Eustace Mullins at 86
works reveal the deception of mainstream history
By John Kaminski
Lots of fine folks around the world have been
worried lately about the welfare of legendary anti-establishment historian
Actually, half-baked reports and calculated
rumors have had him killed, kidnapped, missing or otherwise under siege for
decades. Some of these items have been true, others only near misses.
I’m here to tell you tonight that Eustace is fine. One is tempted to describe
him as “never better,” but for a writer as young as myself, describing an old
codger of 86 years filled with intrigue and tragedy, whose legs don’t work very
well anymore and who is prone to nodding off after a good meal, that would be a
subjective judgment I would not care to make.
I’ve been hearing stories about the persecution
and exploitation of Eustace Mullins by shadowy people with ulterior motives
since the late 1980s, when they’d already been happening for 30 years. To make
a long story short, Eustace would be dead today — murdered, actually — if not
for the miraculous intervention of a guardian angel. Yes, it does happen.
The thing that first strikes me as remarkable
about Eustace is his face, especially when he laughs, which is often. Good
humor amidst adversity is perhaps the finest human trait, which this battler
for objective human truth possesses in abundance.
Even though the subject at hand may be tragic and
portend dire consequences for the entire human race, when the point is made,
and Eustace laughs wryly, all the wrinkles on his face disappear, except for
two little crow’s feet. His eyes sparkle as he glances upward, as if to say, “I
tell them what I’ve found, Lord, that’s about all I can do.” The best way I can
put it is that he is infused with a kind of light I’ve seen in very few others.
Eustace Mullins is the most blacklisted,
suppressed and harassed writer in American history. In the introduction to his
“A writ for martyrs,” which is a report on the files the FBI compiled on him
for decades, Mullins writes, “In a single day, my life changed from one of
peaceful artistic endeavor to one of constant struggle for survival. One dark
winter day in in 1948, some friends persuaded me to visit the poet Ezra Pound
in his cell at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital, Washington, D.C. That day was to cast
a pall over my life, and to bring great suffering to my innocent family.”
After 25 books, including such pertinent titles
as “The Secrets of the Federal Reserve,” “Murder by Injection,” and “The World
Order: Our Secret Rulers,” Mullins is now living the good life, sort of, thanks
to his rescue from oblivion by a lone man who takes life very seriously.
Mullins and his steadfast caretaker Jesse Lee are essentially homeless, but
touring the country, going from friend to friend, selling the same books
Mullins has been peddling for sixty years. (You too can acquire these precious,
museum quality books for a song—and possibly get a visit from Eustace and Jesse
in the bargain—simply by writing to me and I’ll pass the info on.)
But in their happy travels, they do something a lot more than that. With
Jesse’s thoughtful guidance, they raise eyebrows and elicit love wherever and
with whomever they meet. The minute Eustace’s message reaches the
unenlightened, they seem to universally respond, “I need to hear this
information, because it relates to what is happening now more than anything
I’ve ever heard on TV.”
Sitting comfortably in an easy chair, Mullins
dismisses the physical problems that have plagued him in recent years with a
wave of his hand, and says matter-of-factly, chuckling with that twinkle again,
“I still have 25 more books to write!”
The astonishing output of works of supreme
relevance to our understanding of today’s world can perhaps best be viewed on
Wikipedia, a site I don’t normally recommend, and can’t say is accurate. But it
gives you an idea of the volume and magnitude of Mullins’ works. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eustace_Mullins
Savor the titles. “The plagues of pharaoh.” “Jewish TV: Sick sick sick.” “Why
General Patton Was Murdered.”
But more importantly, understand the content of
all these publications and simply marvel at the profound enormity of the
Among his major works . . .
“The Secrets of the Federal Reserve” may just be
the single book that can save the American republic, if that’s possible,
because it objectively examines how the international bankers have reshaped
reality throughout the 20th century and turned our freedom into slavery.
“Murder by Injection: The Story of the Medical Conspiracy against America”
reveals the American Medical Association’s sordid history of killer quackery
and heartless profiteering that continues today with the ubiquitous use of
poison medicines to cure fictional diagnoses.
“The World Order: Our Secret Rulers” names the
five men who rule the world.
In “The Rape of Justice: America’s Tribunals
Exposed,” Mullins writes: “ . . . the cause of our legal dilemma, that our
Constitutional courts, as authorized in the Constitution, have stealthily been
replaced by equity courts, operating on the stern military principles of
So now you have some idea why the notorious FBI
director J. Edgar Hoover put a tail on Mullins for decades; in fact, probably,
the agent is still posted.
Eustace’s guardian Jesse says “The Curse of
Canaan” is the key to all of Mullins’ works, because it explains the demonic
plot that has plagued civilization for five thousand years. Back in the late
1980s, when I first encountered “Curse of Canaan,” I was put off by religious
terminology I didn’t understand, and I thought all evangelical types were the
Since then I’ve learned differently. Like the
debate about good Jews and bad Jews, there is no debate that there are good
Christians and bad Christians. Israel-poisoned shills like John Hagee, Billy
Graham and Jerry Falwell are the bad Christians; but the good ones like Jesse
Lee and Eustace leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that they are driven by the
light of truth, and overjoyed at the prospects of the trip they’re on.
As stimulating as reading Eustace Mullins can be,
conversing with him can be even more startling, not to mention educational.
“People don’t realize the United States didn’t
win the Revolutionary War,” Eustace casually says. “They let us think we won,
but it never really happened.”
Jaws usually drop considerably at that line.
Summoning my meager knowledge of America’s war for independence, I began to
babble on about Alexander Hamilton, the guy on the $10 bill, as being one of
the key figures preventing America’s independence from Britain and the
international bankers. I brought up a name familiar to Eustace, the respected Jewish
economic historian Emanuel Josephson, who was Mullins’ close friend when they
both lived in the same New York City neighborhood a half century ago.
Josephson wrote that Hamilton was half black and
half Jewish, went to Hebrew school in London, and later prevented the fledgling
colonies from financial freedom by reserving the printing of paper money to the
banks, rather than the government, despite what the Fourth Amendment of the
Constitution appears to say.
“That kind of reminds me of Abraham Lincoln,”
Eustace retorted. “Lincoln’s mother was a slave and his father was a Jew. Did
you know that Lincoln’s wife went mad and spent the later part of her life in
an insane asylum, and that both of Lincoln’s sons committed suicide?”
He continued. “Lincoln was put in place by the
bankers, too. That whole greenbacks thing was just a smokescreen.”
As I said, jaw dropping.
After a pause, Eustace went on. “Did you know
that for two whole years, Averill Harriman was the leader of Russia?”
Harriman, member of an infamously rich American
family comparable and in league with the Bushes, was sent to Russia by the
Rockefellers right after Hitler invaded in 1941, because when that happened,
Stalin had a nervous breakdown which lasted two years. Harriman later returned
to the U.S. and ran for vice president in 1948.
Perhaps with Eustace Mullins rather than any
other single author, you can really get a feel for how deep the rabbit hole
goes. Among Mullins’ more astounding publications are both whole books of
commentary on the Jewish question, including a mammoth tome titled “Mullins’
New History of the Jews,” and small booklets containing the riveting essays
“Jewish War Against the Western World,” “Sigmund Freud: Anti-Christ Devil,”
“There’s a Gulag in Your Future,” and “The Biological Jew,” plus scores of
other essays and short works with similar titles and the same subject. So it
seemed natural to suggest my own observations for his scrutiny, and when I did,
was I surprised.
“So, Eustace,” I queried, “who really runs the
“The Queen,” he answered quickly.
“You mean it’s not the Sanhedrin!?” I exclaimed,
flabbergasted. “Are you sure it’s not the Sanhedrin that runs the Queen?”
“No, it’s Queen Elizabeth who runs the Sanhedrin
and everything else—most definitely.”
As I said, with Eustace Mullins, both with
reading his works and listening to him, prepare to be astounded. Prepare to
learn the real history that has been concealed from us by the people who own
the media, who just happen to be the same people who own the banks and the
As I said before, since 1988 I’d been hearing
secondhand stories about Eustace and about how numerous charlatans would make
their way to his modest Staunton, Virginia home to try to steal the rights to
Eustace’s books. Many times I pondered how the only thing that could really
save Eustace from the ravages of time and inattention was a guardian angel.
For decades, said angel never appeared, and
Eustace’s health rapidly went down the tubes. Then suddenly, right after
filmmaker Randy Atkins made the video “The Neo-Zionist World Order,” which
consisted of an extensive interview with Mullins, the latest team of these
charlatans spirited Eustace out of the Virginia nursing home where he had been
living to another nursing home in Texas. Two criminals named Blackburn and
Spencer were all set to commit Mullins to a Texas state institution, where it
would have been all but impossible to get him out. During this dangerous
episode, Spencer actually reprinted one of Mullins’ works, carefully removing
all instances of the word “Jew,” and pocketing all the profits for himself.
As Eustace recalls it, “Spencer told me that if I
took the word out of all my books, we could make a million dollars.” That
Eustace remembered what G. Edward Griffin did. “He totally plagiarized my
‘Secrets of the Federal Reserve’ and made $2 million.”
Just as Mullins was to be committed to a Texas
state institution, along comes Jesse Lee, son of a Baptist preacher, who
perceived the unjust horror of the situation. Jesse snatched Eustace from the
clutches of money-grubbing opportunists and the poisoned nursing home, and
drove him off to Maine for a 40-day raw vegetable fast.
And that’s what saved Eustace’s life.
Since then Eustace and Jesse have lived a nomadic
life, going from friend to friend, all over the U.S., spreading the real
history of the United States and waking people up in the friendliest of ways.
Jesse Lee, you may know, looks just like Santa
Claus (well, much thinner). While on a previous fast in the mountains of
Colorado, Jesse took a Nazarite vow to never again cut his hair as a sign he
was a servant of the Lord, and the task he adopted as his life’s work was to
resuscitate and renourish Eustace. So far this mission, a tremendous amount of
work since Mullins is essentially not able to sustain himself without
significant care, has been a complete success. And a great gift to those they
choose to visit.
Jesse’s goal for the future, suggested by Atkins,
is to reacquire the old Mullins homestead in Staunton, also buy the house next
door, and turn them both into the Eustace Mullins Ezra Pound Institute for
Civilization, sell books and protect the works of Mullins, Pound and other
authors who have been blacklisted by the authorities who control people’s
thoughts. That plan at this point is only a dream.
“We’re not out to sell books,” Jesse stresses.
“We just want to spread the word.”
Lately I’ve noticed something that I’ve never
noticed before. I guess it’s one of the perks of getting older.
I’ve noticed that a lot of the best people—not
the ones who are trying to make lots of money or assume positions of power
after they steal them from whomever possesses them at the moment—exude a
certain kind of light about them.
Jesse has asked me if I was a Christian, and I
said no, but added that Jesus was a close personal friend of mine.
Jesse didn’t know that I am one of the most
trenchant and persistent critics of organized religion in the world. Or at
least that’s what I like to think.
But lately I’ve noticed that the people who say
and do the best things are all driven by a CERTAIN faith in God, and are made
happy by it, regardless of whatever historical anomalies that I might hold in
such high and incriminating regard, and regardless of whichever creed—except
for that horrible one we’ve been talking about—that espouses veneration of a
highest power with an emphasis on love, charity and service . . . you know,
that highest power that has given us our lives. I’ve seen it just as strongly
in Catholics, Muslims, Baptists and Buddhists. Sorry to say I don’t know any
Hindus, but I’m sure they have it, too.
It’s the light of faith that shows through in
good works for the highest purposes, and it is the most beautiful thing in the world.
Lately I feel this light rising in myself, the
light of safety, and I don’t know what do about it, trenchant critic of psyop
religions that I pretend to be.
A thought crosses my mind: What if all the
believers in the world united against the nonbelievers? I’m not talking
lockstep Hageeism here. I’m talking about understanding we all have shared
goals and shared beliefs, but some agency in the world somehow exacerbates our
differences instead of emphasizing our commonalities. They foment conflict for
the purpose of exploiting both sides. As a direct result, society is in chaos
while the mindlocked government works to mass murder as many people as possible
so the rich can have less crowded playgrounds.
What if all the believers in the world found their
commonality and exposed and neutralized the one group of nonbelievers that
controls everything for a purpose that can only be described as selfish and
Well, it’s just a dream. A dream that could be
made possible if everyone understood everything that Eustace Mullins has ever
said, and put those thoughts into action.
The phone rings. It’s Randy, supposedly the next
stop for Eustace and Jesse. “They’re not here yet.” I get on the phone. “Jesse,
where are you?” “Oh, we stopped at Mia’s. Don’t know how long we’ll be here,
but we’re having a great time.”
Join in if you like. You’ll never regret it.
* Mullins died February 2, 2010.