Across the street from us, here at Saint Benedict Center, Harvard University has settled down for another academic year. And for the first time in many such years, Harvard’s faculty is minus one of its most notorious members — that supreme potentate of anthropology, the late Professor Earnest A. Hooton.

It was Dr. Hooton’s fashion, each year at this time, to open the anthropology lectures with one of his stories. These varied little in their slant, and the following, by virtue of repetition, was quite likely his favorite.

With a suggestion of Oxford in his accent, Dr. Hooton would say, “I had best start, perhaps, by telling you about a conversation I had, a few years back, with a sweet young thing from our sister institution, Radcliffe. This girl — an Irish girl, I believe — approached me on the opening day of the semester and somewhat flusteredly announced that she had signed up for my course. ‘But I do hope, Professor Hooton,’ she went on, ‘I do hope that you’re not going to tell me in your anthropology lectures that my soul evolved!’ Mustering what I imagined might sound like a father-confessor’s most comforting tone, I reassured the red-faced young lady by saying, ‘Now, now, my child, don’t you fret. I’m going to tell you that you have no soul at all!’ ”

With the stage thus set, Earnest Hooton was launched on another season of instructing young men and women that their remote grandfathers were all soulless, simian tree-dwellers.

Who, you may well ask, is ultimately responsible for men like Hooton? Who fosters them, builds them up, and encourages the public to listen while they speak any absurdity and blasphemy that enters their heads? To whose advantage is it that Christian society be so corrupted, Christian values debunked? Whose policy is it that Christian men be made to believe they are merely animals?

Back in February of 1936, the Catholic Gazette of London, a monthly published by England’s Catholic Missionary Society, printed an article which contains a very conclusive answer to these questions, particularly as they apply to Dr. Hooton. The article was entitled “The Jєωιѕн Peril and the Catholic Church,” and it consisted of extracts from speeches made as a convention in Paris of B’nai B’rith, the exclusively Jєωιѕн branch of Fɾҽҽmαsσɳɾყ. In one of these speeches an exultant Jєω went on record as saying: “We Jєωs have spread the spirit of revolt and false liberalism among the nations of the gentiles so as to persuade them away from their faith and even to make them ashamed of professing the precepts of their religion and obeying the commandments of their Church. We have brought many of them to boast of being atheists, and more than that, to glory in being descendants of the ape!”

Whether or not Earnest Hooton was a Jєω (and there are arguments on both sides) is irrelevant. The historical fact is that he well served the cause of International Jєωry in its effort to dupe the gentiles with that basic tenet of тαℓмυdic Judaism: “We are the human beings. The gentiles are animals.”

As a fitting postscript to Dr. Hooton, right after his death one of the principal Jєωιѕн hoaxes for establishing the authenticity of anthropology, was exposed. At a meeting of the Geological Society in London, it was announced that the famous “Piltdown Man,” for forty years a foundation of anthropological theory, the hero of scores of high-school “science” books, the trusted friend of hundreds of Hooton disciples, was a complete fraud! The sham was explained in detail by the director of the British Museum, who described how the skull had been “doctored up and planted,” how the teeth had been artificially colored with oil paint, and how the bone implements found with the Piltdown remains had clearly been carved with a twentieth century kitchen knife.

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Yes, Father was right.  

We should have nothing to do with these people unless it is to evangelize.  

These people are global pedophile satanists.