Douglas Mercer
December 23 2024
Continued From Empyrean (Part Eight)
UNIFICTATION
The problem of disunity that had plagued us so was solved by Bismarck; or almost so. It was of course Koniggratz which proved decisive, and it is well to remember that a single Austrian Battalion did not move in time when, had it, the whole project would have to have been abandoned and Bismarck disgraced; the fine thread of fate runs that perilously; and for the want of a shoe the war can be lost; our Victory led to Prussian Supremacy on the continent, though Austria still eluded us, the near to last thread which was tied up by our Fuhrer. This was the old dream of all German Nationalists but the more perceptive of them began to doubt the efficacy of it; Wagner, that man who was so preoccupied with the enigmatic nature of the Germans, was among the first to throw up his hands, and indicate that with the new Militarism that rolled across the land since the Battle of Worth a deadening spirit was suffusing our people as if the Germans in their power were to become a caricature of England—a nation of shopkeepers, a bourgeois nation of top hats and bayonets, so unlike the daring and profound people that we had been. Surely the Germans were a sun worshipping people but the place in the sun strove for by the new leaders seemed meant to only place us among the Great Powers which would not lead to the desired break through that had been sought all along. No, Germany has its always special path and a place among the nations, even among the first rank, was not what had been meant. After all Hitler said the conservatives were a much more severe threat than any communist; a young man on the Berlin street who was red could be turned brown; but a bewhiskered Junker lording over his estate in peace was a mortal threat. A somber feeling that we were becoming a beer drinking nation of the barracks led to disillusion on innumerable fronts. It was in this milieu of complacency and boredom into which the thunderous question of the Jews came, the question which would inevitably decide our future. It was Paul Lagarde in his brilliant German Letters (so loved by our Fuhrer) that gave us the first salvo, that of seeing the Jews as a race not as a religious community:
That which speaks against the Jews, apart from the atavism and racial arrogance that by themselves force one to an unqualified rejection of the Jews, is first of all their internationalism. It is not true that the German, French, English, Russian Jews feel that they are members of the country in which they live; wherever possible they appear on the scene as sons of the Jewish nation and thereby they are the enemies of every European nation. They stand on the same platform as the Jesuits and the Social Democrats: they are without a fatherland.
This was the lesson that needed to be learned; that a Jew was Jew, he might be Marxist or Capitalist, or a nominal member of any nation, but he remained a Jew and worked only for Jewish purposes. Our first known utterance of Adolf Hitler reflect that by the time it was written this home truth had been taken to heart by the man who was even then conceiving our unparalleled greatness.
To begin with, the Jews are unquestionably a race, not a religious community. The Jew himself never describes himself as a Jewish German, a Jewish Pole or a Jewish American, but always as a German, Polish or American Jew. Jews have never adopted more than the language of the foreign nations in whose midst they live. Through inbreeding for thousands of years, often in very small circles, the Jew has been able to preserve his race and his racial characteristics much more successfully than most of the numerous people among whom he has lived. As a result there lives amongst us a non-German, alien race, unwilling and indeed unable to shed its racial characteristics, its particular feelings, thoughts and ambitions and nevertheless enjoying the same political rights as we ourselves do.
We still have this statement impressed on the frontispiece of all our textbooks, more out of sentiment than any need; so perspicacious was it that it still deserves our praise and attention; it was the Mayor Of Vienna Karl Lueger with his anti-semitic politics which thrust this view into the public light; and the various Thule Societies and Secret Germany Societies and our Pan German Presses which drove the point home, trying to persuade a recalcitrant nation who, though invariably skeptical of the Jews, did so on the wrong basis of religion. By the time Rosenberg had made it so the Protocols burst into German in our own language the soil for our ultimate victory was fermenting.
HITLER
Into the fertile soil of our people was born a great man, a savior, a man who in himself was the people and represented the people. Whenever I am called upon to give a special lecture to the young I begin by telling them that this is a man who in 1913 was without a family, without a friend, and who was sleeping on a park bench, and who was drifting in and out of men’s homes, but who every spare chance he got read; and who from his position of utter abjection and destitution would tell anyone who would listen that he was destined to lead the German people into the great future he envisioned. Surely his listeners at the time must have thought of him as a mad, what later would be termed a megalomaniac, except perhaps the few who saw the dread certainty and calm demeanor by which he made his claims. That some thirty-one years later he had made good on his prophecy shows that the original vision had been correct, that it was an inner compulsion and almost unearthly inner intensity of finality which enabled him, almost one might say, to impose his fantasy life on the world.
He was both a man against time and a man for all time, and his memory shall never be eclipsed. Born in inauspicious circumstances he, uneducated by the lights of the world, was able to not only limn the lineaments of destiny but proved able to enact them with an implacable, unerring and almost feral wolf like instinct and with perfect prescience at every turn. His fundamental predicate was that it was the Aryan race which was both the purpose and the hope of the Earth. He worshipped his ancient kin, the Greeks, for their first flickering of this titanic consciousness — a consciousness which showed beyond all proof that it was the White race alone who are the Promethean people, the ones capable of bringing the legendary fire of the gods to man, and lighting the way to an unlimited future. Beyond mere politics or culture, he rightly saw the Germans as inheritors of this august mantle, the only people who at that moment in history had the ability and the right to be the bearers of Earth’s destiny. Indeed, those to whom I spoke who were among his intimates say that the words destiny and fate were never far from his lips, and he spoke just like a holy seer and demanded that the play that he saw in his head be dramatized on the earth.
He intuited right away that it was the Jews who were the sworn enemy of this destiny; that they were a pygmy people who yet had an uncanny power of destruction and devastation; that the Jews were literally the shadow people of the Germans and dogged their ascent at every turn. Thus when he came into his own it was necessary for the Jews to hurl epithets at him, epithets which for a time clung to his person like lies cling to the world: petty bourgeois, clown, unlearned, small, nonentity, resentful, unhinged, evil. These are the arrows that the destructive power will always aim at the truth in this world; they are the demonic properties that will always seek to thwart high Providence. For his part Hitler recognized the danger in his midst, and saw the German people ringed by world-enemies without, and by Jews from within; he saw everything unsound and unwholesome and unseemly washing over his sacred homeland. He saw race mixing extolled; he saw sexual perversions abound; he saw culture debased; he saw the German people demoralized — that is, he saw Jews at every turn.
Against all chance he took his small party to the very heights of world history in order to set the time aright, to defeat these mortal threats and this mortal enemy, the Jews. As he made his admittedly unlikely way higher and higher, as victory began to seem not only a real possibility, but greatly plausible, the Opponent began to shriek and redoubled its efforts to defeat him — defeat him who they knew sounded the final death knell for their parasitic existence. Jews worldwide saw the emergence of the light in Germany, and they began to cry out about an impending dark age of totalitarianism, of unbridled persecution of their kind, and to rally a world which they had infiltrated. The mundane world, sunk in ignorance, believed these lies and came to the fore to support the poor Jews. This penultimate battle played itself out across the icy steppes of Russia, and in that high drama or melodrama with which our gods are known to enact that twisting of fate was sent to us our greatest victory.
When, after a long and circuitous route to power, Adolf Hitler was faced with a juggernaut of filth and political enemies all around him he didn’t mince words — or actions. He got down to the always bloody business of securing the living space of his people. He stripped Jews of their civil rights, he got Jews out German-language newspapers, he banned interracial marriages, he closed down sex institutes, he burned degenerate books, he cleared out museum boards of his people’s enemies, he closed off all cultural institutions to his people’s enemies, he ransacked their homes, he set up wild concentration camps where he put those declared enemies, he shuttered enemy newspapers, he put his message out around the clock on State radio, he closed down enemy political parties, he flooded the country with his positive propaganda, he executed even former friends who turned out to be lying degenerates and threatened the stability of his government, he made wave after wave of arrests of his people’s enemies whom he placed in warehouses where they were beaten to a pulp, sometimes to the point of death. He made men who had spoken against his men to the police walk down the street with placards around their neck which read I will never complain to the police. In charge of all this was a man whom he fondly called The Man With the Iron Heart, the great man who would have been the successor to our Fuhrer but who was shot down by perfidious Albion and the Jews but a scant year before the final success which brought surcease. When I think of this great man, this giant on earth, I think of what he said when asked if the traitor Strasser, gunned down in his cell, should be finished off with a bullet; no, he said—let the bastard bleed out. For the boast of every communist was that Berlin would always remain red, but by the time we were done it was brown and the only red was the blood of the enemies pooling on the floors of our jails.
And so we laud and revere this man called Adolf Hitler, without whom the high destiny which always waited our people would have been deferred. The legendary fire which is the property of the gods has now become fully our own it will burn the world away; its flames fly higher and higher and are beautiful lights to light the way for millions of wondrous hearts, the hearts of our own people.
The story now is not merely a folk tale, or a race-memory, or a legend — but an ever-present reality which imbues and permeates everything we see. And the old fighters, among whom we count so many friends, have been vindicated; and finally, unending vista upon vista opens up before us; finally among millions of our own; finally in the paradise promised; finally in the corridors of the gods; no longer evading the truth, having finally emerged from the labyrinth of time, having come into our own once and for all. For it is the flame alone, the sacred flame, which calls to us and shows us on our way down the Path—and we have no intention of ever turning back.
Continued at Empyrean (Part Ten)
