Gordon Kahl was killed in a massive
assault on Ginter's farmhouse in Lawrence County,
Arkansas, on June 4, 1983. The events described below are
from a typed statement by Kahl, probably written on the
day of the described events, February 14, 1983.
I, GORDON KAHL, a Christian Patriot,
and in consideration of the events which have taken place
within the last few hours, and knowing to what-lengths
the enemies of Christ, (whom I consider my enemies) will
go to separate my spirit from it's body, wish to put down
on paper a record of the events which have just taken
place, so that the world will know what happened.
I feel that the awesome power which
will be unleashed, to silence forever, my testimony,
will, if not checked by the power of my God, who is the
God of Abraham, and Isaac and Jacob, will cut short my
time to leave to the world, these happenings. Therefore,
I'm going to make this record, and leave it in the hands
of those who I know will bring it to light, even though I
may in the meantime be extinguished.
While urgency, or human weakness, tells
me to run, my spirit says write, so this I am going to
do. And if my God continues to protect me, I shall write
first, and flee from the hands of my enemies later.
We had just finished our meeting in
Medina, concerning how we could best implement the
proceedings of the Third Continental Congress, which was
to restore the power and prestige of the U.S.
Constitution up to and including the 10 Articles of the
Bill of Rights, and put our nation back under Christian
Common Law, which is another way of saying God's Law, as
laid down by the inspiration of God, thru His prophets
and preserved for us in the Scriptures, when word was
received from someone whose identity I am not able to
give, that we were to be ambushed on our return to our
I realize now that we did not take this
warning as seriously as we should have. The reason for
this was because it has happened so many times before,
when nothing happened. I see now that the many false
alarms were to cause us to lower our guard.
As we pondered what to do, someone
suggested that we take two cars instead of one.
Consequently, I went with Dave Brewer, and my son Yorie,
Scotty Paul, my wife Jean, and Vernon Wagner, went in our
station wagon. At this time none of us really expected
any trouble, but just to be on the safe side, my son
Yorie, myself, and Scotty prepared to defend ourselves,
in the event that an attack upon us, should take place.
As we came over one of the hills just
north of Medina, I saw on the top of the next hill what
looked like two cars parked on it. About this time they
turned on their red lights, and I knew the attack was
We were just coming to an approach and
I told Dave to pull in on it and stop. Our other car
pulled in just beyond us and stopped, also. I looked back
in time to see another vehicle coming from behind with
it's red light on. I picked up my Mini-14, and I got out
and got myself and my weapon ready as the vehicle coming
from behind skidded to a stop about 20 feet away. The
doors flew open on it and the two men who were in the
front seat aimed their guns at us. My son Yorie had
jumped out of the other car and had ran over to a
high-line pole. The two cars which we had seen ahead of
us, pulled up and stopped behind us.
A man got out of the vehicle which had
come from behind us, and ran out into the ditch on the
east side of the road. During this time there was a lot
of screaming and hollering going on but nothing else, so
it appeared to be an impasse.
About this time a shot rang out and the
driver of the car who I believe at this time must have
been supposedly in command, turned around and stood up so
he was looking at his man in the east ditch, and toward
the cars which had come from the north and yelled
"Who fired, who fired?" The other man who was
with him, echoed his question.
At the time the shot rang out I heard
Yorie cry out "I'm hit, I'm hit" I took my eyes
off the two men who were yelling "Who fired",
and looked over at Yorie. He was still standing, but I
could tell he was in pain from the way he stood. About
this time, another shot rang out, and I heard Yorie cry
out again. I looked over and saw that he was hit again
and laying on the ground. I looked back toward the two
men and saw the one in the passenger side aim at me and I
was sure then that they felt the situation was no longer
under their control, and the only thing to do was kill us
Before he was able to fire, I loosed a
round at the door behind which he was standing, and while
I don't think I hit him, I caused him to duck down behind
I looked around again toward Yorie, and
saw Scotty Paul running over toward him. I turned my head
again in time to see the driver of the vehicle which had
followed us raise up from behind the door and aim his gun
at Scotty. I moved my gun over and fired at him before he
could shoot. I didn't hit him either, the bullet striking
somewhere near the lower left hand corner of the
windshield. He ducked down behind the dash so I could
only see his head. About this time the other man raised
up and aimed at me again. I shot again striking the door
and causing him to duck. This happened several times,
with the two men alternating, and my shots causing them
to duck each time before they could aim and fire. I don't
know how many times I fired, until the man on the
passenger side fell, and I was able to tell he was out of
the fight. The driver must have seen this as he moved his
gun from Scotty's direction toward me.
I fired several more shots at him each
time he raised up to shoot at me. I finally realized this
could keep up 'til my 30 round clip was empty. My bullets
appeared to be ricocheting off the windshield and door
post. I ran around toward the side of the vehicle, firing
at the door as I went to keep him down until I got around
far enough to get a clear shot at him, at which time I
know he was out of the fight also.
I ran back where I could see the third
man from this north-bound vehicle just in time to see him
raise up to shoot at Scotty, who had ran over to Yorie.
Before he was able to pull the trigger I fired and he
fell to the ground. At this time I saw the man who was
behind. the front end of the green Mercury, raise up and
aim at, Scotty. He saw me swing my gun in his direction,
and he ducked down behind his car. I could see his feet
or legs beneath the car, and I fired, striking him and
putting him out of the fight.
I ran over to the man in the east
ditch, thinking he might still be in fighting condition.
When I got nearly to him, he raised up his head and said
"Don't shoot me again, I'm all done". He had
his hand on his shotgun so I took that and his pistol
which was in his holster and threw them in the back seat
of the green Mercury. I didn't see the man who had been
behind the Mercury, and who I thought I'd hit in the leg,
so I don't know where he'd gone to.
A pickup had pulled up behind the
north-bound vehicle, but I didn't notice anyone in it or
around it and I assume it was the pickup we saw on the
top of the first hill as we came out of Medina, and which
I believe belonged to the city, but as to who was driving
it, I have no knowledge.
Scotty tells me he saw one and possibly
two men run out into the trees and hide, but I have no
way of knowing who they were.
I think from the reports I've heard on
the radio which was in the Mercury, that the car which
came from behind, was the one the Marshals were in. If
this is so, they weren't the ones who fired the first
shots. The two men who were in the front seat were both
looking in the direction of the green Mercury when they
were shouting, "Who fired?"
Yorie's .45 auto which he had in his
shoulder holster had either a rifle or pistol bullet
imbedded in the clip, shattering the grips on both sides.
Had he not been wearing it he would have been killed
Whether this was the first or the
second shot that was fired at him I don't know, One was
buckshot and the other was either a rifle or a
high-powered pistol from the way the bullet looks.
I didn't see it, but it sounded as
though Yorie's gun fired after he was hit. I think
probably his finger tightened on the trigger when he was
hit, but I know neither he nor Scotty fired before this,
and whether either of them fired afterwards, I don't
know. I know that if they did, they didn't hit anyone, as
I knew when I hit each one of them, myself.
I saw a man in the clinic when we took
Yorie in, who I think must have been the man in the
pickup, who pulled up behind what I think was the
marshals' vehicle. He had blood on his face and I think
he was probably hit either by a bullet or bullets which
glanced off the marshals' vehicle when I was firing at
them. I didn't see him, and I know I didn't shoot at him,
and I know neither Yorie nor Scotty shot at him.
Vernon Wagner was unarmed, so I know he
didn't shoot at anyone and Dave Brower didn't shoot at
anyone either. My wife had nothing to do with it, other
than the fact that she had rode along with us, so she
could visit with a couple of the other ladies who were
coming to the meeting.
I want the world to know that I take no
pleasure in the death or injury of any of these people,
anymore than I felt when I was forced to bring to an end,
the fighter pilots lives who forced the issue during WW
II. When you come under attack by anyone, it becomes a
matter of survival. I was forced. to kill an American
P-51 pilot one day over Burma, when he mistook us for
Japs. I let him shoot first, but he missed and I didn't.
I felt bad, but I knew I had no choice.
I would have liked nothing other to be
left alone, so I could enjoy life, liberty and the
pursuit of happiness, which our Forefathers willed to us,
this was not to be, after I discovered that our nation
had fallen into the hands of an alien people, who are
referred to us as a nation within the other nations. As
one of our Founding Fathers stated, "They are
vampires, and vampires cannot live on vampires, they must
live on Christians''. He tried to get a provision written
into the U.S. Constitution that would have prevented Jews
living inside the U.S. He warned his brethren that if
this was not done their children would curse them in
their graves, and that within 200 years, their people
(the Jews) would be setting in their counting houses
rubbing their hands, while our people would be slaving in
the fields to support them. This has happened exactly as
These enemies of Christ have taken
their Jewish Communist Manifesto, and incorporated it
into the Statutory laws of our country, and threw our
Constitution and our Christian Common Law (which is
nothing other than the Laws of God as set forth in the
Scriptures), into the garbage can.
We are a conquered and occupied nation;
conquered and occupied by the Jews, and their hundreds or
maybe thousands of front organizations doing their
un-Godly work. They have two objectives in their goal of
ruling the world. Destroy Christianity and the White
race. Neither can be accomplished by itself, they stand
or fall together.
We are engaged in a struggle to the
death between the people of the Kingdom of God, and the
Kingdom of Satan. It started long ago, and is now best
described as a struggle between Jacob & Esau.
I would like to write more but the
Spirit says this must suffice for now. Should the hand of
Elijah's God continue over me, and protect me, I shall
someday see this once great nation swept clean of
Christ's enemies, and restored to its former greatness.
If it should be the will of our Father, and the Father of
our Lord Jesus Christ, that it is to be, there will be no
way Ahab's god and his people can stand before us.
Mystery Babylon with all its greatness, will be
destroyed. Take heart, my fellow Christian Americans, God
has said that there will be a great shaking in the land
of Israel. That started this evening. Let each of you who
says that the Lord Jesus Christ, is your personal Savior,
sell his garment and buy a sword, if you don't already
have one, and bring his enemies before Him and slay them.
If you've been paying tithes to the
Synagogue of Satan, under the 2nd plank of the Communist
Manifesto to finance your own destruction, stop right
now, and tell Satan's tithing collectors, as I did many
years ago, "Never again will I give aid and comfort
to the enemies of Christ". To those of you who were
engaged in the ambush and attack on us and were spared,
thank God you have a chance to remove your support for
the Anti-Christs who rule our nation.
To those of you who have been
supporting the Edicts and Commands of the Great Whore
— Stop now and come out of her, as her time is
getting short and when the hour of her judgment comes,
that you be not judged with her.
I must cease now, and move on. If it
should be the will of the Father that I have more to do
for him, He will protect me, and no devise whatever that
is used against me will succeed. To my wife Joan, who has
been with me for so long, I know this will be a hard and
painful experience; however, remember the prophecy will
be fulfilled, and you have now been a witness to some of
it. Remember I love you as much today as I did when I
first saw you more than 50 years ago. Put your trust in
God, and whether I live or die, He will be with you to
end of your days.
To my son Yorie and my dear friend
Scotty -- you both displayed the qualities of first rate
Soldiers of Jesus Christ. May God bless all of you.
I must now depart -- I have no idea
where I'm going, but after some more prayer, I will go
where the Lord leads me, and either live to carry on the
fight, or die if that be the case, and for the present at
least, I bid you all good-bye.
/s/ Gordon Kahl,
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