Harold Covington with the flag of his proposed Northwest American Republic.

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Part 2 of 3 (Part 1 here)

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.” One does not agree to the extinction of all that has made the world beautiful and good because it’s too inconvenient to do something about it.