Führer Adolf Hitler A Man Of Courage

The Führer and the German People by Dr. Otto Dietrich The relationship between the German people and their Führer is a continual source of pride for Germans, and something of a surprise for foreigners. Nowhere else in this world is there ...

The Führer and the German People

by Dr. Otto Dietrich

The relationship between the German people and their Führer is a continual source of pride for Germans, and something of a surprise for foreigners. Nowhere else in this world is there such an overwhelming love on the part of millions of people for one person, with this love being neither excessive nor temporary. Instead, this love has grown from a deep and great faith, and is of the sure and lasting kind that children often have for a good father.

Excessive enthusiasm lasts but a few years, whereas deep love, once grown, is indestructible and can endure for centuries: a strong and powerful light that stays bright. This light was no accidental occurence, nor was it kindled through unusual, sudden events; rather it has grown slowly and surely. It is not the consequence of some surging excitement at one event, but is always present, at all times and in every German: for it can fill our hearts with pride on a particular occasion, or when hundreds of thousands of other citizens gather before the Führer, or even when there seems to be no particular cause at all, as when an individual is at work doing his job. Whenever one thinks of the Führer, a deep love arises giving meaning to the phrase: "Hitler is Germany: Germany is Hitler!"

Never have the hearts of a people been nearer to any man as they are to he who began with nothing. He came not from outside our nation, but was born from within our nation. He, living among us, sensed our need, and if today someone asks for the name of the unknown German front-line soldier, the whole German nation would answer: Adolf Hitler!

He was, is, the conscience of the nation. He expressed the sorrow and the resistance of an enslaved people, and in him the vital, life-giving will of all Germany - in the midst of its deepest need - found its expression.

Adolf Hitler has never said anything except that which the people itself felt in the very depths of its soul. He has never done anything except that which the whole people themselves wanted to do. He was not, is not, and never will be a dictator who forces the people to accept his personal wishes. For he is a Führer - a true leader - and this is the most noble thing that can be said of any human being: the reason why the people love him, trust him, rejoice in him. For the first time in our history this man has enabled us to fully express ourselves, to fully be ourselves.

This is the secret of the immortality of Adolf Hitler and his work, the Destiny he has chosen: It is no longer only he himself, or his work, or his path, but rather the whole German people finding itself embodied in him. They love him because they love themselves; in following him they follow their own most secret wishes; in him their best thoughts find expression. Everyone senses this, and therefore no one is a stranger to Adolf Hitler, just as the Führer is not a stranger to anyone. Workers and farmers, Nobel Prize winners and artists, warriors and dreamers, the happy and the sad, each speaks with him in his own language, understands and is understood. Everything is clear and plain, just as no one is nervous in the presence of this great man. No one is ordered about, no one is recruited: each is called because they follow their own conscience, and has no choice but to follow lest they be convicted by their own heart. People freely do what must be done, and no people on the Earth is more free than the Germans.

The people never grow tired of hearing the words of the Führer, and were the Reich Party Rally in Nuremberg to last twice as long as it does, the people would still be waiting on the last day as eagerly as on the first to hear him. He could travel throughout Germany every day and the people would still surround his car with as much enthusiasm as they did the first time, bringing him their children so that he could see the future of Germany. If necessary, they would give their lives for him, as did hundreds of his Party members in the years of struggle for power.

There have been Emperors and Kings, rulers and heroes, usurpers and tyrants, wise and important persons as the heads of nations, but never before has there been something so simple as this: a Führer. This is unique in the history of the world, and a supreme good fortune for the German people. If a person fails to understand this, they understand nothing about the German people, nor why people's eyes glow, their voices shout, their arms rise, their hearts beat faster, when Adolf Hitler appears before them. From these outward signs of the strong and mystical connection between the Führer and people, Adolf Hitler receives the strength he needs for new deeds, just the people receive power from his eyes when he looks at them.

This is particularly clear when the youth of Germany gather before the Führer. And he who is with the Führer for days and weeks and months sees unforgettable scenes:

Once, between Stettin and Pasewalk, at least 10 kilometers from any village, a group of German youth gathered alongside the road in the midst of a rain storm because they had heard that the Führer would drive past that day. It was evening before the Führer's procession neared. From a distance one could see a crowd between the trees, then the flag-waving children. They lit red, blue and green sparklers. Sentries had been stationed ahead of the crowd to encourage the procession to stop. Although time was short, the Führer gave the order to halt, and instantly the cars were surrounded by about a hundred children who not only jumped onto the running boards, but even on the bonnets and boots in order to catch a glimpse of the Führer inside the cars. After each of the three cars had been inspected, a particularly capable boy saw the Führer. He yelled: "Here he is, everyone come here!" The enthusiasm was so great that the security personnel had to intervene, since some of the youths were even climbing on the roof of the car. The leader of the youngsters, the one who had found the Führer, then gave a short speech - youthful, fresh and innocent - and then all made room for a girl in a white dress. She bowed deeply and recited her own poem that expressed their joy at seeing the Führer. She ended by giving Adolf Hitler a small basket full of wonderful red apples. Deeply touched, the Führer ran his fingers through her blond hair, at which the child was overcome with happiness and began to cry. Then, slowly, the procession began to move off, and long after as one looked out the back window of the car one saw the youngsters waving their hands and flags.

At large meetings, the young are always the ones who occupy the front rows. [Along the way to the meeting] the well-behaved stand where their teacher or youth leader told them to, orderly and in rows. The bolder ones hang from tree branches, sit on statues or on the sills of windows, stand like living statues on factory walls, climb flagpoles or lamp-posts, in order to fill the Führer's path with shouts of joy. Corners are the favorite places for the young to wait for the Führer, since the car has to slow down, particularly when the youngsters are standing in such a way that the cars have to move even more slowly to get past. It is even better where there is a construction site, for the Führer's car will then have to move at walking pace and one will surely have the chance to stop him. It almost always takes a lot of work under such circumstances to get moving again, and when a path is finally open, the younger ones run from behind the car to its front, hoping to stop it yet again.

Once, before a Hitler public meeting in a southern German city, tens of thousands of Hitler Youth formed rows along the streets. The further along, the closer the rows got to each other until there was only enough room for the car to squeeze through. At first all went well. Suddenly, however, there was a great tumult, and although the torch-bearers in the front tried to hold the youngsters back, they were forced forward by those behind. Their flickering torches showed the Führer in the car, and both smoke and passionate jubilation surrounded the Führer and his followers. It was lucky they did not set the cars on fire. It took fifteen minutes to free the Führer from the throng of enthusiastic youngsters.

It is instructive to see how eager the young are to photograph the Führer. They stand with their small cameras, their fingers quivering on the button, shaking with nervousness and excitement. They need a lot of luck to get a picture. Yet a surprising number of them manage to take a good picture. Here too luck seems to be with the young, since more experienced amateur photographers often complain that it is impossible to get a good opportunity in the midst of the general enthusiasm and the crowds.

Once, a little girl had the honour of presenting the Führer with a bouquet of flowers as he traveled through Upper Silesia. She was to recite a short poem, and spoke the first line, but then in her excitement forget the rest. She tried to continue, but finally stood on tiptoes and handed the Führer the flowers, saying "Hitlerrr--here they are, I f-f-forgot everything!," and ran off.

The scene: a street along which the Führer will drive. It is closed off. People wait, often for many hours. They are waiting for the Führer. They want to see him. Everyone, man, woman, boy and girl want to see him. "It is like a holiday today," an old lady says, and she is right, because the Führer is visiting this small town for the first time.

Flags wave from the rooftops and garlands of flowers bedeck the streets. The entire town is decorated. The Führer arrives. . . A tempest goes through the crowd. Here, then there, the line of security personnel bends, as joyful cries arise. Arms rise to salute the Führer. Laughter and tears, expressions of joy and enthusiasm. The women lift their children high, and small arms wave above the crowd. With beaming eyes and smiles they join in the enthusiastic "Heil Hitlers!" With confident happiness and faith, the women and mothers look to the Führer for they know that he alone is to thank for the fact that their unemployed husbands once again have work, and now can feed their families. Life once again has meaning, purpose, and they can face the future without fear or worry.

Here: a letter that a girl undertaking agricultural service wrote to her parents: ". . . I must write one more page. You will assuredly be happy to hear what happened to me today. Think of it, my dear parents, I saw the Führer, think of it: the Führer!!. . ."

These words "Think of it: the Führer!" are important. They show the pride in the experience, the depth of the love of this German girl for her Führer: the fulfillment of a wish she probably never dared to express. It is a true gift of fate, the best that could be imagined. In the middle of her year of agricultural service, she met the Führer. "Think of it, of what it means. . .!"

It is the same everywhere in Bavaria, in East Prussia, in Silesia, the Rhineland.....

Westphalia: two men of the Labour Front are marching along a country road. The work camp is deep in the countryside, a very long way from the nearest railway station. But both men are very cheerful and whistle as they walk, for they are going on holiday, back home after their months of healthy, strenuous work. "Back home, back home. . ." one whistles. A procession of cars passes by. "Well," one says, "they are going faster than we are." The other says "They waved!" The procession stops and waits until the top men catch them up. "Where are you going? Hop in!" And their eyes open wide in astonishment, for it is the Führer who has stopped for them. He listens as they tell him about their lives, how things are in the work camps, and wants to know all the details. Soon they are at the next small town. The cars stop. As they leave the Führer says to one of them: "It is going to rain. Do you have a raincoat?" He answers: "My Führer, I do not have a coat, since I was unemployed for a long time." The Führer takes his own gray travel coat off and puts it on the shoulder of his fellow citizen. Before he can say a word of thanks, the procession of cars has moved on.

Somewhere a group of young workers at a large factory have gathered. The Führer steps before them and looks deeply into their eyes. He turns to one of the young workers and asks:

"Are you a member of our Party?"


"Are you an S. A. Man?"

'No, I belong to the Labour Front."

"What were you before?," the Führer asks after a pause.

The blonde young man lowers his gaze, saying nervously: "I was a young Communist, my Führer!" The words are hard for him to say. The Führer takes his hand and says with a smile, "But today you are all with me, my young people." Blushing, the young man answers: "By God, you can count on us, my Führer!"

There are many such scenes, each of which shows the connection between the German people and Adolf Hitler.

Before a Führer public meeting in Hamburg on the occasion of an important referendum, a handicapped man and his son are at the security line in front of the Führer's quarters: "I want to play for the Führer." The SS men let the man through, and, below the Führer's window, he removes his musical instrument from its gray case and plays a song. Silently, respectfully, the thousands of onlookers listen to him. Inside, the Führer hears the melody from the street musician. The Führer invites him in, and listens to the story of his life: "I have been unemployed for four years," the handicapped man says at the end. ""My Führer, can you do something to find me a job?" The Führer calls one of his aides. Two telephone calls follow, then the Führer says: "Go there tomorrow morning. You can start work immediately." The news quickly spreads to the crowd and stormy, long-lasting, ovations break out.

The day on which the Führer appeared at the funeral of those killed in the Reinsdorf explosion is unforgettable. The coffins of those dead, heroic workers were in a long row. The flags were at half mast, the mourners silent: even the flowers were dark. The closest kin were gathered in one area. It was a scene of deep and abiding sorrow, with mothers, sisters, brothers, fathers all weeping. The Führer arrived, and the memorial service began. The grief of the survivors was heart-rending. Clergymen spoke, and the song of good comrades was played. The honour salute thundered over the gathering. Then the Führer left his attendants and walked alone to meet the mourners. A hundred arms reached toward him seeking consolation, and the memory of the sorrow in the face of the Führer in the midst of this sad gathering is burned into the memories of all those who saw him. He spoke individually with the men and woman, silently holding the hands of some. The crowd pressed toward him. Here the Führer took the head of an elderly woman who had lost her son in his consoling hands; there he said a few words to a pale Hither Youth member whose father had died. The Führer's consolation was so strong that the mourners were no longer alone in their grief. Never were Führer and people so close as when those mourners raised their arms to silently thank Adolf Hitler.

The Führer and the German people. . . Not long ago there was a large meeting in the Frankfurt Festhalle, and, as the Führer spoke inside to thousands of people, a woman went to his car to place a small bouquet of lilies of the valley (it was the middle of winter) in the car where she believed the Führer would sit. As his procession motored away after the meeting, there, in the middle of the thundering shouts of "Heil!" a clear, strong voice was heard: "The lilies of the valley are from me!"

One could tell hundreds, thousands, of such stories. Some are moving, some amusing, some heart-rending, while others fortify: but they all have the common theme: "A miracle has happened, the type of miracle which a nation has but once in its history: The Führer and the people are one and the same, and the love that binds the people to their Führer is so great, so natural, so self-evident and so bright that even though it is fresh every time, it is always just as strong."

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