As I was once strolling through the inner city [of Vienna], I suddenly happened upon an apparition in a long caftan with
black hair locks.
Is this a Jew? was my first thought.
They surely didn’t look like that in Linz. I observed the man stealthily and cautiously. But the longer I stared at this alien
face, examining it feature for feature, the more my first question was transformed into a new conception:
Is this a German?
As always in such cases I began to try to remove my doubts with books. For a few hellers I purchased the first
antisemitic brochures of my life. Unfortunately, they all proceeded from the standpoint that in principle the reader was
conversant with or even understood the Jewish question to a certain degree. Moreover, their tone was in most cases
sufficient to recreate doubts in me, particularly because of the shallow and extraordinarily unscientific support for their
I had a relapse for weeks, on one occasion for months.
The matter seemed so monstrous, the indictment so immoderate, that, tortured by the fear of doing an injustice, I again
became anxious and uncertain.
But, certainly, I could no longer be in doubt that it did not concern Germans of a peculiar religion but rather a people in
itself. For since I had begun to concern myself with these questions and become aware of the Jews, Vienna appeared to
me in a different light than previously. Wherever I went, I now saw Jews, and the more I saw, the more sharply they were
distinguished from other men in my eyes. Especially the inner city and the areas north of the Danube Canal swarmed
with a people who even externally no longer bore a similarity to Germans.
However, if I still had doubts, these hesitations were finally removed by the position of a segment of the Jews themselves.
A great movement among them, which was quite extensive in Vienna, came out most emphatically for the confirmation of
the racial character of Judaism: Zionism.
It might look as though only a section of Jews approved this position and that the great majority condemned such an
affirmation, indeed inwardly rejected it. But upon closer examination this appearance dissolved in an evil vapor
composed of pure expedience and pretext, not to say lies. For the so-called Jewry of liberal disposition did not reject the
Zionists as non- Jews, but only as Jews of an impractical stamp, whose public confession of their Jewishness might even
In their inter-relatedness nothing had changed.
In a short time this phoney struggle between Zionistic and liberal Jews nauseated me. It was thoroughly false, based on
lies, and little in keeping with the always asserted moral superiority and purity of this people.
The cleanliness of this people, moral and otherwise, is a point in itself. Just looking at their exteriors, even with your
eyes closed, you can tell they are not lovers of water. Later the odor of these caftan wearers often sickened me. Added
to this were their unclean clothes and less than heroic appearance.
All this is far from appealing. But you must be even more offended when you look beyond the physical uncleanliness to
discover the moral stains upon the Chosen People.
Nothing affected me in so short a time as the slowly mounting insight into the kind of activity carried on by Jews in
Was there any kind of filth or brazenness, particularly in cultural life, in which there was not at least one Jew
As soon as you cautiously cut into such an abscess, you would find, like a maggot in a rotting body, blinded by the
sudden light, a little Yid!
Jewry had much to answer for in my eyes when I got to know its activity in the press, art, literature, and the theater. All
their unctuous reassurances were no longer of any use. It was sufficient to observe a billboard, to study the names of
the intellectual producers of the horrible trash they advertised for the movies and theater, to become hardened for a
long time. This was the pestilence, intellectual pestilence, far worse than the Black Death of long ago, with which the
people were being infected. And in what quantities was this poison being produced! Naturally, the lower the intellectual
and moral level of such art fabricators, the greater his fertility until the rogue like a garbage sorter splashes his filth in
the face of humanity. Just think, for every Goethe, Nature can easily come up with ten thousand such polluters of the
environment, who now poison the soul like germ carriers of the worst sort.
It was horrifying, but undeniable, that just the Jew in abundant numbers seemed chosen by Nature for this shameful
Is this the chosenness of the Jews?...
I now began to examine my beloved “world press” from this viewpoint.
The more fundamentally I probed the object of my erstwhile admiration, the more it withered. Its style became ever more
unbearable. The content I had to reject as inwardly corrupt and superficial. The objectivity of the reporting seemed to
me now to partake more of lying than the honest truth. Ah, but the authors were—Jews.
Thousands of things I had scarcely noticed before now appeared noteworthy to me; other things that I had thought
about I now learned to grasp and understand.
I now saw the liberal slant of this press in a different light. Its aristocratic tone in the answering of attacks as well as their
condemnation to silence were revealed to me now as clever and shabby tricks. Encomiastic theater criticism was always
reserved for Jewish authors, and their rejections never fell upon any but the Germans. In the needling of Wilhelm II could
be discerned the constancy of its methods, exactly in the same way as the commendation of French culture and
civilization. The kitschy contents of the novellas now became unacceptable [to me], and in their language I detected the
sounds of an alien people. However, the sense of the whole was so inimical to Germandom that it could only have been
But in whose interest was this?
Was it all an accident?
Gradually, I became unsure.
However, the process was accelerated by insights which I gained in a series of other events. I refer to the general
conception of ethics and morals, as openly exhibited by a large part of Jewry and which could be visibly substantiated.
Here again the streets offered a frequently and truly evil instructional lesson.
The relationship of Jewry to prostitution and still more to the white-slave traffic could be especially well studied in Vienna,
as in no other city of Western Europe, with the possible exception of the ports of southern France. Walking of a night
the streets and alleys of Leopoldstadt, you witness everywhere, whether you want to or not, encounters which remained
hidden from the greatest part of the German people until the war presented soldiers on the Eastern Front occasion to
see similar things, or, more aptly put, forced them to see such.
The first time I recognized the Jews directing this disgusting traffic in vice, shamelessly and in ice-cold business fashion,
a cold shudder ran down my back.
But then it inflamed me.
Now, I no longer avoided discussion of the Jewish question. No, now I welcomed it. But as I had learned to look for the
Jew in all the areas and manifestations of cultural and artistic life, I suddenly happened upon him in a place where I least
expected to do so.
When I discerned the Jews as leaders of the Social Democrats, the scales fell from my eyes. The long struggle of the
soul thereupon concluded.
Even in the daily relations with my fellow workers I saw an astonishing adaptability, how within the space of a few days or
even a few hours they adopted altered positions on the same question. It was difficult for me to understand how men,
who when spoken to privately still had some reasonable views, immediately lost them as soon as they came under the
spell of the masses. This happened often enough to make me despair. When, after hours of persuasion, I was
convinced that this time I had finally broken through the ice or that I had cleared up some nonsense and rejoiced in
having done so, I would on the next day, to my grief, have to begin all over again. It had all been in vain. Like an eternal
pendulum, their views seemed to swing back again and again to madness.
This much I could comprehend: they were dissatisfied with their lot and damned the destiny which hit them so often and
so cruelly. They hated the employers who seemed to be the heartless executioners of that destiny. They cursed the
authorities who, in their eyes, possessed no feeling for their situation. They demonstrated against the price of
necessities and carried their demands into the streets. All this could be understood without reflection. What remained
inexplicable, however, was the boundless hate which they laid upon their own nationality. They defamed the greatness
of the nation, sullied its history, and dragged its great men into the gutter.
This struggle against their own kind, this [fouling] of their own nest and homeland was equally senseless and
incomprehensible. It was unnatural.
It was possible to cure them of this vice, but only temporarily, for days or, at most, weeks. If, however, you met the same
supposed convert a little later, he had returned to what he was.
He was again possessed by the Unnatural.
Gradually, I realized that the Social Democratic press was conducted predominantly by Jews. But I did not put any
special significance on this circumstance because the conditions were exactly the same in the other papers. Only one
fact was obvious: there was not a single paper with Jews present on it that could be designated as truly national, at least
according to my education and conceptions.
When I mastered myself enough to read these kinds of Marxist press productions, the aversion grew to such proportions
that I now sought to get to know about the manufacturers of these thrown together villainies.
From publishers on down, they were all Jews.
I gathered all the obtainable Social Democratic brochures and sought out the names of their authors: Jews. I noted the
names of almost all the leaders: they were in by far the greatest part also members of the “Chosen People,” whether
acting as members of the parliament or in the secretariats of the trade unions, heads of organizations, or street
agitators. It was always the same uncanny picture. The names Austerlitz, David, Adler, Ellenbogen, etc. will remain
eternally in my memory.
One thing had become clear to me: the leadership of the Party, with whose petty members I had been carrying on a
violent battle for months, lay almost exclusively in the hands of an alien people. For that the Jew was no German I now
knew to my inner satisfaction and with finality.
Only now did I learn to know the seducers of our people completely.
A year of my sojourn in Vienna had sufficed for me to become convinced that no worker could be so stubborn as to be
beyond better knowledge and better explanations. Slowly I mastered their doctrine and employed it as a weapon in the
struggle for my own inner convictions.
Almost always now I was victorious.
The great mass was to be saved but only after the heaviest sacrifices of time and patience.
Never, however, was a Jew to be freed from his viewpoint.
I was still childlike enough at that time to want to make the madness of their doctrine clear to them; I talked my tongue
sore and my throat hoarse and thought that I must succeed in convincing them of the harmfulness of their Marxist
insanity. In fact, I achieved just the opposite. It seemed as though the mounting insight into the nihilistic effect of Social
Democratic theories and their realization only served to strengthen them in their determination.
The more I argued with them the more I learned their dialectic. At first they calculated on the stupidity of their adversary.
Then, when they could find no other way out, they played stupid themselves. ...Whenever you attacked one of the
apostles, your hand closed around slimy matter which immediately separated and slipped through the fingers and the
next moment reconstituted itself. If you struck such an annihilating blow that, observed by the audience, he had no
choice but to agree with you, and thus you thought you had taken one step forward, the next day your amazement would
be great. The Jew knew nothing at all about yesterday and repeated his same old twaddle as though nothing had
happened; if you angrily challenged him on this, he could not remember a thing other than he had demonstrated the
correctness of his assertions on the previous day.
Many times I stood there astonished.
I didn’t know what to be more amazed at: their verbal agility or their art in lying.
Gradually, I began to hate them.
All this had but one good side, that to just the extent I identified the actual bearers or at least the disseminators of Social
Democracy, so the love for my own people had to increase. Who could curse the unhappy victims of these devilishly
skillful seducers? How difficult was it for even me to master the dialectical lying of this race! And how vain was such a
success against people who twisted the truth in your mouth, who brazenly denied the words they had just spoken and in
the next minute took credit for it anyway.
No, the more I knew the Jews, the more I had to pardon the workers....
...It was the duty of every thinking man to push himself into the forefront of the cursed [Marxist] movement, in order to
perhaps avert the worst....But the instigators of this disease of the peoples must have been real devils. For only in the
brains of monsters—not men—could such a plan and organization assume palpable form, the actions of which would
have as their final result the collapse of human culture, thereby leading to the desolation of the world.
In this case the only salvation remaining was war, war with all the weapons the human spirit, reason, and will could
muster, without regard to which side of the scales destiny might throw its blessing.
Thus I began to familiarize myself with the founders of this doctrine, in order to study the principles of the movement.
That I came to the goal more quickly than I had at first perhaps dared to think, I owed to my newly won, though still
superficial, knowledge of the Jewish question. It alone enabled me to compare the reality with the theoretical sham of the
founding apostles of Social Democracy; it taught me to understand the language of the Jewish people which speaks in
order to hide its thoughts, or at least to veil them. Its real objective is not to be found in the lines but rather slumbering,
well hidden, between the lines.
It was for me the time of the greatest inner upheavals I had ever had to endure.
From a weak cosmopolitan I had become a fanatical antisemite.
Just one more time—it was the last—I was visited by the deepest anxiety and oppressive thoughts.
As I scrutinized the effects of the Jewish people over long periods of human history, suddenly there arose the fearful
question: did an unknowable destiny, for reasons unbeknownst to us poor men, perhaps wish with eternal and
immutable decision that the final victory go to this little nation?
Could it be that this people, which lives only for the earth, will be granted it as a reward?...
As I calmly and clearly deepened my knowledge of Marxism and thus the effects of the Jewish people, destiny itself gave
me the answer.
The Jewish doctrine of Marxism rejects the aristocratic principle of Nature and sets in its place the eternal privilege of
power and strength of the mass and the dead weight of its numbers. It therefore denies the value of the human
personality, contests the significance of nationality and race, and therewith withdraws from humanity the basis of its
existence and culture. As a foundation of the universe this [doctrine] would bring about the end of any intellectually
comprehensible order. And thus as in this the greatest recognizable organism, the realization of such a law could result
only in chaos and, ultimately, death for the inhabitants of this planet.
If the Jew with the help of his Marxist creed is victorious over the peoples of this world, then his crown will be the funeral
wreath of humanity; then this planet will travel through the ether as it did millions of years ago, devoid of men.
Eternal Nature avenges itself mercilessly on the transgression of its commandments.
Thus I believe today that I am acting according to the will of the almighty Creator: when I defend myself against the Jew, I
am fighting for the work of the Lord.
|Adolf Hitler: On the Jews
From Mein Kampf
Originally Mein Kampf was titled My Struggle Against Seven Years of Stupidity, Lies, and Ignorance.
Ironic that today in Europe many people feel the same way about the
Moslem immigrants as Hitler did about the Jews.
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