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WILLIAM DUDLEY PELLEY
Father of American Racial
Mysticism
by A.V. Schaeffenberg
In
his prophetic novel, 1984, George Orwell envisioned the kind of society the
world is rapidly becoming. A motto of that "future" time was, "Who controls
the present, controls the past, who controls the past, controls the future."
Part of that mind-control was assisted by the Memory Hold. It was an
incinerator into which where thrown any pieces of information about the past
which were considered damaging to the Big Brother System. To demonstrate how
close the Establishment in our country resembles that of 1984, we present
the story of William Dudley Pelley. Although the leader of a mass-movement
that commanded headlines throughout the decade of the 1930s, his name is
totally unknown today, except to a handful of researchers. Outside of
infrequent, fleeting references to him in a few histories of the Depression
Era, there are no books about his dramatic life; not even any newspaper or
magazine articles. His photograph cannot be found outside the pages of The
New Order, nor any photographs of his tens of thousands of followers, even
though both his image and theirs dominated newsreels and publications of the
time. His speeches are unobtainable even though they were heard by millions,
sometimes over national-wide radio broadcasts. He attracted the friendship
of legendary heroes like Charles Lindbergh and the hatred of legendary
scoundrels like Franklin Roosevelt. Sinclair Lewis wrote a full length
novel, It Can't Happen Here, based on his life. Along with the works of
Theodore Dreiser, H.L. Mencken, F. Scott Fitzgerald and other luminaries of
the 1920s, his books entered college curricula in the forefront of modern
American literature. Yet, no college course in Great Books today features
any of his titles. He was one of the most important creators of the silent
film, the author of such classic screen plays as The Hunchback of Notre
Dame. Despite the man's undeniable impact on his times, his name has been
thoroughly expunged from contemporary history, his books (worse than banned
or burned) unpublished, his political achievements consigned to oblivion.
In
trying to research the material for this article, after months of
investigation, I learned that his only biography was written eighteen years
ago, an obscure university thesis by a hostile postgraduate student. Some
scattered fragments of additional data came from xeroxes of Pelley's own
moldering publications, via dusty library archives. Everything about him has
been tossed into a genuine Memory Hole, no less thorough in its destruction
but far more real then Orwell's model. The Big Brother who blots out all
information about William Dudley Pelley is the same controller of the past
who makes sure there are plenty of school books and pseudo-documentaries for
television and the movies extolling the "greatness" of Marin Luther King,
Jr. or Malcolm X. What could Pelley have done that so struck to the heart of
the System, that ignited such a complete effort to erase all knowledge of
his existence from American consciousness?
Horror in Russia
William Dudley Pelley was born in Lynn, Massachusetts on March 12th, 1890,
into abject poverty. All he could remember of his childhood was that he was
"perpetually hungry and shabbily dressed". Unlike apologists for ineptitude,
adversity did not deter young William from making something of his life. For
him, destitution was not an excuse for laziness and failure, but a catalyst
for betterment. Sill in his early teens, he found lowly employment at a
tissue factory, where he labored long, tedious hours for very little money.
But he saved his pennies and educated himself by reading at every
opportunity. Reading was his only passion and escape from the drudgery and
material impoverishment of his adolescence. He especially loved the classic
American authors - Poe, Emerson, O'Henry, etc. - and dreamed of being a
writer. By his 18th year, he was better educated than most college graduates
and began to realize his dream, when he was hired as a junior reporter for
Springfield's Homestead newspaper. Although his income was hardly better
than his wages at the tissue factory, he married in 1911 and was blessed
with a baby girl the following year. She died around her third birthday,
however. Despite his "frightful sorrow", or because of it, he worked harder
at his craft than ever, his reputation as a reporter of extraordinary
descriptive powers grew and, for the first time in his life, he was
financially comfortable. In his following years, his feature articles in
such nationally-known magazines as Red Book, Colliers and The Saturday
Evening Post where admired by millions of readers.
By
the end of the First World War, Pelley's prestige was such that his
publisher commissioned him as a foreign correspondent on assignment in
Eastern Europe. With a generous expense account and the diplomatic rank of
"consular courier" conferred upon him by the United States government, he
shipped out for Russia in early 1918. To him, his assignment was a fun
adventure, a well-paid lark and a chance to vacation overseas. It turned out
to be something far more. Until his fateful voyage, Pelley was a
happy-go-lucky, up-and-coming author, with no real convictions of his own.
As he remembered years later, the experience transformed him "from a
nondescript writer to a grim crusader."
For
two years, he covered 8,000 miles by train and horse-back through Siberia,
into the Ukraine, across the steppes of Central Russia, into the Far East
and through Asia to Japan. Through all these extensive travels, he was a
personal witness to the communist revolution. He saw peasant woman crucified
to barndoors and a schoolroom in which the teacher and all the students had
been bludgeoned to death, their brains splattered against the blackboard.
There where whole villages depopulated by murder, with corpses swinging from
every lamppost and choking the nearby streams. These victims where rarely
military personnel, nor politically involved in any way. They were common
people, mostly farmers and factory workers. Such horrific sights,
encountered wherever the Reds passed, almost unhinged his mind. But they
were so commonplace, he gradually grew enured to the sea of blood through
which he traveled daily.
He
learned first-hand that communism was not an ideology, it was simply the
organization of the worst criminal elements led by Jews to destroy society.
This was no speculation. Virtually all the commissars he knew (some of whom
he interviewed) where Jewish, while the majority of their activists where
common murderers and perverts "liberated" from prison. They were motivated
by hatred, power and revenge, nothing else. All their slogans about
"Equality" and "Peace" where transparent rues to dupe thoughtless liberals
among the Russian people, their victims. Drunk with success, the Jews
boasted openly of their plans for world conquest by fomenting the same kind
of divisiveness in other countries. They told Pelley that Russia was just a
stepping stone, a base for international subversion. Even their phony
"communism" was utterly dispensable, just like their own followers, who they
never hesitated to massacre on the slightest whim. Their long-range goal was
one-world government, in which the masses became willing slaves, fueling an
international economy with their genius and labor, while the Jewish people
dominated all important positions of power. "After Russia," one greasy
commissar smirked at Pelley, "then Europe and later, America!"
"Hooray for Hollywood!"
Before his political awakening overseas, he knew nothing about Jews, never
heard them discussed at home while growing up and, at most, thought of them
only as members of a non-Christian religion. Returning to the United States
a changed and shaken man, Pelley made his report to Representative Louis F.
McFadden of Pennsylvania in 1920. The politician was so alarmed at what he
heard, he personally read aloud the Protocols for the Learned Elders of Zion
on the floor of Congress, officially introducing this vitally important
document into the Congressional Record. (The Protocols represent an agenda
for bringing Jewish leaders into positions of political and economic
dominance over society. Predictably condemned as forges by hysterical Jews,
the Protocols where verified as recently as 1982, when Baigent, Leigh and
Lincoln's book about the Grail legend, Holy Blood, Holy Grail, established
their historical roots.) Soon after, Pelley was introduced to a Justice
Department official and Robert Sharp, chief of State Department
intelligence. They told him his experiences where entirely born out of their
abundant files on Jewish agitation in Russia and the United States. That
these politicians where so outspoken is a revealing indication of how much
political power the Jews have accumulated in the last 75 years; It is today
completely unthinkable that any American politician would even hint at
criticizing the 'Jewish menace'.
There seemed to be nothing that could halt the "historical inevitability" of
the utopian one-world promised by Karl Marx. Pelley went back to his home in
Vermont and tried to forget both the "bath of horror" he knew was slowly
enveloping civilization. He felt restless and frustrated and became
unlivable, so much so, he and his wife divorced. These were the Roaring
Twenties, when Americans were caught up in the hedonism of postwar
prosperity. People lived for pleasure and let serious problems take care of
themselves. Pelley, too, was not immune from the spirit of his times. Trying
to escape from his own conscience, he fled to Hollywood, California, where
his reputation as an author preceded him, and he was hired as a screen
writer at M.G.M. and Universal Studios. He worked furiously, turning out
scripts for the leading motion pictures of the day. He even scripted a film
version of his own short story, The Shock, which was an instant hit. His
work was of such high calibre, he soon became one of the most respected and
highest paid writers in Hollywood. In the words of this biographer, his
esteemed screen plays for the leading actor of the silent screen "helped to
establish Lon Chaney's reputation and forged a friendship between the two
men. In addition to Chaney, he claimed 'constant entree' into the homes of
Theda Bara, Chester Conklin and other famous actors, producers and
directors."
Busy as he was with living it up in Hollywood high society, Pelley found
time to write novels which catapulted his name into the highest levels of
contemporary American fiction. Both The Greater Glory (extolling the simple
values of life in a small New England town) and The Fog (a love story) were
best sellers and critically acclaimed. He was favorably compared to F. Scott
Fitzgerald and regarded as at least the equal to Sinclair Lewis. But money
and acclaim did not bring him inner peace. Ironically, he originally fled
the realities of the East Coast for the fantasy mills of Hollywood, only to
find himself in the midst of a largely Jewish movie industry that was
perverting the art of film into commercial propaganda, which "benumbed,
anesthetized and generally bilked" audiences. "White we concentrated on
creativity," he said, "furriers from Second Avenue and pants-pressers from
Milwaukee began to open studios to photograph canned dramas." He felt
inwardly ashamed to have anything to do with the Hollywood illusion, as he
was witnessing a shadow fall across his own country, just as it had in
Russia.
At
the height of his career's success and his emotional turmoil, on May 29th,
1928, he was suddenly and unexpectedly confronted by a deeply moving
personal experience. He wrote about it in My Seven Minutes in Eternity,
which sold 90,000 copies. Before 1930, he received more than 20,000 letters
from his readers. Despite the pamphlet's phenomenal success, the author
revealed few details concerning his experience, beyond his insistence that
synchronous events of personally significant "coincidences" are occurrences
in everyone's life that connect us to some Divine Plan. Never before a
religious man, Pelley was no St. Paul struck off his horse by God's holy
lightning. Whatever happened to him, it appears to have been not unlike the
vision of a young Hitler had of his life when, as a 15 year-old student in
Linz, Austria, something in a performance of Wagner's music showed him a
glimpse of his future mission. Such personally significant happenings are
not at all that rare, but usually occur to revolutionary personalities of a
high order. In any case, Pelley saw that he was wasting his time in "the
necromancy of making movies" that where becoming more materialistic, and
determined to devote the rest of his life doing meaningful work, whatever
that turned out to be. He was ready for greatness, he felt, but lacked any
sense of direction.
Most of all, he wanted to do something worthwhile for his race and Western
culture. He was not unaware of the National Socialist Revolution going on in
Germany, but he thought it could not possibly triumph over the enormous
power of Jewry. He remembered how the slimy commissar in Russia had
prophesized that Europe was to be the next victim. He studied Mein Kampf and
wondered if the principles so clearly laid out therein could be applied in
the United States. It seemed too good to be true. Next year, the sham
prosperity of the 1920s collapsed with the Great Depression. The United
States went bankrupt and its people knew real fear for the first time. As
millions of bitterly disillusioned Americans allowed themselves to be
suckered in by a burgeoning communist movement and the transparent promises
of the 'New Deal' esposed by Franklin Roosevelt, Pelley was horrified to
recognize the same pattern of mass-upheaval he witnessed in Russia being
replayed in his own country.
The Birth of the Silver
Legion
When, however, Adolf Hitler was elected to power on January 30th, 1933,
Pelley was thunderstruck. The impossible had happened. At least somewhere in
the world, the people had pulled themselves together in the cause of their
national existance. The omnipotent Jews where defeated after all. If
idealistic men could win power in Germany, the same could be accomplished
here. The very next day, Pelley founded the Silver Legion, regarded by most
historians as the first genuine Fascist organization in the United States.
True, the roots of the German-American Bund went back ten years earlier. But
it was essentially a fraternal group with no political goals save, much
later, preserving peace between America and Germany. The Silver Legion began
as something altogether different. From its inception, its thrust was the
attainment of political power, to someday become the U.S. government and
establish a state based on the fundamentals of Fascism. More important even
than these obvious political and philosophical goals, a new spirit, the
dynamic will of people committed to social justice would be summoned to
inspire Americans as never before.
From the outset, however, Pelley was faced with a serious dilemma: While he
wanted to clearly identify his organization as Fascist, he was anxious to
make it appear as American as possible. Although he admired the Swastika
symbol and understood its significance, he knew too, that it was the
official emblem of a foreign power. He did not wish to create the impression
that he was the agent of another country. Instead , he chose the letter "L"
as the symbol of his new organization. It was simple to reproduce under a
variety of circumstances and stood for Loyalty to the American Republic,
Liberation from materialism and, of course, the Silver Legion itself. He
personally designed its flag, a square, white standard emblazoned with a
capital L in scarlet. For the next nine years, it was to be seen by millions
of Americans, carried into vicious street battles and hoisted over every
state in the Union.
But
in the beginning, beyond creating its first symbol, Pelley really did not
know where or how to start. At last, he fell back on his writing skills and
published a tabloid newspaper, Liberation, at his own expense. It created a
sensation, becoming virtually an overnight success by attracting not only
numerous financial supporters, but expressive writers like himself and first
a dozen or so, then hundreds of unemployed men anxious to sell the
publication from street corners. In decadent big cities like New York or
Washington, D.C., these early activists were attacked by mobs, aggitated by
the communists, so the same enemy that made Hitler's Stormtroopers necessary
were likewise responsible for the Silver Shirts coming into being. Pelley's
choice of the name was an obvious reference to the German SS., but their
presence at newspaper sales and public speeches was not less vital. The
members of the Silver Shirts where by no means armchair revolutionaries, but
tough street fighters. In a short period of time the Silver Shirts became
the Silver Legion. The vast majority of Legionnaires where factory and
office workers, or students attending high school or college. Many where
also ex-serviceman, betrayed veterans of the phony "War to End All Wars".
They saw through the capitalist nature of the Depression and regarded F.D.R.
as the most dangerous president ever foisted on the country. Most of all,
they wanted to sweep aside the liberal-capitalist-democratic System and
build in its place a free republic of altruistic citizens deeply conscious
of their heritage and committed to social justice. To achieve that goal,
they strove to build a real political movement aimed seriously at putting
their leaders in office through legal, constitutional means.
Their uniforms consisted of a cap identical to those worn by German
Stormtroopers, blue corduroy trousers, leggings, tie and silver shirt with a
red "L" over the heart. To offset their European appearance the Silver
Shirts never failed to fly the Stars and Stripes side by side with the
Legion flag, and their official anthem was a pro-American text set to the
famous Civil War march, the Battle Hymn of the Republic. "Silver symbolizes
the purity of our fight", Pelley announced, "and the purity of our Ideals!"
This began what he referred to as "The Great Marathon", conjuring images of
the Thermopylae - "the ultimate contest for existance between enlightened
mankind and materialism."
By
the end of 1933, the Legion's growth was nothing less than extraordinary.
Units were springing up all across the country, as Pelley found that he
spoke as eloquently as he could write. By 1936, he was a nationally-known
public figure, who had already addressed hundreds of thousands of farmers,
students, housewives and, most usually, unemployed people all across the
country. As he described once in Liberation, "Men in the little towns are
suddenly galvanized by the piercing sound of the Silver Bugles (the name of
a Silver Legion drum and bugle corps). They crane their necks up from
ledgers and lathes. Rippling flags go past foggy windows where they've
viewed the world with increasing sullenness during this highly successful
capitalist Depression. They deploy upon the sidewalks and behold the finest
specimens of American manhood doing something to relieve mass resentment.
They want to play their parts." Like the growing Legion of his followers,
being a Fascist activist, he felt "part of the very essence and figure of my
country's current history." His message was the simple truth: "Capitalist
democracy has failed, but out of its putrid remains is struggling to be born
the monstrous offspring, communism. The Russian people failed to crush that
monster in its womb and suffered terribly. I know, I saw it happen. The same
is happening here. It is not a struggle for capitalism or communism, but
between spiritual values and materialism."
Silver Shirts on the March!
Pelley's organization of the Silver Legion was unique. Although there were
permanent barracks for Silver Shirt training and local units flourished in
most states and in every region of the United States, there was no central
headquarters building. Instead, the Chief, as he was popularly known to his
followers, ran the Legion from his Ford touring car. He never stayed any
place more than a few weeks, at most, but was constantly on the move,
traveling from one headquarters to another, staging outdoor rallies and
mass-meetings along the way. Actually he went through several cars per year,
because he was driven an astounding 20,000 miles annually. Wherever he
happened to be visiting at the time was the national headquarters from which
he made all his phone calls to other headquarters. This extremely mobile
leadership tied the various headquarters very closely together and gave
Pelley a tremendous understanding of Americans at all levels, in all parts
of the country, while making him a personally known statesman to millions of
people.
His
plan for achieving power was open and direct: First, he would acquaint his
follow citizens with the Silver Legion program. Then he would enter the next
presidential race in one state only for the experience he and his activists
needed to understand practical politics. With that real-life training, he
would make a serious bid for the 1940 national election. Accordingly, his
support was so widespread in Washington State that his name was placed on
the presidential ballot, thanks to the hard, door-to-door campaigning work
of the Silver Shirts, who collected thousands of signatures on their
circulating petitions. (Here, my research draws a blank, as I was unable to
locate any sources describing the voter response he won. I conclude it must
have been significant, for reasons which will soon by made clear.)
F.D.R.'s reinstatement as president brought closer the "conflict between the
Light and Dark forces on earth" - a prophesy of the coming war against the
Germany made by Pelley in his first national radio speech. His election bid
increased Silver Legion membership three-fold and win some important
figures, including George van Horn Moseley, a retired general in the U.S.
Army, Congressional Representative Jacob Thorkelson, Charles A. Lindbergh,
Jr., and Walt Disney. All of them attended his public rallies and some
shared the podium with the Chief. He was confident that, with this kind of
high-level support and the obvious acceptance of millions of average
Americans, the Silver Legion had a great destiny before it. As his
biographer wrote, "Pelley looked forward to a World Alliance, centered in a
Fascist Washington and made secure at either end in Berlin and Tokyo. As
long as China tottered on the verge of becoming Stalin's satellite, the
Japanese armies in Manchuria defended civilization against the insidious
serpent of communism." Having lived in Japan for some time, Pelley came to
deeply respect the Japanese as the bulwark in the Far East against the
Soviet Union. He was therefore appalled at Roosevelt's attempts at goading
Japan into a catastrophic war that would leave the door wide open to
Communist expansion into Asia. The Chief proved all too prophetic here too,
as the crippled American veterans of Korea and Viet Nam can attest.
As
the 1940 presidential election approached, the Silver Shirts, now 100,000
strong (House Committee, on "Un-American" Activities, Special Committee,
1939), where being taken very seriously by F.D.R. who recognized Pelley as a
deadly serious contender; the Chief might not actually get into the White
House, but he could control enough votes to swing the election away from the
democrats. Roosevelt's popularity already waning, he could not risk his
reelection and ordered the F.B.I. to "investigate" Pelley. Attorney General
Frank Murphy balked at the obvious political persecution and made excuses to
the President, telling him it would be a mistake to make "martyrs out of the
Silver Shirts". Martyrs, schmartyrs - democratic incumbency was at stake, so
he ordered what Pelley referred to as his "Gentile satraps" to make life
miserable for the Silver Shirts. Their North Carolina unit (the legion's
largest headquarters and the closest thing they had to a national office)
was raided by federal marshals, its properties, including printing presses,
confiscated, its residents arrested and jailed on a variety of contrived
charges, all of which were dismissed but only after long months of
financially draining court proceedings. Even so, none of the confiscated
materials, as well as the legally owned building itself, were returned to
the impoverished Silver Shirts; they were told by the smiling judge that
they had the right to sue the government for damages.
Hard on the heels of the North Carolina raid, Congressman Dickstein (New
York) called for a national ban on public display of the Silver Shirt
uniform. The Chief was quick to respond: "Any kike who thinks he can tell me
what kind of shirt I can wear, or that I can't war a scarlet L on it, will
get a punch in his nose that he'll remember until he lands in Abraham's
bosom!" As even his unsympathetic biographer admits, "Pelley had grounds to
believe that he was being harassed."
The
harassment accelerated and he was charged with tax evasion. Although he beat
that politically motivated charge, the great expense and time needed to
defend himself from impending imprisonment sabotaged his 1940 campaign. By
that time (November), U.S. involvement in the widening conflict against
Germany seemed virtually inevitable. Accordingly, Pelley changed the
direction of the Legion from running for elective office to opposing the
Roosevelt and his liberal warmongers. The Silver Shirts joined up with the
German-American Bund, the Ku Klux Klan and numerous other patriotic
organizations, large and small, united in mobilizing mass-opposition for
peace. Here too, the Chief proved his power to win over millions, as
national poles taken only a week before Pearl Harbor showed that more than
three quarters of the American people were against war with the Axis unless
the United States was physically attacked. How Roosevelt engineered that
prerequisite, well-documented by modern scholars, is too complex for
retelling here. After America finally entered the war, Pelley was
heartbroken at what he saw as his country slid into the abyss. His life's
work of the past nine years, all the wonderful success of the Silver Shirt
organization and its enthusiastic grass-root support, seemed in vain. He
dissolved the Legion, even its newspaper; what else could he do? He was
remarried in 1935, but spent little time with his new wife, by whom he had a
daughter. Close to despair, Pelley joined them in the small town of
Nobelsville, Indiana, where he wanted to forget the world he had tried to
save. His years of self-sacrifice seemed "a thankless job, striving to bring
a vision to humankind, as humankind is constituted." But his wife, Helen,
and some of his closest comrades urged him to continue, not to give up, in
spite of the worst that had happened. Somewhat encouraged, he wanted
personal assurance from the new Attorney General Biddle that he would be
allowed to publish his views so long as he not undermine the war effort.
Biddle gave him his word of honor that Pelley could publish without fear of
restraint. Even though the country was at war, the right of free expression
was constitutionally guaranteed.
A Pro-Hitler Roll Call in
Wartime America
In the midst of wartime hysteria sweeping the nation, he launched a new
magazine, Roll Call. It was uncompromisingly Fascist, its famous editor and
Silver Shirt writers unapologetic. They documented the prewar oil embargo
Roosevelt imposed on the Japanese, forcing them to witness the strangulation
of their economy or risk a war to free themselves from U.S. domination.
F.D.R. wanted war to save his own faltering "New Deal" economy by the kind
of mass-production only wartime industry could provide. The Reds wanted war
to save the moribund Soviet slave-empire from Hitler's armies. The liberals
wanted war to preserve the capitalist/communist shell game they imposed so
successfully on Gentile people throughout the world. Worst of all, in
prosecuting war on the Fascist Forces of Light, duped Americans were making
it possible for the same forces of internal decay that rotted German society
before Hitler cleaned them up to take root in our own country.
Pelley sent pre-publication review copes to the Attorney General's office
for government approval. Biddle could afford to appear magnanimous,
confident as he was that the last of the Silver Legion would be hoisted on
its own by the war-hysteria of "patriotic" Americans. But he was
flabbergasted to learn that Roll Call was incredibly successful! Far from
the popular hostility he counted on to overwhelm Pelley, the feisty little
publication was turning up everywhere. And people were openly agreeing with
its notorious editor. Most serious of all, "many copies were found amoung
U.S. servicemen in all theaters of the war," according to Pelley's
biographer. Into March, 1942, print runs first doubled, then quadrupled. In
the space of probably no more than five weeks, Roll Call grew at a
phenomenal rate. Obviously, not everyone was taken in by the
propaganda-factories of Hollywood, obsessed as its capitalist movie-makers
were with "International Finance and Roosevelt in shorts, Confession of Nazi
Spies and Stalin in pajamas, dramas of thugs shooting up civilization, mobs
storming sundry Bastilles and New Dealers breaking sod for billion-dollar
privies," as Pelley wrote then. "We have gone to war because the selfish
materialistic policy foisted on our country has pushed the United States
back to the verge or bankruptcy."
Then, in late winter, he was urgently contacted by a U.S. naval officer who
had been stationed at Pearl Harbor the previous December 7th. The man said
that F.D.R. had lied to the American people about the attack, telling them
that "although damage has been severe, our Pacific Fleet is still intact."
The officer said he personally witnessed the devastation, which was far
worse than the President allowed. In fact, all the U.S. capital ships where
either sunk or badly damaged, except for five unescorted (and, therefore,
nonoperational) aircraft carriers and their obsolete planes. Pelley rushed
into print with the news: "Japanese bombers made Pearl Harbor look like an
abandoned W.P.A. project in Keokuk!" The special edition that hit the
streets was a bombshell, and eaten up by a public starved for truth, which
had been the war's earliest causality. But when the Attorney General showed
the usual advance copy to F.D.R., the President exploded like the battleship
Arizona and demanded Pelley's arrest on April 4th. The charge: high treason!
Forced to break his word of honor to Pelley, Biddle ordered a grand jury to
indict the Chief on twelve felony counts of the Sedition Act. During the
course of his trial, the intensely politically-motivated prosecutor, Oscar
Ewing, a cigar-smoking "big wheel" in the democrat Party, emphatically
denied that the U.S. Pacific Fleet had been all that badly damaged at Pearl
Harbor, and subpoenaed Secretary of the Navy, Knox, to assure the judge (and
a vast, listening radio audience) that the situation was well under control,
with no cause for alarm. As he spoke, American military forces were in
headlong retreat from an unbroken series of defeats throughout the entire
Pacific Theater. But when Pelley's defense attorney threatened to have the
entire salvage crew from Pearl Harbor testify in court to support Roll
Call's controversial report, the judge swiftly dropped the main part of the
indictment.
Now
he was accused of falsely portraying the U.S. economy as bankrupt, therefore
undermining public confidence during wartime. Here too, the defense was well
prepared and subpoenaed Marriner Eccles, Chairman of the Federal Reserve
Bank, who would have had to testify under cross examination and oath that
the American economy was indeed only saved at the last moment by the
war-production sparked by the blood-bath at Pearl Harbor. But the judge
crushed the subpoena.
Sentenced!
To their credit, both Congressman Thorkelson and Charles Lindbergh
personally testified as character witnesses on Pelley's behalf, immeasurably
brave actions when we consider that they did so in the midst of World War
II, at a time when the United States was experiencing defeat from the
Pacific to the Atlantic.
Despite their support and the failure of the leading indictment against him
(to say nothing of a total lack of evidence regarding treasonable activity
of any kind), Pelley was sentenced to 15 years confinement at a maximum
security federal prison. The prosecution had been unable to produce a single
piece of evidence to prove Pelley had committed any treasonable acts; all he
had done was to criticize an unjust war and the evil President who schemed
for it. Twenty five years later, thousands of communists and their brainless
dupes burned U.S. flags in the streets and violently protested American
involvement during the Viet Nam War; unlike Pelley, none of them pulled hard
time. Penniless, he was unable to mount an appeal. Later, Lindbergh told a
reporter for the Chicago Tribune that Pelley was no traitor, but a true
patriot who was obviously being persecuted for saying publicly what a
growing number of Americans were discussing privately. Pelley was to be made
an example of for these people: Keep your opinions to yourself, or look what
will happen to you!
Stunned by the harshness of his sentence, he was a mute prisoner of the war
he opposed. While the Western World outside his penitentiary bars committed
suicide, he read voraciously and thought deeply. Although sad, something in
him would not let him despair: "Some day, we Americans will see in true
perspective what a small group of rich financiers did to us, and why we have
been so stupid to suffer it." As the catastrophic decade of the 40's came to
an end, Pelley's daughter and son-in-law, with the help of old comrades,
were able to raise enough money for an appeal. It failed, but their loyalty
was undiminished and they tried again. In 1952, with Americans dying
needlessly in Asia, just as he predicted, Pelley was reluctantly paroled on
the condition that he participate in no "political activities of any
nature", a flagrantly unconstitutional requirement he was too broke to
contest. Frail in health, his daughter and her husband nursed him back to
health at the family home in Nobelsville, Indiana.
Together, they founded a new publishing company, Soulcraft Press, which
released his first book since the war: Something Better. In it, he singled
out Roosevelt as the man most responsible for setting in motion the social
upheaval America experienced in the Viet Nam era. "He was the forerunner of
today's evolving chaos," which was nevertheless deemed necessary to create a
Fascist-style state in the future. But it was the creation of two magazines
dealing largely with mystical and metaphysical themes that got him back on
his feet financially, so much so he was able to repay all those loyal
followers who had contributed so generously to his appeal. As earlier in
life, writing gave him a sense of purpose and fulfillment. And he recalled
without regret that seminal experience that set him on his difficult
dramatic path in 1928; it all seemed destined to happen and therefore part
of some Higher Purpose he trusted instinctively, even tough he could not
understand it intellectually. In his last years, he was happy with the love
of his daughter and old comrades, and content to know that, even though he
failed, he had done the best be could on behalf of his race and nation. And
his enemies - the enemies of his people - had honored him by long
imprisonment. He also lived long enough to witness the rise of George
Lincoln Rockwell's 'American Nazi Party', a phenomenon that offered him deep
comfort: Someone was carrying on the fight he began thirty years before.
Death and Legacy
William Dudley Pelley died peacefully in his sleep on July 1, 1965, aged 75.
While he was lying in state, someone burned a cross on the front lawn of the
funeral parlor. It was never determined if the fiery cross had been set
there by a friend or an enemy. His passing was observed (with malice, of
course) in the national newsmedia, but immediately thereafter his name was
allowed to lapse into obscurity.
In
1982, the little Indiana town of Nobelsville achieved brief national
attention once more, when a neighborhood boy playing outside his room one
midsummer evening was narrowly missed by a falling meteor that landed at his
feet. "Not since the death of fascist leader, W.D. Pelley, seventeen years
ago," the local newspaper reported, "has the rest of America taken notice of
our community."
Pelley's life as a patriot was similarly meteoric. He was our country's
first political activist in the Fascist style. He was the predecessor to
Commander Rockwell and the Patriotic Movement in America Today. His living
martyrdom in the belly of the beast won him a place of honor in the hearts
of fellow fighters who came after him. He did not fail, as he thought, any
more than a brave soldier who does his best when captured by the enemy
fails.
Historical circumstances did not allow him to create the Fascist Washington
he dreamt of. But in the far larger struggle for world-wide supremacy of
reason, he fought the good fight; his was but the opening battle in an
ongoing war for the final triumph of humanity. The Chief and his Silver
Shirts have gone before us. They inspire us to follow their lead. And our
victorious banner someday unfurled over Planet Earth will belong as much to
them as to us!
Sources
Ribuffo, Leo Pual, Protestants on the Right: William Dudley Pelley, Gerald
B. Winrod and Gerald L.K. Smith, two volumes, Yale University, 1976
Liberation magazine, January 1936, New York City Library
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