Martyrs' Day - remembering Bob Mathews

Today we remember all those who sacrificed their lives and freedom for our people.

In the "old movement" I come from, December 8 was known as the "Martyrs' Day" because it was sometime on December 8, 1984 that Robert Mathews died in an exchange of gunfire on Whitbey Island outside Seattle, Washington, USA. For 36 hours he stood alone against a small army of federal agents.

I do not intend to say more about the reasons that led to the battle on the island, nor the paramilitary organization he led that declared war on the federal government. I simply note that Bob Mathews, by his loyalty and action, was one of the great men of our race.

So I honor him today by mentioning his name. And I hope you will do the same. It is as Precept 40 makes clear:

"A race must honor above all earthly things, those who have given their lives or freedom for the preservation of the folk."

If you want to know more about Bob Mathews, about the Bruder Schweigen and their struggle, buy and read these books, written by Frank L. DeSilva, one of the brothers.

The following text on Bob Mathews was written by another of the brothers, Richard Scutari, who was sentenced to 60 years in prison for his involvement in Bruder Schweigen. He is still incarcerated and will be released in 2025 after nearly 40 years in prison. I think it is appropriate for him to talk about his friend.

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It is not easy to write something about Bob. I met him on 4th June 1984, and he was killed on 8th December of the same year. I only knew him for a short time. Be that as it may, he and I became very close during that short six months. We traveled together and lived together the whole time except for a few brief months.

Bob was an exceptional individual whose life was dedicated to creating a White Homeland in the Pacific Northwest. He believed in it so much that it only took four days after meeting him to convince me. Bob was the type of person whose drive drew others to him. He was the only one in the racial movement to be able to get so many different personalities (and egos) to work together. I used to laugh at how well he could manipulate people into doing what he wanted including when he was doing it to me.

Bob truly cared about those following him and the men loved him for it. In my mind, Bobs only fault was that he was too trusting. He could not picture in his mind anyone, who professed the same beliefs in our Race as his, betraying those beliefs. Tom Martinez is a perfect example of this.

Bob also never thought he was a leader. He was always looking for someone to take over the leadership of The Order. No one at that time or today could have replaced him. My fondest memory of Bob was when we were on Whidbey Island and he would take me out from his busy schedule and play with Frank and my daughters. He so loved the children of our Race, you could see it in the way he interacted with them. But you could also see the sadness of not being with his own. I will not go into his death as it has been told many times before. It was an honor to have had him as a friend and to have stood beside him in this struggle for the Fourteen Word Cause.

Richard Scutari

For Our Folk

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Last of all, a poem written by member David Eden Lane to and about his brother.

Ode to Bob Mathews

It was on the eight day of December
In nineteen eighty-four
A full moon witnessed to the deed
On the nation's western shore

Bob Mathews made his final stand
He vowed he'd run no more
He loaded his gun and spit in the eye
Of the **** and their federal whore

The blood of Leonidas
And Custer and Stonewall, too
Ran in the veins of this White man
To their memory he was true

Two weeks before in Portland town
They'd tried to lay a snare
Thirty-five of the federal dogs
Bob Mathews whipped em there

So, they rounded up an army
Of maggots and faggots and reds
Race traitors and cowards and jackals
And other kinds of feds

The **** had given the orders
Race traitors would obey
By the hundreds they came to murder
The greatest White man of his day

They brought helicopter gunships
And their army did they deploy
They thought they'd break the spirit
Of this fearless rebel boy

But even as they poured their fire
Throught barricaded doors
His bullets whistled by the heads
Of treasonous federal whores

The gunships felt his bullets first
And quickly flew away
For thirty-six hours, a day and a half
He held the dogs at bay

With tear gas next they filled the house
Twice broke inside the doors
But rapid fire soon drove out
The devil's federal whores

They knew they'd met their match
So they set the house on fire
And soon the flames touched the sky
A Viking funeral pyre

White brother how I miss you
Who can take your place
As the leader of the army
That fights to save our race?

As you march through fair Valhalla
Asgard's mighty hall
Number one among the Vikings
I can hear you call:

"Arise you Aryan Warriors
I've shown you how to fight!
You owe it to my children
To battle for the right."