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   From: mars1933@hotmail.com   
      
   On Sun, 9 Sep 2018 03:10:14 -0000 (UTC), Steven Schneider   
    wrote:   
      
      
   >I stand with women, minorities and the vulnerable and declare that   
   >it is right to protect them from those that would harm them. Such as   
   >fascists, neo-Nazis, and bigots in general.   
      
      The only harm fascists do is when they fight back in self defense   
   against low life communists.   
      
   Quotes from  Joseph Goebbels diary:   
      
   Impossible to continue reading the Berlin Press! Our S.A. men are   
   assaulted with heavy casualties and even fatalities, and the Press   
   mendaciously reports them as having attacked a peaceful suburban   
   garden settlement. The fact that S.A. men are being accompanied home   
   by their comrades, since they would be shot if they went alone, is   
   represented in the Press as an armed attack on the part of our men.   
   The Communists are the innocent victims, and we are accused as the   
   aggressors. That the Jews are such liars is not surprising, as they   
   hang together from the Berliner Tageblatt to the Rote Fahne (Red   
   Flag), but it is scandalous that even our so-called 'National' papers   
   should give in to this campaign of misrepresentation. One would like   
   to spit at them.   
      
   A small boy of the Hitler Jugend has been stabbed at Moabit ('Red'   
   suburb of Berlin). First they hunted the child down, then some   
   fiendish individual brutally plunged a dagger into his breast. The boy   
   managed to crawl into a doorway and cried weakly for help. The marks   
   made by his little blood-stained hands, when he tried to raise himself   
   up for the last time, can still plainly be seen on the white wall.   
      
      
   We attend the funeral of our S.A. comrade, Professor Schwartz,   
   murdered at the Kolonie Felseneck. Stirring and heartrending scenes.   
      
   I pass the spot in Moabit once more, where the 'Hitler-Youth boy',   
   Norkus was stabbed. The bloody finger-marks of the dying child show   
   like a 'menetekel' on the white wall.   
      
   Something decisive must be done. If it lay with the people we National   
   Socialists would have long attained office.   
      
   We bury the 'Hitler boy' Norkus on a biting cold day. From the bottom   
   of my heart I speak to the children and men gathered round the narrow   
   coffin. The boy's father, a simple workman, is brave beyond words.   
   Grief-stricken, with an ashen face, he raises his hand in salute to   
   the strains of the 'Horst Wessel Lied', and sings with bitter pride   
   and deep wrath 'Hold high the flag!'   
     Outside the churchyard gates the red rabble stands waiting for its   
   victims. This plague must be exterminated like rats.   
      
   The newspapers are one mass of lies.   
      
   S.A. man shot in the north of Berlin and two gravely injured. The   
   press becomes contemptibly hypocritical.   
      
      
   The 'Red' delegates provoke the Leader beyond all bounds. He suddenly   
   loses patience and gives them the rough edge of his tongue in return.   
   That makes us all feel better.   
      
   The Angriff again banned for a week. Our other papers have already   
   been banned during the last few days. That means our entire Press is   
   suppressed.   
      
      
   Motor through Berlin. Nothing to be seen but Swastika flags, or red   
   rags.   
      
   The conservative parties have been beaten all along the line.   
      
   During the night an S.A. man has been shot on the Kreuzberg. The   
   bullet hit him in the middle of the forehead. At midday all flags are   
   draped with mourning.   
      
      
   The Bolshevist faction-leader, Pieck, is speaking from the rostrum,   
   and becomes insufferable. One of the Communists hits a party member in   
   the face. That is the signal for a general settlement. It is short,   
   but to the point, and it is fought with inkpots and chair legs for   
   weapons. Our faction is left alone in the hall, victorious, in three   
   minutes. The Communists have been driven out; the parties of the   
   'Middle' have already taken to flight. We sing the Horst Wessel song.   
   The casualties generally, amount to eight seriously wounded. That   
   should be a warning: it is the only way to ensure respect. The Council   
   Chamber is a scene of wreckage.   
      
      
   If not for us it would only be a matter of a very short time when the   
   Bolshevist revolution would break out. But there is really no object   
   in coming to the assistance of bourgeois-minded politicians.   
      
      
   The Bolshevist reign of blood is assuming unbearable proportions. The   
   government remains completely inactive against it. Nothing remains for   
   us to do but to defend ourselves.   
      
      
   At noon we bury our murdered comrade, Koester, in a churchyard outside   
   Berlin. Our S.A. are pale with rage and indignation.   
      
   One espies files of 'Red' murderers slinking along by the walls of   
   houses in the darkness of night. Who may it be who will have to pay   
   with his life, this time? It is enough to drive one mad.   
      
   A group of S.A. men coming from the funeral is fired upon out of the   
   Vorwaerts building. Two seriously injured.   
      
   The 'Red' mob has blocked the surrounding streets, so that it is   
   difficult to reach the meeting hall. But we have so thoroughly well   
   learned how to deal with a situation of this sort in Berlin during the   
   last six years, that little stops us now.   
      
   With diabolical insolence the 'Red' murder columns fall upon our   
   comrades. At Wedding we had one killed and ten seriously injured   
   again. The hospitals refuse to take in our wounded. We have erected   
   our own infirmaries, but lack the necessary funds to keep them   
   suitably equipped.   
      
   Despite the unbounded provocation these young men endure, they   
   preserve an incredible and admirable discipline. With them one can   
   achieve a revolution.   
      
   With this Government one has to go like a cat on hot bricks. Every   
   outspoken word is forbidden; one must not call a spade a spade.   
      
   We drive into Hagen quite openly, uniformed, and in open car. The   
   streets are swarming. Full of the mob and Communist rabble. They block   
   the thoroughfare so that we can neither advance nor go back. There is   
   nothing for it but to drive straight ahead at full speed and give them   
   to understand we don't care a fig for them! We dash straight through.   
   Each of us has his revolver ready and is decided to pay for his life,   
   if needs be, as dearly as possible.   
      
   The 'Red' campaign of murder is raging throughout the country. The   
   Government is inactive. Seventeen killed in a few days!   
      
   In front of the hotel the 'Red' mob is howling. The police refuse to   
   intervene   
      
   The Angriff banned again. The 'Red' murder campaign is still raging.   
   The moment we defend ourselves the Jewish Press makes a fuss.   
      
   Terrible news from Altona. The Communist assault our S.A. on the march   
   in an organized attack. Fifteen dead and fifty seriously wounded. That   
   is open civil war.   
      
   We send envoys to General Schleicher. The Government is completely   
   inactive. It's only to the 'bloody Sunday' at  Altona is to issue a   
      
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