Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler
Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler
Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler
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Yet we were able to open the meeting; and I began to speak. In the Hall of the Hofbräuhaus I<br />
stood always at the side, away from the entry and on top of a beer table. Therefore I was<br />
always right in the midst of the audience. Perhaps this circumstance was responsible for<br />
creating a certain feeling and a sense of agreement which I never found elsewhere.<br />
Before me, and especially towards my left, there were only opponents, seated or standing.<br />
They were mostly robust youths and men from the Maffei Factory, from Kustermann's, and<br />
from the factories on the Isar, etc. Along the right-hand wall of the hall they were thickly<br />
massed quite close to my table. They now began to order litre mugs of beer, one after the<br />
other, and to throw the empty mugs under the table. In this way whole batteries were<br />
collected. I should have been surprised had this meeting ended peacefully.<br />
In spite of all the interruptions, I was able to speak for about an hour and a half and I felt as<br />
if I were master of the situation. Even the ringleaders of the disturbers appeared to be<br />
convinced of this; for they steadily became more uneasy, often left the hall, returned and<br />
spoke to their men in an obviously nervous way.<br />
A small psychological error which I committed in replying to an interruption, and the mistake<br />
of which I myself was conscious the moment the words had left my mouth, gave the sign for<br />
the outbreak. There were a few furious outbursts and all in a moment a man jumped on a<br />
seat and shouted "Liberty". At that signal the champions of liberty began their work.<br />
In a few moments the hall was filled with a yelling and shrieking mob. Numerous beer-mugs<br />
flew like howitzers above their heads. Amid this uproar one heard the crash of chair legs, the<br />
crashing of mugs, groans and yells and screams.<br />
It was a mad spectacle. I stood where I was and could observe my boys doing their duty,<br />
every one of them. There I had the chance of seeing what a bourgeois meeting could be.<br />
The dance had hardly begun when my Storm Troops, as they were called from that day<br />
onwards, launched their attack. Like wolves they threw themselves on the enemy again and<br />
again in parties of eight or ten and began steadily to thrash them out of the hall. After five<br />
minutes I could see hardly one of them that was not streaming with blood. Then I realized<br />
what kind of men many of them were, above all my brave Maurice Hess, who is my private<br />
secretary today, and many others who, even though seriously wounded, attacked again and<br />
again as long as they could stand on their feet. Twenty minutes long the pandemonium<br />
continued. Then the opponents, who had numbered seven or eight hundred, had been driven<br />
from the hall or hurled out headlong <strong>by</strong> my men, who had not numbered fifty. Only in the left<br />
corner a big crowd still stood out against our men and put up a bitter fight. Then two pistol<br />
shots rang out from the entrance to the hall in the direction of the platform and now a wild<br />
din of shooting broke out from all sides. One's heart almost rejoiced at this spectacle which<br />
recalled memories of the War.<br />
At that moment it was not possible to identify the person who had fired the shots. But at any<br />
rate I could see that my boys renewed the attack with increased fury until finally the last<br />
disturbers were overcome and flung out of the hall.<br />
About twenty-five minutes had passed since it all began. The hall looked as if a bomb had<br />
exploded there. Many of my comrades had to be bandaged and others taken away. But we<br />
remained masters of the situation. Hermann Essen, who was chairman of the meeting,<br />
announced: "The meeting will continue. The speaker shall proceed." So I went on with my<br />
speech.<br />
When we ourselves declared the meeting at an end an excited police officer rushed in, waved<br />
his hands and declared: "The meeting is dissolved."<br />
Without wishing to do so I had to laugh at this example of the law's delay. It was real police<br />
pompousness. The smaller they are the greater they must always try to appear.<br />
That evening we learned a real lesson. And our adversaries never forgot the lesson they had<br />
received.<br />
Up to the autumn of 1923 the Münchener post did not again mention the clenched fists of<br />
the Proletariat.