The Legacy of Sam Francis: Dr. E. Michael Jones for Culture Wars

I first met Sam Francis at a meeting of the John Randolph Club in Chicago. He was sitting at a table with Tom Fleming. Both men are two years older than me. Both gave me the impression that I was a freshman trying to sit at the Junior Lunch Table in the School Cafeteria.

The last time I saw Sam Francis, it was at a meeting in Washington. Sam was the moderator at a talk given by Joseph Tyndal, a leader of the National Front in England. Mr. Tyndal was trying to get us enthused about being white guys, and so he launched into a peroration about the glories of Elizabethan England. Since Elizabethan England was the place where Catholic priests, like Edmund Campion, SJ, could be hanged until not quite dead, drawn and quartered and have their entrails thrown into boiling oil for the crime of saying the Mass, I was less than enthralled by the picture Mr. Tyndal had painted for us. In fact, if his intention was to bring us all together, his talk had the exact opposite effect. Since both Father Campion and Lord Burghley and his henchman Walsingham were all white, just what meaning did this fact possess?