Robert Jay Mathews

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Undated photo of Mathews

Robert Jay Mathews (January 16, 1953 – December 8, 1984) was an American neo-Nazi and the leader of The Order, an American white supremacist militant group. He was burned alive during a shootout with approximately 75 federal law enforcement agents who surrounded his house on Whidbey Island, near Freeland, Washington. He is believed to have served as a lookout in the murder of Alan Berg.

Quotes

A Call to Arms

  • In Metaline Falls, we have a saying. Defeat never, victory forever.
    • A Call to Arms, 1983 speech

Declaration of War

  • It is now a dark and dismal time in the history of our race. All about us lie the green graves of our sires, yet, in a land once ours, we have become a people dispossessed...
    By the millions, those not of our blood violate our borders and mock our claim to sovereignty. Yet our people only react with lethargy.
    A great sickness has overcome us. Why do our people do nothing? What madness is this? Has the cancer of racial masochism consumed our very will to exist?
    • Declaration of War, 1983, included in Kaplan 2000
  • All about us the land is dying. Our cities swarm with dusky hordes. The water is rancid and the air is rank. Our farms are being seized by usurious leeches and our people are being forced off the land. The Capitalists and the Communists pick gleefully at our bones while the vile hook-nosed masters of usury orchestrate our destruction. What is to become of our children in a land such as this? Yet still our people sleep!
    • Declaration of War
  • By ones and by twos, by scores and by legions we will drive the enemy into the sea. Through our blood and God’s will, the land promised to our fathers of old will become the land of our children to be.
    • Declaration of War

Letter 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.
  • 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 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.