part of the Jews, and the practical application of which could be
seen.
Here again the streets provided an object lesson of a sort which
was sometimes positively evil.
The relation of the Jews to prostitution and, even more, to the
whiteslave traffic, could be studied in Vienna as perhaps in no
other city of Western Europe, with the possible exception of the
southern French ports. If you walked at night through the streets
and alleys of Leopoldstadt at every step you witnessed
proceedings which remained concealed from the majority of the
German people until the War gave the soldiers on the eastern
front occasion to see similar things, or, better expressed, forced
them to see them.
When thus for the first time I recognized the Jew as the cold
hearted, shameless, and calculating director of this revolting vice
traffic in the scum of the big city, a cold shudder ran down my
back.
But then a flame flared up within me. I no longer avoided
discussion of the Jewish question; no, now I sought it. And when
I learned to look for the Jew in all branches of cultural and
artistic life and its various manifestations, I suddenly
encountered him in a place where I would least have expected to
find him.
When I recognized the Jew as the leader of the Social
Democracy, the scales dropped from my eyes. A long soul
struggle had reached its conclusion.
Even in my daily relations with my fellow workers, I observed
the amazing adaptability with which they adopted different
positions on the same question, sometimes within an interval of a
few days, sometimes in only a few hours. It was hard for me to
understand how people who, when spoken to alone, possessed
some sensible opinions, suddenly lost them as soon as they came
under the influence of the masses. It was often enough to make
one despair. When, after hours of argument, I was convinced that
now at last I had broken the ice or cleared up some absurdity, and
was beginning to rejoice at my success, on the next day to my
disgust I had to begin all over again; it had all been in vain. Like
an eternal pendulum their opinions seemed to swing back again
and again to the old madness.
All this I could understand: that they were dissatisfied with their
lot and cursed the Fate which often struck them so harshly; that
they hated the employers who seemed to them the heartless
bailiffs of Fate; that they cursed the authorities who in their eyes
were without feeling for their situation; that they demonstrated
against food prices and carried their demands into the streets: this
much could be understood without recourse to reason. But what
inevitably remained incomprehensible was the boundless hatred
they heaped upon their own nationality, despising its greatness,
besmirching its history, and dragging its great men into the
gutter.
This struggle against their own species, their own clan, their own
homeland, was as senseless as it was incomprehensible. It was
unnatural.
It was possible to cure them temporarily of this vice, but only for
days or at most weeks. If later you met the man you thought you
had converted, he was just the same as before.
His old unnatural state had regained full possession of him.
I gradually became aware that the Social Democratic press was
directed predominantly by Jews; yet I did not attribute any
special significance to this circumstance, since conditions were
exactly the same in the other papers. Yet one fact seemed
conspicuous: there was not one paper with Jews working on it
which could have been regarded as truly national according to
my education and way of thinking.
I swallowed my disgust and tried to read this type of Marxist
press production, but my revulsion became so unlimited in so
doing that I endeavored to become more closely acquainted with
the men who manufactured these compendiums of knavery.
From the publisher down, they were all Jews.
I took all the Social Democratic pamphlets I could lay hands on
and sought the names of their authors: Jews. I noted the names of
the leaders; by far the greatest part were likewise members of the
'chosen people,' whether they were representatives in the
Reichsrat or tradeunion secretaries, the heads of organizations or
street agitators. It was always the same gruesome picture. The
names of the Austerlitzes, Davids, Adlers, Ellenbogens, etc., will
remain forever graven in my memory. One thing had grown dear
to me: the party with whose petty representatives I had been
carrying on the most violent struggle for months was, as to
leadership, almost exclusively in the hands of a foreign people;
for, to my deep and joyful satisfaction, I had at last come to the
conclusion that the Jew was no German.
Only now did I become thoroughly acquainted with the seducer
of our people.
A single year of my sojourn in Vienna had sufficed to imbue me
with the conviction that no worker could be so stubborn that he
would not in the end succumb to better knowledge and better
explanations. Slowly I had become an expert in their own
doctrine and used it as a weapon in the struggle for my own
profound conviction.
Success almost always favored my side.
The great masses could be saved, if only with the gravest
sacrifice in time and patience.
But a Jew could never be parted from his opinions.
At that time I was still childish enough to try to make the
madness of their doctrine clear to them; in my little circle I talked
my tongue sore and my throat hoarse, thinking I would inevitably
succeed in convincing them how ruinous their Marxist madness
was; but what I accomplished was often the opposite. It seemed
as though their increased understanding of the destructive effects
of Social Democratic theories and their results only reinforced
their determination.
The more I argued with them, the better I came to know their
dialectic. First they counted on the stupidity of their adversary,
and then, when there was no other way out, they themselves
simply played stupid. If all this didn't help, they pretended not to
understand, or, if challenged, they changed the subject in a hurry,
quoted platitudes which, if you accepted them, they immediately
related to entirely different matters, and then, if again attacked,
gave ground and pretended not to know exactly what you were
talking about. Whenever you tried to attack one of these apostles,
your hand closed on a jellylike slime which divided up and
poured through your fingers, but in the next moment collected
again. But if you really struck one of these fellows so telling a
blow that, observed by the audience, he couldn't help but agree,
and if you believed that this had taken you at least one step
forward, your amazement was great the next day. The Jew had
not the slightest recollection of the day before, he rattled off his
same old nonsense as though nothing at all had happened, and, if
indignantly challenged, affected amazement; he couldn't
remember a thing, except that he had proved the correctness of
his assertions the previous day.
Sometimes I stood there thunderstruck.
I didn't know what to be more amazed at: the agility of their
tongues or their virtuosity at lying.
Gradually I began to hate them.
All this had but one good side: that in proportion as the real
leaders or at least the disseminators of Social Democracy came
within my vision, my love for my people inevitably grew. For
who, in view of the diabolical craftiness of these seducers, could
damn the luckless victims? How hard it was, even for me, to get
the better of thus race of dialectical liars ! And how futile was
such success in dealing with people who twist the truth in your
mouth who without so much as a blush disavow the word they
have just spoken, and in the very next minute take credit for it
after all.
No. The better acquainted I became with the Jew, the more
forgiving I inevitably became toward the worker. In my eyes the
gravest fault was no longer with him, but with all those who did
not regard it as worth the trouble to have mercy on him, with iron
righteousness giving the son of the people his just deserts, and
standing the seducer and corrupter up against the wall.
Inspired by the experience of daily life, I now began to track
down the sources of the Marxist doctrine. Its effects had become
clear to me in individual cases; each day its success was apparent
to my attentive eyes, and, with some exercise of my imagination,
I was able to picture the consequences. The only remaining
question was whether the result of their action in its ultimate
form had existed in the mind's eye of the creators, or whether
they themselves were the victims of an error.
I felt that both were possible.
In the one case it was the duty of every thinking man to force
himself to the forefront of the ilIstarred movement, thus perhaps
averting catastrophe; in the other, however, the original founders
of this plague of the nations must have been veritable devils for
only in the brain of a monsternot that of a mancould the plan of
an organization assume form and meaning, whose activity must
ultimately result in the collapse of human civilization and the
consequent devastation of the world.
In this case the only remaining hope was struggle, struggle with
all the weapons which the human spirit, reason, and will can
devise, regardless on which side of the scale Fate should lay its
blessing.
Thus I began to make myself familiar with the founders of this
doctrine, in order to study the foundations of the movement. If I
reached my goal more quickly than at first I had perhaps
ventured to believe, it was thanks to my newly acquired, though
at that time not very profound, knowledge of the Jewish question.
This alone enabled me to draw a practical comparison between
the reality and the theoretical flimflam of the founding fathers of
Social Democracy, since it taught me to understand the language
of the Jewish people, who speak in order to conceal or at least to
veil their thoughts; their real aim is not therefore to be found in
the lines themselves, but slumbers well concealed between them.
For or me this was the time of the greatest spiritual upheaval I
have ever had to go through.
I had ceased to be a weakkneed cosmopolitan and become an
antiSemite.
Just once moreand this was the last timefearful, oppressive
thoughts came to me in profound anguish.
When over long periods of human history I scrutinized the
activity of the Jewish people, suddenly there rose up in me the
fearful question whether inscrutable Destiny, perhaps Or reasons
unknown to us poor mortals, did not with eternal and immutable
resolve, desire the final victory of this little nation.
Was it possible that the earth had been promised as a reward to
this people which lives only for this earth?
Have we an objective right to struggle for our selfpreservation,
or is this justified only subjectively within ourselves?
As I delved more deeply into the teachings of Marxism and thus
in tranquil clarity submitted the deeds of the Jewish people to
contemplation, Fate itself gave me its answer.
The Jewish doctrine of Marxism rejects the aristocratic principle
of Nature and replaces the eternal privilege of power and strength
by the mass of numbers and their dead weight. Thus it denies the
value of personality in man, contests the significance of
nationality and race, and thereby withdraws from humanity the
premise of its existence and its culture. As a foundation of the
universe, this doctrine would bring about the end of any order
intellectually conceivable to man. And as, in this greatest of ail
recognizable organisms, the result of an application of such a law
could only be chaos, on earth it could only be destruction for the
inhabitants of this planet.
If, with the help of his Marxist creed, the Jew is victorious over
the other peoples of the world, his crown will be the funeral
wreath of humanity and this planet will, as it did thousands l of
years ago, move through the ether devoid of men.
Eternal Nature inexorably avenges the infringement of her
commands.
Hence today I believe that I am acting in accordance with the
will of the Almighty Creator: by defending myself against the
Jew, I am fighting for the work of the Lord.
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