Relics & Icons

When at the close of the Second World War our enemies sought to expunge every trace of Hitler’s movement they surely went all-out. Murdering the top leadership, ruining the lives of the lower ranks and generally terrorizing the general population. Think of it. An entire, great nation taken captive and forcibly separated from its own, natural leadership with an alien, enemy collaborationist regime installed over their heads. With still more land stolen from them and more dead after the war than during it. Plus the false stigma of “criminality” attached to them.

Landmarks such as the Berghof at Berchtesgaden, the New Chancellery in Berlin, the Court of Honor in Munich and countless other significant structures all the way down to individual graves vandalized, desecrated and erased. And then up until now all the many volumes of lies and distortions regarding the period which have passed for “history”. The banning of the use of the Swastika but not the Hammer and Sickle, etc. and the illegalization of the publication or distribution of Hitler’s book, “Mein Kampf”.

To anyone who has familiarized himself with the Old Scriptures, all of this sounds very Herodian. But that didn’t work then and this isn’t working now. The source has been the same just as has been the target and the goal, except upon a far grander scale. Christ said it was won back then but it would have been difficult if not impossible for any “normal” person there and then to see or accept that. Two thousand years later we can plainly see that one more great cycle of civilization had just had its roots laid by that sacrifice.

But that cycle has now played itself out, just as the Scripture had even then predicted it would. All things do.

It’s tough today – but not as tough as it was fifty or so years ago – to imagine that a new future had its roots laid in the ashes of Berlin and in the blood of countless martyrs. 1 am convinced that it had. There are questions and there are doubts about exactly how this new future and this new cycle of civilization are going to be realized and find its way but, really, the challenges we face today are no worse at all than those our distant ancestors faced then. If this were not to be the case then I’m afraid that this planet and whatever destiny may have been intended for it are through. And the evidence from throughout all history does not support that.

I could go into ancient iconography but I think by now most everybody has begun to get my point. Reliquaries which usually contained fragments of bodies, etc. Happily, we’re not into that nowadays.

However, there has existed since the end of the Second World War – and growing ever since – a veritable ARMY of Third Reich collectors. What are these pieces of history other than relics? And what could be the motivation of those who, today, are spending serious fortunes to obtain them? To be sure, there were forgers and falsifiers way back in time “creating” relics to be sold to pious worshippers. It is the same today. More of this old Third Reich stuff is in existence today than there was during the time of the Reich. So one needs to be careful. Still it all presents strong evidence of a phenomenon which shouldn’t be overlooked.

Dr. William Pierce was outspoken in his disapproval of our – as movement activists – spending our precious time and money in the pursuit of collecting Third Reich memorabilia. Better, he declared, to put it all toward advancing the cause by spreading the word. Hard to argue with that position. Never would I ever presume to argue against Dr. Pierce. No. I simply went ahead and began to accumulate my own Third Reich collection in the same year that I joined the movement. I’m forever glad that I did because today the same collection would be far out of the financial reach of the average person. Back in that day the getting was still very good.

Then too, around the Arlington headquarters back then, such things as “collectors” were generally frowned upon with regard even to the picking up of A.N.P. relics. “Backward looking”, perhaps. But I was a born collector and a collector must collect. Once more, I’m damned glad that I did because then and there was the optimal place for it. I don’t view the internet but I’m told that even these items – paper publications – are off the charts in their pricing.

But money was never the issue for me. A true collector does it out of love. Today I am shown these things – Third Reich and A.N.P. – on the internet, together with their astronomical costs, and two things come over me: One, I’m glad I had what I had; And, two, it’s all out there, more than I ever dreamed or imagined, and one day it’ll all come back together when the time is right. For now, anybody who’d pay that kind of money can be trusted to TAKE CARE OF the items in question. And so it’s pretty clear that all the frenzied efforts on the part of the destroyers and vandals have been largely in vain.

For anyone not a collector, it’s somewhat difficult to convey the kind of thrill, pleasure and joy that accompanies the acquisition of a new piece to the collection. Why, it suddenly brings the entire collection back to a new freshness and life. I learned a lot of German language and a lot of movement history in the process of this. I put together a reference library on the subject and became expert to the degree that, ultimately, the dealers would come to me any time they got hold of a piece which they themselves could not identify.

I was never any kind of a sports person. Hunting, even fishing turned me off because I am such an animal lover. Such things as golf I positively couldn’t fathom or get into. But now I understand that the most of it was but an excuse for just GETTING OUT THERE on a fine day and having a great time at what one has become proficient at to some extent. It was just the same for me in my forty years of collecting Third Reich. There was a monthly gun show in the next county from where most of my stuff eventually came from. And this event to me – and my participation in it – was for that span of time what seemed to be life’s higher purpose.

“Beautiful” and “exciting” are the terms some non-collectors and non-believers would term the collection when seeing it. You judge for yourself by the accompanying illustrations.

An old high school chum very recently told me that that gun show no longer is being held. Very sad. For the first year after I had left Ohio, I was so home sick that the thought kept crossing my mind that, following my death, I would wish for my heart to be buried at the Fayette County Fair Grounds where the gun show was held.

My first two pieces were a pair of Wehrmacht breast patches won in a card game in 1966. My final piece was what is commonly known as the “Iron Half-Moon”, actually a Turkish award from World War One but which is not uncommonly seen on German Third Reich Uniforms which I obtained in 2004. Each piece, as you can tell, is a souvenir which carries a memory. That’s also part of being a collector.

I still retain those pieces along with enough of the rest so as to make me appear like a collector generally ahead of the majority. But in the year 2004 I sold the bulk of the collection and gave the money to my wife at the time in order to get her set up in life. (A thing I was never able to do for myself until I at last achieved a certain age.) For a couple of years I was heartsick over the loss but today I am proud and happy that I took this course of action. After all, what was I going to do with it all? Die with it? And then what? No. I know that, as stated before, it is all still out there, in safe hands, ready to make its comeback when the time is perfectly right. And I am perfectly satisfied.

Collectors, perhaps. Museum keepers, no.

Should any of us – all but the wealthiest – have aspirations of becoming competitive museum keepers, we are foredoomed to falling flat against the competition. Let us rather accept that that end of things is well under control. And then let us go onward to do what only we can do and minus any genuine competition: That is, to put forward Hitler’s movement. Only then will these relics of today, just as with the relics of old, assume the real value and dignity for which so many of our good people died.