"... And for just a small monthly payment, you'll own two weeks at the nation's best resort."

"We're not a nation."

"What?"

"We're not a nation. A nation is only one people, one blood. The United States is not a nation."

"Are you a racist?"

"Yes, aren't you?"

"I'm whatever makes me money. Naturally, I don't want my daughter marrying a black, but otherwise it's the color green that counts with me."

The White salesman had cornered Jones at a party thrown by Jones' cousin. Jones had been reluctant to come, but he hadn't had anything better to do, so there he was.

The comrades had gone to attend a large White Revolution rally in Canada and wouldn't be back for several days. There were new recruits to interview, and it was Jones' turn to welcome them in and show them the ropes. He'd interviewed seven the previous day and another ten earlier that day. Jones elected to meet each recruit one on one in a public place, feel them out, and see if they would make good members. Since White Revolution is an umbrella organization, the custom is to pass the prospects around to the various racist organizations under the umbrella. White Revolution only wanted members that clearly preferred them over the other organizations under the umbrella. The emphasis isn't on what is the best organization as much as where the new racist can have the best impact for humankind as a whole. Like a chaplain, Jones faithfully explained the different organizations under the White Revolution banner while showing no discernible preference amongst them.

The new members had work schedules or otherwise were making their way in today's ashtray which left Jones available to go to his cousin's party. Jones' cousin worked in finance and was doing well by ashtray standards. Jones cousin was one of those few remaining humans left who could still deny the ashtraying of America. And his cousin naturally socialized with fellow worshipers of the almighty dollar.

Jones talked with the salesman for several more minutes. The salesman had no since of loyalty for anything but money. Try as he might, Jones couldn't hope to inspire any sort of racial consciousness from the salesman. The salesman spied a better prospect for money talk, sports, or even a sale, and he left Jones to seek out the better prospect.

It was time for Jones to leave his cousin's party. He quietly said his good-byes before walking home. Was it fifteen or more like twenty miles that he'd have to walk?

Jones had drank maybe two beers, so he didn't want to drive. Since the courts and police split all DUI money, it was commonly known that the breathalyzers were rigged, and Jones just didn't want to chance it. Calling on a one of the newbies wouldn't look good for the organization, so he decided he'd set a good example by walking home from the party. Even though nobody would ever know, integrity was the cornerstone to any White Revolution member. Jones always had a few leaflets and stickers on him, so he decided to make the best of it and perform his duty on the way home.

Jones had walked several miles before that very same White salesman pulled up beside him. The salesman asked, "Do you need a lift?"

Jones got into the car, and the salesman started driving Jones home. Several minutes into the drive, the salesman got a call on his cell phone. Jones gathered that the salesman's daughter was in some kind of trouble, so the salesman turned to go get his teenage daughter. Jones couldn't completely make out what the trouble was, but they were almost there.

The salesman and Jones pulled up to the salesman's teenage daughter sitting at the curb. In the background was an old large house with loud negro bongo music playing. The negroes were certainly partying down in the old house tonight. It was a large party with mixed groups of Whites and blacks dispersed in the yard. Jones looked back at the salesman's teenage daughter and noticed blood all over her face. She'd been beaten pretty severely, and it looked as if her nose was broken. The salesman had frozen up with shock, so Jones got out and helped the young girl into the car. The salesman suddenly became alert, got out of the car, and came around to see if he could assist his daughter into the car.

The big negro who'd beaten the salesman's daughter came upon them suddenly screaming, "You best tellz dat White bitch to give up the ass next time my homies wantz it or I'llz beatz her again."

Before the salesman could do or say anything, the big negro attacked him. Fortunately, the salesman had been working out in the gym, and the negro learned that some Whites can and do fight back. The salesman quietly gave the loud negro a sound thrashing, and beat the negro to a bloody pulp. Before the negro's fellow monkeys could join in, the police arrived.

The beaten negro told the mexican cops, "Dat honkey called me a nigger and started beating me." True to form, the mexican cops arrested the salesman and Jones.

Despite the police's best efforts, Jones and the salesman were released after spending several days in jail. There were simply too many bystanders willing to tell the truth, and so the police had to let Jones and the salesman go. The negro who'd beaten the salesman's teenage daughter was never charged with any crime or even investigated. And although the salesman was completely innocent of any crime, he still expected to be labeled a racist and endure harassment at his job. But this wasn't what bothered the salesman. After Jones and the salesman were released, the salesman said to Jones, "I didn't think any of this could happen to me."

"It happens every day," said Jones.

"I never realized things were ever this bad."

"Things are this bad. They'll be bad until folks like you and I wake up. They'll be bad until folks like you and I decide to stop worshiping money and instead do something good for our people. Until folks like you and I decide that the world needs to be safe for humans once again."

"You talked about an organization called White Revolution at the party. Tell me more."

"There is but one thing you must learn and understand. It's the reason why we're here. We came to believe that the White Race deserves to live. If you learn this, then I shall call you comrade."

"I want to be your comrade Jones."