Hermann Goring Quotes

Before the war, the domain of culture seemed to offer a haven from the increasingly hateful world of politics. Now, when I hear the word culture, I pull out the quote commonly attributed to Hermann Goring: "When I hear the word culture, I reach for my revolver.

Između Bremena i Nepala, između Beča i Singapura video sam mnogo lepih gradova, gradove na moru i gradove visoko u brdima, sa mnogih izvora sam kao hodočasnik pio, od čega je kasnije nastajao slatki otrov nostalgije. Ali najlepši grad od svih koje znam je Kalv na Nagoldu, mali, stari švapski gradić ispod Švarcvalda. Kada dođem u Kalv, idem polako od železičke stanice nadole, pored katoličke crkve, pored “Orla” i “Šumskog roga”, kroz Biskupovu ulicu pored Nagolda, pored Vajnštega ili do bara, onda preko reke i kroz donju Leder-uličicu, pa kroz jednu strmu, poprečnu, gore od trga, ispod trema većnice, pored dva jaka stara izvora, bacim pogled prema starim zgradama Latinske škole, u krčmarevoj bašti čujem kokoške kako kokodaču, okrenem se i idem ponovo nadole, pored “Jelena” i “Konjića”, a onda dugo stojim na mostu. To mi je najomiljenije mesto u gradiću, trg pored katedrale u firenci nije ništa u poređenju sa njim. Sada, kad sa lepog kamenog mosta gledam gore i dole, vidim kuće duž reke, a ne znam ko u njima živi. I kada iz jedne od njih gleda lpa devojka (kojih je u Kalvu uvek bilo), ja ne znam kako se zove. A pre trideset godina, iza svih ovih prozora nije bilo nijedne devojke i nijednog čoveka, nijedne stare žene, nijednog psa i nijedne mačke koju nisam znao. Nisu preko mosta prešla nijedna kola i nije kaskalo nijedno kljuse za koje nisam znao čiji su. A tako sam znao sve, mnoge školske drugove i njihove igre i podrugljive nadimke, pekarske radnje i njihovu robu, mesare i njihove pse, drveće, i gundelje, i ptice, i gnezda, vrste ogrozda u baštama. Upravo je zbog toga grad Kalv imao svoju jedinstvenu lepotu. Nema potrebe da ga opisujem, to stoji u skoro svim knjigama koje sam napisao. Da sam ostao u ovom lepom Kalvu, ne bi bilo potrebe da o njemu pišem. To mi nije bilo suđeno. Ali kada sada (kao što se do rata dešavalo jednom u nekoliko godina) ponovo sedim četvrt sata na ogradi mosta preko kojeg sam kao dečak hiljadu puta zabacio udicu, duboko i sa čudesnim uzbuđenjem osećam koliko je za mene lepo i značajno bilo to što sam doživeo: da sam jednom imao domovinu! da sam jednom u jednom malom mestu na Zemlji poznavao sve kuće i njihove prozore i sve ljude iza njih! Da sam drvo, još uvek bih bio tamo. Ali ne mogu da želim da se ponovi ono što je bilo. Povremeno uradim to u svojim snovima i pesmama, ali u stvarnosti ne želim. s vremena na vreme provedem po koju noć u nostalgiji za Kalvom, Ali da živim tamo, svakoga sata, danju i noću, imao bih nostalgiju za lepim, starim vremenima koja su bila pre trideset godina i koja su davno protekla ispod luka starog mosta. To ne bi bilo dobro. Za postupcima koji su učinjeni i za smrtima koje su se desile, ne treba žaliti. Samo ponekad treba da se tamo baci pogled, da se prošvrlja kroz ulicu Leder, da se četvrt sata stoji na mostu, pa makar to bilo samo u snu, pa makar i ne tako često. Herman Hese, Umetnost Dokolice (deo Domovina, 1918)

The nasty racism that infused the progressive eugenics of Margaret Sanger and others has largely melted away. But liberal fascists are still racist in their own nice way, believing in the inherent numinousness of blacks and the permanence of white sin, and therefore the eternal justification of white guilt. While I would argue that this is bad and undesirable, I would not dream of saying that today's liberals are genocidal or vicious in their racial attitudes the way Nazis were. Still, it should be noted that on the postmodern left, they do speak in terms Nazis could understand. Indeed, notions of "white logic" and the "permanence of race" were not only understood by Nazis but in some cases pioneered by them. The historian Anne Harrington observes that the "key words of the vocabulary of postmodernism (deconstructionism, logocentrism) actually had their origins in antiscience tracts written by Nazi and protofascist writers like Ernst Krieck and Ludwig Klages. The first appearance of the word Dekonstrucktion was in a Nazi psychiatry journal edited by Hermann Goring's cousin. Many on the left talk of destroying "whiteness" in a way that is more than superficially reminiscent of the National Socialist effort to "de-Judaize" German society. Indeed, it is telling that the man who oversaw the legal front of this project, Carl Schmitt, is hugely popular among leftist academics. Mainstream liberals don't necessarily agree with these intellectuals, but they do accord them a reverence and respect that often amount to a tacit endorsement.

You see, son, our business men are trading with the Germans all the time, regardless of politics. Standard Oil has a big deal regarding patent rights with I. G. Farben, the German dye trust, and so have the du Ponts. The A.E.G., the electrical trust, is in the same position, and I don’t doubt that the Hermann Goring Stahlwerke have many such understandings in America.

This magnificent city that I only knew from photographs had been devastated. The infamous submarine bunkers had been bombed, and the bunkers that survived were later dynamited. I could understand this, but why civilian houses had also been leveled and set afire by incendiary bombs was beyond me. Each British Lancaster bomber delivered up to 8,000 pounds of bomb loads each night, with as many as 1,000 bombers over the target on a given night. During these raids, this great port city was set alight like a Roman candle! American B-17 and B 24 bombers also came during the daytime. Operation Gomorrah was conducted day and night causing a howling noise as the Feuersturm firestorm sucked the air out of the city to feed itself. With surface temperatures reaching 1,400 degrees Fahrenheit, asphalt streets actually melted, leaving people trapped in the black molten gunk. Winds of 150 miles per hour fanned flames that reached an altitude of over 15,000 feet! I lost an aunt, who was a beautiful young woman in her twenties, along with her husband and baby. Her older sister also perished in the flames. They all now lie buried in a mass gravesite, which I visited in the Ohlsdorf Cemetery. The stories I heard from people who could still talk about them, without totally choking up, were unbelievable. It was said that over 50 miles of street frontage were set ablaze and totally reduced to ashes during the raids, and another 133 miles were severely damaged. An estimated 1,500 people were killed on the first night of the raids and many more were wounded. Those who survived were suddenly homeless and without possessions. The total casualties were estimated at approximately 45,000 people. At the end of it, Hitler refused to come to the city and sent Hermann Göring instead! This was never forgotten or forgiven by das volk, the people. What is it with us? Why do we as human beings have to experience war after war? It seems that we never learn and so perhaps we will have to witness even worse in the future.

The object of this book is not to show that Hitler and his confederates were saints or that National Socialism was an ideal or even a desirable form of government. Its aim is a less ambitious one—to demonstrate that the rise of National Socialism was due in the main to the blind and revengeful policy of the Allies; that National Socialism, whatever its defects, saved first Germany and later Spain from becoming bulwarks of Communism; that the Western Powers under Roosevelt’s guidance did everything possible in the pre-War years to drive the German leaders to extremes; that the Roosevelt-Churchill policy of annihilating Germany as a military power served the interests of Communism and of Communism alone; that the “war crimes” were the work of a small band of fanatics; and that the German people as a whole were guilty of nothing more criminal than of defending their country in time of war.

Only in the hearts of those who knew him with all his qualities and all his faults and recognized that willingness to sacrifice himself for his country which no human weakness could entirely conceal, in the hearts of the soldiers and workers and peasants who still speak of “our Hermann” with a sense of personal loss, no order of the International Military Tribunal can cancel the belief that Hermann Göring has received from his Creator another justice and another mercy than those which he received at the hands of his fellow men.