Along with TT Metzger, Louis Beam has been a charter White advocate of the “lone wolf” strategy in the struggle for White sovereignty. That is the strategy whereby one is conscious of inherent membership in the White race and active in defending our people while these positions and activities are kept covert - and apart from officially recognized membership.

This is a highly advisable strategy for most Whites to play it safe and actually be more effective. These people would be our underground while our spokespeople coordinate and organize our people and our defense conceptually.

In a spokesman role now, Louis has taken it upon himself to go directly into the belly of the beast - to Russia and Ukraine to report on the White on White conflict as instigated by U.S.corporate internationalists in tandem with Israeli and Jewish interests broadly.

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Russian/Ukrainian Trip, by Louis Beam

                         
These are the young men senator John McCain and crazy war mongering generals like General Robert H. Scales, a former U.S. Army major general want American soldiers to help start sending home in body bags. Why? Because the lying senator from the state of Arizona, said they had invaded the Ukraine. Is this true? Did Russians invade Ukraine?

I went on a thirty day fact finding tour to find out. I wanted to know for myself if the call for American young men to kill once again and yet another war was justified or not.

Once, long ago in my youth, having believed the propaganda of the federal government and its spokesmen, I rushed off to Viet Nam as a volunteer to fight “a war for freedom” for the Vietnamese people.  After two tours of heavy combat which included the Tet offensive of 1968,  I came home having proudly served my country only to watch on television a few years later as North Vietnamese tanks rolled into Saigon May 1, 1975. While these tanks rolled into Saigon the President of the United States Gerald Ford played golf with no concern for the 58,000 American soldiers who had died, the over 300,000 thousand more wounded, and the 2,338 POW/MIA missing in combat. These may sound like numbers to you, but to me they are the young men I fought with, and I see faces, families, hopes, dreams, blood, sweat, and tearful screams when I read them.

From that bloody moment on I knew forevermore that the American political system was absolutely corrupt and would never have my obedience and faith again.  (To my readers in Europe and Russia: do not confuse the military-industrial-police state complex that has become the government of this country through violation of our constitution, with the freedom loving, generous, God-fearing, hard working, sometimes homeschooling, lovers of liberty who are the bedrock people of this country.  The corrupt, evil, war mongering, greedy monopoly capitalist, CIA led Federal Reserve banking government of the United States does not represent the people of this country—only themselves..  We are not the same people.  Do not make the mistake of thinking so. For we who are ruled here, are not of a similar creed, faith, and hope for the future of this country and the world as the corrupt, lying, stealing low-life politicians who now run this country with near impunity for their crimes against its citizens and the people of other nations.

This essay will be about what I found out about the Russians and the Ukrainian people who are much the same in so many ways.  It will not be written at one sitting but rather as the words and thoughts come to me over time. So, if you should come back to this page over the next month (June 2015) you might gain more insight.

Arriving in Moscow May 1, 2015, I went first to the Kremlin and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, for it was my desire to view the heart of the “evil empire” so many American political leaders and their accomplices, spokespeople in the “news” media have accused of invading the Ukraine with no less than “10,000 soldiers.”  If indeed that claim were true, it would be like “the pot calling the kettle black,” as the U.S. military is currently directly involved in at least three wars – in Pakistan, Yemen, and Somalia – in addition to Iraq and Afghanistan for a total of five countries in case you are not counting.  I could name more but that is enough to prove the point.

From the long time American news media descriptions of the Kremlin I had always thought it to be some dark, dirty, dungeon, where evil men plotted to take over the world. Nothing could be further from the truth now.  It is one of the most beautiful places one could view and everybody from the tourists to guards are friendly. What a cultural shock that was to me.  Try walking up to the walls of the American White House like I did the Kremlin and touching them!  If you live long enough to reach the White House walls expect no less than five years imprisonment.

At the gates of the Kremlin:

   

It is quite true that when the theories of Karl Marx held sway over Russia, coupled with the bloody hands of Lenin, Trotsky, Dzerzhinsky[1], Stalin, and Lavrentiy Pavlovich Beria, orders for mass murder and repression came from this place. However, this was not the Russian people giving the orders, but insanely mad evil men who were repressing the Russian people not representing them. Millions of Russians died at their hands and millions more were sent to gulags (concentration camps).  One only need read The Gulag Archipelago by Solzhenitsyn to know the terrible tragedy the Russian people endured under the hands of such men and ideology.[2]  Since the early 1990’s the Russian people have been liberating themselves from this evil that ruled over them so painfully. Little by little they are building a state where freedom is as real as it was in America in the 1950s. Many of the young people there whom I came to know want the same things American youth would like to have and experience i.e., a better future for themselves, good jobs, sufficient wealth to live comfortably on, and a future without war - especially a future without war. The Russians have suffered in the last seventy-five years like few other countries from the barbarity that is war.  Freedom of speech, religion, and belief has come to Russia and it has been welcomed joyously by the people.

There are wrinkles in this conversion from a totalitarian state to a free one that is true.  Like any large country there are differences in opinion and methods to go about achieving a free state. However, by and large I was astounded at how loyal the people are in general to their country and government in comparison to the U.S. where the social fabric of our nation hangs by a thread as competing interest groups, movements, racial/ethnic groups seek to obliterate the social harmony that was once America, while an evermore repressive government grows more distant from the Constitution, liberty, and the Republic our forefather gave us at the price of so much blood.

At the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, with the children of the men John McCain and General Scales want Americans to start killing I realized that these people, these precious little children are no different than my own. I realized how I had for so very many years of my life been deceived and lied to about other people who I had never met. Why did I believe them?  Why do my fellow countrymen often believe the lies our government tell them?

 
                        Louis now / Louis then
       
We learn from our fights if we survive: Louis in Klan and Nam days.

It can be explained in part by the simple fact that because we are just normal everyday people we mostly go about our lives in hopes of bettering ourselves, providing for our loved ones, and always hoping all the while to never harm anyone else in the process.  That is us.  That is not the government of this country where there are tens of thousands of men who spend each day of their lives plotting for “U.S. interests” which is code words for banking/military/industrial/police state interests.  They are the elite manipulators of public will and opinion for the hidden interests they represent and work each day for.  There could not be a stronger contrast: We are the people who love our families and friends hoping to make the world a better place by the contributions we make in our lives to others, ourselves, and prosperity.

You already know what the government of the U.S. is doing so just don’t confuse the two entities.  Remember us, and pray for our success in restoring liberty to our nation.

It has become my great hope that the people of the world will judge us accordingly and not condemn the people along with our government.  That would be a grave mistake for all of mankind, for there are still millions of Americans the people of the world would much like to invite to their table be it a “humble one” or a richly adorned one.  It is only through understanding this, by knowing that good people are often represented by bad governments that we can avoid future conflict and hatred between “we the people.”

As I gazed upon the Kremlin and memorial at the Tomb of that unknown man who has become the symbol of so much sacrifice by the people of Russia, I came to fully understand that we have much more in common with each other than differences. That most of our differences nowadays are made up by conniving men who foster ill will and division among the people of the world for their own nefarious secret agenda of control, domination, and riches for themselves. That we can by friendship and open minds, overcome any ill will that is created between us. We must each refuse to be led by the nose like hogs to the slaughter in the future. We must know the truth and the truth will set us free. How does this work? As a long time scholar of world affairs once told me “Knowing the truth will make you angry and that anger will set you free.” There is no doubt that such is the case.

                   

Second entry

In Moscow, Max French (a sponsor of my trip) who was on his own Canadian fact finding mission set up a meeting with the Russian Military Historical Society at their headquarters. Our intent was to ask questions and get answers. When the subject of a “Russian Invasion” of the Ukraine was broached to our host at their headquarters laughter could be heard around the room by the Russians in attendance. This was a private meeting granted as a courtesy to North American visitors.

Here is a link to the meeting with a woman translator present. Not all in attendance are shown. Military Historical Society Meeting.

As occurred often on the trip comments were made that such claims were nothing more than U.S. propaganda promoted by the Federal government in the U.S. with support from the American “news media” ( I always use the term in quotes as the controlled establishment media in the U.S. is nothing more than an arm of the military/industrial/police state elite ruling in the U.S.).  Their reasoning for the claim was that the U.S. military wanted another country to extend power and influence in and that the Ukraine had been chosen because of it bordering upon the Russian State.

                         
On the left in this picture is a representative from the Russian Military Historical Society, in the middle the author, and on the right Max French from Canada.

It is quite true that Russian nationals are in the Ukraine fighting as individuals. 

They are there because they have family, or once lived in Ukraine, or because they want to defend the borders of Russia from U.S. meddling and from corrupt oligarchs like Petro Poroshenko and Igor Kolomoisky who are now ruling in Kiev and elsewhere in the Ukraine.  The men who have gone to Ukraine from Russia are all considered as volunteers and are warmly welcomed by the people there who view them as protection from a corrupt illegal government installed after the elected president was replaced in a in 2014 revolution.  These volunteers go of their own accord, provide their own equipment, and travel as individuals across the Russian border to places where they have chose to assist the breakaway regions of Eastern Ukraine of Donbass and Luhansk. The author met and interviewed some of these men, including a young Russian sniper of twenty-four years of age, who claims fifty-eight kills to his name, and allowed me to speak with him about his role there.  More of this information and interviews will be discussed later in this essay.

It is important to realize that the people in Eastern Ukraine do not recognize the new government in Kiev, or any power by that government over them, nor do they give any allegiance to it; they seek independence from the central government and have took up arms only after being invaded by the newly installed oligarchical government in Kiev. 

That invasion is well documented and need be only briefly discussed here.  Let it be said, that without a doubt, that the government of Kiev, has acted with murderous intent killing and displacing many thousands in Eastern Ukraine.  With each new artillery round landing upon the heads and homes of the civilian population there, an ever greater determination to be free of Kiev is created, solidified, and cemented in the hearts and minds of the people suffering from the terror of war, invasion, hunger, and attempted oppression of rights and liberties.

Other Russian/Ukrainian men and women like this young man I met in Moscow have volunteered to render humanitarian aid to the breakaway republics of Ukraine.  They do their best to provide food, clothing, and supplies to the one million or more people there.  That is where my efforts coincided with many of those people met on the trip.  This author with the help of fellow supporters from Texas and Canada brought money to distribute to refugees.

The author and a humanitarian worker to the Ukraine

An Adventure Into The Unknown:

After seeing pictures and videos on the internet of old people without food, children hiding in basements from Ukrainian government artillery barrages, the elderly with no place to run from the conflict it was decided by good men of the states of Texas, Idaho, and the nation of Canada to actually do more than talk about the situation.  While at my present age, I did not relish the thought of a month long “adventure” in countries where I do not speak a word of the language, it was clear to me that more needed to be done than keyboard talking about the problems of the world. When Major General Robert H. Scales ( https://youtu.be/3EJLi23fTPg ) called for American men to start putting Russians and Ukrainians in “body bags” it became clear to me that I must go and render any aid and assistance to the victims of war there and know the truth for myself. It aided my thinking by having the long held belief that if the U.S. government/media was calling for war, death, destruction, and body bags the government had to be supporting the wrong side and there would be more to the story than the American people were being told.  It turned out that I was quite right in that last assumption.

Once, a long time ago now, I had brought war as a U.S. soldier to Viet Nam. Now much wiser and knowledgeable about the world around me I wanted to bring peace.  A small effort in the big picture of things, but a very large effort on the individual level.  As it turned out I was welcomed and treated like royalty by the people whom I met and came into contact with in Russia and by the Ukrainians I encountered.  My desire to help people that I did not know and to learn the truth about events there astounded many people I met.  Some people found it difficult to believe that not all Americans wanted war, death, drones, and military intervention into the affairs of yet another nation. 

The American people are admired by the Russian people while the government is despised by most of them.  In this we had a great laugh for I told them that most American citizens also despise the government and its abuse of American citizens.  I explained that we love our country like few others do their nation but were quick to criticize the “Federals” when they were wrong.  (Which seems like the majority of the time nowadays.)  When I spoke of Federal government spying, abuse, corruption, etc. here at home they asked me why such a great people would endure such acts of abuse.  I explained that most Americans maintained hope and faith that they could change things through the electoral system of voting, and unfortunately, were quick to believe drivel they were fed via the “news media.”

Russians are very proud of their federation and believe it to be a protector of their rights in the world.  I was present at the 70th anniversary of the end of World War II and the victory parade held in Moscow on May 9th.  It was an astounding sight to see a small part of the over 500,000 Russians who gathered in Moscow to celebrate the end of that most terrible war. 

Few people have suffered war and invasion like the Russians,  and they are quite quick to proclaim that no one occupies their land with impunity.  Invasions in the past by the Huns, Golden Horde,Tatars, Tamerlane, the French under Napoleon, the Germans, and many others, never went well for those who invaded.  They are a hardy people who intend on surviving whatever fate may bring their way and to live their lives without interference from abroad.  Woe unto the nation that enters their land with malice in their heart!  I came to understand this quite well during the victory parade in a most remarkable incident that should be mentioned here.  The parade was long with lots of soldiers, equipment, missiles, and large numbers of troops marching. From time to time the people would clap and shout as troops and equipment went by.  But there was only one time loud cheering broke out from the crowd.  That was when the Russian mobile nukes went by in front of the crowd. 

                 

And then all at once a huge cheer erupted from the crowd, everyone around me begin to clap and shout at the sight of these terrible weapons.  It was a strange surreal moment.  My countrymen would never cheer for nukes.  Ban them, oppose them, remove them, this I can understand; cheering at the sight of nuclear weapons?  This was the most foreign of moments for me as a Texan in Russia and I wanted to known why this was their reaction to the weapons.

         
People made it clear to me that they saw those terrible weapons as protection from countries who meant them harm.  They were viewed as a sort of “safety net” to protect them from any and all who would wish to injure them. 

                   
Only then did I come to understand the Russian people in a way that I hadn’t before.

                         

End of Post 2

[1] Domestic Repressions and Executions  “The Cheka is not a court,” Dzerzhinsky said. “We stand for organized terror. The Cheka is obligated to defend the revolution and conquer the enemy even if its sword does by chance sometimes fall upon the heads of the innocent.” [Quoted in Louis Rapoport, Stalin’s War against the Jews: The Doctors’ Plot and the Soviet Solution (New York: The Free Press, 1990), p. 31]

[2] I was shocked to learn that many young people in Russia had not read the works of Solzhenitsyn. To not know Solzhenitsyn and be a Russian is equivalent to not knowing Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, and Pushkin. I then consoled myself by the knowledge that many American youth had read nothing of the works of Jefferson, Madison, or John Locke.

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Russian/Ukrainian Trip By Louis Beam - continued, Part 3:

Nukes For Peace?

At first this popular Russian idea of nukes for peace did not resonate. I pondered this attitude I thought back to my own experiences of such issues in my country.

Then such thinking rang home as I remembered that my whole life the government in the U.S. had explained the reason they had to have so many nuclear weapons in the military arsenal was to insure the “peace and safety” of America.  Yeah I had heard this before many times as it was explained why billions upon billions of dollars had to be spent by the military/industrial complex in the development and research of nukes.  So in retrospect the concept was not that foreign.  If America needed them for peace then why could not the Russian citizens need them to insure their borders and safety?  Really once I thought about it the only difference were the cheerleaders for the nukes, in Russia the people, in the U.S. the government.  In either case “peace” was really Orwellian speak for total annihilation of the world and everyone in it. This is not good.  But nukes are not my purpose for the trip so I move on retaining the thought that this whole business is more a comment on mankind in general and his propensity to destroy others of his species.

               

A Visit To The Meat Grinder

I knew from the moment the trip was on to Moscow that I would have to see where the Cheka (later NKVD) installed their human meat grinder in Lubyanka prison near the Kremlin.  The grinder was connected to the sewer below and was used by the guards to easily obtain confessions from completely innocent people who then were often, after signing the confession, fed into it.  Lubyanka was ran by Communist secret police and created such fear and absolute terror in the minds and hearts of people that resistance to the communists became almost always an act of suicide. Such was the fear generated that resistance ceased for the most part and acceptance became the norm.  I had many years previous read a book about what it was like to be a prisoner there and sent through the system, by a Russian who lived to tell the story (the name escapes me now).  It was such a horrible story that I could not forget or erase the images from my mind and only time would allow them to recede into the recesses of my thinking but not to forget them.  Only after reading this book did I come to full realization of how cruel mankind can be to each other.

In front of Lubyanka are decorated stars where the communist statue to the founder of the Cheka and terror that used to be at that place once stood. Felix’ Dzerzhinsky, no longer stands there and beautiful flowers are planted in his place.  Nonetheless, as was my habit, and intent the entire length of the trip, I spit on the spot where it had stood to symbolize mankind’s rejection of such cruelty to each other.  I was told that when the statue was torn down by the Russians after their liberation from communism many had urinated on the statue.  I would have loved to have done the same but was twenty-five years or so too late and accepted the fact that the Russian people had already dealt with the spot in the appropriate manner.

I walked the entire circumference of the building stopping at the side door of bare steel and iron where so many hapless victims of torture had been brought through to their death.  I paused and listened quietly, wondering if I may yet hear the screams of those long ago forced to endure such inhuman treatment.                         

                   
                                                        Lubyanka Prison

The building is silent now, but mankind must never ever forget what transpired at that place, for the screams of the murdered and tortured must not go unanswered by the good people of this world.

It is unclear to me if the youth of Russia are being taught this black history in schools today.  It was my impression that much like American young people they care little for the events of the past that do not affect them today directly.  A word of advice to Russian educators: if you do not want events like this to ever occur again in your country teach the history of Lubyanka prison to your youth.

                     

I thought of the flowers I had placed at the Tomb of the Unknown soldier and was sure that person, whoever he may have been, had certainly not given his life so events like Lubyanka could occur in his country.  To forget that prison is not just to forget the many thousands tortured and murdered there by insane state officials but is in addition to forget the deaths of all those many millions who died believing they were doing so in the defense of their people.

                   

War is I think, the most prime example of mankind’s cruelty and stupidity towards himself and his fellow man.  Six thousands years of folk legends and recorded history show that mankind has not changed in any measure whatsoever, in his primal urge to destroy others and himself by the use of combat of arms.  Mankind has learned nothing from his history but to place a rosy veneer of images and words over his lust to kill. All words justifying war and destruction are little more than containers to hold the blood of innocents destined to die in conflict. When I think of the 70th anniversary of World War II held in Moscow, my thoughts are for the millions of German youth that died before this day could be possible and for the millions of Russians who died to make the day a “celebration” of victory. War is such a dirty horrible thing.  I learned that day from discussions with many Muscovites that many of them greatly fear that the United States will attack them and once again bring them the destruction they know already so well.  I wanted to proclaim loudly to them that “America would never do such a thing.”  But I could not.  For under the current rule in Washington and for many years going back to at least Hiroshima, that is in fact a real possibility and I could not make a fool of myself by saying otherwise.  Not lying to them about the good intentions of the U.S. Industrial/ Military complex helped me to understand their cheering the nukes as they went by.

                     
Can we just be friends…

My soul burdened with these thoughts I left Moscow.
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Here is the new link to the published web page for the Russian/Ukrainian trip.  It is a published web page now that will be updated as more is written.  This is the link to access the page by.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1l-4Bh979WdU2G4aQPo9Y4XeyxLTIuo1l2wzpoPW5XlY/pub

                                                    Thank you, LB

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Addendum from Beam’s Russian/Ukrainian trip - completed:

Biting the Bullet:

The trip to St. Petersburg was accomplished on a high speed “bullet” train. 

Before the trip to Saint Petersburg the last time I had ridden a train had been in Mexico in the 1980s. I left Mexico City on the way to Mérida in the Yucatán Peninsula to study the archaeology wonders located not far from that city.  I would not advise anyone to go backpacking through Mexico now, as under the current “drugocracy” ruling that country you will be risking your life. That train, barely functional, moved along at fifteen to twenty miles per hour, smoking and heaving as it tried to make its way down the track and through the jungle the eight hundred or so miles to its destination.  Along with various animals, assorted natives, a light bulb swinging from two exposed electrical wires, and no functional bathroom services for the several day trip, and having heard “¿café con canela?” over a hundred times from large women marching through the car at every stop (one or two stops an hour, as the wheels needed oiling often and appeared to be seizing up). Suffice it to say, my description of this ordeal became known to my friends as the “Train Ride from Hell.”

I abandoned that train after three days of torture, having not the faintest idea where I was, and with my backpack walked into the darkness toward lights in the distance. The Mexican government has since discontinued that train service which, I must add, did the world a great service. Honestly, I had rather trade three nights in Viet Nam during the Tet Offensive than spend another three days in that train from hell.

Russia, on the other hand, is a first world country with bullet trains that travel well over a hundred miles per hour. My trip sponsor, Max French, who is a retired railroad engineer, convinced me to try another train ride. It was with some mental trepidation as to the wisdom of his decision that I went to the railroad station in Moscow. 

I shouldn’t have worried in the least. The train to St. Petersburg turned out to be linear opposite of my train ride from hell. It was wonderful, a high-speed trip without a single incident of someone shouting “¿café con canela?” a single time, nor did the Russians ever find it necessary to stop and oil the wheels to keep them from falling off.

Helicopter Gunner Meets Helicopter Pilot:

As was his custom, Max French spoke with almost everyone he met with no need for a formal introduction to start the process. Sitting across the table from us on the train was a handsome man in his late fifties. While I dozed Max began the process of trying to communicate with the distinguished looking man. Because the stranger spoke some English, information was exchanged between the two of them. Soon I was told that this man just across from me had been a combat pilot of a helicopter (MU- 8 or MI 8) in Afghanistan, which the Russians had invaded under communist rule in the 1980s.

As it was my first encounter with a former Soviet military man, I was uncertain how to view him and how he would view me.  How strange it felt to be sitting across a small table from a commie pilot.  In times past I would have relished turning my M-60 machine gun on his aircraft, were that possible.  Now he smiled at me and handed me a piece of chocolate as Max made the introductions between the two of us.  We looked intently at each other with what I can only describe as ”knowing eyes.”  In heavy combat he had seen it all, it was written on his face.  I felt empathy towards him immediately. A different army, a different time, a different place but a shared experience.

As a Soviet warrant officer in combat, as he looked at me I pondered, perhaps he was thinking of the over two thousands Stinger surface to air missiles that the U.S. government had supplied the mujahideen there, and which had been used to shoot down helicopters like the one he flew, killing his comrades at arms.

“So, this is the face of the enemy” I thought. I hated and opposed men like him most of my life. Now, sitting next to him, he looked like one of my neighbors in Texas, just someone who had served in a different army. His smiling face was friendly and we quickly shook hands and traded information. 

The uncertainty of how to react to him didn’t last. We shared experiences and quickly became friends. It was his hope and mine that our respective nations would never be in conflict. We expressed our mutual desire for no more wars, and our hope for Russians and Americans to work together for the future. It was clear to both of us that if it were left up to people like him and me, that desire for peace between us would be most certainly assured. Unfortunately, the very purpose of my trip and being in his country was to help end suffering caused by war in Ukraine.

Former Soviet warrant officer (later promoted captain) Aznabaev Jamir took a pencil and wrote on the back of a receipt his years of service in Afghanistan.  Max made a stab at writing my years of service which I quickly corrected at the very top of the small note.  I can truthfully say that this small piece of paper has become a treasured document for me, and I cherish it.

             

So passed the time to Saint Petersburg.  It could not have been spent in a better way.  I gained much insight into myself, as well as others on that ride. “When Enemies Become Friends” would make a great title for that pleasant train ride.