- After Action Report -
On April 15th the National Socialist Movement held our 2011 National Meeting. With approximately 80 Party members in attendance, along with a few respected guests we started our dinner in a Church Hall. We had a couple men posted outside to watch over the parking lot and building. It is well known that the ara, anarchists, and communist black block groups will attack cars and buildings, as well as women and children. Just before the meeting was to begin, an armed group of about 30 or more masked anarchists launched an attack upon the Church Hall, our Comrades, and one of the cars before we beat them back in (legal) self defense. The commie scum attacked us with 2 by 4 boards, mace, clubs, knives, bricks, tree branches, glass bottles, and other weapons. The NSM was un-armed with the exception of a few chairs and boards taken away from the scum in the brawl. True to form, the NSM did not back down and met the armed & masked degenerates in the street! By the time the melee was done, we forced the commie scum to run away, and local people coming out of their homes had called the Police after seeing all the blood and fighting. A number of people were seriously injured on both sides, four of our men went to the hospital after being hit in the head or face with clubs or boards, each one of those men checked out of the hospital and returned to finish the events. It was an honor to fight alongside of these men, and everyone else who fought on our side. Myself, I was maced directly in my eyes (along with a couple of our guys whom also were maced) by the anarchists in the fight, but I still managed to beat down the guy who did it! Note to self (fist fighting in a business suit is not ideal). The men who had the worst injuries are the real heroes, they set aside self concern and went directly into the fray alongside of us. We have video of some of the violence and will release that shortly. After the Police arrived, they managed to round up a couple of the anarchists and are holding two of them on $50,000. bail for inciting a riot, and other charges. It was clear to all that the NSM acted legally in self defense and did not start the violence. Our motto for such altercations is "Start nothing, Finish everything"! Thank you to all who stood in solidarity with us, including the older guys who I specifically asked NOT to come outside, and let us handle this. You guys have some serious heart!
After the Battle with the anarchists, we went back into the Church Hall and finished the National Meeting as scheduled and planned. Excellent speeches were given and it was a great event, as planned.
On April 16th we formed up as planned and headed to the Rally at the State Capitol. The enemies of free speech, and an assortment of groups such as the jdo, black panthers, ara, black block, and other anti-white groups vowed they would stop us from our meeting and the rally. They were beaten back at the meeting the night before, and did not stop the rally either. About 75 of our Folk attended the rally, a number of people we kept back at the property of the after event in case it needed to be defended against the anti's. The rally went off without issue's, aside from the rain, and a couple anarchists who smashed windows downtown for no reason other than to break things and wreck an American City.
The after Party concluded the two day event on private land where we had giant tents set up for all who participated to enjoy the bbq, live music, and a swastika lighting at the end of the evening.
I would like to personally thank and commend Jason Hiecke and Family for their countless hours of effort, planning, and work that goes into an event such as this. Also thank you to Keelan and Guilt Free Radio, Charles and the troops for being our frontline fighters, Duke and the Security Squad, everyone involved with NSM Media running our cameras, sound equipment, pa system, and websites. Congratulations to everyone promoted for your efforts over the past year. Thank you to Rick and Blake for setting things up. Also thanks to the guys who drove all the way from AZ. and CA. to back us up out East. There are many more people who deserve our thanks and salutes, you all know who you are, and so does your Party.
The NSM's frontline struggle in America once again sets the example.
Commander Jeff Schoep / NSM
April 17th, 2011
Street fighting is what we do
By Sergei Milankovic
I was sitting next to Sgt. Mike after going after my second helping of meatballs from the wonderful array of food that had been prepared at the banquet. Sgt. Mike, a big man, was already finished eating after just one trip and was daring me to go for a third.
“You're off your diet this weekend...don't be a wimp,” he edged me closer to going back 3 times for food.
I laughed and thought about the fact that I'd nearly made myself sick already. The days of travel had left me a little under-nourished. Drowsiness was actually starting to set in.
Just then Captain Wilson appeared in the doorway, “the reds...the antis are here! Let's roll!”
I jumped up along with everyone around me and headed for the exit. “@#$% MOVE!” I shouted as I pushed through the crowd who were congesting the hall. Outside one could see about 30 or so communists, all masked, moving across the street.
Running out, I cursed at them and got close to their line yelling for their toughest to come out and fight me. Challenging people to one on one combat before the main battle begins is an old European tradition. One threw something and a scared looking small framed man rushed out and sprayed mace, which due to his cowardly half-approach, fell far short of me, the target.
Looking around, you could see these were all white people. The Black Panthers and Jewish groups love it when white boys fight their own battles. For more information, google “World War 2.” I spotted a few of the rich kids trying to dig projectiles out of a nearby garbage bin. I started moving towards them, also hoping to break the jaw of the mace-armed slip of a man who had moved in that direction as well.
That is when from the corner of my eye I saw the rest of the fight erupt, right in front of a passing car. It was on! I ran full out towards a bubbling fat man and nailed him solid in the temple. Commander Schoep came in right beside me and slammed a folding chair down on either him or someone nearby—I'm unsure but I heard it hit and heard one of them cry out. I stole a quick glance to my right to see the Commander catch a full blast of pepper spray in the face. By this time the others (names withheld) had sent the antis running back towards the end of the street. I took off after them down the sidewalk with our Florida state leader right behind me---lucky for me!
I was the next person to get hit with pepper spray and immediately blinded after another brief melee. Never had I neglected to wear goggles to every rally I have ever attended. One of the antis jumped on my back, trying to take me down. Our Florida unit leader grabbed the communist and body slammed him. I wish I could have seen it but there was no way I could get my eyes open. I felt something hit my face and knew it was time to get my vision back somehow. I tried holding one eye open but it was so blurry that I couldn't make anything out. Luckily Sgt. Mike grabbed me by the arm and led me back towards the church. As the adrenaline wore down, I felt a sharp pain in my right hand. In the confusion, a typical mistake had been made and I'd landed a punch onto the top of someone's head instead of the temple or the jaw as intended. This proved to be my only real injury. My fingers could barely move and I hoped I could get my vision back then a club in my hands, even if it was my left.
Someone shouted to get me to the bathroom. Someone else called back that the Commander was in the only bathroom, also trying to regain his sight. When he heard I was outside wounded and unable to see, he quickly moved outside and ordered the people around me to get me cleaned up. He was in worse shape than me being that the pepper spray was under his contacts, an extremely painful injury. If I had known he was moving aside and giving up the sink, I would not let anyone offer me treatment. As if seeing him fighting out in front of his troops wasn't enough, he was insisting on us being seen to first! Leaders don't have to step aside. A man with burning contacts shouldn't have to step aside. Oddly, him doing so was predictable if you have known him for very long.
Milk and water applied to my eyes finally allowed me to blink and begin to take in what all was going on around me. Nobody was out of commission and though a few had been struck with objects after being outnumbered, everyone was once again in fighting shape. Shouts of victory and triumph filled the hall! We'd beaten back the enemy at very little cost. It was well worth the honor gained.
Cops were starting to arrive on the scene. Apparently blacks living across the street had called them after the battle had turned in our favor. It was good to see the blacks the communist so adore at least offering them that minimal amount of assistance. The very first thing on my mind next was getting out of the neighborhood and away from the cops, being that I was one of the combatants. The police are never on our side regardless of what happened. Someone asked if I needed to go to the hospital and it sounded like a good idea from a legal stand point. The more of us to go to the hospital, the better it would look when the rich kids with daddy's lawyers started filing assault charges. I was placed in the ambulance by a pair of volunteer paramedics. These ladies were golden! I found a new NSM member from Washington state was already inside. Without being told, he had grabbed a chair and rushed into the battle and continued fighting even after being hit twice in the head with a pipe wrench. We joked around and kept the EMT's laughing the whole way to the ER.
After getting some minor patchwork done, the police came to question us about a “white van.” We played dumb which was easy in this case since we didn't know about anything about what they were talking about anyway. I speculated when the cops had gone that maybe the communists had attacked a van and been shot. One can dream.
All of the hospital staff were very friendly until we left about 20 minutes later. A blonde nurse came out to show off her loyalty to the Marxist system by asking us to leave. We'd called a cab and informed her that they were stuck with us until it showed up. Let's just hope that comment card gets lost in the mail.
We finally left and headed back to the hotel where a hero's welcome was waiting for us. The meeting had continued and everyone but us had made it back on time. A night of good times awaited us!
What the communists accomplished was this: they lit a fire under the white nationalist movement in general, most notably the NSM. With as many armed people as the antis had brought, they should have put everyone one on the ground and out cold. They didn't do this once and were chased away. However, this is nothing a good lying press release can't cure. Running away or using anti-rape weapons in a fight hold no significance with an honor-less bunch of spoiled gang of some rich man's grown brats. Standing your ground and fight off a larger force means a great deal to us. Though it hurts to type with with a cracked hand, it all has to be said. Attacks like these strengthen our resolve. It flushes out hobbyist, social leaches and hangers-on. It reminds us that this is a warrior's game that for the sake of our people, can't be lost.
In the end, I hope for many more attacks like these. Our strong won't quit. Our brave won't run. The ones that weren't there to fight alongside us will be sure to be at the next meeting or get together. This puts people back into the gym or get them up and running before their workday starts. This is the reason you cut your hair short or trim your toenails. This is what causes you to stay up late at night reading about the battles of men like yourself until you wake up the next morning with the book still in your hands. This is what nature intended for us to do just as nature had intended for us all to be national socialist.
And for all you young guys who jumped in, boys, it just gets easier every time. May Wotan reward all of us fighting men.
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