SS Standartenführer Joachim (Jochen) Peiper

Joachim Peiper Joachim Peiper

His buddies called him simply ´Jochen´. He was born on January 30th.1915 in Berlin-Wilmersdorf as the son of a Prussian Army Captain. A group of French communists overpowered the lonely man during the night of July 14th. 1976 in his house in Traves, France and murdered him.

After graduating from the Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Oberrealschule (a sort of upper-level Junior college with an emphasis on languages and the humanities) in 1934 he embarked on a military career, something he had already dreamed of as a child. While attending school, he proved to be a formidable scholar, particularly linguistically. His command of the French language was practically flawless and the only thing which gave him away was his habit of speaking too quickly. As was customary in German education of the times, aside from the language he had emerged himself in the culture of his neighbours. French literature, painting, philosophy and the art of gastronomy were second nature to him. Jochen Peiper had become a Francophile – a person who honours French culture. He was open and tolerant relative to the cultures and habits of other peoples, never overbearing or arrogant, even though he was accused of exactly that by amongst others the great SS General Sepp Dietrich. This impression was based on his superiority in every way. He was intellectually, culturally, physically and appearance-wise (he was blessed with movie star looks) a bit overpowering – in short he simply was a superior man and was consequently looked upon by lesser men as being ´arrogant´.

The simple step of a brave human being is to refuse to conduct oneself according to the ruling ‘Zeitgeist’. A single word of truth weighs far more heavily than the big lie. — Alexander Solshenitsyn

It didn´t help a bit that he was an individualist – something of an anomaly in the military. He was openly a-political and refused to join the Nazi party, something which was absolutely de rigueur at the times, particularly for a member of the elite SS. But that which was a given for the majority, meant nothing to a man of his character. To be German and to represent the very best German values and characteristics was the only thing that mattered to him – and indeed, he was German! He never doubted, he never gave up, he never wavered, he was always brave, knightly in his behaviour – he was an inspiration, a German leader á la Götz von Berlichingen or Marshall Blücher men who also were individualistic to an extreme. In short, he was an officer in the very best Prussian tradition.

His military and personal qualifications brought him into the Leibstandarte Adolf Hitler, at the time the crème de la crème of the new German Wehrmacht. This is the more astounding when considering that English and American military historians such as Captain Basil Liddell Hart (English), Major General Michael Reynolds (English), Major James Lucas (English), General George Patton (American), A. Korganoff (French), Gordon Williamson (English) – ad infinitum have essentially stated the entire German Wehrmacht, no matter which branch to have been ´elite´.

Whether he was the only member of this elite squad not to have joined the party is not known, even though it is more than likely. Nevertheless, he was picked to become the Adjutant of Reichsführer Heinrich Himmler putting him near the very top of the pyramid of absolute power. This was a dream job. He could have remained at or near the pinnacle of power, safely ensconced at headquarters, but as an honourable man and soldier, he volunteered at once for front line service during the Polish campaign.

This decision started a military career which was extremely varied since he was constantly transferred from one hot spot to the other. This was so because wherever Peiper appeared any precarious, nay disastrous military situation was brought under control due to his decision making powers, his personal courage and his inspiring leadership qualities which caused men followed him into certain hell. Furthermore, his decisions were made on the spot with a minimum of intelligence information but still were uncannily always right. To go into detail as regards to his various exploits is outside the scope of this article – so therefore only a few of the highlights will be mentioned.

Shortly into the Russian campaign, Peiper proved to be on of the more outstanding commanders. General Postel’s 320th. Infantry Division was hopelessly encircled near Kharkow by vastly superior Russian forces. It appeared that the entire division was about to be annihilated for there was way to supply the division with the necessary supplies or replacements. Their tanks and artillery pieces had become useless due to lack of fuel. The troops had been decimated and had had no food for days on end, sometimes a week or more. It seemed to be the certain death of the division.

Enter Peiper. He evaluated the situation and insisted he could save the remnants of the division. He had recognized a weak spot in the Russian encirclement had broken through and led the 320th.to safety. His action had been so rapid, so daring, that the Russian high command had been unable to react in time. He achieved this with a small group of dedicated SS men – men who were willing to follow him into hell. It will always be his legacy, that he saved countless of thousands of German soldiers from a miserable death by torture and deprivation in the depth of Siberia.
On March 19th.1943 he conquered the heavily defended city of Bielgorod. After this exploit he was transferred to Italy, only to be re-transferred to he eastern front again a few months later. In November 1943 he fought battles near the Ukrainian city of Shitomir.

One wonders, whether he had any idea, that outside of this place there were numerous mass graves of German Mennonite settlers who had been murdered en masse by the NKVD in 1936 (!)? What had been their crime? They had been German settlers having lived near Shitomir for about 200 (!) years they had been pacifists, unarmed and peaceful. They had tilled the soil and had enriched their new home immeasurably, having been the most productive citizens of the country. But they had been German! Why does the world not know this? Why did this writer have to find about it from a lady who was a child then in the German township whose male members from age 12 to 65 were annihilated by NKVD men with strangely and weirdly spelled German-sounding names, who were however not German?
As a member of the First Army he again proved his mettle during the breakout of the encirclement near Kamenets Podolsk. It was around this time, that a new type of unit was being created by the Germans – the ´Kampfgruppe´. There is no English equivalent to such a military unit, its meaning is: ´Fighting Group´. This simply was an ad hoc group of soldiers composed of stragglers and others who had lost their original units due to their having been wiped out. There simply was not enough manpower left to rebuilt decimated divisions or even regiments. Therefore a Kampfgruppe might have been made up of 1 dozen men or of 2000 men. They were even made up of anti-aircraft (no more anti-aircraft ammunition), naval (no more naval power) or supply personal (no more supplies to be handled) at the end of the war. These Kampfgruppen (plural of Kampfgruppe) were named after their respective commanders.

The very last Kampfgruppe to exist was the one of the Latvian SS Hauptsturmführer Peteris Cevers. This group of brave warriors consisted at the end of 6 men who fought against the Soviet occupation of their homeland until 1951! These brave men were betrayed by a Latvian communist who had infiltrated their ranks. The NKVD murdered them after horrible tortures in the central prison of the city of Riga.

To return to Peiper…

It was during these trying times, that the Kampfgruppe Peiper was founded. He and his men were transferred from the eastern front to that at the Normandy beaches were the situation had become critical. He was integrated into the 6th.Panzerdivision, led by SS General Sepp Dietrich and with that unit he formed the very tip of the attack during the Battle of the Bulge.

His attack plan was typical Peiper, rush the enemy when and where he least expects it and relentlessly follow through until he has been eliminated or routed. His men attacked furiously and pushed the American troops so far back that it appeared the English Channel might be reached. This is utterly amazing, particularly considering the Americans had access to unlimited supplies, manpower, and fuel. Their supply situation was superb. The Germans conversely had to operate on a shoe string, lacking even the essentials and having to improvise wherever they went. E.g., they had to rely on capturing American fuel depots in order to drive their tanks! Everyone familiar with the genre knows how well the Americans were supplied without ever really understanding what that really meant.

Therefore I want to make very clear exactly how much better the Americans were supplied than the Germans who were at the end of their endurance anyway at this point in time. No matter, they still were ´Men of Steel¨, according to the English Major General Reynolds.
Read on and be amazed – it is of primary importance to consider all the following in order to appreciate and respect the military achievements of Peiper and his men – for those were truly monumental.

The rations of the Americans came in individual packages, one per soldier, per day. There was an almost unlimited amount of these ration packages floating around division headquarters. These packages contained the following provisions, one should actually say delicatessen.

All things were packaged in camouflage colour, all tins, all paper items, all canned goods – everything. One package consisted of the following items; canned peaches, pineapple, cherries without pits or apple sauce with cinnamon. An excellent pound cake, even canned bread, Frankfurters – purposefully mislabelled as ´Wieners´, a package of 20 cigarettes – all the diverse makes were represented. (It must not be forgotten that in those days cigarettes were as essential as food since smoking was de rigueur amongst men of all nations). Cocoa, coffee, salt tablets, diverse vegetables, goulash and potatoes, chicken with noodles, canned tuna in oil, water purification tablets, even toilet paper in camouflage color! This writer can attest to the excellent quality and taste of these items from first hand experience. In addition, each package contained a tiny highly ingenious can opener, an example of which I still have.
In contrast the German soldier, if he was lucky received two slices of bread with some salami or liverwurst and once a week a bowl of hot soup. If Ersatzkaffee (an insipid coffe-like brew made of grains) was available, that is what he got to drink. Otherwise, he had to be satisfied with water wherever he could find it. None of this is in any way exaggerated. The author can attest to this, having been a sergeant with the US paratroopers while very young and foolish in1962.
The transport consisted of nothing but the best as well. Brand new Studebaker trucks with all-wheel drive towing 1-2 ton trailers loaded with power generators, gasoline and diverse supplies. There wasn´t an American encampment without electricity! Jeeps frequently towing 1-4 ton trailers, again loaded with supplies, 3-4 ton Dodge Powerwagons (one of the very best trucks ever manufactured anywhere at any time) and heavy duty all-wheel drive Studebaker tractors and tow vehicles.
Literally endless columns of gasoline tankers, also Studebakers or of Studebaker design completed the picture. In short, there was never a shortage of parts or a complication regarding repairs, since most parts were interchangeable. This fabulous system was extended to the Air Force, the Marines and the Navy. Every branch of the military drove the same trucks, no exceptions! This contrasted sharply with the transport situation on the German side which was made up of an ad hoc variety of mostly civilian trucks of every type and description, not to forget the occasional Citroen, Bedford or American vehicle. It was a veritable hodge-podge of transport (including thousands of horses and horse-drawn wagons), occasioned by the fact that no extended war had been planned for, regardless of the dishonourable claims advanced by the allies to this very day.
The Germans in contrast drove mostly totally worn out Borgward, Krauss-Maffei, Mercedes-Benz, Horch, Hanomag, Stöwer, ´The backbone of the Wehrmacht´ – the Opel Blitz with its bullet-proof 6 cylinder engine, Büssing and Magirus trucks from the civilian sector. These were fine vehicles which had done their duty under trying conditions for many years. In addition, one could find captured vehicles, such as the excellent British Bedford truck, Citroen or even the occasional Studebaker. It is easily understandable, that the spare parts supply under these conditions was a nightmare.
Despite this monumental difficulties, the German mechanics in the rear accomplished near-miracles keeping this diverse machinery running. General Sepp Dietrich, a man one with his men, recognized this and awarded numerous Iron Crosses 2nd.Class to mechanics for having labored creatively and tirelessly under the most difficult conditions.
The USA started developing a fabulous military transportation system (as described above) in the 1920´s (!) and one must pay respect to the genius of their military planners. Absolutely everything had been planned for. The minutest detail had been considered – plus they had all the time and resources on earth at their disposal. The only area in which the American transport was inferior was in the motorcycle sector. This however was unimportant since motorcycles played only an insignificant role (occasional courier service, military police duty in occupied towns with proper roads and parades) in the planning of the American military.
The Germans on the other hand had to do with civilian trucks, cars, bicycles and horse-drawn transport, since no military transport had even begun to be developed until the middle of 1938! To make things worse, military management (strangely inefficient for being German) had permitted every manufacture to develop their own vehicles resulting in a hopeless mish-mash of transport. The Americans however had under government control and direction intelligently designed one Jeep, one 1-2 ton truck, one 3-4 ton truck, one tanker truck, one tractor, etc. for usage by all branches of the military services (!) absolutely brilliant, as it turned out.
The MYTH the USA were not prepared for WWII is one of the more gigantic forgeries of historical truth which is being circulated to this day where – and whenever the chance presents itself. If anyone was prepared for a long drawn out OFFENSIVE war, it was the USA as well as the British who had designed superior attack weapons systems such as the Lancaster or Blenheim long distance bombers, as early as the middle 1920´s! This type of aircraft was an unknown in the German Luftwaffe – it simply did not exist. The few bombers Germany had, were short distance bombers designed to attack enemy targets directly behind enemy lines.
As an aside, a long distance bomber is an attack weapons system, as are cluster bombs, phosphor bombs, block-buster bombs, time delay bombs, biological warfare agents (such as the potato bug dropped over Germany in 1944) – ALL things the Americans and especially the British designed during the 1920´s (!) and things the Germans DID NOT have and had never planned for. Now the question must arise — Whom did the English world plan on attacking, already in the 1920´s? Hmmmmm – San Marino perhaps?

The only thing in which German military planning and design was superior was the, in Germany ubiquitous motorcycle. The motorcycle troops were equipped with the finest of the fine, heavy duty BMW and Zündapp bikes coupled to machine gun carrying Steib side cars especially designed for the purpose with side-car drive and reverse gear! The bikes themselves were civilian steeds, modified for heavy duty usage including as of 1943 heated handlebars (the latter modification designed by Victoria). The smaller courier machines were the outstanding DKW 350, Triumph-Nürnberg (TWN), a handful of Victoria Bergmeisters or KR 250´s and a few quasi indestructible Horex 350´s, Tornax 250´s from Wuppertal or UT´s from Stuttgart, the latter machines with Ilo engines. The DKW 350 incidentally furnished the basis for the largest part of the Russian motorcycle industry after the war.
In the 1930´s, Germany was the undisputed world leader in motorcycle design and production having surpassed the English as early as 1935. There were over a million bikes registered as daily transportation as opposed to a bit over 500.000 in England, 500.000 (mostly German models) in France and about 230.000 in Italy. DKW was he largest motorcycle manufacturer of the world which built the most copied bike of all times, the DKW RT125 (copied by the Russians, the Poles, the Americans +Harley-Davidson Hummer+, the English +BSA 125 and 200+ the Japanese +the basis for all Yamaha 2-stroke bikes+ – Yamaha in the 1950´s copying the German Adler SB 250 as the basis for their entire twin cylinder 2-stroke models of the 1970´s, ´80´s and beyond, British Ariel doing exactly the same thing building the most reliable and elegant ´Ariel´ (the Leader which developed into a mainstay of the British postal service) ever produced – frankly ´copying´ is being unjustifiably kind — ´stealing´ is more appropriate) and the list is quasi endless.
As an aside, one must wonder how it is possible for such a formidable industry to have disappeared even largely from memory. Is it too much of a stretch to say it has been made to disappear? This writer thinks not!

The Americans on the other hand rode unreliable, ancient-age technology Harley Davidson motorcycles. These bikes were entirely too low, had a tendency to overheat aside from handling like a bull in a rodeo. These truly awful machines were abandoned at the side of the roads by the thousands in France by their very unhappy riders who were overjoyed when taking possession of a captured German machine.
Today’s Harley Davidson myth is wholly undeserving and is based on the Porsche (German) re-design of their machines in the early 1980´s. Without German engineering, Harley Davidson would be but a bad memory.

The uniforms of he Americans were vastly superior to those of he Germans who more often than not were wearing old uniforms which had been repaired repeatedly. There were no replacements – hence the frequent photographs of German soldiers toward the end of the war wearing civilian sweaters, gloves and in some cases even boots. The Americans on the other hand had all the new uniforms they could have wished for – aside from the fact that they had been especially, superbly designed. Their regular boots were extremely comfortable to wear and made of the finest top cowhide leather. They had water tight thermal boots, uncommonly comfortable jackets (the so-called field jacket) replete with countless, very handy pockets, heavy sweaters, thermal underwear – it was formidable the way in which they had been taken care of, these American troops and one must compliment the American military planners on their intelligent thoroughness.
As far as medical supplies goes, they had every type of bandage, pain killer and hyper-modern field hospital imaginable – truly everything to excess.
In addition and this is very important, the Americans ruled the skies unopposed. The Luftwaffe, much like the Kriegsmarine had for all practical intents and purposes ceased to exist – having given their very lives in the un-even struggle to defend of their beloved fatherland.
Despite all of this Peipers advance through the lines of the Americans was so rapid, so daring that he caused unfettered panic to spread amongst his enemies. It was this very first time during the war, that the superbly equipped and well led Americans streamed back in panic much like the poorly equipped, badly led Italians had at Stalingrad or in Northern Africa, largely causing those disaster. Only brutal methods applied by American officers to stem the flight and the incessant shortages or even total absence of supplies particularly that of gasoline on the German side, prevented the total annihilation of the American troops despite their monumental numerical and material superiority.

Jochen Peipers advance came to a grinding halt near Stavelot, not because of American bravery or military brilliance but because he had irreversibly run out of medication, food stuffs, ammunition and most importantly gasoline. When the enemy noticed his paralysis, he encircled Peiper´s Kampfgruppe which very literally was unable to move in any direction. The dream to throw the Americans back into the sea had come to an end.

Peiper was confronted with a grim, painful choice —

Destroy all war material in his possession and attempt a break-out on foot, or
Surrender to an enemy who until a few hours before had fled panic stricken from his advance.
For a man like Peiper the answer was harsh but clear – break out at all costs. During the preceding fighting, an American officer had been captured by Peiper´s troops. This American participated in the break-out and related after the war how impressed he had been by this man, by his undaunted courage, by his uncanny ability to instill in his battered troops the will to survive even under circumstances which appeared hopeless and how Peiper had treated him, the American as a gentleman, as a fellow soldier, honourably and decently.

Peiper had ordered all tanks (the pride of his outfit), heavy machine guns, trucks, motorcycles etc. to be dynamited. The iron discipline of his men, the firm, nay religious belief in the justice of their cause and the well documented and often times mentioned leadership capabilities of his non-commissioned officers saved his troops even though the climatic conditions approached those of the horrendously difficult Russian winters.

After the successful break-out, the remnants of Kampfgruppe Peiper rejoined Sepp Dietrich´s 6th.Division to be transferred via rail to the Hungarian front in order to stem he relentless advance of the Soviet forces in that region. The transfer was conducted under the most difficult conditions – incessant air attacks, little food, little shelter and very little rest. The transfer succeeded and Peiper´s men fought desperately against a Soviet superiority which staggers the imagination. Finally, at Sankt Pollen in the Alps the end arrived. Out of ammunition, out of gasoline, out of everything, even hope, they surrendered to American forces.

In the annals of history there are only very few examples of the self sacrifice demonstrated by the Kampfgruppe Peiper – but neither he nor any of his men could possibly imagine what awaited them.

Peiper himself was incarcerated in a hell hole (euphemistically called a POW camp) outside the ancient city of Nürnberg (which itself had been annihilated toward the end of the war in an orgy of insane destruction). This camp contained over 160.000 prisoners of all military branches. It was sheer hell, like so many of Eisenhower´s death camps along the Rhine. There were no barracks or tents. There were no toilets. There was no medical help, not even for the most terribly wounded. Hunger, incessant thirst and utter misery unimaginable in its dimensions ruled. The desperation of the prisoners thusly abused was limitless, for outside the camp food and everything else existed in great quantities for the Americans, but for those who had selflessly defended their fatherland there was only horror and incarceration far worse than that afforded the most horrid child-abuser.

The fundamental difference between these hell holes and German prison camps with terrible conditions is that the German camps were totally overwhelmed with prisoners during the latter stages of the war and during times of incessant air attacks, paralyzing all transport and making supply impossible. The desperate efforts of the German authorities (including those of Reichsführer Heinrich Himmler himself as early as 1942!) to relieve the suffering of the prisoners is well documented (even if deliberately omitted in official literature) whereas these American camps were purposefully created by General Eisenhower during peace time and during times of plenty. These American camps were deliberately designed to kill as many German prisoners of war as possible by neglect, starvation and sometimes cold-blooded murder. This has been meticulously documented by the Canadian historian James Bacque in his book ´Other Losses´. No!! It was not the Germans who deliberately starved or murdered prisoners, but it was the Americans, French and the Soviets who probably hold the world record in this odious activity. It was in this hell that an American agent found Peiper.

(Writers – Translators note); the above highlighted section is an addition to the English translation and does not exist in the original German.

As related previously, his Kampfgruppe had fought in the Ardennes under the most difficult circumstances, not only against an identifiable enemy, but also against brutal Belgian partisans who had specialized in committing heinous acts of cowardly torture-murder on captured, unarmed German soldiers. Aside from this and the incessant shortages, Peiper had also suffered from shortages in personnel. None of his companies had ever been even near company-strength.

Malmédy is a small German town which in 1919 was ceded (Versailles Treaty provision) to Belgium for unjustifiable reasons. It was there that Peipers troops took several hundred Americans prisoner without the means to either keep them contained or to transfer them behind the lines. Jochen Peiper was several kilometers away in his temporary headquarters and nowhere near this particular action. The highest ranking SS man on the scene decided to concentrate the Americans on a large meadow and to have them guarded by a handful of young soldiers manning one machine gun. Had the American prisoners stormed the tiny German contingent, they would have overwhelmed them in minutes by sheer force of numbers. The Germans were fully aware of this possibility and consequently their nerves were stretched to the breaking point.

What happened next is to this day unclear, nay it is totally murky. We do know for a fact that several Americans attempted to escape and that one young SS man opened fire at the escapees. It must be remembered here, that this man did what absolutely every soldier in any army at any time in history did, no more, no less. Had he held his fire, he would have broken his oath he would have failed in his duty and made himself subject to court martial proceedings. What we do not know is whether the Americans attempted to cease their efforts at escape before the SS man opened fire. That several Americans were shot, that is a fact. What has added to the confusion is that it has been claimed that American troops had appeared on the scene and had opened fire on the Germans with the result that they hit several of their own men, a very real possibility in the heat of battle. Such an incident is called ´Friendly Fire´ and it is well documented that many Americans fell victim to ´Friendly Fire´ throughout the war.

The fly in the ointment called ´circumstances´.

Under what circumstances where these Americans shot? If they were shot trying to escape no blame can be placed on the SS man. Since most people have never been in the military this logic may be difficult to understand, but it is so. Had he held his fire, he would have failed in his assigned duty – to contain the prisoners. This rule applies to all armies at any time in history, crossing even cultural lines.

It was this sad tale which was the reason Peiper had been sought after by the American authorities. He had been accused of war crimes, despite the indubitable fact that rarely has there existed a commander who dealt more fairly with his enemies.

In the meantime all manner of horror-stories were being circulated by Belgian partisans as to the crimes which had allegedly been committed by Peipers men. Suffice it to say, that not a single one of these stories has ever been proved, au contraire, under legitimate, in-depth investigation they have been found to have been stories, no more, no less. There isn´t a historical writer with a conscious extant today who pays any attention whatsoever to any of these vicious rumours.

Despite this, honourably Belgian and French men interested in the truth are being haunted mercilessly by their respective governments to this day because they have dared to uncover that the official historians are unscrupulous liars. Unconscionable men, disgracefully often times Germans, repeat some of these anti-German atrocity stories to this day as if they were historically proven facts.

It must not be forgotten, that directly after he war (even today) every imaginable horror story about the Germans, no matter how grotesque was not only being propagated, but were encouraged to be told, frequently by well-paid ´witnesses´. There existed numerous professional witnesses who travelled from trial to trial to vent their unspeakable hatred in the form of grotesque tales, tales so sick they could only stem from diseased minds, tales in the meantime having been uncovered to have been no more than atrocity propaganda.

In connection to this I would like to remind the reader that the tough, formerly German-hating American general George ´Blood and Guts´ Patton stated in the summer of 1945; ´The only decent people left in Europe are the Germans´.

All officers and non-commissioned officers of the Kampfgruppe Peiper were arrested, imprisoned and tortured horribly by an ´American´ Lt. by the name of Perl in order to obtain confessions. Perl had emigrated shortly before the war from Vienna. The soldiers were uncommonly brave and endured inhuman tortures, but as the former commander of Auchwitz Höss said; ´One will sign anything whatsoever only to get them to stop.´ As an aside, Höss´ confession was written in English, a language he did not command and was splattered with his blood.

The torture methods of Lt. Perl, a man who had never in his life faced an enemy and had never even heard a bullet fly, consisted of amongst many things the following:

  • The arms of the prisoners were tied. He then kicked the men so long into the groin that their testicles were crushed. This happened to over 170 of the 180 prisoners. The discovery of this inhumanity was made by a shocked American military doctor who reported his findings at once to his superiors in Washington DC. The senate of the USA proceeded to investigate the case. This investigation took place after the verdicts had been handed down!
  • The prisoners were informed that if they did not sign the required confessions, their families would be handed over to the Soviets to be murdered.
  • Prisoners were hooded, marched into the court yard of the prison and were subjected to mock executions. The psychological shock such a procedure will inflict on the victim is impossible to fathom.
  • Prisoners who had lost a leg during the bitter fighting were subjected daily to being tripped up while on their way (shackled of course) to a ´interview´, only to be mercilessly kicked and beaten to a bloody pulp while down and being demeaned as “Nazi pigs” and worse
  • Prisoners were forced to stand at attention for 24 hours a day. When this proved to be impossible, they were kicked and beaten until they collapsed. Broken bones were sometimes the result.
  • Prisoners were refused basic sustenance such as food or water.
  • ´American´ torturers who spoke flawless German (?) appeared dressed as catholic priests offering confession, so hat the men could ´safe their souls´ before being hanged.
  • Jochen Peiper himself was cooked in the following manner; A) his cell was heated to such a degree that he eventually passed out. B) The heat was turned off. C) Ice water was poured over him to bring him back to life. This hellish procedure was repeated over and over and over without this brave German SS man ever giving his torturers any satisfaction!

Finally, when his men could take it no longer and began signing confessions which were shown him, Peiper offered himself up as a martyr and accepted any and all responsibility for whatever any of his men had been accused of – whether true or untrue.

Colonel Ellis, the prosecuting attorney visited Peiper in his cell. He was polite and militarily correct and gave Peiper to understand that he personally did not believe in any of the accusations, but that he would do his best nevertheless to obtain a conviction and to hang Peiper. A more perverse manner of thinking is quasi impossible to fathom.

The trial itself took place at Dachau. During the trial evidence of innocence was prohibited. Grotesque stories by paid (!) witnesses were patiently listened to and meticulously noted for the record, whereas a defense was made impossible due to the defense not being allowed to call material witnesses. The prosecutions star witness, a certain Sergeant (US Army) Ahrens (disgracefully ethnic German) was later uncovered to have been a shameless liar and his entire damning testimony on which basis dozens of Germans had been executed was discredited.

Confessions obtained under unspeakable torture were accepted at face value and none of he witnesses were ever subjected to cross examination.

Even though the confessions, without exception, had been made under torture and despite the fact that every one of those who had signed such a confession recanted in open court, 43 of the dishonoured and disfigured (remember the crushed testicles) SS men were sentenced to death by hanging. 30 more received long term prison sentences. The date was July 16th.1946.

Peiper himself was sentenced to death as well. His men and he accepted the decision stoically. Peiper however was not executed because the Junior Senator from Wisconsin, McCarthy had proved the courts perfidy and the innocence of Peiper and his men. This did not help those men who had been strangled to death before the inquiry ever began.

McCarthy uncovered and publicized the tortures, the inhuman conditions of the prison, the perfidy of the court, the courts running rough shod over any and all legal principles and he called the trial what indeed it had been – a Lynching party and a disgrace for the United States.

While on death row at Landsberg prison, Jochen Peiper wrote the following:

The defensive frontline positions of Western Civilization form a wide circle, from the Caucasus to the land of he Finns. Representatives of our entire civilization are there to this day, guarding us quietly. Despite their graves being plundered and their fatherlands being ashamed of their most noble sons, we are indebted to this avant-garde of the European idea, for it is because of them, that the descendants of Genghis Kahn have not stationed their tanks on the coast of the Atlantic.

Peiper spent many years on death row, until in 1951 his sentence was commuted to life in prison. In 1956 he was released from prison to make his living the best he could. He began a career as an automobile salesman for a Porsche agency in Frankfurt. Shamefully, he was let go under pressure from disgraceful persons of influence. VW had heard of his plight and offered him a position in Stuttgart, thence he moved with his faithful wife who had believed in him always and had stood by him during the worst possible times. This had been very difficult since the pressure to denounce her ´war criminal´ husband had been enormous. Soon dishonourable German cowards and the dark forces which controlled them discovered his whereabouts (was he denounced?) and put tremendous pressure on VW via a disgusting, malignant hate-campaign to fire him.

It became clear to Peiper that he had no future in his fatherland. He had defended it to the last breath, had suffered tremendously, had been victimized by dishonourable American military torturers and ´judges´ and instead of honouring him a revolting campaign of biblical hate was unleashed against him – unequaled in its dishonesty and murderous intent.

It must be mentioned here, that the heinous injustice committed during his trial, the tortures and all the rest, have never (until this very day!) been made public in Germany. Very literally no one knows, for the information is not allowed to be published! Most Germans believe (and believe to this day) that this trial and many other similar ones were conducted fairly according to internationally accepted norms of jurisprudence. What is really shocking is that the majority of Germans do not even entertain the idea that something might be wrong. They refuse to accept the documented proof, that they have been lied to and misdirected for the period of over two generations!

In 1940, Peiper had gotten to know and love the area known in French as the Langresplateau. In those years, family acquaintances in Reutlingen had a conscripted French worker on their farm. It was at that time that the Berlin government negotiated an agreement with the Vichy government, that for every one voluntary French worker who came to Germany, two French POW´s would be permitted to go home. The French worker of the family whom Peiper knew was allowed to return to his family in France due to Peiper´s influence and Mr. Gauthier (already a pro-German French nationalist) never forgot the his kindness.

It was this selfsame Mr. Gauthier who when Peiper decided in 1957 to relocate in France with his family sold him a mill in the town of Traves. However, the mill was in urgent need of repairs – a task beyond the financial capabilities of Peiper. The former Obersturmbannführer SS Erwin Ketelhut bought the mill from Peiper, which enabled him to build a homestead well out of view high on the banks of the river Saone. There he and his small family lived in comparative peace for 16 years. There were the occasional threatening anonymous phone calls (are there any other kind?), but essentially he lived unmolested and was known in the small town simply as ´The German´. He used his old passion, his command of the French language to earn his living as a translator of various texts from one language into the other and vice versa.

On June 11th.1976 he went to the provincial capital Vesoul with the intention to buy some wire for a dog-pound he was building. The person who sold him the wire was a Frenchman – Paul Cacheux – from the former German province of Elsass-Lothringen (Alsace-Lorraine).

In 1936 (French control) there lived 1.885.823 people in this region of whom only 202.554 (slightly more than 10%) claimed he French language as their mother tongue. That much for the French nature of the population the history books allege! This undefended (!) province had been invaded and annexed contrary to all international norms by the French emperor Louis the 14th, re-annexed to Germany in 1871 and again stolen from Germany via the so-called Treaty of Versailles of 1919, a treaty which was no more than a go-ahead light to plunder Germany and which was signed by the German delegation under duress and official protest. No treaty or contract of any kind signed under duress is legal anywhere, in any forum, under any legal system any place on earth!

(Translator´s note; the above highlighted is an addition to the English translation and does not appear in the German original).

Paul Cacheux, the hardware store clerk, noticed Peipers slight German accent and decided to check the ´Brown List´. This list had been compiled by the communist party of France and had been circulated amongst its members as an aide in identifying alleged German war criminals or Frenchmen who had collaborated (such as the few former members of the SS division Charlemagne who had survived) with the German forces. Peiper had paid by check, a document which identified him clearly by name and address.

Imagine this absurdity! More than 30 years after the war people were (and still 60 years later are!) hunted for alleged having committed war crimes, regardless whether proven or not, regardless of whether they had long ago paid for their misdeeds, and regardless whether or not those alleged misdeeds had in the meantime been thoroughly discredited.

In contrast, the well documented massive crimes committed by the so-called Résistance (about 100.000 cold blooded murders of French men and women within a 6 months period after July 1944) are totally ignored, nay some of the criminal perpetrators have been hailed as French heroes and the crimes have been vehemently denied, all the forensic (!) evidence to the contrary! In the 1980´s a young French filmmaker made a movie about this, a movie shown once in Paris and since having totally disappeared! Unfortunately, this says more about Germany´s neighbors than anyone had ever asked to know!

Cacheux found Peipers name on the list and immediately notified his superiors at the communist party. This resulted in an obscene hate-campaign against a man who had lived peacefully and productively as a citizen in his little home-built house. This infamous action was openly directed by he communist party. Their newspaper L´Humanité (what a name for the official organ of a political party which has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt to have been the most murderous in the history of mankind, a political movement unequalled in ferocity, dishonour and disdain for human dignity) printed an inflammatory article asking what this ´Nazi´ was doing in France. The communists printed flyers defaming Peiper as a criminal and promising to prepare him a ´hot July 14th. (French national unity day). These flyers were widely distributed in Traves, the little town which had been home to the long suffering Peiper family. The hatred unleashed had a surreal, Kafkaesque character, it was Old Testament type hatred, the sort which is impossible to fathom by a healthy thinking human being – it was pure irrational hysteria. To make matters worse, it was the Stasi (secret police of communist controlled Germany) which actively supported this infamy. When the DDR fell and the Berlin wall came down, all the Stasi documents relating to the Peiper case either had disappeared, or were destroyed – the latter being the most likely scenario.

The traitors of the Stasi were never called to account. Au contraire, the German taxpayer supported these monsters via obscene retirement income checks. The injustice screams to high heaven.

One day previous to the attack, the 13th.of July, Peiper decided to send his beloved wife and daughter to their family in Germany. His wife had been suffering from cancer and Peiper was convinced he would be unable to protect his family adequately in case of an attack. He refused to leave his home fearing if empty it would be burned to the ground. The fear his friend Ketelhut would shoot at any attacker caused him to refuse his friend´s offer to spend the night at his house.

´No´, he said. ´There has been already too much killing´. Ahhhhhh, so typically German – to actually believe that honour and decency would ever enter the minds of assassins.

Ketelhut however insisted Peiper at least accept his hunting rifle, which he did in order to appease his good friend. Subsequently Peiper went to the small roof garden of his house from whence he was able to watch over his property. Around 22.30 hours (11.30 pm) he heard men moving through the bush covered approaches from the river. In order to chase the apparently drunk fellows off, he fired several shots into the air. They called out to him to come out of the house – they wanted to talk to him. In an effort to appease (how does one appease assassins bent on murder?) he opened the door to his homestead. This is all we know for sure. What happened next is known only to those responsible for the insidious deed.

When the corpse of Peiper was found, it had been burned to a crisp. He was found lying on his bead – his hands and feet had been hacked off. Allegedly it was impossible to determine whether the poor man had been alive when he was maimed so cruelly. Assassins of this sort never maim anyone when he is dead – that we know for sure! We know that the Greek, Italian, Belgian, French and Russian partisans of WWII (communists all, under direct direction from Moscow and actively supported by the USA) all committed such atrocities as a matter of course. These monsters were the same, only of one generation later and we must sadly conclude that this certified honourable war hero died a horrible death.

In the nearby village, shots were heard around midnight emanating from the direction of Peipers house (called ´The Bunker´ by the locals), but the police and the fire department arrived too late. Sadly it must be concluded, that the authorities deliberately took their time in responding, since the time of Peiper´s death has been determined to have been around 1 o´clock in the morning.

The monsters, after inflicting horrible tortures on this war hero until about 1 o´clock in the morning had assured the total destruction of the home by pouring a mixture of heating oil, used motor oil and gasoline on the floors of the house which resulted in heat so intense, that his body did not burn, but rather was carbonized, much like the hundreds of thousands of German women, children and men who died a similar horrible death at the hands of the American and British air forces during their bombing holocaust designed to murder the German nation. The latter observation is not an allegation (like most allegations, presented as historical ´facts´ against the Germans), rather is a well documented truism.

Peipers French friends and of course his good buddy Ketelhut expressed the unanimous opinion his death had been totally unjustified, for had he accepted Ketelhut´s invitation to spend he night at his house, the murder would never had occurred.

The cowardly assassins had crossed a meadow with a wagon to the river front on which two floats lay in waiting, manned by accomplices. It was with these floats hat they crossed the Raone and once arrived at the opposite shore, climbed through the underbrush toward the victim´s house. After the gruesome deed they made their get-away by running in the opposite direction to the street below, where apparently a waiting car picked them up and spirited them away. The fire department dragged the river bed in search of the missing body parts and found nothing. The investigation lasted 6 months during which every known member of the local communist party was interviewed with the predictable result, that no one knew anything.

Subsequently, the investigation was closed and all documents were stored in the ´dead file´ of the local police. What is awful is that the investigation conducted by the police department apparently was haphazard and sloppy. This conclusion is inescapable for the following reasons;

The reaction time of the local authorities during the time of the crime had been unconscionably slow. It had been well known that an attempt on Peiper´s life was going to be made yet the police had taken no precautionary measures and had taken their time in responding.
This area is only slightly populated, having about 10 inhabitants per square kilometer. Each and every inhabitant very literally knows everyone else as well as their respective business, as is common in such sparsely populated rural areas anywhere on earth. Considering these things, any competent police investigation should have resulted in the arrest of the assassins.
The claim to have been unable to find out anything about this well organized, meticulously planned and announced (!) attack is ludicrous. One is left with impression that the police did not want to get to the bottom of the crime. It has also been claimed that possibly out-of-towners had planned and committed the deed. This lacks credibility, since not a shred of evidence has ever been found connecting anyone outside the immediate area to the crime. Therefore this claim appears to be no more than a smoke screen planted by the police.

The district court of Vesoul finally, after many years, declared the murdered man as being dead. However, under pressure (and probably threats) they lacked he decency to acknowledge that he had been murdered. Peipers family requested the return of the remains of their beloved father to Germany. When the coffin arrived it was opened in the presence of representatives for the District Attorney of Munich. It was found that disgracefully only parts of the mutilated, charred body had been returned. The entire head was missing making it impossible for the German authorities to identify the remains due to the missing dentures. Polite inquiries by Peipers family of the French court were left unanswered. The district court in Vesoul handled the matter by simply stating disdainfully that Peiper was dead and that the case was closed. That is the way justice works in one of the modern ´democracies´!

It was the great Mahatma Gandhi, a lawyer himself, who stated succinctly; ´Where law rules, there is injustice.´

Colonel Peiper, murdered – for Germany he had fought bravely, an unforgettable warrior.
In Germany he had suffered many years for an act never committed and it is with Germany that he died in lonely battle assassinated by the forces of evil.
When will the time come again, that you Germany will again become home and safe haven for all those who have fought and died for you?
Jochen , you are unforgettable and remain in our hearts.


Author: Gerry Frederics (gerard@germancross)
Edited and corrected by k0nsl (i.am@k0nsl.org)



b0b’s ringtone

I promised b0b a ringtone, years ago. Now I finally went ahead and recorded one for him, but my headset needs replacement as the microphone on it isn’t the best quality, it is consequently quite a lousy recording; but at least I did what I promised b0b
That’s the important part.

As for what I’m actually saying, here’s some of it:

You’ll have to decipher the rest of it on your own.




MP3: https://k0nsl.org/bag/media/b0b-ringt0ne_k0nsl.mp3


R.I.P. Dominique Venner

I say, rest in peace Dominique Venner! April 16, 1935May 21, 2013.
I respect Mr. Venners decision to end his life the way he did. His faith vividly reminds me — at least in some respect — with that of Reinhold Elstner.

Dominique Venner’s “The Reasons for a Voluntary Death”

I am healthy in body and mind, and I am filled with love for my wife and children. I love life and expect nothing beyond, if not the perpetuation of my race and my mind. However, in the evening of my life, facing immense dangers to my French and European homeland, I feel the duty to act as long as I still have strength. I believe it necessary to sacrifice myself to break the lethargy that plagues us. I give up what life remains to me in order to protest and to found. I chose a highly symbolic place, the Cathedral of Notre Dame de Paris, which I respect and admire: she was built by the genius of my ancestors on the site of cults still more ancient, recalling our immemorial origins.

While many men are slaves of their lives, my gesture embodies an ethic of will. I give myself over to death to awaken slumbering consciences. I rebel against fate. I protest against poisons of the soul and the desires of invasive individuals to destroy the anchors of our identity, including the family, the intimate basis of our multi-millennial civilization. While I defend the identity of all peoples in their homes, I also rebel against the crime of the replacement of our people.

The dominant discourse cannot leave behind its toxic ambiguities, and Europeans must bear the consequences. Lacking an identitarian religion to moor us, we share a common memory going back to Homer, a repository of all the values ​​on which our future rebirth will be founded once we break with the metaphysics of the unlimited, the baleful source of all modern excesses.

I apologize in advance to anyone who will suffer due to my death, first and foremost to my wife, my children, and my grandchildren, as well as my friends and followers. But once the pain and shock fade, I do not doubt that they will understand the meaning of my gesture and transcend their sorrow with pride. I hope that they shall endure together. They will find in my recent writings intimations and explanations of my actions.

Source: http://www.counter-currents.com/2013…luntary-death/

More information about Dominique Venner:

Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dominique_Venner

Metapedia: http://en.metapedia.org/wiki/Dominique_Venner

Below is more information from the mainstream media:


None of Dominique Venners books has ever been translated to English, but many of his essays can be found at Counter-Currents and other web pages, see:



“Germar Rudolf is a Holocaust denying Nazi kook.”

A random guy on a forum said the following to me in 2004:

Germar Rudolf is a Holocaust denying Nazi kook.



  •  Ask them how they define a Nazi.
  • Tell them: Just because someone answers questions asked by people on a website deemed “neo-Nazi” does not turn that person into a Nazi.
  • Guilt by Association is one feature of being a Nazi, so if they insist that I am a Nazi because I answered questions of people they call Nazis, then you have a proof that your discussion partners are Nazis.
  • Calling somebody a Nazi does not address the issues raised. It is not a valid argument, it is only a swear word. It is like saying: “The earth is flat because those who claim the opposite are Christ deniers.”
  • Tell them to grow a brain.

Germar Rudolf


This response was written by Germar Rudolf and sent to me via e-mail — as I thought it would be better to let him answer accusations levelled against him rather than having me answer for him.

Dated: 11/26/04


An Outlaw’s Diary

LENIN’S well-known axiom to the effect that in revolutions for every honest-minded man (unfortunately) are to be found hundreds of criminals, can scarcely be applied to Hungarian Bolshevism, for among the notorious exponents of the same even the lamp of Diogenes would hardly have enabled us to detect one honest-minded man. Criminalists of long standing who lived through the horrors of the Red Regime in Hungary, which lasted from March 21 to the end of July, 1919, could testify, even without the decisions of the court of laws, that the leading spirits of the ‘Soviet Republic’ (with the exception of a few fanatics) consisted of common criminals, to the greater part of whom might be applied with perfect aptness the definition of Anatole France, ‘encore bête et déjà un homme.

Every revolution has its idealistic champions, its enthusiasts who inflame the masses with a fiery passion and are themselves ready to endure all the suffering of Calvary in the service of the creed which they profess. Fanatic apostles of high aims may be sympathetic even in their fatal errors; and there is always something sublimely tragical in their fall. Who would doubt the unselfish enthusiasm of Camille Desmoulins, of Jourde, or of Louise Michel for their ideals, for which they were content to suffer and die?

* The Publishers of this volume are greatly indebted to Dr. Oscar Szollosy and to the Editor of The Anglo-Hungarian Review for permission to include this account of some of the chief actors in The Terror.

[p. 217] In our moral judgment we distinguish between political and other criminals; a similar sharp distinction is made by the general conceptions of criminal law, for political agitators are liable to confinement as first-class misdemeanants, while thieves are imprisoned in common jails and murderers are condemned to the gallows.

Revolution, as a movement of the masses aiming at the violent overthrow of the existing system of law, from the standpoint of criminal law is a single cumulative criminal act; committed against the community as a whole,–a movement called into being by the co-operation of individuals grouped into a mass in which individual actions are merely insignificant episodes. The masses, however, cannot be called to account under the criminal law; the judgment on them is pronounced by the nation and by history. The work of the judge is to investigate the individual guilt of the persons taking part; in this manner he finds himself dealing with numberless varieties of revolutionary acts–from agitation, riot, through destruction of movable property and numerous other offences, to murder, the series comprising practically all the acts known to the criminal code. But of all these offences the only ones which may be classified as political crimes are those unlawful attacks against the aims of the State and the realization of the same which are of a political character by virtue alike of their objects and their nature (e.g., incitement against the constitution or against the binding force of the law); in cases where only the tendency or motive is of such character, while the means employed are base, as is true of most revolutionary offences,–for without violence and dangerous threats there can be no revolution,–we are confronted, not with political, but with common crimes. The incendiaries of Paris who set fire to the Tuilleries were common criminals, though they acted from a political motive.

And those who, clothing themselves in the red cloak of revolution, with Phrygian caps on their heads, ‘work for their own enrichment,’ are not revolutionists at all–merely criminals.

Bolshevism, the wildest form of Marxian Communism, which annihilates capital under the pretext of making property public, destroys or distributes among its own votaries the private possessions of others, abolishes the right of choice of labour, subverts the thousand-years old system of production and, in order to effect all these things, ruins all the institutions of an historic State, concentrates the [p. 218] proletarians in the ‘council’ system with the object of exercising dictatorial power over the bourgeois classes, persecutes religion and national sentiment, places physical labour above intellectual work, transforms the common seaman into an admiral, employing the real admiral as a scavenger,–this suppression of the common liberties, more tyrannical in character than the despotism of any Caesar, could not have maintained itself for even the briefest space of time without resorting to the means of extreme terrorism. Therefore, having disarmed the bourgeois classes, and rendering them defenceless, it placed King Mob on the throne and used the same to keep the other members of the community in constant fear and trembling.

In our country the Dictatorship of the Proletariat was nothing more or less than an organized rule of the mob, under the demoniacal direction of Belial, the spirit of destruction of Jewish mythology.

But what were the elements composing this mob?

So long as the State power is the expression of the common will of the people and has at its command disciplined physical force, the authority of the State and the moral constraint involved suffice to hold in check those criminal propensities and hidden instincts which are latent in the masses. Under such circumstances the expression ‘mob’ is restricted to vagabonds, professional criminals, the denizens of the common haunts of crime who are a public danger. But, the moment the rule of law is overthrown and the respect for authority vanishes, the lid of the box of Pandora flies open, and the criminal or unhealthy instincts hitherto kept in check rush unimpeded from their secret hiding-places, and the mob is recruited by men who have so far been peaceful and industrious day-labourers, factory hands, students, tradesmen or officials. And those degenerate individuals who are criminally inclined are only too eager to join any movement which enables them to give free vent to their inclinations. During the opening weeks of the Bolshevik regime Budapest became the gathering-place of international adventurers flocking thither from all quarters of the globe,–‘Spartacus’ Germans, Russian Jews, Austrian, Rumanian, Bulgarian, and Italian communists hastened thither in the hope of finding rich booty under the aegis of the Soviet Government. At a mass meeting held in the suburbs, speeches were delivered by demagogues in six different languages.

But more foreign still to this country than the rabble of strangers were the leading People’s Commissioners them- [p. 219] selves, though all were born on Hungarian soil. They hated, not merely the bourgeoisie, but the whole Hungarian people, with whom they never had anything in common. Their hatred was most violent against the agricultural peasant class, which forms the bulk of the nation, whereas the industrial labourers represent barely more than five per cent. of the whole population. While at Petrograd, in the service of Lenin, Béla Kún had had Hungarian prisoners of war, officers and privates alike, shot en masse with machine-guns, for refusing to join the Russian Red Army.

When the future People’s Commissioners, laden with Russian gold, emerged from obscurity, they pushed into the background the former leaders of the working classes. In their incendiary speeches and newspaper articles could be heard the hissing of the vipers of hatred. The terrible trials of the four and a half years’ war, its demoralising effect, the exorbitant demands advanced after the defeat by soldiers embittered by battle and grown accustomed to a distaste for a life of work, the unemployment caused by the shortage of raw materials, and the discontent of the industrial labourers that had long been lurking beneath the surface,–all these circumstances in a few months ripened the seeds sown by the wicked and unscrupulous agitation of the adventurers. Their adherents consisted, besides a few educated persons of disordered intellect* or greedy of profit, of a small fraction of socialist labourers (who terrorized the rest of their fellows) and the mob described above.

Were these men really capable of believing in the incredible,–of believing that the results of a social evolution of a thousand years could be changed in a single night by the help of bands of terrorists? Did they believe that they could violate human nature by means of their peremptory ‘orders’ (edicts), or that the world-revolution

* The People’s Commissioner for Public Education, George Lukács, was the son of a wealthy banker, and was persuaded to join the Communists by the crack-brained daughter of an extremely rich Budapest solicitor, who subsequently assisted Béla Kún and his associates to counterfeit bank-notes, till finally she was thrashed publicly (in the street) with a hunting crop by an embittered ‘bourgeois.’ A portrait of Lukács is reproduced at page 106 of this volume.

A certain Ministerial Councillor, Stephen Láday, once declared emphatically to the writer of this article that Communism might be very pretty in theory, but was, in his opinion, impossible in practice. Two months later Láday became a Bolshevik People’s Commissioner.

[p. 220] with which, as an inevitable certainty, they constantly sought to cajole their partisans would really hasten to their assistance? Did they honestly desire to ‘redeem’ the working classes,–which, in fact, they ruined,–with their devilish system? And is the bestiality of their instruments the only charge that can be laid at their doors? There were evidently some men among them who cherished such a belief and such a desire; but it would be extremely difficult to draw such a conclusion from the nature of their deeds. On the contrary, it is certain that almost all of them were actuated by the hope of personal aggrandizement, by a morbid and unbridled desire of omnipotence; they desired to seize for themselves everything that seemed of any value to them in the country and to destroy everything that stood in their way. An exceptionally favourable opportunity for the realization of their aims was afforded them by the desperate situation of the country and the lethargy of the exhausted bourgeois classes; and to this end they hastened to exploit the infatuation of the masses.

Pre-eminent among them, alike for ability and for skill in the application of Bolshevik ideology, was the People’s Commissioner for Foreign Affairs, the keen-witted, astute and extraordinarily active Béla Kún,* who remained to the end the soul and leading spirit of the Red régime. Already during his activity as a provincial journalist, this lizard-faced, well-fed agitator had shown the greatest contempt for the morals in general acceptance among the middle classes and had consequently been only too ready to sell his pen as a means to hush up delinquencies committed by the bourgeoisie. He had been compelled, in consequence of petty embezzlements committed at the expense of the proletariat, to resign his post in the office of the Kolozsvar Workmen’s Insurance Institute. Earlier in life he had been a votary of night orgies; and during the ‘lean’ days of the Soviet regime he did not abstain from sumptuous banqueting, while everywhere the masses intoned the refrain of the Internationale, ‘Rise, starving proletarians, rise!’ As People’s Commissioner, he took up his quarters in a fashionable hotel on the Danube Embankment, under the protection of a body-guard armed with hand grenades. His inflammatory speeches, in which he employed all the hackneyed casuistry of the demagogue, at first exercised a suggestive influence even on the more sober-minded section of the working classes. He preached

* For a portrait of Béla Kún, see vol. i., p. 160 of this work, where a further account of him is given.

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the necessity of an inexorable application of the dictatorship; and he himself–ignoring his own revolutionary tribunals–gave orders for the perpetration of secret murders committed in the dark. It was in this way that he got terrorists to kill two Ukranian officers who had come here to repatriate Russian prisoners of war and whom he suspected of implication in a plot against his person. In a similarly secret manner he provided for the murder, among others, of Francis Mildner, captain in the Artillery, for having (as he, Béla Kún, declared) encouraged the pupils of the Ludovica Military Academy to ‘stick to their guns’ during the Counter-revolution in the month of June. Moreover, he gave Joseph Cserny, the formidable ‘commander’ of the ‘terror-troops,’ a general authorization for the perpetration, by means of his underlings, of similar murders.

The only one of his associates who surpassed him in bloodthirsty cruelty was Tiberius Számuelly,* a horrible figure who was the object of universal abhorrence, even among the working classes,–a man who experienced a perverse enjoyment in the destruction of human life. This degenerate successor of Marat and Hebert was a sharp-featured, narrow-chested Jewish youth of low stature; according to medical men who knew him, his blood was tainted, and he was consumptive. Prior to the war, he acted as reporter–without talent indeed, but never without a monocle–to a clerical news agency; during the war he was an officer in the reserve; and, at the age of twenty-eight, his hatred of mankind and his experiences in Russia qualified him for appointment as a People’s Commissioner. He was a type of humanity of the lowest kind, degenerate alike physically and mentally. In the Governing Council he came into conflict even with Béla Kún, because the latter declined to comply with his delightful suggestion that the mob should be allowed at least three days’ free pillage immediately after the proclamation of the Dictatorship of the Proletariat. It was he who, at the meeting of the Budapest Workers’ Council, raised the cry of ‘Death to the Bourgeoisie!’ and the following day the seething crowd swarming along the boulevards echoed his cry—’Death to the Bourgeoisie!’ In April he was authorized to exercise in person, in the rear of the Red Army and in places where there was any counterrevolutionary movement, the rights of the revolutionary

* See pp. 96-98.
[p. 222] courts-martial. And, indeed, he accomplished his task thoroughly; those whom the members of the local Workers’ Councils branded as ‘white’ he had hanged, without even the formality of a trial, on the nearest pear or apple tree. As a rule, his manner of sentencing to death the victims brought before him, was by a motion of the hand or by secret ‘cue’; though sometimes he pronounced formal sentence in the words–‘Step under the tree!’ These words were enough for his hangmen. He condemned to death persons ‘taken up’ at random against whom there was not even the shadow of a suspicion,–mostly for the simple reason that they belonged to the detested peasant class. At Duna-pataj he ordered his underlings to bury a wounded peasant, whom he saw being treated by a surgeon, alive in a grave together with the dead. At Sopron-Kövesd he had an old railway booking-clerk of the name of Schmidt hanged, and compelled his son to watch the dying father’s convulsions for twenty-five minutes, and then hanged the son on the same tree by the side of the father. A short time previous to the overthrow of the Commune, he endeavoured to establish a military dictatorship; and his particular adherents had drafted a list of the State officials, police officers and aristocrats who had been selected as doomed to be slaughtered within three short hours.

A dwarf in comparison with this monster was the redhanded, black-souled Joseph Pogány,* one of Count Stephen Tisza’s murderers and the demon of demoralization of our former army. From being a socialist journalist, he became President of the Soldiers’ Council, later People’s Commissioner for Public Education, and finally Commander of an Army Corps. He was the son of a Jewish ‘corpse-washer’ of the name of Schwarz; and, though endowed with but mediocre ability, was incredibly ambitious. In his maniacal endeavour for self-assertion, the comic elements were overshadowed only by the depravity of the means he employed. Grotesquely adipose in figure, he loved to ape the poses and gestures of Napoleon, and revelled greedily in the delights of power. He travelled without exception in a Pullman car or in an automobile; and at one of the health resorts on the shores of Lake Balaton,–when the misery of the country was at its height,–he arranged horse-races in which his Red Hussars took part,–for his own distraction and in his own honour. At

* See vol. i., p. 70.


[p. 223] the first news of the approach of the Rumanian army, he warned the entire population of Budapest that they must consider themselves as the hostages of the Soviet Republic. (It was at the same juncture that ‘Comrade’ Surek, inspired with noble zeal, proposed at the Central Soviet meeting that all hostages should be butchered at once and mountains raised of bourgeois corpses!)

Hardly had the men of the Soviet seized the reins of government, when the homo delinquens commenced his revels; every base and filthy impulse was let loose, greed and bloodthirstiness held a bacchanalian feast. When the old order was restored it was found necessary, as a result of the denunciations received, to institute proceedings in no less than 15,000 criminal cases; and the number of persons kept in detention by the Public Prosecutor in the metropolis alone exceeded three thousand: on the occasion of their arrest, almost all of the latter were found to be in the possession of stolen money or other stolen valuables.

Typical criminals were placed in possession of all our public institutions,–with the exception of the jails and convict prisons, from which, indeed, individuals apparently harmless to the proletariat State were released en masse (those discharged from the convict prison at Sopron, for instance, included a gipsy condemned for robbery and murder) to make room for respectable men, hostages and political prisoners. The former convicts were wanted to recruit the ranks of the ‘political terror-troops’ and the Red Guard, as well as to furnish functionaries to do the more important work of the administration of justice.*

Hitherto it had been the sole ambition of journeymen in general to be able to set up for themselves as independent masters of their respective trades: now, they were informed by the Voros Ujsag (Red Journal) that masters were without exception dishonest extortioners, since they employed workmen for wages: so they came to despise, not only their masters, but their handicrafts, too, and ended by joining the Red Guards or some other band of pillagers.

During four months and a half all Budapest wore the appearance of one vast condemned cell. The night visits of savage Red Guards and drunken terrorists, domiciliary

* A story which is far from improbable, though it certainly sounds like a popular anecdote, runs to the effect that, at a trial of one of the proletarian tribunals, in answer to the ‘Public Prosecutor’s’ question: ‘Where did you take the stolen articles?’ one of the persons accused of theft said, ‘To the woman in Budafok to whom you and I took that bicycle last year!’

[p. 224] visits (the most convenient pretexts for the ‘official organs’ to plunder flats), the ‘commandeering’ of food and dwellings, compulsory recruiting, the taking of hostages, the arrest and torture of innocent persons, and the glaring posters with their gruesome threats,–kept the inhabitants, stripped of everything and nearly all suffering the pangs of hunger, in a state of nervous tension, while suicides of embittered fathers were every-day occurrences. Those who had hitherto been held in check by the authorities, had now become the authorities themselves; and, to the citizen accustomed to a disciplined mode of life, nothing can be more disheartening than the knowledge that the ‘authorities’ are the greatest enemies to the security of life and property.

When, under the pretext of ‘nationalization,’ the Soviet authorities proceeded vigorously to confiscate property, thirty-four banks were occupied by armed forces and placed under Communist management. The entire stock of money and securities was seized, as well as the jewellery, gold coins and foreign currency deposited in the safes. From the Austro-Hungarian Bank (Budapest branch) two hundred million crowns were taken and conveyed to Vienna for propaganda purposes; while foreign currency of the value of at least forty to fifty million crowns was distributed among the immediate adherents (male and female alike) of the new masters of the country. Of the foreign securities seized several millions’ worth were sold; while the Sacred Crown, the most jealously guarded of all the nation’s treasures, was offered for sale. (The crown adorning the dome of the royal palace was covered with a red cap.)

The salaries of the persons employed by the new bureaucracy, and the wages of the workmen were raised so enormously that there could be no doubt as to the probability of a speedy bankruptcy of the State. A prison warder was paid wages amounting to about 30,000 crowns a year. The Exchequer was soon empty; and there was a shortage of the means of payment. At this juncture Julius Lengyel, People’s Commissioner for Finance, declared to a meeting of the ‘trustees’ (Vertrauensmänner) of the officials of the bank of issue that ‘there are excellent foreign and native forgers able to make perfect counterfeits of the Austro-Hungarian banknotes.’ The services of these ‘excellent forgers’ were actually requisitioned; and they made an enormous number of forged Austro-Hungarian banknotes, of 200, 25 and 2 crowns respectively. Thus the workers’ delight at the rise of wages became converted [p. 225] into bitter disappointment, for they were paid in forged notes which possessed a very trifling purchasing value. The country folk refused to have anything to do with money forged under the aegis of ‘authorities’ whose term of power was so problematical, and in consequence ceased to supply the capital with food.

Meanwhile Terror was working at high pressure, not sparing even the better-disposed among the working classes. Its appointed instruments–the Detective Department of the Ministry of the Interior, with the blood-thirsty Otto Korvin-Klein at its head, the Revolutionary Tribunals, and the Political ‘Terror Troops’–never for a single moment lapsed from the level of their respective callings.

Otto Korvin (Klein), a hunch-backed, clean-shaven gnome of twenty-five years, was a well-paid official of a joint-stock company when he was called upon to join the ranks of the red, blood-stained knights of hate. It was he who issued orders for the seizure as hostages of the notabilities of our public life, politicians, judges, bishops, writers, manufacturers, generals; he who was known as ornamentum civitatis,–the former Prime Minister, Alexander Wekerle, a man of seventy years,–the former Ministers of War (Home Defence), Hazay and Szurmay, the Speaker (President of the House of Deputies), Charles Szasz, the most distinguished of Hungarian publicists, Eugéne Rakosi, Bishop Mikes, etc.,–all these men now became the inmates of a common jail. But in many cases, the instruments of Korvin’s vindictiveness–the terrorists and detectives–did not even trouble to convey the hostages to prison; dragging the victims out of bed and away from their homes in the dead of night, they simply murdered them and robbed their corpses. Alexander Hollan, Secretary of State, and his aged father were shot on the Chain Bridge, their bodies, bound together, being thrown into the Danube. Louis Navay, a former speaker of the Lower House, together with his younger brother and a local magistrate, while being conveyed from Mako to Budapest, were dragged from the train at Félegyhaza, placed on the brink of a grave dug in the neighbourhood of the railway-station, and then shot and stabbed with bayonets until they were dead; on the same occasion, the Soviet mercenaries, as they proceeded on their journey, shot three more hostages in the train and seven at the railway-station of Hodmezovasarhely.

Maybe these unfortunate men had a happier fate than was that of some of the political prisoners whom Korvin [p. 226] subjected to his diabolical inquisition in the cellars beneath the Houses of Parliament. What was enacted there, in defiance of all human feeling, surpasses the utmost limits of bestiality. Some had the soles of their feet beaten with rubber sticks or their bare backs belaboured with belts or straps; others had their ribs or arms broken, or tacks driven in under their nails; some were compelled to drink three litres of water at a draught, or had rulers stuck down their throats, to force them to make disclosures. By the side of a certain lieutenant-colonel Korvin placed a guard with a hand grenade, ordering the latter to kill the unfortunate officer, if he dared to open his mouth; another prisoner he threatened to shoot unless he spoke immediately. A lieutenant was found wearing on his breast an image of the Blessed Virgin: ‘hang the thing up as an ornament for his gallows,’ shrieked the inquisitor in a paroxysm of fury. A prisoner named Balogh, who refused to confess, was dragged by the terrorists–his hands tied behind his back–up to the scaffold erected in the cellar and left hanging there with the blood running from his mouth and nose. For intimidation, the inquisitors showed the accused persons a heap of noses, tongues, and ears that had been cut off corpses. One of Korvin’s hangmen, a Russian Jew, with a limp, and curly hair, named Gerson Itzkovitch, laughingly vaunted that he was in the habit of gouging out a bourgeois’ eye with a single turn of his Cossack knife, ‘like the stone from a peach.’ Those who were tortured to death in the course of the inquisition were generally thrown from the stairs of the Houses of Parliament into the Danube; the actor Andrew Szocs was thrown down from the third floor into the courtyard, where his body was left to decompose for several days.

In order to prevent the wailings and death-cries of the victims being heard by outsiders, a grinning chauffeur was told off to keep the motor of his automobile incessantly whirring in front of the ventilation holes of the cellars.

These frenzied blood-orgies betray all the symptoms characteristic of that perversion which manifests itself in a perverse and fiendish delight in the shedding of blood, in shrieks of pain, and in maddening tortures.

Korvin’s female typist, Manci Hollos, endeavoured to comfort an imprisoned lawyer in these terms: ‘You will make a handsome corpse; it will be a pleasure to gouge out your eyes and kick your broken ribs.’

Hysterical women, too, were given a plentiful scope of activity by Bolshevism, which induced women to wear [p. 227] short hair, in order to be more like men, whereas the men wore long, flowing hair, after the Russian fashion. Elizabeth Sipos, the notorious agitator with whom Korvin contracted a marriage during the Dictatorship, devoted her energy to spying out the counter-revolutionary plans of army officers. Margaret Romanyi agitated in favour of Bolshevism among the telephone operators; while Gizella Adler, in her capacity as political commissary, armed with a revolver, herself delivered to the custody of the Red Guards such persons as seemed to her to be suspicious. Mrs. John Peczkai,* a woman doctor, took pleasure in assisting at executions; her hobby was to be allowed to determine whether death had ensued, and she showed a particular eagerness in making inquiries as to when and where the next execution was to take place. Ethel Sari (a notorious pickpocket, who later on became Secretary to the People’s Commissioner, Vago) took part, with her husband, the gorilla-headed terrorist, Andrew Annocskay, in the butchery at Maká, in the meantime methodically pursuing her usual occupation of professional pickpocket.

Those whom Korvin’s accomplices or the Red Guards brought direct to the revolutionary tribunals, might have congratulated themselves on at least escaping the cellars of torture of the Houses of Parliament; but mutilation, starvation and intimidation were the order of the day in the prisons. In the prison attached to the Budapest Central Court of Justice alone 1,461 persons were held in custody, persons arrested as politicians, and not charged with any criminal act. The tribunals, composed of untrained individuals (industrial labourers and persons ‘with a past’), were not bound by any regular rules of procedure and passed sentence with a rapidity of courts-martial under military law. The Budapest Revolutionary Tribunal sentenced to ‘confinement in an asylum’ an accused person who evinced symptoms of dull-wittedness; and against this sentence there was no appeal.

The Governing Council appointed the lawyer Dr. Eugéne László political commissary for all the revolutionary tribunals. This man was the offspring of a marriage between cousins, and his mother died insane; his fellow-lawyers and journalists (for previously he had been law reporter to a daily with a wide circulation) spoke of him among themselves as ‘mad László’; yet he was one of the most fanatical of Communists and in his degeneracy

* A photograph of her is reproduced at p. 140 of this volume.

[p. 228] was quite the equal of the more calculating Korvin and the more ignorant Számuelly. These qualities were amply sufficient to fit him to act as super-reviser of all judgments passed by the revolutionary tribunals; and his legal training enabled him to do his work by simply ordering the members of the tribunals to pass the sentences dictated by him. In the case of Dr. John Stenczel and his associates, who were charged with being counter-revolutionists, acting in touching agreement with Otto Korvin, László conferred the dignity of judge on Joseph Cserny, directing him to sentence all the accused but one to death. As President of the Tribunal, after ten minutes’ hearing of the case, which was a mere parody of the administration of justice, Cserny pronounced sentence of death on eight men and then, by way of motive for the sentence, whistled between his fingers; of the men condemned in this manner, three were shot, while the others were graciously reprieved and sentenced to imprisonment for life. (One member of this tribunal was Francis Gombos, a worker in the cartridge factory, who was known to be ever ready to agree to a sentence of death; he ‘despised human life,’–though, it would appear only in the case of others, for, when at a later date the Court of Law sentenced him to death, he broke into sobs and implored mercy.)

This same Eugéne László, who, during the Dictatorship of the Proletariat, had no fewer than four flats in Budapest, was far less severe in respect of the standard of morality applied to his own actions, for–as appears from the evidence of his own officials–he stole from the Budapest mansion of Baron Ulmann clothes, silver cigarette-cases and other portable articles, which he then sold at a high price, Joseph Cserny having bought from him, among other things, caps for 100 crowns. These individuals also made a practice of arresting as hostages rich merchants, whom they then released from prison–as a proof of their magnanimity–in return for money and rice!

A quite different type–one might almost say a true type of Apache–was ‘Comrade’ Joseph Cserny,* the broad-shouldered and big-limbed sailor whom Béla Kún himself entrusted with the organisation of the ‘terror troops.’ He was of a very powerful physique and possessed remarkable muscular strength; and he was possessed with the conviction that in the general upheaval he was called upon to play a pre-eminent part and must

* See also pp. 185-186.


[p. 229] to that end be a ruthless murderer. Not even Béla Kún himself was suffered to contradict him on this point; and when, under the pressure of the Entente Missions and of the workers, it was proposed to disband his troops, he forthwith conceived the idea of offering his services to the counter-revolutionists. From among the volunteers who applied to him for ‘a job’–these persons were the very scum of society–he selected men of the lowest repute, dare-devils ‘with a past’ ready to perpetrate any crime, the criminals known as ‘Lenin Boys,’ more than 400 in number, whose special vocation was to stifle any counterrevolutionary movement. What they really had to do, however, was not to take part in any open fighting or in regular military operations, but to inspire terror in districts where any counter-revolutionary movement had already been suppressed by the Red Army,–by murder, torture and pillaging. We know now, from the sentences of the courts of law, that this ‘institution’ was ‘a gang organized for common wholesale murder’ and robbery, re-assured in advance by Ernest Seidler, People’s Commissioner for Police, who said: ‘You may put out of the way as many “bourgeois” as you like; I will see that everything is hushed up!’

The ‘Lenin Boys’ took possession of Count Batthyanyi’s mansion in the Theresa Boulevard, which was transformed into a veritable fortress; in the cellars were amassed enormous quantities of ammunition, while the ‘garrison’ had at their disposal field guns, minenwerfers, and twenty-four machine guns. The pavement in front of the house was barricaded, while before the gate heavy motor-lorries armed with machine-guns were kept constantly in readiness. Each ‘Lenin Boy’ was armed to the teeth with revolvers, a bowie knife and hand grenades. The whole town knew the ‘Lenin Boys’ by their leather coats and flat caps with bag-like flaps at the back. (Cserny himself carried a long, sharp hunting knife stuck in one of his yellow top-boots.) To their fortress-mansion the ‘Boys’ conveyed by motor-lorries enormous quantities of ‘commandeered’ clothes, food, wine, jewellery and ladies, who, after being forced to take part in their wild orgies, were boxed on the ears and ‘chucked out.’

These bandits had a peculiar slang of their own to express their methods of assassination,–viz., ‘to send to Gades,’ ‘to refrigerate,’ ‘to send floating,’ ‘to send home’; their torture and flogging might be ‘under-done’ or ‘well-done’ (slang phrases adopted from the kitchen jargon). When- [p. 230] ever Korvin or Gabriel Schán (the political commissary attached to the District Commander of the Red Guard) telephoned to Cserny, saying–‘I am sending you a man; send him to Gades,’ the person in question was dead by the following morning, and his corpse ‘sent floating’ on the Danube.

From among these ruffians were selected the Soviet House Guards, as well as the Számuelly Detachment, which was quartered in the leaders’ special train, and was always kept in readiness to travel away.*

Cserny’s spy, a boy of fourteen years from Nagyvarad, of the name of Nicholas Gelbert, was able to obtain an entrance everywhere–as an unsuspected child, and indeed carried on his trade with astonishing zeal; on one occasion he himself shot a captain, for which act he is said to have received from Béla Kún a reward of 10,000 crowns.

When the ‘terrorists’ were temporarily disbanded, forty of the ‘most trustworthy’ were transferred to the detective section operating in the Parliament building; later on, however, the gang was again organized and took up its quarters in Buda, in the Mozdony-utca school.

These brigands ‘despatched’ a host of persons without the formality of a trial, either by the orders of their superiors or on their own initiative, in the latter case either to humour their cynical lust of blood or with intent to rob. One day an ensign of hussars, Nicholas Dobsa, having lost his certificate of identity, went to the Soviet House to procure a new one; in consequence he was brought before Gabriel Schán, the Political Commissary, twenty-three years old, who had formerly been a law student and had become one of the most blackguardly desperadoes of the Red regime. The ensign smiled when speaking to his inquisitor; this was reason enough for Gabriel Schán to have him despatched as a ‘saucy youth’ to Cserny in the Batthyanyi mansion. Two ‘terrorists’ (Géza Groo and John Nyakas) seized the unfortunate young man, dragged him to the cellar, and beat him unmercifully, fracturing his lower jaw and one of his arms; then they dug a grave for him and shot him. Merely because he had smiled when speaking to Gabriel Schán!

Dr. Nicholas Berend, a University professor, on the day of the counter-revolution in June waved a white hand-

* There were similar detachments outside of Budapest, the same being delegated to hold the provincial towns in mortal terror, e.g., the ‘Fabik Detachment’ in Székesfehérvár, the ‘Gombos Terror Gang’ in Györ, etc.

[p. 231] kerchief at the gunboats which bombarded the Soviet House; he was shot and his body robbed by terrorists, who took his money, watch, clothes and shoes (in a word, everything), and then threw his corpse into the Danube. This was how this notorious ‘political institution’ showed its respect for the medical profession. In the evening of the same day, a medical student named Béla Madarasz, who, preparing for an examination, remained absorbed in his books in his garret room, and kept a light burning beyond the prescribed hour, was dragged by the terrorists into the street, where one of them gave him a blow on the head, while another stabbed him in the abdomen; after his gold watch had been taken from him, he was thrown into a dust-cart and ‘sent floating’ in the Danube.

Gustavus Szigeti, a merchant who had been arrested in Veszprém on suspicion of having harboured Count Festetich in his house, was, at the instance of the Political Commissary for Veszprém, who offered a reward of 5,000 crowns, taken bound by the terrorist Gabriel Csomor to a sandbank in Lake Balaton and there stabbed to death by that ruffian, who fastened a piece of a broken grave-stone to the corpse, cut off the tip of the left ear, and sank the body in the lake, afterwards sending the ear-tip to the Commissary as authentic proof that he had killed the victim.

The Soviet rulers indulged a special hatred towards the rigorous chiefs of the former gendarmerie too. A few days prior to the fall of the Soviet Government, Edward Chlepko, Commander-in-Chief of the Red Guard, on the basis of a pre-arranged anonymous denunciation, had Lieutenant-General Oscar Ferry arrested, together with two lieutenant-colonels of the gendarmerie. The political detectives Bonyhati (formerly a lieutenant in the reserve) and Radvanyi–two men whom even Cserny dubbed ‘bloodhounds’–conveyed the unfortunate officers to the Terrorists’ barracks in Mozdony utca, where, after three days’ fruitless inquisition, all three were hanged by the ‘Lenin Boys’ on a water-pipe in the cellar. These victims, too, were buried in the Danube.

During the reign of horror in Budapest, Számuelly’s ‘death-train’ rushed from one end of the country to the other, landing its hellish passengers at the scene of every counter-revolutionary movement. So far as we have hitherto been able to ascertain, the official assassin of the Dictatorship executed thirty persons in Szolnok, twenty in Kalocsa, sixty-one in the small village of Duna-pataj, in addition killing a host of other innocent people in twenty- [p. 232] five different towns and parishes. The most ’eminent’ of the hangmen of this Hungarian Jefferys were Louis Kovacs, Arpad Kerekes (Kohn), and Charles Sturcz, who, at a mere sign of the hand from Számuelly, hanged or shot seventeen, forty-six, and forty-nine persons respectively.

The usual custom of these human brutes was to place the victim on a chair beneath the tree selected for the purpose, then to throw a rope round his neck and order him to kick away the chair; whenever the victim was unable, owing to his terror of death, to do so, he was beaten with rifle butts and prodded with knives, until the instinct of escape from this sanguinary torture compelled the writhing victim to comply with the command. These beasts beat grey-haired old men to death; in some cases they gouged out the victims’ eyes before killing them with all the refinement of Bolshevik cruelty. In one case, after hanging a parish notary, they forced his wife, who was approaching confinement, to watch her husband’s death agony. They even slapped the faces of the dead and kicked them, using obscene language in their abusive mockery of their victims.

‘I could not continue to watch these scenes’ an army surgeon confessed; ‘I broke into a convulsive fit of sobbing,–a thing that never once happened to me during four years of service at the front.’

In comparison with these monsters, the jackal is a mere lamb, the rattlesnake an innocent gold-fish. They walked in human guise; but the bestial instinct for plunder and butchery latent within them was not restrained by any human feeling or kept within bounds (was, indeed, rather enhanced) by human intelligence.

Yet, undoubtedly, the awful responsibility involved must be borne by those who either directly enjoined or at least watched, tolerated and approved the perpetration of the crimes committed by them.

Each of the responsible leaders knew that by ‘Commune’ the criminal means liberty to steal, and by ‘terror’ blind butchery.

These leaders were the conscious promoters of a fearful material and moral devastation, and must have known that the very existence of a whole generation of working men was at stake. ‘Thus crimes are born, and curses–but not new worlds!’

With their souls full of hatred, they made boastful promises of earthly bliss to those whom they swept to perdition.

‘No greater catastrophe than Bolshevism could have [p. 233] befallen the working classes,’ says–in one of its manifestoes–the council of the newly-revived Social Democrat Party.

Is it worth our while to inquire whether, amid all this horror and terror, there is to be found anywhere even a spark of that ‘holy madness’ which makes the apostle ready to die the death of a martyr for his creed?

Rigault, the Chief of Police in the French Commune, and one of its blackest figures, waited in Paris for the coming of the troops from Versailles; when the soldiers thronging into his suburban hotel mistook the proprietor for him and were about to seize him, Rigault hastened towards them with the words–‘I am Rigault! I am neither a brute nor a coward!’ Ten minutes later, Rigault was dead.

And the Budapest People’s Commissioners,–the men who had so often emphasized ‘the unparalleled cowardice of the bourgeoisie’ and abused our heroes and our martyrs,–when the assassin’s dagger slipped from their grasp, packed in feverish haste the foreign currency which they had ‘sequestered’ for their own private use from the Austro-Hungarian Bank, and, boarding their special train, fled in a panic to a milder climate,–away from this plundered, devastated and unhappy country.*

* Béla Kún and a large number of his fellow-Commissioners escaped to Vienna. Our efforts to obtain their extradition by Austria were fruitless; under the pressure of the Socialists the Austrian Government refused, and subsequently handed them over to the Russian Soviet authorities.

After the re-establishment of law and order, of the revolutionary criminals arrested ninety-six were condemned to death, the rest being sentenced to various terms of imprisonment. Of the persons condemned to death fourteen were reprieved, eighteen (together with 400 other condemned persons) handed over–in exchange for Hungarian prisoners of war–to the Russian Soviet, while sixty-four were hanged, the latter number including Korvin, László, Schán, and Cserny.


Cécile Tormay, Vol. 2 (The Commune), 1923.

Why I bought a Korean Car

Please note: this article is more or less a draft at the moment and will need to be edited by me more carefully in the coming days. The formatting will be fixed as well.



Were I to list all the different cars I have either owned or driven for
longer periods of time, I would be called a liar. Therefore I will dispense
with that and merely limit myself to stating that I have had every type of
car, 2-and 3 cylinder two strokes, 4-6-and 8 cylinder 4-strokes, even two
straight-8’s. Sports cars of every kind, and luxury cars, even a few bland
so-so´s. That came about because of my extraordinary love of automobiles,
motorcycles, scooters, anything that moves powered by an internal combustion
engine and because I worked for over 30 years in the American car business
as a salesman, sales manager and finance manager, including Finance Director
of the largest Toyota dealer in the USA back in the 1970s- early 80s. I
breathed cars. Those were the times when working under immense pressure for
60 hours per week was de rigueur and spare time for reading or doing any
sort of research, or even thinking about things, was in extremely short
supply. Even though I have always been an enthusiastic jazz piano player,
during those times of my life sometimes weeks passed by without me touching
my beautiful Sohmer piano, or later the Kawai grand piano my wife had
bought for my birthday.

All of this has changed. Gone are the 60-hour weeks, gone are the nearly
insane demands made on me by my employer, gone are the responsibilities,
hell even the grand piano is gone and what I have now is a gorgeous Blüthner
piano which rivals anything with strings.

In those days Mercedes Benz and Alfa Romeo were my choices and when I tired
of them I decided on BMW, for money was never in short supply. However, the
type of daily grind I was engaged in takes its toll and suddenly I found
myself in early retirement.

Being retired, the former money flow has stopped and now one must live
according to a budget, not a bad thing at all and I am certainly not
complaining, BUT the Mercedes or the BMW or Audi or Porsche or Alfa – well,
they are out of the question.

So, shall I buy a VW, or an Opel? Shall I buy a Toyota, or a Nissan? Shall I
buy a Chevrolet? How about a Fiat, or a Peugeot, or a Citroen? Well, there´s
always Rover and some other English makes, — clearly no. Why? Well, for the
following reasons;

Why I Could Not Buy a VW

VW is led by and has been led by corrupted officials who during the
3rd.Reich would have deservedly spend their time in concentration camps
repairing boots or making tires of artificial rubber. They would have looked
great in those striped shirts, those bastards. VW bought NSU – a venerable
German industrial enterprise, one of the finest and unceremoniously dumped
them on the trash heap of history. VW spent untold multi-millions buying
decrepit Rolls Royce, training their useless workers and designing the best
Rolls Royce ever to be put into traffic.

Not only that, they didn’t even put their name on it, and the rich who are
buying this best Rolls Royce of all times are under the impression it is an
English car.
In short, they saved the icon of the British automotive world, a world which
since 1895 has clamored to destroy Germany, a country which has more German
blood on its collective hands than any other, a country which is responsible
for the most incredibly dishonest re-write of world history and a country
which does not fail to use every opportunity possible to smear Germany, to
malign Germany, to lie about Germany, to insult Germany.

While Germany was helpless, the English plundered every German patent which
the Americans had missed. To this day, the Rolls Royce Jet engine is a copy
of Germany´s 1944 JUMO jet. From 1946 until the early 1980´s the most
reliable motorcycle they made was first a carbon copy and later a derivative
of Germany´s DKW RT-125 (the BSA 2-strokes) and the by far most successful
Ariel motorcycle ever produced was the Ariel Leader, a carbon copy of
Germany´s Adler SB-250 2-stroke twin. THOSE are the people VW helped.

Then – they saved Skoda. Skoda is an ancient Austrian (German) enterprise
the Czechs inherited courtesy the Versailles treaty. In fact, they inherited
their entire country courtesy of the Rape of Versailles in 1919. This
company was founded in 1895 when Bohemia was a part of the Austro-Hungarian
Empire. It had been settled by Germanic tribes for about 2500 years (the
archaeological evidence is overwhelming – Slavs only appearing slowly about
1000 years ago). Initially Skoda was called `Laurin & Klement´ after its
1895 founders. This name was changed in the year 1925 to Skoda. During the
1930´s they produced mediocre vehicles and were known mostly for their
weapons production. During WWII, they produced weapons and even some
aircraft for the German Wehrmacht.

After WWII they produced vehicles of such poor quality that one better not
speak about them. By the time VW bought them (an intelligent person would
have refused this piece of industrial junk gratis) they were for all intents
and purposes a bankrupt concern. VW rebuilt the entire factory to the most
modern standards, trained their workers and designed a modern world-class
line of cars for them. The amounts of money VW wasted there is monumental.
These cars are being sold today as `Czech cars´ all over the world and an
innocent Chilean man remarked to me once, how great those `Czech designs and
quality´ are! Just recently, the Taiwanese government signed a deal with
Skoda for industrial assistance and raved about the excellence of `Czech
technology´. Ya, Czech technology alright – it´s sickening.

Now what about those Czechs? They are a people who never in their history
have proven to be able to govern themselves (as per Britain’s Premier David
Lloyd George in 1919). They survived as satellites of the British world,
after the war satellites of the Soviets and now again, they are satellites
of the Anglo-American orbit. Without a major power behind whose shield they
can hide, they would not last as a nation longer than a couple of months.
Their land mass consist of ancient German territories. Their cities were
built by Germans eons ago, `their´ university is the oldest German
University in existence, their industrial enterprises, including their famed
beer brewing industry, are all without exception originally German.

Their most famous writer born in Prague is Kafka who was not Czech in the
first place but rather Jewish. He lived most of his life in Vienna, quasi
never spoke a word in Czech, and wrote exclusively in the German language.

Their most famous composer Dvorak, was a Johannes Brahms wanna-be and though
his music is marvelous it is quasi indistinguishable from the music of his
idol – the aforementioned Brahms.

After WWII, they mass murdered the indigenous German population in a blood
orgy quasi unequalled in human history. Pregnant women had their bellies
slit open, men were dragged slowly to death behind trucks, while the Czechs
were beating on them, urinating on them, slicing them with knives and
hacking them to pieces with axes. Germans were forced to beat other Germans
until their blood squirted – when they refused, they were slowly dismembered
while their wives were forced to watch. German women and soldiers were hung
kosher-like (by one leg) on light poles, had gasoline poured over them and
were set alight. The horror committed by the Czechs against the indigenous
Germans knows no limits and seeks its equal in recorded history – and NO,
there was no justification for any of this, as surely there never could be
any. THAT happened in May 1945. Until today, the Czechs blithely refuse to
even acknowledge that anything happened and even piss on Germany in
diplomatic circles, knowing they are save and sound, as long as they do the
bidding of their bosses in Washington DC, London and Tel Aviv. THOSE are
the people whose industries VW has saved.

Did VW resurrect old honorable German industrial enterprises, such as
motorcycle manufacturers par excellence Victoria, Horex, TWR or DKW? Good
Lord, NO! Did they step in and save one of the greatest aircraft designers
who was being sold off to foreign interests (only to predictably disappear),
Claude Dornier? Good Lord, NO! Did they step in and save some of Germany´s
world-leading stereo and electronics manufacturers such as Grundig, Saba,
Loewe-Opta, Körting, or Schaub-Lorenz et al? Good Lord, NO! Instead they
saved —–Rolls Royce, they saved Skoda and God knows what else they did.
Buy one of their cars? Not until the men responsible for these outrages
swing in the wind or at least repair boots in a striped shirt – for life.

Why I could Not Buy an Opel

First of, I love Opel. They are one of the oldest industrial enterprises in
Germany and have produced some of the finest vehicles, two as well as
4-wheeled. In the 1920´s they produced the possibly best heavy German
motorbike. In the year 1929 they produced a revolutionary rocket-powered
motorbike, one example of which still exists in a museum. Also in 1929 they
produced the very first rocket powered airplane in the world and one of
Opels grandsons flew this technical marvel at Frankfurt on Main. In the
1930´s they designed and built what became known as `The Backbone of the
Wehrmacht´, the Opel Blitz medium-size truck. This truck, a civilian vehicle
did service unmodified in all theatres of war and earned a reputation second
to none. In 1938, Opel took this truck, removed the body, `civilized´ the
suspension and the steering, put on an attractive body and voila! — the
Opel Six was born, competition to the middle class Mercedes or Horch!
In 1938 they designed the Opel Kadett, a car which after the war was copied
nut for nut, bolt for bolt by the Soviets and as the Moskwitch became the
best selling car in the eastern block. In the fifties, they produced the
Opel Kapitän and the Opel Admiral, two great cars and when the Opel Olympia
came around it was deservedly a resounding success. Than much later they had
one of the finest sports coupes worldwide with their Opel GT, a great sports
car by any standard. Opel had earned its sobriquet `The Reliable¨.

But there was a fly in the ointment. In the late 1920´s due to the worldwide
recession, Opel needed a financially strong partner and sold 40% of its
stock to General Motors. Starting in the 1990´s, suddenly Opel was sold
worldwide as a Chevrolet. Today, people all over our planet are buying
Chevrolets, thinking they are buying an American brand, whereas they in
reality are buying a German car. This is just another way to steal from
Germany. Then in the 1990´s, General Motors decided Opel was not making
enough money. The fact that their balance sheet was healthy, their workforce
was busy, their plants were going full steam and they commanded 22% of the
European market, none of this mattered to the clowns in Detroit.

These were the same incompetent clowns who had run Buick, Oldsmobile and
Pontiac into the ground, the same bunch of senile, vastly overpaid crooks
who ought to be repairing boots in a concentration camp, dressed in those
pretty striped shirts. Instead they are obscenely paid while destroying

Well, these criminals fired the German management at Opel and installed a
third-world affirmative-action clown by the name of Rodriguez as the CEO of
this venerable old German firm. The first thing this fool did was to demand
that everyone speak English. The second thing was that he demanded quasi
insane cost-cutting measures, which resulted in dozens of smaller German
supply companies going bankrupt. Due to the inferior quality of the parts
now being delivered to Opel, the quality of the car took a nose dive.
Suddenly, whoever bought an Opel, bought junk. The result was the loss of
dominance on the European market, the loss of thousands of jobs and nearly
the bankruptcy of this once great industrial enterprise. Finally the top
jerks at GM in Detroit re-called the Mexican clown and re-installed German
management. It is said, things are looking up.

Today when buying an Opel, one buys a car manufactured in Brasil or Korea
called Chevrolet, a car of undetermined origin and questionable quality. In
addition, the profits are going to Detroit, not to Germany to pay German
engineers and quality workers. No, no, until GM cleans up its act, sells
Opel as Opel, re-installs German management (without restrictions) and
leaves them alone to do what no one else on earth can do better, Opel isn´t
on my shopping list and should not be an anyone else´s either.

Why I could not buy a Toyota, Nissan, Subaru, Mazda or anything Japanese.
(with one notable exception).
Yes, I know – Japanese products, no matter which kind, are extraordinary. I
worked for Toyota (9 years), for Nissan (6 years) and once a short time for
Mazda. I have owned a Kawai Grand Piano and I have owned several different
Japanese cameras. In fact, I own an excellent Denon tape deck, hooked into
my Danish Bang & Olufsen stereo.
That was in the past. That was when I was in the middle of the American
grind, unable to think and unable to connect the dots. Today it is
different. If in need I would be forced by circumstances to buy a Japanese
tape deck, since no one else seems to make them anymore, — no matter.

The Japanese love the Japanese, period. Their markets are closed to German
products. Should a wealthy Japanese person decide to buy an Audi, he will
have to pay twice what the car costs in let´s say, Sweden. The import duties
on all German products are prohibitive. The Japanese betrayed us Germans in
WWII grievously by dragging us into a war against the US and by never
helping us in our life-death struggle against the Soviets.

After the war, they stole us blind. I am certain that this did not happen by
itself. That other hidden and dark powers helped them is certain. But that
does not alter the fact that the Japanese based the following industries on
stolen German patents and designs, to whit ALL their industrial
1. The motorcycle industry,
2. The optical industry,
3. The industrial loom and sewing machine industries,
4. Large parts of the automobile industries,
5. The home electronics industry.
6. The piano industry.

Who knows what else, but those ought to suffice!

The motorcycle industries

Honda stole the patents and the design of the NSU Supermax, one of the
worlds leading motorcycle designs of the middle 1950´s. This theft formed
the basis of the entire Honda Empire as we know it today. Yamaha stole the
German 2-stroke technology of the `Ilo 250cc Twin´, the `Adler SB-250 twin´,
the `DKW RT-125 and the magnificent `DKW RT-350 twin´ lock, stock and
barrel! They were enthusiastically joined by Suzuki who as late as the
1980´s stole MZ technology for their racing bikes. MZ was the DKW of the
communist controlled part of Germany. Whether Kawasaki partook of this
German treasure trove of technology I am not sure, but knowing the Japanese,
they no doubt did.

The Optical Industry

The Japanese didn’t even know how to spell `camera´ until they stole their
first Agfa. German cameras, micro cameras (as in James Bond type stuff) film
development, color film development, optical lenses, optical mirrors, any
and all things optical were forever world leading. They were the envy of the
globe, no doubt. All robbed by the slant-eyed thieves. How this was possible
is something which must be uncovered by someone else. I neither have the
knowledge, nor do I have the patience, but I do know perfidy when I see it
and THIS is it!

Industrial Looms and Sewing Machines

Germany was world leading in the development and production of artificial
materials such as nylon, dralon and plastics in general.
Concurrently they developed industrial looms which were able to weave huge
swaths of these `artificial´ materials. The USA also were instrumental in
the development of these giant looms. Enter the Japanese.

Without saying as much as `Thank you´ they stole the technology to build
such looms and began producing their own. Admittedly, their product was
up-dated (with computer technology, another German first!), but the idea was
never theirs. Ditto the industrial sewing machines. German sewing machine
producers read like a `Who is who in world industry of the 20th.Century.´
Names like Pfaff, Zündapp, Dürkopp, Victoria and Triumph-Nürnberg resonate
to this day amongst the knowledgeable. What is left in Germany today is
Dürkopp, building industrial sewing machines which despite their expense are
a success on the international market place.

Automobile Industry.

Initially the Japanese automobile industry consisted of 1920´s British
technology. I have examined the 1958 Toyopet and can state without fear of
contradiction, that there has never been a car so primitive, so pathetic so
pitiful anywhere. To add insult to injury, it was ancient-age British
technology the Japanese had used to build this pitiful Nipmobile.

But whatever they stole from the British is of no concern to me. Hell, they
could have stolen the whole island and dumped it into the China Sea, for all
I care. Subaru started by copying the German Goggomobil. The difference was,
they reduced the engine to 360cc (for Japanese road-tax reasons) and added
their own styling touches, which were less than uplifting. Their first
attempt at a larger car was the 4-wheel drive Subaru of 1973. For this they
stole the production plans for the Borgward Arabella of 1959. This car had
been a little jewel, even though it was initially flawed with minor problems
(such as rear view mirrors which vibrated and such). When Borgward closed
its doors (under very mysterious circumstances) in 1963, their designs were
apparently fair game for anyone and Subaru benefited hugely from this. The
mechanicals of every Subaru since are based on the Borgward Arabella design
of 1959.

Other manufacturers (Toyota and Nissan), bought every German luxury car,
took them apart and copied whatever they could – Mercedes, Audi, Porsche,
BMW – they all fathered the Japanese luxury car industry. Buy anything
Japanese? Not I, and those who do are not thinking, for if Japan at least
would open their market in a fair manner, well maybe——. But as it is, I
would not buy anything made by these slant-eyes thieves, for they are
exactly that.

Home Electronics

This subject is so huge, I will only state a few facts and leave it at that.
The Japanese didn’t know how to spell `radio´ until they stole their first
Grundig in the middle fifties. Germany´s home electronics industry was
stupendous, there is no other word. The Japanese bought every German stereo
set, every turntable, every loud speaker, every tape deck, every type of
recording tape, every refrigerator, every washing machine, every television
set, every spark plug, every type of electric lighting.
They bought every automotive and motorcycle ignition system, took these
things apart, studied them, copied them and over night overwhelmed the
international markets with `their´ products. The Japanese government
encouraged this and gave massive tax breaks to companies just starting up.
When one of them faltered, the government saw to it, that another Japanese
concern would take over. That their entire industry was based on stolen
patents and on the brain power of the German nation was studiously ignored
by the international watch dogs, who had the case been reversed would have
nuked Germany. Buy a Japanese stereo? You must be kidding. There are others
on the market by nations which did not steal from us.

As an aside as it regards Japanese products, I must exclude their pianos
from my condemnation, for it was in the 1920´s that due to the forward
thinking of Prince Hirohito, Japanese craftsmen were sent to Germany to
study and learn the technique of building pianos. In short, in that case
they stole nothing, but rather they learned legitimately and eventually made
their country proud with their excellent work ethic and productivity.

Why I could Not buy a French or an English Car.

Since King Louis the 14th. –the Sun King– France has attacked Germany in
excess of 30 times. In all of history there has not been a single case of
Germany declaring war on France first. It has always been France which has
declared war with the intentions of stealing German territory.

These acts of military aggression occurred in excess of 30 (!!) times. It
was France´s Napoleon Bonaparte who with the help of corrupted German
princes, dukes and minor kings, supplied his army with tens of thousands of
German conscripts who died a miserable death in Russia in 1812. It was
France´s Napoleon the 3rd. who in 1870 declared war on Prussia with the
intention of stealing the territories west of the Rhine, only to be
ignominiously defeated at the battle of Sedan.

Their blind hatred against us German knew no bounds thereafter, even though
the peace treaty had been one of the most benign ever imposed by a
victorious nation, a nation which had been attacked, consequently they would
have had the right to be far more stringent. The entire world applauded
Prussia´s victory and the congratulatory telegrams from London, Washington
DC and Moscow poured into Berlin by the thousands.

But Germany´s unprecedented rise to international, prominence and prestige
gave rise to dark thoughts in London and Paris. An article appeared in 1895
(!) in the British newspaper, The Saturday Evening Post, whose headline
read –`Germany must be destroyed´. What happened afterward is simple. The
British Empire, the French Empire, Serbia and the Russian Empire conspired
against Germany to destroy her. I am not going to go into any of the
diplomatic perfidies here for this would be far too tedious, but when I say,
that indeed a conspiracy was hatched to destroy Germany, it is in fact borne
out by thousands of diplomatic documents starting at about the year 1900.

To get to the bottom line, France and England plundered and raped Germany
starting in 1919, after their victory, which in itself was achieved by the
most heinous perfidy, not by bravery much less any military superiority. It
was not enough to plunder us who were helpless – they starved about one
million Germans by a blockade AFTER the war. France and Britain conspired
again during the 1920´s to destroy Germany totally should she rise again.
During WWII (a war declared on Germany by France, the UK and World Jewry)
France experienced the possibly most benign occupation in history, only to
thank us Germans for our fairness by helping to murder over a million German
prisoners in Eisenhower´s death camps AFTER the war.

In addition they helped to re-write history again, this time even more
anti-German than in 1915, history books filled with falsehoods so heinous,
as to make them quasi impossible to believe for any thinking human being.
The British air war against Germany is replete with massive war crimes
committed in the name of democracy and it staggers the imagination how it is
possible that most people still don´t see.

Today, in order to keep German genius from overtaking the international
market place with their own aircraft designs, we Germans have been reduced
to playing second fiddle at Airbus (surely one of the reasons for their
dismal `380´ failure). Never in history has a nation produced so many
airplane-design geniuses than we Germans, never (!) and yet we play second
fiddle to the French and the British in this field. This is clearly

Today in British schools German-hatred is being taught on a regular basis.
At every conceivable opportunity we are vilified and grievously insulted.
The French record is not much better. An English lady, 32 years old, married
with three children, once e-mailed me and told me how she had learned to
hate everything German with a passion – in school (!) until she and her
husband met German tourists in London. They hit it off right away and she
was amazed how `nice´ they were. Since these German had been the very
opposite of that which she and her husband had been taught in school (!)
they decided to do some research and voila! – all German hatred disappeared
from their lives and rather than vilifying, she apologized for her nations
unscrupulous perfidy and dishonesty. Ahh, there is light at the end of he
tunnel, but buy one of their cars? No, I don´t think so.

What´s Left?

Well, what is left is – Korean products.

  • Korea has not stolen from Germany.
  • Korea has not vilified Germany.
  • Korea has not attempted to bomb us into the stone age.
  • Korea does not spread anti-German hatred in their schools.
  • Korea does not spread anti-German hatred in their newspapers.
  • Koreans do not blindly hate us. Koreans are not consumed with jealousy due
    to our accomplishments, au contraire – they admire us!
  • Koreans have never had a plan to annihilate Germany, England has – it was
    called the `Lindemann Plan´ and the USA have had two (!) they were called
    the `Morgenthau Plan´ and the `Kaufmann Plan´.
  • Korean newspapers did not celebrate such mass-murder genocidal plans as
    did America´s Time magazine and the Financial Times of London.
  • Koreans have not stolen German territory.
  • Koreans have not mass-murdered our population.
  • Koreans have not tortured German soldiers to death.
  • Koreans have not framed German military men in order to execute them after
    mock trials which shamed anyone who has had a sense of basic decency.
  • Koreans have not declared war on us time and again – only to then turn the
    history books upside down.
  • Koreans have not had a hand in the incessant vilification of my nation.
  • Koreans have not created `independent´ nations carved from our territory
    while we were helpless.
  • Koreans have not insulted us in out football stadiums the way the English
  • Koreans have not stolen the World Cup from us, as the English did in 1966
    with the help of a terrorized linesman who did not dare make the right call
    for fear of his life. If I were a German athlete, I would refuse to
    participate in any event held at Wimbledon Stadium, where this infamous deed
    was done, to the hypocritical applause of the British Football Association,
    those disgraceful thieves.
  • Koreans did not steal two Gold Medals in the Olympic Games from us as the
    English and Americans did in Athens.
  • Koreans were the best behaved, the most civilized football fans during the
    recent World Cup, the English were disgusting, brutal and hostile.
  • Koreans left the stands and the German clean-up services had nary a paper
    cup to pick up, the English left a trash heap in Cologne (before a game!)
    unequalled in sporting history. This British trash heap included human
    feces and pools of urine.
  • Koreans did not taunt the German police as `Nazi Pigs´ as the English
    soccer hoodlums did in Berlin during the last World Cup.
  • Korean products are world class, unlike those of Britain which have
    suffered from poor workmanship for many decades.
  • Korean cars have come of age and easily equal the best from Europe or
  • Korean work ethic is the equal of the German one and a damned sight better
    in many cases.
  • Korean social responsibility is fabulous, admirable and should be a model
    for the entire west.
  • Korean workers who work for Kia or Hyundai would not think of driving any
    other make of car.
  • Korean workers who work for Samsung would not either!
  • Korean factories are famed for their social programs and sense of
    responsibility toward their work force, whereas the European manufacturers
    are headed by corrupted scum who collect multi-millions of Euros in
    salaries, while firing tens of thousand of workers.
  • Korean industries do not outsource their jobs, thereby causing lack of
    work, homelessness and despair amongst their own.

That is why I buy Korean and feel good about it.


Author: Gerry frederics
Edited and corrected by k0nsl

Dated: March 2007

HIMMLER MURDERED??? Interview with author Joseph BELLINGER


INTERVIEWER: Hello, Mr. Bellinger, may we commence with the most typical question possible: could you please introduce yourself swiftly to our readership?

Certainly. I am an American freelance writer, investigative reporter and independent researcher. I am a relative newcomer to historical revisionism.  I have written as a free lance journalist for various independent newspapers and book publishers here in the States, followed by on-line publication of historical revisionist material.  Much of my earlier work in this field was written under various pseudonyms.  I do, however, have one unpublished manuscript relating to theology and another unfinished manuscript dealing with Nürnberg.

INTERVIEWER: You have recently published your book ‘Himmlers Tod: Freitod oder Mord?’ at Arndt Publishing, which quickly became controversial. As we have seen it is the result of a long search. How were you driven to this rather peculiar subject? Will it remain a legal book in Germany?

The Himmler book was based almost entirely upon a set of coincidental circumstances, in that, while browsing through photographs of the Reichsführer’s corpse some ten years ago, I noticed irregularities which appeared to be inconsistent with the published accounts of his death.   I then compared these photos with those of Hermann Göring and also with other victims of cyanide poisoning which I examined in various forensic textbooks and the differences seemed rather startling.   At that time I did not regard this preliminary inquiry to be conclusive evidence by any means, but I suspected that I might be on to something and decided to take the research to the next level.    At this point I still had no definite plans to write a book on the subject, but decided to go on a ‘fishing expedition’ and see what might come out of it.  The research was still in the most elementary stages, but over time the convergence of evidence finally paid off and convinced me that Himmler’s death, along with other high-ranking officials in the Third Reich, was the result of a deliberate decision to assassinate him within hours of capture and identification, and that the trail of responsibility led directly back to the SOE [Special Operations Executive], the PWE [Political Warfare Executive], and 10 Downing Street.

By 1996 I had assembled a dossier full of information all relating to Himmler’s alleged ‘suicide’ and had established written contact with sources in Germany and England who provided me with further information.  On or about the same time, I wrote to David Irving and set my thesis out for his consideration, and he replied in a positive vein, and there the matter remained until one day I received an invitation from David Irving to speak on the subject of Himmler’s death at the first “Real History Conference” in Cincinnati, Ohio, which led to the signing of an interim, provisionary agreement to author a book detailing the true circumstances of Himmler’s death.

The timing couldn’t have been more fortuitous, because by the time I set out to write a complete manuscript, new files pertaining to Himmler’s capture and death had just been released by the archives in England and the United States and I availed myself of this material in the creation of the manuscript.  Thus, I completed the original manuscript within one year of being commissioned to write it, but as circumstances turned out, Mr. Irving did not fulfill his promise to edit or publish and the book entered into a stage of limbo, although I continued to update the material from time to time with newly released information.  A subsequent publisher in America indicated some interest in publishing the book but those plans also fell through.  Finally, I was contacted by the good people at Arndt Publishing in Germany, who indicated that they were interested in publishing my manuscript.  Once again, the timing could not have been more perfect, because by then additional information of a most remarkable nature had been released or published revealing more details of the curious circumstances of Heinrich Himmler’s death, and all the most updated information up until July 2005 was appended to the manuscript.  This information included details of interviews with participants or characters in the drama which had hitherto been unpublished. These witnesses were unavailable to other researchers simply due to the fact that they had since died.  Finally, the book had to be translated into German, and this assignment was undertaken by the remarkably gifted Mr. Jürgen Graf, whom I assisted as best I could whenever a question arose as to American or British idiomatic expressions.  Assembling rare and unique photographs completed our work and the rest is history, as they say.  As to whether the book will remain legal in Germany, I see no reason why it would not be.

INTERVIEWER: The official version that the captured Reichsführer SS only spent 15 minutes in captivity before breaking a cyanide capsule has indeed large discrepancies. Could you name us just a few anomalies? Doesn’t this bring us too much near the fictional what-if scenario’s, given the little evidence after 60 years, or am I wrong?

In actuality, the Reichsführer spent an entire day and night in captivity before finally arriving at the decision to turn himself in to the British at the holding camp at Westertimke.  However, [after being handed over to the custody of Colonel Michael Murphy], within 15 minutes of his arrival at 31a Uelzenerstrasse, Lüneburg,  for ‘interrogation,’ the Reichsführer was dead.  We must bear in mind that we are not talking about just one murder here, but two, and possibly more, for just days before the Reichsführer passed into eternity, another high ranking SS General and associate of Heinrich Himmler’s met a similar fate at the hands of the same interrogators who ‘processed’ the Reichsführer-SS.  The man I am referring to is SS General and Werwolf commander Adolf Prützmann, who was likewise said to have committed ‘suicide’ by swallowing a cyanide capsule hidden in a cigarette lighter! Prützmann had been travelling in the company of the Reichsführer-SS and the rest of his retinue, and had been sent ahead on a ‘scouting expedition’ during the course of which he was captured and dispatched to 31a Ulezenerstrasse for ‘processing and interrogation.’

This is perhaps the most significant anomaly to speak of, if we exclude the rather preposterous claim that Himmler had concealed in his tooth or sulcus [the accounts and descriptions vary], a cyanide capsule which he bit into in an attempt to elude justice.  Further anomalies abound throughout the story.  Although all the allied accounts insist that not a hair on Himmler’s head was harmed during the course of his 15 minute ‘processing,’ the facts as I uncovered them reveal a much different and sinister story – that Himmler was in fact brutally mishandled before his death.  Thus, the idea that there is somehow a paucity of facts which prove Himmler was murdered is untenable. In fact, just the opposite is true – all the most updated information conclusively shows that Himmler was murdered, which deflates the entire proposition which would relegate the circumstances of his death to the ‘fictional what-if-scenario.’  The extra judicial killing of Heinrich Himmler was a crime, and as is the case with all crimes or unsolved mysteries, the discovery of new and relevant facts are enough to reopen a legitimate enquiry which may ultimately reveal the true chain of events which establish the fact of murder, along with the motive.  In Himmler’s case we finally have both murder and motive clearly established.  For example, I might cite Mark Furhman’s excellent book, “Murder in Greenwich” as a point in fact.  Furhman’s fine investigative reporting led to the arrest and conviction of Michael Skakel in a murder case which had eluded the police for more than twenty-five years!

INTERVIEWER: This brings us to another subject of debate on post-WW2: the leering Jewish murder squads who roamed around Western Germany until 1948. Is there any proof that the Himmler murder fits in with these murderous goons?

In this instance, no.  Presently there is no proof of any Jewish involvement in Heinrich Himmler’s assassination.  In fact, I owe a debt of gratitude to former Israeli President Chaim Herzog for his candid description of Himmler’s initial treatment at the hands of Colonel Michael Murphy.  At the time, Herzog was a young Captain serving in British intelligence who participated in the liberation of Belsen Concentration Camp and was later transferred for duty at the holding camp at Westertimke.  Mr. Herzog was present at the time Heinrich Himmler revealed his identity to the senior British officer at the camp.  As it turns out, Herzog’s account of what transpired is accorded respectful treatment in my book.  However, it needs to be pointed out that a number of men who accompanied Colonel Murphy in transporting Heinrich Himmler to Lüneburg have yet to be fully identified, and may have played a part in his mistreatment before his arrival at Uelzenerstrasse.

INTERVIEWER: Furthermore: what if Himmler were indeed murdered in May 1945 instead of at Nürnberg one year later: what would have been the difference? What were the British motivations? Is this the reason why Himmler was discharged from service, to be replaced by Wolff?

The difference here is that it was never intended that Himmler should be present in the dock at Nürnberg, if he should happen to fall into the hands of the British.  Prime Minister Churchill was the most outspoken and passionate advocate of eliminating men like Himmler within hours of capture and identification.  The rather ineffectual Ernst Kaltenbrunner was chosen as an ersatz substitute for the Reichsführer-SS.  Kaltenbrunner had recently undergone a ‘stroke’ after being mistreated by his British interrogators and cut a very poor figure on the witness stand.   In fact, a number of Nürnberg defendants were already deemed disgraced or insignificant men by the allies.  Thus, Hans Fritzsche was chosen as a substitute for Josef Goebbels, but Hermann Göring’s masterful, spirited and superb defense on the witness stand took the allies by complete surprise as they had seriously misjudged the man’s character, intelligence and determination.

The psychological warfare experts apparently thought that by ridding the world of Himmler and men like Prützmann, they would be fulfilling a necessary service for their American allies, who repeatedly expressed grave alarm over the prospect of carrying on a protracted partisan war with the feared ‘Werwolf Movement’.  The evidence and available documentation indicates that the PWE had determined upon a program of ‘re-educating’ / re-indoctrinating German society in combination with completely reorganizing Germany’s social and cultural milieu, and to most effectively achieve that end, deemed it expedient to create a ‘reverse stab-in-the-back’ legend which would lay the blame for Germany’s defeat solely on ‘cowardly’ men like Himmler and Prützmann, who would be saddled by allied propagandists with ‘leaving their men in the lurch’ to answer for all their alleged crimes.  This strategy was in striking contrast to the claims circulated in post-World War I Germany that Jews were responsible for ‘stabbing Germany in the back’ and subsequently establishing a ‘traitor republic’ dominated by leftists and Marxists of various persuasions.

In response to your question concerning General Wolff, there seems to be a bit of confusion here.  Himmler was relieved of all his offices by Adolf Hitler based upon misleading information he had received in regard to Himmler’s alleged ‘peace negotiations’ with the British.  In fact, Himmler was cleverly manipulated and used as a pawn in the masterful British plan to drive a wedge between the SS and the German Army.  This was part of Sefton Delmer’s game, and he was a brilliant propagandist.  One must give credit where credit is due.  In Martin Allen’s book, which has recently attracted so much attention, the claim is made that Himmler was killed because his negotiations with the British was an embarrassment to them, and that they sought to prevent their American allies from learning of their behind the scenes machinations.  With all due respect to Mr Allen, the theory is unconvincing and not in accord with the true facts, for the Americans themselves had been negotiating with Himmler’s emissaries for years through Allen Dulles in Switzerland and Italy.  Himmler, in fact, had opposed General Wolff’s peace overtures to the allies and ordered him to report to Hitler in person.  Himmler was astonished to learn from Wolff that Hitler had given his unofficial blessing to his initiatives as long as it would somehow benefit German interests.  Himmler was replaced as RF-SS by Karl Hanke, who was later killed by the Czechs in July 1945.

INTERVIEWER: However apart from the controversial matter whether Himmler was murdered or not, we see an analogous book by Martin Allen shred to pieces, because some archive dossiers were alleged fakes. Is this plausible? How does this coincide with your work?

I have already addressed Mr. Allen’s thesis to a certain extent above, but the forgery business deserves special comment.  Although critics are careful in how they say it, the implication being made to date is that Mr. Allen is suspected of forgery in the matter of the newly surfaced documents which definitely prove that Himmler was murdered by order of the highest authorities in the British government in 1945.  Although Mr. Allen’s thesis as to the motive behind Himmler’s murder is untenable in my opinion, we certainly agree on the fact that a homicide was committed.  To date, Mr. Allen has yet to withdraw his book from the market, opting to wait and see when or if the authorities at Kew will ever get around to naming or charging the culprit they suspect of planting spurious documents relating to Himmler’s death at the Public Records Office.  Personally speaking, I think this is a wise decision on the part of Mr. Allen, simply because there is no intelligent reason as to ‘why’ the culprit should not be positively identified and charged.  The officials at the PRO are professionals and keep meticulous records as to who visits the archives as well as which documents are requested for perusal.  If it should turn out that no culprit is publicly identified and charged, this would be sufficient cause for further investigation and perhaps a complete reassessment as to the authenticity of the documents in question.  However, I did not initially rely on these particular documents to prove my case, seeing that they were just released recently, but I did have time to include them in the manuscript at the very last moment, along with a proviso attached, until this matter is conclusively settled once and for all.

INTERVIEWER: ‘Small H’ as the Allied conquerors called him, once a mighty man, then subject to investigation and torture, no longer a mighty intellectual, but a skinny body, the brain removed and his genitalia mordicus exposed. Do you have any sympathy or empathy for the subject of your book, or even his fate?

In spite of his extensive and widely feared power and authority, Heinrich Himmler’s life and death assumes tragic dimensions for multiple reasons too complex to address in this interview.  The unjust persecution of Himmler’s family by the allies after the war struck me as particularly cruel and malevolent, and this is a subject to which I devote considerable space at the conclusion of my book.  Himmler’s death was a poorly concealed crime waiting to be solved – an act of assassination which clamoured for exposure from beyond the grave.  If I had not broken the taboo of silence, someone else would have; it was only a matter of time.  In presenting a human face to all the participants in this drama, I have sought to humanize them instead of treating the characters as one dimensional figures cut in stone, much like the gargoyles of Victor Hugo’s “Hunchback of  Notre Dame.”  In essence, “Himmler’s Tod” is in essence as much a human-interest story as it is a crime drama and responsible historical reporting.

INTERVIEWER: Are you active in any of the revisionist outlets, since we previously saw your name smeared by Nizkor? How do you view the future of revisionism evolving with the mass repression of state and synagogue?

Those who deem it necessary to resort to smear betray a fundamental weakness and defect in one’s character, an insecurity and lack of confidence in one’s ability to intelligently defend one’s own position.  Smear is the weak man’s palliative.  It is a puerile form of emotional catharsis but an extremely poor substitute for rational, reasonable dialogue and debate.

Historical revisionism, on the other hand, is a legitimate field of scholarly inquiry and should not be limited to select groups or individuals who happen to support a particular interpretation or point of view.  The door to open inquiry and discussion should always be an option, and no human being should be made to fear for his or her future simply because their conclusions might happen to differ from the mainstream.  Today the ‘uniqueness of the Holocaust’ appears to have digressed from its role as an historical event to the point where its only ‘unique’ attribute consists in the fact that it is the ‘only’ field of historical inquiry, which has rudely slammed the door shut on anything other than repetitive mainstream asseverations.  Thus, in many respects, the Holocaust appears to have now transcended the area of purely human inquiry and entered into the realm of the theological or arcane in nature, in which only the ‘initiated’ are accorded the ‘privilege’ of expressing their opinion.  It is the only historical event, which has required special punitive laws to punish and prosecute those who, like Savonarola, should dare to express an opinion contrary to the accepted regimen.  It is the only field of historical enquiry which can wreck lives, ruin careers, and tear families apart.  Thus, there is something intrinsically antidemocratic and vindictive in the present ‘uniqueness’ which the Holocaust has unfortunately come to represent, academically speaking.

INTERVIEWER: What are your future projects?

In the near future I suspect I shall be somewhat occupied promoting the Himmler book and hopefully arranging for editions to be published in other countries and languages, but insofar as the distant future is concerned, I do indeed hold on reserve a number of projects for which I am hoping to interest a suitable publisher.

INTERVIEWER: Any closing remarks to our audience?

Simply to wish your readers the very best, and encourage them to hold dear their individual freedoms and to insist upon, uphold and defend our basic human right to responsible freedom of expression without fear of persecution.

INTERVIEWER: Thanks for the occasion of interviewing you! We wish you all the best with this book!


If there are any grammatical mistakes in the following interview you can blame me for them as I edited it — any mistakes can be reported to me via i.am@k0nsl.org.