Here Comes Trouble - Michael Moore [134]
“I’d have to say it’s the most stupid and ridiculous proposal I’ve ever heard in my life,” he shouted from his seat. “If we’re the Aryan warriors that have conquered the world, why in the hell should we back into some corner of the country? I don’t care how pretty it is.”
This rattled the man on the stage, but he went ahead and asked his wife to hand out the maps to the audience. Clearly things had taken a turn as the place was now in agreement with the man who was opposed to “moving off in some corner.”
“I live here in Michigan,” another man chimed in. “I ain’t movin’ nowhere.”
Things calmed down as William Pierce took the stage. He was the closest thing to a rock god here.
Pierce spoke like an intellectual, and far from turning off this wildly uneducated crowd, he wowed them with his vocabulary and his passion. It must have felt good to have someone this smart (and not Jewish!) on your side. He had a physics degree from Rice University, a master’s from Cal Tech, and a doctorate from the University of Colorado. In the 1950s he was cleared to work at the Los Alamos laboratories. He then went on to become an associate professor at Oregon State.
Pierce spoke eloquently of the need to have their movement use scholarly works and even “racially oriented comic books” to reach new people. There was also a new technology that could help.
“Most American homes will have these VCRs that allow them to play videotapes,” former KKK leader Don Black chimed in. “What we will have is our own private network of video programming.”
For two days the speakers droned on, and just when you thought you’d heard everything, a new speaker would present his theory about how “race mixing is now occurring just by working and breathing too close to the colored,” the scientific evidence that a black sperm fertilizing a white egg is no longer the only way to get “nigger blood” in your body.
“Studies have shown that you can pick up nigger cells just by being in their proximity.”
“You don’t see a turkey mating with a chicken, do you?” one old man asked me during a break outdoors. “Or a dog with a cat? Animals mate with their own. We’re the same way. It’s unnatural any other way.”
At that moment an aroused German shepherd mounted another dog. I appreciated the timing of such an act, and I noticed that Kevin was right on it with his camera. In fact, I noticed that Kevin would film with one eye in his lens and the other eye open, looking for what else may be going on outside the peripheral vision of his camera.
But the copulating dogs quickly went from being a source of amusement to a huge problem.
“Hey!” said one man, “Is that a female, the light-colored one?” He realized that, in fact, both dogs were male. He was now in the presence of gay humping dogs. He was witnessing his first homosexual act, and I felt a sense of pride being able to share its viewing with him.
The other men nearby did not think any of this was funny. To even imply that the dogs of Nazis were queer was too much for them to handle.
“Stop filming that!” one of them said. Kevin quickly apologized and pulled the camera away from his face—but was still shooting everything. It took real balls, I thought, to keep that camera on.
We moved over to another area, and I began engaging with more of the participants. I asked some of the young adults what they were doing for work. One worked in a record store, one was in the auto industry, another was unemployed. Their leader spoke wistfully of a time when they would make their move.
“And when is this going to happen?” I asked.
“As soon as the nigger decides to make his move and this economy that the Jews have built up falls apart. In about twenty-five years.”
Standing next to him was his girlfriend. She, too, was dressed in the same black Nazi uniform as the others, but she gave it a bit of flair with a powder-blue scarf and a shiny pendant. She wore her shirt without a tie, and she had unbuttoned a button or two (or three). She had long, curly-permed