Re: Conjuring Hitler - How Britain and America made the Third Reich
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Most Amazing Video Ever! Bush1 is reptilian!
Compelling to be sure! Watch "Daddy Dub's" Eyes!
Then look at this mans eyes again!
That deserves a
I am pleased to provide my second post here. I'm still in my "Honeymoon" phase of the membership here, so please be easy with me--it's my first time!
Adolf Hitler is, beyond doubt, the most interesting person in history that I've ever discovered. I've spent thirty years studying the Third Reich, and the so-called "unexplainable phenomenon" that National Socialist was. To begin:
"What we are here experiencing is a historical drama of such dimensions that there is nothing in this century to compare with it, nor in any earlier century—unless one thinks back to Golgotha."
--Joseph Goebbels, April 30th, 1945, speaking with an aide just prior to the suicide of Adolf Hitler, as he watched the skyfire of combat from the steps of the Reichschancellery, between the German and Russian Army.
"Married? How could any of us get married after meeting a man like Adolf Hitler!"
--Four Secretaries to Adolf Hitler, after being questioned by Allied Forces as to why they never married.
"That the Universe could see fit to send such a man!"
--Hans Frank, Governor General of Poland, final diary entry, reflecting on Adolf Hitler, in his cell just hours prior to his exection for war crimes.
"If the Fuhrer ordered me to shoot my own mother, I would do so quite comfortably in the knowledge that I had his full support."
--Heinrich Himmler, Reichsfuhrer SS, on Adolf Hitler.
"The Fuhrer says it is so. And it is so."
History, as Hermann Goering said at Nuremberg, is always written by the victors. This is axiomatic. I've had people call me a "Nazi," that I am "nuts," and lah-dee-dah-blah-blah-blah. I cannot be more disinterested in the hysterical rantings of the rubes who voted for George Bush, whose grandfather, United States Senator Prescott Sheldon Bush, helped finance Hitler into power. As far as I'm concerned, concentration camps for the stupid hypocrites is too kind.
What *IS* telling are the DEPTH of the statements. Paul Joseph Goebbels was no intellectual slouch, he held a Doctorate in English Literature, and was, beyond doubt, the sharpest of the Nazi top brass. If you review his comments, the day before he, his wife, their dog, and six kids all died in the Bunker - it is revealed that the historical question of "Why they would stay with Hitler even when they knew all was lost" is answered quite simply:
They believed whole-heartedly that he was, in fact, Messiah.
Was he? Beside the point. The POINT is they BELIEVED IT. This explanation goes a long way to explaining the "weird" attraction of Nazi Germany, the slavish devotion of AH's supporters...Indeed, I have made enough of a study to know that, in fact, Goebbels, Himmler, Goering, Hess, and Rosenberg believed him to be Antichrist.
As I said, I am not touting Hitler, nor do I condemn him. He was no "better" and no "worse" than any dictator, the press, England, and the United States amen-corner-to-Zionism notwithstanding...Hitler was, in terms of murder, about average, or below than average, than anyone else. Stalin, who murdered 45 million in the Gulag Archipelago, was cool until Hitler was defeated...the the so-called "Cold War" engineered by the likes of Heinrich Kissinger.
I am suitably un-impressed.
I would rather die to this world and not be enslaved to the banks for my undergraduate and graduate degrees...
I want to know why the United States became involved in World War 1.
I was led to believe it was really an unimportant war. Mostly about stupid arguements between these European nations, over disputes regarding colonized regions, with extreme nationalism playing a major part.
No battle was fought on German soil; the French armies were desserting by the thousands; the British fleet was blockaded and starving; the Russians were having regional uprisings within their own borders, that distracted them a bit from the war. It would have ended in late 1916 or early 1917, as the Germans were willing to let it end and everything simply go back to the way it was, as if there wasn't any war. They acted very magnanimously.
It really looked like we were puppets to Jewish people. It seemed that Wilson wanted also, to experiment with his socialistic idea's. It is even found in Congressional records that our entering into the war legitimized the Declaration submitted by Lord Balfour, which granted Palestine to the Jews.
Now, I'm not so sure of all that. I've seen evidence that it really was not all about the Jewish people. Possibly our entering into WW1 which in turn caused so much... I won't even list all the effects, was actually multi-ethnic manipulations of international financiers. I really would like to know the complete truth of why the United States enterred WW1.
I want to know why the United States became involved in World War 1.
This article might go a ways towards answering your question. Another book on the subject is Pawns in the Game by William Carr.
Norman Dodd, former director of the Committee to Investigate Tax Exempt Foundations of the U.S. House of Representatives, testified that the Committee was invited to study the minutes of the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace as part of the Committee's investigation. The Committee stated: "The trustees of the Foundation brought up a single question. If it is desirable to alter the life of an entire people, is there any means more efficient than war.... They discussed this question... for a year and came up with an answer: There are no known means more efficient than war, assuming the objective is altering the life of an entire people. That leads them to a question: How do we involve the United States in a war. This is in 1909."
Perhaps I should read what lead up to this particular article; I don't understand the following, "If it is desirable to alter the life of an entire people,..." I assume it is socialistic idea's they were working on. I'm not a raving anti socialism type, I believe in whatever works. I think members of our government get locked onto a good idea, but go too far with it. I think blending works. All I have to do is look at how the "governed" act, all around the globe, and it is enough for me to NOT go blaming and hating governments. My Father always told me to go look in the mirror first before I go calling someone an asshole. Then again, he would defend the devil for the pleasure of being contrary to me.
Who goes Nazi?
BY Dorothy Thompson
PUBLISHED August 1941
It is an interesting and somewhat macabre parlor game to play at a large gathering of one’s acquaintances: to speculate who in a showdown would go Nazi. By now, I think I know. I have gone through the experience many times–in Germany, in Austria, and in France. I have come to know the types: the born Nazis, the Nazis whom democracy itself has created, the certain-to-be fellow-travelers. And I also know those who never, under any conceivable circumstances, would become Nazis.
It is preposterous to think that they are divided by any racial characteristics. Germans may be more susceptible to Nazism than most people, but I doubt it. Jews are barred out, but it is an arbitrary ruling. I know lots of Jews who are born Nazis and many others who would heil Hitler tomorrow morning if given a chance. There are Jews who have repudiated their own ancestors in order to become “Honorary Aryans and Nazis”; there are full-blooded Jews who have enthusiastically entered Hitler’s secret service. Nazism has nothing to do with race and nationality. It appeals to a certain type of mind.
It is also, to an immense extent, the disease of a generation–the
generation which was either young or unborn at the end of the last war. This is as true of Englishmen, Frenchmen, and Americans as of Germans. It is the disease of the so-called “lost generation.”
Sometimes I think there are direct biological factors at work–a type of education, feeding, and physical training which has produced a new kind of human being with an imbalance in his nature. He has been fed vitamins and filled with energies that are beyond the capacity of his intellect to discipline. He has been treated to forms of education which have released him from inhibitions. His body is vigorous. His mind is childish. His soul has been almost completely neglected.
At any rate, let us look round the room.
The gentleman standing beside the fireplace with an almost untouched glass of whiskey beside him on the mantelpiece is Mr. A, a descendant of one of the great American families. There has never been an American Blue Book without several persons of his surname in it. He is poor and earns his living as an editor. He has had a classical education, has a sound and cultivated taste in literature, painting, and music; has not a touch of snobbery in him; is full of humor, courtesy, and wit. He was a lieutenant in the World War, is a Republican in politics, but voted twice for Roosevelt, last time for Willkie. He is modest, not particularly brilliant, a staunch friend, and a man who greatly enjoys the company of pretty and witty women. His wife, whom he adored, is dead, and he will never remarry.
He has never attracted any attention because of outstanding bravery. But I will put my hand in the fire that nothing on earth could ever make him a Nazi. He would greatly dislike fighting them, but they could never convert him…. Why not?
Beside him stands Mr. B, a man of his own class, graduate of the same preparatory school and university, rich, a sportsman, owner of a famous racing stable, vice-president of a bank, married to a well-known society belle. He is a good fellow and extremely popular. But if America were going Nazi he would certainly join up, and early. Why?… Why the one and not the other?
Mr. A has a life that is established according to a certain form of personal behavior. Although he has no money, his unostentatious distinction and education have always assured him a position. He has never been engaged in sharp competition. He is a free man. I doubt whether ever in his life he has done anything he did not want to do or anything that was against his code. Nazism wouldn’t fit in with his standards and he has never become accustomed to making concessions.
Mr. B has risen beyond his real abilities by virtue of health, good looks, and being a good mixer. He married for money and he has done lots of other things for money. His code is not his own; it is that of his class–no worse, no better, He fits easily into whatever pattern is successful. That is his sole measure of value–success. Nazism as a minority movement would not attract him. As a movement likely to attain power, it would.
The saturnine man over there talking with a lovely French emigree is already a Nazi. Mr. C is a brilliant and embittered intellectual. He was a poor white-trash Southern boy, a scholarship student at two universities where he took all the scholastic honors but was never invited to join a fraternity. His brilliant gifts won for him successively government positions, partnership in a prominent law firm, and eventually a highly paid job as a Wall Street adviser. He has always moved among important people and always been socially on the periphery. His colleagues have admired his brains and exploited them, but they have seldom invited him–or his wife–to dinner.
He is a snob, loathing his own snobbery. He despises the men about him–he despises, for instance, Mr. B–because he knows that what he has had to achieve by relentless work men like B have won by knowing the right people. But his contempt is inextricably mingled with envy. Even more than he hates the class into which he has insecurely risen, does he hate the people from whom he came. He hates his mother and his father for being his parents. He loathes everything that reminds him of his origins and his humiliations. He is bitterly anti-Semitic because the social insecurity of the Jews reminds him of his own psychological insecurity.
Pity he has utterly erased from his nature, and joy he has never known. He has an ambition, bitter and burning. It is to rise to such an eminence that no one can ever again humiliate him. Not to rule but to be the secret ruler, pulling the strings of puppets created by his brains. Already some of them are talking his language–though they have never met him.
There he sits: he talks awkwardly rather than glibly; he is courteous. He commands a distant and cold respect. But he is a very dangerous man. Were he primitive and brutal he would be a criminal–a murderer. But he is subtle and cruel. He would rise high in a Nazi regime. It would need men just like him–intellectual and ruthless. But Mr. C is not a born Nazi. He is the product of a democracy hypocritically preaching social equality and practicing a carelessly brutal snobbery. He is a sensitive, gifted man who has been humiliated into nihilism. He would laugh to see heads roll.
I think young D over there is the only born Nazi in the room. Young D is the spoiled only son of a doting mother. He has never been crossed in his life. He spends his time at the game of seeing what he can get away with. He is constantly arrested for speeding and his mother pays the fines. He has been ruthless toward two wives and his mother pays the alimony. His life is spent in sensation-seeking and theatricality. He is utterly inconsiderate of everybody. He is very good-looking, in a vacuous, cavalier way, and inordinately vain. He would certainly fancy himself in a uniform that gave him a chance to swagger and lord it over others.
Mrs. E would go Nazi as sure as you are born. That statement surprises you? Mrs. E seems so sweet, so clinging, so cowed. She is. She is a masochist. She is married to a man who never ceases to humiliate her, to lord it over her, to treat her with less consideration than he does his dogs. He is a prominent scientist, and Mrs. E, who married him very young, has persuaded herself that he is a genius, and that there is something of superior womanliness in her utter lack of pride, in her doglike devotion. She speaks disapprovingly of other “masculine” or insufficiently devoted wives. Her husband, however, is bored to death with her. He neglects her completely and she is looking for someone else before whom to pour her ecstatic self-abasement. She will titillate with pleased excitement to the first popular hero who proclaims the basic subordination of women.
On the other hand, Mrs. F would never go Nazi. She is the most popular woman in the room, handsome, gay, witty, and full of the warmest emotion. She was a popular actress ten years ago; married very happily; promptly had four children in a row; has a charming house, is not rich but has no money cares, has never cut herself off from her own happy-go-lucky profession, and is full of sound health and sound common sense. All men try to make love to her; she laughs at them all, and her husband is amused. She has stood on her own feet since she was a child, she has enormously helped her husband’s career (he is a lawyer), she would ornament any drawing-room in any capital, and she is as American as ice cream and cake.
How about the butler who is passing the drinks? I look at James with amused eyes. James is safe. James has been butler to the ‘ighest aristocracy, considers all Nazis parvenus and communists, and has a very good sense for “people of quality.” He serves the quiet editor with that friendly air of equality which good servants always show toward those they consider good enough to serve, and he serves the horsy gent stiffly and coldly.
Bill, the grandson of the chauffeur, is helping serve to-night. He is a product of a Bronx public school and high school, and works at night like this to help himself through City College, where he is studying engineering. He is a “proletarian,” though you’d never guess it if you saw him without that white coat. He plays a crack game of tennis–has been a tennis tutor in summer resorts–swims superbly, gets straight A’s in his classes, and thinks America is okay and don’t let anybody say it isn’t. He had a brief period of Youth Congress communism, but it was like the measles. He was not taken in the draft because his eyes are not good enough, but he wants to design airplanes, “like Sikorsky.” He thinks Lindbergh is “just another pilot with a build-up and a rich wife” and that he is “always talking down America, like how we couldn’t lick Hitler if we wanted to.” At this point Bill snorts.
Mr. G is a very intellectual young man who was an infant prodigy. He has been concerned with general ideas since the age of ten and has one of those minds that can scintillatingly rationalize everything. I have known him for ten years and in that time have heard him enthusiastically explain Marx, social credit, technocracy, Keynesian economics, Chestertonian distributism, and everything else one can imagine. Mr. G will never be a Nazi, because he will never be anything. His brain operates quite apart from the rest of his apparatus. He will certainly be able, however, fully to explain and apologize for Nazism if it ever comes along. But Mr. G is always a “deviationist.” When he played with communism he was a Trotskyist; when he talked of Keynes it was to suggest improvement; Chesterton’s economic ideas were all right but he was too bound to Catholic philosophy. So we may be sure that Mr. G would be a Nazi with purse-lipped qualifications. He would certainly be purged.
H is an historian and biographer. He is American of Dutch ancestry born and reared in the Middle West. He has been in love with America all his life. He can recite whole chapters of Thoreau and volumes of American poetry, from Emerson to Steve Benet. He knows Jefferson’s letters, Hamilton’s papers, Lincoln’s speeches. He is a collector of early American furniture, lives in New England, runs a farm for a hobby and doesn’t lose much money on it, and loathes parties like this one. He has a ribald and manly sense of humor, is unconventional and lost a college professorship because of a love affair. Afterward he married the lady and has lived happily ever afterward as the wages of sin.
H has never doubted his own authentic Americanism for one instant. This is his country, and he knows it from Acadia to Zenith. His ancestors fought in the Revolutionary War and in all the wars since. He is certainly an intellectual, but an intellectual smelling slightly of cow barns and damp tweeds. He is the most good-natured and genial man alive, but if anyone ever tries to make this country over into an imitation of Hitler’s, Mussolini’s, or Petain’s systems H will grab a gun and fight. Though H’s liberalism will not permit him to say it, it is his secret conviction that nobody whose ancestors have not been in this country since before the Civil War really understands America or would really fight for it against Nazism or any other foreign ism in a showdown.
But H is wrong. There is one other person in the room who would fight alongside H and he is not even an American citizen. He is a young German emigre, whom I brought along to the party. The people in the room look at him rather askance because he is so Germanic, so very blond-haired, so very blue-eyed, so tanned that somehow you expect him to be wearing shorts. He looks like the model of a Nazi. His English is flawed–he learned it only five years ago. He comes from an old East Prussian family; he was a member of the post-war Youth Movement and afterward of the Republican “Reichsbanner.” All his German friends went Nazi–without exception. He hiked to Switzerland penniless, there pursued his studies in New Testament Greek, sat under the great Protestant theologian, Karl Barth, came to America through the assistance of an American friend whom he had met in a university, got a job teaching the classics in a fashionable private school; quit, and is working now in an airplane factory–working on the night shift to make planes to send to Britain to defeat Germany. He has devoured volumes of American history, knows Whitman by heart, wonders why so few Americans have ever really read the Federalist papers, believes in the United States of Europe, the Union of the English-speaking world, and the coming democratic revolution all over the earth. He believes that America is the country of Creative Evolution once it shakes off its middle-class complacency, its bureaucratized industry, its tentacle-like and spreading government, and sets itself innerly free.
The people in the room think he is not an American, but he is more American than almost any of them. He has discovered America and his spirit is the spirit of the pioneers. He is furious with America because it does not realize its strength and beauty and power. He talks about the workmen in the factory where he is employed…. He took the job “in order to understand the real America.” He thinks the men are wonderful. “Why don’t you American in- tellectuals ever get to them; talk to them?”
I grin bitterly to myself, thinking that if we ever got into war with the Nazis he would probably be interned, while Mr. B and Mr. G and Mrs. E would be spreading defeatism at all such parties as this one. “Of course I don’t like Hitler but…”
Mr. J over there is a Jew. Mr. J is a very important man. He is immensely rich–he has made a fortune through a dozen directorates in various companies, through a fabulous marriage, through a speculative flair, and through a native gift for money and a native love of power. He is intelligent and arrogant. He seldom associates with Jews. He deplores any mention of the “Jewish question.” He believes that Hitler “should not be judged from the standpoint of anti-Semitism.” He thinks that “the Jews should be reserved on all political questions.” He considers Roosevelt “an enemy of business.” He thinks “It was a serious blow to the Jews that Frankfurter should have been appointed to the Supreme Court.”
The saturnine Mr. C–the real Nazi in the room–engages him in a flatteringly attentive conversation. Mr. J agrees with Mr. C wholly. Mr. J is definitely attracted by Mr. C. He goes out of his way to ask his name–they have never met before. “A very intelligent man.”
Mr. K contemplates the scene with a sad humor in his expressive eyes. Mr. K is also a Jew. Mr. K is a Jew from the South. He speaks with a Southern drawl. He tells inimitable stories. Ten years ago he owned a very successful business that he had built up from scratch. He sold it for a handsome price, settled his indigent relatives in business, and now enjoys an income for himself of about fifty dollars a week. At forty he began to write articles about odd and out-of-the-way places in American life. A bachelor, and a sad man who makes everybody laugh, he travels continually, knows America from a thousand different facets, and loves it in a quiet, deep, unostentatious way. He is a great friend of H, the biographer. Like H, his ancestors have been in this country since long before the Civil War. He is attracted to the young German. By and by they are together in the drawing-room. The impeccable gentleman of New England, the country-man–intellectual of the Middle West, the happy woman whom the gods love, the young German, the quiet, poised Jew from the South. And over on the other side are the others.
Mr. L has just come in. Mr. L is a lion these days. My hostess was all of a dither when she told me on the telephone, “…and L is coming. You know it’s dreadfully hard to get him.” L is a very powerful labor leader. “My dear, he is a man of the people, but really fascinating.” L is a man of the people and just exactly as fascinating as my horsy, bank vice-president, on-the-make acquaintance over there, and for the same reasons and in the same way. L makes speeches about the “third of the nation,” and L has made a darned good thing for himself out of championing the oppressed. He has the best car of anyone in this room; salary means nothing to him because he lives on an expense account. He agrees with the very largest and most powerful industrialists in the country that it is the business of the strong to boss the weak, and he has made collective bargaining into a legal compulsion to appoint him or his henchmen as “labor’s” agents, with the power to tax pay envelopes and do what they please with the money. L is the strongest natural-born Nazi in this room. Mr. B regards him with contempt tempered by hatred. Mr. B will use him. L is already parroting B’s speeches. He has the brains of Neanderthal man, but he has an infallible instinct for power. In private conversation he denounces the Jews as “parasites.” No one has ever asked him what are the creative functions of a highly paid agent, who takes a percentage off the labor of millions of men, and distributes it where and as it may add to his own political power.
It’s fun–a macabre sort of fun–this parlor game of “Who Goes Nazi?” And it simplifies things–asking the question in regard to specific personalities.
Kind, good, happy, gentlemanly, secure people never go Nazi. They may be the gentle philosopher whose name is in the Blue Book, or Bill from City College to whom democracy gave a chance to design airplanes–you’ll never make Nazis out of them. But the frustrated and humiliated intellectual, the rich and scared speculator, the spoiled son, the labor tyrant, the fellow who has achieved success by smelling out the wind of success–they would all go Nazi in a crisis.
Believe me, nice people don’t go Nazi. Their race, color, creed, or social condition is not the criterion. It is something in them.
Those who haven’t anything in them to tell them what they like and what they don’t-whether it is breeding, or happiness, or wisdom, or a code, however old-fashioned or however modern, go Nazi. It’s an amusing game. Try it at the next big party you go to.
A long read Bhang, but worth the while. Good one.
Bhang, I received your e-mail but my response to you bounced at your server. FYI.
Well, what is Nazism exactly? Is it something to do with believing your race is superior and killing all others or at the least, subjugating them to your will? How many different races live in Cuba, Venezuela? What about Jordan, its 98% Arab; Syria is 90%; Saudi Arabia is 92%; Iraq is 84% Arab. Who is it that is making reference to America as being Nazi?
I've noticed that nations get rich because of their natural resources like Macedonia for just one example pulled out of the blue. There was a certain period where they became very wealthy due to precious metals. Alexander sprang up out of that.
America really is not all that special in regard to natural resources. Its main resource was people who educate themselves, they became human capitol. America is also very eclectic, in simple terms, we welcome all races to come here to live and we acquired the best people from diverse sources. Our religion did not forbid people of other ethnicities to come here. Slavs are white, Eastern Europeans who have been captured for the purpose of being slaves, [its how the word slave came to be, or how the word was 'coined'] by Northern Africa for centuries, and to be truthful, by other Europeans as well. Enslaving these white Europeans has gone on for centuries, before America even existed.
Now we have nations whose sole resource is oil, who obviously do not like other ethnic groups living in their homeland, which is very apparent if you refer to the numbers presented above, calling Americans racists and nazis. It is kind of disgusting.
I don't like to touch on sensitive subjects that can very easily evoke strong reaction. This is a rarity for me. I mostly keep my attention away from the kind of stuff I just wrote. I keep seeing all this subject matter concerning high ranking government officials being reptiles and willing subjects to extra-dimensional beings or aliens or the Devil himself. Well then, I want to know about what the high ranking officials in Russia, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, China, Iran and Tinbuktoo are alligned with as well.
I guess the defininitive "Nazi" is more about class than race. A class of criminally insane 'born to rulers' who will back any horse that will empower them to exalt themselves over everyone else. The "nazi" will use racism or any other convenient patsy as a means of controlling a nation. It is a psychological ruse that will use any pretext to gain and maintain power. I don't think the labels matter much... communist, fascist, nazi. It is the same tired old game with slightly different masks.
I think the author of the above piece is simply pointing out that a small class of rulers will find willing servants from among the people you walk past on the street every day in America. And that "nazism" can happen in any nation where the same psychological profile can be found among our fellow citizens. ie.. anywhere and everywhere on earth. I didn't get the sense that the author was singling out America as potentially any more or less nazi.
But i hear where you're coming from Antaeus. There is definitely a long running campaign to dump on America and discredit her holus bolus. You may recall that during the cold war you had anti- Americanism used as a tool by many Americans who would recount the sins of America unceasingly while making excuses for the deplorable behavior of the Soviet Union domestically and abroad. America's sins were presented as unprecedented and as uniquely the epitome of depravity. America had no redeeming features in their eyes. A constant enabling of the USSR and a constant verbal attack on the USA by the likes of Noam Chomsky and many others has had it's effect where many Americans don't know their asses from their elbows and don't even know the value of their best assets. For many of the slaggers, their attacks were not inspired by a genuine desire to improve America but to give comfort to the (philosophical) enemy and to impose it's philosophy and system on America.
America quietly whisked all the nazi scientists and
intelligentsia to the US and gave them new
identities and safe haven. To work for US.
America has no moral high ground to stand on.
Many of us are good people, but it seems that good people
never get into positions of power or their voices are drowned
out by STS forces. I used to believe the fairy tale that
America stood for freedom and truth.
"...Across my home has grown the Shadow
of a cruel and senseless Hand,
Though in some strong hearts the Loving remains..."
---from Our Lady of the Well
Nexus and Tom Paine, you both have very good depth and quality of thought. I have to admit, that article bhang posted was a very well written piece. Maybe there is no good and evil, there is simply striving to mature that often gets interfered with by selfish actions. Every time we direct our attention to the selfishness of others, it is possible that when peering into that abyss, that we might remember it may be looking right back at us. Maybe that is why my Father always told me to look in the mirror before condemning anyone. Its also possible he was a know it all, cranky, grim, mean, sonofa...:)