I had a great conversation with Adolf Hitler a few days ago. We yukked it up for hours. Neat guy. Maligned by history…but who isn’t, that is on the wrong side of biased chronicles. He and Eva had me over for lunch and afterwards we had a chance to clear up a few things that had been bothering me about his legacy. Eva is a sweetheart to be sure. A real…I dunno…compassionate, thoughtful woman. And Adolf himself, although with my HS German and his thick Austrian accent it made it a bit difficult communicating effectively, is one hell of a conversationalist. But that’s as may be.
I wasn’t really surprised by much that he said…but impressed nonetheless. The eloquence with which he expressed his thoughts rather took me aback and made me feel wholly inadequate in my knowledge of pre-WWII Europe. My few interruptions of the afternoon…sneaking outside for a smoke a couple times(Adolph abhors smoking)…were filled with trying to quickly absorb what I had just heard and marshaling the next few questions that I planned to ask. All-in-all…a delightful afternoon. I mentioned an old friend to him, now passed-on, that had told me of meeting him, when this man was but a child in Adolph’s Hitlerjungend. He of course couldn’t remember one little boy out of hundreds and thousands that he had met…but he reveled in the general memories of the German National youth groups. He loved children, and bemoaned the lack of a family of his own. It was one of his many regrets. His underestimation of jewish influence in the halls of governance in both England and America seemed to bother him more than anything. “Contrary to now-popular belief, Germany had no plans to rule the world”, he said at one point with a sly grin and a bit of a sparkle in his eye.
“I am interested in your OWS movement, young man” (I loved the “young man” part). He pointed out that the time would soon be upon those like me, to start connecting dots for these protestors. It was our duty, he said to point out that all they protest against are the same manifestations of the infestation of talmudic thought that once gripped his country. “Materialism, money-changing and decadence…all hidden in an “occupied” media under their control…” were hallmarks of organized jewry, he pointed out. He likened this behaviour, not as a conspiracy, but to children left alone in a candy shop. It would only be a matter of time before the modern Amerikan would make these connections, he foresaw. “Do your best to help them”, but he cautioned…”never underestimate their power”.
When I pressed he and Eva on the issue of the ‘holocaust’, as it is now known, there were few surprises in their response. “Nonsense…pure and simple”, he stated. “There were no plans to annihilate anyone, and certainly not that whining tribe”. “We put them in work camps in an effort to remove their rallying influence, while trying to negotiate deportation of the group as a whole”, he said. “Not too smart a move, as it turns out”. Eva chimed in…”probably the worst of many errors made in that time”. “But they seemed such a rag-tag group, with no real leadership among them, that is was difficult to pin them down to what exactly they DID want…short of staying in our beloved homeland”, she added. “We as a country paid the price of that misjudgement”, Adolf said. “For that error…I shall never forgive myself.” “Modern Germany has our sympathies and our contrition” they both agreed. When I pressed them on the report of having died of suicide in a bunker, they both said: “In your modern vernacular…If only”. No, they had both been spirited away according to plans and had both lived long regret-filled lives in South America. “We watched our beloved country suffer the consequences of our good intentions far beyond that which we would have wished to”, added Eva.
The afternoon ended as pleasantly as it began. There was well-wishing all around…and I felt…I dunno….warmed by the experience of confirming what I already suspected. That as this charming couple had imparted, there is little room in politics for honesty…then, now or ever. And that it is never rewarded by posterity. A simple wish to lead a populace in the right direction with a solid foundation of simple,yet noble values is near impossible. This has been proven time and time again throughout our history as a species. But is was never so graphically demonstrated as in the legacy of Hitler’s Germany. Eloquence and perseverance aren’t always enough to lead a people to their highest aspirations. It usually must come from a movement below the radar. From the true grass roots of a nation. Beyond politics…on the concrete.
I often speak with those that have passed on. It isn’t difficult. All that is required is insight and imagination. Letting go of preconceived notions of what others thought of these people…they will speak to you. From your Great Aunt Helen to Charlemagne, they are there for you to know. There for you to feel. There for you. To live again, ever so briefly. Talk to them. They are waiting.