Douglas Mercer
December 25 2024
Continued from Empyrean (Part Ten)
NUREMBERG
The ancient town of Nuremberg has always been close to the primal mystery of our people—Wagner set his opera The Master Singers there as well he might—it is a Gothic town and its glorious facades set the mood of the Germanic. In the opera a guild of amateur singers and poets develop a craftsman like approach to music and they have an intricate but decidedly unprofessional approach to song. The hero is a cobbler-poet and the opera speaks from the heart of Germany—a people who love and praise song above all else. They say that this piece is unique in that it the only Wagner opera not set in legendary times--but I must take issue with this. Historically well defined it is but now that we are passing into legend the two seem to merge and will do so in the mist of our music.
I myself was taken as a small lad to all of the rallies at Nuremberg; I can tell you from personal experience that there was a hushed awe over these vast and grandiose spectacles and it left a deep and lasting imprint on my spirit and psyche; it’s best to understand Hitler not as a politician but as an artist and in this instance he chose for his canvas the wide world and Nuremberg as his locale; the thing which impressed us most, as my father said to me after the first one, was that this is no longer politics, this is barely even history, this is a new epoch and new life; from this distance now I heartily endorse this statement. The National Socialist Party arrived on the earth in the guise of a political party but that was just a mask; what the leaders of this party were were seers and avatars and holy men and prophets; their eyes were not on the next election, or even the next war, but solely fixed on eternity and the great role of the Aryan race to go and meet it; from his table talk we know that once Hitler became the leader of Germany he was relieved that he no longer had to be a politician but regretted that he had fallen into the trough of being a diplomat or a general; how he hated War! And how he hated that it was the malfeasance of our predecessors which had thrust this unwanted duty on him; had they been dedicated without reserve to the race, and not their petty fiefdoms, had they observed the whole and not the particular, he could be building his future in stone and ideas and pouring money into research. But he did not shirk his duty to war; he was only glad that he had a handful of years to impress on his people that he was a man with the widest possible perspective; he was a man with cosmic ambitions! And it was at Nuremberg on those cold dark stellar nights, with the cathedrals of light gleaming above us with impossible glamour, with the drums and the marching and the banners and the sacred speech and incantatory chants the message went out; we were a planetary people, returning to the chthonic roots of life, a primordial people, and in our pageant or masque we would symbolize this quest. As a man tuned into the very vibration of being Hitler knew that it was Nuremberg, with its Gothic Spires, with its quintessential Germaneness, with its cobblestone and its stones, and its gargoyles and goblins, which would foster just the right tenor in the thoughts of his people. A place sacrosanct with time, sacred with memories, a place where it would not seem out of place that the Will might triumph. It is where the old fighters met with the their long memories and their blood banners and their blood flags, where the crowds could see that this was far from being a mere political movement or even a place of cultural regeneration; no, this was a primitive upsurge of the atavistic Germanic sprit in all of its berserker splendor, a return to the primal scene of primal people who were no longer going to politely play the game of a defunct civilization but were going to smash it to bits on the altar of themselves. He wanted his people and indeed the world to feel the interstellar hum of birth, the likes of which the world had only intimated until then! In those days — and in those nights — they were not play-acting, no: They were enacting eternity itself, right there in front of the gods and everyone, on the world’s stage. That was Nuremberg; that was what it meant and on cold nights and, if you listen very hard, you can still hear the faint but growing murmur and echo of it. That is, you can hear it if you stay still, and stay silent for long enough, and listen well. I hear it now in the streets and in the towns and in the villages and most of all I hear it on the Northern Plain. Indeed so clear is this ritualistic sound that it seems to be ringing down the corridor of time—and it is impossible to ignore.
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All the great future, all the great plans, all the great dreams were predicated on one thing and one thing only: Race. For this paper I have gone over in detail the deliberations relative to the crafting of the Nuremberg Laws and I can tell you that the thing which most stands out to me is how horrified the participants were at how far along the road to racial degeneration we were. Hundreds of years of Jewish biological infiltration had done its menacing work. I cannot tell you how after the war Himmler told me of the problems he had, how many right Aryan and noble men when they had to trace the chain of their blood back to 1650 found a Jew lurking in the hedgerows! What a people which on such a scale would engage in sexual congress with such homunculi---physician heal thyself was their watchword and they sometimes wondered if the doctor in this case had come too late. Nevertheless if it was not quite triage it was close; and every effort had to be made to delineate who was and who was not a German and, of ultimate importance, we must weed out and segregate out the Jews from our gene pool forever. First and foremost we knew we must institute a law of the blood, a blood law, and German citizenship was no longer to be a matter of paper but to be sanguinary. And so in September 1935 in Nuremberg we promulgated a majestic precept called The Reich Citizenship Law;
A citizen of the Reich is only that subject who is of German or kindred blood and who, through his conduct, shows that he is both willing and able to faithfully serve the German people and Reich.
Simple in its elegance and elegant in its simplicity, is it not? But on such an elementary bedrock principle we declared to the world forthrightly who were and who we were to become; what seemed so horrific (indeed so psychotic) to the world seemed plain common sense by those trying to conquer the folly of the ages.
Seeing the dire need to set our law on the proper racial course the Fuhrer sent a great scholar named Heinrich Krieger to the University of Arkansas to study American Race law. Hitler was ecstatic to see that the Americans were slowly waking from their equalitarian dream and were groping their way toward racial sanity and racial purity. I myself was allowed (after far too long) to collate all of Krieger’s notes and put them in a two volume set which I called (as a small satire on that Gallic fool de Tocqueville) Race In America. What Krieger found (and which I found so amusing) was that the Americans would segregate the races but they would in legal terms couch it in euphuisms as a sop to their equalitarian principles; we were determined to stand up like men in front of the face of the world and simply declare the law of blood. But Krieger learned invaluable lessons on how the Americans kept the Negros separate, and how they turned the Indians into stateless people. Indeed, so great had the American influence been that we got our idea for the camps from the reservations and it was Hitler himself who saw our East as the Wild West and the Volga as our Mississippi. In terms of historical irony we also note that the Carnegie Institute in 1941 had sent a treacherous Swede named Gunnar Myrdal to write on race in America for what they hoped would be an appreciative and nonracial postwar audience; I was able with the help of my American friends to examine these paper as well, they in fact being little more than a taking to task of White America and an appeal to the better angels of the nature, etc etc. Naturally in the new order we had erected having the iron hand the book never saw the light of day. And contra that Christian fool Bulgakov I can tell you that manuscripts do in fact burn, most decidedly, and serve quite well as kindling for great pyres. This was noted most well when we burnt degenerate books during this period, a necessary and right action which, naturally, shocked the conscience of the world.
Marriages between Jews and subjects of the state of German or related blood are forbidden. Marriages nevertheless concluded are invalid, even if concluded abroad to circumvent this law. Annulment proceedings can be initiated only by the state prosecutor.
Extramarital relations between Jews and subjects of the state of German or related blood are forbidden.
Jews may not employ in their households female subjects of the state of German or related blood who are under 45 years old.
Jews are forbidden to fly the Reich or national flag or display Reich colors. They are, on the other hand, permitted to display the Jewish colors. The exercise of this right is protected by the state.
Any person who violates the prohibition under Article 1 will be punished with a prison sentence. A male who violates the prohibition under Article 2 will be punished with a jail term or a prison sentence.
The Reich Minister of the Interior, in coordination with the Deputy of the Führer and the Reich Minister of Justice, will issue the legal and administrative regulations required to implement and complete this law
Before briefly delving into the epochal significance of these great few words I want to point out that this was the first and last instance of riotous mirth in a legal statue; for by forbidding the Jews to fly our flag we were forbidding them to do what they did not want to do but would do only under the false pretence of expediency; and by allowing them to fly their own colors we were condescendingly permitting them their fondest dream and a worthless action. So much for the “dourness” or our people.
National Socialism was wisely called applied biology. Ours was a philosophy of life and Hitler said that in terms of the long future he could dispense with generals and poets but he had to have doctors. This is why throughout the last decades one never saw Brandt far away from Hitler or Kammler, and why he is revered as one of our great men to this day; if we wrote biographies, rather than the simple monographs for the record, his would have filled shelves. It was he in 1939 who showed the way, showed the law of the blood, that we must dispense with the queasy afterbirth and hangover of the Jewish religion which had infested and infected our people, and thousands of doctors fanned out across the old Reich, to old person homes, and psychiatric units, and hospitals and by injection killed ten thousand useless eaters in three days. So great was the revulsion by the church that we had to extinguish the T4 program as we had a war to fight in which we needed an undivided population. Now of course that we have mapped the genetic structure of our race and all races we see what a brilliant mechanism it is and how crucial it is that it not be contaminated and polluted by inferior strains of blood; to segregate out ourselves from the infection of bastardization, to make of ourselves a camp of the heroes. It was the Nuremberg Laws, so widely reviled around the world, that achieved this noble task; this task of the eons, this cosmic task; it was those laws written in those heady days which corrected our course and set us on the path to racial health and racial soundness. For these laws crafted by men were not the law of men; for the law of the blood is the only law and is inscribed in our soul and in the stars above. No human hand wrote them but they are the words of the gods. And as dutiful servants of this law we carry out our German Mission.
Continued at Empyrean (Part Twelve)
