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_Otto Strasser: Hitler and I, 1940_

1923: 'Herr Hitler is a teetotaler', Gregor explained 
with a host's smile, 'He is also a vegetarian,' he added, 
with a glance almost of apprehension at his wife.
The roast had just been brought in.

'Herr Hitler will not offend me by refusing my cooking', 
my little sister in law said calmly, but at the same time 

An instinctive dislike of the guest who had been thrust 
on her was perceptible in her eyes and her whole attitude.

Else never approved of her husband's intimacy with Adolf 
Hitler. She tolerated him during the years that followed 
without ever daring to express her revulsion aloud. But 
her hostility to Herr Hitler never changed.

That day Adolf Hitler ate meat. I do not think he has ever 
done so since.

O.Strasser: Hitler and I. pp. 5,6.

I described the incident to General Luddendorf, while 
Adolf Hitler, suddenly embarrassed at having been no 
more than a corporal and having no military achievements 
of his own to boast about, enclosed himself in a hostile 

On several occasions when Luddendorff spoke to him 
he answered with a 'Yes, your Excellency', or 'Exactly, 
your Excellency.' His manner was both obsequious and 

O.Strasser: Hitler and I. p. 6.

We went into the sitting room, a dark room with heavy 
oak furniture.
The General, reclining in a leather armchair, pondered, 
a cigar between his lips.Hitler could not keep still, 
but kept pacing up and down with lowered head, no doubt 
meditating his revenge.
He suddenly turned and made a frontal attack upon me.
'Herr Strasser', he said 'I do not understand how it is 
possible for a loyal ex-officer like you to have been a 
Red leader during the Kapp putsch in March.'

O.Strasser: Hitler and I, p.7

Ever since I have got to know them, ever since I have come
to understand them, I have been unable to meet a man 
in the street without wondering whether he was a Jew or not.

O.Strasser: Hitler and I, p.10

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On the fatal day Adolf wore a frock coat, on which he 
pinned his Iron Cross. He proposed bursting into the hall 
at the head of his men while paramilitary detachments 
surrounded the building, whereupon von Kahr, before even 
beginning his speech, would be forced to surrender to the i
nsistence of the heavily armed putschists.
'He can not help joining us', Hitler said to 
Scheubner-Richter, whose mission it was to fetch 
General Luddendorf to Munich. 'Once Kahr is persuaded, 
the others will follow'.

Strong in his conviction, Adolf gravely got into the 
car that took him to the Buergerbrau.

At the entrance the young fanatic with the Iron Cross 
kept asking to speak to Governor Kahr, but the dense 
crowd refused to let him pass. He was pale and trembling 
and looked like a madman. Inside the hall the meeting 
had already begun and von Kahr had started his speech.

'Clear the vestibule!' he ordered the policeman on duty 
at the entrance. Impressed by the Iron Cross, the policeman 
obeyed. A few minutes later the Storm Troopers marched 
in. Adolf waited for them with his eyes closed and his 
hands in his pockets, where there was a revolver. He 
felt the eyes of his young men upon him, but he had not 
yet decided what to do if his coup failed and the triumvirate 
refused to march with him.

Like a maniac he burst into the hall, where three 
thousand Bavarians, seated before their beer mugs, 
were listening to the unctuous oratory of von Kahr. 
Adolf jumped onto a chair, fired his revolver at the 
ceiling and shouted his hoarse voice half-quenched 
with excitement:
'The National Revolution has begun!'

Meanwhile the Storm-troopers had followed him into 
the hall, where the beer-drinkers, dumb with astonishment, 
found themselves face to face with Hitler's revolution.

O,Strasser: Hitler and I, pp. 39, 40.

At Landsberg.: If he offered his resignation as leader of 
the Party, it was because he did not wish to be accused 
of conspiring against the State while still serving his 
term. He was still haunted by the fear of expulsion. His 
need for 'legality' increased.
O.Strasser: Hitler and I, p. 56

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Mein Kampf: Only a single chapter, if I am to believe 
Father Staempfle, who twice revised the entire manuscript, 
was really original. This was the chapter on propaganda.

Good Father Staempfle, a priest of great learning, 
editor of a paper at Miesbach, spent months rewriting 
and editing Mein Kampf. He eliminated the more flagrant 
inaccuracies and the excessively childish platitudes. 
Hitler never forgave Father Staempfle for getting to 
know his weakness so well. He had him murdered by a 
'special death squad' on the night of June 30, 1934.

O.Strasser:Hitler and I, p. 57

Hitler responds to the vibrations of the human heart 
with the delicacy of a seismograph, or perhaps with a 
wireless receiving set, enabling him, with a certainty 
with which no conscious gift could endow him, to act 
as a loudspeaker proclaiming the most secret desires, 
the least admissible instincts, the sufferings and 
personal revolts of a whole nation. But his very principle 
is negative. He only knows what he wants to destroy: 
he pulls down the walls without any idea of what he 
will build in their place. He is anti-Semitic. anti-Bolshevik, 
anti-capitalist. He denounces enemies, but knows no 
friends. He is devoid of any creative principle.
I remember one of my first conversations with him. It was 
nearly our first quarrel.

'Power!' screamed Adolf. 'We must have power!'
'Before we gain it', I replied firmly, 'let us decide what 
we propose to do with it. Our programme is too vague; 
we must construct something solid and enduring'.
Hitler, who even then could hardly bear contradiction, 
thumped the table and barked:
'Power first. Afterwards we can act as circumstances dictate.'
O.Strasser: Hitler and I, p. 62, 63

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that I desired then and there to be nothing more than a 
drummer. That for me is the highest achievement; the 
rest is vanity.'

O.Strasser: Hitler and I, p. 63

The other self-revelatory phrase was pronounced twelve 
years later, when the 'drummer' of the Revolution had 
become Chancellor and President of the Reich. It is even 
more significant than the other.

'I shall go on my way,' he said, 'with the precision of a sleep-walker'.

O.Strasser: Hitler and I, p. 64

Adolf Hitler enters a hall. He snuffs the air. For a minute 
he gropes, feels his way, senses the atmosphere....

...Next day adressing this time an audience, not of ruined 
shopkeepers, but of important industrialists, there is the 
same initial uncertainty. But a flash comes into his eyes, 
suddenly he has the feel of his audience, he has tuned in.

O.Strasser: Hitler and I, p.65

A clairvoyant, face-to-face with his public, goes into a 
trance. That is his moment of real greatness, the moment 
when he is most genuinely himself. He believes what he 
says; carried away by a mystic force, he cannot doubt the 
genuineness of his mission.

O.Strasser: Hitler and I. p.66

He began by being the Unknown Soldier who had survived the
Great War. A moving and obscure hero, he shed real tears
for his countries misfortune. Soon he discovered that his
lachrymatory glands were obliging and could be turned at will.
After that he wept to the point of excess. Next he was
Saint John the Baptist, preparing for the coming of the Messiah
then the Messiah himself, pending his appearance in the role
of Caesar. One day he realized the shattering effect of his
rages; henceforward rage and abuse were the favourite weapons
in his armoury.

O.Strasser Hitler and I, pp. 66, 67.

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Argument about Der Nationalsozialist: For half an hour 
the Fuehrer advances an untenable argument.

'But you are mistaken, Herr Hitler,' is said to him.

He fixes me with a stare and exclaimed in a fury:

'I cannot be mistaken. What I do and say is historical'. 
Then he lapsed into a profound silence. His head sank 
and his shoulders slumped. He looked [unreadable] 
exhausted by the part he had been playing.

He left without a word being said.

O.Strasser: Hitler and I, p. 57

This man who had plunged [unreadable] into war without 
blinking an eyelid, hesitates in agony over minor decisions. 
Once Gregor had to see him in connection with some minor 
detail concerning the [unreadable] storm troopers. For weeks 
Hitler excused himself on the grounds of urgent pressure 
of work. Eventually he arranged to meet my brother at a 
restaurant. The meal began well enough, but as soon as 
Gregor brought the conversation round to the point at issue, 
Hitler showed signs of discomfort and made an excuse to 
get out. He left by the side door which led from the cloakroom 
to the street, and sent his chauffeur back later in the 
evening to fetch his hat and coat.

He has fits of courage as well as of rage, but ordinarily 
he is weak, impatient, irascible, unstable, and terrified 
at the thought of endangering his health or losing control 
of his ideas. He is termed an ascetic, but the description 
fits his way of living far better than his mentality. Your 
true ascetic sacrifices the pleasure of the flesh for 
the sake of an ideal, from which he derives his strength. 
Adolf's renunciations are purely materialistic, be 
believes that meat is unhealthy, that smoking is 
poisonous, and that drink lulls one's vigilance.

O.Strasser: Hitler and I. p. 68

'A good German dictator', I suggested one day, 'should 
teach the German people to appreciate subtlety in cooking and in love.'

Hitler stared at me wide-eyed, for once at a loss for words. I added:
'A university ought to be founded for the purpose. 
Germans can't be past masters of any art without a diploma.'
For a moment I thought that Adolf was about to break into 
a torrent of words. But be stopped short. Instead, dryly, 
with the most profound contempt, he hissed through 
clenched teeth:
'You cynic! You Sybarite!'

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He liked to think of himself as an incarnation of the 
heroic conception of life, and he called my own attitude 
Bacchic. It was useless to explain to him that the gods 
of antiquity loved women and wine none the less for 
being heroes. This kind of reflection appalled Hitler, 
who always fought shy of the slightest allusion to or 
hint of suggestiveness.

O.Strasser: Hitler and I, p.69

I have known three women who played a part in the life 
of this ascetic with the perverse imagination. I was 
taken into the confidence of one of them, and it was edifying.

The first was the wife of the Berlin piano-maker, 
the famous Bechstein. Frau Bechstein was twenty 
years older than Adolf, and lavished on him an ecstatic 
and faintly maternal devotion. When he went to Berlin 
he generally stayed with her, and it was at her house 
that he met the politicians whose acquaintance he 
desired to make.

When they were alone, or occasionally in front of 
friends he would sit at his hostess' feet, lay his 
head on her opulent bosom and close his eyes, while 
her beautiful white hand caressed her big baby's hair, 
disturbing the historic forelock on the future dictator's 
brow. 'Wolfchen,' she murmured tenderly, 'mein Wolfchen'. 
(My little wolf, my little wolf)

This purely platonic affair eventually ceased to satisfy 
Adolf Hitler, who made the acquaintance of a younger and 
unquestionably more attractive female. This was the 
daughter of Hofmann, the photographer, an exceedingly 
attractive young blonde, with frank and boyish ways.

Adolescent girls are rarely discreet. Fraulein Hofmann 
chattered so freely and to such effect that one day her 
father went to demand an explanation from the seducer 
of Munich.
Hitler was not yet Chancellor of the Reich, but his 
fame was growing, and Europe was beginning to talk 
about him. The matter was soon settled. Hofmann left 
holding the exclusive world rights for Adolf Hitler's 
photographs. The complaisant father has become one 
of the richest and most respected men in Germany. In 
1933, his daughter was married to Baldur von Schirach, 
a young effeminate whom the Fuehrer loaded with 
favours and created Reich Youth leaders.

O.Strasser: Hitler and I, pp. 70,71

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One day I arranged to take her to one of the famous 
Munich masked balls. While I was dressing, Gregor 
burst into my room.
'Adolf doesn't want you to go out with Gely,' he said.
Before I had time to recover from my astonishment, 
the telephone rang. it was Hitler.
'I learn', he roared, 'that you are going out with young 
Gely this evening. I won't allow her to go out with a 
married man. I'm not going to have any of your filthy 
Berlin tricks in Munich.'

I had no choice but to submit.

Next day Gely came to see me. She was red-eyed, 
her round little face was [unreadable]. and she had 
the terrified look of a hunted beast.
'He locked me up' she sobbed. 'He locks me up every time I say no!'
She did not need much questioning. With anger, horror, 
and disgust she told me of the strange propositions 
with which her uncle pestered her.
I knew all about Hitler's abnormality. Like all others 
in the know, I had heard all about the eccentric 
practices to which Fraulein Hofmann was alleged 
to have lent herself, but I had genuinely believed 
that the photographer's daughter was a little hysteric 
who told lies for the sheer fun of it. But Gely, who 
was completely ignorant of this other affair of her 
uncle's, confirmed point by point a story scarcely 
credible to a healthy-minded man.
What could I say? What advice could I give?

Her confidences, once set flowing, were inexhaustible. 
Her uncle kept her literally isolated. She was not allowed 
to see a man. One evening, driven crazy by this treatment, 
she had yielded to the importunities of Emile Maurice, 
Hitler's chauffeur. Hitler had surprised them.
Her ear to the door, she had heard the words that 
passed between these two men, both of whom she dreaded equally.

'You'll never set foot in this house again!'
'Sack me, and I'll take the whole story to the Frankfurter Zeitung!'
The blackmail succeeded. Emile Maurice, richer 
by twenty thousand marks, set himself up in a 
watchmaker's shop in Munich.
O.Strasser: Hitler and I. pp. 71,72,73.

The privilege of addressing Hitler in the second 
person singular is reserved to this small group of 
intimates. They and a few friends call Hitler 'Adi', 
slap him on the back, and even dare to tell smutty 
stories in front of him. Hitler enjoys her company, 
for they confirm his profound conviction that man is 
essentially vile.

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     From this conviction he will never depart. It is 
typical of him that,though reading tires and bores 
him, he is thoroughly familiar with Machiavelli and 
with the anti-Machiavelli of Frederick the Great. He 
is a fervent admirer of the Florentine, whom he uses 
to defend and justify his own crimes and treachery.

0. Strasser:Hitler and I. p.75

     We have already seen that Hitler is afraid of logic. 
Like a woman, he evades the issue, and ends by throwing 
in your face an argument entirely remote from what you 
were talking about. On the other hand, give him a vague 
and nebulous generality and he is in his element. But he 
is incapable of thinking anything to its logical conclusion.

0.Strasser. Hitler and I. p.76

      It was in 1928, at his home, that I made the 
acquaintance of Gely Raubal, but this young woman 
played no part in the rooted antagonism between us.

0.Strasser. Hitler and .I.p.92

Our propaganda was admirably organized. The speeches 
of Kaufmann, Koch, Stohr, Schapke, Franzen and Groh 
were warmly applauded throughout northern Germany 
and vigorously reported in our Press.

O.Strasser. Hitler and I. p.92

     During Political Discussion Over Discontinuation Of 
Strasser's Newspaper:
"On this point we disagree" barked Hitler. He sat down 
and began rubbing his knees with a circular motion that 
grew quicker and quicker.

0. Strasser. Hitler and I. p.104

     He seized my hands, as he had done two years before. 
His voice was choked with sobs, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

0.Strasser. Hitler and I. p.105

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Two years passed, however, before my brother Paul and 
I met in Austria in the spring of 1936, and spent a few days together.

"And to think", Paul murmured one evening, "that Gregor 
once stopped Hitler from commuting suicide!"

"When was that?" I asked, not very attentively.
Paul hesitated, then continued in a low voice: "After the 
murder of his niece Gely."
At this I started.

 "Did Gregor tell you that?"
 Paul nodded.

"I swore to keep it a secret. Gregor spent three days and 
nights with Adolf, who was like a madman. Gregor told me 
he shot her during a quarrel, that perhaps he did not realize 
what he was doing. As soon as he had done it, he wanted to 
commit suicide but Gregor prevented him.

I wanted further details.
"Do you know who was there at the time of the murder, 
and how it happened?"

"I know nothing more. Gregor did not tell me any more. 
He told me this during a fit of profound  depression, and 
I kept the secret as long as he lived."

"But Paul, in 1931 Hitler was a nobody. How did he escape 
justice? Didn't Gregor tell you that?"

"An inquest was opened in Munich. The public prosecutor, 
who has lived abroad since Hitler's accession to power, 
wished to charge him with murder, but Gurtner, the 
Bavarian Minister of Justice, stopped the case. It was 
announced that Gely committed suicide."

"Gurtner again!" I exclaimed. "Always Gurtner. Did no one 
else know about it?"

Meanwhile Gurtner had become Reich Minister of Justice.
"Yes, there was someone else', Paul replied. "He was 
murdered on the same day as Gregor. You remember 
Gehrlich, the editor of the Right Way? He made a private 
investigation at the same time as the police, and 
collected overwhelming evidence against Hitler. 
Voss, Gregor's lawyer, no doubt knew all about it 
too. He had all our brother's secret papers at his 
house, but he was killed like Gehrlich."

Nine years have passed since Gely's death, six years 
have passed since a madman and a brute gave the 
signal for Germany's Saint Bartholomew.
In November, 1939, I was in Paris, where I wrote 
several articles for the Journal, mentioning Gely's 
death and Hitler's guilt.

Three days later, the editor of the _Courier d'Austriche_ called on me.

"Do you know Father Pant?" he asked.
"No." I told him, "not personally; but I know that he 
lived in Munich, and that he was the brother of the 
prelate and Senator Pant, the former leader of the 
anti-Nazis in Poland."

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"Yes," he said. Father Pant is now in exile, but he 
asks me to send you the following message, which 
I repeat verbatim:

"'It was I who buried Angela Raubel, the little Gely of 
whom Otto Strasser wrote. They pretended that she 
committed suicide; I should never have allowed a 
suicide to be buried in consecrated ground. From the 
fact that I gave her Christian burial you can draw 
conclusions which I cannot communicate to you.'"

O. Strasser:Hitler and I. pp. 201, 202, 203.

'When I used to work with him, Hess used to stop me 
at the door and say, "For Heaven's sake, don't tell him 
this", or "For heaven's sake, don't tell him that". He can't 
bear disagreeable news.'

O.Strasser: Hitler and I. p.222

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