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Robert Jay Mathews was born in Marfa, Texas, 16 January 1953, the last of three boys born to Johnny and Una Mathews. His father, of
Scottish descent, was mayor of the town and president of the Chamber of
Commerce, and a businessman and leader in the local Methodist church.
His mother was the town's den mother.
His
family moved to Phoenix, Arizona when he was 5 years old. An average
student in grade school, he was interested in history and politics. At
age eleven, he joined the John Birch Society. He became a staunch
anti-communist and active in the Young Republicans.
Bob Matthew founded the order, a white liberation organization. Bob was murdered on December 8th,1984, by US Government terrorists from the FBI and ATF. Bob fought until his
last breath for the White race, we will never forget him!
Here is our Marytr's last letter:
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TO THE EDITOR:
For the past decade I have been a resident of Northern Pend Oreille
County. When I first arrived in Metaline Falls, I had only twenty-five
dollars to my name, a desire to work hard and be left alone, and the
dream of someday acquiring my own small farm.
During my three years at themine and seven years at the cement plant, I
can safely say that I was known as a hard worker. I stayed out of the
bars and pretty much kept to myself. Anyone who is familiar with
Boundary Dam Road knows how my late father and I carved a beautiful
place out of the woods.
All of the goals I had when I arrived were accomplished but one ... I was not left alone.
Within months of my arrival the FBI went to the mine office and tried
to have me fired from my job. I was working in the electrical
department at the time and my foreman, fortunately, had a deep and
lasting dislike for the Feds. He was informed of the situation by the
mine secretary. Had it been the mine manager instead of the secretary
that the Government goons talked to, I would have lost my job.
This campaign of harassment and intimidation began because of my
involvement in the Tax Rebellion Movement from the time I was fifteen
to twenty years old. The Government was on me so much in Arizona that
during one incident when I was eighteen, IRS agents shot at me for
nothing more than a misdemeanor tax violation.
I left Arizona and the Tax Rebellion when I was twenty. I left not out
of fear of the IRS or because of submission to their tyranny, but
because I was thoroughly disgusted with the American people. I
maintained then as I do now, that our people have devolved into some of
the most cowardly, sheepish, degenerates that have ever littered the
face of this planet.
I had hoped to start a new life in the state of Washington, but the
ruling powers had other plans for me. When I learned of their highly
illegal attempt to have me fired, I wrote s letter to their Seattle
office and told them "I would take no more, to leave me alone, or I
would respond in such a way that could be very painful to certain
agents,(After the letter they gradually started to let me be.)
I soon settled down to marriage, clearing my land, and reading. Reading
became an obsession with me. I consumed volume upon volume on subjects
dealing with history, politics and economics. I was especially taken
with Spengler's "Decline if the West" and "Which Way Western Man?". I
also subscribed to numerous periodicals on current American problems,
especially those concerned with the ever increasing decline of White
America. My knowledge of ancient European history started to awaken a
wrongfully suppressed emotion buried deep within my soul, that of
racial pride and consciousness.
The stronger my love for my people grew, the deeper became my hatred
for those who would destroy my race, my heritage, and darken the future
of my children.
By the time my son had arrived, I realized that White America, indeed
my entire race, was headed for oblivion unless White men rose and
turned the tide. The more I came to love my son the more I realized
that unless things changed radically, by the time he was my age, he
would be a stranger in his own land, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Aryan
in a country populated mainly by Mexicans, mulattoes, blacks and
Asians. His future was growing darker by the day.
I came to learn that this was not by accident, that there is a small,
cohesive alien group within this nation working day and night to make
this happen. I learned that these culture distorters have an iron grip
on both major political parties, on Congress, on the media, on the
publishing houses, and on most of the major Christian denominations in
this nation, even though these aliens subscribe to a religion which is
diametrically opposed to Christianity.
These are the same people who Ex-Senator William J. Fulbright and the
late General Brown tried to warn us about. Henry Ford and Charles
Lindberg tried vainly to warn us also. Had we been more vigilant, my
son's future would not be so dark and dismal.
Thus I have no choice. I must stand up like a White man and do battle.
A secret war has been developing for the last year between the regime
in Washington and an ever growing number of White people who are
determined to regain what our forefathers discovered, explored,
conquered, settled, built and died for.
The FBI has been able to keep this war secret only because up until now
we have been doing nothing more than growing and preparing. The
government, however, seems determined to force the issue, so we have no
choice left but to stand and fight back. Hail Victory!
It is at this point that I wish to address the multitude of lies that
the federals have been telling about Gary Lee Yarbrough and myself.
Gary did not "ambush" any agents. For weeks prior to this incident they
had been harassing Gary, following him everywhere, even to the hospital
to visit his gravely ill daughter. The day of the mythical ambush Gary
was out in his yard when he saw a forest service truck driving across
his property in obvious disregard to the numerous no trespassing signs
scattered about his land. He yelled at the truck to stop but it kept
coming towards his house until it crashed into and destroyed a gate. At
this point Gary fired warning shots into the air and the truck drove
away. That ... was the big ambush.
The newspapers are saying now that Gary not only ambushed three agents
but that he hit three of them. Gary did not even realize that they were
FBI at the time, which is fortunate for them because Gary is an expert
marksman and had he decided to ambush the FBI he easily could have
killed every fed within range of his weapon.
It was until 8:00 p.m. that night thatGary realized what was actually
taking place. That is when approximately thirty agents drove up to
Gary's house. Gary and a young house guest went outside to investigate
the commotion. When the Feds started yelling at Gary he dropped to the
ground and rolled into a ditch behind the line of government vehicles.
The young house guest went running back into Gary's residence. After
waiting for three hours the FBI used Gary's wife as a shield and a
hostage and went into the house. What brave men they are!
As incredulous as it sounds Gary laid in the ditch behind the agents
for five hours with his gun aimed at their backs. Had Gary really
wanted to ambush these invaders then that was a wonderful opportunity
to do so. Gary chose instead to give them quarter, something he would
later come to regret. Gary eventually slipped out of the ditch and into
the woods.
The incompetence of these gun toting bureaucrats never ceases to amaze
me. Especially after their attempted ambush and murder of myself in a
Portland motel. First, let me say that the FBI was not there to arrest
Gary but to ambush me. They didn't even know that Gary was in the room.
The only reason they were able to find me was because a trusted friend
in Room 14 was actually a traitor and an informant. The FBI has vast
resources and the latest technology but the quality of their agents is
going down hill with every new recruit. That's because most of the best
White men in this country are starting to realize that to be an FBI
agent is to be nothing more than a mercenary for the ADL and Tel Aviv.
When I stepped out of my motel room that morning, a gang of armed men
came running at me. None of the men had uniforms on and the only thing
they said was "Stop, you bastard". At this, I yelled at Gary who was
still inside and I leaped down the stairwell and took off running into
the parking lot. A woman agent shot at my back and the bullet missed
and hit the motel manager.
I rounded the corner of the motel and took off down the hill into a
residential area. After running for two blocks I decided to quit being
the hunted and become the hunter. I drew my gun and waited behind a
concrete wall for the agents to draw near. When I aimed my gun at the
closest agent I saw the handsome face of a young White man and lowered
my aim to his knee and his foot. Had I not done so I could have killed
both agents and still had the use of my hand which is now mangled
beyond repairand which I might very well lose altogether. That is the
last time I will ever give quarter.
As for the traitor in Room 14, we will eventually find him. If it takes
ten years and we have to travel to the far ends of the earth we will
find him. And true to our oath when we do find him, we will remove his
head from his body.
I have no regrets or apologies to make for Gary or myself. In fact, I
am proud that we had the courage and the determination to stand up and
fight for our race and our heritage at a time in history when such a
deed is called a crime and not an act of valor. Approximately nine
moths ago the FBI went to my house while I was away and threatened my
two year ld son. That was a very big mistake on their part. After the
Portland shootout they went to my house and threatened my sixty-three
year old mother. Such brave men they are.! I am not going into hiding,
rather I will press the FBI and let them know what it is like to become
the hunted. Doing so it is only logical to assume that my days on this
planet are rapidly drawing to a close. Even so, I have no fear. For the
reality of my life is death, and the worst the enemy can do to me
is shorten my tour of duty in this world.
I will leave knowing that I have made the ultimate sacrifice to ensure the future of my children.
As always, for blood, soil, honor, for faith and for race.
Robert Jay Matthews
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