From: mars1933@hotmail.com   
      
   Quotes from Dr. Joseph Goebbels:   
      
     The historical revolution which, beginning on January 30, 1933,   
   wrought itself out thenceforth in the public life of the Reich before   
   the eyes of the world, has a significance and bearing not immediately   
   to be plumbed and measured. This event rightly bears the name of the   
   German revolution, for it has to do, indeed, with a revolution in   
   values, with the overthrow of an entire world of thought which up to   
   that date had been accepted as a matter of course by the German   
   people.   
      
   That which yesterday was paradox, had become a triviality today.   
   Things unthinkable, chimerical but a few months ago, are become today   
   mere matters of course, about which no one makes any further ado.   
      
   It was seldom that the men around Adolf Hitler elected to fight the   
   adversary with his own weapons. They knew only too well they could not   
   put a stop to the campaign of lies in the Press by doing so.   
      
   Quotes from Goebbels diary:   
      
      A well-known officer of high rank, with redoubtable World War   
   record, had scruples whether or not to come over to us. The glaring   
   injustice of our great meeting at the Sportpalast being officially   
   prohibited, put the idea into his head.   
      
     If things go on like this, we may predict a great success. Bit by   
   bit we shall force Marxism to its knees.   
      
    Another S.A. man shot in Berlin. Public indignation is at the boiling   
   point. Some time or other it will boil over.   
      
   Back to Munich by night in a dense fog. The Berlin Press lies till   
   all's blue. Every time a S.A. man is killed, it declares the victim   
   and not the murderer is guilty!   
      
     The Berlin Press is insupportable. It is beginning to asperse our   
   private life without a glimmer of truth in it's assertions.   
      
   Thousands of people awaiting us at the station at Chemnitz. We have   
   entirely conquered this city. A marvelous parade of the S.A. And that   
   in what used to be 'Red Chemnitz'. I remember with a shudder the year   
   1925, when I spoke here.   
     During a riotous meeting at the Marmorpalast we had one dead and one   
   hundred and fifty seriously injured. The Communists had occupied three   
   quarters of the hall, and we were in a hopeless minority. That was the   
   beginning; today these 'Red Fortresses' are at our feet.   
      
   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.   
      
   Reading a pamphlet written by a Democrat on 'Hitler's Way'. It is   
   beneath notice. The bourgeois world does not, and surely cannot,   
   understand us. Its arguments always just miss the essentials of the   
   Movement.   
      
    The Jew Weiss has prohibited me from speaking in public on account of   
   my demeanor, recently, in Court. The right of free speech seems to   
   depend in this most liberal of all Democracies on a certificate of   
   conduct to be given by the Headquarters of the Police.   
   May the day come when we enter the Headquarters of the Police, knock   
   on a Jew's door, and inform him that his day is over!   
      
   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 Prussian Ministry of the interior has extended the muzzling order   
   against me to include the whole of Prussia.   
      
   I consult a lawyer in order to transfer my library to another person's   
   name. Who knows if a bailiff will not suddenly turn up and confiscate   
   it, because in the eyes of the Government it might be of assistance in   
   preparing a revolution.   
      
   When the history of our time comes to be written later on, the valiant   
   deeds of the S.A. are worthy of being placed side by side with the   
   most heroic achievements of our people.   
      
   In the afternoon I talk over the final plan for the coming campaign   
   with the Leader. He is splendid to work with, and belongs to those few   
   who, once having given their confidence, leave one to carry on freely   
   by oneself, untrammeled. In the same way as he claims authority for   
   himself, he accords the right of authority to everybody to whom, in   
   their turn, it is necessary. The hostile Press depicts him quite   
   falsely and gives rise to a very erroneous idea of him. There is   
   nobody in the world less qualified for the role of tyrant than Hitler.   
      
   These brave old companions have led National Socialism in Berlin   
   victoriously against all obstacles. Once this 'Red' bulwark (Berlin)   
   is taken, and the Capital of the Reich reconquered for German   
   Nationality we shall have them to thank for it.   
   One can well understand that they are proud of having fought on our   
   side from the beginning. It required very real patriotism at that time   
   to espouse a seemingly hopeless cause for no sake but its own.   
      
   Off and on a bourgeois crosses our path, who is unable to understand   
   the present situation. He uses arguments that merely enter one ear and   
   go out the other. It is useless trying to discuss things with him.   
      
   The moment Willikins begins to read a couple of sentences written by   
   me at the end of his address, a police officer rises to close the   
   meeting. He is answered by a wild and deafening hooting.   
      
   They seem unable to grasp that we really embody something essentially   
      
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