Swastika Smoothie Sparks Outrage In London


TIMES OF ISRAEL – A London cafe sparked outrage by selling bottles of swastika-labelled smoothie drinks. The Nincomsoup cafe in Old Street Tube Station in central London was selling an almond-based smoothie called “Nutzy” bearing the Nazi emblem.

A horrified Jewish member of the public, whose family were killed in the Holocaust, spoke with the management, who refused to apologize. She contacted the Campaign Against Antisemitism and alerted them to the pro-Nazi product.

The customer told the charity that she noticed the drink on November 16 and immediately asked to see the manager. When she asked him about it he told her that it was a Hindu symbol of health and prosperity. However the Hindu symbol is the inverse of the swastika which was on the bottle. “When I asked about the name of the drink, he said it was a play on ‘having the nuts,’ meaning ‘having the courage’ and was a pun as the drink contains nuts,” she said.

The customer told him that she had lost family to the Nazi regime and she found it extremely offensive. The manager replied that “London is a free city.”

“I left the shop almost in tears and shivering as it proved to me how much anti-Semitism and fascism is still utterly present,” the woman said. “That man had no shame whatsoever to tell me that I should not be offended by what I saw, when the use of the swastika and the name of that drink is clearly not a coincidence.”

The Campaign Against Antisemitism complained to the cafe’s landlords, Transport for London, and the product was subsequently rebranded with an image of a waving Pope.


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Deutschland Erwache

Deutschland Erwache

Occasionally I am asked if there was anything in particular that caused me to sympathize with the Workers Reich. There were several reasons but I have to say I was initially influenced by the experiences of British servicemen.

When I first served on a British merchant ship shipmates over 35-years of age would have served during the war. As a teenager I recall sharing a beer with an older sailor.

We talked about this and that and at one point he mentioned that his ship had been torpedoed during an Atlantic crossing. He was one of those rescued. The sailor was quite laid back about the experience whilst I in awe of his story hung on to his every word. I was curious as to why he and other distressed survivors had not been machine-gunned by the U-Boat’s crew. This was what routinely happened in such circumstances or so I had been told.

My companion clearly thought it was a stupid question to ask. He went on to explain that the ship’s crew, which typically would be no more than 15 to 20 in number, had been taken aboard the attacking U-Boat.  I was eager to know more. I asked another stupid question: “What was it like on the submarine?” I got my answer; “Cramped!”

The ship’s quartermaster closed the conversation by saying that he and crew members of other captured ships spent the rest of their war at leisure in German prisoner of war camps.

British Camp Oflag on Sept. 17 1941 with parcels which has been sent to them
British POWs at Camp Oflag on Sept. 17 1941 with parcels which has been sent to them

George Marshall had been captured during the British retreat to Dunkirk ~ twice. On the first occasion he and his comrades had not been bound and had been treated civilly by their captors. During a turn in fortunes their party was released by rescuing British troops. George told of his sense of shame as their rescuers stripped their German captives of their trinkets; medals, documents and rank badges. The German troops wrists were also strapped. Yet again the odds changed and and George and his party were re-captured.

“Did the Germans treat their British captives badly after this experience,” I asked George.

“No, other than recovering the pilfered mementos we were treated okay by the German troops.”

The Liverpool caretaker and comrades had spent the rest of the war in captivity. Although engaged in working in the German salt mines he explained that the conditions were much as they might be if they had they been working in Britain but their living conditions were better than those of a British Army camp.

German soldiers guard Canadian and British prisoners of war after failed Dieppe raid, August 19 1942
German soldiers guard Canadian and British prisoners of war after failed Dieppe raid, August 19 1942

I was in my thirties when on different occasions I became acquainted with two men whose names I don’t recall. One had been a sentry on duty at the British Embassy in Prague at the time of the Reich’s occupation.

The two British sentries watched as soon afterwards a long column of German staff cars approached before passing the British and other embassies. A staff car pulled to a halt at the British Embassy and a German officer approached the two Tommies.

Civilities were exchanged during which the sentries were asked in good English about their family and life in the Army. Both grinned and mentioned that the food could be better. The German Army officer smiled, saluted and returned to his staff car. The following day a car approached; two German officers alighted and a hamper of quality food was left for the British soldiers. The note explained that it was a gift from the Fuhrer.

2000 British soldiers at Empire Day Garden Party, May 24 1945, looking well fed and healthy after years of German captivity
Looking well fed and healthy after years of German captivity at Empire Day Garden Party, May 24 1945

The other acquaintance, a former RAF fighter pilot, told of the time when he had a German aircraft ‘bang to rights’. He was about to fire a salvo when he noticed a small terrier-like dog sitting as a passenger in the German pilot’s aircraft.

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My friend explained that he hadn’t the heart to fire. Instead, the pilots exchanged waves and he wheeled away. “I never regretted doing so,” my friend added.

I suppose it was the post-war years I lived through that brought me into contact with so many interesting people. Ursula had been one of the secretarial office staff attached to Admiral Doenitz. Then there was my friendship with Rudolf. My German visitor, a former member of the Leibstandarte Adolf Hitler, helped count the vote during an election in which we had fielded a candidate.

During the 1980s  a client whom I had got to know quite well reminisced about his war. The archetypal English gentleman had, I seem to recall, three experiences of German captivity. On each occasion he and others had escaped and soon afterwards been recaptured. On the first two occasions there was little action taken others than minor punishment.

On the third escape the party had reached a safe house on the French coast. If there was relief at their impending rescue it was short-lived. Before dawn broke the not so safe house was raided by German troops and all were hauled off to meet their Nemesis. The Brits were transported to a special camp in Poland.

There, he and a handful of others were put in solitary confinement in telephone box sized sheds. Occasionally, their guard would spit on them. It was bitterly cold and when released the captives were provided with picks and put to work. Such were the freezing temperatures day and night that the picks bounced off the frozen earth. Unquestionably, the treatment the prisoners endured was far removed from that of their previous camps. I suggested to my friend that he must as a consequence despise the Germans.

“No,” he replied. “We had initially been treated very well; we had no cause to complain. We later abused the relaxed conditions and so I don’t blame them at all; I never have.”

Healthy after years as prisoners of war. Liberated by General Patton's Fourth Armored Division, April 8 1945
Healthy after years as POWs. Liberated by General Patton’s 4th Armored Division, April 8 1945

Ironically, the only people who criticise the Germans are those who couldn’t tell a German from a Frenchman or had never met a German. I can say hand on heart that I have never met an English serviceman who spoke critically of Germany or the experience as captives.

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Taking A Nap


Between Holland and Belgium

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Healthcare in Auschwitz: Medical Care and Special Treatment of Registered Inmates


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The Kristos

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Inside The Cell Of Codreanu.




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SS-Hauptsturmführer Hans-Gösta Pehrsson was the commander of the 3rd Company, Panzer Aufklärungs Abteilung of 11th SS Panzergrenadier Division ‘Nordland’, aka ‘The Swedish Company’. He was the most decorated Swede of the Waffen SS, having been awarded the Iron Cross 1st and 2nd class and Ehrenblattspange.

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Henry Williamson: Dreamer of Devon


HENRY WILLIAMSON is mainly known as the author of Tarka the Otter, a book praised by Thomas Hardy, John Galsworthy, Lawrence of Arabia, and many others, and which won for him the prestigious Hawthornden Prize for Literature in 1928. But this controversial and eccentric man actually encompassed an enormously wide range of writing from his life’s experiences:

 — soldier, writer, broadcaster, naturalist, farmer and, above all, visionary writer —

 In fact, he wrote over fifty books, including:

 THE FLAX OF DREAM – his early four-volume tetralogy


A CHRONICLE OF ANCIENT SUNLIGHT – a fifteen-volume, semi-autobiographical saga which details the life of Phillip Maddison and his family from the turn of the century until the 1950s.
Born in south-east London in 1895, Henry Williamson’s love of nature was instilled from an early age. From the then semi-rural London suburb of Brockley he was within easy access of the Kent countryside and roamed there freely. Although his father loved cycling, collecting butterflies and moths and flying kites, his strict unbending Victorian attitudes were the cause of much unhappiness in the home. Father and son could not communicate; beatings were frequent. School was an escape but contained its own horrors. But on his mother’s side there were relations in Bedfordshire to which frequent visits were made, and which provided a more relaxed atmosphere. These early years and the atmosphere of life at the turn of the century are recaptured in the early Chronicle of Ancient Sunlight volumes.


Henry Williamson spent a holiday in North Devon just before the outbreak of the First World War, and becoming enthralled with the wild scenery so in keeping with his own sensitive and passionate nature, he vowed to return. He was a soldier in the First World War and there are several books detailing those traumatic years. After the war was over he determined to become a writer. In 1921 he left home and went to live in North Devon. Many early books paint a portrait of a long-vanished country life in the Devon village of Georgeham. The Second World War found him a farmer in Norfolk, determined that sound agriculture was the answer to England’s problems. Again his experiences, hopes and dreams are recorded in several books. After this war was over, he returned to Devon where he lived for the rest of his life, writing A Chronicle of Ancient Sunlight.



Henry Williamson’s temperament was difficult and artistic. His lively mind had the power of total recall. His opinions were emphatic and idiosyncratic. Although a loyal friend he frequently offended people and upset many. Influences on his life included Richard Jefferies, W.H. Hudson, Francis Thompson, Richard Wagner and Delius, while he was proud of his friendship with T.E. Lawrence.

Williamson attended the 1935 Nuremberg Congress and was impressed by the economic and social achievements of Germany whilst the British continued to languish in poverty and unemployment. He saw a racial community based on the values of land and a revived peasantry, freed from banker’s interest, guaranteed from foreclosure, and the pioneering conservation laws and projects. Williamson saw in the faces of the German people expressiveness and confidence that looked as if they were “breathing, extra oxygen” as he put it.

In the Hitler Youth, reminiscent of his days as a Boy Scout, Williamson observed: “the former pallid leer of hopeless slum youth transformed into the suntan, the clear eye, the broad and easy rhythm of the poised young human being”.

“The young in the Third Reich were growing up to have strong and healthy bodies, faith in the future of their country and in themselves and a sense of fellowship and camaraderie that shattered all class and economic and social barriers. I thought of that later, in the May days of 1940, when along the road between Aachen and Brussels one saw the contrasts between the German soldiers, bronzed and clean cut from a youth spent in the sunshine on an adequate diet, and the first British war prisoners, with their hollow chests, round shoulders, pasty complexions and bad teeth – tragic examples of the youth that England had neglected so irresponsibly in the years between the wars.”

To Williamson, National Socialist Germany represented “…a race that moves on poles of mystic, sensual delight. Every gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance. Everything is of the blood, of the senses.”

Opposed to war and believing that wars were caused by Jewish “usurial moneyed interests”, he was attracted to Oswald Mosley‘s British Union of Fascists, and joined it in 1937.

On the day of the British and French declaration of war on Germany Williamson suggested to friends that he might fly to Germany to speak with Hitler in order to persuade him away from war. Following a meeting with Mosley later that day however he was dissuaded from his plan. At the start of World War II Williamson was briefly held under Defence Regulation 18B for his political views, but was released after only a weekend in police custody.Visiting London in January 1944, he observed with satisfaction that the ugliness and immorality represented by its financial and banking sector had been “relieved a little by a catharsis of high explosive” and somewhat “purified by fire”. And, “in The Gale of the World, the last book of his Chronicle, published in 1969, Williamson has his main character Phillip Maddison question the moral and legal validity of the Nuremberg Trials“.

Williamson initially retained a close relationship with Mosley in the immediate aftermath of the war, but when he brought Mosley as his guest to the Savage Club, the former BUF leader was promptly ejected by club staff.Williamson refused Mosley’s request that he join the newly established Union Movement and indeed his suggestion to Mosley that he should instead join him in abandoning politics altogether led to the two men falling out. Nonetheless Williamson did write for Mosley’s theoretical journal The European. He also continued to express admiration for aspects of National Socialist Germany after the war.


Above all he was a great writer. His basic belief was in ‘the power of ancient sunlight’ and he sought to see the world as the sun sees it – without shadows. His descriptions and natural history detail and his evocation of the atmospheric moods of nature are part of the great heritage of English natural history writings. His descriptions of life in the trenches at the time of the First World War, based on first hand experience, are considered by many to be the finest of their kind, while the great work of his mature years, A Chronicle of Ancient Sunlight, stands as a true statement of the social history of this country in all its varied detail, enveloped in an attractive and compelling story.


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