WHY WAS EZRA POUND ERASED FROM HISTORY?
By Mike King
Pound (1885-1972) was a world-renown expatriate American poet who, when
to writing, emphasized the importance of clarity,
precision and, most of all, economy of
Pound worked as a literary editor in London during the early 20th century,
where he mentored and helped to promote now famous contemporaries
of his, such as
T. S. Eliot, James Joyce, Robert
Frost and Ernest Hemingway. Angered by Britain's
role in starting World War I and disillusioned by the aftermath, Pound left for Italy
1924. He blamed the war on Jewish
finance capitalism, and embraced the fascism of
new leader, Benito Mussolini. Later on, Pound expressed support for Adolf Hitler,
and wrote for publications owned by the British fascist
Sir Oswald Mosley. As you might
expect, media outlets such as Time Magazine began taking cheap shots at the ex-pat
literary genius. A 1933 article smeared Pound as: "a cat that walks by himself,
tenaciously unhousebroken and very unsafe for children."
Fine and famous writers such as Frost,
Elliot, Hemingway and Joyce came to Pound for
literary coaching. How is it that their name recognition and awards, as the
came to exceed that of Ezra Pound's? They are all honored on U.S.
postage stamps (Joyce in his native Ireland), but Pound the
master never was.
During World War II, Pound made radio broadcasts criticizing Franklin Demono Roosevelt
and the Jews controlling him. Because of his
"treason," he was arrested in 1945 by the
American forces. Pound spent several months in detention in a U.S. military camp
in Pisa, including three weeks in a 6-by-6-foot outdoor steel cage.
The abuse triggered a
mental breakdown, which he later
described as "when the raft broke and the waters went
over me." The following year Pound was deemed unfit to stand trial, and incarcerated in
St. Elizabeth's psychiatric hospital in Washington,
During his 12 years
in the psych ward, Pound published portions of The Pisan Cantos (1948),
for which he was awarded the prestigious Bollingen Prize in 1949 by
the U.S. Library of
Congress. This "controversial"
award greatly displeased the (((usual suspects))). Mainly due
to a campaign by fellow artists, Pound was finally released from St. Elizabeth's in 1958.
He returned to live in Italy -- greeting his
adopted country with the stiff-armed fascist salute.
died there in 1972.
Though his name is still somewhat recalled in literary circles, in terms of name
among the general reading public, he doesn't
even come close to some of the above-mentioned
writers that he mentored -- men who regraded him as superior. And forget about ever seeing his
works in High School and most universities.
That would be too "controversial," dontch'a know.
To best illustrate both the musical clarity of Pound's prose as well
as his righteous hatred for
International Cabal -- as well as (((their))) hatred for him, TomatoBubble.com
the full script
of one of his radio addresses on the subject -- a masterpiece of both
literature and history.
"Usury is the cancer of the world, which only the surgeon’s
knife of Fascism can cut
out of the life of the nations."
- Ezra Pound, "What is Money For?"
1. Though an ex-pat for 34 years,
Pound was still charged with treason. // 2. While in
St. Elizabeth's, the "crazy" Pound produced "The Cantos" --
considered by his literary
to be among his finest work. // 3. Old and free in his beloved Italy,
Pound gives the fascist salute.
from Rome / March 15, 1942
is addressing England)
The enemy is Das Leihkapital (loan capital). Your
Enemy is Das Leihkapital, international,
Loan Capital. Your enemy is not Germany, your enemy is money on loan. And
it would be better for you to be infected with typhus, and dysentery, and Bright’s
disease, than to be infected with
this blindness which prevents you from understanding
you are undermined, how you are ruined.
Jew is so bound up with this Leihkapital that no one is able to unscramble that omelet.
It would be better for you to retire to Darbyshire and defy New Jerusalem,
better for you to
retire to Gloucester and find one
spot that is England than to go on fighting for
Jewry and ignoring the process.
It is an outrage that any clean lad from
the country — I suppose there are still a few English
lads from the country — it is an outrage that any nice young man from the suburbs should
expected to die for Victor Sassoon, it is an outrage
that any drunken footman’s byblow
child) should be asked to die for Sassoon.
As to your Empire, it was not
all of it won by clean fighting. But however you got it, you did
for a time more or less justify keeping it, on the ground that you
exported good government or
better government than
the natives would have had without England.
You let in the Jew
and the Jew rotted your empire, and you yourselves out-jewed the Jew.
Your allies in your victimized holdings are the bunyah, you stand for nothing but usury.
And above metal usury; you have built up bank usury, 60% against 30
and 40%, and by that
you will not be saved. Corrupting
the whole earth, you have lost yourselves to yourselves.
the big Jew has rotted every nation he has wormed into. A millstone. Well, an exceptionally
good swimmer might conceivably be cast into the sea with a stone
tied round his neck. He
might perhaps untie it. If
he were a Scotchman, he would remember his jackknife,
before being thrown overboard.
You seem to remember nothing.
It were better you were infected with typhus. As to federal union,
or JEW/nion. There is no question of race in Streit’s proposition. It is
as proposed a union of slaves,
under jewry. Offered
by liars and abettors of thieves.
You have stolen land
from your late Allies, and land slips from your control. The only conquests
of Britain and Rosenfeld are conquests from their alleged allies.
All right, say that Franklin Delany swipes all South America — to what end? And
United States of America
while he is doing it. What’s that to you? It is not England’s salvation.
Will you ever look at the story of empire? You are not even
in the mercantile system,
you are in a fake mercantile
system, not even mercantile. It was for a time called mercantile
or the mercantilist system and defined as considering the happiness
of a nation to consist in
the amount of money it owned,
and its process to consist in stealing, welching, pouching the
greatest possible amount of same (i.e., of money) from other nations.
defines the usury system, the only system Anglo Saxons have known or used in our time.
And it will not save you. NOR will Judaized Russia.
Nor will the Kahal, the Jew’s central
of bleeders. WHAT is their system? Unvarying, cheap goods, sweated out of
cheap labor, dung dust hurled on the world, the world conceived as sweat shop, to hell
with the 8-hour day, down with
abundance. Dumping sweated goods, dumped against any
every nation that pays a just price for labor. That is your ally.
And in your past a trail of blood and of infamy. You bought Hessians to kill your own
blood in America. You bought
’em from a stinking feudal overlord, who was in the hands
of the Rothschild; that is History. You stirred up the American savages against
your own kin
in America. But now
Eden and Cripps have called in the Muscovite, to bum and destroy all
Eastern Europe, and kill Finland, for the sake of the stinking Jews
Your infamy is bound up with Judaea. You can
not touch a sore or a shame in your empire
find a Mond, a Sassoon, or a Goldsmid. You have no race left in your government.
knows if it can be found still scattered in England.
be found scattered in England. The white remnants of England, the white remnant
of the races of England must be found and find means to cohere; otherwise, you
well lie down in your grave yards.
You have for years had cheap goods dumped in from Russia. Your alliance
will bring no relief to that wound. Your
Jews have ruined your home manufactures.
Loans from the city of London, loans to the Orient, interest paid in cheap cotton goods,
loans to the South American countries, interest paid in beef from
the Argentine, and
ruin of English grazing. The laws
of durable government have been known from the days
of King Wen. When empires go to rot, they go to rot for known reasons.
Times, Telegraph, Manchester Guardian, are there to conceal these reasons.
Your press is an infamy, has been
throughout our time.
The laws of durable government have been known from the days
of King Wen, and when
Empire perished it perished from the same follies that your kikes, your Rothschilds,
Beits, Sieffs, Schiffs, and Goldsmids have squirted into your veins.
Cheap grain dumped from Egypt, ruin of the Italian farming, usury,
and more usury,
that is the answer.
two centuries, ever since the brute Cromwell brought ’em back into England, the
kikes have sucked out your vitals. A mild penetration, for a hundred years they
bootlicked your nobility and
now where is your nobility? You had at least the semblance
of control; you had, let us say, some influence with the Lords of Judaea as long as they
wanted your titles, as long as Levy Levinstein Lawson wanted
to be addressed as
You could turn the worst edge of their avarice, or rather you could
turn it off, the upper or huppar clawses; and turn it onto the peer. As you did without mercy.
But when the same scroungers have moved over to New
York City, how will you manage
same bloody minded extortioners, or their descendants. The same financial houses.
The same Rothschilds who plotted with Sherman, and Vandergould to
kill the American
nation, who betrayed the United
States in the sixties. Head office in London,
agents in the U.S. of America.
Now the address
is altered. Main office in Wall Street and Cohen in London. You send
Willie over to spy on us. You send 5000 usurers’ pimps over
to Washington and give
special passports, diplomatic,
to inveigle the United States into your plans to get cannon
fodder from Idaho and from Iowa to weld your slaves cellar on Europe. And this time
you get dumped into the ash can.
have even forgotten your Kipling. Pig Baldwin has forgotten his cousin; if his obscene
and treacherous mind ever grasped the meaning
of Rudyard’s stories. Let me recall one
to the sow face:
wrote Rudyard, “obligingly slaughtered each other in order that the
Czechoslovaks might inherit Boston Common.” Cras tibi, tomorrow
is your turn. Damn it
all, you slaughtered the flower
of England in the Boer War. Then in 1914 in the first three
months, the best of you went out and got slaughtered.
. . .been seen only too clearly. And your foul papers, the filth of your newsprint
subsidized to keep your minds off it.
A dirty bit of meat by the name of Gollancz has used your book trade
to conceal it. You have
almost no means of communication.
When a Brooks Adams writes five volumes that would
help you to see it, six copies reach England. You have lost the health of the mind. God knows
how the scattered handful of Englishmen still in England
can still speak one with another.
I see no remedy in
your parliament. I don’t mean as parliament. I mean in the personnel. It
is your problem. You do not now even elect your own parliament. Whether with an
you could get anything save old dead meat,
I do not know. During the last war a few men
had a glimmer of instinct. On whatever formula, they called it pacifism. Was it? All of ’em
I ever met were pugnacious. Was it an instinct
to save the butt end of the race by not fighting?
it a mistake to combat Germans by force?
there a race left in England? Has it any will left to survive? You can carry slaughter
Will that save
you? I doubt it. Nothing can save you, save a purge. Nothing can save you, save an
affirmation that you are English.
Belisha is not. Isaccs is not. No Sassoon is an Englishman, racially. No Rothschild is
English, no Strakosch is English, no Roosevelt is English, no Baruch,
Lehman, Warburg, Kuhn, Khan,
Baruch, Schiff, Sieff, or Solomon was ever yet bom Anglo-Saxon.
it is for this filth that you fight. It is for this filth that you have murdered your empire,
and it is this filth that elects your politicians.
have lost your tradition. You have not even learned what Lord Byron told you. You are,
as even that foul rag the Times tells you, a
little late in making a start.
In the year 1942 Anno Domini, there is only one start
you can make. And that is a start toward
being England. A refusal to be a province of Israel, or an outpost of Yankee-Judaea.
In his Italy-based radio
broadcasts, Ezra Pound named the
names of the biggest Globalist Jews in the USA and England.
1. "Sir" Victor Sassoon // 2. Bernard
Baruch // 3. Henry Morganthau // 4. Anthony Gustav de Rothschild