XPost: can.politics   
   From: mars1933@hotmail.com   
      
   On Sun, 13 Apr 2014 17:41:27 +0000 (UTC), Gerald Davis   
    wrote:   
      
   >   
   >Right-wing terrorism draws its inspiration from a variety of   
   >ideologies and beliefs, including neo-fascism, neo-Nazism,   
   >racism and opposition   
      
   Here are some quotes from Mein Kampf:   
      
   "the problem of how the future of the German nation can be secured is   
   the problem of how Marxism can be exterminated."   
      
       "The largest so-called bourgeois mass meetings were accustomed to   
   dissolve, and those in attendance would run away like rabbits when   
   frightened by a dog as soon as a dozen communists appeared on the   
   scene."   
      
   "We used to roar with laughter at these silly faint-hearted bourgeosie   
   and their efforts to puzzle out our origin, our intentions, and our   
   aims.   
         "We chose red for our posters after particular and careful   
   deliberation, our intention being to irritate the Left, so as to   
   arouse their attention and tempt them to come to our meetings--if only   
   to break them up--so that in this way we got a chance of talking to   
   the people."   
      
     "At meetings, particularly outside Munich, we had in those days from   
   five to eight hundred opponents against fifteen to sixteen National   
   Socialists; yet we brooked no interference, for we were ready to be   
   killed rather than capitulate. More than once a handful of party   
   colleagues offered a heroic resistance to a raging and violent mob of   
   Reds. Those fifteen or twenty men would certainly have been   
   overwhelmed in the end had not the opponents known that three or four   
   times as many of themselves would first get their skulls cracked. And   
   that was a risk they were not willing to run."   
      
      When Hitler marched through the streets with his Storm Troops he   
   carried a walking stick. The Reds came to oppose them and throw stones   
   and things, but when it got very bad Hitler would raise the stick.   
   This was the signal to his men to clear the streets of the Reds. And   
   soon there was not a Red left to be found.   
      
      
   >to foreigners and immigration. Incidents of this type of   
   >terrorism have been sporadic with little or no international   
   >cooperation. Their   
   >   
   >actions are generally poorly coordinated and there are few   
   >identifiable organizations. Modern right wing terrorism began   
   >to appear in western Europe in the 1980s and in eastern Europe   
   >following the collapse of the Eastern Bloc.   
      
      
     Here is a quote from "The Battle for Berlin" by Joseph Goebbels:   
      
   We had no idea of the danger that threatened us then. I myself did not   
   yet know Marxism well enough to foresee the possible consequences. I   
   shrugged my shoulders as I read the dark prose of the red press and   
   awaited expectantly the decisive evening.   
   Around 8 p.m. we drove in an old rusty car from the city center to   
   Wedding. A cold gray mist hung under a starless sky. Our hearts were   
   bursting with impatience and expectation.   
   As we drove down Müllerstraße it was already clear that the evening   
   did not bode well. Groups of dark figures stood on every street   
   corner. They apparently planned to teach our party members a bloody   
   lesson before they even got to the meeting.   
      
   Dark masses of people stood outside the Pharus Hall, expressing their   
   rage and hate with loud and impudent threats.   
      
   The leader of the protective forces cleared a way for us and reported   
   briefly that the hall had been packed since 7:15 p.m. and had been   
   closed by police. About two-thirds of the audience were Red Front   
   Fighters. That was what we wanted. There would be a decision. We were   
   ready to give it all we had.   
      
   Entering the hall, we encountered a warm, stiffling aroma of beer and   
   tobacco. The hall was hot. A lively roar of voices filled the hall.   
   People were packed in tightly. We reached the podium only with   
   difficulty.   
      
   No sooner was I recognized than hundreds of voices filled with rage   
   and revenge thundered in my ears: "Bloodhound! Murder of Workers!"   
   Those were the mildest words they shouted. But a welcoming group of   
   some party members and S.A. Men answered with passion. Excited battle   
   cries sounded from the platform. I saw immediately that we were a   
   minority, but a minority determined to fight, and therefore win.   
      
   It was still our custom then for an S.A. leader to chair all of the   
   party's public meetings. Here too. Tall as a tree he stood up front   
   and asked for silence with his upraised arm. That was easier said than   
   done. Mocking laughter was the answer. Insults flew toward the   
   platform from every corner of the room. People growled and screamed   
   and raged. There were world revolutionaries scattered about who   
   apparently had gained the courage they needed by drinking. It was   
   impossible to quiet the hall. The class-conscious proletariat had not   
   come to discuss but to fight, to break things up, to put an end to the   
   Fascist specter with callused workers' fists.   
      
   We were not uncertain, even for a moment. We also knew that if the   
   enemy did not succeed this time in what he had threatened, the future   
   success of the movement in Berlin was assured.   
      
   Fifteen or twenty S.A. and S.S. men stood before the platform in   
   uniforms and arm bands, an impudent and direct provocation to the Red   
   Front Fighters. Behind me was a select group of reliable people ready   
   at any moment to risk their lives to defend me from the onrushing red   
   mob with brutal force.   
   The Communists made an obvious mistake in their tactics. They had   
   scattered small groups throughout the hall, but clumped most of the   
   rest in the right rear of the hall. I recognized immediately that   
   there was the center of unrest, and if anything was to be done, we   
   first had to deal ruthlessly with them. Whenever the chair tried to   
   open the meeting, a dark chap stood up on a stool and shouted "Point   
   of Order!" Hundreds of others yelled the same after him.   
      
   If one takes from the mass their leader or also their seducer, they   
   are leaderless and easily controlled. Our tactic therefore was to   
   silence this cowardly troublemaker at any cost. He felt secure back   
   there, surrounded by his comrades. We tried to do this peacefully a   
   few times. The chair shouted over the uproar: "There will be   
   discussion afterward! But we determine the rules of order!"   
      
   That was an ineffective attempt at an unsuitable object. The screamer   
   wanted to throw the meeting into confusion by his endless shouts and   
   bring things to the boiling point. Then a general melee would result.   
      
   As our efforts to bring the meeting to order peacefully proved   
   unsuccessful, I took the head of the defensive forces to the side, and   
   immediately after groups of his men slipped through the thundering   
   Communist masses. Before the astonished and surprised Red Front troops   
   realized what was happening, our comrades had hauled the troublemaker   
   down from his stool and brought him through the raging crowd to the   
   podium. That was unexpected, but what followed was no surprise. A beer   
      
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