A certain Greenland Eskimo was taken on one of the American North Polar
expeditions in the early part of this century. Later, as a reward for faithful
service, he was brought to New York City for a short visit. At all the
miracles of the White man's civilization he was filled with an amazed wonder.
When he returned to his native village he told stories of buildings that
rose into the very face of the sky; of street cars, which he described
as houses which moved along the trail, with people living in them as they
moved; of titanic bridges, artificial lights as bright as a thousand moons,
and many other dazzling achievements of European man.
His people looked at him coldly and walked away. And forthwith throughout
the whole village he was dubbed "Sagdluk," which means "the
Liar," and this name he carried in shame to his grave. Long before
his death his original name was entirely forgotten.
Later, when Knud Rasmussen made his trip across the Arctic from Greenland
to Alaska he was accompanied by a different Greenland Eskimo named Mitek.
Mitek visited Copenhagen and New York, where he saw many things for the
first time and was greatly impressed. Later, upon his return to Greenland,
he recalled the tragedy of Sagdluk, and decided it would not be wise to
tell the truth. Instead, he would narrate stories that his people could
grasp, and thus save his reputation.
So he told them how he and Doctor Rasmussen maintained a kayak on the
banks of a great river, the Hudson, and how, each morning, they paddled
out to a place where there were many ducks, geese, and seals.
Mitek, in the eyes of his countrymen, was a very honest man, and his
neighbors treated him with respect until the day he died.
Truth-tellers often find little sympathy among those they are trying
to enlighten. But I would not be taking the risk or making the effort to
bring you these truth-telling broadcasts every week if I thought that my
countrymen were as limited in their capacity for understanding as Sagdluk's.
Our race has been mentally bound by superstition and ignorance in the
past, and many are so bound even today. And no superstition is worse than
the "liberal" superstition vended by America's hidden enemies.
But the unique thing about the race which built America and the entire
Western world is our instinctive belief in and respect for objective truth,
the truth that stands immutable before our beliefs and wishes, the objective
truth that defines reality itself. Our best men have fashioned Western
science as a tool for apprehending that truth and Western technology for
using it. In the process we have remade the world in our image, sometimes
for good, sometimes for ill.
I treasure the hope that millions of our people will, through my efforts
and yours, come to see the poisonous liberal ideology for what it really
is: a denial of the hard world of objective reality and the substitution
of a soft dream world where everything will be all right as long as we
"believe" the right things and imprison or exterminate those
who “believe” incorrectly. Our great power of science and technology, the
product of our rigorous respect for objective truth, has paradoxically
allowed the mentally soft to survive in great numbers, and such form the
vast majority of liberal true believers.
I dare to hope that the same spirit which inspired Galileo to speak
the truth when lies were what was required and demanded by the powers that
ruled in his day -- I dare to hope that this spirit still flows in the
blood of our people today. I believe it does. For we are not more than
a few generations removed from Washington and Jefferson, from the Wright
Brothers and William Shockley, from Charles Lindbergh and Admiral Peary.
That spirit will not allow America's enemies to triumph. That spirit
will not stand for the lies and filth that spill forth every day from the
controlled media. That spirit will not tolerate a life built on lies. That
spirit, if it still lives within us, and I believe it does, will one day
vanquish America's enemies and bring the truth to victory. If my words
today have made that spirit of truth stir within your breast, all I ask
is that you write to me today so we will be together when that happy day
comes to pass.