"On July 23, 2002, a skinny, bookish physics professor coughed up th slop of his internal organs and drifted off into a permanent sleep. Surrounding him were mountain men, skinheads, and former commies and anarchists who had given up their lives to hunker down in this godforsaken West Virginia compound. All had discovered him, in one way or another, through the written word: a vast legacy of thousands of self-published pages that with the leader’s passing formed the group's most precious asset.
This was the death waltz of Dr. William Pierce, acclaimed by a tiny subculture of "intellectual" racists, neo-Nazis and Klansmen as a milquetoast furher who would lead the white race to victory in the coming Racial Apocalypse..."
Cali Ruchala in Xerography Debt 13