Paul Harvey, the iconic news commentator and radio pioneer, captivated millions of Americans with his unique delivery style, reaching over 24 million listeners at his peak. His words always carried weight, but no one could have predicted just how prophetic one of his speeches would become.
Today, when I reread his famous broadcast from 1965, I was struck by how eerily relevant it is to our present times.
The speech, titled “If I Were the Devil,” was first aired on April 3, 1965. In it, Harvey imagines what he would do if he were the Devil, detailing a cunning strategy to lead society astray. Sadly, many of the warnings he issued back then reflect the very struggles we face today.
EVERYONE should listen to this. Paul Harvey was alarmingly accurate 54 years ago.
In his fictional narrative, Harvey, as the Devil, outlines how he would whisper lies to people, corrupt young minds, and undermine moral foundations. He speaks of a world where values are flipped upside down, where faith is diminished, and materialism reigns. He envisions a society where chaos spreads through drugs, media, and weakening family bonds.
Listening to it again, it’s hard not to feel a chill as you realize how much of what he predicted has come to pass.
I grew up hearing Paul Harvey on the radio with my mom in the 1970s, and now, more than ever, his words seem to ring true. Everything he warned of 54 years ago seems to be happening now
My Parents Abandoned Me and My Siblings When I Was 15 — Years Later They Came At My Door Smiling
I was fifteen when my world shattered. My parents, whom I had always relied on, were frantically packing their belongings right before my eyes. “We’ll call child services.
They’ll take you away,” my father’s voice echoed as he stuffed his suitcase with clothes and belongings. I stood there, paralyzed, watching the chaos unfold, unable to comprehend the reality of what was happening. My little brothers, James, aged six, and Lucas, aged five, clung to me, their wide eyes filled with confusion and fear.
When the door slammed shut behind them, leaving us behind, the weight of responsibility crashed down on me. I became a parent overnight, thrust into a world I was unprepared for. The days that followed were a blur of panic, desperation, and sorrow. I tried my best to care for my brothers, but it wasn’t long before we were found and placed into the foster care system. The heart-wrenching separation from James and Lucas left a void in my heart that nothing could fill.
Struggles of Survival
The years that followed were a grueling test of endurance and willpower. I bounced from one foster home to another, each one a new challenge. Some were kind, but others were harsh and unloving.
The streets became my sanctuary at times, a place where I learned the harsh realities of life. I scraped by, working odd jobs, doing whatever it took to survive. The pain of being separated from my brothers never left me. Every night, I would lie awake, wondering where they were, if they were safe, if they remembered me.
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