I sat down under a tree to one side and watched as my lads unloaded the heavy stand from the convoy, set it up
and attached the bunting and banners. A few of our fans came over and talked with me or offered me cold
drinks. Everything seemed peaceful In fact, it was too peaceful. Major Morgan, my Deputy Commander, on
whom I depended as an experienced and utterly capable Storm Leader, had asked for the day off and had even
come down to the scene in civvies with his pregnant wife to enjoy, for once, the case of a spectator. Only eleven
of our men had been able to show up at this rally, after the all-out effort of the week before.
But now, I could sense something different, something wrong. As the crowd began to gather, the police did a
strange thing: they all but disappeared. They retreated over a hundred yards beyond the crowd and there were
only one or two uniformed men anywhere within operating distance of the enclosure!
I mounted the platform when the boys were ready. Then I knew what was going on. Like a hoard of locusts,
almost in military formation, over two hundred of last week's burly Jew hoodlums and toughs swarmed around
our stand and began an obviously organized chant of "Sick! Sick! Sick!". This was not too surprising, but what
happened next was horrifying. The Jews began to push and hang over the ropes and swing at our men, and the
police retreated even farther away with folded arms!
https://www.jrbooksonline.com/PDF_Books/ThisTimeTheWorld.pdf