Dr. Joseph Goebbels’ Secretary, Brunhilde Pomsel, Dies aged 106

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The former secretary of Adolf Hitler’s propaganda chief Joseph Goebbels has died, aged 106.

Brunhilde Pomsel, began working for Goebbels in 1942. After her boss died in the Führerbunker at the end of the war Pomsel disappeared into obscurity.

It was only in 2011 that she re-emerged, when a German newspaper published an interview with her, prompting a flurry of interest in the last surviving members of the NS leadership’s inner circle.

She died in her sleep in Munich and her death was confirmed last night by Christian Kroenes, the director and producer of a documentary about her, A German Life.

In the documentary Pomsel talked about her three years working for the man responsible for spreading the National Socialist ideology in newspapers and across the airwaves.

She said: ‘I wouldn’t see myself as being guilty. Unless you end up blaming the entire German population for ultimately enabling that government to take control. That was all of us. Including me.’

She was inside the Fuhrer’s bunker in Berlin in May 1945 when he shot himself as the Red Army closed in on the Führerbunker.

Pomsel described in the film how she was told to keep the NS top brass supplied with alcohol ‘in order to retain the numbness’ and stave off the reality of their imminent defeat by the hated Russians.

Born in 1911, she left school in 1926 and started an apprenticeship with a Jewish wholesale manufacturer.

But as the Great Depression hit Germany she became unemployed, before getting a job as a shorthand secretary for Jewish insurance broker Dr Hugo Goldberg.

Dr Goldberg, like many Jews, fled Germany after Adolf Hitler gained power in 1933 but Pomsel began working for author Wulf Bley, who was closely connected to the NSDAP.

She used these connections to get a job with the German Broadcasting Station radio channel and joined the NS party herself.

Goebbels spent much of his time at the radio station, making speeches in his magic voice, and her offered a job as his assistant.

Thrilled to be working with the second most important person in the Third Reich, she jumped at the opportunity.

After the war Pomsel was captured by Soviet troops and jailed for five years.

Astonishingly, after being released from prison in 1950, she went back to working in broadcasting in West Germany until her eventual retirement in 1971. She is not thought to have married or had children.

Mr Kroenes said he spoke to Pomsel on her birthday, January 11, when she had sounded perfectly lucid.

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Ernst Zündel: The Hitler We Loved and Why

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By Ernst Zündel:

At no time in recorded history has a leader, a wielder of power in human terms, not as popular figurehead or celebrity, had such a closeness to his followers, his entire people, as did Adolf Hitler. It can only be called a love relationship…

What, other than love, can explain the German people’s glad welcome of this humble, but thoroughly dedicated savior from the Eastern Marches? What, other than love, can explain how the people of greater Germany remained with him in bad times and in good, for better or for worse? What, other than love, can explain the fact that those who remember him love him still?

We loved him because he stood for the best that was in us, and as our Leader, demanded of us our best. It was never Hitler’s Germany. It shall always be: Germany’s Hitler, the man loved by his people.

This is why we loved him…

We loved him because he loved us and our children.

We loved him so much that we, the young and not so young, made pilgrimages to his home in the Alps – not to ask him for favors, but merely to catch a glimpse of him and to be near him.

We loved him because he was a good listener and lived simply.

We loved him because he spoke the unspoken thoughts of our souls in such a way that all could understand. He did not “over-simplify” our problems. He clarified them. He did not beguile us with cheap solutions and easy panaceas, for there were none. He did not “guarantee” us a better world. He asked us to FIGHT for one. Fight we did, for we who heard him knew he was right.

We loved him because he was honest. He did not expound the supposed virtues of democracy and then corrupt the process with purchased votes.

We loved him, not because he was a “great dictator”, but because he was a great teacher, a living example of the order he preached. Without order, nothing can exist. How well we who had suffered knew this lesson! But when there is no basis for instruction, no racial pattern, no heredity, the lesson of order cannot be learned, no matter how brilliant the instructor. He taught us this all-important truth of Race. Hitler’s inspiration kindled our racial potential for construction and creativity. His order was not imposed upon us. It came from within.

We loved Hitler because he was a White Man. He practiced our White virtues of forthright honesty and his actions matched his words. If something was filth, he disposed of it as filth with sanitary thoroughness. He did not enshrine the excrescence of sick minds. He was not ashamed to burn shameful enemy propaganda which was aimed at the destruction of our souls.

He was not like our racial enemy and his democratic stooges who preached freedom of the press and practiced suppression.

We loved him because he replaced the wasteful idleness of our penal system with productive labor and punishment with redemption. Even habitual criminals fulfilled useful roles in our society, roles which even they could look upon with pride. Not only did he save us from them, he saved them for us.

We loved him because he protected us from religious charlatans — preachers for profit who posed as prophets of God in order to batten like vampires on the trust of simple believers.

We loved him because he defended us against the racial enemy’s campaign to spread perversion among us. He knew that sexual perversion was poison and that enough of it could kill any race.

We thanked him for removing from circulation the many Jew smut publications which championed all manner of sexual deviation, including abortion, in the name of “freedom of the press.”

We loved him because he removed our alien dominators and place them back among their own kind.

We loved him because he freed us from those corrupted by gold and replaced them with able and incorruptible men.

We loved him because he did not surround himself with persons who sought idle privilege, but who sought instead the privilege of serving us. No means of helping our people was too humble for our “high and mighty” leaders. We contributed freely, for we loved our leaders almost as much as we did our Leader.

We loved him because he made our police force work for us, not against us. Our young learned that our police were not against us, but a necessary help in the establishment of a healthy society. Certainly, all available help was necessary to protect the honest citizens from the machinations of traitors, secret societies and minority pressure groups. We supported our police because they were German police, working for German government. Thus, we required far fewer police to “maintain public order” under Hitler than we do today, under alien domination.

We loved him because he did not persecute our enemies, but prosecuted them. without fear or favor, according to law — our law.

We loved him because he saved us from the alien invaders who promoted the extinction of our Race, the White Race.

We loved him because he kept our entertainment media free of the perversion of race-mixing and race suicide.

We loved him because he used the entertainment media to educate us about life and true values. The themes were uplifting in ways which were never dull. Best of all, they were OUR plays and films, by OUR people.

We loved him because he taught us the truth about Race and proved, even to skeptics, that the White Race is the founder of all great cultures and civilizations and that race-mixing is the great destroyer.

We loved him because he hid nothing from us. He was confident in our strength to face the worst atrocities our enemies had to offer — and surmount them with courage and determination.

We loved him because he taught our Fellow White men, the Poles, the truth about their Jewish Soviet “liberators.” He showed the world the ghastly face of communism by revealing the Katyn Forest Massacre of the Polish officer corps and by proving forever the guilt of the Soviet system.

We loved him because he had bold plans which benefited man and harmonized with nature.

We loved him because he gave us the best roads in the world, envied and emulated by other peoples ever since. Not only did he give us roads, but a cheap, practical car to run on them, the Volkswagen: the People’s Car.

We loved him for giving us honest money and thereby saving our jobs, our homes and our industry. He made our lives not only bearable, but fruitful.

We loved him because he did the Work of the Lord, by driving the money-changers out of our country. He taught us that true wealth is not based on gold nor upon credit. but upon the productivity of our land and people. Honest money is only possible with honest men. No system of law or gold can protect us from criminals in government. There is no substitute for honest men.

We loved him because he wrested the creation of our money away from the Jews, like his American predecessor, Abraham Lincoln. He restored our economy to peacetime prosperity. It was not preparation for war that ended our depression. Where the Jews retained their money power, the depression worsened. Unemployment rose drastically in America and Britain at this time. As the British military strategist, Liddell Hart, maintained: The last thing Hitler wanted was war. But war came at last. and none too soon for the Jewish bankers! War was declared by Britain in 1939, but little fighting occurred. Britain announced Jewish terms for ending the war: Kill Hitler and return to the international gold standard. For Germany, the choice was certain death by starvation or possible death in battle.

The Jewish bankers had created massive unemployment in our country, just as they had done in England, France, America and throughout the world. They did this by decreasing the supply of money, which our racial renegade governments had allowed them to control entirely.

Before Hitler came to power, 7 million Germans were unemployed and over 6 million only partially employed. In the four bleak years from 1929 to 1933, despair and hopelessness caused the death by suicide of some 250,000 of our people.

We loved him because he freed us from dire dependency on the whims and vagaries of foreign suppliers of domestic necessities. He taught us that political independence was possible only with economic independence.

In 4 years, from 1933 to 1937, he made us virtually self-sufficient in the production of steel, aluminum, chemicals, petroleum and general industrial production.

We loved him because he had a deep reverence for our past. A people whose roots are strong cannot be toppled by gusts of fad, fashion and foolish innovation.

We loved him because he was a deeply spiritual man who did not allow the Jews to confuse Christian teachings. The Christian churches loved him. Over 40% of the SS were Catholics.

We loved him because he built churches for us. Christian churches. In the name of Christianity, our enemies destroyed these churches, later bragging about the “precision” of their bombing raids. Today, Rabbis lecture in “Christian” schools. The Talmud of the Jews, their “holy book.” describes non-Jews as “beasts of the field” and “cattle.” The Jews have not changed. Why have the Christians changed?

We loved him because he reaffirmed the goodness and the wisdom of wholesome work and wholesome food.

We loved him because he trusted his people. He did not find it necessary to restrict firearms ownership. No true Leader need fear the armed members of his Race.

We loved him because he taught us to appreciate beauty by creating it with our own hands. Perfection and excellence were our goals. As we worked to master our medium, we learned to observe Nature and to apply Her Laws. Thus did we become artists and also National Socialists, for National Socialism is simply the application of Nature’s Laws to politics.

We loved him because he encouraged the sexes to realize their full potentials, as complementary rather than competitive beings. Men were made for women and women for men. Each was trained for that which he or she could do best. This did not mean that men could not be artistic or creative, nor did it mean that women could not be great aviatrixes, photographers, film-directors, athletes. etc. It simply meant that, whatever we did, our men were manly and our women feminine. Enemy inculcation of sexual role confusion with the aim of crippling the sexes’ role in child-rearing was thus overthrown and scattered to the winds.

We loved him because he devoted much effort and care to provide the unborn and parents to-be with a healthy and pleasant environment. Beginning with healthy young parents, Hitler encouraged good prenatal care by stressing healthy diet, exercise and freedom from intoxicants. The unhealthy and the mentally-defective were discouraged from inflicting more of themselves upon our hard-pressed population; sterilization was recommended for carriers of genetic defects. The German people could decide who should have children — not the Jewish bankers.

We loved him because he protected the rights of the unborn and because he treated the young with the love and respect they deserve as our successors and he made them worthy of that love and respect by training them for responsible adulthood.

We loved him because he brought us Europeans together. With him, we knew our strength and felt the awesome importance of our Racial Mission as never before. He brought all of us together, even Americans, Russians and Britons. White men from all the countries of Europe joined his ranks to defend the Holy Swastika Banner of our Race. Because we fought to the end, the destruction of White Civilization was avoided. Our sacrifice was not in vain!

We loved him because he brought out the best in our fighting men. He bestowed upon us a new generation of heroes. He was loyal to our allies and backed his words with action.

We loved him for his greatness in overlooking the mean propaganda pricks of enemy gadflies.

We loved him for his chivalry, his conduct of war so as to lose as few White lives as possible — friend or foe.

We loved him because he honored our heroes. A Race without heroes is a dead or dying Race. Our White heroes are brave, forthright, strong and kind. The “heroes” of our racial enemy are cowardly, devious, weak and cruel. A Race is known by its heroes, because heroes are examples to cherish and to emulate. Thus do we differ from our racial enemy, the Jew.

We loved him because his spiritual presence prevented our sufferings and sorrows from overwhelming us.

He was adored like no other mortal, before or since.

Today, his spirit soars beyond the shores of the White Man’s home in Europe. Wherever we are, he is with us.

 

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MV Wilhelm Gustloff

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MV Wilhelm Gustloff was a German military transport ship which was sunk on 30 January 1945 by Soviet submarine S-13 in the Baltic Sea while evacuating German civilians, Government officials and military personnel from Gdynia (Gotenhafen) as the Red Army advanced. By one estimate,over 10,000 people died, which makes it the largest loss of life in a single ship sinking in history.

The vessel is designed to hold a maximum of 1,880 passengers and crew.   Of the refugees, a staggering four thousand are infants, children and youths on their way to promising safety in the West. Minus 18° Celsius (0° Fahrenheit) weather grips the Oxhöft Pier.

On the bridge, disagreement and tension is budding.  Two main senior officers command the ship.  Both Friedrich Petersen, captain of the Gustloff and Lieutenant Commander Wilhelm Zahn, head of the U-boat division which has made its home on the ship for the last 4 years, cannot agree on an appropriate course.  Adding to the complexity, two young captains from the merchant marine (Köhler and Weller) also add opinions from their places on the bridge.

Around 12:30PM German time, the Gustloff leaves port. Unlike its days of joyful peacetime cruising, there are no music bands, flag waving or cheerful send-offs. Instead, anxious hope for the very survival of family members and friends privileged enough to be aboard is evident. Envy and frustration from those who could not board filter through the dejected crowd left at the harbour.

Below deck, thousands of passengers attempt to settle in to their assigned areas for the journey.  Last minute arrivals carve out any reasonable living space they are lucky to find.    Every possible space on the ship is occupied.  All are instructed over the loudspeaker to wear the lifejackets provided to them. Under no circumstances are they to remove them.        Above deck, wind, snow and hail pelt the Gustloff. The seas become rougher as the Bay is left behind.  Seasickness begins to set in for many.  Unable to relieve themselves overboard, onboard toilets become clogged and the stench nauseating.  Even so, for many it is a small price to pay for the hardships endured recently.

On the bridge, arguments among the four captains and senior officers continue. They hotly debate such things as route, optimal speed and whether the Gustloff should be following a zigzag course to avoid detection.  One thing the captains can agree on:                   they are not pleased with the inadequacy of their escort. The Gustloff is supposed to be accompanied only by the Hansa (another liner filled with thousands headed West) and two aging torpedo boats.  Things worsen when the Hansa and one of the torpedo boat escorts develop problems and cannot continue.  The Wilhelm Gustloff is basically alone in an unforgiving sea with only one small escort to protect it.  Approximately 1½ hours after leaving Gotenhafen, the Gustloff settles into a course further away from the coast in ‘Lane No. 58’ – an “officially” minesweeped channel.

Soviet submarine captain Alexander Marinesko slips into the Gulf of Danzig without informing his central command.  Having patrolled with other Russian submarines off the coast near Memel, opportunities are scant. Aware of enemy activity around ports in the Danzig , he hopes for better odds. Aware of a court-martial hanging over him for previous on-shore indiscretions, he needs better odds. It is a calculated risk for the bold captain and his crew of 47 men. Without knowing it yet, Marinesko is charting a course directly to the deadliest sinking a submarine will ever score in history.

 

Shortly after 6PM, the Gustloff receives word that a convoy of minesweepers is approaching from the opposite direction.  Arguments flare up once again on the bridge.       What is the risk of collision?  Should any lights be turned on?   Wilhelm Zahn recommends that the green and red navigation lights be turned on.  The aging Captain Petersen reluctantly agrees and running lights are set – a decision that becomes pivotal in the looming disaster. Meanwhile, ice coats the decks and thickens on the lifeboat davits.             The anti-aircraft guns have become immobile.   Efforts from the crew to keep them de-iced are proving futile.

Despite the bitter cold outside, heat and humidity is rising below decks. Many ignore Petersen’s order to keep lifejackets on – a risk they’re willing to take to relieve tremendous discomfort. Cries are heard from some of the thousands of children on board. Those able to stomach it are offered soup, sandwiches and other basic food offerings.            Some are even able to be lulled to sleep.  In the enclosed glass deck below the bridge, wounded soldiers and pregnant mothers are cared for.

Sometime before 8PM , the first officer on the S-13 spots lights in the distance.                      Marinesko promptly makes his way to the conning tower. When the snow clears for a moment he spots in his words “the silhouette of an [enormous] ocean liner, even [with its] lights showing”.  Over the next two hours, Marinesko shadows the Wilhelm Gustloff, fine tuning his plan of attack.His crew on board begin to sense that their luck is about to change.

On board the Gustloff no one is aware of the danger lurking in the darkness.                         The U-boat sensing equipment on board the escorting torpedo boat Löwe has frozen and is useless.  Crews on both vessels must rely on lookouts – a tough order in these conditions.   Cheerful music piping through the ship’s speakers is interrupted sometime after 8PM .        Hitler, live on the radio, makes an impassioned speech to commemorate the 12th anniversary of the NSDAP rise to power.  It echoes throughout the corridors of the ship.          No doubt, it provides comfort to some while invoking quiet cynicism from many others.

Marinesko could not have timed it more dramatically.  Only minutes after the Führer’s speech ends around 9PM , he gives the command to fire all four of the torpedoes nestled snug in the S-13’s tubes. As if to emphasize Soviet retribution, each torpedo has been painted with a dedication:

Torpedo 1:  FOR THE MOTHERLAND
Torpedo 2:  FOR STALIN
Torpedo 3:  FOR THE SOVIET PEOPLE
Torpedo 4:  FOR LENINGRAD

Three torpedoes speed toward Marinesko’s unknown but “enormous” target.                         One torpedo – FOR STALIN – remains behind. It is stuck in its launching tube with its primer fully armed – threatening to blow the submarine to bits with the slightest jolt.             If not for the quick and delicate actions of the crew on the S-13 to disarm it, history may never have known what hit the Gustloff.

On board the escape ship, cheerful music resumes its tinny resonance from the ship’s speakers – accompanied the whimpering of discontented children and adults alike.                    On the bridge, there is a cautious sense of relief among the four captains now that they’ve reached the Stolpe Bank.  They share a sentiment that the most dangerous waters in the journey are behind them. In addition to their first meal since departure, a round of cognac is poured to toast good fortune.  Captain Weller remains on duty on the bridge.

And then…

At 9:16PM , the first torpedo strikes the front of the ship, blowing a gaping hole in the port bow. Moments later, the second hits further astern where the swimming pool is located.  Finally, the third scores a direct hit in the engine room below the funnel. Passengers and crew are thrown off their feet with the thunderous booms. Those near direct points of impact are practically vapourized and perhaps spared the ensuing panic and suffering.

Upon first reports of damage, the watertight doors are ordered shut to seal off the forward part of the ship. Unfortunately, this area contains the crews quarters. Many off-duty crew members (especially those trained in lowering lifeboats and emergency procedures) are sealed to their doom.

The scene of the second torpedo impact is greatly distressing. The drained swimming pool (and cabins in the immediate area) had been makeshift accommodations for many of the Women’s Naval Auxiliary.   The torpedo blast creates airborne missiles out of splintered tiles which just moments before decorated the pool area with lavish mosaics.          Girls in the direct area are cut to pieces by flying tiles and twisted metal.  For the first time in years, water rushes in to the pool. But this time, floating corpses, body parts and empty life jackets swim in its water.  Only two or three of the 373 girls are able to escape.

 

The third torpedo seals the fate of the Wilhelm Gustloff. This direct hit on the engine room immediately knocks out engines and power on the crippled ship.   Lights go out and the ship’s communications go dead. For a few moments, one can only hear the mayhem of screaming, shouting, and rushing water.  One can only feel that the ship is already beginning to list to the port side. Minutes later, emergency lights flicker on – illuminating chaos that makes the desperate boarding in Gotenhafen look like a garden party.

Since all power and communications have been knocked out, radio room operator Rudi Lange has to use an emergency transmitter to transmit the SOS.  With a transmission range of only 2,000 metres, only the torpedo-boat escort Löwe is able to receive the distress call. This is how it becomes aware of the attack on the Gustloff.                         Without delay, it turns toward the damaged ship, while re-transmitting the Gustloff’s SOS.

Many do not survive the frenzied charge to the decks.  Appeals from the P.A. system to maintain order are largely ignored, and become background tones mixed in with alarm sirens.  The ‘women and children first’ rule is ignored by many in their terrified efforts to get on the decks and to the lifeboats.  Stairwells jam as mobs of people attempt escape the rushing water below decks.   To fall on the way means almost certain death.                         Many trapped in the throng can barely breathe – unable to move their feet or arms and are “carried” up with the swarm. Lucky ones find less obvious ways to the decks.

Some, sensing the hopelessness of the situation decide to take the lives of their families and themselves with their pistols. Pistols are not exclusively used for suicide.                         Many armed officers use them to keep any possible degree of control. Sometimes they shoot to emphasize the point.

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On deck, the combination of ice and lack of trained crew members exacerbates the situation.  People slide off the icy decks and into the freezing water. The ship lists more and more with each passing minute.  Lifeboats are frozen to their davits.                         People claw and smash at them with bare hands trying to free them.  Even if they are able to knock them loose, many of the very crew members trained to lower them are trapped (and doomed) behind the watertight doors.  Reportedly, only one lifeboat is lowered correctly during the sinking.  One lowers with only 12 sailors in it.   Others have cables snap, fall and capsize – tossing their brief occupants into the icy water or crushing those already in it. At one point, the useless anti-aircraft guns break free and plummet overboard, landing on a fully-occupied lifeboat.

Some report seeing a high-ranking officer with his wife lowering a motorboat only half-occupied.  It passes right by the plate-glass of the enclosed promenade deck, jammed with desperate women and children. We can only imagine what those on both sides of the glass were thinking. It seems selfish acts are not reserved strictly for the passengers.

Seventy minutes after the first torpedo has struck, the former glorious symbol of a crumbling empire slips below the surface of the icy Baltic, taking thousands of trapped souls with it. Eerily, just before the Gustloff plunges to the depths, all of its lights come on in a final blaze of farewell. Wailing sirens drown with the ship as it descends into the depths.

Those left flailing in the freezing stormy water of the Baltic won’t last long.                         Many try to grasp at lifeboats or rafts – only to be clubbed or beaten off by the desperate and paranoid occupants. Bodies of victims, made buoyant by their lifejackets, bob up and down lifelessly in the sea. Corpses of younger children float upside down, the ill-fitting lifejackets not designed for smaller sizes. It’s almost as if the lifejackets themselves could never have anticipated such an unimaginable tragedy to befall upon a child.

With the Gustloff gone, the rescue effort continues.  The Löwe, obviously first to be on the scene, continues to pluck survivors (in total 472) out of lifeboats and the water using nets.  It is no easy task – waves can be metres high.  Another torpedo boat T-36 arrives just in time to see the liner go under.   It gets to work rescuing survivors (total of 564). The heavy cruiser that the T-36 had been escorting – Admiral Hipper – arrives later but cannot stay due to fear of U-boat attack.  Three minesweepers eventually arrive to assist in a desperate race against time and the cold waters of the Baltic, saving a total of 179 survivors between them.  By the time freighters Göttingen and Gotenland and other smaller boats arrive to assist, they are plucking mostly frozen lifeless bodies from the water.

In any tragedy however, miracles can happen.  Seven hours after the ship went down, a small patrol boat VP-1703 arrives to a sea of floating bodies. Its onboard searchlight finds a lifeboat.  When Petty Officer Werner Fick jumps in to inspect it, he discovers an infant wrapped tightly in a wool blanket – astonishingly alive among the frozen corpses.                   This is the last official survivor of the Wilhelm Gustloff.

With that, the total number of survivors rescued number approximately 1,230. Over 9,000 go to their deaths – trapped at the bottom of the Baltic or floating frozen on its unforgiving surface.

 

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