ANSWP Commander and Overthrow editor Bill White had his first court hearing on October 19th, 2008, and, as expected, was denied bail. He will continue to be held in Roanoke City Jail for now. However, an additional development took place, which has a potentially chilling impact.
It looks like the Feds are already setting the stage to possibly pile more charges on White and try to bury him. Full story from the Roanoke Times. Discussion continuing on the Vanguard News Network Forum, on Stormfront (website shutdown HERE, arrest HERE), and now on the ZogsNightmare Forum.
Click HERE to view the 24-page complaint in PDF format.
As previously posted, Bill White was arrested on Friday October 17th on charges of threatening a juror in the case of Matthew Hale, who was convicted in Chicago in 2004 of soliciting the murder of a Federal judge. However, what convinced U.S. Magistrate Judge Michael Urbanski to continue denying bail to White is an alleged passage White posted in May to his primary website Overthrow.com (which is still off-line). White allegedly wrote at the time that he had developed an intricate plot to murder 15 or 20 people, including some of Roanoke’s “Negro nuisances and their annoying counterparts at The Roanoke Times”.
However, Judge Urbanski has taken this statement completely out of context, and has also refused to consider Bill White's state of mind at this time. During May, he was experiencing a low point in his life due to the pressures of some domestic problems and repeated troubles with his tenants. The media has also cherry-picked the statement out of context as well. To understand the context, one must read the ENTIRE post. And although Overthrow.com and the associated blog is offline, the cache is still available. Here is the ENTIRE post from May 22nd, 2008, entitled "Feeling Better"
Thursday, May 22nd, 2008
For the past few months I have been increasingly unwell.
In January, my wife became extremely ill with complications from her pregnancy. She developed pre-eclampsia, which turned into liver failure (HELLP Syndrome) and something like a stroke (eclampsia). Our daughter was delivered eleven weeks early at two pounds, nine ounces.
Sometime around the time the doctors informed me my wife and daughter were likely to die, and this is the first time in months I’ve even been able to write or say something like that without immediately breaking down into tears, something went wrong with me. I really can’t explain what it was, but today is the first day I’ve even vaguely begun to feel like I’m myself again.
I’m not naturally a very depressed person or someone given to extreme emotions. I can be confrontational and many people find me intimidating, but I am not someone naturally prone to violence or extreme anger or hatred. I don’t like blacks and Jews, but I generally don’t have much emotion associated with it. Its that lack of emotional content in my views that makes me very difficult to dissuade — I’m one of those people for whom racism is a natural and healthy state — one that is the result of feeling comfortable, not uncomfortable. Plus, in my day to day work, people come at me with knives or come at me swinging a two by four and I take it in stride. I see an angry mob, go into their midst, duke it out, and don’t even break a sweat. I strangle a Negro crack dealer, take a few kicks to the head, and the next day I’m enjoying vacation. Things just roll off of me, and I really don’t do well in very low-stress environments. While I don’t bet lots of money, even on vacation I do things like drink lots of coffee and gamble at high stress games like black jack, where I count cards (and the counting just adds to the mental focus and stress level in the game). For fun I do logic puzzles and Sudoku, and read difficult works of philosophy. I thrive in intense and challenging environments.
So, you would think that when my daughter and wife survived the experience and ended up healthy, I would have recovered from this dead feeling, and things would have returned to normal, but they didn’t. For the past few months, my daughter has really been the only thing that makes me smile, and even then, not really as much as she should. Things have become progressively worse, day by day, and I have woke up more and more often feeling the need to kill, kill, kill, and have tried to get through my day while ignoring the need to destroy the wicked. Its not been easy.
The other week, my wife asked me if I had become ”depressed” since the baby was born. I told her depressed people feel something. Several friends have described me as “morose”. One joked the other day that they were worried I was about to “go Joseph Paul Franklin”. They’ve been close.
Since my wife was hospitalized until today my feelings have ranged from completely dead to occassional outbursts of literally murderous anger. I’ve been going through my life doing the things I need to do, but I haven’t been doing them the way I used to do them — they’ve all been half hearted and uncommitted — things I’ve been doing for form, not substance. Over the past few months, it has become impossible to live my life day to day. I’ve just been ignoring things; I haven’t even opened much of my mail for months; it is piled up in bins in my living room. My taxes aren’t done; I’ve put them aside. I have not been aggressively renting apartments; I’ve got more vacancies than I’ve almost ever allowed myself to carry. I’ve just been ignoring things I don’t like, avoiding things I don’t want to see … I’ve become very dependent on the people who do the work for me, sometimes too dependent. My company has suffered substantially from this – not unrecoverably, though I’ve now decided I need to not recover the rental portion of it and let it go in favor of construction, but substantially. I’m like that guy in Office Space who woke up one morning and just decided he didn’t want to go to work or pay any bills, but without the comfortable hypnosis.
Combined with this dead feeling I realized the other day that I have, almost without realizing it, though that may seem a bit strange, developed a very intricate plot for the murder of about a score of Roanoke City’s Negro nuisances and their annoying counterparts at the Roanoke Times. I know everything about these assholes – where they live, who they live with, what they look like, where they go, when they go there. I estimate I could probably, in the course of a few hours, kill fifteen out of the twenty easy if I picked the right day and time, and still lived long enough to travel the country and begin picking off the ridiculous “independent journalists” that staff the Southern Poverty Law Center’s Intelligence Report. I have a list of those as well. What’s amazing is that I’ve been doing this almost without paying attention to it, until I started thinking about things the other day.
The other day I read something, as it happened, about post traumatic stress disorder. It was completely random, but something struck me when it mentioned dissociation. I was a psych major with biological and clinical foci at University of Maryland; I studied stuff like this. I realized that dissociate was an extremely good term for what I was doing. The other day I drew a gun and was ready to kill one of my tenants, based mostly on behavior from the tenant that while violent and disruptive, would usually have rolled off my back. As I’ve thought about things the past few days, I’ve realized that I’ve been avoiding confrontations solely to avoid killing people. As my list of people to kill has grown, it has become rather paralyzing.
Somewhat scary stuff, I guess. Not normal or healthy.
Today, I had something like a heart attack combined with an almost complete breakdown. I say something like a heart attack because I’m not trying to be Hal Turner. I had a sharp pain in the left hand side of my chest, became light headed, and had to sink to the ground to keep from falling. I had:
* Chest discomfort with lightheadedness, fainting, sweating, nausea or shortness of breath.
* Anxiety, nervousness and/or cold, sweaty skin.
* Increased or irregular heart rate.
* Feeling of impending doom.
I did not have:
* Uncomfortable pressure, fullness, squeezing or pain in the center of the chest lasting more than a few minutes.
* Pain spreading to the shoulders, neck or arms. The pain may be mild to intense. It may feel like pressure, tightness, burning, or heavy weight. It may be located in the chest, upper abdomen, neck, jaw, or inside the arms or shoulders.
* Paleness or pallor.
So I don’t know what that is, but it wasn’t pleasant. I’ve done some research, and it sounds like a whole bunch of other things that aren’t heart attacks, but also aren’t good, but are stress related.
In any case, after a brief near-faint I recovered and decided to pack up and leave work early. On the way home, I had some sort of breakdown and had to pull my car over into a parking lot for about twenty minutes. I just couldn’t pull anything together. I couldn’t even speak. It was not a normal experience for me.
I’ve never really had problems like this before and don’t know what to make of them. In any case, it was unusual. I just felt like I collapsed. The whole thing is somewhat embarassing, frankly, and probably a little pathetic, too — maybe something I should keep off a blog, though I won’t. But regardless, since then, I’ve felt a whole lot better. Things feel a whole lot clearer and I don’t feel the detachment from things that has been hanging over me for months. I suddenly feel happy in the normal way I feel happy. I am no longer angry about all the people who spend their time screwing me over in small ways (and most of life and business, to me, is a series of small people trying to screw you over in small ways). I can talk about my wife’s hospitalization without serious problems, which is something I couldn’t even do this morning. I feel much more alive than I have recently. It is good.
I still have a bunch of practical issues that need to be taken care of. I think I am going to force a closure of White Homes and Land’s rental business, take some time off, maybe take a vacation, keep the construction business, and get back to work on what I enjoy — remodeling houses — instead of what I hate — babysitting “human beings” that are really little more than animals. A friend of mine pointed out the other day that you never meet an old property manager that loves life, and several friends of mine have pointed out that the day to day work of cleaning up houses is just demeaning for someone of my intelligence to be doing. I don’t have that kind of class arrogance — I like going into a house that is totally destroyed and rebuilding it. I just don’t like rebuilding the same house every two months on an emergency schedule because the latest bunch of white trash has pissed on the carpets — again. In fact, I had a friend call and say he’d never thought about how dried urine would have white crystals in it until he read my blog …
Regardless, the rental business is over. Someone better than me will have to take over the properties, and I am going to file paperwork to force a sale sometime in the near future. We could continue operating, but I choose not to. The drain and strain on me is just no longer worth it, and if I’m going to feel better and take a vacation, its a lot easier to take a vacation from construction than from tenants.
As you can see, within the context of the entire post, Bill White was NOT actually planning to kill 15-20 Negroes. He was just experiencing a bunch of frustrations and pouring them out on the keyboard to relieve pressure. Yet the Feds are trying to transform what was merely a therapeutic blog post into a possible conspiracy. This is how the Feds do business - they take personal issues like this and weave fanciful hoary tales of impending doom. Then they start stacking the charges like pancakes, browbeating and bullying their victims into pleading to a lesser charge in order to avoid a gazillion years in a strict-regime Zogpen like Matt Hale got.
Bill White has never gone out and killed Negroes. As a matter of fact, Bill White does not even customarily start fights in public. He won't back down if it's forced upon him, but he doesn't go out and start crap.
So why did Judge Urbanski look upon this May posting as different? Because Urbanski claims that White was "talking about doing something himself”. But defense attorney William Cleaveland was on top of the situation, and immediately reminded the judge that White was depressed at the time of that post as he dealt with the illness of his wife and newborn daughter. Nevertheless, Assistant U.S. Attorney Tom Bondurant insisted that White’s comments represented “a danger to the community, no matter how you look at it.”
At the end of the unusual Sunday afternoon hearing in U.S. District Court in Roanoke, Urbanski decided to keep White locked up until Wednesday October 22nd, when he will consider a report on White's background and prior criminal history before making a final decision on bond.
And what about the disposition of the American National Socialist Workers Party (ANSWP) during this period? While there's no official second-in-command in the ANSWP, Georgia State Leader Christopher Drake has stepped forward to pick up the leadership slack. In this thread on the Vanguard News Network Forum, Drake stated that the ANSWP will continue business as usual, and will proceed with the distribution of the current issue of National Socialist magazine. This is the controversial issue with the picture of Barack Obama through the scope hairs on the cover. Of course, the Overthrow websites will not be back online for the foreseeable future, until White's status is at least clarified.