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Harold Covington’s life and work centered on a determination some might call fanaticism. He clearly defined what his life was about:
There were as well several low ebbs in the past thirty-three years, when I could have slid off the stage into obscurity and into some shitjob, and the world would have forgotten about me. By choice, I never availed myself of those chances to get out of the life, and I have no reason to wail that “I never got a break.” I declined to take the breaks offered because to do so entailed making my peace with a world that is putrid, poisonous, and evil to its very wellsprings. One does not make peace with a loathsome disease. One does not come to accept evil as “Just one of those things.”
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3 comments
I hope it’s not too unkind of me to say that the business about the author avatar trash-talking ducks named after his rivals really wasn’t one of his finer moments. Long ago, I noticed a similar pattern in HAC’s Usenet postings. Of the people he was saying were feds or otherwise smearing, these were all people who were getting things done. The more effective they were, the more vehemence HAC had for them. Although there are possible explanations for his behavior other than deliberate sabotage, I have to wonder – what’s up with that?
I grew up not far from Harold Covington’s hometown, and his tales of marauding negroes just don’t ring true. I’m sure public school is awful now, but it wasn’t–at least in N.C.– in the 1980s, and you’d have a hard time convincing me that Chapel Hill and Burlington schools were crawling with ghetto thugs in the 1960s. It makes a good story, though. I’m also reluctant to lend credibility to the story that Covington’s brother gave the SPLC, but I do think that HAC had some mental problems. Possibly he envied the success of his contemporaries.
My Favorite work is Freedom’s Sons. HAC does a great job of contrasting the high-trust, high-honor society of the Northwest Republic with the degeneracy and self-destructive characteristics of ‘America’. He’s also very funny in a droll but biting way. Especially when he describes Negros.
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