Matt Hale

[April]

Originally Posted by Grogan

Blah blah blah blah? Blah Blah Blah....Jabber jabber....I am a troll..yack yack....working for the SPLC....

Tune in next week for another adventure of "The Stinky Movement: Who has the Toilet Paper?"

Whatever dude, you have a total of 32 posts and you have been on this site a whole month....

[April]

Originally Posted by Rounder

She went to all the bother of digging up a 2-year old posting just to smear Will, knowing he can't defend himself. And least we forget, while he was here, he exposed the slut, and disapproved every one of her lies.

No I didnt you hysterical ninny, I just revived the post to let people know they could write to Matt again....

Oh and here is the proof of what Klassen wrote about your buddy Will:

Ben Klassen On Will Williams

The following is a direct transcription of part of Chapter 35 of the last
book written and published by Ben Klassen, entitled "Trials, Tribulations, and Triumphs", Copyright 1993. The transcript runs from page 213 to 219 of the book. Only the sections pertinent to Will W. Williams are included here.



Chapter 35.

LUCINDA AND WILL WILLIAMS


Bobbi Johnson left with her car, the U-Haul, and all her kit and kaboodle on April 16, 1988. (I will never forget the day!) As if by
coincidence, and perhaps it was, no sooner had she left than one Sunday afternoon a young couple (in their late 30s) showed up at the house and said they had been hearing much about our movement and were very much interested in learning more, perhaps joining. Their names were Lucinda Coleman and Will White Williams. They were from Raleigh, North Carolina and Will said he had been active in different White racial movements for several years. In fact, he had been quite active in Glenn Miller's group until that movement was broken up by JOG.

The young man and young woman were not married, but said they had been going together, and living together, for six years off and on, although the going sometimes had been rather rough. Cindy, as Lucinda was called, had been married before, had an 11 year-old daughter named Heather, but had been divorced for some time. Heather at the time was living with her father. Will was a Vietnam veteran and had never been married. He had read only one of my books, BUILDING A WHITER AND BRIGHTER WORLD, which someone had incidentally given to him. However, that was enough, he said, to really get him going and that he had finally found the movement he had
been looking for. All the other racial movements he knew of either
embraced, or tolerated, Jewish Christianity, and he had decided a long time ago that he wanted no part of that Jewish garbage. They said they had stopped by our church a few weeks ago when Bobbi was there but had not gotten much cooperation or information. Well, I said, they had come to the right place this time.

Evidently, the experiences of the Vietnam war, in which Will had
been in Army Intelligence, had left a deep impression on him, such that
after all these years he still had not recovered from its psychological
scars. There were times when he talked about it he would be on the verge of crying, and it had affected his whole outlook on the world, on the U. S. government, and on his moral attitudes in general.

I have previously been telling about all the con-men that had come my way, and of whom I had been a victim at times. However, there was no ambiguity about this matter with Will. He openly admitted he was a con-man, and in fact bragged that you can't con a con-man. Furthermore, he claimed that every man (or woman) had some secret skeletons in their closet, and he openly admitted he was going to find out what mine were. Will had been in the architectural and building game for a number of years after he got out of the army, but had finally given up the hassle and gone broke. He also had some bitter encounters with the IRS, and what made him even more bitter, they sent a dumb nigger to audit his returns. After that he had more or less thrown in the towel and taken up painting (portraits, etc.) not only as a hobby but as a means of making a living. And so he and Cindy lived a sort of disorderly and troubled life, together some of the time, separately the rest of the time, when they landed at the Church of the
Creator in the spring of 1988.

I told him of the experiences I had just gone through with the
Johnsons, that we had only put out three issues of RACIAL LOYALTY in more than a year, when before we had issued the paper regularly every month. One of the basics that I was looking for was a good typist to typeset the articles. In the past I had written most of the articles and done the paste-up work in putting the paper together myself. From here on out, however, I wanted a competent man to do the job. However, I also needed plenty of help in answering the volumes of mail, mailing out the book orders, and mailing out the stacks of RACIAL LOYALTY to our subscribers every month, not to mention mowing the lawns, providing security for our premises, and a thousand other items that needed work and attention. I was looking for a good, dedicated man who could do all these things, and in the past such a man had carried the title of Hasta Primus, which in Latin means Spearhead. I told him that in the past such Hastas had received a fee of $1,000 a month, and we did not make any withholding deductions, nor did we send in any financial reports.
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[April]

Ben Klassen On Will Williams, Part Deux

They did let me know shortly, and they moved in on May 15, 1988,
and we soon got things moving. By the end of May, we had the June edition of RACIAL LOYALTY ready to go out. I had already written the key article "I Never Invented The Wheel", but I had it published under Will Williams' byline with the announcement that he was now the new Hasta Primus. From there on out, we regularly published an edition of RACIAL LOYALTY every month, for the next 16 editions, even after Williams left.

Cindy was a rather woe-begone and tearful personality, whereas
Will not only was a con man but he had a mean and stubborn streak in him. He came from a wealthy family, his father and brothers were in the insurance business and in the millionaire class, but Will was not one of them. He admitted he was the "black sheep" of the family and because of his stubbornness, because of his racist views, because of his disdain for Christianity, his father disowned him and they hadn't spoken to one another for some years.

It wasn't long before I began to notice obvious friction between
Will and Cindy, but nevertheless, they were soon going to get married and they set the date. Since Will was a great admirer of Adolf Hitler, to whom many in the Movement refer to as "88" for "Heil Hitler", (H is the 8th letter in the alphabet), Will decided the wedding date would be at 8
minutes after 8 o'clock on the 8th day of the 8th months (August 8). He
wanted me to perform the ceremony, and I was glad to oblige. It was quite a well attended affair, with many of their friends from Raleigh, as well as many other members of the church being in attendance. Even Will's mother was there. (Unlike his father, she was on good terms with him.) Heather, Cindy's 11 year-old daughter was there as well. She was a sweet, bright, and good looking girl.

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Soon after they were married I got a phone call at the house from
Cindy. She was sobbing into the telephone and she wanted me to come over right away and protect her from Will. They were apparently having one hell of a fight and Will was beating up on her. Now if there is anything I dislike more than getting involved in a domestic fight, I don't know what it is, but since she was crying and asking me for help I rushed over as quickly as I could.

When I got there she was still crying, and Will was still in a
vicious mood as Cindy recited all the cruelties he had inflicted on her. He tried to pass it off as just another one of their domestic spats, and
resented the fact that I should even appear on the scene and get involved. This got my dander up, and as Cindy showed some of the bruises she had sustained I laid down the law to both of them. I told Cindy that I never wanted her to call me again to intervene should they have another fight. What did she want me to do about protecting her? Beat up on Will? He was bigger and stronger and thirty years younger than I was, so that was no solution. Next time, if there was a next time, and she was in danger, she should call the police and leave me out of it. And furthermore, if there ever was another row like this, they were both through, and contract or no contract, I would have them removed from the premises immediately.
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Not my words.....but from my experience with him, quite believable.

[Grogan]

Originally Posted by April

Whatever dude, you have a total of 32 posts and you have been on this site a whole month....

And I guarantee you will never know me.

[April]

Originally Posted by Grogan

And I guarantee you will never know me.

Oh really.......man that ruined my whole day......not.

[Grogan]

Originally Posted by April

Oh really.......man that ruined my whole day......not.

Have a nice life.

[April]

Originally Posted by Grogan

Have a nice life.

I do Groggy.......

just a small sample:

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http://gaedefamilyranch.blogspot.com/

[Steve B]

Originally Posted by April

I do Groggy.......

just a small sample:



http://gaedefamilyranch.blogspot.com/

That cowboy is looking right at your ass, Miss Gaede.

[Grogan]

Okay, you guys win.

Good-bye.