Dan Burros

“Burros hated himself and his Jewishness, and went a step further, planning to MURDER them all.It killed him.”

“Nobody ever found the whole answer because nobody knew it, including Daniel Burros himself. [...] Because, of course, Daniel Burros had ceased to live long before that Sunday in Reading. The fire of his hatred of himself and his origins had burned up his entire personality, without which no man can live. He had already chosen the slow suicide of self-denial and masquerade. Sunday in Reading simply relieved him of the agony.”

“I felt sad. I knew that Dan Burros had been caught in a net of evil that had pulled him down to death at twenty-eight. I said, "What I think we've seen here is the God of Israel acting in judgment."”

“I would stake my life on Dan's complete and dedicated sincerity. [...] [He] could not tolerate the possibility that he would be completely ostracized by all his former comrades in the struggle to perpetuate white civilization hence a completely noble patriot whose hatred for the Jews had assumed vitriolic proportions because of his own intimate knowledge of their destructive effect upon western culture, which Dan had adopted as his own, saw fit to blast himself into oblivion as final proof of his loyalty.”

“Of course, there are some good Jews, you know, Jews like Dan Burros, who was a friend of mine. Yeah, print that some of my best friends are Jews. Dan Burros was one of the most patriotic, dedicated Americans you'll ever meet in your life.”

“Physically, Burros was a short, pudgy and sallow-faced man with thick-lensed glasses that made his eyes look larger than they were. When he sat he often put his knees up under his chin, hooked his heels on the edge of the chair, cocked his head to one side and giggled like a teenager. When nervous or excited he giggled uncontrollably. He walked at an oblique angle, never straight ahead, so that he was constantly wearing out the sides of his boot heels. One member recalls that he was the one who was always asking Rockwell for money for new heels.”

“His entire life was a chronicle of personal instability.”

“Roy, long live the white race, God bless you, so long, Gina. Long live the white race. I've got nothing more to live for.”

“I'm ruined, I'm finished, I've got to end it all. I'm going to go down and blow up the House Committee. I'm going to blow up The New York Times [...] I met a reporter and he dug it up. I admire the man, he's brilliant. He's researched me beyond belief. He found out something that I just can't live with.”

“If I can't do this, nothing else is worth living for. There would be nothing else left for me to do. If I fail at this, there's nothing else. I can't do anything else.”