The Turner Diaries
October 3, 1991. I've been breaking up my work on the FBI project with some
handyman activity around our building. Last night I finished our perimeter-alarm system,
and today I did some rough and very dirty work on our emergency escape tunnel.
Along both sides and the back of the building I buried a row of
pressure-sensitive pads, which are wired to a light and an alarm buzzer inside. The pads
are the sort which are often installed under doormats inside stores to signal the arrival
of a customer They consist of two-foot-long metal strips sealed inside a flexible plastic
sheet, and they are waterproof. Covered with an inch of soil they are undetectable, but
they will signal us if anyone steps on the ground above them.
This method could not be used in front of our building, because nearly all the
ground there is covered by the concrete driveway and parking area. After considering and
rejecting an ultrasonic detector for the front, I settled on a photoelectric beam between
two steel fence posts on either side of the concrete area.
In order to keep the light source and photocell unnoticeable, it was necessary
to place them inside the fence post on one side, with a very small and inconspicuous
reflector mounted on the other. I had to drill several holes in one post, and quite a bit
of tinkering was necessary to make everything work properly.
Katherine was a big help with this, carefully adjusting the reflector while I
lined up the light and photocell. It was also at her suggestion that I changed the alarm
system inside the building, so that it not only warns us at the instant an intruder steps
on one of the pressure-sensitive pads or interrupts the light beam, but it also turns on
an electric clock in the garage. This way we will know whether someone has been around
while we were all out of the building-and we will know when.
In cleaning out a filthy collection of empty oil cans, greasy rags, and
miscellaneous trash from the service pit which had been used for changing oil and working
underneath automobiles in the garage, we discovered that the service pit opens directly
into a storm sewer through a steel grating in the concrete floor.
Prying up the grating, we found that it is possible to crawl into the storm
sewer, which is a concrete pipe four feet in diameter. The pipe runs about 400 yards to a
large, open drainage ditch. Along the way there are about a dozen smaller pipes emptying
into the main conduit, apparently from street drains. The open end of the sewer is
protected by a grating of half-inch reinforcing rods set into the concrete.
Today I took a hacksaw, scuttled down to the end of the sewer, and sawed
through all but two of the steel rods. This left the grating firmly in place but made it
possible, with a great deal of effort, to bend it aside far enough to crawl out.
I did so and took a brief look around. The side of the ditch is heavily
overgrown, providing good concealment from the nearby road. And from the road it is not
possible to see our building or any part of the street on which it fronts, because of
intervening structures. When I reentered the sewer, I grunted and strained until I had
bent the grating back in place again.
Unfortunately, the people who ran the garage and machine shop before we moved
in must have been dumping all their waste oil into the storm sewer for years, because
there's about four inches of thick, black sludge along the bottom of the sewer pipe near
the opening from the service pit. When I crawled out into the shop again I was covered
with the stuff.
Henry and George were both out, and Katherine made me strip and hosed me down in the
service pit before she would even let me go upstairs to take a shower. She declared the
shoes and clothes I had been wearing a total loss and threw them out.
Every time I take an ice-cold shower I bitterly regret that Henry and I didn't
take the time to add hot water to our makeshift shower stall.
October 6. Today I completed the detonating mechanism for the bomb we'll use
against the FBI building. The trigger mechanism itself was quite easy, but I was held up
on the booster until yesterday, because I didn't know what sort of explosives we would be
using.
The people in Unit 8 had planned to raid a supply shed in one of the areas
where the Washington subway system is being extended, but they didn't have any luck at all
until yesterday- and then not much. They were only able to steal two cases of blasting
gelatin, and one case wasn't even full. Less than 100 pounds.
But that solved my problem, at least. The blasting gelatin is sensitive enough
to be initiated by one of my homemade lead azide detonators, and 100 pounds of it will be
more than sufficient to detonate the main charge, when and if Unit 8 finds more
explosives, regardless of what they are or how they are packaged.
I packed about four pounds of the blasting gelatin into an empty applesauce
can, primed it, placed the batteries and timing mechanism in the top of the can, and wired
them to a small toggle switch on the end of a 20-foot extension cord. When we load the
truck with explosives, the can will go in back, on top of the two cases of blasting
gelatin. We'll have to poke small holes in the walls of the trailer and the cab to run the
extension cord and the switch into the cab.
Either George or Henry-probably Henry-will drive the truck into the
freight-receiving area inside the FBI building. Before he gets out of the cab he will flip
the switch, starting the timer. Ten minutes later the explosives will go off. If we're
lucky, that will be the end of the FBI building-and the government's new
three-billion-dollar computer complex for their internal-passport system.
Six or seven years ago, when they first started releasing "trial
balloons" to see what the public reaction to the new passport system would be, it was
said that its main purpose would be to detect illegal aliens, so they could be deported.
Although some citizens were properly suspicious of the whole scheme, most
swallowed the government's explanation of why the passports were needed. Thus, many labor
union members, who saw illegal aliens as a threat to their jobs during a time of high
unemployment, thought it was a fine idea, while liberals generally opposed it because it
sounded "racist"-illegal aliens being virtually all non-White. Later, when the
government granted automatic citizenship to everyone who had managed to sneak across the
Mexican border and remain in the country for two years, the liberal opposition
evaporated-except for a hard core of libertarians who were still suspicious.
All in all, it has been depressingly easy for the System to deceive and
manipulate the American people-whether the relatively naive "conservatives" or
the spoiled and pseudo-sophisticated "liberals." Even the libertarians,
inherently hostile to all government, will be intimidated into going along when Big
Brother announces that the new passport system is necessary to find and root out
"racists"-namely, us.
If the freedom of the American people were the only thing at stake, the
existence of the Organization would hardly be justified. Americans have lost their right
to be free. Slavery is the just and proper state for a people who have grown as soft,
self-indulgent, careless, credulous, and befuddled as we have.
Indeed, we are already slaves. We have allowed a diabolically clever, alien
minority to put chains on our souls and our minds. These spiritual chains are a truer mark
of slavery than the iron chains which are yet to come.
Why didn't we rebel 35 years ago, when they took our schools away from us and
began converting them into racially mixed jungles? Why didn't we throw them all out of the
country 50 years ago, instead of letting them use us as cannon fodder in their war to
subjugate Europe?
More to the point, why didn't we rise up three years ago, when they started
taking our guns away? Why didn't we rise up in righteous fury and drag these arrogant
aliens into the streets and cut their throats then? Why didn't we roast them over bonfires
at every street-corner in America? Why didn't we make a final end to this obnoxious and
eternally pushy clan, this pestilence from the sewers of the East, instead of meekly
allowing ourselves to be disarmed?
The answer is easy. We would have rebelled if all that has been imposed on us
in the last 50 years had been attempted at once. But because the chains that bind us were
forged imperceptibly, link by link, we submitted.
The adding of any single, new link to the chain was never enough for us to make a big fuss
about. It always seemed easier -and safer-to go along. And the further we went, the easier
it was to go just one step further.
One thing the historians will have to decide-if any men of our race survive to write a
history of this era-is the relative importance of deliberation and inadvertence in
converting us from a society of free men to a herd of human cattle.
That is, can we justly blame what has happened to us entirely on deliberate
subversion, carried out through the insidious propaganda of the controlled mass media, the
schools, the churches, and the government? Or must we place a large share of the blame on
inadvertent decadence - on the spiritually debilitating life style into which the Western
people have allowed themselves to slip in the twentieth century?
Probably the two things are intertwined, and it will be difficult to blame
either cause separately. Brainwashing has made decadence more acceptable to us, and
decadence has made us less resistant to brainwashing. In any event, we are too close to
the trees now to see the outline of the forest very clearly.
But one thing which is quite clear is that much more than our freedom is at
stake. If the Organization fails in its task now, everything will be lost-our history, our
heritage, all the blood and sacrifices and upward striving of countless thousands of
years. The Enemy we are fighting fully intends to destroy the racial basis of our
existence.
No excuse for our failure will have any meaning, for there will be only a
swarming horde of indifferent, mulatto zombies to hear it. There will be no White men to
remember us-either to blame us for our weakness or to forgive us for our folly.
If we fail, God's great Experiment will come to an end, and this planet will
once again, as it did millions of years ago, move through the ether devoid of higher man.
October 11. Tomorrow is the day! Despite the failure of Unit 8 to find as much
explosives as we want, we are going ahead with the FBI operation.
The final decision on this came late this afternoon in a conference at Unit
8's headquarters. Henry and I were both there, as well as a staff officer from
Revolutionary Command- an indication of the urgency with which the Organization's
leadership views this operation.
Ordinarily Revolutionary Command personnel do not become involved with unit
actions on an operational level. We receive operational orders from and report to
Washington Field Command, with representatives from the Eastern Command Center
participating occasionally in conferences when matters of special importance must be
decided. Only twice previously have I attended meetings with anyone from Revolutionary
Command, both times to make basic decisions concerning the Organization's communications
equipment, which I was designing. And that, of course, was before we went underground.
So the presence of Major Williams (a pseudonym, I believe) at our meeting this
afternoon made a strong impression on all of us. I was asked to attend because I am
responsible for the proper functioning of the bomb. Henry was there because he will be
delivering it.
And the reason for the meeting was Unit 8's failure to obtain what I and Ed
Sanders estimate to be the minimum quantity of explosives needed to do a thorough job. Ed
is Unit 8's ordnance expert-and, interestingly enough, a former special agent of the FBI
who is familiar with the structure and layout of the FBI building.
As carefully as we could, we calculated that we should have at least 10,000
pounds of TNT or an equivalent explosive to destroy a substantial portion of the building
and wreck the new computer center in the sub-basement. To be on the safe side, we asked
for 20,000 pounds. Instead, what we have is a little under 5,000 pounds, and nearly all of
that is ammonium nitrate fertilizer, which is much less effective than TNT for our
purpose.
After the initial two cases of blasting gelatin, Unit 8 was able to pick up
400 pounds of dynamite from another subway construction shed. We have given up hope of
assembling the necessary quantity of explosives in this way, however. Although large
quantities of explosives are used each day on the subway, it is stored in small batches
and access is very difficult. Two of Unit 8's people had a close call when they swiped the
dynamite.
Last Thursday, with our deadline for completing the job upon us, three men
from Unit 8 made a night raid on a farm-supply warehouse near Fredericksburg, about 50
miles south of here. They found no explosives, as such, but did find some ammonium
nitrate, which they cleaned out: forty-four 100-lb. bags of the stuff.
Sensitized with oil and tightly confined, it makes an effective blasting
agent, where the aim is simply to move a quantity of dirt or rock. But our original plan
for the bomb called for it to be essentially unconfined and to be able to punch through
two levels of reinforced-concrete flooring while producing an open-air blast wave powerful
enough to blow the facade off a massive and strongly constructed building.
Finally, two days ago, Unit 8 set about doing what it should have done at the
beginning. The same three fellows who had gotten the ammonium nitrate headed up into
Maryland with their truck to rob a military arsenal. I gather from what Ed Sanders says
that we have a legal on the inside there who will be able to help.
But, as of this afternoon, there has been no word from them, and Revolutionary
Command isn't willing to wait any longer. The pros and cons of going ahead with what we
have now are these:
The System is hurting us badly by continuing to arrest our legals, upon whom
the Organization is largely dependent for its financing. If the supply of funds from our
legals is cut off, our underground units will be forced to turn to robbery on a large
scale in order to support themselves.
Thus, Revolutionary Command feels it is essential to strike the System
immediately with a blow which will not only interrupt the FBI roundup of our legals, at
least temporarily, but will also raise morale throughout the Organization by embarrassing
the System and demonstrating our ability to act. From what Williams said, I gather that
these two goals have become even more pressing than the original objective of knocking out
the computer bank.
On the other hand, if we strike a blow which does not do some real damage to
the System's secret police we may not only fail to achieve these new goals but, by
forewarning the enemy of our intentions and tactics, also make it much more difficult to
hit the computers later. This was the viewpoint expressed by Henry, whose great gift is
his ability to always keep a cool head and not
be distracted from future goals by immediate difficulties. But he is also a good soldier
and is completely willing to carry through with his part of tomorrow's action, despite his
feeling that we should hold off until we are certain that we can do a thorough job.
I believe the people in Revolutionary Command also understand the danger in
hasty, premature action. But they must take into consideration many factors which we
cannot. Williams is clearly convinced that it is imperative to throw a monkey wrench into
the FBI's gears immediately, otherwise they will flatten us like a steamroller. Thus, most
of our discussion this afternoon centered on the narrow question of just how much damage
we can do with our present quantity of explosives.
If, in accord with our original plan, we drive a truck into the main freight
entrance of the FBI building and blow it up in the freight-receiving area, the explosion
will take place in a large, central courtyard, surrounded on all sides by heavy masonry
and open to the sky above. Ed and I both agree that with the present quantity of
explosives we will not be able to do any really serious structural damage under those
conditions.
We can wreak havoc in all the offices with windows opening on the courtyard,
but we cannot hope to blow away the inner facade of the building or to punch through to
the sub-basement where the computers are. Several hundred people will be killed, but the
machine will probably keep running.
Sanders pleaded for another day or two for his unit to find more explosives,
but his case was weakened by their failure to find what was needed in the last 12 days.
With nearly a hundred of our legals being arrested every day, we can't take a chance on
waiting even another two days, Williams said, unless we can be certain that those two days
will bring us what we need.
What we finally decided is to attempt to get our bomb directly into the
first-level basement, which also has a freight entrance on 10th Street, next to the main
freight entrance. If we detonate our bomb in the basement underneath the courtyard, the
confinement will make it substantially more effective. It will almost certainly collapse
the basement floor into the subbasement, burying the computers. Furthermore it will
destroy most, if not all, the communications and power equipment for the building, since
those are on the basement levels. The big unknown is whether it will do enough structural
damage to the building to make it uninhabitable for an extended period. Without a detailed
blueprint of the building and a team of architects and civil engineers we simply can't
answer that question.
The drawback to going for the basement is that relatively few freight
deliveries are made there, and the entrance is usually closed. Henry is willing to crash
the truck right through the door, if necessary.
So be it. Tomorrow night we'll know a lot more than we do today.