BESIEGED
PATRIOT
Autobiographical episodes exposing Communism, Traitorism and Zionism from the life of
GERALD L. K. SMITH
EPISODE 32
Autobiographical episodes exposing Communism, Traitorism and Zionism from the life of
GERALD L. K. SMITH
EPISODE 32
CHICAGO VIOLENCE
I had been scheduled to speak in Chicago. The Jews had announced in
their official organ: "We will drive Gerald Smith and his followers into
the sewers. We will not permit them to assemble where decent people
gather."
I was registered, together with my staff, including Mrs. Smith and my
secretary and some other associates, at the historic Morrison Hotel in
the heart of the loop.
We were scheduled to speak in one of the ballrooms of this hotel.
Shortly before the meeting, the Jews and the Communists moved in and
they began to search for me. They carried blunt instruments and
baseball bats. They ran up and down the lobby, and then they began to
take the hotel, one floor at a time, in search of our room. They finally
found our room and, but for loyal friends who fought them off, I could
have been killed that night. Instead of arresting the culprits who were
trying to murder me, the Jew-controlled government of Chicago arrested the young men who defended me, and it required some time and
some legal activity to settle the matter and establish their innocence in
the Chicago courts of those who had fought on the right side.
This experience, together with scores of other similar experiences,
convinced me that I was being protected for a great purpose.
EPISODE 33
'NICODEMUS' FOLLOWER
Mrs. Smith and I were on the Santa Fe Chief going from Los Angeles
to Chicago. We were sitting in the Club car when I was tapped on the
shoulder. I looked up and it was General Robert E. Wood, President of
Sears, Roebuck & Co., considered the greatest merchant prince of this
generation. General Wood had been an admirer of mine for some years.
It will be recalled that he was the head of the America First Committee,
which had attempted to avoid World War II on the grounds that we
should have refereed a conflict between Hitler and Stalin which would
have weakened both of them and saved America's strength and money
for the development of our own American purposes.
Because of this attitude, we were all smeared and persecuted and
misrepresented. The chief targets of the Jews during those days were
General Wood, Charles Lindbergh, Henry Ford, Father Charles E.
Coughlin and Gerald L. K. Smith.
In the meantime, the war had come on. I remained very loyal to our
country and frequently said: "No matter who starts a war, there is only
one way to end it and that is to win it." But I stood out in the open and
spoke so fearlessly and courageously that even some of my old friends
were almost afraid to be seen with me.
When I looked up and saw that it was General Wood, I said: "How are
you, General?" Believe it or not, the first sentence he said to me was:
"Gerald, you will be happy to know that I got Sears, Roebuck away from
the Jews." This was the truth. Sears, Roebuck had been owned and
dominated by the Rosenwald family. It was their family that
financed and ran from behind the scenes, for years, the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. General Wood had so
manipulated the matter that the controlling stock had shifted into his
hands.
I replied by saying: "General Wood, why don't you use some of that
money to help me carry on my fight?" In those days, Roosevelt watched
everybody and threatened lethal reprisals against anyone caught supporting me.
Henry Ford had encouraged many people to support me in the early
days, but one day I was called on by my good friend Ernest Liebold, Mr.
Ford's private secretary, who said: "I have bad news for you, Mr. Smith.
We had a visitor from the White House today and he has threatened us.
He says that if we do not quit supporting Gerald Smith, they will seize
the Ford factory and operate it from Washington in the name of the war
emergency."
EPISODE 34
PROMINENT ENEMY BECOMES
PERSONAL FRIEND
State Senator Jack B. Tenney of California, was a brilliant, knowledgeable man. He started out so liberal when he was first elected to the
State Legislature of California that he was supported by the Communist elements in Hollywood. Then, as he grew into an understanding of
affairs, he became sensitive to the subversive influences, but he was the
victim of mind washing propaganda to the point where he did not hesitate to say the he was opposed to all subversive influences led by such
men as Earl Browder and Gerald L. K. Smith, whether they were on
the right or on the left.
He was encouraged in his activities by the Anti-Defamation League,
because they hoped to use Mr.Tenney to destroy and persecute the real
patriots who were fighting the rise of Communism.
One day Mr. Tenney announced in the press that he was going to
investigate thoroughly the activities and the affairs of Gerald L. K.
Smith. Mrs. Smith and I called Mr. Tenney's secretary and asked for an
appointment. We journeyed to his offices and told him that we would be
pleased to have him inquire into our activities-the deeper the better.
At this time Mr. Tenney was quite naive concerning the Jewish issue
and concerning the deeper issues involving the affairs of the world. His
understanding of Communism was a bit superficial. Later he developed
into a deep student. After I had testified all day before a Congressional
Committee and my testimony was so long that it took a special government book to publish my testimony, Mr. Tenney saw this book and read
it. He later told a meeting of my followers that in the middle of the night,
he rose up in bed, after reading my testimony, and said: "Gerald L. K.
Smith is right."
Later he became my disciple, my follower, and my friend. As he
deepened in his understanding of the Jewish question, he produced some
of the finest literature concerning this subject. He was kind enough to
appear at one of my big meetings in the Embassy Auditorium in Los
Angeles and say: "I consider Gerald L. K. Smith one of the greatest
patriots in America."
I hope this does not sound boastful, but since the great Senator has
gone, having been taken in death, I have to confess that since he is not
here to say it, I am proud to quote what he said.
EPISODE 35
AN INVITATION FROM
FATHER COUGHLIN
In the late 1930's and early 1940's, Father Charles E. Coughlin of
Royal Oak, Michigan (a suburb of Detroit), was perhaps the most listened to radio broadcaster in America. He was eloquent, fearless and
controversial. He was the first man ever to appear on radio with a
discussion of the Jewish question, including "The Protocols of the
Learned Elders of Zion" and "The International Jew," as originally
published by Henry Ford. He usually spoke at about one o'clock on
Sunday, and even millions of Protestants hurried home from church to
be able to hear his dynamic addresses. He attracted a following that ran
into the millions.
One day while visiting New York City in connection with my nationwide speaking tour, following the death of the late Senator Huey P.
Long, I was approached by an important New York businessman who
was a personal and intimate friend of Father Coughlin. He said the
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purpose of his visit was to invite me to address the convention, the
summer of 1936, which Father Coughlin was holding for the edification
of his followers in Cleveland, Ohio. I accepted this invitation, and it was
the beginning of a very interesting friendship. Reference is made to my
speaking in Cleveland elsewhere in this book.
It was generally believed that the following I had developed and
inherited from the late Senator Huey P. Long, plus the following of
Father Charles E. Coughlin, constituted a tremendous segment of the
population of the United States. The day came when, by arrangement, I
went out to Royal Oak, Michigan, for a personal visit with the noted
Priest. Those who are too young to know the subject matter of his
addresses should be reminded that he made vigorous and fearless attacks on Franklin Roosevelt for his pro-Communist activities and for his
conspiratorial attempt to take us into World War II which the American
people didn't want. His discussion of the Jewish issue caused the Jews to
mobilize powerful forces against him that can scarcely be estimated or
imagined by people not familiar with the details of this matter.
I was sitting in the rectory of the Church of the Little Flower, of which
Father Coughlin was the Pastor, and we were discussing the practical
problems of reaching the American people with truth that they needed
which most men didn't have the courage to speak.
Right in the midst of the conversation, the door into the sitting room
where we were sitting opened, and there stood Bishop Gallagher, the
Bishop of the local diocese, and with him was a tall, proverbial prelate
wearing a wide black hat and carrying in his face the pallidness of
intense seriousness. Bishop Gallagher was a man among men. He had a
broad smile and was pink of cheek and one felt perfectly at ease with
him. But the preacher who came with him did not radiate that impression.
Without comment Bishop Gallagher walked over to Father Coughlin,
tapped him on the shoulder, and said: "Charlie, come with me." In my
presence they walked out of the room into the bedroom. They remained
for some few minutes. After they had finished their conversation, and
the Bishop and his associate had left, Father Coughlin turned to me and
said: "The hand of Jim Farley is long."
I said: "How do you interpret that?" Father Coughlin said: "The Pope
in Rome has been wanting the President to appoint a Fraternal Delegate for diplomatic purposes, but no President has ever been willing to
do it because of the strong pressure coming from Protestant organizations against it. But now Mr. Roosevelt, who is burning under the
pressure of my broadcasts, has served notice on the Pope that if he will
silence me that he will appoint a Fraternal Delegate to the Vatican. This
means that I will never broadcast again except strictly religious comment."
In some respects, this was one of the most dramatic experiences of my
life. When I left that day to return to my home in Detroit, I said within
my soul: "Thank God, there is no superior authority on this earth who
can veto my right to speak the truth."
From that time on Father Coughlin descended into a state of semi-retirement and frustration, and I always had the feeling that he suffered
from a broken heart. He was the victim of political tyranny and Jewish
pressure.
EPISODE 36
ATTEMPTED BLACKMAIL
When Father Coughlin was compelled to give up his radio network, I
began to call on some of my friends and acquaintances to give me the
money to contract for this network. I had spent considerable time in New
York City and had come into the confidence of some of the most important business leaders in the Nation, including the President of the
American Petroleum Institute, the President of Johns-Manville Co., the
President of the Sun Oil Co., and a wide variety of very important
businessmen who had become convinced that I had the message it took
to turn back the tide of New Deal Communism and Marxist political
strategy being imposed upon the American people. It was being done in
the name of the New Deal, but it was a deceptive and treasonable
formula.
I proceeded to contact men of importance, wealth and patriotic character and assembled many thousands of dollars which were deposited and
kept in escrow. A young man was introduced to me by one of the
important businessmen of New York City. I will not use the name of the
young man, but I was told that he was trustworthy and intelligent. I
later discovered that he was treacherous and satanically cunning. He
was aware of the thousands of dollars which I had accumulated in
escrow for the purchase of the time on this radio network for a whole
season.
One evening Mrs. Smith and I were sitting in our hotel suite in New
York City. A knock came on the door, and there stood this young man
who had been helping to keep the records of the money which we had
accumulated, which was not our money. It was merely put in escrow
with the understanding that it could not be spent until the purpose of the
accumulation had been consummated. I opened the door and as the
young man walked in I realized that he was in a confused and desperate
mood. I said to him: "What can I do for you? What do you want?" He
answered with the crude words: "I have come by to get my cut." I said:
"What do you mean, your cut?" He said? ''I want part of the money that
has been raised for this radio network." I responded by saying: "That
money is not ours. It is being held in trust, and we have told the people
who have given it and have committed it that it would be spent for only
one thing, and that was to consummate the great radio network which
has been used by Father Charles Coughlin who had been put off the air
under pressure from the Pope and the Jews."
He responded by saying: "I don't care what you call it, but I want
$3,000.00 tonight, and I want more later on." I realized that I was being
blackmailed, and I said: "I'm not going to give it to you and I am not
going to respond to blackmail, and since I'm not going to do it, what are
you going to do?" He said: "I am going to the newspapers tonight, and I
will go the New York Times first, and I'll give the names of the men who
are putting up this money." I realized that this was the end of my
network, because I had pledged complete confidence to the men who had
agreed to help. [effin Judas's everywhere DC]
The next morning I was to read the whole story in the New York
Times, but I still had my soul. I had not yielded to the blackmail
pressure. I returned the money which was in escrow and proceeded to
figure out what would be my next step in my desperate determination to
warn America that her traditions were not only being threatened, but
they were being conspired against.
EPISODE 37
INVITATION FROM THE
NEW YORK TIMES
In the 1930's and 1940's the executive head of the New York Times
was Arthur Sulzberger. One day I was contacted by Mr. Sulzberger, who
invited me to come and address his editorial board and the heads of the
departments of the New York Times. In those days it was the custom for
a certain season during the winter to invite highly publicized individuals to address the executive staff and the editorial staff of the New York
Times.
I was taken to a private dining room in the New York Times Building
for lunch, and upon arrival was introduced to the executives and editorial chiefs one at a time. Following the lunch, Mr. Sulzberger arose and
said: "We have as our guest today a man that I consider to be one of the
two most dangerous men in America." This was rather an ominous
introduction, but I proceeded to state my convictions concerning the
whole situation involving the trend toward Socialism by way of the New
Deal. The ultimate trend toward Communism and the establishment of a dictatorial bureaucracy which approached a cross between Fascism
and Communism. Those present listened with intense and sympathetic
interest, and when I had finished Mr. Sulzberger said: "Didn't I tell you
he was dangerous? He has taken over my own staff."
The New York Times, while posing as a self-respecting journal under
the false slogan: "All the news that's fit to print" has been perhaps the
most effective mind washing mechanism in the United States of
America. Owned by a family of Jews, it has represented itself as the
acme of journalistic sophistication, and there are many superficial
people in the intellectual and religious and political and business world
who allow the New York Times to establish their guidelines. If they had
their way, they would determine all policy for the Government of the
United States.
During the campaign of 1973 when the treason machine was attempting to destroy our Executive Department, by way of President Nixon, no
journal or organizations was more destructive, dishonest and violent
than the New York Times, working in cooperation with its political and
journalistic bedmate, the Washington Post, and the television networks
which I frequently refer to as the "treason machine."
Sequel: It is interesting to note that the Tuesday before I appeared
before the board of editors and executives of the New York Times, their
guest was the famous Charles A. Lindbergh.
EPISODE 38
AN AMERICAN HITLER
During the 1930's and 1940's one of the most outstanding and highly
publicized news documentaries was a feature film put out by Time, Inc.,
called "March of Time." They put out special news broadcasts and then
every so often they would feature an individual. One day I was called
upon by a representative of Time, Inc., who said that they wanted to do
the story of my life and make it a March ofTime feature. I was young and
new and more naive than I was later to become and I accepted their
invitation and cooperated with them. I permitted them to take my
picture addressing big meetings. They took pictures of me in my hotel
room. They followed me around over the country, and the casual politeness of the film editor and photographer was such that I got the impression that I was to be given an honest portrayal of my activities. Without
boasting, it is well to remind the reader that I was attracting almost the
largest crowds of any individual in America. I addressed these crowds in
football stadiums, baseball parks, and largest auditoriums, and almost without exception the crowds went away convinced of the correctness of
my position.
The Jews, who could talk about nothing but Hitler and Nazism and
Fascism, were frightened at any young, vigorous public figure who could
attract great crowds and hold them spellbound. They imagined that any
such individual had Hitlerian potentialities. Of course, with me that
was as false as anything could be, because I have never advocated any
principle inconsistent with my Christian faith, our Constitutional traditions and our American way of life. All through the years I have
contended that subtle forces were plotting to destroy our traditions,
including Christian faith, private enterprise, racial self-respect and
Constitutional tradition.
Following the appearances before the cameras of the March of Time
organization, I went on with my public speaking and came into New
York City for a speech: Imagine the shock which came to Mrs. Smith and
me when we rode up Broadway and saw a canvas sign across the street,
about 15 feet deep and about 100 feet long, with the following words on
it: "Gerald Smith-The American Hitler."
We checked into our hotel and went to the theatre which had been
built by the Rockefellers, known as Radio City Music Hall. We saw the
film, which was a complete abortion. It would portray me addressing a
great enthusiastic crowd, and then the next shot would be a picture of
Hitler addressing a great enthusiastic crowd, and the trick was to put
into the minds of the people that I was trying to organize a movement in
America like Hitler organized in Germany, which was as false as if they
had said I was a Chinaman. The film was so vicious, so filled with bias
and satanic propaganda that when we walked out into the vestibule a
Jew woman saw me, recognized me and screamed. This gives the reader
·some idea of the 'Gethsemanes' of persecution through which we have
passed in contending for the high principles to which I have given my
life.
Later I sued Time, Inc., and collected cash, won vindication. I have
also collected cash from Newsweek Magazine and numerous newspapers.
EPISODE 39
COMMITTEE FORMED
Time passed. I had developed the confidence of some of the most
important people in America. I had made friends with intelligent patriots in almost every major city in the United States. As indicated elsewhere in this book, I crisscrossed and traveled nearly three million
miles in the United States and addressed large audiences in practically
every major city.
One day I met with some very important gentlemen in New York City,
who like myself were concerned with the fact that committees were
developing in Congress organized for the specific purpose of persecuting
right wing patriots who were holding out against the subtle treason that
was being imposed upon America by the New Deal Socialists and their
Moscovite friends, feeding on the treasonable intellectualism of certain
great universities, mainly Harvard. It will be recalled that Felix
Frankfurter, who later became a Supreme Court Justice, originally was
engaged in active Communist propaganda. Justice Frankfurter admitted that he had placed over 300 men in the Government of the United
States that were subject to the appointment of Franklin D. Roosevelt.
When our committee met in New York, the name of a young Congressman from Texas came up known as Martin Dies. I had known
Martin Dies as a younger man when I was still a Pastor. I had gone down
to visit an old friend of mine, Dr. Armistead, who was Pastor of the
University Christian Church in Beaumont, Texas. The first Sunday
there, he said to me: "I want you to meet a very fine, brilliant young man
who comes over from Orange, Texas, to teach our Men's Class. His name
is Martin Dies."
I was impressed by Martin Dies. He was wholesome, intelligent and
seemed to have all the bearing of a sincere Christian. Later he was
elected to Congress.
So when the name of Martin Dies was suggested by my friends in New
York, I said: "He would make a fine chairman of a special committee."
To make a long story short, my friends journeyed to Washington, D.C.,
interviewed certain members of Congress, and brought about the formation of what became known as the House Committee on Un-American
Activities, to be headed by Congressman Martin Dies of Texas. He
became so prominent in exposing Communism and treason trickery
inside the Government of the United States and inside the whole complex of our Nation that the Committee was referred to as the Dies
Committee.
He was persecuted and abused by the Roosevelt family, the Roosevelt
gang and the treason machine which had wormed its way inside the
Government of the United States. Hidden forces threatened to kidnap
his children. Mrs. Franklin Roosevelt would entertain Communists in
the White House at a meal, and then as an exercise they would go over to
Capitol Hill, sit in the hearing room where Mr. Dies was cross questioning people suspected of spreading Communist propaganda. While they sat in the room, they would guffaw and hiss and ridicule,
encouraged and led by Eleanor Roosevelt.
Later the Dies Committee became such a threat to the Roosevelt
regime that Mr. Roosevelt caused his district to be gerrymandered abolished in such a way that he could not be re-elected to the Congress.
The Dies Committee Hearings, which can be seen in the Congressional Library, constitute one of the greatest resumes of treasonable
organizations inside the United States ever to be produced.
At the apex of the persecution of Mr. Dies, I was living in Detroit.
Being a friend of Henry Ford and other prominent citizens, my name
was recognized as the name of a man to be respected. I circulated a
petition and secured something like a million signatures calling on the
Congress of the United States to stand by Martin Dies. Some believe
that this petition was very influential in not only continuing the appropriations to the Dies Committee, but increasing the appropriations.
It later became a permanent committee in the Congress, and later my
friend Congressman John Rankin of Mississippi became head of the
Committee. He, too, became the victim of Roosevelt persecution and his
Congressional District was abolished so that someone else could be
elected. The tyranny, rascality and hypocrisy of Franklin Roosevelt is
one of the black marks of American history. Shortly before this was
written his own son, Elliott, who seems to have suffered years of frustration due to the hypocrisy of his father, revealed that his father was in
fact a conscienceless whoremonger, who slept with his secretary in the
front bedroom while his wife Eleanor, by arrangement, slept in the back
bedroom. It seemed that her sex interests did not run in that direction. A
further development of that theory might be too obscene for this book.
Then he had a special girlfriend whom he had maintained and kept
through the years who lived in Maryland, and he would even arrange for
special trains, under Secret Service confidence, in order that he might
fulfill his paramour ambitions. It is believed by some that this third
woman was with him when he died, and the way he died is still an
unsolved mystery, so much so that I wrote a special book one time
entitled "The Mysterious Death of Franklin D. Roosevelt."
It might refresh the memory of some people to be reminded that the
last time that Franklin D. Roosevelt addressed a great audience was at
Soldiers Field in Chicago, and during that address he made a personal
attack on me. He dreaded and hated me. He wanted me in prison. He
knew that I knew the story of the assassination of his number one
enemy, the late Senator Huey P. Long, and he knew that I was one man
in America who had his number and was not afraid to speak.
EPISODE 40
ROOSEVELT WANTED
ME IMPRISONED
While living in Detroit, Michigan, Mrs. Smith and I would occasionally go down into the city and have dinner at a pleasant place. We had
just finished our dinner in a well known restaurant and walked out on
the street when my eyes fell upon the early edition of the Detroit Free
Press. I was shocked when I noticed that the banner headline of Michigan's leading morning newspaper said: "Roosevelt Wants Smith Imprisoned." I immediately read the story, and it was a story written by
one of the most notorious character assassins and rumormongers who
ever lived, the late Drew Pearson. He revealed that he had visited with
the President, and that the President had confided in him that one of the
men he wanted to see put away during the war was Gerald L. K. Smith.
He was determined that people who had effectively fought his pro-war
fakery would be put away. The story was filled with falsehoods, libelous
statements and imagined fantasies concerning my activities.
It so happened that where I bought the paper was immediately across
the street from the Detroit Free Press building. I walked to the Free
Press building, took the elevator to the editorial department, walked up
to the desk in a fighting mood and struck the top of the editor's desk with
both hands until it seemed that the table almost jumped off the floor.
The editor wore a toupee and I thought I saw the toupee jump off his
head. I won't go into detail as to what happened, but by the time I got
through with this editor, he ordered that the presses be stopped, that the
headline be changed, and that a correction be published by me personally.
I then immediately returned to my home and dictated a letter to the
Attorney General of the United States, and in this letter I suggested
that he proceed to indict me, and in my court defense I would expose the
treason inside the Government of the United States, facts concerning
the assassination of Huey Long, closely related to the personality of
Franklin Roosevelt, and we would bring the whole issue of my life out
into the open as it related to the destiny of America.
I was never called before a Grand Jury, I was never indicted, but I
later discovered that I had been put on a list by the Attorney General to
be indicted.
About this time, between 30 and 40 patriots mixed in with two or
three traitors, were indicted. It was the hope of Mr. Roosevelt that he
could send a group of second and third string leaders to the penitentiary,
and then when he had done that he would begin on Charles Lindbergh,
Father Coughlin, Henry Ford, General Wood, President of Sears
Roebuck, and myself.
The result of indicting these 30 some odd patriots developed into what
was known as the Sedition Trial. It became so ridiculous that even the
people who had campaigned for their conviction in the beginning sickened of the whole matter somewhat as the public sickened of the Watergate Committee. It was rumored that the Judge had been promised by
the President, that if he succeeded in sending these people to the Federal
Penitentiary for seditious treason he would be named to the Supreme
Court. But the hypocritical bias required by him in the abuse of these
people was' so terrific that he couldn't take it, and one day he dropped
dead in court. That was the end of the trial. It was never completed. The
people were all released.
Remember, that the only 'crime' these people had committed was to
oppose our entrance into World War II, not because they were pro-Nazis,
but because they believed that we should referee the conflict between
Hitler and Stalin and maintain our own strength without building
either of the conflicting parties into a Frankenstein, as we later did for
Soviet Russia. Many people do not realize that we gave hundreds of
ships to Russia which were never returned; that we sent whole railroad
yards over to Russia. They don't realize that Mr. Ford had the most
modern rubber plant in America. It was completely dismantled and
donated to the Soviet Union by Franklin D. Roosevelt. Many people do
not realize that Communists inside the Treasury Department took
money to the Soviet Union, and they printed money in Russia in the
name of the war emergency. They printed such quantities that after the
war Russian soldiers came down to the European borders and paid as
high as $15,000.00 to $20,000.00 for $50.00 American watches and
$25.00 bracelets. This money was quickly changed into permanent
money by 'you know who' and brought back by refugees to the United
States, and with this money that they got for nothing they purchased
millions of dollars' worth of American metropolitan real estate. That in
itself is an unwritten book. I was one of the first to publish this, which
helps the reader to understand why I have been so opposed through the
years.
A few years ago Attorney General Francis Biddle decided that he
would write his memoirs. Evidently he used a ghost writer who was
careless with his files, because when the book came out it listed the
people who Mr. Biddle, as Attorney General of the United States, had
indicted for sedition, listing the 30 some odd people referred to above,
and, believe it or not, my name was on the list. Of course, it was
complete, coldblooded libel, because I have never been indicted and
never been convicted. It was a complete fabrication. This confirmed my
theory that I was on the list to be put away, as indicated in the big
headline story written by Drew Pearson; but after Mr. Biddle got my
letter he evidently pulled my name off of the list, but when the ghost writer wrote the book, he failed to delete my name among those whom
Mr. Roosevelt wanted to put away.
It became rather simple for my attorney to collect a substantial sum of
money from Mr. Biddle's publishers, which undoubtedly came out of Mr.
Biddle's royalties. I took the money and used it to help buy the home in
which we have lived half the time in Eureka Springs where we established the sacred projects, the Christ of the Ozarks statue, the Great
Passion Play, the Christ Only Art Gallery, the Bible Museum, and the
New Holy Land. Elsewhere in this book is the complete briefing concerning the development of this sacred enterprise.
EPISODE 41
I DEFIED NEW YORK CITY
As a young crusader dedicated to the task of alerting America to the
treasonable practices which threatened our Christian and patriotic
traditions, I was convinced that New York City was not only the center
of American intrigue, but the center of world intrigue. It may surprise
the reader to be told that New York City was also the center of world
Communism. As referred to elsewhere in this book, I dug up the documented facts out of the Archives of the U.S. Government in Washington, which contained the reports of Military Intelligence, to discover
that the Soviet Government was really established by Jews from the
lower East side of New York.
When I went to New York I did a bold thing. I began to rent ballrooms
in all of the leading hotels, including the Statler, the Pennsylvania, the
McAlpin, the New Yorker, the Waldorf-Astoria, the Plaza, etc. People
were intrigued by what I had to say and invariably the ballrooms were
packed. There seemed to be no way to stop me. My following was
growing geometrically, and I was winning the confidence of some of the
most important men in America. The Jews were determined to stop me,
and finally they persuaded the hotels not to rent me a ballroom. They
were determined to dry up my forum and deny me the right of free
speech. Theoretically they were successful, but when they did this and
denied me the use of the radio and later denied me the use of television,
it drove me into a solution which has been providential.
Most public speakers dread to write. They only want to talk. I was
inclined that way, but when I realized that I was not to be permitted to
be on radio, and later I realized that I couldn't be on television, and the
Jews decided to give me silence in the press and deny me public meeting
halls, I began to write. Today my accumulated writings would create a
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bookshelf twice as long as a set of Encyclopedia Britannica. Over 500
tracts, pamphlets and brochures that I have written were available for
distribution as I wrote these lines, not counting the fact that since 1942 I
have edited and published the official organ of the Christian Nationalist
Crusade, a national political committee, known as The Cross and The
Flag, and 90% of everything in this magazine has been written by me
personally. To relieve the monotony I sometimes used other names. In
fact, as a controversial figure I realized that some people would not read
my material because they had been prejudiced against me by the news
media and the mind washing propagandists, so I began to write under
other names. It is estimated that over 200 periodicals use my material
without using my name. A conservative estimate suggests that I have
started, financed, encouraged and aided over 2,000 right wing organizations in America. There are many people promoting organizations in
America who do not realize that I was the 'midwife' when their organization was born. Whenever I spoke in these ballrooms in New York City, I
opened the meeting to questions, and the meanest and most vicious
hecklers that could be imagined came in and tried to stop me, and I don't
say it to boast, but I could answer their questions and I was unafraid of
them. It gave me a terrific mental and spiritual exercise to look the
forces of anti-Americanism and the forces of anti-Christ in the face and
give them the right answers.
Sequel: I came to New York City from Louisiana after the death of
Huey Long. His passing created a situation in Louisiana. Following his
death the underworld moved in. Under the leadership of the most
vicious and the most powerful forces in America, led by Frank Costello,
who had been written up in the Reader's Digest about that time as
"America's No.1 Dealer of Death." It was revealed that he could cause to
be killed anyone who stood in his way if he so desired. Costello had
moved into Louisiana, and I had announced that I would return to
Louisiana to reveal that the people who had been elected to office on the
blood of the late Huey P. Long had sold out to his enemies and had sold
them out to the underworld.
One day a knock came on the door of our New York Hotel, and, believe
it or not, there stood Frank Costello, and his right-hand man, Mr.
Kastel. Mrs. Smith and I were confronted by the man who was considered the greatest killer in America. Furthermore, New York City was
controlled by a political machine which was under the complete dominance of Frank Costello so I was not only talking to the leading underground gangster-! was talking to the government of New York City.
The two men were dressed as conservatively as a pair of undertakers.
They effected cordiality, and then said: "We understand that you are
planning to return to Louisiana to make a speech." And I said: "Yes."
They said: "We don't want you to make that speech." There is no need of completing the dialogue, but suffice it to say, I defied them, returned to
Louisiana, made the speech, and I am still alive. That puts me in an
exclusive fraternity as one of the few men still living who defied the
authority of America's number one gangster, Frank Costello.
EPISODE 42
PITTSBURGH CROWDS
In the early 1940's, while living in Detroit, Michigan, I followed a
speaking route which took me into the major cities of the Northeast·
including Toledo, Columbus, Cleveland, Buffalo, Boston, New York,
Pittsburgh, Washington, D.C., Cincinnati, etc. Wherever I went the
halls and the public meeting places were packed. The dramatic relationship between my activities and those of Father Coughlin, Dr. Townsend
and the assassinated Huey P. Long made my name of dramatic interest
even though I was hated by President Roosevelt and smeared by the
Jew-controlled media.
I had refused to express my patriotism by approving Russian Communism,just because we were allied with Russia in the war. I was on the
air every Sunday night on Radio Station WJR and affiliates speaking
out of Detroit, but the time came when Mr. Roosevelt and his gang of bureaucratic tyrants decreed that I should not be on the air, because I
insisted on reflecting on Communism and attacking Communism. It
was my contention that I didn't need to be pro-Communist in order to be
a good American any more than I had needed to be a Buddhist in order to
be loyal at the time we were allied with Japan in a world war. Power
prevailed, however, and I was taken off the air at a time when my mail
was the heaviest of any program personality that had ever appeared on
this station. The drama of the situation and the publicity involved in my
activities made me not only a personality of interest, but caused me to be
admired by millions of regular people.
After World War II was declared, I was scheduled to speak in
Pittsburgh at Carnegie Hall. This was at a time when it was generally
believed by some people that everyone who had opposed entering World
War II would be imprisoned. Therefore, the character assassins and the
witch hunters were out not only to imprison some of us, but persecute
the people associated with us. I resolved that I would not involve anyone
else at this Pittsburgh meeting, so I asked Mrs. Smith to stand at the
door and take the tickets and handle the literature, while I went to the
platform and introduced myself. The crowd was wild and excited and
sympathetic. We did not charge for the tickets, but we gave out complimentary tickets to trusted people, because the technique in those days was for the Communists, the Jews and their associates to pack the
meeting in advance so that the real people who wanted to hear me speak
couldn't get in. When I arose to speak I said: "The press would like to
announce that there is no one here willing to introduce me, therefore, I
introduced myself. So I would like to ask how many people here would be
willing to introduce me ifl would call on them." There must have been a
hundred hands that went up, so that settled the matter.
The people were so hungry for my literature that they almost tore
Mrs. Smith to pieces.
Before the program started and I began to speak, some individuals
came up to the front porch of Carnegie Hall and Mrs. Smith instinctively sensed that they were troublemakers. She beckoned to a policeman who
was on guard and he came over and said: "How do you know that those
people are troublemakers?" Mrs. Smith answered by saying: "I have
been in so many meetings with my husband that I have learned how to
smell them." He took her seriously and when the trouble started, his
staff was ready and the meeting was not broken up.
Some of the dearest and greatest friends that I have ever had lived and
still live in Pittsburgh. Recently I was visited by a very prominent
doctor whom I met in those early days, and we reflected on the time
when we were passing through these dramatic and dangerous times.
EPISODE 43
THREE MEETINGS IN ONE NIGHT
I was scheduled to speak in Birmingham, Alabama, the summer of
1936. The meeting had not been properly publicized, and when I went
over to the park there was a mere handful of 200 or 300 people. I spoke to
them for 30 minutes and dismissed them, instructing them to go out and
tell their friends to come back for another meeting in 45 minutes. The
next meeting was doubled, if not tripled, and I spoke to this meeting for
about 45 minutes and asked them to recruit for a third meeting, which
would begin about 11 o'clock. By 11 o'clock we had something like 5,000
people. This indicates to the reader some of the techniques which were
employed in order to overcome bad publicity or no publicity.
The South was slow to discover the tyranny which was upon it. They
had been voting the solid Democratic ticket for so many generations
that it couldn't believe that treason could be committed in the name of
this old party which had been founded by the great patriot Thomas
Jefferson. In later years I was to journey through the South warning
Governors, Congressmen and Senators that a complex was being developed in Washington, D.C., designed to mongrelize the race, destroy the
autonomy of local government and make the South a victim of a new era
of carpetbagging. I shall never forget the back-breaking experience of
this journey. I drove the car and with me was Mrs. Smith. She was
always with me. I never travelled alone. One of the quickest and most
vicious ways that the enemy has used to destroy good men has been to
concoct schemes that would make it appear that they were travelling
with another woman.
The presence of Mrs. Smith always protected me against this technique used so frequently in assassinating the character of good men. Along with Mrs. Smith and me was my faithful secretary, Renata Legant, who has been with me nearly 30 years and has been instrumental in typing the original copy of this record. Along with the three of us was a man who was sort of a newcomer. We had picked him up in California, and he seemed to be faithful and useful, but in a pinch he couldn't stand up; so in the midst of the tough journey in the South which involved rain; mud, storm and hostility, he lost his nerve and asked me to give him bus fare to go home, which I did. Because of his insipid and cowardly behaviour, I protect his family by not using his name.
In Jacksonville, Florida, I developed a nose bleed, and I presume that if I had been doctor prone and hospital prone, I would have been rushed to the hospital, but instead of accepting that treatment I just stuffed Kleenex in my nose until it dried up and went ahead.
We came into Alabama where we had torrential rains and came to a stream that was so high that it covered the road. Policemen were in charge, and a policeman came over to the car and said: "Come ahead, you'll be all right." I went ahead and the depth of the water drowned the motor, and it was necessary for us to wade in this muddy water and be pulled out. When we got to Mobile, the old historic hotel was all torn up with repairs, and it was very inconvenient getting in and getting out and getting unloaded and getting dried off. When we got up to the room, I sat down in my chair, and although my wife could tell the reader that she has never heard me express discouragement or defeat, I think my spirits were as low as they had ever been. In warning the Southern statesmen of the tranny that was to be imposed upon them by the Washington demagogues, I was in many instances ridiculed for being an alarmist. The answer frequently was: "Don't worry about the South. We know how to handle ourselves." Later one of these blind boasters was honest enough to confess to me that if the South had taken my warnings, they might have protected themselves against the tyrannies of the Roosevelts, the Johnsons, the Kennedys, the Eisenhowers and the rest. Forced busing in great Southern cities where little children are kidnapped from their home districts and delivered and dumped into black schools miles away helps to illustrate the hazards that I foretold in that wet, hard, soggy trip through the South.
I went to my writing desk in the hotel room in Mobile and addressed a letter to a man who was a part-time employee of mine in Washington. He was a research specialist for a prominent Senator, but without the knowledge of the Senator he took pay from me to do special research. I wrote him a letter saying: "Did anyone fighting and working alone in history ever get any place? If you can find the answer to that question, please write me air mail special delivery so that I will get the letter by the time I reach New Orleans."
This man was a very faithful and meticulous man, and when I reached New Orleans the letter was there. It had in it the story of Samuel Adams, who according to history, was perhaps the most successful agent-provocateur ever known. He fought for American independence when even the men who later signed the Declaration of Independence were afraid to be seen with him. He mastered twelve styles of handwriting, and he assumed twelve different names. He wrote over 44,000 letters by hand; and these letters gave the objects of his pressure and feeling that popular sentiment was developing.
It is believed by some that Samuel Adams was the most influential individual in the promotion and development of the Revolution, but when the Continental Congress was held, he was too poor to attend. He couldn't even afford a suit of clothes.
The study of history which reveals the fickleness and ingratitude of people can be quite disenchanting. To illustrate: One of the three greatest men among the founders of our American Republic was Thomas Jefferson, who wrote the Declaration of independence. He was the third President of the United States, and was the founder of the Democratic Party. When he became old he could not pay for his groceries, and he made up lottery tickets at $10.00 each with the understanding that the winner would be able to take his homestead, Monticello. He couldn't even sell the tickets, and he died penniless with unpaid grocery bills.
I have told many a young man who started out with crusading zeal: "Do not expect your reward to come from the people you bless. They soon forget. There are two places to find reward for a noble servant: One is in the satisfaction of the soul; and the other in the blessings which come from on high from God Almighty. Anyone who expects to be rewarded by credit, citation and glorification is due for a great surprise. These awards usually go to people who perform the superficial functions demanded by conventional society. But those who challenge the lethal forces of tyranny, greed and paganism frequently go to their graves unrecognized until they have been long dead."
Many people forget that the greatest leadership mankind has ever known, the personality of Jesus Christ, had only 120 followers when he left the earth, and they were so intimidated, abused, chased, pursued and threatened by the Jews that they met in an upper room, the Scripture says, "for fear of the Jews." Whoever dreamed that a following of 120 people would grow into a multi-billion discipleship across the face of the earth?
Christianity cannot be killed. It flowers with miraculous strength. If it is crushed by an unbelieving clergyman, monopolizing a pulpit, then faith in Jesus Christ springs up like volunteer stocks of wheat in the backyard of society, or in the front street of society, on the highways, or in the meadows. I wrote a man some time ago and said: "Don't be surprised if the day comes when certain cathedrals become museums and meadows become temples."
Those were dramatic days. Many Senators and Congressmen had delivered speeches, or paragraphs of speeches, that had been written by me, but because of my highly controversial personality I would frequently write under another name, and innocent friends who didn't know that it was me would send these statements to the members of Congress and they would either deliver them on the floor of Congress or insert them in the Congressional Record.
I wrote an editorial for The Cross and The Flag some years ago the title of which was, "You Don't Have to be a Nut to be Right."
A crusader in the front line of a bard battle has numerous problems. The greatest problem is not his enemy. His greatest problems are his lunatic friends and eccentrics who seem to think that lunacy is an attribute .of righteousness. When I would address public meetings, I would retrre to my dressing room immediately without standing in front of the meeting shaking hands. I did this for two reasons: First, to avoid being physically attacked by fanatical enemies; and, second, the people who really wanted to meet me and I really wanted to meet could never get to me. Usually after the meeting was adjourned, I would be surrounded by five or ten fanatics who would insulate me from the people, and, of course, people of responsibility who had something to do couldn't stand around an hour waiting for someone to unload his lunatic theories. This situation brought grief to me, because as I would address a great audience I would look back and see a fine countenance, and I would say to myself: "I wish that I could shake hands with that man." But I could never reach him. He couldn't break through, and there was no way f~r n,te to get back to him. So for most of my life as a public speaker, I didn't stand around and shake hands with people at the close of the meeting. I wasn't a candidate for office. I was under no obligation to kiss babies. I didn't have to make false promises. I was and still am an uncompromising crusader who has always been polite and courteous to people, and I never became calloused enough even to be crude to a boring fanatic. My compassion and warm hearted attitude toward human beings have never hardened nor calloused. I love people.
Speaking of the wisdom of the serpent and the harmlessness of the dove, I have put out many circulars under the names of other people. One time I received a letter from a lady in Massachusetts, who said: "Mr. Smith, I like what you write, but I think you could improve, and I enclose herewith a circular which I think is one of the finest examples of patriotic propaganda that I have ever seen." I unfolded the circular, and lo, and behold, it was one that I had written under another name.
I was in the midst of a campaign to expose the infiltration of Communism into the Hollywood film colony. I was so controversial that I did not dare announce in advance a meeting or a meeting place, because the Jews in the film colony and the jews in general and the Communists and the revolutionists were able to organize mobs against me.
One of the most sophisticated theatres in Hollywood at that time (since torn down and replaced by a bank building) was known as the El Patio Theatre. We were living on a mountain slope above Hollywood Boulevard, and I asked my secretary, Miss Legant, and Mrs. Smith to go down to the El Patio Theatre, saying that I wanted to rent it for a certain night in another name. As the women got out of the car to go in, they turned back to me and said: "What name should we use?" From off the cuff, I said use the name "Cinema Educational Guild." At that time a prominent scenario writer had come into my confidence, and he had turned over to me a quantity of inside information, giving me the names of numerous prominent figures in the film colony who were a part of the Communist apparatus either by' stupidity or cupidity.
I then began to lay the groundwork for what was perhaps one of the most dramatic and subtle projects ever attempted in Hollywood, California. I was introduced to a young actor, who was willing to appear at a meeting with a mask, which would hide his identity, and then name these left wing personalities, tell about their meetings, and pinpoint their association with Moscow and Muscovites.
I then began to advertise by direct mail that on a certain night, Mr. X would appear at the El Patio Theatre. Of course, my name was not connected with it at all. I used other names, and the community didn't know that I was associated with the enterprise. In order to cover the identity of Mr. X, I didn't permit anyone on my staff except three or four of my closest intimates to know who Mr. X was.
The night of the meeting we located Mr. X in the Hollywood Plaza Hotel, and I sent six bodyguards to watch over him, but not one bodyguard knew who he was. He kept his mask on all the time. They led him down the elevator, put him into a limousine and drove him to the El Patio Theatre. By the time they got there the place was so jammed that there were as many people outside the theatre as there were inside the theatre.
Mr. X and his six bodyguards walked to the platform and he began to speak. The revelations were sensational. People were named who had been in Communist meetings and who had sent telegrams to Joe Stalin who didn't realize that anyone else knew it. It so upset the town that it became a factor in stimulating a complete investigation of treason inside the film colony on the part of a Congressional Committee.
After Mr. X had finished his address, he said: "We have in this audience a man who perhaps has done more to expose Communism in Hollywood than any other living American, and his name is Gerald L. K. Smith." Did this give the audience a shock!! At that time one of the leading film gossip commentators on the radio was a man by the name of Jimmie Fidler, who by this time had sent in a request to permit the outside audience to come in after the inside audience had heard the program, and repeat the program, but that was denied. Mr. X invited me to come to the platform. I did so and was greeted with tumultuous applause.
During my remarks I said that I did not want to specialize on Hollywood, that I was not in the film industry, but that there was a man in the film industry who was willing to set up an organization to be known as the "Cinema Educational Guild." He did, and for years he sent out constructive information concerning the infiltration of the film colony. Later he phased off into certain eccentricities which need not be discussed here, but for a period of time he and his Guild accomplished a great good.
The result of this meeting was to change ridicule into apprehension, and the word went through Hollywood that Gerald L. K. Smith had enough secret influence inside the Congress of the United States to get anybody investigated that seemed to be an agent of Moscow.
Sequel: One man who spent much money trying to destroy me was the actor Charlie Chaplin. He never became a citizen of the United States. He became a debaucher of American young women, and even ridiculed and cursed the America which had made him a multi-millionaire. He represented himself as an English Jew and later confessed that that was false-that he represented himself as a Jew because he knew that was what it would take to get ahead in Hollywood. He and his coterie of traitors and semi-traitors were always ready to entertain and roll out the red carpet for agents of treason who would come to the United States from Moscow and elsewhere.
Then came the much publicized Congressional investigation, and there were ten scenario writers and Hollywood personalities who held themselves in contempt of the Committee. They were cited for contempt and sentenced to prison. They were called the "Hollywood Ten." Their chief defender was Charlie Chaplin. He gave thousands of dollars, and raised thousands of dollars for legal services necessary to defend these who had held themselves in contempt of Congress. They made no attempt to deny the fact that they had been writing and acting in such a way as to propagandize people in favor of Communism. The interesting fact is that Charlie Chaplin called a meeting of his left wing Hollywood friends for the expressed purpose of raising money to defend those indicted and eventually convicted left wingers. The meeting was held in the El Patio Theatre, the same theatre where we had arranged for Mr. X to deliver his sensational and historic address.
I rented a high school auditorium in San Francisco and announced that I would hold a meeting in this auditorium. Harry Bridges threatened the school board and the city and said that if I were allowed to speak he would call a general strike and close up the whole harbor. The school board was so intimidated that they cancelled my contract. Under the laws of the State of California, I could not be denied the use of a school building, because in the earlier days the Communists, who wanted to use the school buildings for their propaganda, succeeded in getting a law passed that would make it impossible to deny anyone the use of a school building. Then through the years, I found that no matter how the law reads they usually change the rules when it involves Gerald L. K. Smith, because the one thing they can't stand is someone who exposes the tyranny of the "original Jew." That is the one forbidden subject. The one unwritten law is: "Never criticize the Jew, or you will be mugged, morgued and indexed as a bigot, an anti-Semite and as a social outcast."
We went into court, and were still denied the use of the school building. We appealed it to the Supreme Court and received a mandamus order instructing the school board to enforce the law.
Before the court action we had appeared before the school board, and they had voted against our right to use the school building and they refused to withdraw their cancellation. I was followed out into the hallway by the President of the school board who said to me: "Mr. Smith, you are right, the law is with you, but we are afraid of Harry Bridges."
After we had run the thing through the courts, the meeting was highly publicized, not by anything we did, but by the newspaper stories; and when I arose to speak in the high school auditorium in San Francisco, the place was packed, and there were hundreds, if not thousands outdoors. We had been given police guard at the hotel and all kinds of police escorts to the meeting place, and when we got to the high school it was loaded with police. They screened the audience by admitting only people with complimentary tickets to keep our revolutionary enemies from packing the school house in advance. The meeting was a grand and glorious success. We returned to the hotel with a heavy police escort and decided to stay over another day.
Being art collectors and lovers of antique beauty, we decided to go and visit some of the art shops. There are some beautiful art shops in San Francisco. We were looking over objects in one shop when the shopkeeper said: "Are you enjoying your visit to San Francisco?" She, of course, thought we were just another pair of good-natured tourists visiting the Bay City. We answered by saying, "Yes, we are having a pleasant time." Then she came back and looked us both in the face and said: "I can just look at you two nice people and know that you don't have a care in the world." Little did she realize that just the day before one of the most vicious gangs of labor union criminals had tried their best to either kill me or do me great physical injury."
Readers will remember the day when people were answering on television what was known as the "$64,000 Question." It later developed that some of the contestants were rigged and were winning dishonestly and were dividing money with those who helped to rig the answers. It was one of the most flagrant pieces of public deception ever to be attempted on the television audiences of America. The only thing that has surpassed it is the so-called Watergate Committee, headed by a mouthy demagogue associated with a committee of weaklings willing to prostitute every Constitutional liberty guaranteed to us to flatter the networks and the enemies of the President. They were willing to do anything to destroy President Nixon. No one has been more severely critical of Mr. Nixon than I have, but I have refused to join that strange fraternity of even so-called right wingers who would rather hate Mr. Nixon than to love America. When I was faced with a situation in 1972 where I had to choose between President Nixon and George McGovern, I had to choose between the great self-respecting body of American citizens and a group of perverts, lesbians, women-Lib fakers, demagogues and downright traitors who kidnapped the Democratic Party, I had no difficulty in making a choice.
One day I received a long distance telephone call from a Midwestern city. My caller was the head of an intense patriotic group committed to ideals similar to mine, with some eccentric sidelines. He said: "Mr. Smith, we have just had an unusual experience.We have been visited by representatives of the Columbia Television Network and they have been trying to corrupt our membership, offering them cash bonuses if they would come together for a fake meeting, and then stand up in the meeting and say extreme things like 'sterlize the Jews,' 'liquidate the blacks,' 'hang the mongrelizers,' etc. At first it looked like they wanted us to call just an ordinary meeting and express our principles, but then they began to take members of our committee aside and offer them money to say these extreme things so that they could be put on the air in connection with a documentary which was being done dealing with right wing leadership. The trick was to throw these extreme statements into the film along with the pronouncements of solid citizens like Dean Manion of Notre Dame University, General Walker, the much persecuted patriot, myself, and certain right wing leaders in the Congress of the United States."
I immediately telephoned an important friend of mine in New York, who had established one of the outstanding business organizations in the nation. He later sold this great corporation and devoted his full time to patriotic endeavor; namely, fighting the conspiracy of Zionism. The influence of this man is subtle and unique. He immediately went to the headquarters of the Columbia Network and revealed to one of its officers that they had been caught in this terrible chicanery and that some of us were threatening to take this information to a special Congressional Committee, the same Committee which had investigated the rigged show "The $64,000 Question." They had already spent thousands upon thousands of dollars prowling around over the country putting this fraudulent documentary together, but it brought such a fright to the executive headquarters of the Columbia network that they abandoned its presentation.
When the objective writers of history begin to dig into the catacombs of truth concerning this generation, they will find that this period did not produce any villains which could surpass the villainy of the great television networks.
It is a matter of common knowledge that during the days of violence when blacks were threatening to burn down cities, were rioting in front of city halls and state capitols, and marching to Washington under the leadership of one of the greatest frauds of the century, Martin Luther King, that the television networks would set up false riots, and false demonstrations, and encourage weaklings to demonstrate and say radical things so that they could have a story. In most instances, these revolutionary blacks would march, yell, scream and picket as long as the television cameras were around, and when the television cameras left, they would sit on the sidewalk or go home.
Through the years I have gotten the impression, and I believe my impression is logical, that these networks specialized in creating trouble, exaggerating trouble, and in emphasizing the negative concerning the affairs of government, our social structure, our economy and our military. All through the Vietnam War they couldn't have been any more on the side of the enemy than if their comment had been edited in Hanoi or Moscow or Peking.
We scheduled a meeting in Sacramento, California. I was to speak in the Little Theatre. The place was surrounded by pickets and packed with friends. These were the days of risk and violence when there was somebody at every meeting, in small or large numbers, who actually wanted to murder me. A rather realistic masculine friend of mine had said to Mrs. Smith one day: "If someone were to attack you, do you have any protection? She answered by saying, "No." He put into her hand what the man of the street calls a "slapper," a leather covered, flat, hard piece of metal. You could almost knock a man out by tapping him on the head with it. I didn't realize that Mrs. Smith had this. I was in the midst of my speech in the Little Theatre, and every time I would start out on a new paragraph, a Jewish woman standing at the entrance would scream, yell, annoy and heckle. After she had done this about six times, evidently Mrs. Smith couldn't take it any longer. She walked down off the platform, went to the door and threatened this woman with her slapper, so much so she was able to run off the lot.
I have never been so shocked in my life. I never dreamed that Mrs. Smith would do such a thing, and, strange enough, she has never done it since.
This is a good place for me to say that next to my Christian faith and the deep convictions of my soul, the most important factor in my life has been the faithful, loyal, intelligent, valuable support of my wife, Elna. That is why when we decided to use our inheritances to memorialize our faith in Jesus Christ in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, that I suggested that we name the organization The Elna M. Smith Foundation, to immortalize the name of this beautiful person.
I was speaking in a little village along the Mississippi River (population approximately 2,000). It appeared that the whole village had come out to hear me speak. At least, the crowd was larger and enthusiastic, because the overwhelming population was for Huey Long. He was fought by the paid agents of feudalism and a handful of self-righteous stuffed shirts who couldn't realize what it would take to defeat the feudal tyrants who had ruled the people of Louisiana since the Louisiana Purchase.
I started to speak and a heckler approached the platform. Every time I spoke he yelled a profane ridicule. I was strong in muscle and nerve. I didn't know what fear was. In fact, I never have known what fear was. The man drew closer and closer and walked right into my trap. I reached out and grabbed him by the nape of the neck and put my hand inside the collar and twisted it and held him. Every time I gestured and made a point I'd shake him. This drove the audience wild with enthusiasm and only served to illustrate some of the practical methods we had to use to prevent hecklers from breaking up our meetings.
In some of Huey Long's meetings he used enclosed pick-up trucks with back doors which could be closed and locked, and when people became impossible and insisted on breaking up the meeting with noise and heckling, strong men would just pick these fellows up and throw them into the truck and lock the door until the meeting was over.
We need a little of that masculinity today in America! A little handful often to a hundred hecklers can get all the publicity and get all the play on television and discount and underrate the meaning of a great meeting attended perhaps by anywhere from 5,000 to 50,000 sympathetic people. I am sure the reader has observed that down through the years the treason machine, which is my name for the television and radio networks, always plays up this little handful of troublemakers. They never play up the words of the speaker if the speaker happens to be a right winger, or a traditional patriot. Of course, if he is a traitor and wants to overthrow the government and mongrelize the race, then he gets a big play on the treason machine.
About the same time I was scheduled to speak in a park under the auspices of the American Legion on the Fourth of July. The same handful of violent killers, fist-wielding enemies were in this meeting, although the overwhelming percentage of the people were on my side. We just started to speak when two big husky pugs, hired either to kill me or do me severe injury, walked down the aisle in a very threatening manner. I kept right on speaking. Two of my associates went out and met these pugs, and, believe it or not, struck them so hard that they folded up, and a group of friends of mine took them by the legs and the arms and carried them out and poured them into a car where they recovered consciousness. Believe it or not, I never stopped speaking during this dramatic event, but I'll tell you what did happen. The whole "committee" fled, and as the meeting progressed I was alone with my close friends and Mrs. Smith on the platform.
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EPISODE 52 TALMADGE, LONG AND SMITH 55s
The presence of Mrs. Smith always protected me against this technique used so frequently in assassinating the character of good men. Along with Mrs. Smith and me was my faithful secretary, Renata Legant, who has been with me nearly 30 years and has been instrumental in typing the original copy of this record. Along with the three of us was a man who was sort of a newcomer. We had picked him up in California, and he seemed to be faithful and useful, but in a pinch he couldn't stand up; so in the midst of the tough journey in the South which involved rain; mud, storm and hostility, he lost his nerve and asked me to give him bus fare to go home, which I did. Because of his insipid and cowardly behaviour, I protect his family by not using his name.
In Jacksonville, Florida, I developed a nose bleed, and I presume that if I had been doctor prone and hospital prone, I would have been rushed to the hospital, but instead of accepting that treatment I just stuffed Kleenex in my nose until it dried up and went ahead.
We came into Alabama where we had torrential rains and came to a stream that was so high that it covered the road. Policemen were in charge, and a policeman came over to the car and said: "Come ahead, you'll be all right." I went ahead and the depth of the water drowned the motor, and it was necessary for us to wade in this muddy water and be pulled out. When we got to Mobile, the old historic hotel was all torn up with repairs, and it was very inconvenient getting in and getting out and getting unloaded and getting dried off. When we got up to the room, I sat down in my chair, and although my wife could tell the reader that she has never heard me express discouragement or defeat, I think my spirits were as low as they had ever been. In warning the Southern statesmen of the tranny that was to be imposed upon them by the Washington demagogues, I was in many instances ridiculed for being an alarmist. The answer frequently was: "Don't worry about the South. We know how to handle ourselves." Later one of these blind boasters was honest enough to confess to me that if the South had taken my warnings, they might have protected themselves against the tyrannies of the Roosevelts, the Johnsons, the Kennedys, the Eisenhowers and the rest. Forced busing in great Southern cities where little children are kidnapped from their home districts and delivered and dumped into black schools miles away helps to illustrate the hazards that I foretold in that wet, hard, soggy trip through the South.
I went to my writing desk in the hotel room in Mobile and addressed a letter to a man who was a part-time employee of mine in Washington. He was a research specialist for a prominent Senator, but without the knowledge of the Senator he took pay from me to do special research. I wrote him a letter saying: "Did anyone fighting and working alone in history ever get any place? If you can find the answer to that question, please write me air mail special delivery so that I will get the letter by the time I reach New Orleans."
This man was a very faithful and meticulous man, and when I reached New Orleans the letter was there. It had in it the story of Samuel Adams, who according to history, was perhaps the most successful agent-provocateur ever known. He fought for American independence when even the men who later signed the Declaration of Independence were afraid to be seen with him. He mastered twelve styles of handwriting, and he assumed twelve different names. He wrote over 44,000 letters by hand; and these letters gave the objects of his pressure and feeling that popular sentiment was developing.
It is believed by some that Samuel Adams was the most influential individual in the promotion and development of the Revolution, but when the Continental Congress was held, he was too poor to attend. He couldn't even afford a suit of clothes.
The study of history which reveals the fickleness and ingratitude of people can be quite disenchanting. To illustrate: One of the three greatest men among the founders of our American Republic was Thomas Jefferson, who wrote the Declaration of independence. He was the third President of the United States, and was the founder of the Democratic Party. When he became old he could not pay for his groceries, and he made up lottery tickets at $10.00 each with the understanding that the winner would be able to take his homestead, Monticello. He couldn't even sell the tickets, and he died penniless with unpaid grocery bills.
I have told many a young man who started out with crusading zeal: "Do not expect your reward to come from the people you bless. They soon forget. There are two places to find reward for a noble servant: One is in the satisfaction of the soul; and the other in the blessings which come from on high from God Almighty. Anyone who expects to be rewarded by credit, citation and glorification is due for a great surprise. These awards usually go to people who perform the superficial functions demanded by conventional society. But those who challenge the lethal forces of tyranny, greed and paganism frequently go to their graves unrecognized until they have been long dead."
Many people forget that the greatest leadership mankind has ever known, the personality of Jesus Christ, had only 120 followers when he left the earth, and they were so intimidated, abused, chased, pursued and threatened by the Jews that they met in an upper room, the Scripture says, "for fear of the Jews." Whoever dreamed that a following of 120 people would grow into a multi-billion discipleship across the face of the earth?
Christianity cannot be killed. It flowers with miraculous strength. If it is crushed by an unbelieving clergyman, monopolizing a pulpit, then faith in Jesus Christ springs up like volunteer stocks of wheat in the backyard of society, or in the front street of society, on the highways, or in the meadows. I wrote a man some time ago and said: "Don't be surprised if the day comes when certain cathedrals become museums and meadows become temples."
EPISODE 44
IN THE DOME
An employee of mine, who lived in Washington, D. C., and did special
research for me by moonlighting on my payroll, was also employed by
one of the four or five most important members of the United States
Senate. His research was highly specialized and he required an office of
his own, and the Senator said: "We'll put you in the domeofthe Capitol."
Sure enough, there is an office right in the very peak of the dome of the
Capitol of the United States and it is still there. My friend, an employee,
said to me: "Mr. Smith, when you are in Washington, you don't need to
worry about a place to handle correspondence and carry out certain
clerical details. You can just use my office." Here it was, at a time when
the President of the United States, Franklin D. Roosevelt, wanted to
imprison me, because I had exposed his hypocrisy, his libertinism and
his willing consent to the assassination of the late Huey Long. I'll never
forget the strange and eccentric satisfaction which came to me as I sat in
the dome of the Capitol and said to myself: "What would my enemies
think if they knew that Gerald L. K. Smith had established headquarters in the dome of the United States Capitol?" Those were dramatic days. Many Senators and Congressmen had delivered speeches, or paragraphs of speeches, that had been written by me, but because of my highly controversial personality I would frequently write under another name, and innocent friends who didn't know that it was me would send these statements to the members of Congress and they would either deliver them on the floor of Congress or insert them in the Congressional Record.
EPISODE 45
SCRIPTURAL WISDOM
I learned early in my dramatic career that one of the fundamental
texts in the Scripture for a battling crusader is: "Be ye therefore wise as
serpents, and harmless as doves." I wrote an editorial for The Cross and The Flag some years ago the title of which was, "You Don't Have to be a Nut to be Right."
A crusader in the front line of a bard battle has numerous problems. The greatest problem is not his enemy. His greatest problems are his lunatic friends and eccentrics who seem to think that lunacy is an attribute .of righteousness. When I would address public meetings, I would retrre to my dressing room immediately without standing in front of the meeting shaking hands. I did this for two reasons: First, to avoid being physically attacked by fanatical enemies; and, second, the people who really wanted to meet me and I really wanted to meet could never get to me. Usually after the meeting was adjourned, I would be surrounded by five or ten fanatics who would insulate me from the people, and, of course, people of responsibility who had something to do couldn't stand around an hour waiting for someone to unload his lunatic theories. This situation brought grief to me, because as I would address a great audience I would look back and see a fine countenance, and I would say to myself: "I wish that I could shake hands with that man." But I could never reach him. He couldn't break through, and there was no way f~r n,te to get back to him. So for most of my life as a public speaker, I didn't stand around and shake hands with people at the close of the meeting. I wasn't a candidate for office. I was under no obligation to kiss babies. I didn't have to make false promises. I was and still am an uncompromising crusader who has always been polite and courteous to people, and I never became calloused enough even to be crude to a boring fanatic. My compassion and warm hearted attitude toward human beings have never hardened nor calloused. I love people.
Speaking of the wisdom of the serpent and the harmlessness of the dove, I have put out many circulars under the names of other people. One time I received a letter from a lady in Massachusetts, who said: "Mr. Smith, I like what you write, but I think you could improve, and I enclose herewith a circular which I think is one of the finest examples of patriotic propaganda that I have ever seen." I unfolded the circular, and lo, and behold, it was one that I had written under another name.
EPISODE 46
OUT-HOLLYWOODING
HOLLYWOOD IN HOLLYWOOD
Beginning of 1946, I began to spend about half of my time on the West
Coast and half of my time in the Midwest. In this way I was able to
spread myself across the entire Nation in my lengthy tours and still be
reasonably close to a headquarters base. During these years I lived half
the time in Hollywood, and half the time in Tulsa, Oklahoma, until I
shifted my homestead base from Tulsa, Oklahoma, to Eureka Springs,
Arkansas; the location of the sacred projects which have been developed
by our family and are now the most visited Christian shrines in the
world. (See elsewhere in this book a complete outline of the development
of these projects.) I was in the midst of a campaign to expose the infiltration of Communism into the Hollywood film colony. I was so controversial that I did not dare announce in advance a meeting or a meeting place, because the Jews in the film colony and the jews in general and the Communists and the revolutionists were able to organize mobs against me.
One of the most sophisticated theatres in Hollywood at that time (since torn down and replaced by a bank building) was known as the El Patio Theatre. We were living on a mountain slope above Hollywood Boulevard, and I asked my secretary, Miss Legant, and Mrs. Smith to go down to the El Patio Theatre, saying that I wanted to rent it for a certain night in another name. As the women got out of the car to go in, they turned back to me and said: "What name should we use?" From off the cuff, I said use the name "Cinema Educational Guild." At that time a prominent scenario writer had come into my confidence, and he had turned over to me a quantity of inside information, giving me the names of numerous prominent figures in the film colony who were a part of the Communist apparatus either by' stupidity or cupidity.
I then began to lay the groundwork for what was perhaps one of the most dramatic and subtle projects ever attempted in Hollywood, California. I was introduced to a young actor, who was willing to appear at a meeting with a mask, which would hide his identity, and then name these left wing personalities, tell about their meetings, and pinpoint their association with Moscow and Muscovites.
I then began to advertise by direct mail that on a certain night, Mr. X would appear at the El Patio Theatre. Of course, my name was not connected with it at all. I used other names, and the community didn't know that I was associated with the enterprise. In order to cover the identity of Mr. X, I didn't permit anyone on my staff except three or four of my closest intimates to know who Mr. X was.
The night of the meeting we located Mr. X in the Hollywood Plaza Hotel, and I sent six bodyguards to watch over him, but not one bodyguard knew who he was. He kept his mask on all the time. They led him down the elevator, put him into a limousine and drove him to the El Patio Theatre. By the time they got there the place was so jammed that there were as many people outside the theatre as there were inside the theatre.
Mr. X and his six bodyguards walked to the platform and he began to speak. The revelations were sensational. People were named who had been in Communist meetings and who had sent telegrams to Joe Stalin who didn't realize that anyone else knew it. It so upset the town that it became a factor in stimulating a complete investigation of treason inside the film colony on the part of a Congressional Committee.
After Mr. X had finished his address, he said: "We have in this audience a man who perhaps has done more to expose Communism in Hollywood than any other living American, and his name is Gerald L. K. Smith." Did this give the audience a shock!! At that time one of the leading film gossip commentators on the radio was a man by the name of Jimmie Fidler, who by this time had sent in a request to permit the outside audience to come in after the inside audience had heard the program, and repeat the program, but that was denied. Mr. X invited me to come to the platform. I did so and was greeted with tumultuous applause.
During my remarks I said that I did not want to specialize on Hollywood, that I was not in the film industry, but that there was a man in the film industry who was willing to set up an organization to be known as the "Cinema Educational Guild." He did, and for years he sent out constructive information concerning the infiltration of the film colony. Later he phased off into certain eccentricities which need not be discussed here, but for a period of time he and his Guild accomplished a great good.
The result of this meeting was to change ridicule into apprehension, and the word went through Hollywood that Gerald L. K. Smith had enough secret influence inside the Congress of the United States to get anybody investigated that seemed to be an agent of Moscow.
Sequel: One man who spent much money trying to destroy me was the actor Charlie Chaplin. He never became a citizen of the United States. He became a debaucher of American young women, and even ridiculed and cursed the America which had made him a multi-millionaire. He represented himself as an English Jew and later confessed that that was false-that he represented himself as a Jew because he knew that was what it would take to get ahead in Hollywood. He and his coterie of traitors and semi-traitors were always ready to entertain and roll out the red carpet for agents of treason who would come to the United States from Moscow and elsewhere.
Then came the much publicized Congressional investigation, and there were ten scenario writers and Hollywood personalities who held themselves in contempt of the Committee. They were cited for contempt and sentenced to prison. They were called the "Hollywood Ten." Their chief defender was Charlie Chaplin. He gave thousands of dollars, and raised thousands of dollars for legal services necessary to defend these who had held themselves in contempt of Congress. They made no attempt to deny the fact that they had been writing and acting in such a way as to propagandize people in favor of Communism. The interesting fact is that Charlie Chaplin called a meeting of his left wing Hollywood friends for the expressed purpose of raising money to defend those indicted and eventually convicted left wingers. The meeting was held in the El Patio Theatre, the same theatre where we had arranged for Mr. X to deliver his sensational and historic address.
EPISODE 47
HARRY BRIDGES
VERSUS GERALD SMITH
The Harry Bridges, the labor leader, who was for years considered a
part of the revolutionary complex developed by the Communists, was
one of my worst enemies. He was head of the Longshoremen's Union and
he ruled San Francisco about as Al Capone at one time ruled Chicago.
Public officials were afraid of him, school board members were afraid of
him, and the public in general was afraid of him. He was violent,
threatening, and ruthless. I rented a high school auditorium in San Francisco and announced that I would hold a meeting in this auditorium. Harry Bridges threatened the school board and the city and said that if I were allowed to speak he would call a general strike and close up the whole harbor. The school board was so intimidated that they cancelled my contract. Under the laws of the State of California, I could not be denied the use of a school building, because in the earlier days the Communists, who wanted to use the school buildings for their propaganda, succeeded in getting a law passed that would make it impossible to deny anyone the use of a school building. Then through the years, I found that no matter how the law reads they usually change the rules when it involves Gerald L. K. Smith, because the one thing they can't stand is someone who exposes the tyranny of the "original Jew." That is the one forbidden subject. The one unwritten law is: "Never criticize the Jew, or you will be mugged, morgued and indexed as a bigot, an anti-Semite and as a social outcast."
We went into court, and were still denied the use of the school building. We appealed it to the Supreme Court and received a mandamus order instructing the school board to enforce the law.
Before the court action we had appeared before the school board, and they had voted against our right to use the school building and they refused to withdraw their cancellation. I was followed out into the hallway by the President of the school board who said to me: "Mr. Smith, you are right, the law is with you, but we are afraid of Harry Bridges."
After we had run the thing through the courts, the meeting was highly publicized, not by anything we did, but by the newspaper stories; and when I arose to speak in the high school auditorium in San Francisco, the place was packed, and there were hundreds, if not thousands outdoors. We had been given police guard at the hotel and all kinds of police escorts to the meeting place, and when we got to the high school it was loaded with police. They screened the audience by admitting only people with complimentary tickets to keep our revolutionary enemies from packing the school house in advance. The meeting was a grand and glorious success. We returned to the hotel with a heavy police escort and decided to stay over another day.
Being art collectors and lovers of antique beauty, we decided to go and visit some of the art shops. There are some beautiful art shops in San Francisco. We were looking over objects in one shop when the shopkeeper said: "Are you enjoying your visit to San Francisco?" She, of course, thought we were just another pair of good-natured tourists visiting the Bay City. We answered by saying, "Yes, we are having a pleasant time." Then she came back and looked us both in the face and said: "I can just look at you two nice people and know that you don't have a care in the world." Little did she realize that just the day before one of the most vicious gangs of labor union criminals had tried their best to either kill me or do me great physical injury."
EPISODE 48
RIGGED BIGOTRY
This is the story of one of the most vicious attempts to destroy patriots
ever made, by what I call the treason machine, made up of the television
and radio networks. Readers will remember the day when people were answering on television what was known as the "$64,000 Question." It later developed that some of the contestants were rigged and were winning dishonestly and were dividing money with those who helped to rig the answers. It was one of the most flagrant pieces of public deception ever to be attempted on the television audiences of America. The only thing that has surpassed it is the so-called Watergate Committee, headed by a mouthy demagogue associated with a committee of weaklings willing to prostitute every Constitutional liberty guaranteed to us to flatter the networks and the enemies of the President. They were willing to do anything to destroy President Nixon. No one has been more severely critical of Mr. Nixon than I have, but I have refused to join that strange fraternity of even so-called right wingers who would rather hate Mr. Nixon than to love America. When I was faced with a situation in 1972 where I had to choose between President Nixon and George McGovern, I had to choose between the great self-respecting body of American citizens and a group of perverts, lesbians, women-Lib fakers, demagogues and downright traitors who kidnapped the Democratic Party, I had no difficulty in making a choice.
One day I received a long distance telephone call from a Midwestern city. My caller was the head of an intense patriotic group committed to ideals similar to mine, with some eccentric sidelines. He said: "Mr. Smith, we have just had an unusual experience.We have been visited by representatives of the Columbia Television Network and they have been trying to corrupt our membership, offering them cash bonuses if they would come together for a fake meeting, and then stand up in the meeting and say extreme things like 'sterlize the Jews,' 'liquidate the blacks,' 'hang the mongrelizers,' etc. At first it looked like they wanted us to call just an ordinary meeting and express our principles, but then they began to take members of our committee aside and offer them money to say these extreme things so that they could be put on the air in connection with a documentary which was being done dealing with right wing leadership. The trick was to throw these extreme statements into the film along with the pronouncements of solid citizens like Dean Manion of Notre Dame University, General Walker, the much persecuted patriot, myself, and certain right wing leaders in the Congress of the United States."
I immediately telephoned an important friend of mine in New York, who had established one of the outstanding business organizations in the nation. He later sold this great corporation and devoted his full time to patriotic endeavor; namely, fighting the conspiracy of Zionism. The influence of this man is subtle and unique. He immediately went to the headquarters of the Columbia Network and revealed to one of its officers that they had been caught in this terrible chicanery and that some of us were threatening to take this information to a special Congressional Committee, the same Committee which had investigated the rigged show "The $64,000 Question." They had already spent thousands upon thousands of dollars prowling around over the country putting this fraudulent documentary together, but it brought such a fright to the executive headquarters of the Columbia network that they abandoned its presentation.
When the objective writers of history begin to dig into the catacombs of truth concerning this generation, they will find that this period did not produce any villains which could surpass the villainy of the great television networks.
It is a matter of common knowledge that during the days of violence when blacks were threatening to burn down cities, were rioting in front of city halls and state capitols, and marching to Washington under the leadership of one of the greatest frauds of the century, Martin Luther King, that the television networks would set up false riots, and false demonstrations, and encourage weaklings to demonstrate and say radical things so that they could have a story. In most instances, these revolutionary blacks would march, yell, scream and picket as long as the television cameras were around, and when the television cameras left, they would sit on the sidewalk or go home.
Through the years I have gotten the impression, and I believe my impression is logical, that these networks specialized in creating trouble, exaggerating trouble, and in emphasizing the negative concerning the affairs of government, our social structure, our economy and our military. All through the Vietnam War they couldn't have been any more on the side of the enemy than if their comment had been edited in Hanoi or Moscow or Peking.
EPISODE 49
MRS. SMITH SHOCKS ME
People who have known Mrs. Smith, who at this writing has been my
sweet and beautiful companion for 52 years, know her as a refined lady
in every sense. She is cultured, intelligent, beautiful, modest, faithful
and righteous. We scheduled a meeting in Sacramento, California. I was to speak in the Little Theatre. The place was surrounded by pickets and packed with friends. These were the days of risk and violence when there was somebody at every meeting, in small or large numbers, who actually wanted to murder me. A rather realistic masculine friend of mine had said to Mrs. Smith one day: "If someone were to attack you, do you have any protection? She answered by saying, "No." He put into her hand what the man of the street calls a "slapper," a leather covered, flat, hard piece of metal. You could almost knock a man out by tapping him on the head with it. I didn't realize that Mrs. Smith had this. I was in the midst of my speech in the Little Theatre, and every time I would start out on a new paragraph, a Jewish woman standing at the entrance would scream, yell, annoy and heckle. After she had done this about six times, evidently Mrs. Smith couldn't take it any longer. She walked down off the platform, went to the door and threatened this woman with her slapper, so much so she was able to run off the lot.
I have never been so shocked in my life. I never dreamed that Mrs. Smith would do such a thing, and, strange enough, she has never done it since.
This is a good place for me to say that next to my Christian faith and the deep convictions of my soul, the most important factor in my life has been the faithful, loyal, intelligent, valuable support of my wife, Elna. That is why when we decided to use our inheritances to memorialize our faith in Jesus Christ in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, that I suggested that we name the organization The Elna M. Smith Foundation, to immortalize the name of this beautiful person.
EPISODE 50
SPECIAL TREATMENT
FOR A HECKLER
It was in the days of Huey Long, and it is difficult for the reader to
realize how tense the spirit was in Louisiana in those days. Huey Long
was the most outstanding political enemy of Franklin D. Roosevelt. It
was generally believed by many that Mr. Roosevelt either precipitated
his assassination, or consented to it, and at least rejoiced over it. Every
big meeting had in it bad blood. It bad in it the wild enthusiastic
followers of Senator Long and myself, and it bad in it an element of
murderous hate. I was speaking in a little village along the Mississippi River (population approximately 2,000). It appeared that the whole village had come out to hear me speak. At least, the crowd was larger and enthusiastic, because the overwhelming population was for Huey Long. He was fought by the paid agents of feudalism and a handful of self-righteous stuffed shirts who couldn't realize what it would take to defeat the feudal tyrants who had ruled the people of Louisiana since the Louisiana Purchase.
I started to speak and a heckler approached the platform. Every time I spoke he yelled a profane ridicule. I was strong in muscle and nerve. I didn't know what fear was. In fact, I never have known what fear was. The man drew closer and closer and walked right into my trap. I reached out and grabbed him by the nape of the neck and put my hand inside the collar and twisted it and held him. Every time I gestured and made a point I'd shake him. This drove the audience wild with enthusiasm and only served to illustrate some of the practical methods we had to use to prevent hecklers from breaking up our meetings.
In some of Huey Long's meetings he used enclosed pick-up trucks with back doors which could be closed and locked, and when people became impossible and insisted on breaking up the meeting with noise and heckling, strong men would just pick these fellows up and throw them into the truck and lock the door until the meeting was over.
We need a little of that masculinity today in America! A little handful often to a hundred hecklers can get all the publicity and get all the play on television and discount and underrate the meaning of a great meeting attended perhaps by anywhere from 5,000 to 50,000 sympathetic people. I am sure the reader has observed that down through the years the treason machine, which is my name for the television and radio networks, always plays up this little handful of troublemakers. They never play up the words of the speaker if the speaker happens to be a right winger, or a traditional patriot. Of course, if he is a traitor and wants to overthrow the government and mongrelize the race, then he gets a big play on the treason machine.
About the same time I was scheduled to speak in a park under the auspices of the American Legion on the Fourth of July. The same handful of violent killers, fist-wielding enemies were in this meeting, although the overwhelming percentage of the people were on my side. We just started to speak when two big husky pugs, hired either to kill me or do me severe injury, walked down the aisle in a very threatening manner. I kept right on speaking. Two of my associates went out and met these pugs, and, believe it or not, struck them so hard that they folded up, and a group of friends of mine took them by the legs and the arms and carried them out and poured them into a car where they recovered consciousness. Believe it or not, I never stopped speaking during this dramatic event, but I'll tell you what did happen. The whole "committee" fled, and as the meeting progressed I was alone with my close friends and Mrs. Smith on the platform.
EPISODE 51
A DEAL MADE
I wish I could forget the contents of this paragraph, but I would not be
honest in giving an account of my experiences if l did not tell the reader
that after the death of Senator Huey P. Long it was generally understood that I would lead the nationwide movement which he and I had
organized. We then had something like 500,000 addressograph plates in
our campaign headquarters, and I proposed to use these names to arouse the American public against Roosevelt and his friends, who assassinated Huey Long, and mobilize the rank and file in a new political
adventure designed to expose the traitors and unseat Franklin D.
Roosevelt. Elsewhere in this book, I tell you about the 'Second Louisiana
Purchase' when the representatives of Roosevelt came to the state of
Louisiana and made gigantic financial and political commitments that
caused the organization which was established on the blood of Huey
Long to sell his blood to the political enemies who had killed him. Two of
the men who went along with this deal was Governor Oscar Allen and
Earl Christenberry. Mr. Christenberry for years was Mr. Long's executive secretary in Washington, D.C. Imagine my amazement when I went
down to the headquarters to go through the 500,000 addressograph
plates containing the names of our leading followers all over the United
States imagine my shock when I learned that Governor Oscar Allen and
Earl Chistenberry had ordered the plates dumped into the furnace and
melted. This left me alone in the world, and I could well spell the word
"alone" in capital letters, because the governing administration in
Washington under Roosevelt, hated me enough to kill me, and the
administration in Louisiana which had been built on the blood of Huey
Long had sold me out, and I had no place to turn. I couldn't even notify
our friends because their names and addresses had been destroyed. As I
look back, I wonder how I had the faith to begin with this zero situation
to build a following of hundreds and thousands, and even millions of
people. God must have been my secret helper. next
EPISODE 52 TALMADGE, LONG AND SMITH 55s
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