by Jonathan Azaziah
Nicholas Spero saved my life. And waking up everyday knowing that this courageous soldier of truth and justice, my beloved brother and one of my closest and trusted friends, is no longer on the physical plane after departing it on this day last year, and so young at that (43 years old), is a cross almost too difficult to bear. There’s a hole in my heart and a hole in the world because of it–as Nick was a champion of the downtrodden and a knight against falsehood. There were (and are) very, very few built like him.
It was July 14th, 2017. I was yammering away with my cousin in Baghdad when the phone calls from Nick started coming in. I didn’t realize it until I hung up that he had called me almost 30 times. When I finally rang him back, he picked up and the first words out of his mouth were, “You need to get your ass out of Canada right now. They’re coming for you.” He sent me the link. B’nai B’rith and the Hate Crimes Unit of the Montreal PD had just declared war on me because of my album “Eternally Husseini”. My mug was all over the local news. “Anti-Semitism” and “Hate Speech”, not to mention “incitement to violence”, were the accusations. He was right. The Monsters, with the full force of their Shabbos Goy “law-men”, were after me. Had Nick not notified me right then and there, and had I just gone on my merry way, I would’ve been too late to get out. I’d be in a Canadian ZOG dungeon right now, not writing to you on this somber occasion. I’ll say it again: Nick Spero saved my life.Continue reading Vindication For The Black Sheep Is Inevitable: One Year Since Anti-Parasitic, Truth-Seeking Hero Nick Spero Passed On