For the Love of the Land

December 31st, 2016

Awake Goy

One day we children had to collect signatures for the retention of West Prussia and Danzig. We did it gladly. For the First time I realized that we children still thought just the same as our fathers did in 1914. We preserved faith. One day it was rumoured that East Prussia would be lost. I cried bitterly in bed and prayed to the dear lord that he should please let us remain Germans. Then the rumour became a fact; the region beyond the Memel River had to be relinquished, although only Germans lived there. Frenchmen occupied the country. Frenchmen on the Memel; We boys liked to go bathing on the other side of the Memel. One day after bathing I filled my pockets with stones and brought them over to the present boundary. Triumphantly I poured them out onto the ground, filled with pride that I had brought back to the Fatherland a bit of earth even if only stones’ (The story of a Farmer, Why Hitler came into Power, 1938)

This nine year old boy in 1919 was beginning to understand what land meant, what being a German meant, and what War had meant. At five years old he had saw the fires, the suffering, heard the cannons and had his family separated and his land taken away.

This young farmer submitted his story to Abel Theodore amongst others to describe why he gave himself to National Socialism and the importance it held for him. This man’s story amongst many are in the book Why Hitler Came Into Power. I find the book so fascinating as it’s release was in 1938, before the Holocaust lie.

It was not until much later that this young farmer began to understood the Versailles Treaty and politics, but his belief of becoming a National Socialist was firmly becoming grounded. He was the Leader of what he and his friends called the ‘German Youth Battalion’ at the gymnasium they attended. The would proudly wear the swastika and would tell tales and sing songs of Germany’s history.

We held our heads high and and drew ourselves up proudly; we carried with us our noble history into the future. We had become National Socialists”

He later became driven to form his own group of the party, becoming sickened by the consistent fact that ‘always the Jew was the obligingly smiling money-lender and devilishly grinning collector of debts’ and thus ‘more deeply the farmer attached himself to the soil’ in such conditions. He argued with his father about the running of the farm and began knocking door to door to pull together support for the party. His efforts swayed and his people shocked him as they have often complained, but were unwilling to act. Some of the farmers’ sons and labourers, alike himself, however proved passionate and he believed that:

These first members are still our best. They grasped national socialism not with their mind, but with their emotions. They had not learned National Socialism from books. Their blood, their natural instincts drove them to the movement.”

Out of all of the men he met he found the working man to have the heart of the land and be the least likely to betray it. ‘My recognition of our true enemies caused in me an ardent love for the working people’. He realised that a union of classes was what national socialism was about, so he made demands on the middle class for it to be their duty to work for the working class.

As he and his father argued further he would put time into the party over time on the farm; he felt it necessary. He felt the immediate need was not the work that needed doing on the farm right now, since his reasoning was, why work the soil now, if the soil will no longer be ours.

Men like this walked, wondered, made speeches, wrote letters and fought for the will of others to join them. But they still had to struggle and they still had a nation to unite. Right now we are again mustering numbers, in a very different way.

If you cannot openly be a National Socialist like the young farmer had been, if you feel the doors have been closed and cannot be knocked on, one by on, because of the holocaust lie of shame, then you can still act like a National Socialist. You can love your fellow man and openly discuss that our lands are being filled with foreign blood that has no love for our soil; most carry hatred for our soil, our blood. They shout in the streets that they want us gone, that this is their land now, they beat our women and hurt our children, they fight our men and they leave one land of ruin to create another.

We have to talk about this to everyone, we have to raise questions, we have to be honest, we have to be National Socialists. If that is what you are, be it. We do not have to wait for the moment we can be a National Socialist; it is in your blood, you already are.

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I meet many people all of the time and there is a name for them. They want to care about the environment, protect the future for our children, stop on mass animal farming, set up more youth clubs, get children more active in school and away from their desks, they want to stop letting in economic migrants, they want to look after our old people, they want to design a better world, they want to love our land and get our children involved in their heritage, they want to clean up our rivers, they want to teach about vikings and mounds. They want to inspire, love and raise their peoples wealth and get rid of the greedy banking systems, they want the pressure of their mortgages removed and to have jobs they feel proud of, and a life they feel proud of.

They are trained under a system of Jewry so every step they take to meet the goals of their people is stopped in its tracks. They are frustrated because it just cannot work out, the funding is not there, the new legislation causes more difficulties to do good for our own people, the people will not fight with them, they cannot get the Councillor to see eye to eye, as he says his hands are strapped behind his back, and there is nothing he can do. They just cannot get people to stand up, nobody is listening, they believe their leaders are either ignorant, lazy, corrupt or a mix of all.

There are people out there, trying really hard to change things. I see them, and know what they are. It is in their life to love their blood and soil, yet they have no idea;

They are National Socialists reigned and trained in a Jewry system, and if they only knew it, it would fall apart.

According to Theodore Abel it took four things to wake up the German folk.

Discontent: ‘It was persistent and continuous’ leading to small groups forming all over Germany that wanted to regain what they had lost.

Ideology: National Socialism, the idea of National Unity and the destruction of a class, ‘the principle of Leadership’ and racial identity. The knowledge that blood binds man to man.

Strategy: They won over the German people and kept them. Abel discusses how media can bring people to you, but it can not keep them. Keeping them means they must have faith, have confidence and belief. Although the strategy to win the German people is still said to be psychological propaganda, that itself will not do. There has to be a substance, something more. Abel discusses the coordination, the drive, the organised will. This nature of an air of unstoppable superiority that was very well put together appealed to many.

Charismatic Leadership:

He was endowed by them with that highest degree of prestige which emanates not merely from the recognition of one’s own inability to imitate or compete with such a person, but form the belief that he possess an out-of-the-ordinary, superhuman power, that a special star is guiding his destiny”

This was not just one man’s word but the accumulation of many, the understanding of many. In the words of the young farmer:

He had created the movement; he had led it upward; he was now knocking on the gates of power. The confidence of all of us was boundless”

Abel collected some wonderful quotes and his book is well worth a read. I do not have the answers. Maybe Abel thought he found out why ‘Hitler came into power’, but I myself believe more in magic than methodology. Still I love to read these stories and quotes that have held that magic.

I believe that our people are magical and soon they will feel that magic too, deluded or not I know that when I look at my fellow man I see him as special. I know when nobody is watching he collects stones and that he knows his land is his own, and when he finds his ‘Youth Battalion’ he will protect our home.