Jews, the children of Satan

[woodman]

I see sheeple.

[Bigjon]

Chapter Seventeen
NO JEWS IS GOOD JEWS

A burly brown Shirt, stupid and bespectacled, blocked the doorway of the shop as I entered. I tried
to push past. He leaned his weight against me. I pushed harder. He leaned more heavily - he was a
heavy man. I forced my way past, saying 'Ausländer'. He slightly relaxed his weight, and I found
myself inside the shop.

I was testing the Jewish boycott, on All Fools' Day 1933. The boycott was to be entirely one of
gentle moral suasion, and peaceful picketing they said. No force would be used. Shoppers would
just be politely reminded that the threshold was a Jewish one.

I don't know why I showed such zeal. It wasn't my quarrel. But I am glad I did, for while I was
buying an unwanted stick of shaving-soap from an entirely noncommittal Jewish proprietor, who
must have wondered why I should wrestle with a Storm Trooper on his behalf, one of the few
things happened that I remember with respect from this period in Germany.

A young servant girl came, one of those buxom, strapping Berlin servant girls who work like bees
for their Gnädige, keep the flat spotlessly clean, cook, look after the children, and still have neat
hair and a smiling face. I suppose she was a regular customer of this Jewish druggist. When the
Brown Shirt blocked her way she told him roundly to move and when he sought to prevent her
entering she said 'Quatsch' ('Rubbish') and pushed him aside, came in, made her purchase and went,
to continue scrubbing her floors. This was courageous and hazardous on All Fools' Day 1933.

I seldom found Berlin so unattractive as on that April day. In the early morning I watched the
Brown Shirts going from shop to shop with paint pots and daubing on the windowpanes the word
'Jew', in dripping red letters. In some places I saw them pasting up black placards with the yellow
spot of the Ghetto. The Kurfürstendamm was to me a revelation. I knew the Jews were predominant
in business life, but I did not know that they almost monopolized important branches of it.

Germany had one Jew to one hundred Gentiles, said the statistics; but the fashionable
Kurfürstendamm, according to the dripping red legends, had about one Gentile shop to ninety-nine
Jewish ones.

But statistics, even official German statistics, are untrustworthy about Jews. I do not know how it is
done, whether large numbers of baptized Jews or non-practising Jews or Jews with foreign
passports do not show in them, but nobody who trusted the evidence of his eyes could believe that
Germany had only one per cent of Jews, and the same thing holds good today about the statistics
for the Jewish populations of Austria, Czechoslovakia, Rumania, Yugoslavia and other countries -
including England.

I watched a fat Storm Troop Commander directing operations on the shop front. He strode up and
down the Kurfürstendamm smacking his leathered calves with a dog whip - a trick begun by Hitler
himself, taken up by Julius Streicher, the Nüremberg Nazi leader and chief Jew-baiter, and imitated
by many other little Hitlers, just as they copied his gestures and his moustache. Here he placed a
picket before a shop, there he ordered the locking of a shop door and stood by while the Jewish
proprietress silently complied, there again he had the paint-pot squad come and daub some new
legend on the panes. Then he strode with Napoleonic mien to his waiting motor car and was driven
off to hearten his men at some other sector of the front.

At night the boycott ended. It was not meant to last longer. It was a sop to the Storm Troops. They
thought that by painting red letters on shop windows between dawn and dusk they could rid
Germany of the Jews, a race which had endured and survived infinitely more rigorous repression in
every part of Europe through the centuries and had always emerged stronger and more powerful.

The Storm Troops were the fools of this All Fools' Day.
In Kiel, however, they lynched a Jew. Single-handed, he had provoked and threatened to attack a
large crowd.

A month before Hitler a Jewish doctor had brought my son into the world. His nursing home was a
model of cleanliness and kindliness and efficiency and I can wish no son of mine a more
comfortable entry into this life. After Hitler came he was deprived of his practice among State insured
patients but his private practice continued, and even improved, and he continued to live
well, a little less prosperous than before, but suffering far less material loss under the anti-Semitic
regime than investors, for instance, had suffered from the inflation. Another Jewish doctor cured
me of an ear trouble acquired from swimming. He moved into a smaller flat and adapted himself to
a more modest income, but his private Gentile patients continued to come to him, for he was a good
doctor, and he earned an ample livelihood.

I rented a house from a Jew, a house built after the war, by a Jewish architect I imagine, in that new
district of Berlin near the Stadium where the Olympic Games were held, a lovely house with ivy
and a porch and a sun balcony and a marvellous bathroom and a garage and a garden that merged
itself in the trees of the Grunewald, where the deer sometimes came up to our fence, and yet it was
but fifteen minutes eastward by car from my office in Unter den Linden and five minutes westward
to the lakes - a perfect house. In a sane world, I would have liked to live there for ever. My Jewish
landlord had been in politics and had gone off to Palestine; he sold his lovely house for much less
than it was worth to a Berlin manufacturer who was growing rich on armaments.

My neighbour was another Jew, a prosperous lawyer, who had to reduce his scale of life because of
the restrictions placed on the Jews in the legal profession. He let half his house, withdrew into the
other half, divided his garden in two. In his half was a grove of trees, a little world screened off.
Here his children and other Jewish children, their friends, used on sunny afternoons to gather and
sit in a circle, talking quietly. I used to wonder what they talked about. Here they clearly felt
themselves geborgen, safe. But I noticed that his daughter, a beautiful girl, continued to go on
school excursions with the non-Jewish children and apparently enjoyed herself.

Sometimes on a warm morning I would take out the car and drive with Brenda Mary to the ice
cream shop off the Olivaerplatz, by the Kurfürstendamm, where a Jew sold the best ice cream in all
Berlin, a whacking great wafer for a penny. His ice cream was famous. Scores of people and a
dozen cars habitually waited outside his shop. Inside you had to wait your turn, and this Jew waxed
so rich under National Socialism that eventually the hours of opening for ice cream shops were
restricted.

The Jews were cleared from the theatre and opera stage, from the newspapers, from the teaching
staffs of schools, colleges and universities. The worst hardships were suffered by Jews in these
professions. So far as I know, no Jew can play, sing, write or teach in Germany - though, a strange
anomaly, old Leo Blech was for some reason taken under Göring's protection and, for years after
Hitler and the Jewish boycott, remained in the conductor's chair at the Opera, the focal point of
Berlin social life. Doctors and dentists were deprived of their State patients but carried on their
private practices. Lawyers were placed under crippling restrictions but, as lawyers do, found
various ways of circumventing them.

But the Jews have been left almost unmolested in their most powerful stronghold - that of trade and
commerce. One or two big Jewish concerns have, by various devices resembling sleight of hand,
been filched from their owners and brought under non-Jewish control. The great mass of Jewish
traders, big and small, remains, and goes on trading, and you can see them to this day eating and
drinking in the Kurfürstendamm without let or hindrance.

The anti-Jewish racket in Germany is a pricked balloon, a hollow bluff, a shop-window exhibit like
one of those tempting bottles of Chartreuse or Benedictine that you can see in expensive grocers'
shops - they only contain coloured water.

The Jews know it in their heart. They may hate National Socialism as much as ever, but they no
longer fear it. They know they have but to bide their time. They know that the bombs and aircraft
and tanks of the new Germany were used for the first time against Gentiles, and will be used
against Gentiles again. They were used in the name of anti-Bolshevism, which for the Nazis is
synonymous with anti-Semitism, but what had the peasants of Guernica and the townspeople of
Almeria to do with Jews or Bolshevists?

The anti-Jewish laws of Nüremberg 1936 were thought by the outer world to mark the climax of
anti-Semitism in Germany; actually they meant the end of the bluff. Of what practical importance is
a law forbidding German maidservants under the age of forty-five to serve in Jewish households? It
is only the counterpart of the Jewish anti-Gentile laws. It will not drive one Jew from Germany or
lessen by one pfennig the turnover of a Jewish trader.

The exodus of the Jews from Germany was confined to Jews in the professions. But their lot is
infinitely better than that of non-Jewish emigrants. The German Socialist, Communist or pacifist
emigrant has no hope but to eke out a miserable existence in Prague, Antwerp, Paris or London. I
have watched him doing it - a depressing sight. He has no friends, no chance of a job, no Protektion

I was talking one day to Z, a Jewish journalist expelled from Germany who has settled in Vienna,
where he has a pleasant home and a motor car. He talked with bitter resentment of Germany. 'Ah',
he complained, 'the Poles murdered us, but the Germans have robbed us', and it was quite clear
from his tone which was the worse thing for him.

Then he told me how his son was still working
for a big German film company in Berlin and had thrice had his salary raised to induce him not to
leave and emigrate, as he desired, wishing to join his father.

The Jews. As I write, in Vienna, they are all about me, watching with non-committal, veiled,
appraising eyes the comedy that is going on in Insanity Fair. They know that when Hitlerism has
passed away they will still be trading in the Kärntnerstrasse.
***

[Jewboo]

I see sheeple.

No. No. Bigjon says that SS Secret Nazi Police forced all these White People to attend those rallies for this nigger. For eight years!

[Bigjon]

I'm glad that one thing remains constant around here.

The Jews and their lies are always a fact of life.

[woodman]

No. No. Bigjon says that SS Secret Nazi Police forced all these White People to attend those rallies for this nigger. For eight years!

It is pretty sickening. I believe it will get a lot worse after they have eliminated Trump. The country will probably go Socialist/commie after the next election. It will happen quick, once it starts. Then, most likely civil war of some type.

[woodman]

I was listening to the latest Tim Kelley podcast last night and I noted that they have now taken to saying 'Cosmopolitans' instead of the 'J' word (Amazing that the word Jew has become an epithet of sorts) most likely because it may help them from getting targeted for elimination from venues such as youtube.

[Jewboo]

The country will probably go Socialist/commie after the next election. It will happen quick, once it starts. Then, most likely civil war of some type.

Not by Whitey. Only 24% of California public school students are White now. I imagine less than half of the National Guard and Border Patrol are White men these days. We're already outnumbered and those mutts carry government M-16s.

[woodman]

Not by Whitey. Only 24% of California public school students are White now. I imagine less than half of the National Guard and Border Patrol are White men these days. We're already outnumbered and those mutts carry government M-16s.

Getting pushed into a corner will ignite even the most sedate. You have been pushed into a corner Book. You left Commiefornia because of it and went to your little corner of Idaho. Pretty soon everything will blow up. Give it a few years. You may be dead and I may be dead but I don't think Whitey is going out with a whimper. It is amazing how fast we lost our nation.

[Bigjon]

Well when you have wealthy elites who think being communist is more important than the Republic they dangle in front of our eyes as our govt, what chance did we really have?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=huEFCj_TDoA



The first 14 minutes give his background.

[woodman]

Well when you have wealthy elites who think being communist is more important than the Republic they dangle in front of our eyes as our govt, what chance did we really have?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=huEFCj_TDoA



The first 14 minutes give his background.

Good interview if it's the one by G. Edward Griffin.