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Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler

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Really, I was somewhat taken aback. As I was now informed that the actual 'national<br />

chairman' had not yet arrived, I decided to wait with my declaration. This gentleman finally<br />

appeared. It was the same who had presided at the meeting in the Sterneckerbrau on the<br />

occasion of Feder's lecture<br />

Meanwhile, I had again become very curious, and waited expectantly for what was to come.<br />

Now at least I came to know the names of the individual gentlemen. The chairman of the<br />

'national organization' was a Herr Harrer, that of the Munich District, Anton Drexler.<br />

The minutes of the last meeting were read and the secretary was given a vote of confidence.<br />

Next came the treasury report- all in all the association possessed seven marks and fifty<br />

pfennigs -p; for which the treasurer received a vote of general confidence. This, too, was<br />

entered in the minutes. Then the first chairman read the answers to a letter from Kiel, one<br />

from Dusseldorf, and one from Berlin, and everyone expressed approval. Next a report was<br />

given on the incoming mail: a letter from Berlin, one from Dusseldorf and one from Kiel,<br />

whose arrival seemed to be received with great satisfaction. This growing correspondence was<br />

interpreted as the best and most visible sign of the spreading importance of the German<br />

Workers' Party, and then-then there was a long deliberation with regard to the answers to be<br />

made.<br />

Terrible, terrible! This was club life of the worst manner and sort. Was I to join this<br />

organization?<br />

Next, new memberships were discussed; in other words, my capture was taken up.<br />

I now began to ask questions-but, aside from a few directives, there was nothing, no<br />

program, no leaflet, no printed matter at all, no membership cards, not even a miserable<br />

rubber stamp, only obvious good faith and good intentions.<br />

I had stopped smiling, for what was this if not a typical sign of the complete helplessness and<br />

total despair of all existing parties, their programs, their purposes, and their activity? The<br />

thing that drove these few young people to activity that was outwardly so absurd was only<br />

the emanation of their inner voice, which more instinctively than consciously showed them<br />

that all parties up till then were suited neither for raising up the German nation nor for<br />

curing its inner wounds. I quickly read the typed 'directives' and in them I saw more seeking<br />

than knowledge. Much was vague or unclear, much was missing, but nothing was present<br />

which could not have passed as a sign of a struggling realization.<br />

I knew what these men felt: it was the longing for a new movement which should be more<br />

than a party in the previous sense of the wold.<br />

That evening when I returned to the barracks I had formed my judgment of this association.<br />

I was facing the hardest question of my life: should I join or should I decline?<br />

Reason could advise me only to decline, but my feeling left me no rest, and as often as I tried<br />

to remember the absurdity of this whole club, my feeling argued for it.<br />

I was restless in the days that followed.<br />

I began to ponder back and forth. I had long been resolved to engage in political activity; that<br />

this could be done only in a new movement was likewise clear to me, only the impetus to act<br />

had hitherto been lacking. I am not one of those people who begin something today and lay it<br />

down tomorrow, if possible taking up something else again. This very conviction among<br />

others was the main reason why it was so hard for me to make up my mind to join such a<br />

new organization. I knew that for me a decision would be for good, with no turning back. For<br />

me it was no passing game but grim earnest. Even then I had an instinctive revulsion toward<br />

men who start everything and never carry anything out These jacks-of-all-trades were<br />

loathsome to me. I regarded the activity of such people as worse than doing nothing.<br />

And this way of thinking constituted one of the main reasons why I could not make up my<br />

mind as easily as some others do to found a cause which either had to become everything or<br />

else would do better not to exist at all.<br />

Fate itself now seemed to give me a hint. I should never have gone into one of the existing<br />

large parties, and later on I shall go into the reasons for this more closely. This absurd little

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