It was Christmas Eve, 1913. A night for family, for peace, for faith. But far from the warm hearths of ordinary men, in a secluded Georgian retreat shrouded by Spanish moss, a handful of America’s wealthiest and most powerful gathered under the shadow of darkness. They didn’t come for carols. They didn’t come for God. They came for control.
The place was Jekyll Island. The name sounds like a villain’s haven from gothic fiction, and fittingly so. A retreat for the elite, where cigars glowed in the low lamplight, and fortunes were whispered away from public ears. This Christmas Eve, the Federal Reserve Act was being born—a creation of bankers and politicians, forged in secrecy, and delivered to the American people without their understanding.
The men who plotted that night might have argued they were saving the economy, stabilizing markets, and protecting the dollar. Perhaps they believed it. Or perhaps they simply knew that controlling money means controlling men. Whatever their motives, the Federal Reserve would not serve the many—it would serve the few. It was a system cloaked in complexity, hidden behind the jargon of economics and the false promise of neutrality.
Now, here we stand. Christmas approaches once again, marking 111 years since that fateful night. The Federal Reserve has grown into a beast far larger than its creators imagined. Its actions ripple through every corner of life—raising rates, debasing currency, and pulling invisible strings that hold nations captive to its will.
But the magic of Christmas is not just in its traditions; it’s in its symbolism. Rebirth. Renewal. The casting off of old chains. This Christmas Eve, perhaps the time has come to return to Jekyll Island—not in secret, but in daylight. To end what was so slyly begun.
The Federal Reserve’s grip has lasted over a century, but all things, no matter how entrenched, have an end. Let this Christmas be a celebration not only of what is holy but of what is just. Let it mark the beginning of the end of a system born in shadows and sustained by silence.
To free a nation, one must first free its money.
Let this Christmas be a reckoning. Let this Christmas be the start of something greater. Let this Christmas Eve, 111 years later, be the last for the Fed.
End the Fed. End the secrecy. Return the power to the people.
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