Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler
Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler
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another building in spite of my experience. In this decision I was reinforced <strong>by</strong> Poverty which,<br />
a few weeks later, after I had spent what little I had saved from my wages. enfolded me in her<br />
heartless arms. I had to go back whether I wanted to or not. The same old story began anew<br />
and ended very much the same as the first time.<br />
I wrestled with my innermost soul: are these people human, worthy to belong to a great<br />
nation?<br />
A painful question; for if it is answered in the affirmative, the struggle for my nationality<br />
really ceases to be worth the hardships and sacrifices which the best of us have to make for<br />
the sake of such scum; and if it is answered in the negative, our nation is pitifully poor in<br />
human beings.<br />
On such days of reflection and cogitation, I pondered with anxious concern on the masses of<br />
those no longer belonging to their people and saw them swelling to the proportions of a<br />
menacing army.<br />
With what changed feeling I now gazed at the endless columns of a mass demonstration of<br />
Viennese workers that took place one day as they marched past four abreast! For neatly two<br />
hours I stood there watching with bated breath the gigantic human dragon slowly winding<br />
<strong>by</strong>. In oppressed anxiety, I finally left the place and sauntered homeward. In a tobacco shop<br />
on the way I saw the Arbeiter-Zeitung, the central organ of the old Austrian Social<br />
Democracy. It was available in a cheap people's cafe, to which I often went to read<br />
newspapers; but up to that time I had not been able to bring myself to spend more than two<br />
minutes on the miserable sheet, whose whole tone affected me like moral vitriol. Depressed<br />
<strong>by</strong> the demonstration, I was driven on <strong>by</strong> an inner voice to buy the sheet and read it<br />
carefully. That evening I did so, fighting down the fury that rose up in me from time to time<br />
at this concentrated solution of lies.<br />
More than any theoretical literature, my daily reading of the Social Democratic press enabled<br />
me to study the inner nature of these thought-processes.<br />
For what a difference between the glittering phrases about freedom, beauty, and dignity in<br />
the theoretical literature, the delusive welter of words seemingly expressing the most<br />
profound and laborious wisdom, the loathsome humanitarian morality- all this written with<br />
the incredible gall that comes with prophetic certainty-and the brutal daily press, shunning<br />
no villainy, employing every means of slander, lying with a virtuosity that would bend iron<br />
beams, all in the name of this gospel of a new humanity. The one is addressed to the<br />
simpletons of the middle, not to mention the upper, educated, 'classes,' the other to the<br />
masses.<br />
For me immersion in the literature and press of this doctrine and organization meant finding<br />
my way back to my own people.<br />
What had seemed to me an unbridgable gulf became the source of a greater love than ever<br />
before.<br />
Only a fool can behold the work of this villainous poisoner and still condemn the victim. The<br />
more independent I made myself in the next few years the clearer grew my perspective, hence<br />
my insight into the inner causes of the Social Democratic successes. I now understood the<br />
significance of the brutal demand that I read only Red papers, attend only Red meetings,<br />
read only Red books, etc. With plastic clarity I saw before my eyes the inevitable result of this<br />
doctrine of intolerance.<br />
The psyche of the great masses is not receptive to anything that is half-hearted and weak.<br />
Like the woman, whose psychic state is determined less <strong>by</strong> grounds of abstract reason than<br />
<strong>by</strong> an indefinable emotional longing for a force which will complement her nature, and who,<br />
consequently, would rather bow to a strong man than dominate a weakling, likewise the<br />
masses love a commander more than a petitioner and feel inwardly more satisfied <strong>by</strong> a<br />
doctrine, tolerating no other beside itself, than <strong>by</strong> the granting of liberalistic freedom with<br />
which, as a rule, they can do little, and are prone to feel that they have been abandoned.<br />
They are equally unaware of their shameless spiritual terrorization and the hideous abuse of