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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2025 3:42 am
The post office did give me the address and name for P.O. Box 117: 156 Upper Wickam Road. This was a real address leading to a very strange house indeed. The entrance was one large blue door with a peep hole in the middle, and no windows. No one answered my repeated knocks on the door. There was a well-maintained house next door; there was a picture of an attack dog in the window with a note under it saying: "I live here". There was a cockatoo in a cage on the porch. The house had two satellite dishes, one on top and the other on the side. Rather than call the guard dog to the door, I tried the house directly attached to the one with the blue door.
Immediately, an attractive middle-aged woman answered and said she "didn't know what they did there" and that was that. I called "W Press" again. The man I spoke to offered an address and phone number, but this was of no help since I was already there, and no one answered. He said someone was usually always at this shop. I tried calling the phone number list number he gave me, but the line was busy. I went back to the blue door and tried again. The door opened! A tall man, about 50, welcomed me in. He asked if I had been at the door ten minutes ago and explained that he had been busy on the telephone -- he was expecting visitors from the local television station to come to interview him concerning his bookstore, which was the center of much controversy. He asked if I wanted to be on TV.
His manner was intimidating, but he allowed me to continue looking at the book collection. It was fairly small, about one hundred titles at most. However, I did notice that he had copies of (edited by Kevin Alfred Strom). This was advertised in The Turner Diaries so I was eager to get it. I then told him the story of Gordon/Revisionist Press, and asked that he send the information along to National Alliance in America. He was impatient and uninterested; he seemed to feel that I was wasting his time. He was a soldier and not someone you could easily talk to, like Mr. M of Bloomfield.
Immediately, an attractive middle-aged woman answered and said she "didn't know what they did there" and that was that. I called "W Press" again. The man I spoke to offered an address and phone number, but this was of no help since I was already there, and no one answered. He said someone was usually always at this shop. I tried calling the phone number list number he gave me, but the line was busy. I went back to the blue door and tried again. The door opened! A tall man, about 50, welcomed me in. He asked if I had been at the door ten minutes ago and explained that he had been busy on the telephone -- he was expecting visitors from the local television station to come to interview him concerning his bookstore, which was the center of much controversy. He asked if I wanted to be on TV.
His manner was intimidating, but he allowed me to continue looking at the book collection. It was fairly small, about one hundred titles at most. However, I did notice that he had copies of (edited by Kevin Alfred Strom). This was advertised in The Turner Diaries so I was eager to get it. I then told him the story of Gordon/Revisionist Press, and asked that he send the information along to National Alliance in America. He was impatient and uninterested; he seemed to feel that I was wasting his time. He was a soldier and not someone you could easily talk to, like Mr. M of Bloomfield.