Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler
Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler
Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler
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immediately take the existing picture as a norm, and from it will derive all the individual<br />
items regarding these questions, assembled in the course of decades, submit them to the<br />
mind for examination and reconsideration, until the question is clarified or answered.<br />
Only this kind of reading has meaning and purpose.<br />
An orator, for example, who does not thus provide his intelligence with the necessary<br />
foundation will never be in a position cogently to defend his view in the face of opposition,<br />
though it may be a thousand times true or real. In every discussion his memory will<br />
treacherously leave him in the lurch; he will find neither grounds for reinforcing his own<br />
contentions nor any for confuting those of his adversary. If, as in the case of a speaker, it is<br />
only a question of making a fool of himself personally, it may not be so bad, but not so when<br />
Fate predestines such a know-it-all incompetent to be the leader of a state.<br />
Since my earliest youth I have endeavored to read in the correct way, and in this endeavor I<br />
have been most happily supported <strong>by</strong> my memory and intelligence. Viewed in this light, my<br />
Vienna period was especially fertile and valuable. The experiences of daily life provided<br />
stimulation for a constantly renewed study of the most varied problems. Thus at last I was in<br />
a position to bolster up reality <strong>by</strong> theory and test theory <strong>by</strong> reality, and was preserved from<br />
being stifled <strong>by</strong> theory or growing banal through reality.<br />
In this period the experience of daily life directed and stimulated me to the most thorough<br />
theoretical study of two questions in addition to the social question.<br />
Who knows when I would have immersed myself in the doctrines and essence of Marxism if<br />
that period had not literally thrust my nose into the problem!<br />
What I knew of Social Democracy in my youth was exceedingly little and very inaccurate.<br />
I was profoundly pleased that it should carry on the struggle for universal suffrage and the<br />
secret ballot. For even then my intelligence told me that this must help to weaken the<br />
Habsburg regime which I so hated. In the conviction that the Austrian Empire could never be<br />
preserved except <strong>by</strong> victimizing its Germans, but that even the price of a gradual Slavization<br />
of the German element <strong>by</strong> no means provided a guaranty of an empire really capable of<br />
survival, since the power of the Slavs to uphold the state must be estimated as exceedingly<br />
dubious, I welcomed every development which in my opinion would inevitably lead to the<br />
collapse of this impossible state which condemned ten million Germans to death. The more<br />
the linguistic Babel corroded and disorganized parliament, the closer drew the inevitable<br />
hour of the disintegration of this Ba<strong>by</strong>lonian Empire, and with it the hour of freedom for my<br />
German-Austrian people. Only in this way could the Anschluss with the old mother country<br />
be restored.<br />
Consequently, this activity of the Social Democracy was not displeasing to me. And the fact<br />
that it strove to improve the living conditions of the worker, as, in my innocence, I was still<br />
stupid enough to believe, likewise seemed to speak rather for it than against it. What most<br />
repelled me was its hostile attitude toward the struggle for the preservation of Germanism, its<br />
disgraceful courting of the Slavic 'comrade,' who accepted this declaration of love in so far as<br />
it was bound up with practical concessions, but otherwise maintained a lofty and arrogant<br />
reserve, thus giving the obtrusive beggars their deserved reward.<br />
Thus, at the age of seventeen the word 'Marxism' was as yet little known to me, while ' Social<br />
Democracy ' and socialism seemed to me identical concepts. Here again it required the fist of<br />
Fate to open my eyes to this unprecedented betrayal of the peoples.<br />
Up to that time I had known the Social Democratic Party only as an onlooker at a few mass<br />
demonstrations, without possessing even the slightest insight into the mentality of its<br />
adherents or the nature of its doctrine; but now, at one stroke, I came into contact with the<br />
products of its education and 'philosophy.' And in a few months I obtained what might