Click Here for the Article, European Misunion, covered in this podcast.
On this program we also presented the text of the Ezra Pound broadcast below, which was both a dire and prophetic warning to the English people.
[Pound broadcast at least 120
original editorial and manifestos over Radio Rome in Italy from 1941
to 1943. We are reprinting two of these broadcasts to encourage
discussion of them and to point readers toward the entire book. The
full text of 120 broadcasts is available in "Ezra Pound
Speaking": Radio Speeches of World War II. Ed. Leonard W.
Doob. Westport, Conn.: Greenwood Press, 1978.]
March 15, 1942
The enemy is Das Leihkapital. Your
Enemy is Das Leihkapital, intemational, wandering Loan Capital. Your
enemy is not Germany, your enemy is money on loan. And it would be
better for you to be infected with typhus, and dysentery, and
Bright's disease, than to be infected with this blindness which
prevents you from understanding HOW you are undermined, how you are
ruined.
The big Jew is so bound up with this
Leihkapital that no one is able to unscramble that omelet. It would
be better for you to retire to Darbyshire and defy New Jerusalem,
better for you to retire to Gloucester and find one spot that is
England than to go on fighting for Jewry and ignoring the process.
It is an outrage that any clean lad
from the country - I suppose there are STILL a few ENGLISH lads from
the country - it is an outrage that any nice young man from the
suburbs should be expected to die for Victor Sassoon, it is an
outrage that any drunken footman's byblow should be asked to die for
Sassoon.
As to your Empire, it was not all of
it won by clean fighting. But however you got it, you did for a time
more or less justify keeping it, on the ground that you exported good
government or better government than the natives would have had
without England.
You let in the Jew and the Jew
rotted your empire, and you yourselves out-jewed the Jew. Your allies
in your victimized holdings are the bunyah, you stand for NOTHING but
usury.
And above metal usury; you have
built up bank usury, 60% against 30 and 40%, and by that you WILL NOT
be saved. Corrupting the whole earth, you have lost yourselves to
yourselves.
And the big Jew has rotted EVERY
nation he has wormed into. A millstone. Well, an exceptionally good
swimmer MIGHT conceivably be cast into the sea with a stone tied
round his neck. He might perhaps untie it. If he were a Scotchman, he
would remember his jackknife, before being thrown overboard.
You seem to remember NOTHING. It
were better you were infected with typhus. As to federal union, or
JEW/nion. There is NO question of race in Streit's proposition. It is
as proposed a union of slaves, under jewry. Offered by liars and
abettors of thieves.
You have stolen land from your late
Allies, and land slips from your control. The ONLY conquests of
Britain and Rosenfeld are conquests FROM their alleged allies.
All right, say that Franklin Delany
swipes ALL South America - to what end? And ruin the United States of
America while he is doing it. What's that to you? It is not England's
salvation. Will you ever LOOK at the story of empire? You are NOT
even in the mercantile system, you are in a fake mercantile system,
not even mercantile. It was for a time called mercantile or the
mercantilist system and defined as considering the happiness of a
nation to consist in the amount of MONEY it owned, and its process to
consist in STEALING, welching, pouching the greatest possible amount
of same (i.e., of money) from other nations.
That defines the USURY system, the
ONLY system Anglo Saxons have known or used in our time.
And it will not save you. NOR will
Judaized Russia. Nor will the Kahal, the Jew's central committee of
bleeders. WHAT is their system? Unvarying, cheap goods, sweated out
of cheap labor, dung dust hurled on the world, the WORLD conceived as
sweat shop, to hell with the 8-hour day, down with abundance. DUMPING
sweated goods, dumped against any and every nation that pays a just
price for labor. That is your ALLY.
And in your past a trail of blood
and of infamy. You bought Hessians to kill your own blood in America.
You bought 'em from a stinking feudal overlord, who was in the hands
of the ROTHSCHILD; that is HISTORY. You stirred up the American
savages against your own kin IN America. But now Eden and Cripps have
called in the Muscovite, to bum and destroy all Eastern Europe, and
kill Finland, for the sake of the stinking Jews nickel mines.
Your infamy is bound up with Judaea.
You can not touch a sore or a shame in your empire but you find a
Mond, a Sassoon, or a Goldsmid. YOU HAVE NO RACE left in your
government.
God knows if it can be found still
scattered in England.
IT must be found scattered in
England. The white remnants of England, the white remnant of the
races of England must be FOUND and find means to cohere; otherwise,
you might as well lie down in your grave yards.
You have for years had cheap goods
DUMPED in from Russia. Your alliance with Moscow will bring no relief
to that wound. Your Jews have ruined your home manufactures. Loans
from the city of London, loans to the Orient, interest paid in cheap
cotton goods, loans to the South American countries, interest paid in
beef from the Argentine, and ruin of English grazing. The laws of
durable government have been known from the days of King Wen. When
empires go to ROT, they go to rot for known reasons.
The Times, Telegraph, Manchester
Guardian, are there to conceal these reasons. Your press is an
infamy, has been throughout our time.
The laws of durable government have
been known from the days of King Wen, and when the Roman Empire
perished it perished from the same follies that your kikes, your
Rothschilds, Beits, Sieffs, Schiffs, and Goldsmids have squirted into
your veins.
Cheap grain dumped from Egypt, ruin
of the Italian farming, usury, and more usury, THAT is the answer.
For two centuries, ever since the
brute Cromwell brought 'em back into England, the kikes have sucked
out your vitals. A mild penetration, for a hundred years they have
bootlicked your nobility and now where is your nobility? You had at
least the semblance of control; you had, let us say, some influence
with the Lords of Judaea as long as they WANTED your titles, as long
as Levy Levinstein Lawson WANTED to be addressed as Lord Burnham. You
could turn the worst edge of their avarice, or rather you could turn
it OFF, the upper or huppar clawses; and turn it ONTO the peer. As
you did without mercy.
But when the same scroungers have
moved over to New York City, how will you manage 'em? The same bloody
minded extortioners, or their descendents. The same FINANCIAL HOUSES.
The same Rothschilds who plotted with Sherman, and Vandergould to
KILL the American nation, who betrayed the United States in the
"sixties". Head office in London, agents in the U.S. of
America.
Now the address is altered. Main
office in Wall Street and Cohen in London. You send Willie over to
spy on us. You send 5000 usurers' pimps over to Washington and give
special passports, diplomatic, to inveigle the United States into
your plans to get cannon fodder from Idaho and from Iowa to weld your
slaves cellar on Europe. And this time you get dumped into the ash
can.
You have even forgotten your
Kipling. Pig Baldwin has forgotten his cousin; if his obscene and
treacherous mind ever grasped the meaning of Rudyard's stories. Let
me recall one passage to the sow face:
"The Americans," wrote
Rudyard, "obligingly slaughtered each other in order that the
Czechoslovaks might inherit Boston Common." Cras tibi [tomorrow
is for you], tomorrow is your turn. Damn it all, you slaughtered the
flower of England in the Boer War. Then in 1914 in the first three
months, the best of you went out and got slaughtered.
. . .been seen only too clearly. And
your foul papers, the filth of your newsprint has been subsidized to
keep your minds off it.
A dirty bit of meat by the name of
Gollancz has used your book trade to conceal it. You have almost NO
means of communication.
When a Brooks Adams writes five
volumes that would help you to see it, six copies reach England. You
have LOST the health of the mind. God knows how the scattered handful
of Englishmen still in England can still speak one with another.
[The reference is to Brooks Adams, a
grandson of John Quincy Adams and great-grandson of John Adams, a
critic of capitalism (which is not the same as free enterprise) who
wrote The Law of Civilization and Decay (1895), and America's
Economic Supremacy (1900). A few of the grandsons of John Quincy
Adams were apparently great writers of histories, but are horribly
neglected today. - WRF]
I see NO remedy in your parliament.
I don't mean as parliament. I mean in the personnel. It is your
problem. You do not NOW even elect your own parliament. Whether WITH
an election you could get anything save old dead meat, I do not know.
During the last war a few men had a glimmer of instinct. On whatever
formula, they called it pacifism. Was it? All of 'em I ever met were
pugnacious. Was it an instinct to save the butt end of the RACE by
not fighting? Is it a mistake to combat Germans by force?
Is there a RACE left in England? Has
it ANY will left to survive? You can carry slaughter to Ireland. Will
that save you? I doubt it. Nothing can save you, save a purge.
Nothing can save you, save an affirmation that you are English.
Whore Belisha is NOT. Isaacs is not.
No Sassoon is an Englishman, racially. No Rothschild is English, no
Strakosch is English, no Roosevelt is English, no Baruch, Morgenthau,
Cohen, Lehman, Warburg, Kuhn, Khan, Baruch, Schiff, Sieff, or Solomon
was ever yet bom Anglo-Saxon.
And it is for this filth that you
fight. It is for this filth that you have murdered your empire, and
it is this filth that elects your politicians.
You have lost your tradition. You
have not even learned what Lord Byron told you. You are, as even that
foul rag the Times tells you, a little late in making a start.
In the year 1942 Anno Domini, there
is only one start you can make. And that is a start toward being
England. A refusal to be a province of Israel, or an outpost of
Yankee-Judaea.
Quando tutti saremo forti [Italian:
When all we are strong]
