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organization. Its political concerns were far from
compatible with my objectives, but at least I was to be reimbursed for all the
trips I made for them, and that made me freer to travel.
I could see
how far I had come since the OFA had fired me. Single handed, my fist my only
weapon, I had taken by storm the smallest of the five West German political
organizations. I could, therefore, press on toward a moral goal that might have
been neglected by political forces that were by no means negligible.
My
first speech in Bonn that evening certainly bore no resemblance to the kind of
speeches the extreme leftists were accustomed to hearing. They must have
wondered what kind of high protection I had in East Berlin if I talked there as
I did to them.
"Whenever I am asked to speak, even to audiences not of
the left, I appeal to ethics, for I believe in morality in politics. I believe
that every German, whether of the East or the West, has inherited the good and
the bad that Germany has bequeathed him. Every German has a duty to assume that
honor and that liability, and I do not call him a good citizen who thinks he
need not be concerned with his country's past because he was born too late . .
. . We Germans have duties and moral obligations in respect to our past . . . .
The task incumbent on all who want a new Germany, a peaceful Germany, and a
Germany deserving of the respect of other nations, is to create a genuinely
socialist state.
"In the forthcoming elections my role will be to say
all over Germany, and face-to-face with Kiesinger, what healthy Germans think
of him and of what he stands for. This is not going to be a battle for a
certain percentage of the votes in my district, but open defiance on a national
scale."
The meeting was at the full and the audience was listening
attentively to the ADF president when suddenly the door flew open and in burst
Arno, his pants down to his ankles, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Mama,
I've got to do poopoo!" I had to leave the Congress to attend to much more
urgent business.
February 20. I was off to the Congress of the
National Democratic Party (NPD) of neo-Nazis in Bayreuth.
If that party
were to get five percent of the votes in the coming September elections, it
could win a seat in the Bundestag. The anti fascists had only one means of
blocking them: compelling them to strip off the veil of respectability behind
which they were trying to conceal their true nature.
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