My
Affirmation
Motto: „Confused
by the parties’ favor and hatred, his historical image varied throughout
history
Friedrich Schiller.
The stupidity, maliciousness and
cowardice of certain contemporaries had believed that they could, and had to,
degrade and misinterpret, according to content and form, my twenty-five year
enlightenment work, which I have performed in word and text. Most of these
critics have not formed their judgment through their own knowledge, rather
through an obliging babbling of the opinion of another. These notes, in the
most difficult time of the German folk, are dedicated for reflection to these
questionable contemporaries and judges and all those who want to know it.
Mondorf in Luxemburg, House of the Internees
Summer 1945
Julius Streicher
Call
of Destiny
I was a village lad of five years of age when, for the first time, I
heard the word '‘Jew”. I heard it from the mouth of my mother. She had
selected, ordered and paid in advance for fabric for a suit for my father from
a peddler according to a sample shown. When then the shipment had arrived, the
fabric was not of the color and quality of the sample. My mother felt deceived
and we children cried with her.
When I then went to school and in
religion class heard from the mouth of the priest about the martyrdom of the
savior of Christiandom, I was filled with horror by the report that the Jews,
in light of the blood-drenched savior, had felt no pity and were not satisfied
with the torture of the prisoner, and even demanded crucifixion, even though
the Roman governor Pilatus could refute the accusation that Jesus, with his
struggle against the Jewish Pharisees, had violated criminal law. In that
religion class, a first suspicion came into my life that the essence of the Jew
was a peculiar one.
In the year 1909, I was called from
my Bavarian-Swabian home town to the municipal elementary school in Nuremberg
as teacher. At that time, the struggle for the liberation from clerical school
education raged with special intensity, and since the teachers believed that
had found a parliamentarian aide in the democratic party, it was a quite
natural development that I, as a representative of the young teachers, wanted
to speak in the democratic party.
I had soon overcome my inner
reluctance and now stood for the first time in my life at a political speaker’s
pulpit. I spoke what I felt, spoke as an inner voice commanded me to speak.
When I finished my speech, applause arose that made my cheeks turn red. A
portion of the audience had not joined this applause. They stared at me with
oddly questioning eyes. They had not been young lawyers. Most of them looked
different than those who applauded. When I later went home at late night hour
pondering, the blue-eyed deputy of the Cohn Banking House put his hand on my
shoulder and said with his life wisdom: „Streicher, let me tell you something.
I work in a Jewish business. I have learned to remain silent in moments when my
German heart would have gladly spoken, and I often speak in moments in which I
would gladly remain silent. The Jews are indeed small in number, but they are
great in the power that they have achieved economically and politically, and
this power is dangerous. You, my dear Streicher, are still young and ambitious
and speak your mind. But always remember what I have told you: The Jew's are a
power and this power is dangerous, very dangerous!”
In the following time, I often had
to remember this wise warning man, and today, too, I must do that again in the
house of the internees in Mondorf in Luxemburg.
Already soon after the start of the
First World War, voices became loud that the mass of Jews obligated to military
service keep their lives safe away' from the front in the ear, but even more in
war economy offices in the homeland. The order issued by the war minister in
the year 1916 to the army offices for the military participation of the Jews
according to number and nature, had to be rescinded, because Jewry informed the
imperial government that the execution of that order would endanger the signing
of the war loan. When I had thought over those events in the middle of the
First World War, the childish suspicion of the existence of a Jewish question
was replaced by a serious, important knowledge.
This first knowledge of the
existence of a Jewish question was increased by new experiences. Already in the
summer of 1918, new rumors of the imminent arrival of a political storm came
from behind the front again and again, which would put a quick end to the First
World War. The slogans that accompanied those rumors were the same ones, with
which the enemy propaganda filled the leaflets dropped over the German
trenches. German war morale, German thinking, was supposed to be brought to a
final collapse. Who the secret promoters of the subversion propaganda on this
side and on that side of the front were, soon became clear to me, when on the
first day of the armistice, on the trenches that had now become safe, a soldier
soviet with red armband and a French sergeant shook hands smiling. Both were
Jews. The will of one spirit had stabbed German war morale in the back, which
later had spoken from the mouth of a Jurgen Troller, of an Erich Muehsam and of
a Kurt Eisner that treason against the fatherland is heroism and Germany’s
defeat was his life’s work. Without having known this, the army that had
remained undefeated in the battles of the World War, agitated by the cruelty of
the armistice dictate and under the supervision of red soldier soviets, marched
back into the shame of a betrayed homeland.
When the bloody, great crime of the
revolution was past, a dull desperation fell like a huge shroud upon German
mood and a deep yearning for a strong, again ordering hand filled the hearts of
those who still dared to hope. More than a decade was to pass before this hope
found its fulfillment like a miracle.
I, too, had returned from the First
World War into this new Germany, of which the Marxist upstarts had predicted it
would be a Reich full of beauty and dignity. I, too, had turned away with
disgust from the event and had believed I should wait off to the side until
some rescuing miracle happened. Like before the war, I lived the task of my
profession as teacher and educator of German youth. But in my leisure hours, I went
into rural solitude with paint and brush in order to again find the God who had
created the historical greatness of the German past.
Then a voice shouted into me: You
are a part of your folk and will remain that even in moments in which you
believe you can no longer have any hope. You can only continue to live, if your
folk continue to live, and you will perish, if you as well do not help to
overcome the abyss! That was the first call of fate to me.
Is there a race question?
A coincidence led me on a December
evening in the year 1918 to the inn „Kulturverein” in Nuremberg, in whose large
hall a group of citizens gathered weekly. The engineer Karl Maerz, a man of the
noblest character and great prestige, was the speaker. From his mouth, I heard
presentations of the Jewish question that led the realization already growing
within me to more and more clarification. I began to also read enlightening
publications and books. When in the process I encountered the judgements that
the great men of antiquity, of the Middle Ages and of the modern era had passed
about the essence of Jewry and its working in the life of folks, I was deeply
pleased by the discovery made and just as shocked, because I now learned that
for 4,000 years there should have existed a world enemy, who managed, down to
the present, camouflaged under the mask of „God’s folk”, to practice his
misdeeds. The door to the final realization, however, was opened by the
affirmation of the Jew Israel, who due to his services as English Minister-President
was raised to the nobility as Lord Beaconsfield. In his book „Endymion”, he
affirms: „The race question is the key to
world history”.
So here comes from the mouth of one
of the greatest men of Jewry the statement that a race question exists and that
the knowledge of this question is able to clear up the often so mysterious
course of world events. With this key, the constructive and destructive forces
in world events should, in an examination, are made visible for those readers
of my notes who are not yet even in the vestibule of knowledge.
What does one understand by race?
Science answers:
„A larger life community of human beings, who in their physical form and
their intellectual-psychological nature resemble each other and who pass on
their physical traits and intellectual-psychological traits to their offspring
through heredity, one calls race.”
Science has proven a half dozen
human races, the most creative and thus most valuable, however, is the Nordic
race. Science designates as Nordic race those nobly formed, tall grown,
long-skull, blonde-haired, blue-eyed and light-skinned human beings, equipped
with the intellectual-psychological gift of courage in the face of death,
perseverance, truthfulness, loyalty, conscientiousness and formative energy. It
is that blood community of human beings who survived the selection process (the
physically and intellectually-psychologically incapable perished) of the
Northern European Ice Age ending 12,000 years ago. This Nordic race, with its
close to God spirit of humanity, created immortal values. It invented the
cultivation of grain from wild growing grasses, the breeding of domestic
animals, it invented the plough, the utilization of ore and revealed in its
creative energy the divine calling to be the chosen race for leadership. From
this Nordic race, in gray prehistory ever more peasant treks wandered down
toward the south and into the southeast in order to seek new land and again
become settled. If, in the following period, the high cultures of India, Persia
and Asia Minor blossomed, and a Greece and Rome could arise, whose creations,
in their beauty and might, even in their ruins, still radiate blissfully into
the present, then this is owed to the creator will and the formative energy of
the Nordic race.
Folk and race are not the same
thing. While a race represents a blood community of physically and
intellectually- psychologically similar human beings, a folk is a community of
non-equals. In a folk, there are large and small people, long- skulls and
round-skulls, some with light, yellowish and brownish skin, people with blonde,
brown and black hair and blue, brown and black eyes. Likewise, their intellectual-psychological
nature is diverse. Over the course of millennia, the descendants of the Nordic
race have almost disappeared in Europe’s southern folks in a colored racial
admixture, while in the folks of Northern Europe they still remain in substantial
number, so in Germany, too.
If the Germans are even today called
„Germans” by the other folks, this is a memory of the time in which Germanic
man, as descendant of the Nordic race, was still the last great blood
wellspring from which the other folks again and again received new creator
blood.
It was Germanic blood that created
for the English folk the physically so nobly formed and psychologically so
intrepid, in the pursuit of its goals so tenacious and persevering human type,
which invariably had to become the creator of the greatest empire of the modern
era. And if it was possible that in North America, in just a few centuries, a
New World grew up of such mighty formative energy and greatness, then this,
too, was the deed of human beings of Nordic form and Nordic soul.
It is ancient peasant wisdom: The
value of domestic animals remains preserved as long as the high breeding of the
animals remains preserved. But their performance diminishes and their
appearance, too, if a highly breed race is crossed with races of poor
performance. That is how it is with human races, too. As long as the Nordic
race propagated itself in its own blood, its physical, noble form remained
preserved. But the psychological essence and hence the formative energy of the
spirit as well was passed on in the offspring. But at the moment when Nordic
man began to mix his blood with other races, Nordic form and Nordic essence was
lost in his offspring. It is a law of nature: The high preserves itself only in
the high, the sacred only in the sacred. If the barrier of this law of nature
is crossed, if the races begin to mix, then the unique value of the high and
valuable sinks in the swamp of the low and worthless.
It was the devil who brought to the
legendary first human beings, Adam and Eva, the belief that man could be the
same as God; because they believed the devilish insinuations, they lost their
paradise. It was also the devil who put the doctrine of human equality into the
world. At the moment that the first mixing of Nordic human beings with the
blood of other races began, the first sin against blood happened, and original
sin was born. Psychological discord and dissatisfaction, and hence misfortune,
spread among human beings.
Thus the secret is no longer a
secret, now we know it: Through the mixing of the blood of the Nordic race with
the blood of colored human races, the Nordic creator soul, along with the
Nordic noble form of body, perished in the racial swamp of the south and of
Asia Minor. With the disappearance of human beings of Nordic race from those
lands, their cultural creations as well invariably had to come to an end. If
hence the cultures of antiquity have been passed down to our time only as
ruins, then this is testimony to the racial drama that played out millennia
ago: The decline of the Nordic race.
Madison Grant, the great seer in the
United States of America, proclaimed in his „Decline of the Great Race”, which
appeared in the year 1913, that in North America’s melting pot as well, in
which the Nordic race has begun to also mate with people of colored race,
creative man of Nordic race sinks inescapably into the racial swamp and with
this sinking the great light is extinguished that people of Nordic race have
brought into the world.
Israel Lord Beaconfield is hence
right, when he says there is a race question and that, only with knowledge of
it, can one light the dark that makes world history in many an event that seems
incomprehensible to us.
The World Destroyer
The Jewish folk has emerged from the
racial chaos of the Near East, where Nordic man, on his search for new land,
encountered yellow, brown and black people and mixed his blood with these
colored people. The Jewish scholar Otto Weininger affirms this in his work „Breed
and Character” [„Geschlecht und Charakter”]. He writes:
„The admixture of Mongolian blood gave many Jews a yellowish skin color
and the admixture of Negro blood created a long Jews the often encountered
puffy lips and curly hair.”
There exists no folk, in which the
plentitude of admixture is so manifest as in the folk of the Jews. The Jewish
folk has absorbed blood elements of all races, to a large degree, the blood of
the Nordic race as well. In every blood mixture, a mixture of
intellectual-psychological values also takes place. The diversity of Jewish
blood created the physical and intellectual- psychological racial type that we
call Jew. But the diversity of Jewish blood also determined the uncommon path
that Jewry began to take, when it elevated its „selection” to divine law and
hence created that isolation that secures for the Jewish folk its preservation
as folk and race down to the present day. The sacred scripture of the Jews, the
Old Testament, provides information about this. In the book of Moses, chapter
17, is it reported the Jewish God Jehovah made a pact with the patriarch of the
Jewish folk, Abraham, which was simultaneously supposed to be a pact for all of
Jewry for eternity. The pact declaration goes like this:
„I want to establish a pact between myself and your seed and it should
be an eternal pact!”
Since the pact was supposed to be
made for eternity and be indissoluble, an equally permanent sign of the pact
was decreed:
„Everything that is male among you, should be circumcised on the foreskin.
That should be a sign of the pact between myself and you.”
There may be no doubt that only the
circumcised were supposed to be recognized as pact members. It stands written:
„And whoever is not circumcised on the foreskin of the flesh, his soul
should be exterminated.”
With this determination of divine
selection, Jewry created for itself a camouflage that contributed to an
extraordinary degree to the tolerance of Jewry by Christendom, and at certain
times even caused it to defend Jewish interests.
A folk that declares itself to be
God’s chosen folk must also set itself a life goal that is uncommon. In the
first book of Moses, chapter 15, Jehovah speaks to Abraham:
„I want to bless your seed and multiply it like the stars in the sky and
like the sand at the sea. Your seed should possess the gates to the world!”
The gates to the world! With this
promise from its god Jehovah, the creation of a Jewish world domination was
made a commandment for Jewry.
After the Jews, after an almost 500
year stay in Egypt, had to leave again, they sought to make the land of Canaan
useful to them. It was land that had been made so fruitful by peasants, who had
come from the north, that it could be said of it that, in this land, milk and
honey flowed.
The gratitude that the Jews showed
their host land before their departure from Egypt is reported in the second
book of Moses, chapter 12:
„All first-horn from the first, sons of the Pharaoh to the first son of
the prisoner in prison and the son of the maid in the mill were murdered, there
was no house, in which there was not a dead person.”
The leader from Egypt had been
Moses. He had not neglected to cause the folk to bring along the gold and
silver treasure of the Egyptians. Already in that time, there was a
sub-humanity in the folks and it kept to the Jews. It stands written:
”And with them also came much rabble folk [Pöbelvolk] from Egypt and
sheep and cattle.”
This „rabble folk” was then the one
that gave its blood for the Jews during the invasion of the Promised Land.
The Jewish god Jehovah took over the
leadership of the war council for the conquest of the land of Canaan. In the
fourth book of Moses, chapter 33, it stands written:
„And the Lord (Jehovah) talked with Moses in the domains of the Moabiter
on the Jordan and spoke: When you have crossed the Jordan into the land of
Canaan, you should expel all inhabitants and destroy all their altars and
shrines on the heights, so that you take the land and reside in it. You should
divide the land through lottery among your families.”
In the fifth book of Moses, chapter
20, Jehovah becomes even clearer:
„When you arrive in front of a city, you should offer it peace. If they
reply peacefully, all the folk that is found therein should be made tributary
and subordinate to you. If a city does not want to peacefully negotiate with
you, then besiege it. And when the Lord, your God, puts it in your hand, you
should slay with the sword everything male within it, you should let nothing
live that has breath,”
And the Jews acted as their god had
them told through Moses. In the fourth book of Moses, chapter 31, it stands
written:
„And the children of Israel took the women of the Midianiter prisoner
and their children, all their livestock, all their property and goods they
robbed, and burned with fire all the cities and all the villages, and took all
the booty and everything that could to taken, people and livestock.”
The Jewish Field-Marshal Moses,
however, was not satisfied with that, for it stands written:
„And Moses became
angry at the leaders of the army and spoke to them: Why did you let all the
women live: So strangle now everything that is male among the children, all the
women who have known and slept with men; but all the children who are female
and have not known men, let them live for yourselves!!!”.
Two questions arise: Can a god who
has made a pact only with the Jewish folk and who commanded this folk the most
horrible plundering and extermination of other folks simultaneously also be the
god of the Christians, who through his priests has charity preached?
Second: if „war criminals” are
supposed to have ever existed, where must their teacher be sought then?
In the fifth book of Moses, chapter
11, Jehovah gives the Jews the promise:
„All places that the soles of your feet step upon, should be yours, from
the desert and the mountain of Lebanon and from the waters of the Euphrates to
the evening sea, should be your borders. Nobody will be able to resist you.”
That is also what came about. Nobody
resisted the methods of Jewish warfare. Blossoming lands, high cultures of
antiquity were destroyed and with them the folks who had created them. The race
question is the key to the knowledge of that event.
When the Romans had begun to fight
their battles on Greek soil, the worm of decay had already finished its work in
the folk of the Greeks. Whoever of the descendants of the courageous and
creative Nordic in this land had not found his end in the fraternal wars of the
tribes or in the Persian wars, had for a long time already only propagated
himself in children who had stemmed from women of lesser blood. The noble, in
its proportions so beautiful Greek body, and the close to God spirit residing
inside it, had become a rarity. Greece had become the playground of
mixed-breeds and Jews, from whose intellectual- psychological baseness its
beauty invariably had to perish.
But the folk of the Romans as well
had already for a long time found itself in a state of dissolution. In it, too,
fraternal wars and especially the war of annihilation against Carthage had
caused Nordic man a blood loss from which Rome could no longer recover. The
following expansion deep into Africa and Asia could no longer hide the
inevitableness of the coming decline. Knowledge of the involvement that the
Jews had in the decline of the Nordic folk of the Romans is affirmed by the
great German historian Theodor Mommsen in his „Roman History”, the Jews in the
Roman folk were „a ferment of decomposition”.
When then the promised lands on the
Mediterranean had become unpromising, the Jewish gaze was directed toward the
virgin north land, the land of Germanic man. Already in the first Roman
colonies on the Rhine and Danube. German ethnic groups had come into contact
with Jews, who, especially as suppliers of blonde human wares deep into Asia
and Africa, had managed to make huge profits. But only rising Christianity
finally opened to the Jewish folk the gates to the Reich of Germanic man.
Germanic man’s will to resistance, arising out of instinct, was now held down
by church doctrine that the Jews were God’s chosen folk and thus the bringer of
salvation for mankind. Whoever trespasses against the Jews, trespasses against
the commandment of charity and hence against God.
But it could not be avoided that
Germanic man, tormented by Jewish interest usury, again and again arose in
bloody resistance and brought about those expulsions of the Jews that even
today are presented by Jew and Jew gnomes as a „dark” Middle Ages. If already
back at that time, Europe’s Germanized folks were not able to free themselves
forever from Jewish exploitation and physical and psychological poisoning, that
was due to the rulers of that time, to the nobles, kings and emperors, whose
tax collectors, advisers and personal physicians the Jews had managed to
become.
The Jews still resided in the
self-chosen ghettos and they still had not yet achieved what they had sought
without interruption: The abolition of the Jew laws that branded them as what
they were in reality, folk-alien and blood-alien. Only force, the overthrow of
the state, could finally open the path for them for the rise into the state’s
key positions. So it came to that first great overthrow of state in Europe, to
the French Revolution. Jewish historians rightfully brag about the French
Revolution as one of their greatest works. The French Revolution brought the
Jews not just civil equality in France, it also had as a result the revolutions
of the years 1848/49, through which was brought to a fall in Europe’s other
great states the last protection laws, which had been established against the
penetration of the Jews into state life. The knowledge that the French
Revolution served Jewish interests was written by Goethe in his „annual market
of Plunderweilern”:
„The clever folk sees a path open,
As long as order exists, it has nothing to hope for. ”
After the Jewish folk had now
managed to achieve equal rights in the folks, it went about adding political
power to its money power. Divide et impera („Divide and conquer”). The folks
were divided into pro-nationalist and anti-nationalists, into conservatives and
liberals, into denominations and free- thinking parties. In each party, the
Jews made themselves wirepullers and beneficiaries. Where it proved necessary,
the Jews camouflaged themselves through baptismal certificate of whatever
denomination. The Jew thereby created for himself in each folk parliamentarian
majorities, such as he needed at any given Lime for his political purposes.
These majorities did not notice in whose service they gave their votes. But the
Jew Karl Marx created the mightiest weapon for the Jewish folk through the
organization of the red International of the proletariat. In the belief of
thereby freeing itself from world capitalism, the international proletariat, as
assault troop of the revolutions, without realizing it, again and again served
the global interests of its own executioners.
But if a folk still possesses forces
that cannot be beaten down from inside, then it is the blood loss of war with
the following revolution that now comes into use. Dr. Jonak von Freyenwald
collected in his book „Jewish Affirmations” over a thousand utterances of
leading Jews, in which is admitted with brutal frankness that the First World War
was not just a huge business enterprise of international high finance, rather
also a means through which the German folk, still resisting the Jewish demand
for world domination, was supposed to be put into a condition of impotence.
The resistance, to which the Jews
see themselves exposed in all folks, is called „anti-Semitism”. Jews and Jew
comrades have claimed that „anti-Semitism” is a malicious invention of German
National Socialists. The Jewish leader Theodor Herzl provides the answer to
thus. In his published „Diary”, he writes:
„Anti-Semitism exists everywhere that Jews in greater number come
together with non-Jews. But it is brought by Jews into the lands, in which
there is still no anti-Semitism. ”
With this affirmation, Theodor Herzl
admits the existence of a Jewish question and he thereby also admits that the
resistance resulting in the folks must be sought in the nature of the Jew. Such
a realization caused him to call the Zionist movement to life with the goal:
creation of a national home for all of Jewry.
The Struggle Begins
With such mental equipment of
knowledge and realization, I now entered the struggle. If the German folk was
to regain self- determination of its folkish and national life, then this folk
had to recognize the enemy who plunged it into misfortune, and it had to
realize that the energy for its rebirth, and hence the energy for its release
from the chains that the enemy had put on it from inside and outside, could
only come from itself.
„Come all!” So screamed the
blood-red posters again and again from the advertising pillars and building
walls into the „mass human being”. And they all came. The Herkules- Velodrom,
the assembly-building of the Marxist organized workers, was filled with people
from the factory, with men and women, with old and young. A delegate of the
makers of the November Revolution spoke, of whom each knew that the power they
had achieved would only last for as long as it was possible to keep the
proletariat in the faith. In the faith that the revolution had really brought
the people in the factory freedom from capitalist servitude. Among the
thousands of unknown people, I, too, sat as an unknown. They were the worn out
phrases such as one could read them day after day in the Marxist press. It was
a wild agitation against everything nationalist and an obscene praise of
treason against the fatherland by the International. One noted of the speaker
that he himself did not believe what he said, and hence he left the hearts of
the listeners cold and without movement. And hence the applause, too, that was
given him at the conclusion, was cold and forced.
I reported for the „discussion”.
Many thousands of questioning eyes were directed at me as I climbed up to the
red curtained platform and began to speak. I no longer know what I had said.
But I will never forget the storm of applause that raged around me and
accompanied me out into the peace of a star saturated January night of the year
1919.
Eight days later. Again the call „to
all“ and again applause for the speaker, a summoned clapping by a few
proletarian hands. And again my report for discussion. „A Mr. Streicher has
again appeared to speak. Should we let him speak?“ Shouts: „Let him speak!” And
I spoke again. But hardly had the first words left my mouth, when shouts of
protest came from the foremost chairs: „Stop! He is a provocateur! He is an
enemy of the workers! Out with him!” And, spat upon and cursed by the agitated „mass
human being”, I left the building reflective, in which eight days earlier I had
been cheered.
But it had gotten around in the
factories and inns: Here is somebody, who does not give in. One threw him out
of the meeting hall, because he said the workers had been deceived, they run
around, without them noticing it, on the nose-ring of capitalism, and
capitalism is the Jews. He is not all so wrong about that.”
And he came again, this „one”. When
the red chairman again wanted to stop me from speaking, hundreds shouted in
protest: „Vote! Vote!” There was a vote. The majority voted for free discussion.
Since that moment, I could now, week after week, present my political position,
even if only for a few minutes, in the assemblies of the social democrats, of
the independents, of the communists and Spartacists, again and again
interrupted by applause. The first seed had sprouted!
Meanwhile, the treaty had been
signed in Versailles, the instrument of hatred and of revenge that was supposed
to cause straight-jacket and enslavement to the German folk for time eternal
and hence national and folkish decline. Now my day had come! Blood-red posters
screamed into the hall:
„Come all, 300 people, who know each other and who are in a mysterious
manner connected to each other, rule the economic fate of the world! So affirms
the Great Jew Walter Rathenau! Come to the Herkules-Velodrom! Julius Streicher
will reveal the secret to you, he will tell you who the men are who enslave the
sleeping people of all folks! ”
And they came, they all came.
Already two hours before the beginning of the assembly, the Herkules-Veldrom
was overfilled with the curious. Tens of thousands no longer found admittance
and filled the broad square and the street over to the main train station.
Police on foot and mounted were present in order to maintain order. I was in a
very good mood as I walked through all this and then, encouraged by shouts,
stepped into the Herkules-Velodrom as speaker of the first public assembly
organized by myself. And I spoke. I spoke freely. „Continue to speak! Continue
to speak!” I spoke until the midnight hours, and when I had ended and, bathed
in sweat, had to let a storm of cheering pour over me, a silent prayer rose
from my heart up to heaven. I felt it: now the path was open to the heart of
the seduced, to the heart of the people in the factory, to the heart of the
folk. A breech had been made in the building that the Jew Karl Marx had erected
in the brains of the sleeping people.
The second mass assembly I called
was broken up by a band of terrorists bribed with beer and cigarettes. My
speech ended in a bloody meeting hall battle.
Meanwhile, a group of men had
already formed around me, who were ready to risk their life to protect me from
the terror of political criminality. When, in the third assembly I organized,
paid terrorists again sought to disrupt it, they were sprayed out the doors and
windows with ready water hoses. This cold shower had as a result that an
assembly organized by me was never again disrupted.
The leaseholder of the
Herkules-Velodrom, however, had let himself be intimidated. He denied me the
hall for future assemblies. But that also had a good side. I now spoke in the
large hall of the „Kultur-Verein”. People dared to venture there, who
considered themselves too fine to appear in the meeting hall building of the „proletarians”
and subject themselves there to bodily danger. They were people who called
themselves „burghers”. They now received weekly injections (in a manner
bearable for them), with the result that now at the regular drinking tables of
the „better” people, too, it was discussed, whether it might not be good to now
and then listen to the preacher of the new.
Not a week passed, in which I did
not speak in a public Friday assembly or at the discussion evenings of those
who had become loyal followers. So soon, a following of many thousands of men
and women had grown. The most public and active among them had already
organized themselves as a following through registration in the membership
lists. They called themselves „German National-Socialist Workers Party”. Ail
honestly productive German were supposed to belong to it, regardless of
whatever rank and occupation and regardless of whatever religious denomination.
The Stürmer
The bourgeois daily press took no
notice of the folk movement that had developed in Nuremberg. It feared business
damage through the loss of advertising from Jewish businessmen.
That the Marxist press also remained
silent about it, was self-evident. But soon voices arose in the Marxist camp
that protested against it that one did not resist the emerging danger. The
silent treatment was now replaced by ugly personal degradation and by ridicule
of my speeches. But in the process, the Marxist press achieved the opposite of
what it wanted to achieve. It awakened the curiosity of its readers and they
came, ever more numerous, to my assemblies in order to compare what was written
by the red press with what was spoken by me. So Jewish-Marxist hatred became
propaganda for those whom it wanted to harm.
In order to nonetheless have an opportunity
to have a public effect through a press organ as well, in the year 1920 I
created my first weekly newspaper, „Deutscher Sozialist” [„German Socialist”].
I was the sole contributor of the content. This substantial increase of work
was performed by me in addition to my professional activity as teacher and
speaker of the movement. Often I only had a few morning hours to rest. A simple
life style and growing joy in what has created made what was considered
impossible possible. My own inexperience in newspapers and the indecency of
somebody entrusted with publication work had as a result that my first
newspaper founding collapsed after an existence of a little over a year. The
same fate befell the „Deutscher Volkswille” [„German Folk Will”] created in the
year 1921.
In the spring of 1923, I baptized
the weekly newspaper „Der Stürmer” [„The Charger”]. It had the good luck to
serve my enlightenment struggle as sharp and very successful weapon up into the
year 1945, hence almost 25 years. There were times when the „Stürmer” special
editions, prepared by my co-worker Karl Holz, who has meanwhile fallen at the
site of our struggle, went out into the world in press runs of up to four
million. The „Stürmer” had found the path to the heart of the German folk like
no other paper of its kind had managed. The folk itself had become co-worker
through the supply of material and through again and again inspiring assistance
through distribution of the fighting newspaper. Suddenly, German men and women
stood on the street corners of German cities and offered the „Stürmer” for
sale. Many of them were spat upon by terrorist and crippled by beatings. Two of
them died as a result of their injuries.
When the first issue of the „Stürmer”
was supposed to appear, the newspaper women refused to put my fighting
newspaper on their newspaper stands out of fear of terror. There was a young
girl who found a solution. She went from cafe to cafe and - perhaps for the
sake of the girl - the new paper being offered sold briskly. Since the sale
took place without commercial permit, the police went after the brave little
sales girl and gave her a small fine. But the „Stürmer” had been introduced to
the public by a blonde, blue-eyed girl. Furthermore, Jews themselves became
propagandists: They bought up issues of the „Stürmer” that were especially
painful to them in masses.
Before the „Stürmer” developed into
what it had then later become, there were still many pressing concerns. One
time the debt with the printer had grown to RM 17,000. Collapse threatened.
Then help came through an event that in the folk one calls „miracle”. On a
postcard written by a woman’s hand without name, I was summoned at a certain
afternoon hour to the zoo gate. Curiosity made me obey the mysterious summons.
A girl with two blonde pigtails hanging down the side came up to me and handed
me a thick letter. She responded to my question about her name and the source
with an obliging smile. When I opened the letter in the editorial office - it
was a small room in the print shop - twenty thousand mark banknotes were lying
on the table in front of me. The „Stürmer” had escaped its distress. After the
rise to power, I repeated asked in public assemblies for the kind donor to step
forward so that I could perhaps help him or bring him some joy. That helper,
remaining unknown, and the little messenger of back then, are remembered with
gratitude in the house of the internees in Mondorf.
In the year 1935, my publisher back
then, W. H., died in a Nuremberg hospital. I had not concluded any written
contract with him, and now that he was dead, his widow declared the „Stürmer”
as her property. In order not to have to go to court and not put into question
the continued publication of the fighting newspaper, I bought back my property
for RM 45,000. A Nuremberg businessman had put the money at my disposal in
exchange for a statement of liabilities.
The „Stürmer” soon had an effect far
beyond Germany and it is typical that my fighting newspaper also found
imitation there, both in the form of the content as well as in the form, in the
manner, in which it presented itself. „Stürmer” weeklies emerged in Denmark,
North America, South America, South Africa, India, Japan and Mandschuko.
When the „Stürmer” is discussed,
that man must also be remembered, who with his talented drawing pencil proved
himself a valuable co-worker. „Fips” is inseparable from the „Stürmer”. His
life path is as unusual as the moment that led him to the „Stürmer”. As the son
of a Nuremberg factory worker, he joined the navy as a volunteer of the World
War at the age of 16. As „Red” sailor, he was pulled into the revolution at the
end of the war. On an adventurous route, he then reached Triest. After he had
earned the necessary means in a brewery there, he traveled to Argentina, where
he supervised the Indians in a vast region, who had to watch the cattle herds of
the owner, a wealthy Jew in Buenos Aires. In this broad isolation of a foreign
land, he practiced drawing with a pencil. Then he traveled over to the big city
and earned his first pennies as born artist with caricatures for the press
there. Yearning then drove him back to Germany with his wife and two children.
The social democratic newspaper „Frankische Tagespost” had assigned him to mock
me, the accused in a court case, in his drawing. But when he could now, for the
first time, see the man with his own eyes and hear him with his own ears, whom
his red bosses hated, he had the drawing turned over to me through the court
usher. My opponent, the democratic mayor, was portrayed as skeleton with
hanging head. The Jewish court official Süssheim standing in front of him gazed
at him full of pity and said: „Embarrassed down to the bones.” The „Stürmer”
issue with this drawing was confiscated, which had as a result that the next
press run increased many fold. Since then, „Fips” drew for the „Stürmer” up to
spring 1945. Whether he was also taken into custody as a „war criminal”, is
unknown to me at this moment.
I had never had the desire to be
understood by members of a so-called „intelligentsia“ in my „Stürmer” work and
to be praised by them in my public speeches. In my enlightenment work, I wanted
to seize the working man in his mass, pull him along and win his heart. The man
of the workday is simple in his thinking and great in his feeling. He wants one
to talk to him like he himself talks and wishes to speak: Open, honest, without
ambush! I also trained my co-workers in the „Stürmer” and in the party for such
a manner speaking and writing. One of my best helpers had been Ernst Hiemer,
who has now also been shown the honor of being imprisoned.
Where there is light, there is also
shadow, and where there is planing, shavings also fall. It would have been
unnatural, if the „Stürmer” had not also made mistakes. Only people who are
themselves without inner life and would have been unable to perform a 25 year
long „Stürmer” work, cling pettily to this or that mistake and in the detail
like to ignore the big picture. These critics do not notice at all how they
themselves thereby provide testimony to pettiness and wretchedness.
The greatest recognition for my work
has come from the mouth of the enemy. After my arrest, a Jewish police officer
said: „You set an entire world ablaze with your ‘Stürmer’.”
Adolf Hitler Speaks!
„Have you already heard Adolf Hitler
speak?” I had been asked again and again for some time. And when this happened
again, it seemed to me as if fate had again directed a call at me.
It was on a winter day in the year
1922. I sat there again in a public assembly as an unknown among unknown. I sat
in a mass assembly in the meeting hall of the „Bürgerbraus” on
Rosenheimerstrasse in Munich, A tremendous tension of anticipation was lying
over the mighty assembly hall.
Suddenly, the call came from
outside: „Hitler is coming!”, as if struck by the ray of a mysterious force,
many thousands of men and women rose from their seats, raised up their right
arm as blessing, and like the shout of a primal force, the cry „Heil Hitler”
roared again and again toward the man approaching. With effort, those
accompanying him cleared a path for him through the pushing masses of people.
When he now stood at the pulpit and,
with a face glistening with joy, gazed across the raging enthusiasm, I felt
that there must be something special about this Adolf Hitler! The storm of
enthusiasm had been replaced by an oddly expectant silence.
Now he spoke. At first, slowly and
hardly any emphasis, but then ever faster and more forceful, and finally
escalating to great strength. What was said, was the revelation of a deep
knowledge of the cause that plunged the German folk into its misfortune, and it
was the revelation of a deep belief in God, which from the strength of German
spirit and of German heart will break the chains of slavery, when the time has
come. It was a tremendous wealth of thoughts that came from his mouth in a more
than three-hour speech, clothed in the beauty of talented speech.
Each felt it: This man speaks from a
divine calling, he speaks as delegate of heaven in a moment in which hell
opened up to devour everything.
And all had understood him, with the
brain and with the heart, the men and also the women. He had spoken for all,
for the whole German folk. It had been the last hour before midnight, when his
speech ended with the solemn admonishment: „Workers of mind and of fist! Join
hands in a German folk community of heart and of deed!”
„We assemble to pray before God the
Just!” [„Wir treten zum Beten
vor Gott den Gerechten!”] Never before had I heard this song sung so ardently pleading and so full
of faith and hope, and never before had the singing of the „Deutschland- Lied”
[German National Anthem] moved me so deeply, as it happened in that mass rally,
in which, for the first time, I saw Adolf Hitler and heard him speak. I felt
it: in this moment, fate had called me for the second time! I rushed through
the cheering masses to the podium and now stood in front of him: „Mr. Hitler! I
am Julius Streicher! At this hour I know it: I can only be a helper, but you
are the Führer! I hereby hand over to you the folk movement created by me in
Franconia.”
Questioning, he gazed at me from the
blue depth of his eyes. There were long seconds. But then, he took my hands
with great warmth: „Streicher, I thank you!”
So fate had called me the second
time. But this time it was the greatest call in my life.
The Nurembergers are stubborn people
and hence they had only been Bavarians, because one made them that with white-
blue border posts. Because they say that no human being can be perfect, they
also did not believe in the infallibility of the Pope. Martin Luther found an especially
friendly welcome among them, and when it came down to deciding, they did not
join the Catholic Flabsburgs, rather the Protestant Swede Gustav Adolf.
They also never kept their
orientation a secret, when Napoleon Bonaparte put Germany in chains and his
regents harassed the folk. It was the Nuremberg book dealer Friedrich Palm who
published the book „Germany in Its Lowest Debasement”, and then had to suffer a
martyr’s death for his courage of conviction in Braunau am Inn, where Adolf
Hitler was born 85 years later.
The Franks were more than a little
amazed, when they then learned what had played out in Munich. Many said I had
betrayed Franks to the Jesuits, and others asked whether I thought anything
good would come from a born Austrian. But the 150% Nurembergers scolded that it
should have been the other way around, not the Nurembergers should have had to
go to Munich, rather the Munich people to Nuremberg.
So Hitler’s reception in the first
public assembly in Nuremberg was not yet overly pleasing. The distrust against
the „cloaked Jesuit” Adolf Hitler, who supposedly received his orders straight
from the Vatican, soon had to make room, however, for the conviction that this
here was no „Austrian”, no „Vatican man”, also no „provocateur in the hire of
big capitalism”, rather a man from the folk, who had his heart in the right
place and with his clear head knew what he wanted. So Adolf Hitler’s first
appearance in Nuremberg had been a great success: Nuremberg and Munich had
joined together with their hearts! The bridge to Northern Germany was erected!
Everywhere in Germany, an awakening
now began. Workers of the mind and of the fist become preachers, men who never
in their life would have thought of one day daring to speak in public. A
wonderful energy emanated from the name Adolf Hitler, so that even those who
had never seen the man Adolf Hitler now became his disciples. It is a movement
of the hearts that encompasses all and even makes the women loyal, inspiration
helpers. But the youth joins the brown front and, with laughing eyes, radiates
the good fortune that begins to evolve for the German folk.
Terrible, oppressive mood weighed
down on Germany at that time. From outside, a pitiless enemy, who had allegedly
concluded „peace” with Germany in the year 1919, scorned, and, in the interior
of the dismembered Reich, the devil rampaged. Germany had been made tributary
by the „hand of Judah”. Its work on the field and in the factory was still only
for payment of the tribute to the victor and slave-master. But how gladly would
the German folk have worked again, if it just had an opportunity for it. The
machines were silent, because raw materials were lacking, and where they
existed, work was not allowed, because the wire-pullers of mass strikes wanted
it so. From outside, the blockade disrupted import, and what the German field
produced, did not suffice for all. Babies grabbed in vain for the mother’s
breast, it was empty. Many hundreds of thousands of men, women and children
died from malnutrition, they died from starvation.
The dollar had been elevated to
king. The German mark fell, fell from one day to the next. „Proletarians” had
become millionaires over-night, and finally, for what one could yesterday still
purchase for I million, one today had to pay one billion and already tomorrow I
trillion. The devil had put on his fool’s cap. And the driven, the agitated,
did not know how to recognize this devil.
Unwashed, with tattered clothes and
dark faces, the tormented ’’mass human being” moved through the streets and
sought his tormentor, but did not find him. A tremendous sultriness was lying
over Germany. One said it to the other and all repeated it after the other: „things
can’t go on like this, something must come, and soon already, better an end
with horror than horror without end.” But those who had begun to believe again
looked with hope at Munich with the fearful question: „Have things gone far
enough, can he already dare what must be dared sooner or later?”
Hitler’s Rescue Attempt
It was a dismal, moist, cold, foggy
day, when I drove in a friend’s automobile to Munich in order to participate.
The date was November 8, 1923. Adolf Hitler had just fired an alarm shot in the
meeting hall of the „Bürgerbräukeller”, where a satiated, bourgeois world had
gathered in order to listen to State Commissar von Kahr under the protection of
a large police contingent. Unhindered, he walked through the shocked-to- death
assembly and now proclaimed, in clear words born by deep seriousness and deep
determination, the beginning of the „national revolution”.
It laid over the assembly like a
redemption, when Mr. von Kahr put his hand in Adolf Hitler’s hand and assured
his assistance. His Police Minister did the same thing. The assembly dissolved
itself and lost itself in the November night. But Mr. von Kahr still sat for a
long time at the table in the next room together with General von Ludendorff
and Adolf Hitler, and when he then departed to his automobile after giving his
word of honor, I felt a stab in my heart: „Hitler! Did you see the gaze of his
dark eyes? He is a perjurer, he is a traitor!”
We had separated, and when I entered
the room again around midnight, in which the general and the corporal front the
World War conferred, I saw the concern on their faces. And then the reports
rushed in. When Hitler had returned in the second hour after midnight from his
reconnaissance trip into the city, it had become a certainty. The word of honor
had been broken, the desired deed betrayed! The orders, signed by Mr. Kahr,
went through the police stations and barracks.
Around the third hour after
midnight, I delivered an address to the soldiers of the war school, standing
ready for the beginning of the „national revolution” under their commander
Robert Wagner. Youthful enthusiasm was in their faces when I had ended. Adolf Hitler
had listened from a balcony, and when his gaze struck me, a deep pain laid
itself upon my heart.
When the first, still faint morning
light of November 9, 1923 came through the windows of the „Bürgerbräukeller”, I
made the suggestion to Hitler to still try it through whipping up the masses.
He dictated an order into the machine, which turned over to me the propaganda
now to be made. In good spirits, a column of trucks occupied with SA people
then drove into the city. At the square in front of the Marxist newspaper „Münchener
Post”, I delivered my first address: „The national revolution races through the
land. Now there are no longer any parties, there are still just Germans.
Workers of the mind and of the fist! Shake hands! Break the chains of slavery in
which the world capitalism of the Jews and their helpers have brought us!
Germany Awake!”
The unexpected happened: The
thousands who stood on the red square sang the Deutschland-Lied with us.
The workers rushed in from the
construction sites, the employees from the business houses, and whoever crossed
the path, did not go any farther, each wanted to know, each wanted to hear. It
was an uplifting feeling to experience how the folk went about standing by
those who wanted to deliver the death blow to the shame and the misery.
It was the twelfth hour of midday,
when I had ended my speech on the broad space in front of the Feldherrnhalle
amidst tens of thousands of cheering people. A ray of sunlight had just broken
through the dark wall of clouds and made a red-brown dove flying from the
Theatiner Church even redder: It came from my mouth like a premonition: „See
the dove up there! It is as if its blood-red garb proclaims the difficulty of
the coming moment.”
An hour later, the swastika flag
that had stood next to me during my speech was lying in the blood of those who
had carried it. It became the „blood flag” of the movement.
When we now rushed to the „Bürgerbräukeller”
at high speed, the thousands who wanted to set off on the march into the city
already stood ready. I went back to the fourth row. As we approached the
Ludwigsbrticke, I hurried to the point of the procession. The police, who had
shouldered their rifles, were overpowered. Well, I remained at the point of the
procession. Behind me was the blood flag and in the first row next to it were
Erich Ludendorff and Adolf Hitler. It was an almost solemn pace that we
marched.
On both sides of the street, people
stood congested like walls. Men with serious, questioning gaze and women with
babies on their arms. Many had raised their right arm in greeting. One saw
tears of joy and also tears of surmising knowledge that somewhere death waited
for this or that one of us. But the boys and girls who stood closest to us
shouted with all their might: „Heil Hitler”, „Heil Ludendorff’ and „Germany
Awake!”
Many citizens looked down from the
windows without inner movement. For them, this procession was an event of which
one takes note, being curious, just to then return to the daily routine. Flags
with swastika on white disk and red background hung from many windows: Hitler
flags!
When the column had turned onto the
Max-Joseph-Platz and then marched on with gaze to the Ludwigstrasse, everybody
knew that one now needed a stout heart: From the residence to the Feldherrnhalle,
a gray human wall of police soldiers, with rifles made ready to fire, blocked
the exit to the Ludwigstrasse! We saw the danger and now there was no longer
any going back. We were drawn as if by the mysterious force of a tremendous
magnet and an inner voice commanded: Onward! Onward!
With revolver in hand, I had jumped
toward the wall: „Do not shoot! Behind us are Hitler and Ludendorff!” Then the
first salvo already blasted into the street. 16 dead were lying on the
pavement. The dead of the „Eternal Watch”! The swastika flag that had proceeded
them has received its consecration in their blood.
The rifles fell silent and when the
last shout of „murderers” had faded, a horrible silence fell over the street.
Adolf Hitler sat upright in his
vehicle, holding his dislocated left arm with the hand of his right arm, but
next to him, stretched out on a stretcher, was a bleeding child. He thus left
the square from whose blood the monument at the Feldherrnhalle should one day
arise: „And you have nonetheless triumphed!”
Already in the night of the same
day, I was arrested by detectives in the train on the trip to Nuremberg and
locked up in a medieval dungeon. Many thousands of people had gathered on the
train station square in Nuremberg, and when I mounted the prisoner vehicle, the
shout did not want to end: „Streicher Heil! Heil Streicher!”
As I paced back and forth during the
long hours of not being able to rest in my prison cell, I suddenly saw in a
dark corner, written with red pencil, the words: „Have sun in the heart,
whether storms or snows!” I would have gladly shaken the hand of this donor of
encouragement. The old defiance of laughing endurance had again arisen within
me. And when then, in addition, from some neighboring cell, the song, sung with
a woman’s voice, „Where the Alp roses glow”, reached my isolation, I would have
gladly given to this singer the red roses, which true love had given me through
the cold hands of a prison guard.
„You are free! I have orders to tell
you that you must immediately, without arousing commotion, go home!” I had
already envisioned myself as „traitor” with a long prison sentence and now this
surprise! Like a bird that is long unaccustomed to freedom, I first sought to
come to my senses. But then I hurried up the stone steps, out into the night of
November 10, 1923. Suddenly the shout: „Heil Streicher!” Already after a few
seconds, I stood in the middle of happily stirred women and men. And already at
the next moment, I stood on a table, up there in the infamous meeting hall of
the „Beckengarten”. „Hitler lives! The blood has not flowed in vain!” Then I
hurried home to the children and their mother.
Just as I was sitting at lunch, the
telephone rang: „The streets are full of people, they shout your name again and
again!” I could no longer hold myself back, jumped into the automobile and
drove into the city, past the posters, upon which martial law was announced.
And down from the automobile, I spoke to the masses pushing their way through
the Konigstrasse. It would have taken just one word, and the storm would have
broken loose. That was November 11, 1923.
In Landsberg
I fled out of the city. When I came
together with like-minded people for a secret conference, I was betrayed,
arrested and taken to Landsberg. Here I was a cell neighbor of party comrades
Amann and Major Hühnlein and many more.
Because I had shouted ”Heil Hitler”
through the peephole of a cell, in which I had been housed during the first
period of Adolf Hitler’s imprisonment, I was punished with loss of the stroll
in the prison courtyard. The director did not understand how an educated person
could make himself guilty of such a lack of discipline.
The government in Munich urged the
prison doctor to declare Adolf Hitler mentally ill. The doctor refused, was
sent into retirement and then died as a decent person. Hitler has repeatedly
remembered this prison doctor and spoken of him with great respect. In prison,
Adolf Hitler wrote his great affirmation: „Mein Kampf’.
Destruction of Existence and Slandering of Honor
The party had been dissolved since
November 9 and public recruitment for it banned. So it was a happy surprise,
when in spring of 1924 the election as delegate to the Bavarian Landtag
[Provincial Parliament] brought me the opportunity, under protection of
immunity, to be able to proclaim my National Socialist conviction from the
platform of the parliament. In this house, I felt like a pike in a pond of carp
that had grown fat.
Among the social democratic
delegates, there was a, racially quite fine looking, one who possessed the
courage to attack me while leaving the parliament building. When, after the
National Socialist rise to power in the year 1933, he had become unemployed, I
made sure that he was again given his office of director of tourism in
Nuremberg.
The Jew Alberti-Sittenfeld wrote in
the year 1883 in the magazine „Gesellschaft” ['‘Society”]:
„Whoever dares to take up the struggle against the Jews, they will take
away the basis of his existence and combat him with bestial brutality and with
the vilest means so for long until his nerves fail him and he gives up the
struggle.”
I had to learn quite soon that he
had stated the truth. In the Bavarian Landtag, a majority of all colors and
views came together against me; they revoked my immunity so that the government
could discipline me through removal from office. I was then sentenced by the
disciplinary court, which itself stood under compulsion, to dismissal from my
post as teacher. The justification for the verdict had been very decent.
Again and again, I was indicted by
the state prosecutor for „blasphemy and religious misdemeanors”. The Jews had
managed to be granted the protection paragraph of the Christian denominations,
and so it was possible to interpret my struggle against the Jewish race as
religious misdemeanor. At first, there were fines, then jail sentences, which I
received.
There were many judges who were
visibly pained by being compelled by the paragraphs to condemn me. In many
verdicts, the purity of my political struggle was acknowledged.
In one of my bigger trials, which I
had to endure, my opponent had been, at the time back then, a very prominent,
and in the democracy, very valued personality. According to Munich pattern, my
opponent had in a handwritten letter to the state prosecutor demanded one
should, through official medical decree, declare me mentally ill. It is owed to
a minor official that the devilish plan became known to me in time. I alarmed
the public in a leaflet and thwarted my enemies’ plan. But after the rise to
power, I proposed for the state prosecutor, who had called me „very dangerous”
in that trial and thus aimed for the famous paragraph 52, promotion to Court
President in Bamberg.
When creation of the gold mark had
replaced inflation, one believed on the Jewish side that the material distress,
in which I found myself, would exhaust me. Through intermediaries, to whom
large sums had been assured, one offered me several hundred thousand gold marks
and a villa in Switzerland, if I would disavow my struggle. I was happy to see
my struggle, already in its beginning, valued so highly.
When the bribery attempts remained
unsuccessful, the means of slandering of honor came into action. A bribed
unemployed man testified in a libel trial that I had had intimate relations
with his divorced wife. The wife could proof that she had first become
acquainted with me in the courtroom. The slanderer was convicted.
When I sat in prison again, my
lawyer handed me a leaflet that went through the city and claimed that, during
the First World War, I had raped a French teacher and the author of this report
had seen it himself. During the libel proceedings, the leaflet author repeated
his claim under oath. He had probably reckoned that the French woman allegedly
raped by me could not be located after such a long time and produced as
witness. The state prosecutor approved my request for initiation of a case for
perjury. During her examination, the already quite old French woman could
proclaim that she had never in her life spoken to me. The slanderer was
arrested. Betrayed by his cohorts denied their Judas reward, it came out. The
perjuring slanderer had received RM 30! Precisely twenty silver coins, just
like Judas Iscariot had once been paid out! But the newspapers, which had
played up and spread the slander across all of Germany, refrained from taking
note of the criminal’s conviction. Whose interests these newspapers served was
clearly visible from this behavior.
In still another way, one had tried
to get at my nerves. A representative of Jewry had betrayed to a presumed
confidant in the Nuremberg police department that one had tried in vain to
tempt me, on my assembly trips through Germany, into the net of a paid Esther.
The leaflets, in which I was again
and again accused of illicit love, reach into the dozens. Finally, one still
tried to brand me „child molester” and „homosexual”.
The defamation actions were probably
the most difficult thing that I had to bear in my 25 year long enlightenment
struggle. It was a big surprise for my opponents that my nerves did not fail
and I again and again urged my co-workers: The struggle goes on!
Now the very last means was supposed
to be put to use: Murder! A kind providence allowed me to survive such attempts
at annihilation as well, be it, that in the year 1921, on an assembly trip
through the occupied region, I was supposed to be thrown from the train, be it
in meeting hall battles or at moments when, late at night, I stepped to the
door of the apartment building on whose 5th floor I resided. All the bullets
meant for me missed.
But the defamation campaigns against
me had a good side, they were a propaganda that filled my assembly buildings
even where one had not expected it, and brought people to me as listeners who
could be torn from their lethargy only by curiosity.
The Struggle Goes On
The judges were deeply moved, when
Adolf Hitler had called to them to free the co-defendants, he took sole responsibility
for everything that happened, full responsibility. After nine months, he, too,
left Landsberg prison „on probation”.
In Munich, he was still banned from
speaking, hence he came to Nuremberg. There was indescribable jubilation, which
received him and accompanied him out of the city again. When the rally in front
of the hotel „Deutscher Hof’ did not want to end and the Deutschland-Lied
resounded up to him again and again, he was deeply moved. Again and again, he
opened the window and greeted gratefully. When he then gave me his hand, he
said: „There is only one Nuremberg.”
The invasion by the French had
brought great agitation to all of Germany. Reports of atrocities by white and
black soldier rabble increased day by day. The best of the German youth rushed
over to the tormented region. Volunteers from the First World War and those
who, due to their youth, could not be one. But above all stood the name Leo Schlageter. He died a hero’s death,
fallen by French bullets, on the heath near Düsseldorf. Under the protection of
French soldier rabble, Jewish communist leaders, in secret agreement with
Marxist government officials in Berlin, organized a rebellion against the
unoccupied portion of the Reich. German Freikorps beat it down.
But in unoccupied Germany as well,
the fire of rebellion ignited anew again and again. Mass strike followed mass
strike. Unemployment reached huge dimensions. An army of eight million was
counted. The buildings where they collected their welfare were overfilled. Curses
and imprecations threatened those who wanted to help, but could not help.
In the 1880’s, an anti-Semitic
movement had arisen in Germany that was much talked about. In order to harm it
in the public eye, three Jews set fire to a synagogue and a certain press
blamed this desecration on the evil Jew-haters. But it was a shot in the foot.
Jews were identified as the culprits and given severe sentences.
Because on the Jewish side one knew
how sensitive the public reacts to crime that is committed against religion,
cemetery desecration was invented and reported continuously. Hardly a week
passed in which overturned gravestones were not reported and „swastika guys” [„Hakenkreuzler”]
suspected as culprits. The „swastika guys” were free game for the system police
back then, and, given their eagerness to serve the Jews, they would have known
how to find „Nazi” people, if such could be proven to be the culprits. Here,
too, it was not difficult to recognize where the „cemetery desecrators” were to
be sought and could have been found.
A social democratic worker in a town
in Franconia - driven by his conscience - reported to a party dignitary after
1933 that the „cemetery desecration”, blamed by the red newspaper on the
National Socialists, had been carried out on Jewish orders. One hence sought by
such low methods in the period of struggle to degrade the ever more strongly
rising National Socialist movement through sensitive publicity.
Mass marches on the streets! Mass
rallies on public grounds! Here the red flag of rebellion, there the flag with
the swastika! Here the communist, there the National Socialist. Horst Wessel is
murdered in Berlin by a red gang led by the Jewess Kuhn! The „Horst Wessel”
Song, song by millions of hopeful Germans, raises to the heavens! The parties
have increased to half a hundred! Election follows election! Everything remains
the same!
Reich Party Day 1927 in Nuremberg.
The city of the Reich Days of old imperial glory has become the ceremonial site
of the National Socialists. The hope of the devout grows, the hatred of the
seduced, however, is boundless. Germans against Germans. The number of the
murdered and crippled is large and gets ever larger. Lord God in heaven, where
have you remained?
The Nuremberg Law
Every folk has the right and the
duty to give itself laws that is recognizes as necessary for its preservation.
The Jewish leader Moses, at the beginning of the war that made the promised
land of Canaan booty for the Jews, had given the law:
„You shall not give your daughters to the folks of the land that yon
enter, and your sons should not make the daughters of foreign folks their
wives.”
This law of Moses thus forbade the
mixing of Jewish blood with the blood of foreign folks and thereby secured the
continued propagation of the Jewish gene pool and the preservation of the
typically Jewish physical and intellectual-psychological unique kind for time
eternal. This law is hence a protection law for the preservation of the Jewish
race.
After Canaan’s conquest, the Jewish
race protection law given by Moses was no longer respected by many Jews. They
had made the daughters of the subjugated folks their wives and bred children
with them. In these offspring, the specifically Jewish element of the physical
and intellectual-psychological essence threatened to disappear more and more.
Here it was now the Jewish priest Esra, who renewed Moses’ law and thereby
saved the Jewish race from dissolution. As the Book of Esra reports in chapters
9 and 10, the Jewish priest Esra convened a folk assembly, in which the
violation of the laws was scorned as a serious offense and as a trespass
against God:
„Since I heard such a thing, I was distraught. I spread out my hands and
spoke: My God, I am ashamed and am reluctant to lift my eyes up to you, my God;
for our offense has gotten the belter of us and our guilt is as great as the
sky.”
Sechanja made himself the speaker of
the folk assembly:
’’Indeed, we have sinned, we want to expel all women and the children
from them!”
After Esra had taken their oath from
them, „that they should act according to these words”, the greatest mass
expulsion of all time began:
All non-Jewish women married to
Jews, along with the children who had resulted from these marriages, were
expelled from the Jewish folk community!
It is not known whether at that time
there were Allied governments who declared that mass expulsion of women and
children inhumane and engaged themselves for the expellees through summoning
all their means of power.
But Esra is rightfully celebrated by
Jewry as one of its greatest priests and leaders. Through the renewal of the
race protection law created by Moses, he saved Jewry from ruination. The
Egyptians, Persians, Greeks and Romans still only belong to history, because
they did not restrict the mixing of their blood with other races. But the
Jewish folk has outlived them, it lives still today, and in the 20th century,
it is in the process of winning it greatest victory: World domination!
What the laws of Moses and their
renewal through Esra was, and today still is, for the Jews, that is what the „Nuremberg
Law” should become for the German folk. It is that law that was passed in the
year 1935 by the German Reichstag and carries the designation: „Law
for the protection of German blood and German honor”. „The Nuremberg
Law” should be for the German folk what the law of Moses and Esra was, and
today still is, or the Jews: A protection for its preservation. It should
prevent that German virginity is still subjected to dishonoring by folk-aliens
and German blood still mixes with Jewish. The „Nuremberg Law” was hence not an
attack against another folk or another race, rather exclusively a law
for the protection of the continued existence of the German folk. The „Nuremberg
Law” will one day be extolled by history as the most significant work of
legislation of the 20th century, and with it, its creator Adolf Hitler.
Although the Jews are careful to
preserve the protection law given them by Moses and renewed by Esra, they are
the ones who combat the „Nuremberg Law” passed for the protection of the German
folk as an attack against Jewry and hence as a crime against „democratic
freedom”. That the Jews have demanded, and also achieved, the abolition of the „Nuremberg
Law” from the Allied governments, reveals how great their influence in world
events has already become.
War and War Guilt
The Second World War has swept over
Europe. The Führer is dead. The Greater German Reich has been smashed. German
cities lie in ruins. The German folk has been surrendered to the interest
slavery of its enemy. As in the First, so in the Second World War, too,
English, American and Russian soldiers have been the executors. But who is the
real victor of this war? Is it the folks from whom those soldiers had come?
The takeover of the government by
the Führer in 1933 was for World Jewry the signal to attack. The
World Jewish press agitated for the global boycott against Germany.
Germany’s reply was the 24 hour boycott of Jewish businesses on April 1, 1933.
No Jew lost his life in the process, and no Jewish business building was
damaged. The counter-boycott, ordered by the party leadership and carried out
under my leadership, was supposed to warn World Jewry against challenging
National Socialist Germany.
Since that time, malicious attacks
against National Socialist Germany have appeared in the world press again and
again. It was unmistakable that with that propaganda in the world, carried out
without interruption, the view was supposed to be bred that the existence of a
National Socialist Germany meant a danger for the other folks. The Jewish
writer Emil Ludwig, who emigrated to France, spoke especially clearly about
Jewish wishes and intentions in the magazine „Les Annales”:
„Hitler does not want war, but he will be
forced to it.”
The Polish ambassador in the USA,
Count Potocky, wrote at a time when in Europe nobody thought a Second World War
would come or must come, to his government in Warsaw that he had gained the
impression that influential Jews in Washington would work toward a new world
war. (See the German White Book.)
The report of the Polish Ambassador
Potocky, whom nobody can reproach with bias against World Jewry and who also
was no friend of National Socialist Germany, would alone suffice to be able to
thoroughly answer the question of war guilt. The guilt for the Second World
War, too, was born at the moment when god Jehovah, through the mouth of Field
Marshal Moses, gave the Jewish folk the instructions:
„You should devour all
the folks!”
With the defeat of National
Socialist Germany in the Second World War, World Jewry has won the greatest
victory in its history.
The Führer
The Führer is not dead! He lives on in the creation of his spirit close
to God. It will outlast the lives of those who were damned by fate to not
understand the Führer while he still lived. They will sink into the grave and
become forgotten. The spirit of the Führer, however, will continue to work into
time and became the savior for his enslaved folk and for a seduced mankind.
Concluding Comment
A Jewish prison director told me
that it pleases him that, even in the situation in which I find myself, I stand
upright for my cause. What, by that Jewish prison official, who in his
testimony of respect, without wanting to, proclaimed his own decent attitude,
produced amazement, is for me self-evident. I would be a dog if, at the moment
I find myself in the power of the enemy, I would disavow what I have known as
my conviction for over 25 years. This conviction is in agreement with the
demand of the Zionist leader Theodor Herzl:
„As long as Jews are compelled to live together with other folks,
anti-Semitism as well continues to exist. The world peace desired by the folks
will only then be able to become a fact, if World Jewry, too, has received a
national homeland.”
Mondorf, August 3, 1945
House of Internees
Julius Streicher