AVIATION: A Product of the White Man’s Genius

Col. Charles Lindbergh considers its benefits and dangers.

Editorial introduction and Terminal Note by Professor R.P. Oliver


It is the habit of our domestic enemies to deny that they are engaged in a conspiracy against us, and to pretend that the consequences of their actions just happened somehow and could not have been foreseen. Unthinking Americans believe that, although our great War Criminal once indiscreetly boasted that nothing of political importance happens by chance, since every such event is carefully planned in advance.

The following article by the celebrated aviator, Charles A. Lindbergh, will suffice to prove that the consequences of the Jews’ war against Germany were obvious before it began – so obvious that the calamities which now afflict us must have been planned and willed by the plotters who contrived the disaster that is called Second World War, and by all intelligent members of the race for which they acted.

When Franklin Delano Roosevelt and his partner, Dzhugashvili, alias Stalin, with the help of their stooge, Winston Churchill, finally got the war started on 3 September 1939, Charles A. Lindbergh understood at once the malign purpose of the war and foresaw its consequences. Eight days later, on 11 September, he wrote the following article, which he sent to the Reader’s Digest a few days later. It was published in the November issue of that magazine, which was then the most widely circulated periodical in the United Stales. For a few details about the author, see the terminal note that follows the article.

Colonel Lindbergh’s article was reprinted by John Tyndall in the February issue of his Spearhead,[1] but the Jewish dominion over Britain prevented him from emphasizing editorially the accuracy of the article and its implications.

AVIATION has struck a delicately balanced world, a world where stability was already giving way to the pressure of new dynamic forces, a world dominated by a mechanical, materialistic, Western European civilization. Aviation is a product of that civilization, borne on the crest of its conquest, developed by its spirit of adventure, typical of its science, its industry, its outlook. Typical also of its strength and its weakness, its vanity and its self-destruction – man flung upward in the face of God, another Icarus to dominate the sky, and, in turn, to be dominated by it; for eventually the laws of nature determine the success of human effort and measure the value of human inventions in that divinely complicated, mathematically unpredictable, development of life at which Science has shied the name of Evolution.

Aviation seems almost a gift from heaven to those Western nations who were already the leaders of their era, strengthening their leadership, their confidence, their dominance over other peoples. It is a tool specially shaped for Western hands, a scientific art which others only copy in a mediocre fashion, another barrier between the teeming millions of Asia and the Grecian inheritance of Europe – one of those priceless possessions which permit the White race to live at all in a pressing sea of Yellow, Black and Brown.


But aviation, using it symbolically as well as in its own right, brings two great dangers, one peculiar to our modem civilization, the other older than history. Since aviation is dependent on the intricate organization of life and industry, it carries with it the environmental danger of a people too far separated from the soil and from the sea – the danger of the physical decline which so often goes with a high intellectual development, of that spiritual decline which seems invariably to accompany an industrial life, of that racial decline which follows physical and spiritual mediocrity.

A great industrial nation may conquer the world in a span of a single life, but its Achilles’ heel is time. Its children, what of them? The second and third generations, of what numbers and stuff will they be? How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life? This is our modem danger – one of the waxen wings of flight. It may cause our civilization to fall unless we act quickly to counteract it, unless we realize that human character is more important than efficiency, that education consists of more than the mere accumulation of knowledge.

But the other great danger is more easily recognized, because it has occurred again and again through history. It is the ember of war, fanned by every new military weapon, flaming today as it has never flamed before. It is the old internal struggle among a dominant people for power – blind, insatiable, suicidal. Western nations are again at war, a war likely to be more prostrating than any in the past, a war in which the White Race is bound to lose and the others bound to gain, a war which may easily lead our civilization through more Dark Ages if it survives at all.

In this war, aviation is as important a factor as it has been a cause – a cause due to its effect on the balance of strength between nations, a factor because of the destruction and death it hurls on earth and sea.

Air power is new to all our countries. It brings advantages to some and weakness to others; it calls for readjustment everywhere. If only there were some way to measure the changing character of men, some yardstick to reapportion influence among the nations, some way to demonstrate in peace the strength of arms in war. But with all of its dimensions, its clocks, and weights, and figures, Science fails us when we ask a measure for the rights of men. They cannot be judged by numbers, by distance, weight, or time; or by counting heads without a thought of what may lie within. Those intangible qualities of character, such as courage, faith, and skill, evade all systems, slip through the bars of every cage. They can be recognized, but not measured. They lie more in a glance between two men than in any formula of mathematics. They form the unseen strength of an army, the genius of a people.

Likewise, in judging aviation, in its effect on modern nations, no satisfactory measurement of strength exists. It is bound to geography, environment, and racial character so closely that an attempt to judge by numbers would be like counting Greeks at Marathon. Some men and some nations have grown wings. What advantage will they gain? What new influence can they exert? To judge this one must look not only at their aviation but at them, at the geography of their country, at their problems of existence, at their habits of life,

Mountains, coastlines, great distances, ground fortifications, all those safeguards of past generations, lose their old significance as man takes to his wings. The English Channel, the snow-capped Alps, the expanses of Russia, are now looked on from a different height. The forces of Hannibal, Drake and Napoleon moved at best with the horses’ gallop or the speed of wind on sail. Now aviation brings a new concept of time and distance to the affairs of men. It demands adaptability to change, places a premium on quickness of thought and speed of action.

Military strength has become more dynamic and less tangible. A new alignment of power has taken place, and there is no adequate peacetime measure for its effect on the influence of nations. There seems no way to agree on the rights it brings to some and takes from others. The rights of men within a nation are readjusted in each generation by laws of inheritance – land changes hands as decades pass, fortunes are taxed from one generation to the next, ownership is no more permanent than life. But among nations themselves there is no similar provision to reward virility and penalize decay, no way to reapportion the world’s wealth as tides of human character ebb and flow – except by the strength of armies, in the last analysis, military strength is measurable only by its own expenditure, by the prostration of one contender while the other can still stagger on the field – and all about the wolves of lesser stature abide their time to spring on both the warriors.


We, the heirs of European culture, are on the verge of a disastrous war, a war within our own family of nations, which will reduce the strength and destroy the treasures of the White Race, a war which may even lead to the end of our civilization. While we stand poised for battle, Oriental guns are turning westward, Asia presses towards us on the Russian border, foreign races stir relentlessly. It is time to turn from our quarrels and build our white ramparts again. This alliance with foreign races means nothing but death to us. It is our turn to guard our heritage from Mongol, Persian and Moor, before we become engulfed in a limitless foreign sea. Our civilization depends on a united strength among ourselves; on a strength too great for foreign armies to challenge; on a Western Wall of race and arms which can hold back a Genghis Khan or the infiltration of inferior blood; on an English fleet, a German air force, a French army, an American nation, standing together as guardians of our common heritage, sharing strength, dividing influence.

Our civilization depends on peace among Western nations, and therefore on united strength, for Peace is a virgin who dare not show her face without strength, her father, for protection. We can have peace and security only so long as we band together to preserve that most priceless possession, our inheritance of European blood, only as long as we guard ourselves against attack by foreign armies and dilution by foreign races.

We need peace to let our best men live to work out those more subtle, but equally dangerous, problems brought by this new environment in which we dwell, to give us time to turn this materialistic trend, to stop prostrating ourselves before this modern idol of mechanical efficiency, to find means of combining freedom, spirit, and beauty with industrial life – a peace which will bring character, strength and security back to Western peoples.

With ail the world around our borders, let us not commit racial suicide by internal conflict. We must learn from Athens and Sparta before ail of Greece is lost.

Terminal Note

The author of the foregoing article was the son and namesake of Charles Augustus Lindbergh (1859- 1924), a man of Swedish ancestry, who was elected Congressman from Minnesota in 1906 and constantly reelected thereafter. He perceived the disastrous consequences of the Federal Reserve Act of 1912, by which the Americans began the gradual surrender of their country, and he inserted in the Congressional Record, where they may still be read, documents that proved that the “financial panics” in the early part of this century had been created by a conspiracy of bankers, doubtless for the purpose of inducing the boobs to alienate control of their own currency.

When the disastrous war in Europe “suddenly” began in September 1914, according to a schedule that was known to Winston Churchill two years earlier, Congressman Lindbergh strenuously opposed the efforts of the shyster in the White House to induce the Americans to commit the supreme folly of emulating the European insanity. And he had the signal courage to continue to proclaim the truth even after the boobs had been stampeded into an attack on Germany.

The Federal government accordingly began outrageously illegal efforts to prevent his reelection, at first through their hirelings and stooges in Minnesota, but finally, after the publication of his able book, Why is Your Country at War?, by suppressing the book by flagrantly unconstitutional means and a terrorist raid on his home, conducted by agents of the “Justice” Department under the command of an ambitious and unscrupulous young man named John Edgar Hoover.[2]

The Congressman’s son, Charles Augustus Lindbergh (1902-1974), was almost fifteen when the Federal goons raided his father’s home, and one source says that it was J. Edgar Hoover in person who mauled the young boy.

Young Lindbergh probably owed to his father his clear understanding of our civilization and its dependence on the spiritual as well as physical peculiarities of our race – on racial instincts that are sapped in urban societies that lose revivifying contact with nature and the real world.

It is to the point, however, that he passed through the schools before the “educational” gangsters began their systematic sabotage of pupils’ minds by injecting ‘One-World’ pus to induce infantile paralysis of the cerebrum.

He spent some time at the University of Wisconsin, which was then largely an American institution, but left, without taking a degree, to become an aviator. That was in the great age of aviation, when the individual pilot and his machine had to conform to and contend with nature, and could feel the joy of success in the way to which Lindbergh’s friend, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, whom he resembled in many ways, gave literary expression in his Night Flight and Wind, Sand, and Stars.

His skill and courage won for him universal celebrity in 1927, when he flew alone from the United States to Paris. He married Anne Spencer Morrow, the daughter of a wealthy banker, diplomat, and senator; she was his devoted wife until his death.[3]

In 1932, their infant son was kidnapped and immediately killed, accidentally or maliciously, by persons who were never identified, although a German carpenter, Bruno Hauptmann, who had been so stupid as to trust a Sheeny and had thus become marginally involved in an aftermath of the crime, was executed in 1936 to create the impression that the mystery had been solved.

The excruciating ordeal inflicted on them by the kidnapping and murder, exacerbated by the unscrupulous minions of the American press, together with justified fears for the safety of the son that Mrs. Lindbergh subsequently bore, forced them to live abroad, in England and on one of the Channel Islands, and they returned to the United States only after the Jews’ War began in Europe.

Colonel Lindbergh had ample opportunities to observe the course of events in Europe, and although he did not suspect the identity and terrible power of the conspiracy that was then at work, he was, of course, aware that some forces were surreptitiously working to precipitate a catastrophe that would almost certainly be fatal to our race and civilization. In March 1938 he began to keep a diary or journal to record his observations. His summary of his first entries is a bitter and tragic record today: “Hope England and Germany can find some way to working together. If they could do so, there would be no major war in Europe for many years to come. If they fight again, it will be chaos.[4]

When his hope that the British would perceive that their future was bound up with that of their natural and necessary ally, Germany, proved illusory, Colonel Lindbergh stated clearly the situation in the article printed above and in many speeches to American audiences.

If we may venture an astronomical metaphor, he tried to prevent the United States from being sucked into the black hole of Jewish hatred that was consuming the nations of Europe. He became the unofficial leader of the America First movement, which he directed capably, but with the embarrassment of having to make a political compromise and accept the support of persons who were pacifists, not patriots, and whose vapid fantasies were potentially pernicious to a nation. He was a true Aryan and often wished, “If only the United States could be on the right side of an intelligent war! There are wars worth fighting.”

It was largely his influence that maintained some sanity in a large part of the American people, so that, as must be said to their honor, the loathsome creature in the White House had to contrive the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor before he could content his Yiddish congeners by driving his cattle into Europe to consummate the Suicide of the West.

Seeing in Colonel Lindbergh a principal obstacle to full gratification of their eternal hatred of Aryans, the Jews began a campaign of slander and vilification, using the prostitutes of press and covert agents to spread foul rumors,[5] and finally telling the diseased War Criminal in the White House to denounce the Colonel as a traitor! Colonel Lindbergh felt that the only honorable reply he could make to the monster’s insult was to resign his commission in the Air Corps in April 1941.

At the end of that year, however, believing that Japan had voluntarily attacked the United States at Pearl Harbor and begun a war that was worth fighting, Colonel Lindbergh returned to the Air Corps and, in addition to serving as expert consultant, he was on active duty throughout the war and often under fire. The rest of his career need not concern us here, where our purpose has been only to supply information relative to the article published above.


[1] P.O. Box 117. Welling. Kent (DA16-3DW); £12.65 by surface mail; £15.70 by airmail.

[2] An alert citizenry, worthy of freedom, would have risen in anger at the outrageous acts of its lawless government, but the Americans were then in a delirious fit of righteousness, such as often afflicts addicts of Christian fiction, and were glad to surrender their liberty in return for the pleasure of pleasing Jesus and their enemies by embarking on a bloody and insane “war to end wars” and to infect the whole world with the dire political disease from which they were then suffering and which they called “democracy.”

[3] She was herself an author of distinction and one of her books, The Wave of the Future (1940), was ably written to support her husband’s efforts to keep the United States from participating in the Suicide of the West. One hopes that the liepapers are responsible for the scandalous statement attributed to her in her old age, that she condemned her dead husband for not sufficiently loving God’s Chosen Predators.

[4] This diary was finally published in 1970: The Wartime Journals of Charles A. Lindbergh (New York, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich), a volume of some 1058 pages plus numerous plates. Everyone who wishes to understand the world in which we are condemned to live should have a copy of this book. You must not suppose, however, that Colonel Lindbergh had access to secret information or was a man of praeternatural sagacity. He was, for example, taken in by the Jews’ clever trick in November 1938, the so-called Kristallnacht, and when part of the American fleet was destroyed at Pearl Harbor, he did not guess that Roosevelt had planned and contrived the disaster, although he did perceive that the success of the attack proved that something was fatally wrong.

[5] One rather subtle device was to spread among officers of the regular (“old line”) services, more or less inclined to jealousy of the Air Corps, canards about his arrogant violation of military protocol, which did deceive some who had never met the Colonel.

SOURCE: Liberty Bell, March 1994

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