio Network, which broadcast the interview on its world-wide network. The interviewer asked my wife
Elna to prepare a statement on "How can one live happily with the same
man for 50 years?" She fulfilled his desires. It was broadcast to the
world. Many people requested copies, and a copy of same appears in this
handbook.
I became prominent in my denomination and active in the affairs of
the Church, and early in 1929 I was called to be the Pastor of the
Kingshighway Christian Church in Shreveport, Louisiana. This church has one of the most beautiful church buildings in the South. Its congregation was made up of people of prominence, influence and quality.
Within the fraternity of the clergy, it was considered a high honor to be
called to this church. Overnight I became a community leader. I was
called on to address everything from the State Convention of Bankers to
the State Convention of the American Federation of Labor. I made
commencement addresses, presided at banquets, and journeyed all over
the Nation in response to a wide variety of invitations. In short, I was
looked upon as a popular, eloquent, successful, young preacher. I even
believed many of the flatteries which came to me, and frequently way
down in my heart I felt like I was really somebody.
The Kingshighway Church was the last church of which I was a
pastor. I retired from the pulpit as a minister in 1934, because of a
dramatic circumstance which will be discussed later. One might wonder
why did an ordained minister, dedicated to the preaching of the gospel of
Jesus Christ, retire from a great church to engage himself in the most
controversial issues of the generation? The answer to that question
could be a book, but I shall not evade it.
About the time I came to Louisiana, the most brilliant statesman of
this century was rising to power and influence in the State of Louisiana.
His name was Huey P. Long, who became first, Railroad Commissioner
(Public Service Commissioner), then Governor, and then a member of
the U.S. Senate. He was despised by the 'feudal lords,' the enemies of
progress and the exploiters of the people. Although he came from a
family with a proud, rich heritage going back to Colonial days, and like
myself was raised in the environment of aristocratic pride, he was the
voice of the people and he loved the masses. Early in my life in
Louisiana, I was warned by the people who thought that they were
running the State that I must never have any contact with this 'boorish,'
wild, adventuresome man known as Huey P. Long. I was later to discover that that was not an accurate description, but that he was indeed
one of the most brilliant men of the century. Chief Justice William
Howard Taft said at one time: "Huey P. Long was the most brilliant
attorney to appear before me while Chief Justice of the Supreme Court
of the United States." He was smeared, hated and downgraded because he was determined to rescue his people from a 'feudal lord' bondage
characteristic of no other state in the Nation at that time.[I believe I know who 'those people' were who thought they were running the state, but I need to look closer to confirm,perhaps elsewhere in this work will confirm my suspicions. DC]
The stock market crash came in 1929 and we were lowered into a
depression, the like of which our Nation had never experienced. The
proud, the well-to-do and the prominent became penniless overnight.
Hundreds of men stood in soup lines or in bread lines waiting to get a
handful of nourishment to take to their families even though only a few
months before they had held prominent positions in banks, business
institutions and corporate enterprises.
Here I was, the pastor of this proud church. As I stood at the door on
Sunday morning, people would come to me in tears and say, "We're
going to lose our homes." Some even said "We have paid it down to
$500.00, but there is no money and we can't raise the money to make
even one payment." People who lived at that time will tell you that there
was no money, not even $1.00 for people who had been handling
thousands of dollars. Provisions were made in Washington for a great
sum of money as loans, to be made available to people who were losing
their homes, but sharp operators were anxious to exploit the emergency
and virtually steal these homes before the people could save themselves
by emergency measures. The tears and broken hearts of those who were
losing their homes overwhelmed me, and I went down to the institution
which held most of the mortgages and appealed to the director of the
loan company to postpone the foreclosures. He ridiculed my concern
saying, "Mr. Smith, you are a clergyman. You do not understand business." I answered by saying, "Yes, but I understand the Bible which says
'Thou shalt not steal."
Shortly thereafter I received a call from one of the prominent members of my church, and in this church were men of the greatest prominence in the community including bankers, public officials and
Chamber of Commerce executives, etc. He said that a group of them
wanted to have a conference with me. They came to my house and
challenged my right to be concerned about the foreclosures. Later some
of them admitted that they were stockholders in the company which was
virtually trying to steal these millions of dollars' worth of homes. Higher
authorities in the church who held the mortgage on the beautiful new
church building contacted me immediately and threatened me with the
call of the loan if I didn't resign from the church.
The next morning after I conferred with these men I called Huey P.
Long. I said: "Mr. Long, a group of men in my church and the head of the
building and loan company are planning to steal millions of dollars'
worth of homes in this hour of emergency. What shall I do?" He said:
"Stay right there." In less than thirty minutes I received a call from the
head of the building and loan company, who said that he had received a terrible call from Huey Long who had issued all sorts of threats unless
he did what I wanted him to do, and he begged me to come down to see
him. I said: "No, I don't need to come to see you. All you need to do is go
across the street to the court house and cancel those foreclosures." This
he did.
In the midst of an unprecedented economic and sociological crisis, I
became convinced that Huey P. Long was the man of the hour. I resigned
my pulpit even though 95% of the membership implored me to remain,
and announced that I was going to give my life defending American
tradition and Christian faith.
The following developments, if recited, would make another book, but
suffice it to say, I became the one who was journeying across America in
a campaign to make Huey P. Long President of the United States. James
Farley, who was then the most important politician in America and who
was responsible for the election of Mr. Roosevelt (a mortal enemy of
Huey Long) said: "If Mr. Long had not been assassinated he would have
been elected President of the United States in 1936." [Given that my opinion is that Roosevelt was a full blown Communist, I am not surprised he feared Long. It is also apparent to me, just given this one story Smith related, that there is a great deal of disinformation about Long in the official version of events DC]
One evening I was walking with Senator Huey P. Long through the
corridor of the beautiful State Capitol of Louisiana, which had been
built under his direction. A young Jewish doctor by the name of Carl
Weiss stepped out from behind a marble pillar and shot Senator Long
and turned his gun toward me, and had it not been for the bodyguards
who shot the killer, I too, might have been either maimed or killed.
Two days later he died. I was at his side. I heard his last words. I
delivered the funeral oration over his grave, which was the largest
public funeral in American history, even larger than the Kennedy
funeral. It required three acres just to lay one bouquet beside another. It
was estimated that 250,000 people attended the funeral with thousands
of people unable to get across the rivers in time for the funeral.
There were nine of us who were important leaders in the Louisiana
organization. Without going into detail, the Roosevelt machine which
hated Huey Long so much, (many people believe that Franklin
Roosevelt was instrumental in his death), this organization was determined even by way of assassination to capture the Louisiana organization. They sent their representative to Louisiana in the person of Joseph
Keenan, the Assistant Attorney General of the United States, who later
became the Judge Advocate who sentenced the war criminals of Japan.
He consummated what I refer to as the 'Second Louisiana Purchase,' and
the entire organization with the exception of myself and one other made
a deal with Roosevelt in return for the promise of millions and millions
and millions of dollar's worth of patronage.
I took the last dollar I had and bought three hours' time on every
available radio station in the State of Louisiana. At the same time I
addressed 70,000 people in the Plaza in New Orleans, and I told the
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people that those whom they had selected as their leaders had sold the
State and the blood of Huey Long to those who desired his death and
precipitated his assassination. This left me completely alone, repudiated by a corrupt state regime and hatred to the hour of his death by
Franklin Roosevelt and his regime of bureaucratic tyrants. I then resolved that I would give my life to what I considered the greatest issue in
the world: the preservation of America, the America which had grown
out of the dynamic of Christ's personality. Later this movement was to
be known as Christian Nationalism, which resulted in my crisscrossing
the United States and speaking in every major city and broadcasting to
millions of people by radio.
This should orient the reader to the purposes, ideals and background
of my life in such a way as to help them to understand the dramatic
experiences which grew out of my commitments. I can truthfully say
that there has never been a moment in my public career that I would not
surrender my life rather than to surrender the principles to which I have
been dedicated, and joining me in such dedication has been my lovely
and faithful wife Elna.
IMPORTANT EXPLANATION
As one reads this handbook containing a summary of dramatic
episodes in my life, he is bound to raise the question: "Why has Gerald L.
K. Smith been so bitterly fought? Why is he so hated by some and loved
by others? Why has his life been in danger?"
In the days of Huey Long (the assassinated Senator) with whom I was
walking through the State Capitol in Baton Rouge, Louisiana when he
was shot) the concentration of hatred against Senator Huey was because
he was the most outstanding opponent of Franklin D. Roosevelt. The
Roosevelt machine was so violent and so vicious that it sought the
imprisonment and even death of effective enemies, and it is still generally believed in mature-minded areas of observation that Franklin
Roosevelt, personally, was responsible for the conspiracy that finally
produced the assassination of the late Senator Huey P. Long of
Louisiana.[You know who else was violent toward their effective enemies...The Bolsheviks DC]
After Senator Long had been assassinated, I moved out into the
national realm where I dealt with the most controversial issues of the
generation. I joined with Henry Ford, Sr. and Charles A. Lindbergh and
others in opposing our entrance into World War II. The Jews all favored
entrance into World War II and carried on a campaign of hidden-handed
persecution and abuse against all who were opposed to the war. We who
opposed the war believed that we should pit Hitler against Stalin, weaken both nations, and protect America from the risk of making a
Frankenstein monster out of either nation. Our opinions were overruled
and World War II was used to create a Frankenstein monster out of the
Soviet Union.
The bitterness in this battle released upon me the organized hatred of
the international Jew and the pro-Communist manipulators throughout the world. Another great well of hate came from the Communist
complex, because I was recognized as one of the most effective foes of
Communism not only in the United States, but in the world. Stalin's
newspaper "Pravda" even admitted that at one time.
We then leveled off for a well-balanced crusade in defense of our racial
self-respect, private enterprise, Constitutional tradition and Christian
faith, I inspired the animosity of every element in the world which could
be classified as a part of the program of the antichrist. I advocated the
principle that America was the greatest single product of Christian
civilization, and, therefore, we must learn to respect not only our Nation, but respect the fact that the dynamic of our Nation was Christianity. Out of this conviction I developed what became known as the
Christian Nationalist Crusade with key personalities in every voting
district in the United States and with admiring followers in every free
nation on earth. The hatred for my activities graduated into murderous
hate because of my revelations concerning the relationship of organized
Jewry to the establishment of the Soviet Republic and because of my
belief that the so-called State of Israel is a 'counterfeit,' set up by the
anti christ. [The readers of this blog know that more then once I have referred to the English step child as an abomination before God DC]
The summary of my deep convictions, which will help the reader to
understand why I am and have been a controversial figure, was released
to my key followers in the Christian Nationalist Crusade as follows:
SUMMARY OF PRINCIPLES
We reaffirm our belief in the 10 principles of Christian Nationalism as
adopted at the Christian Nationalist Party Convention held in St. Louis,
Missouri, on September 30, 1949.
1. Preserve America as a Christian Nation being conscious of the fact
that there is a highly organized campaign to substitute Jewish
tradition for Christian tradition.
2. Expose, fight and outlaw Communism.
3. Safeguard American liberty against the menace of bureaucratic
Fascism.
4. Maintain a government set up by the majority which abuses no
minority and is abused by no minority. Fight mongrelization and all
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attempts being made to force the intermixture of the black and
white races.
5. Protect and earmark national resources for our citizenry first.
6. Maintain the George Washington Foreign Policy of friendship with
all nations, trade with all nations, entangling alliances with none.
7. Oppose a world government and a super state.
8. Prove that the American citizen can enjoy more abundance under
the true American system than under any alien system now being
proposed by foreign propagandists.
9. Stop immigration so that American jobs and American homes can
be safeguarded for American citizens.
10. Enforce the Constitution as it pertains to our monetary system.
LIFE AND DEATH CONTROVERSIES
In summary then, it has been my lot to be involved in most of the
life-and-death controversies of the century. Anyone engaged in the
following controversies can expect smear, abuse, character assassination and even assassination:
1. Resisting the tyranny of left-wing bureaucracy.
2. Fighting Communism with knowledgeable effectiveness.
3. Expressing intelligent and alert awareness of the plot for international power carried on by the world Jewish organizations.
4. Giving opposition to the destruction of our racial self-respect by those
who would mongrelize and degenerate the white race.
The moment a man resists the aggressiveness of the organized Jew, he
is branded for liquidation socially, politically, religiously and economically.
One reason my opposition to Roosevelt bureaucratic tyranny was met
with such violence was because I was associated with the man who
would have defeated Franklin D. Roosevelt for President had he not
been assassinated-the late U. S. Senator Huey P. Long.
EPISODE 1
FIRST PUBLICITY
Believe it or not, the first time I ever got my name in the paper was
when I won a foot race at a district high school track meet. I graduated
from the high school at Viroqua, Wisconsin. I was always active in the
affairs of the school, belonged to the debating society, the literary club
and winning oratorical contests. I did not pose as an athlete, although I
was fleet of foot and strong of body, but I did go along with the athletic
teams as sort of a handyman, keeping score and helping to manage some
of the small affairs which came up during the visit to other towns and
involving the normal detail of the games. It must be remembered that 60
years ago athletics in high school constituted rather a provincial and
limited element. For instance, when we would visit another town to play
basketball, we always had to wait until the motion picture show was
over, and then they would set up the baskets and play the game after ten
o'clock at night.
Wisconsin gets terribly cold in the winter. We had completed a game
in a little village called Soldiers Grove, located in the Kickapoo Valley,
and as we came down to the foot of the stairs below the motion picture
theatre in the old opera house where the game was played, I looked at
the thermometer and it read 48 degrees below zero. Our teacher-coach
advised us that we would not be able to ride home 15 miles on the
bobsleds which were drawn by horses. We would be compelled to walk
We were all heavily clad with double suits of underwear, overshoes,
heavy overcoats and fur caps. Imagine walking 15 miles through deep
road snow after midnight with the temperature 48 degrees below zero.
Can you imagine anyone permitting that to happen today. The boys
would have all been tucked in like infants and allowed to sleep late in
some comfortable motel. We walked home, and I arrived at my house
about 5 o'clock. I undressed, went to bed and had scarcely turned over
when my Mother shook me saying, "Get up, Gerald, it is time to go to
Sunday School."
One of the great advantages of my life was being raised by a Mother
who was not foolish enough to think that I was the only perfect child in
the world. She was not a son worshipper. She never hesitated to criticize
me and point out my mistakes, so when I went away from home it wasn't
necessary for me to make the terrible discovery that so many spoiled
boys make when they find out from strangers that they are not as perfect
as their mothers thought they were, or said they were. She showed no
concern for the fact that I had walked all night. There was no sentimental pity. The one important thing was for me to get up and go to Sunday
School.
The time came when our little high school was competing in a district
track meet in LaCrosse, Wisconsin. We entered contestants in all the
important classifications, the 100 yard dash, the relay races, the hurdle races, the mile run, etc. I wasn't entered. I was no part of the competing teams, but as the day progressed we had lost in every contest,
and I went to the coach and said: "I believe that I could put on a bathing
suit and win that mile race." He gave consent and I prepared to compete.
My rehearsal had been the fact that every noon I would run home from
school for lunch, and it was about a mile each way. It seemed that I had
developed the characteristics of a mile runner without preparing for a
track meet. I entered the mile race and came home with the only medal
that our track team won at the LaCrosse track meet. There was a little
story in the paper the next day telling how G. Smith had hung back for
the first part of the mile and then had gained to the point of winning a
medal.
EPISODE 2
FAVORITE SON
In 1946 I was chosen by the City of Viroqua, Wisconsin (my home town
where I graduated from high school) as the favorite son to be recognized
on the occasion of the Centennial Anniversary. The Chamber of Commerce chose me to deliver the address. I accepted. The chairman of the
committee was a young native by the name of Judge Neprud. Shortly
after the announcement, which was carried by all the newspapers especially in Wisconsin, Judge Neprud was in Milwaukee. He was waited on
by the Jews, nagged by the press, and under the pressure and arm twisting of these elements, he announced without authority that the invitation of Gerald L. K. Smith to make the Centennial address had
been cancelled. This created quite a stir. The Chamber of Commerce
met, removed Judge Neprud, named another chairman, and reissued
the invitation. This created much publicity and feature stories were
carried, and the Jew-controlled press began to beg the citizens of
Viroqua to cancel their invitation to their native son, Gerald. The
protests fell on deaf ears, and the potential attendance began to mount.
At that time Viroqua had a population of about 3500. I was scheduled to speak in the city park known as Eckhart Park, and when I was introduced by August Smith (no relative of mine) but known as a
prominent educator who knew me when I was a young boy-when he
arose to introduce me even the hostile press estimated that there were at
least 24,000 people in front of me to hear the address. The LaCrosse Tribune, which was my enemy, admitted that within five minutes after I
had started speaking the entire audience was completely in my grip.
People stood in rapt attention for over an hour and a half. The crowd
was so great that it was necessary to use the County Fairgrounds as a
parking facility while the people were brought in by school buses.
Without boasting, it is safe to say that it was the largest reception ever
given a native son in his home town in the history of Wisconsin, surpassing even the LaFollettes. On that occasion the committee responsible
for sponsoring the event presented me with a beautiful diamond ring set
in jet black. I prized the gift, although I am not to wear diamonds. After
some years I told the story of the gift to my nephew, Roland Lee Morgan,
and gave him the ring suggesting that he wear it in honor of the fact that
it represented the show of great respect to his Uncle on the part of the
community where he grew up and graduated from high school.
The campaign against me before I spoke in Viroqua was vicious, and
ruthless. It later developed that $2,000 had been deposited in escrow in
the local bank to go as a prize to anyone who could effect the cancellation
of the invitation. Later I suggested that the money be donated to the
hospital fund, and the pressure was great upon the man who made the
deposit that he yielded to my suggestion.
The next year I returned to Wisconsin to visit my aged father and
mother, and I was requested to speak in the same park to what was
called a Union Sunday night church service. Before the church service
an old schoolmate of mine came to me and said: "Gerald, Judge Neprud
is coming up for re-election and his attempted cancellation of your
invitation last year to address the Centennial did him great injury. He is
sorry for what he did and says that he believes if you will allow him to
stand beside you as you shake hands with the people as they go out from
the meeting in the park that he could be re-elected. It was easy for me to
forgive Judge Neprud, because he was a good man and he meant to do
what was right, but yielded under the kind of pressure that only the
Jews know how to bring upon people. I consented to the suggestion and
the Judge was re-elected.
PRINCIPLES WORTH
LIVING AND DYING
FOR
It has always been my conviction that there is an oversupply of
expedient leaders, compromising politicians, timid clergymen and policy men in general. A nation in crisis, which defines America since 1929,
needs a leadership in every sociological realm dedicated so completely to
truth as to be willing to live completely for it and die for it, if necessary.
That has been my dedication, and, praise God, I have been joined in that
dedication by my beautiful, faithful and intelligent companion, Elna.
It won't take a mature reader long to review the following expressed
commitments without realizing the lethal dangers that can come to one
who dares to speak without compromise and write without timidity
concerning these matters.
Each subject that I discuss briefly in this statement could constitute
the title of a book. The reader, therefore, should make note of the fact
that I do not consider my discussion of these matters complete. But when
you have finished reading this summary, you will know why I have been
persecuted, hounded, harassed and smeared as well as being threatened
with death, prison and social ostracism.
I.
THE SUPREME COURT
MUST BE PURGED
It is my belief that the Supreme Court of the United States for years
was completely corrupted under the leadership of Chief Justice Earl
Warren. During the term of Mr. Warren and others, the green light was
given to Communism, pornography, crime, treason and mongrelization.
It is the belief of certain mature observers that the Supreme Court has
been a greater menace to the United States than any other single
negative evil entity. Since the resignation of Mr. Warren, who was a
slave to the Jewish complex, and even accepted degrees from the University of Judaism and turned to Rabbi Finkelstein of New York City as
his chief advisor, since his resignation the Court has made a slight
improvement, but it is still a blurred, debauched, wounded branch of the
Government of the United States. One evil thing that it has done
recently has been to justify the conspiracy of mongrelization by sustaining the bureaucratic tyranny of compulsory busing. But far beyond that
has been its justification of the slaughter of the unborn, referred to as
abortion. I contend that there are certain members of the Supreme
Court who should be impeached, and there is some argument to support
imprisonment for certain members. It is my belief that Justice Douglas
is one of the most depraved, sociologically perverted individuals in
America, and be has used his negative personality to help blight, destroy and wound our whole nations existence.
II.
DEFEAT THE GENOCIDE TREATY
The Genocide Treaty was originated by the Jews and presented to the
United Nations. It has been approved by the United Nations, but thanks
to the Connally Resolution, which has brought about in the formation of
the United Nations through the instrumentality of the writer and a
little handful of others, no regulation can be imposed upon the American
people without the consent of Congress. The Genocide Treaty is a fraud
and a fake. It would allegedly outlaw the slaughter of a whole race, or a
whole people, because of their politics or their religion. I don't know of a
decent person on earth who is not opposed to such barbarism. But the
real purpose of the Genocide Treaty is to make it a crime to say anything
that will offend a racial or religious group. In the ultimate, this means
that if the Genocide Treaty, now being advocated and pushed by the
Jew Senator from New York, Jacob Javits, and others, were to become a
law by the approval of the United States Senate, it would become a
criminal offense for me to oppose the mongrelization of the races or
oppose the conspiratorial political activities of international Zionism.
Under this act I could be picked up and deposited in a foreign prison
under an international law. That is the sort of thing these Jews want to
happen. They are up to so much skulduggery that they know the only
way they can prevent being exposed is to silence and imprison their
opponents.
Always remember that I believe it is a sin to hate any man because of
his race, his creed or his religion, but I do not believe it is a sin to contend
without compromise in defense of the deity of my Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ. Do not forget that wherever Zionism and Communism rule
Christianity is virtually outlawed.
If the Genocide Treaty were to be approved by the United States
Senate, I could be imprisoned in a foreign prison for distributing "The
Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion," as well as the volume "International Jew," as it was originally published by the famous industrialist,
the late Henry Ford.
III.
PROFITABLE WORK CAMPS
FOR THE UNRULY
We should establish work camps for revolutionary traitors. Our Government has become so weak and our law enforcement agencies have
become so insipid that it is now almost impossible to convict a traitor in
the United States of America. A mob of barbarians moved in on the
Democratic Convention in Chicago some years ago. They incited to riot. They tried to kill. They vowed that they would burn down the convention hall, but when the culprits were arrested and indicted, they were
released with the help of the treason machine which is my name for the
Jew-controlled radio and television networks as well as the left wing
news media in general.[Sounds like the antifa thugs to me. What was it they said was going to happen if their Communist Bernie Sanders does not win the 2020 election? And please stop calling them Socialists, cause everytime Socialists 'win', the Communists appear next. DC]
When a gang of blacks came into a courtroom in California with guns
and shot the head off the Judge, they were arrested and indicted. Among
the number was a notorious Communist woman by the name of Angela
Davis, who made no denial of the fact that she was a Moscovite who
wanted to overthrow the Government of the United States. It was
proved, and she did not deny it, that the guns that shot the Judge were furnished by her. Even so, the jury was so intimidated and the community was so propagandized that these people were turned loose. The
same thing happened to a set of off-beat personalities in Florida that
allegedly conspired to disrupt and destroy the Republican Convention
and do physical injury to important personalities. These people were
released. Such things have happened all over the United States.
We need a new set of laws dealing with sedition and treason. Instead
of locking these people up in jail cells to mildew, rust and corrode, we
should put them out on work farms or in industrial plants where they
can produce food and commodities to fill the needs of the American
people. They should be paid wages. They should not be worked as slaves,
but they should work under official supervision until it is the opinion of
those who have authority over them that it is safe to turn them loose
upon society. The do-gooders and the sentimental sob sisters will scream
"concentration camps," but that is only a trick word designed to prevent
us from dealing realistically with the people who are trying to overthrow the Government of the United States.
IV.
INCREASE THE AUTHORITY
OF THE
MILITARY DOMESTICALLY
We should increase the authority of the military in dealing with
disruptive personalities who have made it impossible for patriots, dedicated to the Constitutional tradition of America, to hold public meetings. Even during the last Presidential election, rioters, pickets and
troublemakers were in such command and were given such license in
the name of civil rights that it was impossible for the President of the
United States to tour America and deliver speeches. Any man, regardless of the political party that he represents, who is considered a law abiding citizen and who has arranged to hold a public meeting, should be
guaranteed the right to speak without interruption. People do not necessarily need to be denied the right to picket, or to issue statements of
protest, or to hold meetings of protest, but they should not be allowed to
destroy other people's meetings. In fact, to conspire to break up a meeting of American citizens assembled to hear an address is to conspire to
deny one his civil rights. This should be made a crime subject to arrest,
and upon conviction the guilty one should be put away where he can do
hard work and be paid a decent salary until he is willing to obey the laws
of the land and conduct himself as a self-respecting American citizen.
Many of the big cities have lost the power to govern themselves. It is
not safe to walk on the streets. It is hardly safe to be in one's own home.
When necessary, emergencies should be declared and these towns
should be put under martial law in such a way that mothers can play
with their children in the park, and law-abiding citizens can walk to the
grocery store after dark without the risk of being robbed, mugged or
even killed.
An example of the breakdown of law and order in the United States is
in the experiences that we had with Prime Minister Pompidou of France. The last time he visited the United States, he and his wife were
rotten-egged by a bunch of violent Jews in Chicago, and they were
insulted so completely that it was unsafe for them to visit the great
metropolitan centers as was originally desired by our President. The
last time Mr. Pompidou conferred with our President, it was necessary
for them to meet in Iceland, because it was not safe to have them meet in
the United States of America. In most nations on earth the President
would have declared a national emergency and made himself the temporary dictator until law and order could have been restored and every
visiting statesman could move about the land without the risk of death,
abuse and ridicule.
V.
RESTORE THE
NEIGHBORHOOD SCHOOLS
We must restore the neighborhood schools. When the public schools
were originally formed, it was the belief of the Founding Fathers that
children should not go beyond the regional authority of their parents.
Therefore, it was agreed that the teachers who were hired would be
hired by parents who had been elected by the community to serve on
what would be called a School Board. This simple local school authority,
in most instances, has disappeared-first, superseded by State authority and then Federal authority. Today "glassy-eyed" bureaucrats in
Washington, D.C., are dictating the whole system, even to the point of
compulsory busing where little girls and little boys can be grabbed from
in front of their homes and taken miles away from home to be dumped in
with people of other races in the establishment of what some bureaucrat says is the necessary racial balance. For years people have been buying
homes and building homes in communities on the basis that those
homes were close to a schoolhouse, where in many instances they could
walk with their little children to the school, if necessary. That is all
being destroyed, thanks to the treasonable and abortive decisions that
have been handed down by what, I believe, is an impeachable Supreme
Court of the United States.
VI.
LEGALIZE DEVOTIONS IN SCHOOL
HOUSES EVEN AS THEY ARE NOW
LEGALIZED IN CONGRESS
Whoever dreamed that the day would come when a bunch of materialistic atheists and Jews would bring about a situation where it would
become a criminal offense for a school teacher to conduct a devotional
exercise in the school, and it would be a violation of law for a little child
to offer thanks over his noon-day lunch as he had been taught to do at
home. Thanks to the Supreme Court of the United States and the
aggressive Jews, devotions in our school system have been outlawed.
Over 50 Jewish organizations donated money and cooperated with the
atheists who carried this appeal to the Supreme Court. A few misguided
Christians even cooperated in effecting this legislation. It was supported, of course, by the World Council of Churches and the National
Council of Churches known for their Moscovite modernism and their
official heresies.
It has been my honor to circulate petitions and visit members of
Congress and carry on a constant campaign to restore by Constitutional
amendment the right of devotions in our school systems.
Every morning when both Houses of Congress open, they have a
prayer, but the Congress of the United States, which insists on devotions
in the United States Capitol, has not thus far corrected the treasonable
authority of the Supreme Court which denied devotions to our little
children in the American school houses.
VII.
STOP THE PERSECUTION OF THE
WHITES BY DEMAGOGUES
AND BUREAUCRATS
Under the Constitution no man should be denied his civil rights,
because of his race, creed or color. But there has developed in America a
double standard of demagoguery which now results in the persecution of
the white man. For instance, there is an organization that was formed by a handful of Jews, beginning with the Rosenwalds, who at one time
owned Sears-Roebuck in Chicago, known as the National Association
for the Advancement of Colored People. The average American thinks it
is an organization of colored people, but the head of this organization,
either the treasurer or the president, is always a Jew. The Jews have
controlled this organization ever since its formation. Its headquarters
are in Atlanta, Georgia.
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The newspapers and many clergymen and educators represent this
organization as a patriotic, honorable group, and for the sake of argument, I will not dispute the fact that they have the right to exist and
campaign for the advancement of the black man. That is honorable and
it is Constitutional, but if you want a hint as to the double standard now
in force in America, what do you think would happen to you if you were
to organize a group to be known as The National Association for the
Advancement of the White Man? You would be immediately represented as a bigot, a hatemonger and a racist. It has almost become a
criminal offense for a white man to be concerned with the destiny of his
own people. It is my belief that to mix the blood of the white man and the
black man is unjust to both races. It destroys racial self-respect in both
fields. After all, the separation of the races by color and custom was not
organized by so-called racists. It was originated by the Creator.
One great preacher in Dallas, Texas, wrote a book entitled "God, the
Original Segregationist." I am not opposed to a man's right to exercise
his voluntary will in the realm of integration, but I am opposed to forced
and compulsory integration, and that goes for every sort of association. I
believe that a man with a family has a right to determine the associations of his children, whether it involves religion, custom, or color. It
should be one of the permanent civil rights of the American people. If
some man wants his children to be mulattoes, that is his business. But if
some man is opposed to his children being mulattoes, or is opposed to
forced social intermixture that will stimulate and encourage the dissipation of his bloodline, I do not think he should be compelled to submit to
the tyranny of forced integration.
I will exert every power within my reach to prevent the persecution of the black man. But I reserve the right to oppose the persecution of the white man. The demagogues who have become the bureaucratic tyrants of America have gone so far with this that many industries and business organizations in order to avoid persecution by political bureaucrats are firing white people just because they are white and replacing them with blacks so that they will be let alone by these bureaucratic persecuting tyrants.[so all this talk of white supremacy is one of their oldest tricks, now it is just bladent in our face DC]
Sensational Sequel: The average reader of this statement cannot believe this, but the Jews have already passed a law in Israel justifying their right to seize any enemy anywhere in the world whom they contend is conspiring to overthrow the State of Israel. That includes me. That means that they believe they have a right to grab me off the street and rush me to Israel to be tried in a biased court, and sentenced to prison or death. If this seems like an exaggeration, may I point out that they have already done this in numerous instances, so much so that it has aroused the resentment of the entire world and recently, for the first time, they were condemned unanimously by the Security Council of the United Nations. The reader should be reminded that the United Nations, in the beginning, was given its guidelines for formation by the Zionist Jews. They wanted this to be developed into a world government that could be transplanted into the Middle East and developed as an international Jew-controlled empire. They have 'fouled' their own brood. The entire United Nations has turned against them. Jewish power in American politics has been so great that the entire assembly now voted against the State of Israel. Even though the Security Council would vote unanimously against the State of Israel, up to the vote of the United States, the United States delegate under Jewish pressure has always been afraid to vote condemnation against the State of Israel no matter what it did. Whether it would be stealing land, killing people, napalming innocent children, enslaving Arab populations and threatening Mid-Eastern aggression. There is no doubt but what they blew up the Liberty Ship, one of the most scandalous events in international history. But even so, our representative in the Security Council never had the nerve to vote a condemnation of this barbaric act. Recently however, he joined the rest of the Security Council in condemning an act of piracy on the part of the State of Israel.
Do not fail to read my statement elsewhere in support of my belief that the present so-called State of Israel is an unScriptural counterfeit which seeks to honor Christ's worst enemies in the fulfillment of Abraham's covenant instead of the people who have honored Christ by way of the Virgin Birth and the gospel of Jesus Christ. Who could have thought up a more fallacious conclusion than to represent Christ's worst enemies as God's chosen people? If a man like myself defends Christianity against this aggression, he is called a bigot and an anti-Semite. But how many people reflect on the fact that every Friday night in a Jewish synagogue they represent our Master as a fraud, and a fake, saying that His Mother was a harlot? We Americans have not denied these Jews the right to express their unbelief, because under the Constitution they have the right to do it. But they do not have the right to deny me the privilege of glorifying my Saviour and developing resistance to this infidelity, this heresy, and this policy, which, when carried out will, in the words of the Scripture: "Crucify our Lord anew."[all true DC]
In 1972 the Democratic Party was kidnapped by a fraternity of homosexuals, lesbians, hippies, vagrants, outlaws, demagogues and traitors-the outfit that nominated McGovern for President bears no similarity whatsoever to the party of Thomas Jefferson. Failing to win the election, they were determined to defeat Mr. Nixon's victory by methods other than the use of the ballot. The Watergate smear was their answer. I will not discuss that at length here, but I have published two lengthy manuscripts dealing with this subject, one entitled "Shame on the United States Senate," and the other entitled "Watergate, a White Paper." [Imagine what he would say about the Democrats now,and their efforts against Trump. The underlined above sound familiar? DC]
A newspaperman can receive confidential information to the effect that someone is going to be murdered, and there is no law that can compel him to reveal his source of information, even though it would save the life of a human being. This issue came up in California not long ago. The abortive Supreme Court recently made a decision that makes it almost impossible for a public figure to protect himself against libel. Several outstanding patriots have been lied about and their character has been assassinated by the press, but under this new Supreme Court decision, it is difficult for a public figure to collect libel on the grounds that they have given 'open season' to the press and the news media in general to libel public figures regardless of their public responsibility. New criminallibellaws should be written, and when a newspaper tells a lie about a good man, designed to cripple his influence, they should be sued and punished almost as severely as if they had run the man down on the street while driving drunk. With some exceptions, there is not a fraternity of people in this country that is more contemptible and spoiled than the representatives of the news media. They are mean, cantankerous, dishonest and in many instances positively criminal. Unless America can clean out these Augean stables of journalistic corruption, of wild brothelian editors and reporters, the destiny of America is doomed. Even in Britain, the most outstanding publishers are amazed at the criminal license that is accorded the news media in the United States.
In many of our universities, all the sociological professors are Communists or Socialists as are the professors of Political Science. In many of our colleges as high as 90% of the instructors are atheists anti-Christians and unbelievers. The American people who have thrived on the tradition of Christian faith must find a way to curb these institutions and these instruments of education which are gnawing at the very vitals of the dynamic that made Western civilization namely Christianity.
Sequel: The Communist overlords know that sex perversion and dissipation can destroy a nation. In Red China the conduct of the people is almost Puritanical. No crude lovemaking in public. No premarital sex relations. No prostitution. No pornography. This may seem unbelievable, but it is true. Lesbianism and homosexualism are punishable by death or prison. There is not much we can do until we get a Supreme Court with backbone enough to sustain rigid laws that can imprison a man for even showing an evil book to a child, and for commercializing the sale of those things which encourage the degeneration of the mind, the body, and the soul.
Whenever the treason machine (the network news media) undermines the Armed Forces, these Congressmen vibrate their approval. Whenever an attempt is made to sabotage our intelligence agencies like the CIA and the FBI and the Internal Security committees of Congress, they join with the traitors in the downgrading of these institutions which are vital to our national and international safety. They scream for a reduction of military power that would make us a second class power subject to ultimatums from Red China and Red Russia.
They seem to experience a sadistic glee in downgrading our great industrial and business establishments which have made of the American people the most prosperous people in the history of mankind. The time has come for us to commission the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Internal Security Committee to go into the background of these people who are violating their oath to uphold the Constitution of the United States by practicing sedition and giving aid and comfort to our enemies.
The nations which have had centuries of experience with this dope are bitterly against it, and in some areas it is punishable by death to be caught selling it or dealing in it in any way, directly or indirectly. Young American smart alecks who have been caught with marijuana in foreign countries find themselves locked up in jails where the keys have been virtually thrown away. The tragic fact is that the same, soft, insipid personalities who have been encouraging numerous types of negative erosions of our social structure are now openly advocating the legalized sale of this treacherous, benumbing narcotic known as marijuana. Even certain preachers and certain public officials and certain educators have been advocating the distribution of this seductive narcotic.
It is believed that there are large business institutions in America where corrupt money has taken over. This corrupt money has been accumulated by underworld personalities that have grown super rich on the illegal sale of opium, heroin and the rest. They phase this dirty money into legitimate business, and now own big stores, big factories, and big commercial institutions of a wide variety.
These criminal killers of our people who thrive on poisoning our population with dope must be isolated and curbed, but this cannot be done until they can be prevented from corrupting public officials. This corruption has gone as high as Governors of States and Attorney Generals and Chiefs of Police. Some men, regardless of their positions in life cannot resist the temptation of the large sums of money available fo; this corruption.[Well it made it to the White House as George Bush Sr. was into dope dealing up to his eyeballs, and it was not marijuana DC]
Sequel: Isn't it singular that millions of people can be mobilized to fight the sale of dope, but they cooperate in the sale of alcoholic liquor. Our Government goes into partnership with the makers of alcoholic beverages. They collect billions of dollars in taxation from these people who are slaughtering the public with alcohol. Alcoholics constitute half the population of our insane asylums. They slaughter the majority of the people who are killed on the highways, and still, Governmentally we stay in partnership with these who manufacture and distribute this murder weapon.
The least we can do is to outlaw the advertising of alcoholic beverages. Some people hold the opinion that to prohibit the manufacture and sale is impossible, and they may have some logic on their side. We should prohibit the advertising of this poison in newspapers, magazines, on television and radio to the point where the only way a man could find a bottle of liquor would be to look it up in a directory. This idea of filling the billboards full of attractive advertisements bearing the pictures of handsome people and beautiful flowers and creating the impression on our young people that the drinking of alcohol is a sophisticated and high-toned act is one of the tragic hypocrisies in our whole social existence.
Nicotine seems to be an unsolved problem in American life. The Government rules that even in cigarette advertising a statement must appear pronouncing cigarettes as dangerous to the health and poisonous to the system. They have outlawed the advertising of cigarettes on television, and still the year that this was written more cigarettes were consumed than any year in American history. It could turn out that cigarettes could blight America the way opium, at one time, blighted the Chinese. I am of the opinion that if cigarettes were outlawed as completely as dope that there would still be fiends in America who would fight and kill as quickly to get their nicotine as the dope fiends fight and kill to get their morphine and its related narcotics.
The sociological and political enemies of America have concluded that one of the quickest ways to destroy our fibre is to fill us full of dope. Consequently, billions of dollars' worth of dope is being smuggled in from the Orient and elsewhere, even from Red China where they do not permit the sale of it to their own people.
Because we were allies of Soviet Russia during World War II, the left wing propagandists took advantage of this circumstance in an attempt to make Communism look good to America, and they tried to turn the war-time alliance into Communist propaganda. As the war terminated and we came to the post-war period, we found that although the hot war had ended, the cold war had begun. We introduced the words "iron curtain," and everything possible was done to prevent the Red Chinese and the Red Russians, who had been financed and underwritten by the traitors in our Government, from overrunning the entire world. Eventually they were checked, but only after they had thrived on the appeasement which allowed them to expand their areas of tyrannical control. Weak Presidents and compromising diplomats caused America to doublecross our friends in Eastern Europe as well as some of our most trusted coordinates in the Orient. [McCarthy was correct all along, and just like the man has been saying, the bought and paid for Zionist stooges in the MSM assassinated his character and shut him down DC]
Eventually these powerful conglomerates, representing about one billion people, established themselves beyond our power to destroy. Patriotic Americans began to realize that there was no way to ignore the existence of Russia and China. Mr. Nixon was the first President to deal with these people from a position of strength rather than compromise and he announced a policy of trade resumption without the risk of political, sociological or diplomatic compromise. He conferred with the Chinese, but kept up the bombing in North Vietnam. He conferred with the Russians, but continued to destroy their installations which they had helped to create for the Communist Vietnamese.
Faced with two monsters which were created by the Moscovite diplomacy of Roosevelt and his associates and his successors President Nixon had two choices: Either devise a practical method of co-existence or enter into a program to wipe one billion people off the face of the earth: The latter is impossible. The strength of this complex had grown out of World War II and the compromises which had been made by Roosevelt and his associates and successors, resulting in the building of this Frankenstein conglomerate.
Now we have established cultural and trade relations, just as we have done with potential enemies and pagan countries down through the centuries.
What should be our greatest concern? Our concern should be that this practical and realistic development must not be used as an exploitation base for communizing our Nation. We must be as anti-Communist and anti-Marxist and as pro-American as we have ever been if not more so. As indicated elsewhere in some of my writings, we must not permit our trade with Russia and Red China to communize our Nation any more than we would permit our association with Japan to make of us a Buddhist people, or our association with India to make us a Hindu nation. We must close ranks and fulfill the ideal of George Washington who said: "Trade with all nations, friendship with all nations, entangling alliances with none."
Never forget that the Communism which eroded Russia began on the lower East side of New York City, and 275 Jews from New York journeyed to Moscow after the revolution to take over and run the Government. The seat of the world revolution has not been in Moscow. It has been in New York City, financed and promoted and organized by Jews. In fact, the "American Hebrew", the largest and most important Jewish periodical back in the 1920's said: "The Soviet revolution has been the result of Jewish brains, Jewish money and Jewish organization, and we expect to do the same thing all over the world."
Since that time the Jews have fouled their own brood, and they are becoming increasingly unwelcome in the Soviet Union. Furthermore, they have alienated the entire world diplomatically because of their barbaric behaviour in the Middle East and their mistreatment of the victims of their genocide, their invasions, and their human slavery.
These blasphemies are not in the form of little tracts and poorly written throw-away sheets. Thick books that sell for large sums of money are being published, and blasphemous Broadway plays are being given exaggerated publicity as they portray a ridiculous Christ and a warped image of our Lord.
At the same time these forces of blasphemy who despise the name of our Lord have determined to destroy and paralyze every movement and every person who dares to present the true story of our Lord. The international Jews, operating through nine organizations, carried on a world-wide boycott against the original Passion Play in Oberammergau, Bavaria. It is presented once every ten years, and in 1970 they tried to persuade the world to stay away, but even though during the season the producers of the play could handle 500,000 people, they had to turn away one million requests for reservations.
In Eureka Springs, Arkansas, where our family has established the most visited Christian shrine in America including the giant statue of The Christ of The Ozarks, The Christ Only Art Gallery, The Bible Museum, The Great Passion Play, and The New Holy Land, the same Jews have organized a world-wide boycott against these shrines. When this was written the play was in its sixth season of the production of this sacred drama, and the attendance was six times what it was the first year. The attendance has increased every year with practically no advertising on radio, television, or in newspapers. The attendance has developed by word of mouth and people who have visited the giant statue and told their friends about the sacred shrines. The forces of the antichrist are still determined that they shall blight and destroy this portrayal of our Lord's last week on earth, based exclusively on the accounts given to us by Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
During the days when Mr. Richard Nixon was being crucified by the traitors, the demagogues, the fools and political enemies in general - we heard about enemy lists; but any talk of enemy lists these days is mild compared to the enemy lists that were kept by Franklin D. Roosevelt who hated Huey P. Long bad enough to cooperate with those who killed him, and who was willing to destroy me completely, if possible by threatening political reprisals against all the important citizens who had been known to be my supporters. Roosevelt got the surprise of his life when I refused to pull in my horns. Following radio broadcasts, I wrote letters to thousands of my people who had written to me, and out of the thousands upon thousands to whom I appealed 1200 responded with donations of money with which to keep me afloat, and out of this humble reorganization grew the Christian Nationalist Crusade, the greatest organization of its kind in the world. The necessity of my depending upon the rank and file for support instead of timid men of great influence and wealth was one of the greatest blessings that ever came to me. One of the most dangerous things that a crusader can have is an 'angel,' because in case the 'angel' is intimidated, or becomes offended, the crusade is wrecked. Up to the day that this book went to press, there was no man in this Nation or world who could kill our crusade by withdrawing his support, because the support is so widespread in general among the rank and file of loyal patriotic Christian citizens.
During a period of persecution and abuse, Horace Dodge, the son of John Dodge (who admired me), came to see me and said: "Mr. Smith, why do you fool around with these people. We're going to go to war. They won't let up until they have imprisoned you, or killed you, or have done something to you. Our family owns a boat factory at Newport News, and if you will say yes, we'll make you the President, and you will stay over there during the war and make yourself a million dollars and start your crusade when the war is over." To me, this looked like a betrayal. I expressed my appreciation for the offer, but I said to him: "Horace, I have a vision that I cannot blur, and regardless of the price, I am going to stay with it," which I did - thank God.
I will leave it to the reader to judge how correct my prophecy was. As a Christian who cannot hate any man because of his race, creed or his religion, I do not hesitate to remind the public that the division of the races was not organized by Gerald Smith, or George Wallace, or Huey Long. It was organized by God Almighty. He was the one who made us yellow, red, brown, white and black. I remember on this trip I was journeying through Alabama toward Mobile. It had rained for two or three days and the roads were covered with water, and as we came to one location the police officer said: "Go right ahead. Your car will go through it." But when we got down to the middle of the dip, the water came up over my motor and the engine was killed in the middle of the high water dip. The police pulled us out. I was driving my own car and I had with me Mrs. Smith and my secretary. We arrived in Mobile at its leading hotel wet, fatigued and sleepy. When I went up to my room, I sat down and wrote a letter to a friend of mine who specialized in research by the name of Ralph Baerman. He was on Senator's Eastland's payroll, and I paid him money on the side to do research for me. I wrote to him and said: "Ralph, tonight I feel alone. Did anyone in American history ever accomplish any great good when he was all alone? Please go into the Congressional Library and see if you can find an answer to this question. If so, send it to me at my hotel in New Orleans." When I got to New Orleans, it was there, and he reminded me that the most successful agent-provocateur in developing the American Revolution was Samuel Adams. He had mastered twelve styles of handwriting so that he could write to the same man twelve times, and the man would think he was hearing from twelve different people. While trying to stir up the politicians and the cowards and the overcautious to join the revolution, he wrote more than 40,000 handwritten letters. It was the opinion of Mr. Baerman that Samuel Adams did more to agitate the colonial revolution than any other one man; but when the Continental Congress was called in Philadelphia, Samuel Adams was too poor to go and he didn't have a suit good enough to wear.
We who take our liberty for granted sometimes forget what a price was paid by our Founding Fathers. Most people do not even realize that Thomas Jefferson died impoverished. His debts piled up to the point where he tried to raffle off his homestead at $10.00 a share, but couldn't sell the tickets, and he died penniless. It reminds us of one thing-that many of the men who have accomplished the greatest good in this world were not recognized for their greatness while they were still alive.
People who seem to know insist that my journeys through the South were most effective in helping to organize the Dixiecrat Party, which later nominated a man who is now a United States Senator from South Carolina, Mr. Strom Thurmond, for President. Since that time Mr. Thurmond has become mature in his understanding of who is behind our trouble, but believe it or not, in spite of all I had done, he issued a public statement denouncing me because of my alleged anti-Semitism. The Dixiecrat Party, although defeated, gave the national politicians to understand that they could no longer ignore the South.
The Jews finally got in their licks against Dr. Haushalter. They went to the Bishop of the Episcopal Church and told the Bishop that he should remove Dr. Haushalter because he was a friend and associate of Gerald L. K. Smith. The Bishop called Dr. Haushalter and asked him to play golf with him, but when they got out on the links and had played about four or five holes, the Bishop told him the purpose of the conference, and after a few introductory statements he said to Dr. Haushalter, "Confidentially, I am as strong for Gerald L. K. Smith as you are."
I had finished an address in Orchestra Hall on Michigan Blvd. and had returned to my hotel, and lo, and behold, who was waiting to see me but Big Bill Thompson, the Mayor. He was full of flattery and generous statements and expressions of admiration for what I was doing. To make a long story short, he wanted me to form an association with him. I was polite, but negative, and, of course, I never joined up with Big Bill Thompson. Although accused of all sorts of crimes, the situation has become so evil today in our great cities that one sometimes wishes that some of these cities which have been so completely destroyed could have a Mayor with the virtues of Bill Thompson but not the vices.
The day was to come however when I was to be a social outcast, because the Jew-controlled cultural, political, economic, religious and educational machines in this country was so airtight that anyone who dares to criticize the aggressive activities of the organized Jew, nationally and internationally, is immediately mugged as an anti-Semite. Thousands, and sometimes millions of dollars are spent to destroy this man's influence.
They turned their 'meat chopping' machine loose on Rev. Father Charles E. Coughlin, Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh, General Robert Wood, President of Sears, Roebuck & Co., General George Van Horn Moseley and many others. As this book was written, the sentiment had begun to change. The United Nations had turned almost unanimously against Zionist Israel. The nations of the world have joined in this opinion, and even in the United States where our Congress has been accused of being 75% controlled by the Zionist machine, the reaction against Jewish aggression and these opinionated leaders who are determined to evaporate Christian influence on the face of the earth, is developing in proportions beyond anything we could have imagined a few years ago.
I choose my words carefully, and may pretend to some knowledge of the science that Gerald so magnificently practices. For thirty-seven years, always for cash in hand, I have been listening to rhetoricians. I am old enough to have heard and reported Col. Bill Kilgour. I sat under Bryan many times, and under Burke Cochran, Chauncey M. Depew, Uncle Joe Cannon. Foraker, Gum-Shoe Bill Stone, La Follette the Elder, and all the other masters of their day. I once put in ten consecutive nights in the steaming spray of the Rev. Billy Sunday. I have heard Huey P. Long, Ramsay MacDonald, Tom Heflin, Cole Blease and both Roosevelts.
Since June 1 of the present calamitous year I have done little save listen to speeches. In one day, at the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia, I heard fifty-four; on another day, at the Coughlin Convention in Cleveland, I listened to Father Coughlin for five hours running and to other orators for six more. Thus, I may qualify, I hope, as a veteran, if not as an expert. As such a veteran, I assure you in all solemnity, with my eyes rolling and my hand on the Hon. Mr. Tydings' telephone book, that Gerald is the greatest of them all-not the greatest by an inch or a foot or a yard or a mile, but the greatest by at least two light-years. He begins where the next best leaves off. He is the master of masters, the champion boob-bumper of all epochs, ancient or modern, the Aristotle and Johann Sebastian Bach of all known car-splitters, dead or alive.
If he were brought to Baltimore he would pack the Fifth Regiment Armory like a can of sardines, and once he got under way the screams and bellows of the customers would be heard at Fort Carroll. It would be the most memorable day in the history of Baltimore since the hanging of Hollohan and Nicholson. Nor would it be only a mad carouse for the rabble: the intelligentsia would also lift up their voices and yell. Twice at Cleveland, I saw the Rev. gentleman torpedo even the press-stand. In that stand were journalists who had not shown any human emotion above the level of cupidity and lubricity for twenty years, yet he had them all howling in ten minutes.
The matter of his discourse is of only secondary importance. He is a rhetorician in general practice, and can adorn and illuminate any theme short of the metaphysical. He is a specialist in all the arts and sciences that entertain and affect multitudes, from patriotism to piety. He stands on the Bible and wraps himself in the flag. He is for the Constitution until the last galoot's ashore. He loathes and abominates all the enemies of the Republic, from boll weevils to Bolsheviks. He is against droughts, revolutions, atheism, Wall Street, Karl Marx, the dope traffic, and political economy, and in favor of justice, charity, xenophobia, lawful wedlock, the care and nurture of children, going to church on Sunday, a strong navy, and the home in all its phases, however humble.
Like any other orator, of course, he is at his best in opposition. To hear him praise is sweet, but to hear him damn is what is really thrilling. When he gets his hooks into a malefactor the whole hide comes off in one piece; there is no fedious and amateurish tugging at small patches. This gift suggests a subject for his Baltimore effort. He has a special animosity, I observe, to Tugwell, Wallace, Morgenthau, Hopkins and the rest of the New Deal wizards. It is when he is flaying them that he is at his incomparable best. Why, then, shouldn't both parties join in sponsoring his meeting? Why not forget the unhappy differences of the campaign for one evening, and pool forces for a joint enterprise into which Republicans and Democrats alike (forgetting the Hon. Mr. Radcliffe for a moment) could put their whole hearts?
Note: Mr. Mencken's textbook on the American Language is considered one of the greatest reference books on that subject to be found in the university and college libraries of America. In this book he mentions my name and gives me credit for the introduction of new words into the language of the American people.
During the Coughlin convention, Father Coughlin was stricken ill and was unable to speak at the baseball stadium, which had been rented for the closing meeting on Sunday afternoon because the auditorium, although it seated over 20,000, was too small. Due to the fact that Father Coughlin was stricken, I was asked to speak in his place.
After leaving New York City I settled in Detroit, Michigan, and for some years that was the headquarters of my operations. My offices occupied the entire 21st floor of the Industrial Bank Building. One day I was invited to address the Advertising Club of the City of Detroit. Following the address I received a message from a mutual friend to the effect that Mr. Henry Ford had heard about my address and would like to see me. I was flattered and inspired because I knew that he and the late Huey P. Long were friends. This was the beginning of the development of a friendship, although I worked largely through the man who had been his private secretary for 34 years, Mr. Ernest Liebold. It will be recalled that Mr. Ford was universally hated by the international Jews because he published a terrific book entitled "The International Jew." It was published in serial form in the official magazine of the Ford Motor Co. known as the Dearborn Independent. He also gave much publicity to the sensational document known as "The Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion." Due to pressure from certain members of his family and junior officers in the company, he ceased publishing "The International Jew," but in a visit with him he revealed to me that he hoped to publish it again, and if he didn't publish it, he hoped that I would. At this time I was broadcasting over the largest radio station in Detroit and had a phenomenal radio audience. Two of my chief admirers and regular listeners were Mr. and Mrs. Henry Ford. In fact, we have flattering letters from Mrs. Ford written by hand and signed "Clara."
One day I received a telephone call from Mr. Liebold saying that Mr. Ford would like to have us visit him and see his first automobile before he put it under glass. It was necessary to put it under glass because tourists had begun to try to pick it apart, and it had to be put beyond the reach of careless hands. We went out and spent a substantial part of the day with Mr. and Mrs. Ford. He took time to take us over to the Edison Laboratory which he had moved intact from Orange, New Jersey, including even the trash pile in the backyard, which had been developed by Mr. Edison personally, and then he told us about his first car and how he had put it together in his buggy shed, and then when be had finished it he found the buggy shed door was too small to get it out. He had to take the wall out of the buggy shed in order to get it out so that he could load it on a wagon and take it down to a nearby park for a test. When he got to the park, he said to his wife Clara,who was carrying their baby son Edsel in her arms, "You go down and stand by those picnickers, and when I drive by you listen to what they say." "So," said Mr. Ford, "I drove by and was coming around the second time, but Clara ran out to meet me saying, 'Henry, don't drive around there again. They all think you're crazy.'"
Without boasting or going into detail, I can truthfully say that in this dramatic career of mine, one of my staunchest admirers was the late Henry Ford. He at one time said to a group of his friends: "I wish Gerald L. K. Smith could be President of the United States."
I have been smeared and abused. My character has been assassinated. My life has been threatened, and virtually millions of dollars have been spent to destroy me and curb my influence, but to be appreciated and admired by such men as the late Henry Ford, to me is the equivalent of, or even better than a Congressional Medal.
The morning after my address the local paper carried a complete, manufactured, libelous attack on me and actually said in the story that I had "jumped on the American flag and spit on it." This was completely, absolutely and ridiculously false.
After reading the libelous story, I took Mrs. Smith and we went directly to the Buffalo Courier, the leading newspaper, and walked into the office of the managing editor. I was in my physical prime. I didn't know what fatigue was, and I was obviously strong and physically fit. I hit the desk of the editor and asked him for a complete retraction and gave him the alternative of retracting or being pitched down the elevator shaft. He chose the former, handed me a piece of paper, and told me that if l would write the apology, he would sign it and print it in the paper. This he did.
Walter Winchell, who was at that time the most notorious character assassin in America, picked up the story and repeated it for the truth; but I could never reach him with legal action because he kept himself immune to subpoenas and lived in a house surrounded by an electrically charged fence. He was undoubtedly one of the most evil blackmailing villains that the United States has ever known. Fate, however, dealt with him, and when he was buried in Arizona only two people came to stand beside his grave. He had crucified so many people with his tyrannical newscasts that when that power was taken away from him, it created a vacuum which even surprised his worst enemies. It left him absolutely and positively friendless.
In connection with my wider interests beyond the State of Louisiana and throughout the United States, I was in Washington, D.C. when Dr. Townsend was enduring a Congressional Committee persecution. A little clique of demagogues was trying to limit Dr. Townsend's influence by conducting a public investigation somewhat similar to the so-called Watergate Committee. The trick was to call in Dr. Townsend's enemies to smear Dr. Townsend and assassinate the character of his leaders and give them no opportunity for reply. Dr. Townsend was being crushed, crucified and abused to the point of annihilation. I had never met him, but I went over to his hotel to see him. I said: "Dr. Townsend, I'm a younger man than you are and I have no desire to give you any arbitrary advice, but I do have a suggestion." He responded by saying: "Let me hear it, Mr. Smith." I said: "Hold yourself in contempt of the committee. Issue a statement expressing your contempt for the whole process and walk out." The Doctor responded by saying: "If l had a young man like you to go beside me, I would do it." I responded by saying: "Doctor, you've got the young man and you can count on me."
The next day, the committee, completely unaware of what was about to happen, was expecting to consider their program of persecution. Dr. Townsend, who was a tall, dignified man with a noble bearing arose, read a statement expressing his contempt for the whole process, turned around, and proceeded to walk out. I grabbed him by his arm and walked with him down the steps of the House Office Building and there a taxicab was waiting and we sped him away in a sort of a friendly 'kidnap' process and took him to Baltimore. Believe it or not, we had colluded with the great literary genius, H. L. Mencken, who incidentally had a friendly attitude toward both Dr. Townsend and myself. He hid Dr. Townsend and he was completely out of sight for several days. This created page one news stories all over the world, and with the millions of elderly people who were followers of Dr. Townsend, no demagogue, no politician and no persecuting personality had the nerve to proceed against Dr. Townsend with a contempt citation. This blew up the committee and was a great boon for the Townsend cause. Probably no movement in this century had more to do with convincing the American people that the Senior Citizens had to be considered than the great Townsend movement.
Be that as it may, this stooge that was hired to write the book "Under Cover" to smear all of us was a man by the name of Derounian, at least that was the name he seemed to be born with, but his fake name was John Roy Carlson. I was about to take up my interview with the press in the Statler Hotel suite when I looked over and there sitting on the window sill was this fellow Derounian (Carlson). I looked across at him and said: "You are not a newspaperman and you are not welcome in this conference." I moved threateningly toward him and he began to run like a rabbit from a dog. I pushed him out of the room and chased him down the hallway and he disappeared. This, of course, ended the press conference, because the event itself was bigger news to them than anything I might have said, and I awoke the next morning with my picture on the front page of the New York newspapers.
The committee opened. The general purpose of the committee was to run me through a kangaroo court that would represent me as a dangerous man and a subversive individual because of the things that I had said concerning the Jews and the New Dealers and the threat of the war.
The chairman said in opening: "Mr. Smith do you have anything to say?" I said: "No, I would rather sit here and answer any questions that any member of the committee has to put to me." So they began to bombard me with smear questions which had been furnished to them by the Jewish Anti-Defamation League and other organizations designed to assassinate the character of anyone who doesn't want the country to be run by Jews. Finally I said to the chairman: "Mr. Chairman, I see that one member of the committee has a stack of papers. He is getting his questions from these papers, and I know who furnished him with the papers. The papers were furnished by the Jewish Anti-Defamation League and I know exactly what is in them, and if you will give me a few moments to make a statement, I can answer all those questions without wasting his time to put them to me."
The chairman granted my request and I made quite a lengthy statement. Then one of the members of the committee spoke up and said in a surly manner: "You were a member of the Huey Long gang, weren't you?" I answered by saying: "Mr. Chairman, do we want to discuss that subject? If we do, I'll be only too happy to discuss it, because I believe that one of the chief conspirators behind the assassination of the late Senator Huey P. Long is now sitting in the White House, and his name is Franklin D. Roosevelt, and if you want to go into that subject in this committee I'm ready to go into it." The chairman responded by saying that this subject was beyond the responsibility of this committee. My statement chilled the committee and everyone who was in the room. When noon came, we were given a recess for lunch. When we returned the chairman of the committee said: "Mr. Smith, aren't you going to made a statement in defense of yourself?" I said: "I don't need to make a statement in defense of myself. All I need to do is answer the questions you put to me." "Well," he said, "if you don't, I won't dare go home for supper." And I said: "Why?" He said: "Because you took over my wife this morning and she's on your side."
One was a report from the Military Intelligence Department of the U. S. Army. The other was a report from Scotland Yard. And the third was a White Paper prepared by the Government of Holland.
Jewish influence had kept these documents in the Archives as Classified, meaning that anyone who dared to republish them, or copy them and print an accurate report of what they contained could be imprisoned.
The professional Jews who make a business of misinforming the public through their control of the press, television and radio, didn't want the American people to know what was in these documents.
I made the friendship of a very determined and meticulous gentleman who lived much of the time in Washington, D.C. He had influence and money, and he accepted the responsibility of trying to persuade someone in authority to declassify these documents. He worked on it for almost years, and finally they were officially declassified.
These documents are available in photostatic form and constitute some of the most shocking information ever to appear in print, and it is easy to understand why the organized Jews did not want these documents to be published.
The White Paper putout by the Dutch Government is a bit wordy, and I shall not quote it here, but I quote briefly from the other two. In the first paragraph of the report by Scotland Yard, we read the following sentence: "There is now definite evidence that Bolshevism is an international movement controlled by Jews."
In the second page of the report from Military Intelligence, we read the following: These hopes were frustrated by the gradual gains in power of the more irresponsible and socialistic elements of the population guided by the Jews and other anti-Russian races.
A table made in April, 1918, by Robert Wilton, the correspondent of the London Times in Russia, shows that at that time there were 384 commissars' including 2 Negroes, 13 Russians, 15 Chinamen, 22 Armenians and more than 300 Jews. Of the latter number 264 had come to Russia from the United States since the downfall of the Imperial Government!
So the reader can understand why I have been fought so bitterly and why I am hated so by the professional, international, organized Jewish machine. Military Intelligence cannot be defined as a bigoted, hate mongering organization, and when Military Intelligence tells the world that the Soviet Government was virtually set up by nearly 300 Jews from America, it has to be taken seriously, but the fact is catastrophic.
Note: In later years the Jews in Russia 'fouled their own brood,' and because of their attempt to abuse the people with their authority, a terrific reaction has developed in the Soviet Union against the Jews even among the higher officials.
I journeyed with members of my staff to Washington, D.C., and protested this secret conference on the grounds that our sovereignty was being imperiled by secret agreements secretly arrived at.
The dominant personalities in these conferences were mostly extreme liberals and pro-Communist intellectuals. The most outstanding individual in this enterprise was Alger Hiss, later convicted and sent to the Federal Penitentiary for perjuring himself, being investigated by a young Congressman by the name of Richard Nixon, for his association and collaboration with agents of the Soviet Union.
Believe it or not, this man Hiss was one of President Roosevelt's chief advisors. When the first session of the United Nations was held in San Francisco in 1945, Alger Hiss was the Secretary-General.
The meetings were announced as being secret, and it was generally known that the top brain truster in the State Department was Alger Hiss, later exposed by the House Committee on Un-American Activities as a Moscow agent.
We journeyed to Washington to inaugurate a protest against this secret gathering, designed to give away American sovereignty, organize a world government and give the Soviet Union too much influence over the destiny of America and other nations in the world.
Of course, I was ridiculed by the mind washers, smeared by the press, laughed at by the smart-alecks. But I went out with Mrs. Smith to Dumbarton Oaks, and proceeded to walk into the place as though I were a qualified delegate. I was finally stopped by two soldiers who crossed their guns in front of me and served notice on me that if I went any further I could be shot.
In fact, I said to one of the soldiers: "Suppose I ignored your orders and started walking into this secret meeting where they are plotting against America, anyway?" The soldier answered by saying, "Mr. Smith, I would have to shoot you."
Can you imagine the screams that would go up from the revolutionary and radical elements in America today if they were hindered in their operations by such an order? It would be on Page One of the newspapers, and a campaign would be started to court-martial the soldiers.
I was not allowed to register legitimately in any hotel, because the Secretary-General of the whole United Nations Conference was Alger Hiss, later exposed as our number one traitor and a chief advisor to Franklin D. Roosevelt at Yalta; so when I arrived in San Francisco, I had no place to go. The hotels were all closed to me because I had to have a signed permit from Mr. Hiss in order to be received in an hotel. Of course, the town was full of Communists and radicals.
The Communist Party officials had no difficulty getting reservations, and, of course, people from the Soviet Union had no trouble filling up our hotels, but not Gerald L. K. Smith and his staff.
For years I have been so covered up with work that it was necessary for me to dictate to my secretary while riding in the car, and then get out correspondence as soon as we carne to a stopping place.
When we came into San Francisco, I didn't know what to do. I finally decided that I would go to the mezzanine floor of the St. Francis Hotel and use one of those desks and I put a typewriter on it for my secretary to get out my mail and take care of certain clerical details.
This I did while a member of my staff visited another hotel and agreed to give the clerk as much money under the table as the hotel charged above the table if they would provide rooms for me and my staff. The deal was made. I paid the blackmail, and we had a place to stay during the U. N. Conference.
I was served notice by the authorities that I could not come closer than two blocks to the great auditorium where the United Nations sessions were being organized. I was given to understand by knowledgeable men that if I attempted to cross a certain line I could be shot.
The average citizen can scarcely realize the ruthless determination at that time on the part of the world manipulators and the hidden handed machine to form a world government that would paralyze the sovereignty of the United States and make us just another state in a world government, subject to the vote of people whose ideas of government were in contradiction to ours.
The fact of the case is that I led practically the only committee that appeared in San Francisco in opposition to this attempt to destroy our national sovereignty. I permitted no grass to grow under my feet. One of the first individuals on whom I called was U.S. Senator Arthur Vandenberg from Michigan, who was the leader of the minority in the United States Senate, and although the Roosevelt-Truman Democrats were in the majority, it required two-thirds of the Senate to approve a treaty, and it required the approval of the treaty for the United States to join the United Nations.
Being a personal friend of Henry Ford, who was very powerful at that time in the State of Michigan, I was able to speak with considerable authority when I called on Mr. Vandenberg. I happened to know that Mr. Vandenberg was working under great pressure and was very vulnerable in some of the facts concerning his personal life.
These facts involved pictures and documented evidence which had been assembled by his political enemies so that he could be manipulated by Roosevelt and his gang of manipulators. [blackmailers aka Epstein way]
When I called on Mr. Vandenberg I reminded him that we in Michigan were aware of the fact that he was coming up for re-election that fall and that although we were not optimistic in being able to prevent the formation of the United Nations, we did insist that it be qualified in its formation in such a way as to protect the sovereignty of the United States.
I reminded Mr. Vandenberg that he was the keystone in the arch and that his veto could stop anything, because he represented the minority necessary to get a two thirds vote in the Senate; so I reminded him that we wanted a section in the Charter that would make it impossible for the United Nations ever to pass a resolution or a law or a regulation that could be imposed upon the American people without the consent of the Congress of the United States.
I made it clear to Mr. Vandenberg that the people who were in the confidence of Mr. Henry Ford Sr. and myself and others would ask for his defeat if he did not give us such a resolution.
He promised faithfully that he would do it. The man who was in charge of that phase of the organization was U.S. Senator Tom Connally from Texas.
The Michigan Senator said to me: "Mr. Smith, I believe that I can get Senator Connally to prepare the resolution." He did, and I can truthfully say that this is the resolution that defeated the world government idea, although the pro rooters of world government have never given up.
As it now stands, the United Nations cannot impose any rule or regulation upon the American people without the consent of the Congress of the United States, the elected representatives of the American people. If I had dropped dead after the passing of that resolution, I would have considered this one function in my life worth my whole life.
At the risk even of being accused of boasting, I will say that without the general public realizing it at the time, this strategic effort on the part of two or three of us saved the independence of the United States of America from the threat of a world government. This doesn't mean that the battle is over, and we must take nothing for granted.
You must remember that the aggressiveness of this campaign for world government came from the international Zionists, who wanted to make the United Nations their tool so that they could graduate it into an imperial world government controlled by Jews with headquarters in Jerusalem.
Since that time they have completely lost the United Nations, and the world is voting against them on everything because of their barbaric invasion of land that was not theirs and their slaughter of the innocent and their enslavement of the Arabs, both Muslims and Christians.
Only recently their acts were condemned unanimously by the United Nations as well as the Security Council. (See elsewhere where I discuss a dramatic press conference having to do with this matter.)
I hadn't been in San Francisco long until I realized that I was being covered by a wide variety of intelligence agencies including the San Francisco Police Department, the Russian Secret Police, the FBI, Military Intelligence, Navy Intelligence and the investigating organizations of Jewry, such as the Anti-Defamation League and the American Jewish Congress. [All for one man, and afraid of the man's words DC]
Years later I visited San Francisco and while Mrs. Smith and I were eating in the grill of the St. Francis Hotel a man walked up to me and said: "Are you Gerald L. K. Smith?"
I said:
"Yes, I am."
He said:
"I am a member of the San Francisco Police force and I was here during the first United Nations Conference, and you would be amazed at how many people were tapping your wires and bugging your suite of rooms and following you wherever you went."
He said:
"One time when you left the St. Francis Hotel to go up to the Mark Hopkins, you were followed, to my knowledge, by at least seven investigative outfits."
This serves to remind the reader of the terrific effort which was made to handicap anyone who was opposed to this conspiracy to organize a world government which was under the domination of the most ruthless powers on' the face of the earth, the Zionist Jews and Communists.
Sequel: During our visit to San Francisco in an attempt to prevent the United Nations, when the news media was mobilized completely against me, it became popular for people to boast of their venomous attitude toward me. An interview with a Jewish tailor appeared in the local paper, believe it or not, in which the tailor boasted of the fact that I sent him a suit to be cleaned and pressed, and because of his contempt for me, he burned a hole in it purposely.
Mr. Hiss lived in the Penthouse on top of the Mark Hopkins Hotel,one of the most sophisticated and atmospheric hotels in the United States. Tourists visit it from all over the world merely to go to the top floor which overlooks the bay and the city and the mountains.
I had organized the only effective opposition to the United Nations, and I was under constant observation. I was the victim of constant smear, persecution, abuse and ridicule, but even so, I made head way, and as indicated elsewhere I was one of two or three who effected an accomplishment that changed the whole course of the event.
I rented the ballroom in the Mark Hopkins Hotel under another name, so that the management could not anticipate that it was me, and then sent an invitation to the press that I was holding a press conference in the Ballroom at a certain time in the evening.
There were nearly 2,000 newspapermen in town and to invite the press was to invite a large number of people, and although I had been the object of their abuse and ridicule, they were all interested in what I was doing and what I was going to say.
The time of the press conference approached and I took a taxicab from the hotel where I was staying, the Maurice, which incidentally was the same hotel which was occupied by Harry Bridges, the notorious left wing labor leader and the same hotel where I had to register under a black market formula, because Alger Hiss refused to allow me to be qualified for registering in any of the leading hotels in the city.
I paid the clerk, as suggested elsewhere, as much as I paid the hotel in order to cover my "illegal" registration. Imagine a situation where an old time Christian American, who comes from generations of good citizens, can be denied the right to visit an American city because of the authority of a traitor and because of the influence of the international Jewish and Communist complex.
When we reached the Mark Hopkins Hotel, we went around to take a look at the ballroom for which we had already paid in cash and observed a bit amusingly that the management had brought in numerous pieces of big overstuffed furniture and had stacked chairs and settees on top of each other so that no one could enter the ballroom, which indicated that they were ready to shut me out.
I invited my staff to go with me to the dining room and have supper, because it was still some time before the press conference. Shortly after we had given our order to the waiter, our attention was directed toward the entrance.
Here came a tall, white-haired, handsome man followed by a number of plainclothes policemen bearing guns. He approached our table and said:
"Are you Gerald L. K. Smith?"
I said:
"I certainly am."
He said:
"I came in to notify you that you cannot hold your press conference in my hotel tonight." (It so happened that his name was Smith.)
I said:
"Well, Mr. Smith, under the law this table is mine. I have placed an order. The food that is coming is mine, and I have the right to ask you not to interfere with me while I am eating my dinner. And as to what I am going to do, that is your worry."
We went ahead and ate our dinner, and when we had finished we walked out into the lobby, and because of the fact that the ballroom was closed, the lobby was literally packed with newspapermen and curious observers. There were at least hundreds of people and there might have been thousands, but whatever the case was, there was a sea of faces.
I jumped up on a table and started to talk. I told the people that I represented the real American population who didn't want our country turned over to a world government to be run by international elements opposed to our way of life. I continued to speak. In a few moments two policemen came up. Each one took me by the arm and said:
"Mr. Smith, we're under orders to lead you out of this hotel."
One of the policeman, an Irishman speaking out of the comer of his mouth said: "Mr. Smith, I'm for you 100%, but I'm under orders."
It was a nice day and I walked out into the street and walked over to another big hotel, immediately across the street, known as the Fairmount. The crowd followed me, and by the time I got over there, that hotel lobby was just as full as the Mark Hopkins had been.
It had a long, regal stairway, so I ran up the stairway, used it as a platform, and began to speak again. Again I was approached by the police and given orders to leave. They led me out the front door. With Mrs. Smith and members of my staff, we boarded a taxicab and returned to our hotel.
I had demonstrated that my freedom had been destroyed by alien invaders, by Jewish conspirators, by Communist revolutionists and by political demagogues acting under the orders of a traitor, who occupied the Penthouse on top of the Mark Hopkins.
An interesting sequel: Years passed and Mrs. Smith and I returned to San Francisco. I had a special mission. In fact, I was making an address at the Marines Memorial Auditorium.
We were staying at the Sir Francis Drake Hotel. The first morning I said to Mrs. Smith: "Instead of eating breakfast here, let's go up and have breakfast at the Mark Hopkins where we were thrown out."
This we did, and after breakfast we were standing in the lobby. I looked across the lobby and here came the same man who had walked into the dining room and ordered me to leave the hotel when I was attempting to hold a press conference during the United Nations Conference.
It was the tall, handsome Mr. Smith, the owner. I turned to Mrs. Smith and said: "There he comes again." As he approached me, he said:
"Are you Gerald L. K. Smith?"
I said:
"Yes."
He said:
"Well, I want to shake your hand. I want to apologize. I can't believe that there was a time when I threw you, a good patriot, out of my hotel and entertained a traitor in my penthouse on the top of the hotel."
We had a pleasant exchange of comment. He assured us that we were completely welcome, and then said: "I have a favor to ask of you. The Governor of an important State is upstairs in one of the rooms, and he and I were discussing you this morning, not dreaming that you would be in the hotel, and he said: 'I certainly would like to meet that man.' Would you do me the favor of going up and shaking hands with this distinguished gentleman?"
I responded by saying: "Yes, I will be glad to do it."
After we came downstairs and walked out into the street to take a taxicab I said to Mrs. Smith: "Well, chickens do come home to roost."
I have been engaged in some terrific controversies. Attempts have been made to lynch me, imprison me and kill me. Although I have been locked up and sentenced on certain occasions, I have always won my victory in the higher courts, but the best victory that I have won during these years has been with my conscience in the knowledge that I have never evaded or avoided truth regardless of the hazard or the danger.
There was mischief in my method, because I sent the letter to nearly 2,000 newspapermen. Thus, when one o'clock came on the stated day the dining room was paralyzed, nobody could be served. It was full of newspapermen anxious to know what I was going to say. The police came in and led me out a side door, and in front of the side door was a very nice street with very little traffic, and I figured that would be a good place to complete my press conference.
So the press stood out in the street, and I stood on the steps, ahd gave my reasons for being in San Francisco. I told them, of course, that I was opposed to the United Nations because I believed that it was being formed by Communists and Jews, enemies of America, and I believed that the man who was living in the penthouse of the Mark Hopkins as the Secretary-General was a traitor, even though he had been one of the chief advisors of Franklin D. Roosevelt.
In fact, I was the first person to publicize this accusation concerning Alger Hiss. Later he was officially exposed by an investigation carried on by a young Congressman by the name of Richard Nixon, as referred to elsewhere in this account. His exposure of Alger Hiss had much to do with conditioning him to win the election to the United States Senate later.
The question came up at the press conference: "What are your purposes here?"
I said that I had two purposes: One which I doubt that I can carry out, and one which I believe that I can carry out. The first purpose, of course, was to prevent the formation of the United Nations in such a way that the Senate of the United States will not approve the Charter. I confessed that I did not have much hope of victory along this line, but I did insist that I believed we could persuade those in positions of strategic power that they must not approve anything that would permit the United Nations, as such, to impose its will upon the American people without the consent of the Congress of the United States.
I told the press conference that if we did not win this victory, we would lose our sovereignty and we would be governed by a world government.
The press guffawed, ridiculed and snarled at what I had to say, and one spoke up and said: "Who do you think you can get to accomplish that purpose?"
And then I gave him the punch line. I said: "I have been promised the cooperation from the most important man in this Conference, the man who has the veto power over the Charter, the leader of the minority, U. S. Senator Arthur Vandenberg."
This ended the press conference, because these newspapermen, hypnotized by their own brainwashed attitudes, couldn't believe that I was telling the truth.
They rushed into taxicabs and hurried to the Fairmont Hotel where Senator Vandenberg was staying and reported what I had said. The shock of their lives came when Mr. Vandenberg announced that he proposed to work with Senator Connally in producing a resolution that would make it impossible for the United Nations to pass any kind of law which could be imposed upon the American people without the consent of their elected representatives in the Congress of the United States.
This was a big let-down for the world government gang who didn't realize that this influence had come from the man they hated and despised and had held up as a demagogue, a rabble rouser and a bigot. Those are the kind of names you are called when you resist the antichrist, the mongrelizers and the Marxists.
If anyone planning a future in public life would like to know the formula for being fought every minute of your life, I challenge you to resist the antichrist, the Communist complex and the Zionist Jew conspiracy for world power.
One of those is enough to get you in trouble. Three of them are enough to get you killed or imprisoned, but for the grace of God.
Sequel: Why did I have such influence with Arthur Vandenberg? The last time that he had come up for re-election in Michigan, I received a call from his campaign manager in the very heart of the campaign.
He revealed that a personality who was in the confidence of Henry Ford had absconded with his campaign funds, had fled to Florida and was out on a yacht in a drunken charade. The campaign manager was desperate. He said: "Mr. Smith, here we are up against this campaign and out of money. Can you do anything for me?"
I was one of the few men who had lived in Detroit in a position of influence and activity who enjoyed the confidence of both Fords and the Dodges. I said that I would go to see Horace Dodge and his mother, Mrs. Dillman.
At that time, Mrs. Dillman was considered one of the two richest women in the world. Her palatial home in Grosse Pointe, a suburb of Detroit, was so mammoth that in the servants' quarters there were 22 rooms with baths. Mrs. Dillman was in New York City. I was a friend of a very close friend of the family. I appealed to him.
We journeyed to New York City together. We called on Mrs. Dillman. She gave the O.K. We returned to Detroit, and the money necessary to finish out the Vandenberg campaign was turned over to the desperate campaign manager.
In the meantime, he had dug up some other money, but this was the money that saved the day, and no one knew it better than Arthur Vandenberg. Mr. Vandenberg also knew that I knew that he had been blackmailed, because of some of his infidelities involving the wife of a foreign diplomat.
This information was being used by the Roosevelt gang to control his decisions, but he knew he was coming up for election in the fall, he knew I was on the radio, he knew his obligation to me and he knew his obligation to Mr. Ford as well as the Dodges, and he was in a mood to please us although the world didn't know why.
I am not saying that the Connally Resolution would not have come into being if it hadn't been for these circumstances, but he knew that my influence with him was much greater than the mind washed press realized. I never betrayed that confidence.
The resolution was worked out by Mr. Vandenberg and Mr. Connally, and later became known as the Connally Resolution, and as suggested elsewhere, it decreed that no law could be passed by the United Nations to apply to the American people without the consent of the Congress, our elected representatives.
This so pleased the Jews that they got behind him and furnished him all the money that he needed and elected him the Mayor of the City. Mrs. Smith and I were registered in the hotel immediately across the street from the hotel where I was to speak. About 7:30 in the evening I received a telephone call from my secretary, Miss Legant, saying that a mob was coming down the street and numbered about 1,000 people and was led by vicious revolutionists, grubby looking bums, blacks, Jews, what have you, screaming and yelling like a lynch mob.
They entered the hotel, began to damage the lobby, broke down the doors into the ballroom and began to accost, abuse and throw things at my friends who had gathered and were waiting for me to come in to speak. I have newspaper pictures of elderly people crawling out of windows while being threatened with uplifted chairs in the hands of revolutionary blacks. A big, tall, white rioter grabbed the microphone, took over the hall and began to speak while the mob began to fill up the seats.
One would have expected the police to restore order, but instead of that, the Minneapolis Chief of Police appointed by Hubert Humphrey, came to the microphone and said: "If you people will retire from this hotel and come down to the Mayor's reception office, you can finish your meeting there."
They knew who their friend was and they knew that they had the cooperation of Hubert Humphrey, so they obeyed the suggestion of the Chief of Police and went down to the Mayor's office. It will be recalled that the demagogue, Hubert Humphrey, always posed as a great lover of freedom and civil rights, but he didn't want free speech for Gerald L. K. Smith.
I had known from the beginning who owned him and possessed him. Later I was appearing before the Platform Committee of the Democratic Party. The chairman of this particular committee was a great patriot by the name of U. S. Senator Pat McCarran from Nevada.
As I boarded the elevator to go up to the committee hearings in the Stevens Hotel, I was joined by Hubert Humphrey. I turned to a friend of mine who was standing with me on the elevator and I said: "You have met Mr. Humphrey, haven't you. He is the great 'lover' of free speech."
This embarrassed Mr. Humphrey and he blushed up to his hair, because he knew that he had used his revolutionary followers to break up my meeting in Minneapolis when he was the Mayor.
At another place in this book is a summary of an experience that I had earlier with this mouthy demagogue. It should be noted that after the mob had left the hotel, they assigned certain people to come over to my hotel and hunt for Mrs. Smith and me with clubs and blunt instruments, hoping that they could do me bodily injury.
The police department was so under the control of Humphrey that even the police made no attempt to protect us in the hotel where we were registered. It was merely our good luck that they did not find us, and we were not hiding under a bed nor conducting ourselves as cowards. We merely turned off the lights in our room and locked the door, and it was a little too much to find out exactly where we were, because we were not in the room in which we were registered.
We were in the room for which our secretary had registered. The next morning we departed for Omaha. I was not planning to speak in Omaha and did not speak in Omaha, but the Jews and the Communists heard that I was coming and knew that I was planning to stay all night at Omaha's leading hotel.
They picketed the hotel and cried out against the management for even permitting us to sleep in this place. This gives the reader some idea of some of the psychology of intolerance which had been developed against anyone in America who resisted the tyranny of the organized Jew and the organized Communists, and in those days they were working hand in glove with each other.
Senator Long, who was the political leader at that time, gave me credit for Mr. Fournet's victory because his opposition was being supported by the Roosevelt machine and the entrenched political gangsters of the State of Louisiana who also were supported by the 'feudal lords' and the great international trading interests that had been hindered in their exploitation of the State of Louisiana by the courageous Mr. Long.
At the end of a hard day, I returned to the Charleston Hotel to stay all night. After I had bathed and put on some fresh clothing, I came down and had my supper at a lunch counter. I then walked out on the street to breathe some fresh air, filled with the aroma of magnolias and semitropical vegetation.
As I stood on the corner, a man about 45 years of age walked up to me and in a surly manner said: "Are you that 'so-and-so' Gerald Smith associated with Huey Long?"
I answered by saying: "I was this morning - and I still am."
"Well," said the man, "I'm going to shorten your career," and he pulled from his pocket a black automatic pistol and stuck it right in the center of my stomach.
I will never be able to explain the speed of my reflexes as I grabbed the gun and turned it on my attacker. By this time, even though it was about nine o'clock in the evening, a crowd began to gather and as I held the gun on the man, I explained to the people what had happened, and I had witnesses to prove it.
Then I said to the crowd: "Does anybody know who this man is?" They said: "Yes, he is the Assistant United States District Attorney." [Say What???DC]
Later investigation revealed that he was a wheelhorse in the Roosevelt machine which later was instrumental in the assassination of the late Huey P. Long.
After the man was identified, I removed the bullets from the gun and a younger man came out of the crowd saying: "This is my father."
I handed the gun to the young man, keeping the bullets, and said: "Take your father home." As he left, I said to the man: "I'm going to be around here for several days, speaking in and out of this city, and when you see me coming down the street, you cross over and go the other direction."
This experience gave me a reputation that I didn't deserve; namely, that I wasn't afraid of anything, and I must confess that as I continued to speak in the area I was given a wide berth and shown great respect by people who had concluded that nothing could intimidate me. After the campaign was over, I loaded Judge Fournet into a car and we drove back to New Orleans and I said to Senator Long: "Here is our new Supreme Court Justice."
It will be recalled that during the days of Congressman Martin Dies, who was Chairman of the House Committee on Un-American Activities, Mrs. Roosevelt entertained Communists in the White House and then following a White House breakfast, journeyed over to Capitol Hill to sit in on the Dies Committee hearings and ridicule and scoff at this great patriot as he exposed the treason machine being developed inside our borders.
Most of the Democrats in the South in those days were naive and innocent. They thought a Democrat was a Democrat and they didn't realize what was being cooked up for them by the mongrelizers and the Moscovites who constituted the Roosevelt brain trust, later to be headed in international affairs by the number one exposed traitor Alger Hiss.
I was young and strong and didn't know what fatigue was. I spoke from six to ten times a day at pre-arranged meetings from a platform of a specially constructed sound truck. My good friend Senator Long was then alive and active. He was receiving more mail than the entire United States Senate, and he was receiving more mail than the President of the United States.
I went into a county seat town called Swainsboro. We set up the sound truck and turned on the lights in preparation for my address. A substantial number of people had assembled, because I had announced that I was going to expose the graft inside the Agriculture Department which was paying millions and millions of dollars to traitors and bureaucratic racketeers for not raising cotton on land that had never grown cotton. It seemed that my threat to expose this graft created a lethal alarm.
I hadn't any more than started my address when across the square came a yelling, screaming, howling, murderous lynch mob crying out all the profanities and yelling, "Hang him, kill the so-and-so, run him out of town, lynch him." When the mob reached us they jerked our cable from its lighting plug. They released the brake on our sound truck, which was a heavy machine (sound equipment was not as simple then as it is now), and rolled it down the hill. It was a miracle that it was not tipped over and wrecked. The hired workmen who had been operating the sound equipment all fled. There I stood alone under the canopy of the store. Because they pulled out the lighting cable, it was dark and they could not see me and they began to yell and scream, "Where is he? Where is he? Lynch the so-and-so."
I leaped in front of the court house and mounted a high cement landing. I could be seen under the court house light and at the top of my voice I yelled: "Come and get me. Who will be the first to lay hands on me? But remember, he who lays hands on me lays hands on a man dedicated to the will of God."
Somehow this sentence quieted the mob. The screaming ended and they evaporated. They had already thrown the cable over a limb, threatening to hang me. A few nights later I was awakened where I was sleeping in the Ansley Hotel in Atlanta, Georgia.
I answered the telephone and the voice said: "Are you Gerald Smith?"
I said: "Yes."
He gave his name, but I will not use the name here. He said: "I am , a member of the State Legislature. I led the mob against you, but I will.never have a good night's sleep again unless I have your forgiveness.
I helped organize the mob, but when I came where I could see you, I realized that I was attacking a good man. Please forgive me."
I said: "Of course, I will forgive you."
The civic leaders of Boston had always boasted that free speech would never be denied anyone who wanted to rent the Old South Church.
In those days the Jews and the Communists and the bureaucrats were determined that I should be liquidated by prison or death or ridicule or by being denied the use of radio or public meeting halls.
My friends had arranged for me to speak in Old South Church on a Sunday afternoon. We had arranged for devotions to be followed by my address. The meeting was advertised to begin at 3 o'clock, but when we got to the church it was packed full of Jews and Communists. They threatened my life and it took a big squad of police to keep them from killing me and mobbing me, but I was protected long enough to come into the pulpit.
I found that Jews and Communists had come an hour and a half early and had packed the church, and every seat in the church was filled with an enemy, and all my friends who had come to attend the meeting were shut out for lack of a place to sit. The moment I opened my mouth they started to scream and boo. The minister rose to read the Scripture, and they screamed and booed. The minister asked them to stand for prayer, and they screamed and booed and ridiculed.
Finally we got the word around that I would address my friends in a meeting room in one of the historic hotels, (The Parker House), but, of course, we had no way of telling them because our sound equipment could not reach out into the yard, but it was passed around by word of mouth and a limited number of my friends were able to come and hear me.
One day I was sitting in this house, located on Fareholm Drive, and a knock came on the door. Mrs. Smith and my secretary, Renata Legant, were in the house with me. When the door was opened, a man that we had never seen stood there. It turned out that he was the head of the Subversive Squad of the Police Department of Los Angeles. He had observed the riots and the mobs that had been mobilized against me in my Los Angeles meetings. For instance, in one meeting I was picketed by 22,000 people. It is a wonder I wasn't killed on that occasion.
I invited him in. I will not use his name. By now he may have retired. He said: "Mr. Smith, how long are you going to be in this house?" I said: 'We are going back East in about two weeks." He said: "You should never have moved into it. You will observe as you go down the mountain slope toward Sunset Boulevard, there is a little indent in the road. Representatives of the Mickey Cohen gang have been instructed to hide in the bushes and machine gun you as you go by. We will guard you until you leave the city. But, please, never live in a house again when you come back to Los Angeles. Live only in an apartment or a hotel where you are surrounded by other people."
When it was announced that Gerald L. K. Smith was going to speak in a high school building (Polytechnic High) all hell broke loose.!
The Jews, the Communists, the New Dealers, the stupid leaders who had been mind washed by my enemies, moved in on the Board of Education.
A hearing was held at the headquarters of the Board. The late Eddie Cantor, the much publicized and multi-millionaire comedian, led the campaign to deny me the right of free speech in a school house. He brought with him a procession of excited, vicious, lying, character assassinating enemies.
These witnesses all testified, and by the time they got through testifying even Mrs. Smith couldn't figure out who they were talking about, although they said it was Gerald L. K. Smith.
The matter was taken under short advisement and the Board voted by a handsome majority that I could not be denied the privilege that had been granted to all citizens by the State of California.
This created a violent reaction. As Mrs. Smith and I went out, we boarded the elevator and as we stood on the elevator, a Jew woman with a satanic expression on her face walked up to me and put her face within twelve inches of mine and said: "If I had a dagger right this minute, I would cut out your guts."
The court was on the spot because they had already ruled that the Communist Party had the right to rent a schoolhouse. It would have been quite a blight on their reputation if they had to admit that they gave the local schoolhouses to the Communists, but wouldn't open the schoolhouses to Gerald L. K. Smith.
The announced meeting created such a sensation that thousands of dollars were raised and thousands of people were mobilized in an attempt to prevent the meeting, or break up the meeting, and to run me out of town after the meeting. They failed in all their efforts, although it took some 700 policemen to protect me, and in this first meeting the picketers injured several people, including one of the most prominent clergymen in the town, Rev. Bob Shuler, Pastor of Trinity Methodist Church in Los Angeles.
It angered the important preacher, and he went to the Mayor, who was his friend, and insisted that he apologize for what he had permitted to happen. The Mayor, who was then Mayor Bowron, said that the best way he could apologize would be for us to set up another meeting, and he would guarantee airtight protection.
We did that, and the picket line outside numbered something like 22,000. The promoters of violence infiltrated into the building and it was necessary for the police to carry out by physical strength something like 69 troublemakers inside the auditorium. They anticipated the trouble, and they set up a complete night court in one of the associated school buildings next to the auditorium. I may be wrong, but I think that I am the only man who ever created enough excitement in a school auditorium to require the police department to set up a special night court with judges and prosecuting attorneys, etc., to deal with criminal action during the meeting.
Some time after the meeting, the people who were arrested sued the Chief of Police and those who participated in protecting me. Since I had taken the names and addresses of everyone who had attended the meeting, I turned these names over to the City of Los Angeles, and the people were called in as witnesses in defense of the action made necessary by the Police Department. The enemy lost, and the Chief of Police was honored.
Of course, times have changed. The City of Los Angeles now has a black left wing Mayor, and it is no longer safe for patriots speaking the things that I speak even to hold a meeting in Los Angeles. The Jewish Defense League has organized a sort of a lynch mob which threatens to kill, main, and wound any man who holds a public meeting and speaks critically of the counterfeit State of Israel and the Zionist Jew plot for world power.
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EPISODE 32 CHICAGO VIOLENCE
I will exert every power within my reach to prevent the persecution of the black man. But I reserve the right to oppose the persecution of the white man. The demagogues who have become the bureaucratic tyrants of America have gone so far with this that many industries and business organizations in order to avoid persecution by political bureaucrats are firing white people just because they are white and replacing them with blacks so that they will be let alone by these bureaucratic persecuting tyrants.[so all this talk of white supremacy is one of their oldest tricks, now it is just bladent in our face DC]
VIII.
EXPOSE AND FIGHT
POLITICAL
ZIONISM - A WORLD MENACE
I have consistently opposed the conspiracy of political Zionism inside
the Congress of the United States. Recently United States Senator J.
William Fulbright with whom I disagree on many, many things-in
fact, most things-issued a statement on a nationwide network to the
effect that international Zionism virtually controls the United States
Senate, and they are afraid to vote on any question contrary to the will of
the Zionists. As this was written, a sneaky attempt was made inside the
United States Congress to effect a mutual defense pact, which means
committing the United States to come to the defense of the counterfeit
State of Israel in case of a military incident. Any mature student of
military history knows that there is no difficulty in creating an incident.
If that mutual defense pact is ever approved by the Congress, it means
that every drop of blood that we have in the veins of our young men will
be put at the disposal of the imperialistic ambitions of international
Zionism operating through the counterfeit State of Israel. Sensational Sequel: The average reader of this statement cannot believe this, but the Jews have already passed a law in Israel justifying their right to seize any enemy anywhere in the world whom they contend is conspiring to overthrow the State of Israel. That includes me. That means that they believe they have a right to grab me off the street and rush me to Israel to be tried in a biased court, and sentenced to prison or death. If this seems like an exaggeration, may I point out that they have already done this in numerous instances, so much so that it has aroused the resentment of the entire world and recently, for the first time, they were condemned unanimously by the Security Council of the United Nations. The reader should be reminded that the United Nations, in the beginning, was given its guidelines for formation by the Zionist Jews. They wanted this to be developed into a world government that could be transplanted into the Middle East and developed as an international Jew-controlled empire. They have 'fouled' their own brood. The entire United Nations has turned against them. Jewish power in American politics has been so great that the entire assembly now voted against the State of Israel. Even though the Security Council would vote unanimously against the State of Israel, up to the vote of the United States, the United States delegate under Jewish pressure has always been afraid to vote condemnation against the State of Israel no matter what it did. Whether it would be stealing land, killing people, napalming innocent children, enslaving Arab populations and threatening Mid-Eastern aggression. There is no doubt but what they blew up the Liberty Ship, one of the most scandalous events in international history. But even so, our representative in the Security Council never had the nerve to vote a condemnation of this barbaric act. Recently however, he joined the rest of the Security Council in condemning an act of piracy on the part of the State of Israel.
Do not fail to read my statement elsewhere in support of my belief that the present so-called State of Israel is an unScriptural counterfeit which seeks to honor Christ's worst enemies in the fulfillment of Abraham's covenant instead of the people who have honored Christ by way of the Virgin Birth and the gospel of Jesus Christ. Who could have thought up a more fallacious conclusion than to represent Christ's worst enemies as God's chosen people? If a man like myself defends Christianity against this aggression, he is called a bigot and an anti-Semite. But how many people reflect on the fact that every Friday night in a Jewish synagogue they represent our Master as a fraud, and a fake, saying that His Mother was a harlot? We Americans have not denied these Jews the right to express their unbelief, because under the Constitution they have the right to do it. But they do not have the right to deny me the privilege of glorifying my Saviour and developing resistance to this infidelity, this heresy, and this policy, which, when carried out will, in the words of the Scripture: "Crucify our Lord anew."[all true DC]
IX.
DISCIPLINE THE NEWS
MEDIA OUTLAWS
The news media must be disciplined, curbed and given to understand
that even a reporter for a newspaper, or a television station, or a radio
station, must obey the law. These people have created a segment in our
population that can be classified as 'spoiled brats.' The irresponsibility
of the news media has never been more obvious than it was during the
time of the Watergate situation. Innocent men were tried and convicted
in the press and on television who had never been given the opportunity
to speak for themselves. The so-called Watergate Committee, headed by
a conscienceless old demagogue, was used as a smear instrument
against the people who won the election in 1972. This is not said out of
prejudice, because I am a traditional Democrat who came to maturity in
political affairs in the State of Louisiana, and, of course, my good friend
Huey Long was a Democrat. In 1972 the Democratic Party was kidnapped by a fraternity of homosexuals, lesbians, hippies, vagrants, outlaws, demagogues and traitors-the outfit that nominated McGovern for President bears no similarity whatsoever to the party of Thomas Jefferson. Failing to win the election, they were determined to defeat Mr. Nixon's victory by methods other than the use of the ballot. The Watergate smear was their answer. I will not discuss that at length here, but I have published two lengthy manuscripts dealing with this subject, one entitled "Shame on the United States Senate," and the other entitled "Watergate, a White Paper." [Imagine what he would say about the Democrats now,and their efforts against Trump. The underlined above sound familiar? DC]
A newspaperman can receive confidential information to the effect that someone is going to be murdered, and there is no law that can compel him to reveal his source of information, even though it would save the life of a human being. This issue came up in California not long ago. The abortive Supreme Court recently made a decision that makes it almost impossible for a public figure to protect himself against libel. Several outstanding patriots have been lied about and their character has been assassinated by the press, but under this new Supreme Court decision, it is difficult for a public figure to collect libel on the grounds that they have given 'open season' to the press and the news media in general to libel public figures regardless of their public responsibility. New criminallibellaws should be written, and when a newspaper tells a lie about a good man, designed to cripple his influence, they should be sued and punished almost as severely as if they had run the man down on the street while driving drunk. With some exceptions, there is not a fraternity of people in this country that is more contemptible and spoiled than the representatives of the news media. They are mean, cantankerous, dishonest and in many instances positively criminal. Unless America can clean out these Augean stables of journalistic corruption, of wild brothelian editors and reporters, the destiny of America is doomed. Even in Britain, the most outstanding publishers are amazed at the criminal license that is accorded the news media in the United States.
X.
CURB CASTRO'S CUBA
BY
DIPLOMACY OR MILITARY FORCE
Through the weakness and the blunders of the late John Kennedy,
who never really accomplished anything important while President, but
became lionized and represented as a hero because he had been
assassinated-through his weakness and stupidity our worst potential
enemies were allowed to establish a military base 90 miles from our
shores. President Kennedy stood back and allowed this to happen, and
when a well organized group of patriots were prepared to return to Cuba
from Florida and capture the government, Mr. Kennedy promised them
airplane coverage, and at the last minute he cancelled it and allowed
these courageous patriots to be shot like 'fish in a barrel.' The time will
have to come when Cuba will be subdued either diplomatically or
militaristically to the point where there is no chance of her continuing as a threat to our safety in permitting missile installations and battleship harbors. President Kennedy's blunder was so great that one insider
revealed that after he realized what a mistake he had made he was
almost tempted into a suicidal mood. He realized that by stupidity he
had betrayed the United States of America, and had virtually allowed
the Soviet Union and Red China to establish a military base 90 miles
from our shores, not counting what he did to good and innocent people
who were imprisoned, slaughtered and abused.
XI
FREE THE WHITE-SLAVE TAXPAYERS
WHO ARE BEING BURDENED WITH
BLACK LOAFERS AND
WHITE CHISELERS
We must abolish the new white slavery, and I am not talking about
prostitution, as much as I am opposed to it. The demagogues and the
bureaucrats have decided to load millions of blacks onto our shoulders
and force us to support them whether they work or not. No good citizen
and no good Christian is opposed to appropriations necessary to take
care of the helpless, regardless of their race or creed. But literally
millions of blacks refuse to work. They won't pick strawberries, they
won't mow hay, they won't cut a lawn, they won't do common labor, they
won't do anything except stand in front of the welfare office and demand
an ever-increasing amount of money together with food stamps and
fringe considerations that come from dozens of organizations that have
been set up by parasitic demagogues. These welfare chiselers move into
the great super markets with food stamps and welfare checks, and buy
the best meat and the best groceries, while the hard-working people who
have to count their pennies have to choose between ground meat and hot
dogs in order to make their income go around. This enslavement of the
white man, who is the taxpayer, to support these welfare chiselers must
end. All the welfare chiselers are not blacks. There is a fraternity of
vagrants roving this country, loaded with infectious hepatitis and venereal disease, who have resolved never to work again, and they, too, are
adding to the slave load that has been imposed upon those of us who pay
taxes and assume responsibility for the maintenance of our social structure. My opposition to this slavery must never be misconstrued as
suggesting that I do not favor providing for the helpless, the blind, the
aged, the crippled and the veteran. The reason that more is not being
done for this fraternity of suffering and impaired humanity is because
the money that should go to these helpless people is going to the chiselers
and the welfare fakers who are stealing billions of dollars out of the
Treasury of the United States through bureaucrats who have learned
that welfare votes can keep them in power.
Xll.
REMOVE THE HOMESTEADS OF
THE
AGED FROM THE TAX ROLLS
Tax money collected by the Federal government should be returned in
large quantities to the school districts of America, because excessive
school taxes are driving elderly people out of their homesteads. Men and
women of character by the millions have spent their whole lives saving
up enough money to own a homestead in which they can live in their old
age. Now in most states the school taxes are so high that these elderly
people on Social Security, without other income, cannot afford to pay the
taxes on the home which it took years to pay for. These people should be
removed from the tax roll, and the people who produce incomes should
be the ones to finance the school system. Almost millions of elderly
people are moving out of nice homes into mobile homes and trailers and
one room hot plate apartments, because they can no longer afford to pay
the excessive tax that has been imposed upon them by greedy racketeers
who pose falsely as educators. They have their hand under the table to
receive bribery money from contractors who make billions developing
school properties with luxurious attributes that have no place in an
educational system that should be plain and simple as well as practical.
XIII.
DENY SUBSIDIES TO COLLEGES
AND
UNIVERSITIES THAT ENTERTAIN
TRAITORS AND REVOLUTIONISTS
Many of the universities and colleges in America have become revolutionary centers. They have become landing bases for traitors. A
black by the name of Dick Gregory has been one of the most obnoxious
revolutionists in America. At one time he promised that he was going to
help burn down our great cities. He is now one of the highest paid
campus lecturers in America. Traitors who threatened to burn down the
convention hall in Chicago and who threatened to break up the Republican Convention in Miami are now highly paid speakers for campus
meetings. These universities are being financed and their students are
being financed by government appropriations. We need a whole new
system of legislation that will prohibit the appropriation of money to
any educational institution that allows a traitor or subversive personality to prey on the impressive minds of the students of our high schools,
colleges and universities. Whenever a Congressional Committee, or an
outstanding patriot, exposes one of these traitors, he is immediately
held up as a bigot, and the corrupt news media immediately comes to the
defense of the traitor. For instance, Angela Davis, whose guns were used to blow the head off of a California Judge, and who is a frequent visitor to
Moscow, and who is a self-confessed Communist revolutionist, is
one of the most popular and highly paid ($2,000 to $5,000 per speech)
campus speaker in the United States. Some of these traitors have even
been called to deliver commencement addresses. The only solution for
this problem is to "cut off their water," stop their money, and quit
enslaving the American taxpayer in order to collect money to pay these
traitors to spout their treason in our educational institutions.
XIV.
ISOLATE THE VAGRANTS FOR
CONSTRUCTIVE LABOR
AND PROFITABLE
ENTERPRISE
Almost millions of vagrants are roving the streets and highways of
America today. Some call them hippies, some call them children of the
sub-culture; but whatever they are, they are addicted to dope, they reek
of infectious hepatitis, they are saturated with venereal disease, they
won't work, and they are able to talk the bureaucrats into giving them
food stamps so that they can continue to loaf in our communities and
make themselves pests in general without the necessity of hard work.
Anyone without a visible means of support who refuses to work should
be rounded up and put into a compound. Here he should be compelled to
work, or starve, if he's in good health. He should do constructive work.
He should manufacture things, or he should harvest crops, and he
should be paid well. His wages should be put in escrow and saved for him
so that the money can be dealt out to him on a probationary basis after
he is released, when he is willing to promise to behave himself and when
those in charge of him are convinced that he means it. Millions of
Americans are being annoyed by this filthy crew of vagrants. They
deserve the pity, sympathy and compassion of all good people, but one
way to sympathize with them is not to permit them to continue to wallow
in their own filth, their own venereal disease, their own vermin, endangering the life and comfort and welfare of everyone they touch. Put them
away, round them up, make them work, take them off the backs of the
taxpayer. The Scripture is still true: "By the sweat of thy brow thou shall
earn thy bread."
XV.
STOP THE SLAUGHTER
OF THE UNBORN
We must make it a criminal offense to slaughter the unborn. The law
of abortion is so liberal in New York State that it is possible for a child to be born that could nurse, eat and live, only to be assassinated by the
Doctor in charge, in the name of abortion, on the operating table. The
issue of abortion is one of the great issues of America. When a nation
tampers with the law of God and His plan to preserve the races of man
we are in danger of divine judgement. Millions of the unborn are being slaughtered. Deep students of physiology and medical science say that
we are going to. have a great reaction among women, and we are going to
see an epidemic of new types of pestilence brought by this wholesale
slaughter scheme called abortion. This green light for slaughtering
millions of human beings in the name of abortion was given to our
Nation by the Supreme Court. It is amazing how many of our problems
go back to the Supreme Court of the United States. God save us! God
save us! The very Government, which, because of the edicts of a dictatorial
Supreme Court, has made it a criminal offense to have devotions in our
school system and our educational system in general, does not rule
against the teaching of atheism and the downgrading of the personality
of Jesus Christ in many of our educational institutions. In many of our universities, all the sociological professors are Communists or Socialists as are the professors of Political Science. In many of our colleges as high as 90% of the instructors are atheists anti-Christians and unbelievers. The American people who have thrived on the tradition of Christian faith must find a way to curb these institutions and these instruments of education which are gnawing at the very vitals of the dynamic that made Western civilization namely Christianity.
XVI.
CURB THE TYRANNY OF
THE
MONEY CHANGERS
Abraham Lincoln was shot because he resisted the conspiring formulas of the money changer, according to some deep historians. He was
not murdered over the slave issue, nor over the Civil War issue. He believed that money should be issued Constitutionally without subjecting us to the usunous money-changing trickery of what we now call the
Federal Reserve Bank. In my judgement, this outfit is an outlaw; it is a
deliberate violation of the will of the American people, carried on in a
spirit of defiance because of its terrific power over the monetary system
of this Nation and the world. Its ability to arbitrarily set interest rates
gives it the power to tax without any legislative act, or without the
consent of the people. Until this Federal Reserve has been outlawed and
the coining and issuing of money has been returned to the people, as
provided for in the Constitution, we will not be able to master or control
our own economy.
XVII.
STAMP OUT PROMOTERS OF SEX
PERVERSION WHO ARE DESTROYING OUR PEOPLE
FOR PROFIT
The degeneration of the sex life could turn out to be the worst menace
to face the American people and Western civilization as such. Pornography has been imposed upon us by way of the magazine stand, television, the motion picture companies and a wide network of underground
enterprises which operate in violation of the law and with the consent of
a limp complex of law enforcement, the like of which our Nation has
never known. The blame for this goes back again to the Supreme Court
which refuses to sustain local governments in their determination to
expunge this filth which is made available not only to our children and
young people, but to the general population. Coming in like a flood with
all of its libertine exposures, the pornographic epidemic weakens the
whole social structure. Innocent men and women even of advanced years
find themselves exposed to obscene pictures and demonstrations of sex
perversions which a few years ago were known only in the houses of
prostitution and the tenderloin areas of great cities where perversion,
dissipation and immorality was limited to slums and to the underworld.
Even the clergymen among both Protestant and Catholics were seduced
into dissipations, and today there is an epidemic of homosexuality
within the clergy even to the point that certain so-called churches have
been organized catering only to sex perverts. Off-beat educators and
intellectual libertines are advocating that homosexuality and lesbianism be recognized as a third sex and allowed to operate without
interference from the law. This wave of depravity has given us an
epidemic of venereal disease which is out of hand. The introduction of
the promiscuous use of birth control pills and legalized abortions have
encouraged the weak to indulge in extramarital sex relations and premarital sex relations on the theory that there is no danger of pregnancy.
The degenerating influence of sex dissipation threatens Western civilization with the same blight that destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah and
other early civilizations. It is shocking to observe that in conservative
Holland and Denmark and other European nations the degenerate
influence of sex perversion and sex dissipation is apparent beyond
anything that the ordinary person can imagine. Sequel: The Communist overlords know that sex perversion and dissipation can destroy a nation. In Red China the conduct of the people is almost Puritanical. No crude lovemaking in public. No premarital sex relations. No prostitution. No pornography. This may seem unbelievable, but it is true. Lesbianism and homosexualism are punishable by death or prison. There is not much we can do until we get a Supreme Court with backbone enough to sustain rigid laws that can imprison a man for even showing an evil book to a child, and for commercializing the sale of those things which encourage the degeneration of the mind, the body, and the soul.
XVIII.
PROTECT AND SAFEGUARD
OUR INTELLIGENCE AGENCIES
In the name of free press via the prostitution of the news media, the
great protective agencies which have hovered over America and
guarded us against subversion and treason are being undermined,
sabotaged and weakened. These agencies include the great international spy network on which America depends for her safety against
treason and infiltration, the CIA. Another is the FBI which handles the
intelligence involving our local protection against subversion and
crime. Another factor is the Internal Security Committees of the Senate
and the House of Representatives. The treason machine and the degenerated news media never miss an opportunity to ridicule, belittle and
downgrade the CIA, the FBI and the Internal Security Committees.
They have been largely responsible for the Government's failure to be
able to convict criminal traitors, syndicalists and seditionists.
Whenever a violent revolutionist is caught in one of these treasonable
functions, this corrupt news media machine virtually comes to his
defense. I indict the news media as one of the most corrupt evil elements
in our whole social structure. That alone should give the reader an
understanding of why I have been a controversial figure, subject to
much abuse, smear and character assassination.
XIX.
STOP THE INVASION OF
MILLIONS
OF ILLEGAL ALIENS
Thousands upon thousands, if not millions, of immigrants are coming
into the United States by a relaxation of the immigration laws. Orientals are on the verge of overrunning us. Mexicans come into the United
States illegally at the rate of from 2,000 to 5,000 a day across a long
border. Cheap labor is competing with our well established labor in the
United States. Beyond these that come in illegally, there are an uncounted number that are coming in legally. Shortly after they arrive,
they organize themselves into pools of agitation and opinion and become
what they call ecological segments crying out against the abuses of the
land which has given them a new opportunity for prosperity. We need to screen our immigrants and guard more carefully the entrance of aliens
into the United States. True enough, some of the greatest people we
have have migrated as aliens, and we do not want to depreciate this or to
discourage this coming of more aliens. We merely must be careful. We do
not want the criminals and the sociological garbage of other nations to
become a part of our life. We have enough people like that in the United
States already.
XX.
EXPOSE THE TRAITORS IN THE
CONGRESS OF THE UNITED STATES
For the first time in my life as a mature observer of national affairs I
have been forced to conclude that we have deliberate, premeditated
traitors who have been elected to the Congress of the United States.
Every time a revolutionist organizes a demonstration, he can count on
these treasonable mentalities in our legislative body. When they invaded Washington, D.C., threatening to destroy our military headquarters and defying the law enforcement organizations and threatening to
do violence to the president, they assembled in large revolutionary mobs
and were addressed by members of the Congress of the United States,
whom I shall not name on this occasion. Whenever the treason machine (the network news media) undermines the Armed Forces, these Congressmen vibrate their approval. Whenever an attempt is made to sabotage our intelligence agencies like the CIA and the FBI and the Internal Security committees of Congress, they join with the traitors in the downgrading of these institutions which are vital to our national and international safety. They scream for a reduction of military power that would make us a second class power subject to ultimatums from Red China and Red Russia.
They seem to experience a sadistic glee in downgrading our great industrial and business establishments which have made of the American people the most prosperous people in the history of mankind. The time has come for us to commission the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Internal Security Committee to go into the background of these people who are violating their oath to uphold the Constitution of the United States by practicing sedition and giving aid and comfort to our enemies.
XXI.
EXPOSE THE DOPE PEDDLERS
AND PRO-NARCOTIC PROPAGANDISTS
There is nothing new about attacking the dealers in narcotics. This
has been a normal part of our lives down through the years, but recently the problem has fanned out into a new phase. The perverted sociological
sadists who seem to take delight in witnessing the destruction of humanity by liquor, sex perversion and treason, have become the great
defenders of a subtle and treacherous narcotic known as marijuana. [Two things here, we have exposed the drug peddlers and sadly sir, the CIA are greatest of them all, and I do not agree with his assessment of marijuana The nations which have had centuries of experience with this dope are bitterly against it, and in some areas it is punishable by death to be caught selling it or dealing in it in any way, directly or indirectly. Young American smart alecks who have been caught with marijuana in foreign countries find themselves locked up in jails where the keys have been virtually thrown away. The tragic fact is that the same, soft, insipid personalities who have been encouraging numerous types of negative erosions of our social structure are now openly advocating the legalized sale of this treacherous, benumbing narcotic known as marijuana. Even certain preachers and certain public officials and certain educators have been advocating the distribution of this seductive narcotic.
It is believed that there are large business institutions in America where corrupt money has taken over. This corrupt money has been accumulated by underworld personalities that have grown super rich on the illegal sale of opium, heroin and the rest. They phase this dirty money into legitimate business, and now own big stores, big factories, and big commercial institutions of a wide variety.
These criminal killers of our people who thrive on poisoning our population with dope must be isolated and curbed, but this cannot be done until they can be prevented from corrupting public officials. This corruption has gone as high as Governors of States and Attorney Generals and Chiefs of Police. Some men, regardless of their positions in life cannot resist the temptation of the large sums of money available fo; this corruption.[Well it made it to the White House as George Bush Sr. was into dope dealing up to his eyeballs, and it was not marijuana DC]
Sequel: Isn't it singular that millions of people can be mobilized to fight the sale of dope, but they cooperate in the sale of alcoholic liquor. Our Government goes into partnership with the makers of alcoholic beverages. They collect billions of dollars in taxation from these people who are slaughtering the public with alcohol. Alcoholics constitute half the population of our insane asylums. They slaughter the majority of the people who are killed on the highways, and still, Governmentally we stay in partnership with these who manufacture and distribute this murder weapon.
The least we can do is to outlaw the advertising of alcoholic beverages. Some people hold the opinion that to prohibit the manufacture and sale is impossible, and they may have some logic on their side. We should prohibit the advertising of this poison in newspapers, magazines, on television and radio to the point where the only way a man could find a bottle of liquor would be to look it up in a directory. This idea of filling the billboards full of attractive advertisements bearing the pictures of handsome people and beautiful flowers and creating the impression on our young people that the drinking of alcohol is a sophisticated and high-toned act is one of the tragic hypocrisies in our whole social existence.
Nicotine seems to be an unsolved problem in American life. The Government rules that even in cigarette advertising a statement must appear pronouncing cigarettes as dangerous to the health and poisonous to the system. They have outlawed the advertising of cigarettes on television, and still the year that this was written more cigarettes were consumed than any year in American history. It could turn out that cigarettes could blight America the way opium, at one time, blighted the Chinese. I am of the opinion that if cigarettes were outlawed as completely as dope that there would still be fiends in America who would fight and kill as quickly to get their nicotine as the dope fiends fight and kill to get their morphine and its related narcotics.
The sociological and political enemies of America have concluded that one of the quickest ways to destroy our fibre is to fill us full of dope. Consequently, billions of dollars' worth of dope is being smuggled in from the Orient and elsewhere, even from Red China where they do not permit the sale of it to their own people.
XXII.
EXPOSE AND FIGHT COMMUNISM,
THE POLITICS OF THE ANTI-CHRIST
THE CHILD OF JUDAISM
Through terms of several Presidents, we toyed with the treason of
Communism. We were seduced into a war as the ally of Soviet Russia,
one of the most brutal and sadistic regimes ever introduced to the
human race. The churches were burned, the preaching of the Gospel was
outlawed, the aristocracy was liquidated, the royalty was slaughtered,
and all patriotic resistors were either killed, or imprisoned in murderous slave labor camps.[Roosevelt was a Communist, so no we were not seduced, he was willing treasonist, no other explanation for some of his actions at times or inaction in other moments. His two faced policy in North China in the 30's with Japan and Communist Russia was filled with duplicity on behalf of the Communists, who were making great inroads in the North of China, yet not one word against their actions DC] Because we were allies of Soviet Russia during World War II, the left wing propagandists took advantage of this circumstance in an attempt to make Communism look good to America, and they tried to turn the war-time alliance into Communist propaganda. As the war terminated and we came to the post-war period, we found that although the hot war had ended, the cold war had begun. We introduced the words "iron curtain," and everything possible was done to prevent the Red Chinese and the Red Russians, who had been financed and underwritten by the traitors in our Government, from overrunning the entire world. Eventually they were checked, but only after they had thrived on the appeasement which allowed them to expand their areas of tyrannical control. Weak Presidents and compromising diplomats caused America to doublecross our friends in Eastern Europe as well as some of our most trusted coordinates in the Orient. [McCarthy was correct all along, and just like the man has been saying, the bought and paid for Zionist stooges in the MSM assassinated his character and shut him down DC]
Eventually these powerful conglomerates, representing about one billion people, established themselves beyond our power to destroy. Patriotic Americans began to realize that there was no way to ignore the existence of Russia and China. Mr. Nixon was the first President to deal with these people from a position of strength rather than compromise and he announced a policy of trade resumption without the risk of political, sociological or diplomatic compromise. He conferred with the Chinese, but kept up the bombing in North Vietnam. He conferred with the Russians, but continued to destroy their installations which they had helped to create for the Communist Vietnamese.
Faced with two monsters which were created by the Moscovite diplomacy of Roosevelt and his associates and his successors President Nixon had two choices: Either devise a practical method of co-existence or enter into a program to wipe one billion people off the face of the earth: The latter is impossible. The strength of this complex had grown out of World War II and the compromises which had been made by Roosevelt and his associates and successors, resulting in the building of this Frankenstein conglomerate.
Now we have established cultural and trade relations, just as we have done with potential enemies and pagan countries down through the centuries.
What should be our greatest concern? Our concern should be that this practical and realistic development must not be used as an exploitation base for communizing our Nation. We must be as anti-Communist and anti-Marxist and as pro-American as we have ever been if not more so. As indicated elsewhere in some of my writings, we must not permit our trade with Russia and Red China to communize our Nation any more than we would permit our association with Japan to make of us a Buddhist people, or our association with India to make us a Hindu nation. We must close ranks and fulfill the ideal of George Washington who said: "Trade with all nations, friendship with all nations, entangling alliances with none."
Never forget that the Communism which eroded Russia began on the lower East side of New York City, and 275 Jews from New York journeyed to Moscow after the revolution to take over and run the Government. The seat of the world revolution has not been in Moscow. It has been in New York City, financed and promoted and organized by Jews. In fact, the "American Hebrew", the largest and most important Jewish periodical back in the 1920's said: "The Soviet revolution has been the result of Jewish brains, Jewish money and Jewish organization, and we expect to do the same thing all over the world."
Since that time the Jews have fouled their own brood, and they are becoming increasingly unwelcome in the Soviet Union. Furthermore, they have alienated the entire world diplomatically because of their barbaric behaviour in the Middle East and their mistreatment of the victims of their genocide, their invasions, and their human slavery.
XXIII.
EXPOSE AND RESIST THE
PROFANERS
OF THE NAME OF CHRIST
The forces of the antichrist have released upon us an epidemic of
Christ ridicule, Christ hate and blasphemy against the name of Christ.
Articles, dramatic plays, and books are being written and have been
written designed to undermine the faith of the people in their Saviour
Jesus Christ. He is being represented by these blasphemers as a
homosexual, a whoremonger, a magician, a hypnotist, and a faker who
used deadly potions to weaken the minds of His followers and subject
them to His influence. The present-day forces of the antichrist have
taken their recipes from the very Sanhedrin and the very Jewish plotters who persuaded Pilate, against his will, to sentence our Lord to death
upon the Cross. These blasphemies are not in the form of little tracts and poorly written throw-away sheets. Thick books that sell for large sums of money are being published, and blasphemous Broadway plays are being given exaggerated publicity as they portray a ridiculous Christ and a warped image of our Lord.
At the same time these forces of blasphemy who despise the name of our Lord have determined to destroy and paralyze every movement and every person who dares to present the true story of our Lord. The international Jews, operating through nine organizations, carried on a world-wide boycott against the original Passion Play in Oberammergau, Bavaria. It is presented once every ten years, and in 1970 they tried to persuade the world to stay away, but even though during the season the producers of the play could handle 500,000 people, they had to turn away one million requests for reservations.
In Eureka Springs, Arkansas, where our family has established the most visited Christian shrine in America including the giant statue of The Christ of The Ozarks, The Christ Only Art Gallery, The Bible Museum, The Great Passion Play, and The New Holy Land, the same Jews have organized a world-wide boycott against these shrines. When this was written the play was in its sixth season of the production of this sacred drama, and the attendance was six times what it was the first year. The attendance has increased every year with practically no advertising on radio, television, or in newspapers. The attendance has developed by word of mouth and people who have visited the giant statue and told their friends about the sacred shrines. The forces of the antichrist are still determined that they shall blight and destroy this portrayal of our Lord's last week on earth, based exclusively on the accounts given to us by Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
EPISODE 3
HONORED BY
SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTE
The Smithsonian Institute is one of the most honorable and distinguished institutions of its kind in the world. When I received a personal
letter from an officer of the Institute suggesting that they wanted to
hang my portrait in their Gallery for a special exhibit during the
summer of 1972, I was constructively shocked, because I couldn't believe
that certain hidden handed powers would permit this to happen. Some
time before I received the invitation, a portrait had been done of me by
the noted portrait artist Edward Runci, and after a further confirming
contact with an officer of the Institute, we agreed to loan this oil painting for the exhibit. It had scarcely been hung on the wall of the special
gallery used for this purpose until a representative of the Jewish complex called on the officers of the Institute and complained and insisted
that my picture be removed. The officers remained unconvinced and
uncoerced, and my portrait hung during the entire period of the exhibit.
It was exhibited along with other individuals who had been nominated
for President of the United States, but had not been elected.
EPISODE 4
IMPORTANT SUPPORT
Many people do not realize that men of great wealth and influence saw
me and were interested in me before they saw Wendell Willkie. They
were looking for a young man with energy, courage and eloquence who
could capture the imagination of the people that they could build up for
the Presidency. During my stay in New York City when I was addressing meetings in practically all of the important ballrooms, including
the Statler, the Waldorf-Astoria, the Plaza, etc., I was waited on by some of the most prominent men in American life including Louis Brown,
President of the Johns-Manville Co., Axtel Biles, President of the
American Petroleum Institute, succeeded later by William Boyd, who
was also a strong admirer, and Mr. Bell, whose first name slips me, who
was at that time President of the American Cyanide Co., Joseph Pew of
the Historic Pew family of Philadelphia, owners of the Sun Oil Co. Later
on in addition to these men I received financial support from R. E. Olds,
founder of the Olds Automobile Co., Mr Durant, founder of General
Motors, and, of course, Henry Ford and the Dodges. This was quite an
array of prominent support. Later these men would all be stymied by
threats from the White House (Roosevelt) if they didn't drop their
support from me. They all yielded, and I was left 'standing at the
church,' a groom without a bride. During the days when Mr. Richard Nixon was being crucified by the traitors, the demagogues, the fools and political enemies in general - we heard about enemy lists; but any talk of enemy lists these days is mild compared to the enemy lists that were kept by Franklin D. Roosevelt who hated Huey P. Long bad enough to cooperate with those who killed him, and who was willing to destroy me completely, if possible by threatening political reprisals against all the important citizens who had been known to be my supporters. Roosevelt got the surprise of his life when I refused to pull in my horns. Following radio broadcasts, I wrote letters to thousands of my people who had written to me, and out of the thousands upon thousands to whom I appealed 1200 responded with donations of money with which to keep me afloat, and out of this humble reorganization grew the Christian Nationalist Crusade, the greatest organization of its kind in the world. The necessity of my depending upon the rank and file for support instead of timid men of great influence and wealth was one of the greatest blessings that ever came to me. One of the most dangerous things that a crusader can have is an 'angel,' because in case the 'angel' is intimidated, or becomes offended, the crusade is wrecked. Up to the day that this book went to press, there was no man in this Nation or world who could kill our crusade by withdrawing his support, because the support is so widespread in general among the rank and file of loyal patriotic Christian citizens.
During a period of persecution and abuse, Horace Dodge, the son of John Dodge (who admired me), came to see me and said: "Mr. Smith, why do you fool around with these people. We're going to go to war. They won't let up until they have imprisoned you, or killed you, or have done something to you. Our family owns a boat factory at Newport News, and if you will say yes, we'll make you the President, and you will stay over there during the war and make yourself a million dollars and start your crusade when the war is over." To me, this looked like a betrayal. I expressed my appreciation for the offer, but I said to him: "Horace, I have a vision that I cannot blur, and regardless of the price, I am going to stay with it," which I did - thank God.
EPISODE 5
IN THE SOUTH
Many people, even students of political history, can scarcely realize
that I did the pioneer work which later resulted in the formation of the
Dixiecrat Party in the South. I toured the South and spoke in the great
cities, called on Congressmen, Senators and Governors and warned
them of the fact that a political machine was developing in Washington,
D.C., which would eventually give the South enforced mongrelization,
attempt to transfer the South from white rule to black rule, and deliver
it like the head of John, the Baptist, on a platter to Franklin D.
Roosevelt and his like. Among the men that I visited were men who
respected me, but I can recall that one man said: "Mr. Smith, I appreciate your visit, but we in the South know bow to handle our blacks.
We will never allow Washington, D.C., to turn our government over to
them." I will leave it to the reader to judge how correct my prophecy was. As a Christian who cannot hate any man because of his race, creed or his religion, I do not hesitate to remind the public that the division of the races was not organized by Gerald Smith, or George Wallace, or Huey Long. It was organized by God Almighty. He was the one who made us yellow, red, brown, white and black. I remember on this trip I was journeying through Alabama toward Mobile. It had rained for two or three days and the roads were covered with water, and as we came to one location the police officer said: "Go right ahead. Your car will go through it." But when we got down to the middle of the dip, the water came up over my motor and the engine was killed in the middle of the high water dip. The police pulled us out. I was driving my own car and I had with me Mrs. Smith and my secretary. We arrived in Mobile at its leading hotel wet, fatigued and sleepy. When I went up to my room, I sat down and wrote a letter to a friend of mine who specialized in research by the name of Ralph Baerman. He was on Senator's Eastland's payroll, and I paid him money on the side to do research for me. I wrote to him and said: "Ralph, tonight I feel alone. Did anyone in American history ever accomplish any great good when he was all alone? Please go into the Congressional Library and see if you can find an answer to this question. If so, send it to me at my hotel in New Orleans." When I got to New Orleans, it was there, and he reminded me that the most successful agent-provocateur in developing the American Revolution was Samuel Adams. He had mastered twelve styles of handwriting so that he could write to the same man twelve times, and the man would think he was hearing from twelve different people. While trying to stir up the politicians and the cowards and the overcautious to join the revolution, he wrote more than 40,000 handwritten letters. It was the opinion of Mr. Baerman that Samuel Adams did more to agitate the colonial revolution than any other one man; but when the Continental Congress was called in Philadelphia, Samuel Adams was too poor to go and he didn't have a suit good enough to wear.
We who take our liberty for granted sometimes forget what a price was paid by our Founding Fathers. Most people do not even realize that Thomas Jefferson died impoverished. His debts piled up to the point where he tried to raffle off his homestead at $10.00 a share, but couldn't sell the tickets, and he died penniless. It reminds us of one thing-that many of the men who have accomplished the greatest good in this world were not recognized for their greatness while they were still alive.
People who seem to know insist that my journeys through the South were most effective in helping to organize the Dixiecrat Party, which later nominated a man who is now a United States Senator from South Carolina, Mr. Strom Thurmond, for President. Since that time Mr. Thurmond has become mature in his understanding of who is behind our trouble, but believe it or not, in spite of all I had done, he issued a public statement denouncing me because of my alleged anti-Semitism. The Dixiecrat Party, although defeated, gave the national politicians to understand that they could no longer ignore the South.
EPISODE 6
NEW YORK CITY
For many years the most sophisticated place that a man could speak
was in Town Hall in New York City. The day was to come, of course,
when I would not be allowed even to rent a ballroom or a hall in New
York- but members of my staff rented Town Hall and I addressed an
enthusiastic audience the summer of 1936. Many of the newer friends
scarcely realize that I have spoken in practically every major city in the
United States in every State. I have had a wide range of experiences. I
have been mobbed, picketed, shot at and threatened, but one thing even
my enemies have to agree to: PlY audience was always enthusiastic
about my remarks. I might have a thousand people picketing me on the
outside, but the people on the inside always viewed me with enthusiastic applause and respect. The longer I spoke the more enthusiastic they
became. It was very refreshing for them to hear truth which most public
figures were afraid to utter.
EPISODE 7
PHILADELPHIA
One of my most enthusiastic admirers, who at times came to visit me
in New York and Washington and Detroit was the Rev. Dr. Walter
Haushalter, one of the Nation's most important and influential clergymen. He became the Pastor of the historic Joseph Fort Newton Episcopal
Church in Philadelphia. He was a personal friend of Dr. Norman Vincent Peale. He did not hesitate to be openly recognized as my friend. He
did not hesitate to come to my meetings or be seen with me on the
platform, although he was the Pastor of the most historic and aristocratic church in Philadelphia at that time. At one time Dr. Haushalter took
occasion to tell me that he discussed me with Norman Vincent Peale,
who said that he agreed with me, but it would be too dangerous for him
to admit it publicly. I refer to such admirers as 'Nicodemus followers.'
Those who are familiar with the Scripture will recall that Nicodemus
believed in Jesus but he was afraid to be seen with Him. Therefore, he
visited him at night. The Jews finally got in their licks against Dr. Haushalter. They went to the Bishop of the Episcopal Church and told the Bishop that he should remove Dr. Haushalter because he was a friend and associate of Gerald L. K. Smith. The Bishop called Dr. Haushalter and asked him to play golf with him, but when they got out on the links and had played about four or five holes, the Bishop told him the purpose of the conference, and after a few introductory statements he said to Dr. Haushalter, "Confidentially, I am as strong for Gerald L. K. Smith as you are."
EPISODE 8
GOVERNOR DAVEY
The late Martin L. Davey, who was at one time the Governor of Ohio,
was among my most enthusiastic admirers back in the late 30's and
early 40's, so much so that his campaign manager invited me to come
down and deliver a speech or two in Ohio in support of Governor Davey.
At that time we were living in New York City. We held a meeting in Akron, Ohio, and we spoke in the largest auditorium in that part of the
country and we turned away as many people as got inside. It was an
historic occasion.
EPISODE 9
SENATOR BROOKS
For years United States Senator 'Curley' Brooks was one of the most
prominent political leaders in the State of Illinois. In 1936 I was speaking all over the Nation, and my influence in Illinois, due to Huey Long
and my association with Father Coughlin and Dr. Townsend, was significant. I had been making a series of addresses in Missouri and Illinois
and drove back to my hotel in St. Louis. When I went up to my room,
there was a man sitting right by the door of my room, and lo, and behold,
at 4 o'clock in the morning, it was United States Senator 'Curley'
Brooks. We exchanged greetings, and, of course, I had to ask him what
he was doing there at that hour of the morning, and he said: "You hold
the balance of power in illinois, and if you would speak a word in my
favor I am sure I can win." That was not a difficult thing for me to do
because I was a great admirer of Mr. Brooks, and although I have no
desire to claim credit based on his estimate he was victoriously reelected.
EPISODE 10
BIG BILL THOMPSON
One of the most notorious politicians who ever lived in Illinois was Big
Bill Thompson, the Mayor of the city of Chicago. It was generally
believed that he had been financed and given much support from the
notorious gangster AI Capone. In those days it was almost an invitation
to death to have uttered any word against AI Capone. The AI Capone
gang really governed Chicago. I had finished an address in Orchestra Hall on Michigan Blvd. and had returned to my hotel, and lo, and behold, who was waiting to see me but Big Bill Thompson, the Mayor. He was full of flattery and generous statements and expressions of admiration for what I was doing. To make a long story short, he wanted me to form an association with him. I was polite, but negative, and, of course, I never joined up with Big Bill Thompson. Although accused of all sorts of crimes, the situation has become so evil today in our great cities that one sometimes wishes that some of these cities which have been so completely destroyed could have a Mayor with the virtues of Bill Thompson but not the vices.
EPISODE 11
BARKSDALE FIELD
One of the most important airfields for the training of military officers
in America is Barksdale Field, located at Shreveport, Louisiana. When
that field was completed and ready for occupancy, we lived in
Shreveport and I was Pastor of the Kingshighway Christian Church and
considered one of the prominent citizens of the community. I was called
on by the authorities in Washington as well as in Louisiana to participate in the dedication of the airport. This lives in my life as a pleasant
memory, something which took place back in the days when conventional organizations were not afraid to give me public recognition and
praise. The day was to come however when I was to be a social outcast, because the Jew-controlled cultural, political, economic, religious and educational machines in this country was so airtight that anyone who dares to criticize the aggressive activities of the organized Jew, nationally and internationally, is immediately mugged as an anti-Semite. Thousands, and sometimes millions of dollars are spent to destroy this man's influence.
They turned their 'meat chopping' machine loose on Rev. Father Charles E. Coughlin, Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh, General Robert Wood, President of Sears, Roebuck & Co., General George Van Horn Moseley and many others. As this book was written, the sentiment had begun to change. The United Nations had turned almost unanimously against Zionist Israel. The nations of the world have joined in this opinion, and even in the United States where our Congress has been accused of being 75% controlled by the Zionist machine, the reaction against Jewish aggression and these opinionated leaders who are determined to evaporate Christian influence on the face of the earth, is developing in proportions beyond anything we could have imagined a few years ago.
EPISODE 12
PRAISED BY AN AUTHORITY
In 1936 I was chosen as one of the principal speakers at two conventions, both of which represented popular movements. One was the convention called by the Rev. Father Charles E. Coughlin in Cleveland,
Ohio, and the other was the convention of the Townsend Movement in
Cleveland, Ohio. The auditorium seated 20,000 people and was filled at
every important session. I addressed both of these conventions and was cheered and praised in such a way that it would sound like a vain boast if
I were to dwell on the subject. Both conventions were covered by the
press of the world because they threatened to determine the outcome of
the 1936 Presidential election. One of the men who covered the conventions was the late Henry L. Mencken of Baltimore, Maryland, considered by the severest critics as the greatest rhetorician and one of the
most important writers of the century. At the risk of sounding boastful I
quote a portion of what he had to say in the Baltimore Sun following
these conventions.
"Why Not Gerald"
In the absence of indigenous virtuosi, I make the obvious suggestion that a
committee be formed to bring some really first-rate rabble-rouser to Baltimore,
and so lift the campaign out of its present dullness, and offer a reasonable
entertainment to the plain people. Going further, I propose a definite candidate,
and name him at once. He is the Rev. Gerald L. K. Smith, D.D., the gustiest and
goriest, the loudest and lustiest, the deadliest and damnedest orator ever heard
on this or any other earth. I choose my words carefully, and may pretend to some knowledge of the science that Gerald so magnificently practices. For thirty-seven years, always for cash in hand, I have been listening to rhetoricians. I am old enough to have heard and reported Col. Bill Kilgour. I sat under Bryan many times, and under Burke Cochran, Chauncey M. Depew, Uncle Joe Cannon. Foraker, Gum-Shoe Bill Stone, La Follette the Elder, and all the other masters of their day. I once put in ten consecutive nights in the steaming spray of the Rev. Billy Sunday. I have heard Huey P. Long, Ramsay MacDonald, Tom Heflin, Cole Blease and both Roosevelts.
Since June 1 of the present calamitous year I have done little save listen to speeches. In one day, at the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia, I heard fifty-four; on another day, at the Coughlin Convention in Cleveland, I listened to Father Coughlin for five hours running and to other orators for six more. Thus, I may qualify, I hope, as a veteran, if not as an expert. As such a veteran, I assure you in all solemnity, with my eyes rolling and my hand on the Hon. Mr. Tydings' telephone book, that Gerald is the greatest of them all-not the greatest by an inch or a foot or a yard or a mile, but the greatest by at least two light-years. He begins where the next best leaves off. He is the master of masters, the champion boob-bumper of all epochs, ancient or modern, the Aristotle and Johann Sebastian Bach of all known car-splitters, dead or alive.
If he were brought to Baltimore he would pack the Fifth Regiment Armory like a can of sardines, and once he got under way the screams and bellows of the customers would be heard at Fort Carroll. It would be the most memorable day in the history of Baltimore since the hanging of Hollohan and Nicholson. Nor would it be only a mad carouse for the rabble: the intelligentsia would also lift up their voices and yell. Twice at Cleveland, I saw the Rev. gentleman torpedo even the press-stand. In that stand were journalists who had not shown any human emotion above the level of cupidity and lubricity for twenty years, yet he had them all howling in ten minutes.
The matter of his discourse is of only secondary importance. He is a rhetorician in general practice, and can adorn and illuminate any theme short of the metaphysical. He is a specialist in all the arts and sciences that entertain and affect multitudes, from patriotism to piety. He stands on the Bible and wraps himself in the flag. He is for the Constitution until the last galoot's ashore. He loathes and abominates all the enemies of the Republic, from boll weevils to Bolsheviks. He is against droughts, revolutions, atheism, Wall Street, Karl Marx, the dope traffic, and political economy, and in favor of justice, charity, xenophobia, lawful wedlock, the care and nurture of children, going to church on Sunday, a strong navy, and the home in all its phases, however humble.
Like any other orator, of course, he is at his best in opposition. To hear him praise is sweet, but to hear him damn is what is really thrilling. When he gets his hooks into a malefactor the whole hide comes off in one piece; there is no fedious and amateurish tugging at small patches. This gift suggests a subject for his Baltimore effort. He has a special animosity, I observe, to Tugwell, Wallace, Morgenthau, Hopkins and the rest of the New Deal wizards. It is when he is flaying them that he is at his incomparable best. Why, then, shouldn't both parties join in sponsoring his meeting? Why not forget the unhappy differences of the campaign for one evening, and pool forces for a joint enterprise into which Republicans and Democrats alike (forgetting the Hon. Mr. Radcliffe for a moment) could put their whole hearts?
Note: Mr. Mencken's textbook on the American Language is considered one of the greatest reference books on that subject to be found in the university and college libraries of America. In this book he mentions my name and gives me credit for the introduction of new words into the language of the American people.
During the Coughlin convention, Father Coughlin was stricken ill and was unable to speak at the baseball stadium, which had been rented for the closing meeting on Sunday afternoon because the auditorium, although it seated over 20,000, was too small. Due to the fact that Father Coughlin was stricken, I was asked to speak in his place.
EPISODE 13
MY FRIEND HENRY FORD
Following the death of Huey Long, I spent between one and two years
in New York City, because I proposed to deal with international intrigue
as dealt out by the international Jew and the international Communists. I felt that New York City was the best place to expose myself to
the kind of opposition that I would have in this nation wide campaign
which I had undertaken. After leaving New York City I settled in Detroit, Michigan, and for some years that was the headquarters of my operations. My offices occupied the entire 21st floor of the Industrial Bank Building. One day I was invited to address the Advertising Club of the City of Detroit. Following the address I received a message from a mutual friend to the effect that Mr. Henry Ford had heard about my address and would like to see me. I was flattered and inspired because I knew that he and the late Huey P. Long were friends. This was the beginning of the development of a friendship, although I worked largely through the man who had been his private secretary for 34 years, Mr. Ernest Liebold. It will be recalled that Mr. Ford was universally hated by the international Jews because he published a terrific book entitled "The International Jew." It was published in serial form in the official magazine of the Ford Motor Co. known as the Dearborn Independent. He also gave much publicity to the sensational document known as "The Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion." Due to pressure from certain members of his family and junior officers in the company, he ceased publishing "The International Jew," but in a visit with him he revealed to me that he hoped to publish it again, and if he didn't publish it, he hoped that I would. At this time I was broadcasting over the largest radio station in Detroit and had a phenomenal radio audience. Two of my chief admirers and regular listeners were Mr. and Mrs. Henry Ford. In fact, we have flattering letters from Mrs. Ford written by hand and signed "Clara."
One day I received a telephone call from Mr. Liebold saying that Mr. Ford would like to have us visit him and see his first automobile before he put it under glass. It was necessary to put it under glass because tourists had begun to try to pick it apart, and it had to be put beyond the reach of careless hands. We went out and spent a substantial part of the day with Mr. and Mrs. Ford. He took time to take us over to the Edison Laboratory which he had moved intact from Orange, New Jersey, including even the trash pile in the backyard, which had been developed by Mr. Edison personally, and then he told us about his first car and how he had put it together in his buggy shed, and then when be had finished it he found the buggy shed door was too small to get it out. He had to take the wall out of the buggy shed in order to get it out so that he could load it on a wagon and take it down to a nearby park for a test. When he got to the park, he said to his wife Clara,who was carrying their baby son Edsel in her arms, "You go down and stand by those picnickers, and when I drive by you listen to what they say." "So," said Mr. Ford, "I drove by and was coming around the second time, but Clara ran out to meet me saying, 'Henry, don't drive around there again. They all think you're crazy.'"
Without boasting or going into detail, I can truthfully say that in this dramatic career of mine, one of my staunchest admirers was the late Henry Ford. He at one time said to a group of his friends: "I wish Gerald L. K. Smith could be President of the United States."
I have been smeared and abused. My character has been assassinated. My life has been threatened, and virtually millions of dollars have been spent to destroy me and curb my influence, but to be appreciated and admired by such men as the late Henry Ford, to me is the equivalent of, or even better than a Congressional Medal.
EPISODE 14
AN EDITOR TURNS PALE
In 1940 I was invited to come to Buffalo, New York, as a guest of the
Buffalo Economic Club. I addressed a full house in a popular auditorium. It was during the big nation-wide debate as to whether or not
we would go into World War II. Charles A. Lindbergh, America's
number one hero, had just announced that he was opposed to the war
because it was being cooked up by the British, the Jews and the New
Dealers. This put him on the black list. He was cursed by Franklin D.
Roosevelt. He was smeared by the Jews. He was virtually made an
outcast. The conflict was bitter. The enemy was determined to do anything to destroy the campaign to keep us out of war, because we who
opposed the war believed that it would have been better to referee a fight
between Hitler and Stalin and weaken both, than to make a Frankenstein monster out of either one. [And Frankie they did DC]The morning after my address the local paper carried a complete, manufactured, libelous attack on me and actually said in the story that I had "jumped on the American flag and spit on it." This was completely, absolutely and ridiculously false.
After reading the libelous story, I took Mrs. Smith and we went directly to the Buffalo Courier, the leading newspaper, and walked into the office of the managing editor. I was in my physical prime. I didn't know what fatigue was, and I was obviously strong and physically fit. I hit the desk of the editor and asked him for a complete retraction and gave him the alternative of retracting or being pitched down the elevator shaft. He chose the former, handed me a piece of paper, and told me that if l would write the apology, he would sign it and print it in the paper. This he did.
Walter Winchell, who was at that time the most notorious character assassin in America, picked up the story and repeated it for the truth; but I could never reach him with legal action because he kept himself immune to subpoenas and lived in a house surrounded by an electrically charged fence. He was undoubtedly one of the most evil blackmailing villains that the United States has ever known. Fate, however, dealt with him, and when he was buried in Arizona only two people came to stand beside his grave. He had crucified so many people with his tyrannical newscasts that when that power was taken away from him, it created a vacuum which even surprised his worst enemies. It left him absolutely and positively friendless.
EPISODE 15
A FRIENDLY KIDNAP
To orient one's self to the time of Huey Long and Franklin D.
Roosevelt and others, one must realize that Roosevelt was a conscienceless tyrant, a sex frustrate and a complete whoremonger. He had no
conscience, no character and no concern for anyone except his own
welfare. Three popular movements had grown up in America resisting
the tyranny of Roosevelt. One was the Huey Long movement, which was
led by Mr. Long and myself. Another was the Townsend movement, led
by the great statesman-prophet, Dr. Francis Townsend who
spearheaded the new concern for the aged. In fact, the following of Dr.
Townsend was one of the most phenomenal mass developments of the
century. Then there was the following of the Rev. Father Charles E.
Coughlin who, although he had a big Catholic following, had more
Protestant followers than he did Catholic followers. It was the hope of
Mr. Long, Dr. Townsend and Father Coughlin that a coalition could be
formed that would split the Roosevelt following and elect a progressive
Republican. Then came the assassination of Huey Long, and this threw
the whole movement off-balance. [The underlined above is difficult for most students of history, but one discipline of great importance to master, in order to gain better understanding from any one time period, in order to try and connect it with current circumstances. FDR is the perfect example of this. If the student does not dig on his own, he or she is left with what the gatekeepers give you as the history.DC]In connection with my wider interests beyond the State of Louisiana and throughout the United States, I was in Washington, D.C. when Dr. Townsend was enduring a Congressional Committee persecution. A little clique of demagogues was trying to limit Dr. Townsend's influence by conducting a public investigation somewhat similar to the so-called Watergate Committee. The trick was to call in Dr. Townsend's enemies to smear Dr. Townsend and assassinate the character of his leaders and give them no opportunity for reply. Dr. Townsend was being crushed, crucified and abused to the point of annihilation. I had never met him, but I went over to his hotel to see him. I said: "Dr. Townsend, I'm a younger man than you are and I have no desire to give you any arbitrary advice, but I do have a suggestion." He responded by saying: "Let me hear it, Mr. Smith." I said: "Hold yourself in contempt of the committee. Issue a statement expressing your contempt for the whole process and walk out." The Doctor responded by saying: "If l had a young man like you to go beside me, I would do it." I responded by saying: "Doctor, you've got the young man and you can count on me."
The next day, the committee, completely unaware of what was about to happen, was expecting to consider their program of persecution. Dr. Townsend, who was a tall, dignified man with a noble bearing arose, read a statement expressing his contempt for the whole process, turned around, and proceeded to walk out. I grabbed him by his arm and walked with him down the steps of the House Office Building and there a taxicab was waiting and we sped him away in a sort of a friendly 'kidnap' process and took him to Baltimore. Believe it or not, we had colluded with the great literary genius, H. L. Mencken, who incidentally had a friendly attitude toward both Dr. Townsend and myself. He hid Dr. Townsend and he was completely out of sight for several days. This created page one news stories all over the world, and with the millions of elderly people who were followers of Dr. Townsend, no demagogue, no politician and no persecuting personality had the nerve to proceed against Dr. Townsend with a contempt citation. This blew up the committee and was a great boon for the Townsend cause. Probably no movement in this century had more to do with convincing the American people that the Senior Citizens had to be considered than the great Townsend movement.
EPISODE 16
A NEW YORK PRESS
CONFERENCE
BECOMES
SOMETHING ELSE
At the apex of my aggressive career, large numbers of the press would
come out to interview me regardless of where I happened to be. I was in
New York City and called a press conference at the Statler Hotel. We
engaged a large suite and the parlor of the suite was full of newspapermen concerned about what I was going to do next. During this period
the war issue was the big issue, and the Jews had hired a stooge and
puppet by the name of Derounian to write a book designed to smear the
personality, character and patriotism of every man who had been a
leader in the campaign to avoid World War II on the grounds that it was
a Jewish political conspiracy. We had been so successful in our campaign that 81% of the American people, according to a nationwide poll,
were opposed to going into the war. It required the trick of Pearl Harbor,
which was a concoction worked up between Roosevelt and Churchill and
General Marshall, to blast the American people into a war that they
didn't want to go into. That is another story, and it is now agreed to by
the most mature observers that the Pearl Harbor episode was a trick
which had been precipitated by Roosevelt and others in order to get the
American people into World War II. The finest research supporting that logic has been done by Dean Clarence Manion, formerly Dean of the Law
Department of Notre Dame University. Be that as it may, this stooge that was hired to write the book "Under Cover" to smear all of us was a man by the name of Derounian, at least that was the name he seemed to be born with, but his fake name was John Roy Carlson. I was about to take up my interview with the press in the Statler Hotel suite when I looked over and there sitting on the window sill was this fellow Derounian (Carlson). I looked across at him and said: "You are not a newspaperman and you are not welcome in this conference." I moved threateningly toward him and he began to run like a rabbit from a dog. I pushed him out of the room and chased him down the hallway and he disappeared. This, of course, ended the press conference, because the event itself was bigger news to them than anything I might have said, and I awoke the next morning with my picture on the front page of the New York newspapers.
EPISODE 17
INVESTIGATED BY CONGRESS
Sidney Hillman was one of the most powerful men in Roosevelt's
government. He had been a part of the first Communist revolution in
Russia. He was an obnoxious, atheistic, Communist Jew. He wormed his
way into the CIO and was one of the most important left wing labor
leaders in the United States. He hated me with a holy hate, and he had
several stooges in Congress who demanded of Congress that I be investigated. So one day I received a message from the special committee
headed by Congressman Clinton Anderson of New Mexico, who later
became a United States Senator. Mr. Anderson was chairman of the
committee. When I reached Washington, D.C., I went with members of
my staff, including Mrs. Smith, to the committee room to find it packed
with people and surrounded with police. I introduced myself to Congressman Anderson, and said: "Why the police?" He answered by saying: "Mr. Smith, we have been told that you are a violent man, and if a
member of the committee said something that you might not like, you
might leap at him from the witness chair." I said: "How did you ever get
that idea into your head?" He said: "We read the newspapers concerning
the way you threw Derounian out of your press conference in New York
City, and we thought we had better take precautions." The committee opened. The general purpose of the committee was to run me through a kangaroo court that would represent me as a dangerous man and a subversive individual because of the things that I had said concerning the Jews and the New Dealers and the threat of the war.
The chairman said in opening: "Mr. Smith do you have anything to say?" I said: "No, I would rather sit here and answer any questions that any member of the committee has to put to me." So they began to bombard me with smear questions which had been furnished to them by the Jewish Anti-Defamation League and other organizations designed to assassinate the character of anyone who doesn't want the country to be run by Jews. Finally I said to the chairman: "Mr. Chairman, I see that one member of the committee has a stack of papers. He is getting his questions from these papers, and I know who furnished him with the papers. The papers were furnished by the Jewish Anti-Defamation League and I know exactly what is in them, and if you will give me a few moments to make a statement, I can answer all those questions without wasting his time to put them to me."
The chairman granted my request and I made quite a lengthy statement. Then one of the members of the committee spoke up and said in a surly manner: "You were a member of the Huey Long gang, weren't you?" I answered by saying: "Mr. Chairman, do we want to discuss that subject? If we do, I'll be only too happy to discuss it, because I believe that one of the chief conspirators behind the assassination of the late Senator Huey P. Long is now sitting in the White House, and his name is Franklin D. Roosevelt, and if you want to go into that subject in this committee I'm ready to go into it." The chairman responded by saying that this subject was beyond the responsibility of this committee. My statement chilled the committee and everyone who was in the room. When noon came, we were given a recess for lunch. When we returned the chairman of the committee said: "Mr. Smith, aren't you going to made a statement in defense of yourself?" I said: "I don't need to make a statement in defense of myself. All I need to do is answer the questions you put to me." "Well," he said, "if you don't, I won't dare go home for supper." And I said: "Why?" He said: "Because you took over my wife this morning and she's on your side."
EPISODE 18
SENSATIONAL DOCUMENT
UNCOVERED
Years ago I learned that there was a secret classified document in the
Archives of the Government of the United States in Washington, which
identified the people who organized and set up the Soviet Union. In fact,
there were three documents. One was a report from the Military Intelligence Department of the U. S. Army. The other was a report from Scotland Yard. And the third was a White Paper prepared by the Government of Holland.
Jewish influence had kept these documents in the Archives as Classified, meaning that anyone who dared to republish them, or copy them and print an accurate report of what they contained could be imprisoned.
The professional Jews who make a business of misinforming the public through their control of the press, television and radio, didn't want the American people to know what was in these documents.
I made the friendship of a very determined and meticulous gentleman who lived much of the time in Washington, D.C. He had influence and money, and he accepted the responsibility of trying to persuade someone in authority to declassify these documents. He worked on it for almost years, and finally they were officially declassified.
These documents are available in photostatic form and constitute some of the most shocking information ever to appear in print, and it is easy to understand why the organized Jews did not want these documents to be published.
The White Paper putout by the Dutch Government is a bit wordy, and I shall not quote it here, but I quote briefly from the other two. In the first paragraph of the report by Scotland Yard, we read the following sentence: "There is now definite evidence that Bolshevism is an international movement controlled by Jews."
In the second page of the report from Military Intelligence, we read the following: These hopes were frustrated by the gradual gains in power of the more irresponsible and socialistic elements of the population guided by the Jews and other anti-Russian races.
A table made in April, 1918, by Robert Wilton, the correspondent of the London Times in Russia, shows that at that time there were 384 commissars' including 2 Negroes, 13 Russians, 15 Chinamen, 22 Armenians and more than 300 Jews. Of the latter number 264 had come to Russia from the United States since the downfall of the Imperial Government!
So the reader can understand why I have been fought so bitterly and why I am hated so by the professional, international, organized Jewish machine. Military Intelligence cannot be defined as a bigoted, hate mongering organization, and when Military Intelligence tells the world that the Soviet Government was virtually set up by nearly 300 Jews from America, it has to be taken seriously, but the fact is catastrophic.
Note: In later years the Jews in Russia 'fouled their own brood,' and because of their attempt to abuse the people with their authority, a terrific reaction has developed in the Soviet Union against the Jews even among the higher officials.
EPISODE 19
FIRST UNITED NATIONS
CONFERENCE DUMBARTON OAKS
ALGER HISS IN COMMAND
The original idea of the United Nations was the formation of a World
Government. The formula for this plan was worked out in a number of
secret conferences all over the world and was consummated in the
Washington, D.C. mansion known as the Dumbarton Oaks estate. I journeyed with members of my staff to Washington, D.C., and protested this secret conference on the grounds that our sovereignty was being imperiled by secret agreements secretly arrived at.
The dominant personalities in these conferences were mostly extreme liberals and pro-Communist intellectuals. The most outstanding individual in this enterprise was Alger Hiss, later convicted and sent to the Federal Penitentiary for perjuring himself, being investigated by a young Congressman by the name of Richard Nixon, for his association and collaboration with agents of the Soviet Union.
Believe it or not, this man Hiss was one of President Roosevelt's chief advisors. When the first session of the United Nations was held in San Francisco in 1945, Alger Hiss was the Secretary-General.
EPISODE 20
TO CROSS THE LINE MEANT DEATH
Alger Hiss and other traitors cooked up the United Nations idea in a
secret meeting in Washington, D.C., at an old, historic estate known as
Dumbarton Oaks. The meetings were announced as being secret, and it was generally known that the top brain truster in the State Department was Alger Hiss, later exposed by the House Committee on Un-American Activities as a Moscow agent.
We journeyed to Washington to inaugurate a protest against this secret gathering, designed to give away American sovereignty, organize a world government and give the Soviet Union too much influence over the destiny of America and other nations in the world.
Of course, I was ridiculed by the mind washers, smeared by the press, laughed at by the smart-alecks. But I went out with Mrs. Smith to Dumbarton Oaks, and proceeded to walk into the place as though I were a qualified delegate. I was finally stopped by two soldiers who crossed their guns in front of me and served notice on me that if I went any further I could be shot.
In fact, I said to one of the soldiers: "Suppose I ignored your orders and started walking into this secret meeting where they are plotting against America, anyway?" The soldier answered by saying, "Mr. Smith, I would have to shoot you."
Can you imagine the screams that would go up from the revolutionary and radical elements in America today if they were hindered in their operations by such an order? It would be on Page One of the newspapers, and a campaign would be started to court-martial the soldiers.
EPISODE 21
ON TO SAN FRANCISCO
FOR
FIRST U.N. SESSIONS
My company of supporters, including my secretary Renata Legant and
Mrs. Smith, and others, arrived in San Francisco to oppose the formation of the United Nations at its first session, I could not have been
covered more completely by Intelligence Agencies if l had been coming
to organize a campaign to blow up the town. I was not allowed to register legitimately in any hotel, because the Secretary-General of the whole United Nations Conference was Alger Hiss, later exposed as our number one traitor and a chief advisor to Franklin D. Roosevelt at Yalta; so when I arrived in San Francisco, I had no place to go. The hotels were all closed to me because I had to have a signed permit from Mr. Hiss in order to be received in an hotel. Of course, the town was full of Communists and radicals.
The Communist Party officials had no difficulty getting reservations, and, of course, people from the Soviet Union had no trouble filling up our hotels, but not Gerald L. K. Smith and his staff.
For years I have been so covered up with work that it was necessary for me to dictate to my secretary while riding in the car, and then get out correspondence as soon as we carne to a stopping place.
When we came into San Francisco, I didn't know what to do. I finally decided that I would go to the mezzanine floor of the St. Francis Hotel and use one of those desks and I put a typewriter on it for my secretary to get out my mail and take care of certain clerical details.
This I did while a member of my staff visited another hotel and agreed to give the clerk as much money under the table as the hotel charged above the table if they would provide rooms for me and my staff. The deal was made. I paid the blackmail, and we had a place to stay during the U. N. Conference.
I was served notice by the authorities that I could not come closer than two blocks to the great auditorium where the United Nations sessions were being organized. I was given to understand by knowledgeable men that if I attempted to cross a certain line I could be shot.
The average citizen can scarcely realize the ruthless determination at that time on the part of the world manipulators and the hidden handed machine to form a world government that would paralyze the sovereignty of the United States and make us just another state in a world government, subject to the vote of people whose ideas of government were in contradiction to ours.
The fact of the case is that I led practically the only committee that appeared in San Francisco in opposition to this attempt to destroy our national sovereignty. I permitted no grass to grow under my feet. One of the first individuals on whom I called was U.S. Senator Arthur Vandenberg from Michigan, who was the leader of the minority in the United States Senate, and although the Roosevelt-Truman Democrats were in the majority, it required two-thirds of the Senate to approve a treaty, and it required the approval of the treaty for the United States to join the United Nations.
Being a personal friend of Henry Ford, who was very powerful at that time in the State of Michigan, I was able to speak with considerable authority when I called on Mr. Vandenberg. I happened to know that Mr. Vandenberg was working under great pressure and was very vulnerable in some of the facts concerning his personal life.
These facts involved pictures and documented evidence which had been assembled by his political enemies so that he could be manipulated by Roosevelt and his gang of manipulators. [blackmailers aka Epstein way]
When I called on Mr. Vandenberg I reminded him that we in Michigan were aware of the fact that he was coming up for re-election that fall and that although we were not optimistic in being able to prevent the formation of the United Nations, we did insist that it be qualified in its formation in such a way as to protect the sovereignty of the United States.
I reminded Mr. Vandenberg that he was the keystone in the arch and that his veto could stop anything, because he represented the minority necessary to get a two thirds vote in the Senate; so I reminded him that we wanted a section in the Charter that would make it impossible for the United Nations ever to pass a resolution or a law or a regulation that could be imposed upon the American people without the consent of the Congress of the United States.
I made it clear to Mr. Vandenberg that the people who were in the confidence of Mr. Henry Ford Sr. and myself and others would ask for his defeat if he did not give us such a resolution.
He promised faithfully that he would do it. The man who was in charge of that phase of the organization was U.S. Senator Tom Connally from Texas.
The Michigan Senator said to me: "Mr. Smith, I believe that I can get Senator Connally to prepare the resolution." He did, and I can truthfully say that this is the resolution that defeated the world government idea, although the pro rooters of world government have never given up.
As it now stands, the United Nations cannot impose any rule or regulation upon the American people without the consent of the Congress of the United States, the elected representatives of the American people. If I had dropped dead after the passing of that resolution, I would have considered this one function in my life worth my whole life.
At the risk even of being accused of boasting, I will say that without the general public realizing it at the time, this strategic effort on the part of two or three of us saved the independence of the United States of America from the threat of a world government. This doesn't mean that the battle is over, and we must take nothing for granted.
You must remember that the aggressiveness of this campaign for world government came from the international Zionists, who wanted to make the United Nations their tool so that they could graduate it into an imperial world government controlled by Jews with headquarters in Jerusalem.
Since that time they have completely lost the United Nations, and the world is voting against them on everything because of their barbaric invasion of land that was not theirs and their slaughter of the innocent and their enslavement of the Arabs, both Muslims and Christians.
Only recently their acts were condemned unanimously by the United Nations as well as the Security Council. (See elsewhere where I discuss a dramatic press conference having to do with this matter.)
I hadn't been in San Francisco long until I realized that I was being covered by a wide variety of intelligence agencies including the San Francisco Police Department, the Russian Secret Police, the FBI, Military Intelligence, Navy Intelligence and the investigating organizations of Jewry, such as the Anti-Defamation League and the American Jewish Congress. [All for one man, and afraid of the man's words DC]
Years later I visited San Francisco and while Mrs. Smith and I were eating in the grill of the St. Francis Hotel a man walked up to me and said: "Are you Gerald L. K. Smith?"
I said:
"Yes, I am."
He said:
"I am a member of the San Francisco Police force and I was here during the first United Nations Conference, and you would be amazed at how many people were tapping your wires and bugging your suite of rooms and following you wherever you went."
He said:
"One time when you left the St. Francis Hotel to go up to the Mark Hopkins, you were followed, to my knowledge, by at least seven investigative outfits."
This serves to remind the reader of the terrific effort which was made to handicap anyone who was opposed to this conspiracy to organize a world government which was under the domination of the most ruthless powers on' the face of the earth, the Zionist Jews and Communists.
EPISODE 22
GUNS ON THE ROOF
The first sessions of the United Nations were held in the Opera House
of San Francisco. Any Communist or left winger or Jew Zionist could
come and go, but I was among those who were forbidden to come even
near the Opera House. The place was completely guarded and men with
rifles walked forth and back on the roof of the Opera House. Sequel: During our visit to San Francisco in an attempt to prevent the United Nations, when the news media was mobilized completely against me, it became popular for people to boast of their venomous attitude toward me. An interview with a Jewish tailor appeared in the local paper, believe it or not, in which the tailor boasted of the fact that I sent him a suit to be cleaned and pressed, and because of his contempt for me, he burned a hole in it purposely.
EPISODE 23
KICKED OUT BY HISS
As suggested elsewhere, Alger Hiss, later exposed as one of the top
traitors and sentenced to Federal prison, was the Secretary-General of
the first United Nations Conference which met in San Francisco in 1945
and held its sessions in the Opera House. Mr. Hiss lived in the Penthouse on top of the Mark Hopkins Hotel,one of the most sophisticated and atmospheric hotels in the United States. Tourists visit it from all over the world merely to go to the top floor which overlooks the bay and the city and the mountains.
I had organized the only effective opposition to the United Nations, and I was under constant observation. I was the victim of constant smear, persecution, abuse and ridicule, but even so, I made head way, and as indicated elsewhere I was one of two or three who effected an accomplishment that changed the whole course of the event.
I rented the ballroom in the Mark Hopkins Hotel under another name, so that the management could not anticipate that it was me, and then sent an invitation to the press that I was holding a press conference in the Ballroom at a certain time in the evening.
There were nearly 2,000 newspapermen in town and to invite the press was to invite a large number of people, and although I had been the object of their abuse and ridicule, they were all interested in what I was doing and what I was going to say.
The time of the press conference approached and I took a taxicab from the hotel where I was staying, the Maurice, which incidentally was the same hotel which was occupied by Harry Bridges, the notorious left wing labor leader and the same hotel where I had to register under a black market formula, because Alger Hiss refused to allow me to be qualified for registering in any of the leading hotels in the city.
I paid the clerk, as suggested elsewhere, as much as I paid the hotel in order to cover my "illegal" registration. Imagine a situation where an old time Christian American, who comes from generations of good citizens, can be denied the right to visit an American city because of the authority of a traitor and because of the influence of the international Jewish and Communist complex.
When we reached the Mark Hopkins Hotel, we went around to take a look at the ballroom for which we had already paid in cash and observed a bit amusingly that the management had brought in numerous pieces of big overstuffed furniture and had stacked chairs and settees on top of each other so that no one could enter the ballroom, which indicated that they were ready to shut me out.
I invited my staff to go with me to the dining room and have supper, because it was still some time before the press conference. Shortly after we had given our order to the waiter, our attention was directed toward the entrance.
Here came a tall, white-haired, handsome man followed by a number of plainclothes policemen bearing guns. He approached our table and said:
"Are you Gerald L. K. Smith?"
I said:
"I certainly am."
He said:
"I came in to notify you that you cannot hold your press conference in my hotel tonight." (It so happened that his name was Smith.)
I said:
"Well, Mr. Smith, under the law this table is mine. I have placed an order. The food that is coming is mine, and I have the right to ask you not to interfere with me while I am eating my dinner. And as to what I am going to do, that is your worry."
We went ahead and ate our dinner, and when we had finished we walked out into the lobby, and because of the fact that the ballroom was closed, the lobby was literally packed with newspapermen and curious observers. There were at least hundreds of people and there might have been thousands, but whatever the case was, there was a sea of faces.
I jumped up on a table and started to talk. I told the people that I represented the real American population who didn't want our country turned over to a world government to be run by international elements opposed to our way of life. I continued to speak. In a few moments two policemen came up. Each one took me by the arm and said:
"Mr. Smith, we're under orders to lead you out of this hotel."
One of the policeman, an Irishman speaking out of the comer of his mouth said: "Mr. Smith, I'm for you 100%, but I'm under orders."
It was a nice day and I walked out into the street and walked over to another big hotel, immediately across the street, known as the Fairmount. The crowd followed me, and by the time I got over there, that hotel lobby was just as full as the Mark Hopkins had been.
It had a long, regal stairway, so I ran up the stairway, used it as a platform, and began to speak again. Again I was approached by the police and given orders to leave. They led me out the front door. With Mrs. Smith and members of my staff, we boarded a taxicab and returned to our hotel.
I had demonstrated that my freedom had been destroyed by alien invaders, by Jewish conspirators, by Communist revolutionists and by political demagogues acting under the orders of a traitor, who occupied the Penthouse on top of the Mark Hopkins.
An interesting sequel: Years passed and Mrs. Smith and I returned to San Francisco. I had a special mission. In fact, I was making an address at the Marines Memorial Auditorium.
We were staying at the Sir Francis Drake Hotel. The first morning I said to Mrs. Smith: "Instead of eating breakfast here, let's go up and have breakfast at the Mark Hopkins where we were thrown out."
This we did, and after breakfast we were standing in the lobby. I looked across the lobby and here came the same man who had walked into the dining room and ordered me to leave the hotel when I was attempting to hold a press conference during the United Nations Conference.
It was the tall, handsome Mr. Smith, the owner. I turned to Mrs. Smith and said: "There he comes again." As he approached me, he said:
"Are you Gerald L. K. Smith?"
I said:
"Yes."
He said:
"Well, I want to shake your hand. I want to apologize. I can't believe that there was a time when I threw you, a good patriot, out of my hotel and entertained a traitor in my penthouse on the top of the hotel."
We had a pleasant exchange of comment. He assured us that we were completely welcome, and then said: "I have a favor to ask of you. The Governor of an important State is upstairs in one of the rooms, and he and I were discussing you this morning, not dreaming that you would be in the hotel, and he said: 'I certainly would like to meet that man.' Would you do me the favor of going up and shaking hands with this distinguished gentleman?"
I responded by saying: "Yes, I will be glad to do it."
After we came downstairs and walked out into the street to take a taxicab I said to Mrs. Smith: "Well, chickens do come home to roost."
I have been engaged in some terrific controversies. Attempts have been made to lynch me, imprison me and kill me. Although I have been locked up and sentenced on certain occasions, I have always won my victory in the higher courts, but the best victory that I have won during these years has been with my conscience in the knowledge that I have never evaded or avoided truth regardless of the hazard or the danger.
EPISODE 24
PRESS CONFERENCE IN THE STREET
Elsewhere I have told you about attempting to hold a press conference
in the Mark Hopkins Hotel in San Francisco. The next day I wrote a
letter to the press saying that if any one of them wanted to ask me a
question, because of the cancellation of the press conference at the Mark
Hopkins, I would be eating lunch at one o'clock on a certain day in the
Palace Hotel, another exquisite, extravagant and magnificent hotel in
San Francisco. There was mischief in my method, because I sent the letter to nearly 2,000 newspapermen. Thus, when one o'clock came on the stated day the dining room was paralyzed, nobody could be served. It was full of newspapermen anxious to know what I was going to say. The police came in and led me out a side door, and in front of the side door was a very nice street with very little traffic, and I figured that would be a good place to complete my press conference.
So the press stood out in the street, and I stood on the steps, ahd gave my reasons for being in San Francisco. I told them, of course, that I was opposed to the United Nations because I believed that it was being formed by Communists and Jews, enemies of America, and I believed that the man who was living in the penthouse of the Mark Hopkins as the Secretary-General was a traitor, even though he had been one of the chief advisors of Franklin D. Roosevelt.
In fact, I was the first person to publicize this accusation concerning Alger Hiss. Later he was officially exposed by an investigation carried on by a young Congressman by the name of Richard Nixon, as referred to elsewhere in this account. His exposure of Alger Hiss had much to do with conditioning him to win the election to the United States Senate later.
The question came up at the press conference: "What are your purposes here?"
I said that I had two purposes: One which I doubt that I can carry out, and one which I believe that I can carry out. The first purpose, of course, was to prevent the formation of the United Nations in such a way that the Senate of the United States will not approve the Charter. I confessed that I did not have much hope of victory along this line, but I did insist that I believed we could persuade those in positions of strategic power that they must not approve anything that would permit the United Nations, as such, to impose its will upon the American people without the consent of the Congress of the United States.
I told the press conference that if we did not win this victory, we would lose our sovereignty and we would be governed by a world government.
The press guffawed, ridiculed and snarled at what I had to say, and one spoke up and said: "Who do you think you can get to accomplish that purpose?"
And then I gave him the punch line. I said: "I have been promised the cooperation from the most important man in this Conference, the man who has the veto power over the Charter, the leader of the minority, U. S. Senator Arthur Vandenberg."
This ended the press conference, because these newspapermen, hypnotized by their own brainwashed attitudes, couldn't believe that I was telling the truth.
They rushed into taxicabs and hurried to the Fairmont Hotel where Senator Vandenberg was staying and reported what I had said. The shock of their lives came when Mr. Vandenberg announced that he proposed to work with Senator Connally in producing a resolution that would make it impossible for the United Nations to pass any kind of law which could be imposed upon the American people without the consent of their elected representatives in the Congress of the United States.
This was a big let-down for the world government gang who didn't realize that this influence had come from the man they hated and despised and had held up as a demagogue, a rabble rouser and a bigot. Those are the kind of names you are called when you resist the antichrist, the mongrelizers and the Marxists.
If anyone planning a future in public life would like to know the formula for being fought every minute of your life, I challenge you to resist the antichrist, the Communist complex and the Zionist Jew conspiracy for world power.
One of those is enough to get you in trouble. Three of them are enough to get you killed or imprisoned, but for the grace of God.
Sequel: Why did I have such influence with Arthur Vandenberg? The last time that he had come up for re-election in Michigan, I received a call from his campaign manager in the very heart of the campaign.
He revealed that a personality who was in the confidence of Henry Ford had absconded with his campaign funds, had fled to Florida and was out on a yacht in a drunken charade. The campaign manager was desperate. He said: "Mr. Smith, here we are up against this campaign and out of money. Can you do anything for me?"
I was one of the few men who had lived in Detroit in a position of influence and activity who enjoyed the confidence of both Fords and the Dodges. I said that I would go to see Horace Dodge and his mother, Mrs. Dillman.
At that time, Mrs. Dillman was considered one of the two richest women in the world. Her palatial home in Grosse Pointe, a suburb of Detroit, was so mammoth that in the servants' quarters there were 22 rooms with baths. Mrs. Dillman was in New York City. I was a friend of a very close friend of the family. I appealed to him.
We journeyed to New York City together. We called on Mrs. Dillman. She gave the O.K. We returned to Detroit, and the money necessary to finish out the Vandenberg campaign was turned over to the desperate campaign manager.
In the meantime, he had dug up some other money, but this was the money that saved the day, and no one knew it better than Arthur Vandenberg. Mr. Vandenberg also knew that I knew that he had been blackmailed, because of some of his infidelities involving the wife of a foreign diplomat.
This information was being used by the Roosevelt gang to control his decisions, but he knew he was coming up for election in the fall, he knew I was on the radio, he knew his obligation to me and he knew his obligation to Mr. Ford as well as the Dodges, and he was in a mood to please us although the world didn't know why.
I am not saying that the Connally Resolution would not have come into being if it hadn't been for these circumstances, but he knew that my influence with him was much greater than the mind washed press realized. I never betrayed that confidence.
The resolution was worked out by Mr. Vandenberg and Mr. Connally, and later became known as the Connally Resolution, and as suggested elsewhere, it decreed that no law could be passed by the United Nations to apply to the American people without the consent of the Congress, our elected representatives.
EPISODE 25
HUMPHREY ALMOST
GETS ME KILLED
A meeting had been arranged for me to address at one of the important
hotel ballrooms in Minneapolis. At that time Hubert Humphrey was the
Mayor of the City. He had been elected Mayor of the City largely because
he had led opposition to me at an earlier time. This so pleased the Jews that they got behind him and furnished him all the money that he needed and elected him the Mayor of the City. Mrs. Smith and I were registered in the hotel immediately across the street from the hotel where I was to speak. About 7:30 in the evening I received a telephone call from my secretary, Miss Legant, saying that a mob was coming down the street and numbered about 1,000 people and was led by vicious revolutionists, grubby looking bums, blacks, Jews, what have you, screaming and yelling like a lynch mob.
They entered the hotel, began to damage the lobby, broke down the doors into the ballroom and began to accost, abuse and throw things at my friends who had gathered and were waiting for me to come in to speak. I have newspaper pictures of elderly people crawling out of windows while being threatened with uplifted chairs in the hands of revolutionary blacks. A big, tall, white rioter grabbed the microphone, took over the hall and began to speak while the mob began to fill up the seats.
One would have expected the police to restore order, but instead of that, the Minneapolis Chief of Police appointed by Hubert Humphrey, came to the microphone and said: "If you people will retire from this hotel and come down to the Mayor's reception office, you can finish your meeting there."
They knew who their friend was and they knew that they had the cooperation of Hubert Humphrey, so they obeyed the suggestion of the Chief of Police and went down to the Mayor's office. It will be recalled that the demagogue, Hubert Humphrey, always posed as a great lover of freedom and civil rights, but he didn't want free speech for Gerald L. K. Smith.
I had known from the beginning who owned him and possessed him. Later I was appearing before the Platform Committee of the Democratic Party. The chairman of this particular committee was a great patriot by the name of U. S. Senator Pat McCarran from Nevada.
As I boarded the elevator to go up to the committee hearings in the Stevens Hotel, I was joined by Hubert Humphrey. I turned to a friend of mine who was standing with me on the elevator and I said: "You have met Mr. Humphrey, haven't you. He is the great 'lover' of free speech."
This embarrassed Mr. Humphrey and he blushed up to his hair, because he knew that he had used his revolutionary followers to break up my meeting in Minneapolis when he was the Mayor.
At another place in this book is a summary of an experience that I had earlier with this mouthy demagogue. It should be noted that after the mob had left the hotel, they assigned certain people to come over to my hotel and hunt for Mrs. Smith and me with clubs and blunt instruments, hoping that they could do me bodily injury.
The police department was so under the control of Humphrey that even the police made no attempt to protect us in the hotel where we were registered. It was merely our good luck that they did not find us, and we were not hiding under a bed nor conducting ourselves as cowards. We merely turned off the lights in our room and locked the door, and it was a little too much to find out exactly where we were, because we were not in the room in which we were registered.
We were in the room for which our secretary had registered. The next morning we departed for Omaha. I was not planning to speak in Omaha and did not speak in Omaha, but the Jews and the Communists heard that I was coming and knew that I was planning to stay all night at Omaha's leading hotel.
They picketed the hotel and cried out against the management for even permitting us to sleep in this place. This gives the reader some idea of some of the psychology of intolerance which had been developed against anyone in America who resisted the tyranny of the organized Jew and the organized Communists, and in those days they were working hand in glove with each other.
EPISODE 26
THE LOADED GUN
In the days before the late Senator Huey P. Long was assassinated at
my side, I was scheduled to speak in the communities around Lake
Charles, Louisiana, in support of a candidate for the State Supreme
Court whose name was John Fournet. At one time Mr. Fournet was the
Lieutenant Governor of Louisiana. I spoke in all the little towns and
crossroads and storefronts and when the campaign was over, the result
was the election of Mr. Fournet to the high court of Louisiana. Senator Long, who was the political leader at that time, gave me credit for Mr. Fournet's victory because his opposition was being supported by the Roosevelt machine and the entrenched political gangsters of the State of Louisiana who also were supported by the 'feudal lords' and the great international trading interests that had been hindered in their exploitation of the State of Louisiana by the courageous Mr. Long.
At the end of a hard day, I returned to the Charleston Hotel to stay all night. After I had bathed and put on some fresh clothing, I came down and had my supper at a lunch counter. I then walked out on the street to breathe some fresh air, filled with the aroma of magnolias and semitropical vegetation.
As I stood on the corner, a man about 45 years of age walked up to me and in a surly manner said: "Are you that 'so-and-so' Gerald Smith associated with Huey Long?"
I answered by saying: "I was this morning - and I still am."
"Well," said the man, "I'm going to shorten your career," and he pulled from his pocket a black automatic pistol and stuck it right in the center of my stomach.
I will never be able to explain the speed of my reflexes as I grabbed the gun and turned it on my attacker. By this time, even though it was about nine o'clock in the evening, a crowd began to gather and as I held the gun on the man, I explained to the people what had happened, and I had witnesses to prove it.
Then I said to the crowd: "Does anybody know who this man is?" They said: "Yes, he is the Assistant United States District Attorney." [Say What???DC]
Later investigation revealed that he was a wheelhorse in the Roosevelt machine which later was instrumental in the assassination of the late Huey P. Long.
After the man was identified, I removed the bullets from the gun and a younger man came out of the crowd saying: "This is my father."
I handed the gun to the young man, keeping the bullets, and said: "Take your father home." As he left, I said to the man: "I'm going to be around here for several days, speaking in and out of this city, and when you see me coming down the street, you cross over and go the other direction."
This experience gave me a reputation that I didn't deserve; namely, that I wasn't afraid of anything, and I must confess that as I continued to speak in the area I was given a wide berth and shown great respect by people who had concluded that nothing could intimidate me. After the campaign was over, I loaded Judge Fournet into a car and we drove back to New Orleans and I said to Senator Long: "Here is our new Supreme Court Justice."
EPISODE 27
LYNCHED 'ALMOST' IN GEORGIA
I had agreed to make a hundred speeches in Georgia. This was in the
days when Franklin Roosevelt was President. In those days it was
considered political treason for anyone to criticize a Democratic President in a Southern state. Roosevelt had come in and was surrounded by
Moscovites, Socialists and downright Communists, and they were all
encouraged by his pro-Communist wife Eleanor. It will be recalled that during the days of Congressman Martin Dies, who was Chairman of the House Committee on Un-American Activities, Mrs. Roosevelt entertained Communists in the White House and then following a White House breakfast, journeyed over to Capitol Hill to sit in on the Dies Committee hearings and ridicule and scoff at this great patriot as he exposed the treason machine being developed inside our borders.
Most of the Democrats in the South in those days were naive and innocent. They thought a Democrat was a Democrat and they didn't realize what was being cooked up for them by the mongrelizers and the Moscovites who constituted the Roosevelt brain trust, later to be headed in international affairs by the number one exposed traitor Alger Hiss.
I was young and strong and didn't know what fatigue was. I spoke from six to ten times a day at pre-arranged meetings from a platform of a specially constructed sound truck. My good friend Senator Long was then alive and active. He was receiving more mail than the entire United States Senate, and he was receiving more mail than the President of the United States.
I went into a county seat town called Swainsboro. We set up the sound truck and turned on the lights in preparation for my address. A substantial number of people had assembled, because I had announced that I was going to expose the graft inside the Agriculture Department which was paying millions and millions of dollars to traitors and bureaucratic racketeers for not raising cotton on land that had never grown cotton. It seemed that my threat to expose this graft created a lethal alarm.
I hadn't any more than started my address when across the square came a yelling, screaming, howling, murderous lynch mob crying out all the profanities and yelling, "Hang him, kill the so-and-so, run him out of town, lynch him." When the mob reached us they jerked our cable from its lighting plug. They released the brake on our sound truck, which was a heavy machine (sound equipment was not as simple then as it is now), and rolled it down the hill. It was a miracle that it was not tipped over and wrecked. The hired workmen who had been operating the sound equipment all fled. There I stood alone under the canopy of the store. Because they pulled out the lighting cable, it was dark and they could not see me and they began to yell and scream, "Where is he? Where is he? Lynch the so-and-so."
I leaped in front of the court house and mounted a high cement landing. I could be seen under the court house light and at the top of my voice I yelled: "Come and get me. Who will be the first to lay hands on me? But remember, he who lays hands on me lays hands on a man dedicated to the will of God."
Somehow this sentence quieted the mob. The screaming ended and they evaporated. They had already thrown the cable over a limb, threatening to hang me. A few nights later I was awakened where I was sleeping in the Ansley Hotel in Atlanta, Georgia.
I answered the telephone and the voice said: "Are you Gerald Smith?"
I said: "Yes."
He gave his name, but I will not use the name here. He said: "I am , a member of the State Legislature. I led the mob against you, but I will.never have a good night's sleep again unless I have your forgiveness.
I helped organize the mob, but when I came where I could see you, I realized that I was attacking a good man. Please forgive me."
I said: "Of course, I will forgive you."
EPISODE 28
MOBBED AT OLD
SOUTH CHURCH
When I went to Boston some years ago, I concluded that the best place
to speak would be in Old South Church, which had become a public
building and an historic marker because it was there that Samuel
Adams helped to organize the Boston Tea Party. The civic leaders of Boston had always boasted that free speech would never be denied anyone who wanted to rent the Old South Church.
In those days the Jews and the Communists and the bureaucrats were determined that I should be liquidated by prison or death or ridicule or by being denied the use of radio or public meeting halls.
My friends had arranged for me to speak in Old South Church on a Sunday afternoon. We had arranged for devotions to be followed by my address. The meeting was advertised to begin at 3 o'clock, but when we got to the church it was packed full of Jews and Communists. They threatened my life and it took a big squad of police to keep them from killing me and mobbing me, but I was protected long enough to come into the pulpit.
I found that Jews and Communists had come an hour and a half early and had packed the church, and every seat in the church was filled with an enemy, and all my friends who had come to attend the meeting were shut out for lack of a place to sit. The moment I opened my mouth they started to scream and boo. The minister rose to read the Scripture, and they screamed and booed. The minister asked them to stand for prayer, and they screamed and booed and ridiculed.
Finally we got the word around that I would address my friends in a meeting room in one of the historic hotels, (The Parker House), but, of course, we had no way of telling them because our sound equipment could not reach out into the yard, but it was passed around by word of mouth and a limited number of my friends were able to come and hear me.
EPISODE 29
DEAD MAN'S CORNER
In the early days when I started going to California, we leased a house
near Sunset Boulevard on the mountain slope. In those days, mobs and
campaigns were being organized against me almost daily and my
enemies were desperate. They were determined beyond imagination
that I should not be allowed to get a foothold on the West Coast. One day I was sitting in this house, located on Fareholm Drive, and a knock came on the door. Mrs. Smith and my secretary, Renata Legant, were in the house with me. When the door was opened, a man that we had never seen stood there. It turned out that he was the head of the Subversive Squad of the Police Department of Los Angeles. He had observed the riots and the mobs that had been mobilized against me in my Los Angeles meetings. For instance, in one meeting I was picketed by 22,000 people. It is a wonder I wasn't killed on that occasion.
I invited him in. I will not use his name. By now he may have retired. He said: "Mr. Smith, how long are you going to be in this house?" I said: 'We are going back East in about two weeks." He said: "You should never have moved into it. You will observe as you go down the mountain slope toward Sunset Boulevard, there is a little indent in the road. Representatives of the Mickey Cohen gang have been instructed to hide in the bushes and machine gun you as you go by. We will guard you until you leave the city. But, please, never live in a house again when you come back to Los Angeles. Live only in an apartment or a hotel where you are surrounded by other people."
EPISODE 30
POTENTIAL MURDER
During my early days in California we applied for the use of a high
school auditorium for our meeting. The Communists and the Jews had
caused to be passed legislation that would give anyone the right to hold a
meeting in a school building, a plan to open the schools to Communist
rallies. When it was announced that Gerald L. K. Smith was going to speak in a high school building (Polytechnic High) all hell broke loose.!
The Jews, the Communists, the New Dealers, the stupid leaders who had been mind washed by my enemies, moved in on the Board of Education.
A hearing was held at the headquarters of the Board. The late Eddie Cantor, the much publicized and multi-millionaire comedian, led the campaign to deny me the right of free speech in a school house. He brought with him a procession of excited, vicious, lying, character assassinating enemies.
These witnesses all testified, and by the time they got through testifying even Mrs. Smith couldn't figure out who they were talking about, although they said it was Gerald L. K. Smith.
The matter was taken under short advisement and the Board voted by a handsome majority that I could not be denied the privilege that had been granted to all citizens by the State of California.
This created a violent reaction. As Mrs. Smith and I went out, we boarded the elevator and as we stood on the elevator, a Jew woman with a satanic expression on her face walked up to me and put her face within twelve inches of mine and said: "If I had a dagger right this minute, I would cut out your guts."
EPISODE 31
SCHOOLHOUSE BECOMES
COURT HOUSE
When I first went to Los Angeles to set up a permanent program of
activity, I spoke in the auditorium of one of the large downtown schoolhouses. The Jews and their ilk tried their best to force the school
board to cancel the lease on the building, and we had to go to the
Supreme Court of the State of California to get a decision that we had a
right to meet in the building. The court was on the spot because they had already ruled that the Communist Party had the right to rent a schoolhouse. It would have been quite a blight on their reputation if they had to admit that they gave the local schoolhouses to the Communists, but wouldn't open the schoolhouses to Gerald L. K. Smith.
The announced meeting created such a sensation that thousands of dollars were raised and thousands of people were mobilized in an attempt to prevent the meeting, or break up the meeting, and to run me out of town after the meeting. They failed in all their efforts, although it took some 700 policemen to protect me, and in this first meeting the picketers injured several people, including one of the most prominent clergymen in the town, Rev. Bob Shuler, Pastor of Trinity Methodist Church in Los Angeles.
It angered the important preacher, and he went to the Mayor, who was his friend, and insisted that he apologize for what he had permitted to happen. The Mayor, who was then Mayor Bowron, said that the best way he could apologize would be for us to set up another meeting, and he would guarantee airtight protection.
We did that, and the picket line outside numbered something like 22,000. The promoters of violence infiltrated into the building and it was necessary for the police to carry out by physical strength something like 69 troublemakers inside the auditorium. They anticipated the trouble, and they set up a complete night court in one of the associated school buildings next to the auditorium. I may be wrong, but I think that I am the only man who ever created enough excitement in a school auditorium to require the police department to set up a special night court with judges and prosecuting attorneys, etc., to deal with criminal action during the meeting.
Some time after the meeting, the people who were arrested sued the Chief of Police and those who participated in protecting me. Since I had taken the names and addresses of everyone who had attended the meeting, I turned these names over to the City of Los Angeles, and the people were called in as witnesses in defense of the action made necessary by the Police Department. The enemy lost, and the Chief of Police was honored.
Of course, times have changed. The City of Los Angeles now has a black left wing Mayor, and it is no longer safe for patriots speaking the things that I speak even to hold a meeting in Los Angeles. The Jewish Defense League has organized a sort of a lynch mob which threatens to kill, main, and wound any man who holds a public meeting and speaks critically of the counterfeit State of Israel and the Zionist Jew plot for world power.
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EPISODE 32 CHICAGO VIOLENCE
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