Operation Züchtigung

Berlin, Gau Groß-Berlin, Großdeutsches Reich, 19. Mai 1943

Dr. Goebbels said, “It’s about time!”

He had been taken to “protective custody” after the catastrophic death of the Führer. There were rumors. Now here was this lawyer from the army, what was his name?

“Schlabrendorff.”

“Very well, Herr Schlabrendorff. There is much to be done.” He would have to mobilize the nation for Total War, ruthlessly pursue the Aktion against the Jews, and persuade Lida Baarova to come back, to the Chancellor’s bed.

“Indeed. But not by you.”

“What!?”

“Count yourself fortunate you will get to stand trial for impeding the war effort. Your colleague Telschow will not have that good fortune. For that offense, Herr Noske, the new Statthalter of Hannover, had him taken down to a canal and shot, like Rosa and Karl.”

For the first time in his life, Josef Goebbels had nothing to say.


Hauptquartier des Großergeneralstab, Zossen, Staat Brandenburg, Deutsches Reich, 19. Mai 1943

Heinz Guderian was a happy man, even if he had his doubts about the new government. Zeitzler had been named Chief of the Greater General Staff because he never told Hitler any bad news, and now that was no longer a factor. Now he was Chief, and a Field-Marshal as well. And given his orders. Which he was passing on to his commanders.

“Herr Generalfeldmarschall von Manstein, who do you recommend as Commander of Army Group South?”

“I am being relieved?”

“You cannot be Supreme Commander East and an army group commander at the same time.”

Manstein smiled. “Very well. How about Generalfeldmarschall Rommel, here?”

“Not possible. He will be Supreme Commander West.”

Now Rommel smiled.
 
Palazzo Venezia, Roma, Regno d’Italia, 20 maggio 1943

“The German Supreme Commander South, Duce!”

Mussolini looked . . . deflated. Kesselring saluted, then they proceeded to the Duce’s private office. They were silent for a moment, then Mussolini said, “I offer my condolences to the German people over the loss of their Führer, and to your service over the loss of your commanding officer, Signor Göring.”

Kesselring made a face. He had wanted the position, but it had been awarded to Milch, temporarily he hoped. Enough. “Duce, I have come here to discuss the prospects of the war.”

“What is there to discuss! They are going to invade Sicily! At any time!”

Kesselring shook his head, “Not according to our latest information. We have definite documentation from a British courier that they will be landing in Sardinia and Greece. I am reinforcing both points, but will require greater committment from the Italian government.”

“What of it? I cannot sail the fleet I have, and the French have destroyed theirs, so I cannot take it over. The Americans and British are gaining the upper hand, and they will be able to land anywhere — Sicily, Sardinia, Greece, or even Southern France!

“But Sicily is the obvious place! It is within reach of their planes, the shortest voyage for their soldiers!”

The discussion went on for some time, ending with a pledge to send more Italian troops to Sardinia.


That night, around midnight, the Duce’s son-in-law came to visit.

He got his orders: “Go to Spain. Quickly. By the speediest route. Speak with the British Ambassador, Hoare I believe it still is? He was not unsympathetic. Find their terms. Be quick, the Germans are moving ever more troops into Italy. Hitler was at least friendly but I fancy this new government is no friend of Fascism. We must save what we can.”

When Ciano was gone the Duce put his head in his hands and damned himself. He had known the Americans would come in, that they were too strong! And now it looked as if the Germans would throw him to the wolves.
 
Altreichskanzlei, Wilhelmstraße, Mitte, Berlin, Deutsches Reich, 22 Mai. 1943

There was still fighting going on in the country. Deprived of leadership, the SS writhed like a snake with a broken back. The SA was lost, its Stabschef in prison. The Army was holding out for now, with calls for “preventing a stab in the back”.

The Nazi Party had been banned. They were the new Dolchstoßlegende perpetrators, officially. But there were too many of them, and arresting every member would mean the whole Army would be tied up guarding them, and the country would come to a halt

The new government was fortunate. Yet another one of their many plans had failed, as if the hand of God was protecting the Antichrist. They had laid their plans to take control once the magic charm was broken, and had hastily discarded them when a greater charm had protected the Führer. Then an English bomb had blown him away.

Goerdeler, the new Chancellor, refused to enter the new Chancellery. The maintenance staff was ripping off swastikas and other Nazi imagery, but he would not sit at Adolf’s desk.

He was meeting now with von Hassell, his Foreign Minister. Hassell also refused to use the official office of his office. The rooms stank of Ribbentrop, even though the man was among the many in Spandau Prison.

“What is the result of our peace emissaries?”

“The Soviets, in Stockholm, are demanding a withdrawal from all Soviet territories, and admitting the Red Army into Poland and the Balkans.

“The Americans are not talking at all.

“The British are officially not talking, but I was given a private message for you personally.”

Goerdeler felt unwell. “Let me see it. And be prepared to report to the Cabinet meeting at two.”

Alone, he sat at his desk, then, with immense trembling opened the little envelope. The message was brief.

Lieutenant-Colonel Claude Dansey said:
My dear Agent X:

It is pleasant to be able to communicate with you again. If you can name a go-between who can represent you in further messages, it would make our conversation ever so much more convenient.

Colonel Z
 
The White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, District of Columbia, USA, May 25, 1943

It was time for a fireside chat. The President sat by the microphones, waiting for his cue. There it was.

“My friends. You have heard of the merited death of the Nazi tyrant in a bombing raid. Nevertheless, his successors remain the same people who planted the seeds of Nazi power. Let me assure you that we will not permit the mistakes of the last war to be repeated but will pursue the war to its necessary end, an unconditional, total, and absolute surrender of the Germans, so that they will have brought home to them the folly of their war. The warmakers will be removed from power, the militarists will be relegated to farm labor or reconstruction of the world they have so wantonly laid waste.

“Germany will be demilitarized, deindustrialized, dissected. The neighboring countries will be rewarded with the fatted territory of their invader. . .”


US Highway 301, Maryland, USA, May 25, 1943

Ostensibly, Churchill was touring the Naval Academy, during this break from the conference. The car driving him back from Annapolis had an unusual passenger. “So Colonel Dansey has entered into communication with his Agent X.”

The little man, William S. Stephenson, had received a Most Secret message from London. He said, “Yes. The chancellor is a desperate man, clutching at straws.”

“And what of the nature of his government?”

“It contains representatives of the Weimar parties, from the Social Democrats to the Nationalists and Center Party. The only military man in it is the Secretary of the Armed Forces, and he is a recognised conspirator himself. The President, General Beck, has had differences with the Chancellor over the restoration of the monarchy.

“There are many Social Democrats in the local administrations. The Governor of Hanover, for example, Minister Noske.”

“Ah yes, the dreaded Butcher of Berlin, who directed the massacre of the Communist rebels.” The prime minister took a drag from his cigar. “Indeed, we must step carefully. The submarine peril has ceased, for the moment, and air raids have come to an end.

“We must march in unison with the Americans, while bringing the deficiencies of their visions and ideas to notice. We cannot leave a power vacuum in Central Europe, for all that an unrestrained German military has brought conflict to the world. A surrender is needful, yet one that does not leave Europe helpless before the Soviet horde.”
 
Trondheim, Norway, 28 Mai 1943

“Weigh.”

The anchor chains rattled as they were hoisted in. Belowdecks on the Tirpitz, the boilers were at full blast, making the engine rooms comfortably warm. Admiral Schniewind looked around.

The Admiral Hipper was also raising anchor, as were the escorting destroyers. Schniewind would get his flotilla out of port, joining up with Admiral Krancke’s flotilla coming down from the ill-omened harbor of Narvik – the Lützow and Admiral Scheer along with six more destroyers.

The Scharnhorst was finishing repairs and would have to leave, hopefully before the Norwegians took the ship. Down in Gotenhafen, the refit and work on the Gneisenau was proceeding.

The destroyer flotilla began navigating the channel out to sea.


U-515, Off Sierra Leone, 28 Mai 1943

Kapitanleutnant Henke looked at the deciphered order, shrugged his shoulders, and said, ‘Prepare to return to base.”

Leutnant z.S. Niemeyer, the 1WO, looked at him in the crimson light of the submarine. It was a stifling tube, and the captain wore his white-topped uniform cap and shorts. Most of the men dispensed with the cap; some dispensed with the shorts.

The patrol had been successful; they had sunk four ships in two days at the beginning of the month. There had been rumors . . . and now, there was a message from the BdU, from Godt, the successor of Onkel Karl.

They had been on patrol for three months. It was getting hard; the enemy had more and more of those damnable little carriers. One had to try to pick off ships sailing independently It wasn’t like when the Americans had come into the war, but hadn’t been prepared for it.

“Why are we going back to base?”

“I have no idea. Maybe with the death of the Führer, the westerners will relent, and let us concentrate on the Reds.”

The U-boat turned her bow to the northwest. Once they got out of range of Africa, they might be able to spend an hour or two during the the day on the surface, and the men could resume their acquaintance with sunlight as well as fresh air.
 

Tyr Anazasi

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For the Germans it doesn't make sense to give up any nation they occupied BEFORE they got a deal with the Allies! Indeed Norway and France were the most important to keep. In Norway the fleet would be able press on the Allied convoys, even only as fleet in being. And France is obvious. If the Germans retreated, the Allies would march in. Also these nations are bargaining chips for a peace deal. Especially after the Entente betrayal after ww1, when they promised the Germans in November 1918 a peace on the base of Wilson's points, one can't do anything else.
 
It seems that the German leadership thinks that it needs to demonstrate that it's serious about making a break with the Nazi past, that it needs to demonstrate good faith for it to be taken seriously.

FDR's attitude suggests that they're right. And yet it may still not be enough.
 

Tyr Anazasi

Banned
The problem is they can't prove it this way. And knowing FDR it is nearly impossible. It is IMO more probable to make peace with Stalin than with FDR.
 
Headquarters, Steppe Front, Red Army of Workers and Peasants, Prokhorovka. R.S.F.S.R, U.S.S.R., 1 iyunya 1943

“GLORY GLORY GLORY TO THE GREAT STALIN, THE FIRST MARSHAL OF WORLD COMMUNISM!!” Marshal Konev ended the speech.

“URRRA! URRRA! URRRA!” the massed staff officers responded.

After all, there were several officers of the NKGB present, and who knew how many officers of SMERSH? Best to praise officaldom appropriately.

The officers would transmit the orders, and within the hour, Operation Polkovodets Rumyantsev would begin, smashing the fascist lines and liberating Kharkov and Belgorod. The attack had been moved up in order to bring about a great victory and force the fascists to the negotiating table.


Hauptquartier, OB Ost, Smolensk, UdSSR, 1. Juni 1943

“The Soviets are undertaking two offensives; one in the South, here —” He pointed to the front near Belogrod, “and one in the north, here —” Now he pointed at Orel. Manstein straightened up and looked over his staff.

“At Orel, Kluge is to fall back to the Hagen line and then strike back against the enemy. In the south, Heinrici will do likewise, there being more open space for such a backhand blow to develop.

“We will conduct a mobile defense and absorb the enemy’s assaults, using up his reserves at high cost to him. Stalin’s hordes will burn themselves out and we will trade space for time. It burns that we cannot achieve any sort of victory, but the Ju —” [The chief of staff, General von Tresckow, coughed] “Bolsheviks are too well entrenched. We can at least break their power.”


US Seventh Army Headquarters (Designate), Tunis, Tunisia, June 1, 1943

“Monty has gone and got into Ike’s head again and we are not going to land around Palermo. Instead, we will land on the south coast of the island and push the Krauts and Ites back into Italy proper!”

General Patton was keeping up a public face. There was a secondary plan called RANKIN SOUTH the staff in England was working on, calling for an emergency move to the Italian mainland, should certain negotiations in Madrid come off. With Italians one never knew until it happened, and perhaps not even then.
 
Bletchley Park, Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire, England, UK, 3rd June 1943

The interpreters sat around a table, looking at the latest set of decryptions. “They need more aeroplanes in Russia, but no units are being transferred,” one said.

“They have ceased offensive operations over the Channel, but are shifting units to the defense of the Reich — here, here, and here,” another said.

The RAF evaluators debated long into the night over the meaning of this reallocation.


No. 10, Downing Street, Westminster, London, England, United Kingdom, 4th June 1943

“We are caught in a maze of perilous alternatives,” the Prime Minister began. “The new German government are eliminating the structure and leaders of the Naazi party, and yet there is enough of that vile belief yet infecting the German polity that they cannot entirely be trusted, in spite of the many representations of the leaders.

“Our American ally is pressing to treat them as though the Naazi Party yet held power, though even there they have divisions. The American opposition party is calling for a negotiated peace, and their intelligence chief General Donovan claims to have connexions with significant leaders of the new government and is pressing for the like.

“The Soviet government continues its military offensives on their front, aiming at the liberation of their lands, yet while calling angrily for a common front for unconditional surrender, is negotiating for terms itself.

“The German alliance is fragmenting. Hungary and Roumania are withdrawing their arms, no doubt to employ them against each other. As for Italy . . .

“The occupied countries are restless. The Resistance in France, the Partisans in Jugo-slavia, are gathering their troops and preparing for a war of liberation.

“For the moment, therefore, we must plan for a variety of events, all so contradictory as to be close to being mutually exclusive.”

He shifted position, picked up another sheet of paper, and said, “Now, as for the front in Burmah. The failures in the recent offensive in the Arakan have demonstrated a certain weakness in the Indian Eastern Army The current reorganisation of the command should prove helpful in preparing for the next offensive, which it is to be hoped will at least make a new and diverting set of mistakes, instead of the same old ones.”
 
“We will conduct a mobile defense and absorb the enemy’s assaults, using up his reserves at high cost to him. Stalin’s hordes will burn themselves out and we will trade space for time. It burns that we cannot achieve any sort of victory, but the Ju —” [The chief of staff, General von Tresckow, coughed] “Bolsheviks are too well entrenched. We can at least break their power.”

Won't work. Soviet operational methodology at this point had developed the counter to a backhand blow as a response to 3rd Kharkov: multiple spearheads advancing in parrallel and capable of offering mutual support. If one spearhead is attacked on the flank, the parallel spearhead can divert and strike the counter-attacking enemy in their own flank or just keep going and cut the whole thing off.

Best case for the Germans: they manage to fight the Soviet offensive to a standstill, and suffering heavy losses for it (even at Third Kharkov, Manstein was unable to prevent his forces from taking massive losses that rendered them skeletons), roughly in the area they chose to counter-attack, but are unable to actually retake all of the land they've lost. The Soviets pause for a month to replace their losses and then resume the assault. The Germans, lacking the material and manpower resources of the Soviets, won't be able to recuperate in time.
 

Tyr Anazasi

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The situation at the Eastern Front can be described as "hopeless, but not critically". Hopeless, as a "win" there is in no way possible. The "winning" can only be making a separate peace with the Soviets. This is possible though, if Manstein can beat the Soviets like he did earlier like at Kharkov. There 52 (!) Soviet army divisions effectively ceased to exist. If he can do so again, what is possible, like Model showed during Bagration or even in the battle of Bautzen, although to a far lower level. Still as the German tactics were still superior, it is possible to convince Stalin to agree to a separate peace.

Then an unconditional surrender is highly unlikely.
 
Palacio de Santa Cruz, Madrid, Estado Español, 9 de Julio 1943

Sir Samuel Hoare, His Majesty’s Ambassador to Spain, signed the paper, then handed it to the American General. “Here are the terms of the Italian surrender.”

General Dwight Eisenhower, Allied Supreme Commander Mediterranean, looked at it and made a face. “So we have to let Mussolini ‘escape’ to Spain. I can imagine what a furor this will kick up in Congress.”

“General, the Duce could not be expected to hand himself over to be hanged, or lynched by a Communist mob!” said Francisco Gómez-Jordana y Sousa, the Ministro de Asuntos Exteriores.

“Alas, we do not live in the era of the Roman Empire, where a leader could so offer himself up!” cried Conte Galeazzo Ciano, Ministro degli Esteri.


Aeroporto di Roma — Ciampino, Roma, Regno d’Italia, 10 Giugno 1943

The C-47 taxied to a stop. Uniformed flunkies rolled a staircase to the door, and a man in baggy greenish garb, wearing a helmet and carrying a carbine, appeared in the door. He disembarked, followed closely by a stream of similarly-accoutered men who fanned out to secure the parameter. Behind them, several more American airplanes landed, and began disgorging sticks of paratroopers, unaccustomed to jumping quite so close to the ground. The first man headed directly towards a gorgeously-uniformed man with a chestload of medals, enough gold braid to add significantly to this new depository somewhere in the Appalachian hills, and a crease in his trousers sharp enough to shave with. “Generale Carboni? I am General Taylor, here with the 82nd Airborne Division to undertake the defense of Rome. What is the status of the German troops —”

“No, no! I am teniente Vittorio Evangelista, the Generale’s emissary. If you will follow me to the headquarters building, I will telephone the generale and inform him of your arrival!”


Headquarters, U.S. 7th Army, Genzano di Roma, Regno d’Italia, June 11, 1943

“Well, here we are, halfway to nowhere,” General George S. Patton announced. The landing had been that morning, after a nighttime voyage in which they weren’t sure whether there would be resistance or not. The German troops were mainly in the south, or in Sicily facing that worthless laggard Montgomery, and he might get there by Christmas. Christmas 1955. He bellowed, “That goddam limey Alex told me to be careful and not go past the Alban Hills on the first day, and crocked up the goddam logistics to make sure I couldn’t do it. Our goddamn allies are as worthless as the goddam Italians.”


Malta, 12th June 1943

BE PLEASED TO INFORM THEIR LORDSHIPS THAT THE ITALIAN BATTLEFLEET NOW LIES AT ANCHOR UNDER THE GUNS OF THE FORTRESS OF MALTA.
 
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Palacio de Santa Cruz, Madrid, Estado Español, 9 de Julio 1943

Sir Samuel Hoare, His Majesty’s Ambassador to Spain, signed the paper, then handed it to the American General. “Here are the terms of the Italian surrender.”

General Dwight Eisenhower, Allied Supreme Commander Mediterranean, looked at it and made a face. “So we have to let Mussolini ‘escape’ to Spain. I can imagine what a furor this will kick up in Congress.”

“General, the Duce could not be expected to hand himself over to be hanged, or lynched by a Communist mob!” said Ramon Serrano Suñer, the Ministro de Asuntos Exteriores.

“Alas, we do not live in the era of the Roman Empire, where a leader could so offer himself up!” cried Conte Galeazzo Ciano, Ministro degli Esteri.


Aeroporto di Roma — Ciampino, Roma, Regno d’Italia, 10 Giugno 1943

The C-47 taxied to a stop. Uniformed flunkies rolled a staircase to the door, and a man in baggy greenish garb, wearing a helmet and carrying a carbine, appeared in the door. He disembarked, followed closely by a stream of similarly-accoutered men who fanned out to secure the parameter. Behind them, several more American airplanes landed, and began disgorging sticks of paratroopers, unaccustomed to jumping quite so close to the ground. The first man headed directly towards a gorgeously-uniformed man with a chestload of medals, enough gold braid to add significantly to this new depository somewhere in the Appalachian hills, and a crease in his trousers sharp enough to shave with. “Generale Carboni? I am General Taylor, here with the 82nd Airborne Division to undertake the defense of Rome. What is the status of the German troops —”

“No, no! I am teniente Vittorio Evangelista, the Generale’s emissary. If you will follow me to the headquarters building, I will telephone the generale and inform him of your arrival!”


Headquarters, U.S. 7th Army, Genzano di Roma, Regno d’Italia, June 11, 1943

“Well, here we are, halfway to nowhere,” General George S. Patton announced. The landing had been that morning, after a nighttime voyage in which they weren’t sure whether there would be resistance or not. The German troops were mainly in the south, or in Sicily facing that worthless laggard Montgomery, and he might get there by Christmas. Christmas 1955. He bellowed, “That goddam limey Alex told me to be careful and not go past the Alban Hills on the first day, and crocked up the goddam logistics to make sure I couldn’t do it. Our goddamn allies are as worthless as the goddam Italians.”


Malta, 12th June 1943

BE PLEASED TO INFORM THEIR LORDSHIPS THAT THE ITALIAN BATTLEFLEET NOW LIES AT ANCHOR UNDER THE GUNS OF THE FORTRESS OF MALTA.

Serrano its no longer foreing affairs minister in 1943, he was removed in september 9th 1942. The minister is Count Jordana a pro-allied general. Even more Hoare distasted and distrusted Serrano so that agreement its not plausible while Serrano were in officce.
 
Stalag VIII-F, Lamsdorf, Schliesen, Deutschland, 15. Juni 1943

“What is the problem with the prisoners?” Major Strik-Strickfeldt said.

“Overeating,” the new camp commandant replied. “Since the new government has changed policy and ordered the Reds to be treated by Geneva Convention standards, the death rate from starvation has dramatically declined. But many of them have learned to survive, and the result is that too many are overeating Their systems can’t handle the food.”

“That’s a pity. The Herr General Wlassow will be here next week to give a recruitment lecture for the Russian Liberation Army.”

“Well, that should solve my problem, once they all join up.”

“All? After all we’ve done to them?”

“You should hear what the Bolsheviks did to their families.”


STAVKA, Kremlin, Moscow, RSFSR, USSR, 16 iyunya 1943

“Operation Polkovodets Rumyantsev is everywhere triumphant! The fascist invaders are being crushed by the glorious Red Army! Demoralized fascists are surrendering in masses, and will be dispatched to Main Administration of Corrective Labor Camps for rebuilding of Soviet lands! GLORY GLORY GLORY TO THE GREAT STALIN, THE FIRST MARSHAL OF WORLD COMMUNISM!!!”

Stalin looked at the map and smiled. Ordinarily that would have meant a new purge, with the GULag receiving massive new drafts of former party members not quite up on the new revolutionary about-turn, along with traitors, Trotskyists, wreckers, agents of foreign intelligence, and other betrayers from the masses.


Hauptquartier, OB Ost, Smolensk, UdSSR, 17. Juni 1943

“The Bolshevik southern thrust has collapsed — here,” the staff officer said, pointing to a location east of Belogrod. “The use of flak guns as anti-tank weapons devastated their tank spearheads, and the infantry counterattacked with some noteworthy success.”

“What about the northern attack?” Manstein said.

“There the losses are more balanced, but Kluge is falling back in good order. He estimates that the counteroffensive can begin soon, now that supplies can be shifted from Army Group South. We are losing space but the enemy is losing too.”
 
I'm rolling my eyes. German infantry weren't even strong enough to defend against Soviet thrusts without copious panzer support by 1943 and you're telling me they managed to launch a counter-attack with success? How did the Germans manage to get those FlaK guns into just the right place, at just the right time, at just the right moment, when they have practically no intelligence on where and when the Soviet attack was coming from and going? Where did they get the trucks to rapidly redeploy those guns in adequate numbers? How did their deployment avoid detection by Soviets intelligence operations (which involved copious contact with the innumerable partisans) or ambush by Soviet forward detachments operating ahead of the main spearheads?

The problems just keep mounting: IOTL, the Germans only managed to withdraw to the D'niepr via repeated rearguard actions with their panzer forces (which precluded them launching any concentrated counter-attack), without which their footbound infantry would have been run down and destroyed by Soviet tank armies in the open while withdrawing. IATL the Germans are holding back their panzers well in reserve for refit while attempting to withdraw with infantry. This is going to leave the Germans without any infantry to hold the ground they take when they commit those panzers to a counter-offensive, meaning any gains will be ephemeral and rapidly reversed.

I could keep going, but my points been made.
 
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The White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, District of Columbia, USA, June 26, 1943

Lafayette Park was packed. The Chairman of the Communist Political Association was getting into full furor. “The Fascist traitors of big business who have infiltrated the government have prevailed and are sustaining their Fascist brothers in Berlin!!! The working class is being bled to death to fatten the estates of the one percent oligarchs who dominate the American economy, growing fat on war profits in this phony war!

“Meanwhile, the Russian People, democratically united under the leadership of their elected leader Stalin, continue the struggle in spite of the desertion by their so-called allies! They cast out and destroyed the fascists among them, strictly according to the rules of law! While American fascists have thrown law into the gutter to get their ways!”

He went on in that vein for some time.

He was followed by the chairman of the War Writers Board. “The German Conspirators have discarded Hitler, but they retain the German Thousand-Year Plan for world domination! America has fallen prey to the seductive wiles of the Teutonic ogre!

“The Thousand-Year Plan must be broken and destroyed, the homeland severed into a dozen new states, ruled by the Allies, while the Teutonic conspirators are put to manual labor restoring the world they have destroyed! If need be the entire race must be extirpated!

“The allies of the German Conspirators yet flourish and prevail here in America. Millions rallied in New York to hear the heads of their organization, under the observation of an agent of the German Conspiracy!”

He too went on in that vein for some time.


Madison Square Garden, Eighth Avenue and 49th Street, New York, New York, USA, June 27, 1943

“We must have peace! Our enemy is Japan! Europe can be suffered to deal with its own problems! Let the outsized children of the old country have their playground fistfight, and let America deal with the treacherous yellow Jap! We have taken salutary first steps to deal with the enemy within, exiling them to camps where they can be suppressed when the order is given! Yet our ignorant War Department suffers the assembly of a fanatical regiment of samurai, ready to storm Washington and hoist the Rising Sun over the Capitol Building, once the Mikado gives the order! They must be disarmed, their leaders executed, and the entire lot of the yellow race put to hard labor in the wilds of Alaska!”

The cheers the speaker got were somewhat disturbing, as if a Klansman had somehow found a new target.
 
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