Lasha Darkmoon : SEX PLAGUE: THE NORMALIZATION OF DEVIANCE AND DEPRAVITY

SEX PLAGUE: THE NORMALIZATION OF DEVIANCE AND DEPRAVITY

Lasha Darkmoon January 31, 2014 

Published first on Veterans Today

Is there a covert campaign to deprave and corrupt the masses?
If so, who are the Architects of Evil behind this psyop? [1]

POSTER ON A CLASSROOM WALL
Do our children need this?

A recent pamphlet published by the German government contains these chilling words:

“Fathers do not devote enough attention to the clitoris and vagina of their daughters. The child touches all parts of their father’s body, sometimes arousing him. The father should do the same.” [2]

Toddlers are encouraged to indulge in “unlimited masturbation.” Their parents are expected to offer practical demonstrations if need be — the better to produce sexual precocity in their offspring. “Children should learn there is no such thing as shameful parts of the body,” the booklet advises. “The body is a home you should be proud of.”

Children, it is suggested, should be taught the movements of copulation as soon as they reach the age of four, giving them what virtually amounts to a crash course in the Kama Sutra as soon as they have learned to walk.

Depravity, it seems, cannot be taught too early.

In Holland, things have gone further. Here a political party, set up by convicted pedophiles, clamors for the legalization of child pornography and intergenerational sex between children of twelve and adults old enough to be their grandparents. I forgot to mention bestiality. They want to legalize that too. [3]

Who is to blame for the sex addictions we see suppurating all round us? This licentiousness, growing by the day, thanks to the internet and the mass media, is far deadlier and more destructive than it was half a century ago, before the sexual revolution.

Those who are responsible for this sickening depravity are clearly the people who started the sexual revolution. They are the people, moreover, who control the mass media.

Who controls the media?

Who determines the imagery and attitudes drip-feeding steadily into the minds of the public? Who runs Hollywood? Who contaminates mass consciousness? Who defiles the collective mind? Who pulls the puppet strings of marionette man? Who are the Bad Shepherds leading the sheeple astray?

Who are to blame, in short, for letting the world go to hell in a handcart?

I won’t bother to answer these questions. More to the point, I dare not. If you don’t know who owns the media — lock, stock and barrel — you’re wasting your time reading this article.

Art and Sexual Subversion: The Vaginocentric Female Artist

Let me resume here my discussion of sexual depravity which formed the basis of my recent article Secret Sex Life of the Jews; and let me begin by saying a few words on art, a subject I know something about.[4] And then let me proceed to the subject of pornography and consider its deployment in the systematic demoralization of the masses. [5]

First, ask yourself this question: is there anything intrinsically admirable or aesthetically pleasing about British painter Tracey Emin’s attention-seeking leg-and-vagina paintings? When other artists offer us self-portraits, they usually show us their faces. Not Ms Emin. Her idea of a “self-portrait” is to show us her uterus. [6]

Feminist icon Tracey Emin: “I’ve got it all”

Consider only these titles by the outrageously untalented Emin and draw your own conclusions about the decadent crap being rammed down the throat of the public by the Jews who control the art world [7]: 

Everyone I Have Ever Slept With, Fucking Down An Ally (sic), Asleep Alone With Legs Open (several large-scale canvases of her splayed legs and vagina), I’ve Got It All (legs splayed again, clutching banknotes to her crotch), Weird Sex, CV Cunt Vernacular, Is Anal Sex Legal, Masturbating, Get Ready For the Fuck Of Your Life. [8]

With titles like these, Tracey Emin could hardly fail. Her rich Jewish patron, advertising mogul Charles Saatchi, knew he was on to a good thing when he decided to promote the career of this pretentious confidence trickster masquerading as an artist. [9]

As the Gadarene swine hurtle over the cliff top, Tracey Emin and her kind lead the pack on their way down into the bottomless abyss. These are the dupes of organized Jewry. By doing exactly what appeals to art patrons (almost all Jewish; see below), these infinitely corrupt and untalented opportunists know they will become rich and famous.

The sad truth is that so many female “artists” — almost all of them rabid feminists and sexual exhibitionists — have nothing to sell but vaginas. [10]

Here are ten other vagina-obsessed females, apart from Tracey Emin and the notorious Annie Sprinkle, who use sex — especially a focus on their own vaginas — to sell their “art”:  Karen Finley, Hannah Wilke, Carolee Schneeman, Andrea Fraser, Sarah Lucas, Marlene McCarty, Vanessa Beecroft,  Malerie Marder, Katy Grannan, and Kembra Pfahler. [11]

Jewish artist Carolee Schneemann, drawing a paper snake from her vagina and calling it “art”.

Being unable to paint properly or produce objects of lasting value, these exhibitionists like to display their vaginas to the world and call it “art”. Here is one such exhibitionist, Jewish performance artist Carolee Schneeman [12], pulling a paper snake out of her vagina:

“I saw the vagina as a translucent chamber,” she says, “of which the serpent was an outward model: enlivened by it’s (sic) passage from the visible to the invisible, a spiralled coil ringed with the shape of desire and generative mysteries.” [13]

Someone who had no idea what a vagina looked like would have a pretty tough time trying to figure out its appearance from Ms Schneemann’s deathless prose.

Who helps to promote this kind of pretentious claptrap? You don’t need three guesses to answer that question.

In 2001, ARTnews listed the world’s Top Ten Art Collectors. Eight of them were Jews. Ponder these staggering statistics: A people who constitute 0.2% of the world’s population make up 80% of the world’s richest art collectors.

Out of every thousand people in the world, roughly two are Jews. To be precise, one in every 457 people are Jews. [14] Yet go to a conference at which 1000 of the world’s wealthiest art collectors have gathered and you will find, to your amazement, that 800 of them are Jewish.

Phenomenal, isn’t it? [15]

Some of the vaginocentric exhibitionists mentioned above, like lesbian “performance artist” Annie Sprinkle, maintain websites blocked by porn filters. The aptly named Sprinkle—a nom de porn in honor of urolagnia [16] —  is the lady who douched her vagina onstage in 1991, before lying down and opening her legs so that members of the audience, mostly male, could inspect her cervix with the help of a flashlight and speculum.

Annie Sprinkle, Jewish feminist and pornographer, practicing indecent exposure in a public venue and pretending it’s an “art form”.

Performance artist, prostitute, porn actress, feminist icon, and lesbian diva of depravity, Ms Sprinkle would like us to believe that it is a form of  “art” to masturbate onstage with sex toys, her legs wide open, and invite members of a predominantly male audience to peer up her vagina with torchlight and speculum. (See picture)

She was recently invited by academic officials to show her vagina off at the University of Illinois, a hotbed of Zionist propaganda and power; here she was encouraged to give students an “orgasm workshop” — all this ostensibly in pursuit of “higher education”.  [17]

To make matters worse, Sprinkle’s pathetic “look-at-my-pussy” acts were funded by the National Endowment for the Arts, a mini-empire controlled by the hidden hand of organized Jewry. [18]

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If Annie Sprinkle was to acquire fame and fortune by letting dirty old men take a peep between her legs, Hannah Wilke and Karen Finley sought variations in which the vulva was again put to good use.

The Jewish Wilke, being sadly deficient in originality, molded bits of chewing gum into vulvas and stuck them all over her body, calling it “art”.  [19]

Not to be outdone, Karen Finley decided to smear her naked torso with chocolate syrup [20] and performed public acts — using a yam — which I won’t describe in detail in case nuns are reading this article. Rape, flatulence and menstruation formed the least offensive items in Finley’s repertoire. [21]

Like Sprinkle, Wilke and Schneemann, Finley is also Jewish, given that her mother is of Jewish ancestry. [22].

So that’s four Jewish “artists”, all playing with their pussies in front of the world and being paid to do it by a Jewish-controlled government organization called the National Endowment for the Arts.

One begins to discern a subtle pattern here; or maybe it isn’t so subtle.

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Performance artist Andrea Fraser [23] — amazingly, she isn’t Jewish! — deserves first prize for sheer chutzpah. She is perhaps an illustration of the truth that however low a slutty Jewess  can sink, a slutty shiksa can sink a bit lower.

This raunchy non-Jewish performance artist, who nevertheless finds it necessary to move in Jewish circles like Madonna and so many other gentile sycophants,  arranged to meet a man at the Royalton Hotel in Manhattan, owned by Jewish hotelier Ian Shrager.

Above the bed, an overhead camera played Peeping Tom. The man was persuaded to part with $20,000 in cash for the privilege of helping to create a “work of art” with the frisky Fraser, the said work of art being a pornographic video filming the two participants copulating on a Queen-size bed. This sex video, now available for posterity, is pretentiously called “Untitled”.  [24]

It’s not “art” we’re dealing with here, of course; it’s pornography pure and simple.

The Jewish Affinity for Porn 

Jews are famously known to dominate [25] the world’s $100 billion a year porn industry, roughly 90 percent of which is generated within the United States. As many as 260 new porn sites go online daily, more than 10 sites an hour. [26]

Since Jews are known to dominate the porn industry and comprise only 2% of America’s population, it is reasonable to suppose that most of the new sites being started up every hour are being started up by Jews.

“CHRIST SUCKS!”
— Jewish pornographer Al Goldstein

It is even more alarming to note how sex is now deployed by many American Jews as a weapon against Christianity with its socially cohesive and family-friendly values.

Jewish pornographer Al Goldstein’s infamous words — “The only reason that Jews are in pornography is that we think that Christ sucks” — surely tell us all we need to know about the bitter hatred felt by so many Jews for the Western countries that have harbored them and given them hospitality for so long. [27]

Jewish hatred for Christianity is legendary, spanning the Jewish political spectrum, from the far left [28] to the neoconservative right [29].

It can hardly be doubted, as the ugly picture of the Jewish pornographer (above) makes only too clear.

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The arrogance and sense of entitlement of so many Jews, whose values Al Goldstein seems to have imbibed with his mother’s milk, never cease to astonish me.

“The difference between a Jewish soul and the soul of non-Jews,” Rabbi Kook assures us, “is greater and deeper than the difference between a human soul and the soul of cattle.” [30]

Given that Rabbi Kook would be the first to agree that rabbis form the intellectual and spiritual backbone of Jewry, one is tempted to ask what makes a man become a rabbi in the first place. Is it the thirst for God? Is it the wish to save one’s soul and help others along the path to salvation?

Here is Jewish actor Richard Pacheco who couldn’t quite make up his mind whether to become a rabbi or a porn star:

Five years before I got my first part in an adult film … I went to an audition for an X-rated film with my hair down to my ass, a copy of Wilhelm Reich’s Sexual Revolution under my arm and yelling about work, love and sex, which were Reich’s three principles. These things have got to be in balance or your life is going to be fucked. [31]

Note that Pacheco had signed on to the radical left-Freudian views of Wilhelm Reich — the wackiest and most extreme of the subversive sexual ideologies that emerged from psychoanalysis.

Jewish devotees of psychoanalysis typically saw it, first and foremost, as a blow against Christian sexual mores; hence, as a sneak attack on Christianity itself.

For Jews, psychoanalysis  placed Western culture on the couch. It was an assertion of Jewish  contempt for Christian culture: the culture of the outgroup now destined for the dustbin of history. [32]

Pacheco didn’t get the job, but he kept on auditioning, since all he really wanted was to screw gorgeous blonde shiksas — doubtless an atavistic expression of Jewish hatred for the goyim, every act of sex being an act of revenge.

Five years later I auditioned for another X-rated film. That very day, I also interviewed at Hebrew Union Seminary to do rabbinical study. I made the choice that the kind of rabbi I would be, if I became one, was one that could have been performing in sex films as part of his experience. [33]

Mindboggling, isn’t it?

This dupe of the sexual revolution couldn’t make up his mind whether to sing hymns to God or kiss the devil’s ass!

In the end, it’s the devil who won out.

Pacheco decided to build a career in pornography — with the full blessings, incidentally, of ADL chairman Abe Foxman who said that porn offered American Jews a valid and worthy way “to pursue the American dream.” [34]

Porn star Richard Pacheco:
he also wanted to be a rabbi.

Richard Pacheco (born 1948) was the scion of an orthodox Jewish family from Pittsburg [35] From an early age, bizarrely, he was attracted to the rabbinate and to pornography in equal proportions.

He had wrestled for years with the decision whether to become a rabbi or a porn actor, praying in the morning for guidance and masturbating in the evening for fun, when it occurred to him one day that he could up his number of orgasms per day if he chucked all the spiritual stuff and concentrated on raw sex.

So he did. And a  porn star was born.

Featuring in over 100  X-rated films and winner of countless awards for his sexual prowess in front of the cameras, Pacheco was lucky to receive the loyal support of his wife Ashley.

Managing somehow to juggle  a career in porn with a commitment to family life, Pacheco later had sex with with his wife — so we are told in Wikipedia — “considerably less often after they had children and AIDS became a threat, but he credits his pornography career for giving him the opportunity to continue sexual encounters for a time without endangering his home life.” [36]

Here is Pacheco being interviewed after his retirement from porn. If you are a nun or under eighteen, I would advise you to skip the next bit:

As a young husband, I had no idea how to ask my beloved wife to be my “fuck-your-ass whore”.

Yeah, I wanted some of that kind of sex, some very, very selfish lust with a sex kitten. A “fuck-me-fuck-me” woman. There’d be corsets and leathers, high-heeled boots laced up to crotchless panties, breasts spilling out of nippleless bras in lush bordello bedrooms filled up with sex toys. Like blindfolds and vibrators, handcuffs and paddles. 

Yeah, and there’d be me with a genuine tarted up won’t-say-no-woman. All the best drugs and oils in the world and plenty of time. And there’d be no “I love you” in any of it! 

I would meet this X-rated woman at the hotel where they were holding the auditions…and I would have sex with her right there in the hotel elevator! And then I would go gome to my wife.” [37]

Richard Pacheco, a recent photo.
(Ain’t he cute?)

Asked if he still watched adult movies now that he was a Senior Citizen, the former rabbinical student replied: “Not much. Occasionally I’ll toss one on for masturbation if my wife ain’t around.” [38]

One has to hand it to Pacheco. His neo-Marxist mentor, Wilhelm Reich, would have been proud of him. Because he managed to turn shamelessness into a virtue. Still, it couldn’t have been much fun for his poor wife having a guy like this prowling round the house.

In 1984, Pacheco won the Best Couples Sex Scene (video) with porn star Nina Hartley. [39] In 1999, he was inducted into the AVN Hall of Fame   with feminist porn diva Annie Sprinkle. [40] In 2000, along with Sprinkle, he was given a Lifetime Achievement Award by the Free Speech Coalition [41], an organization that had given Nina Hartley an award only a few months earlier. [42]

Note that these three luminaries of lust — Pacheco, Sprinkle and Hartley — are all Jewish pornographers and that the impressively named “Free Speech Coalition” is in fact a trade association set up in 1991 to safeguard the interests of “adult entertainers” — pornographers who for the most part are Jewish and are based largely in the Jewish enclaves around Hollywood.

So make no mistake: this sleazy industry, built on a foundation of onanistic lust and sexual libertinism, is Jewish through and through.

The “Free Speech Coalition” naturally rejects all claims that pornography is addictive, given that they themselves are directly responsible for nurturing that addiction and making money out of it. It also refuses to consider the possibility that serial killers and rapists could in any way be influenced by inflammatory erotica, though the evidence for this is enough to convince anyone except those engaged in the peddling of the same poisons.

For compelling evidence that  pornography plays a significant role in the crimes of serial killers, see my earlier essay on this subject, “Masters of Porn: The Systematic Promotion of Sexual Deviance”. [43]

AMERICA, 2050

In an important court case in 2002, Ashcroft v. Free Speech Coalition, the US Supreme Court decided in the Coalition’s favor, thereby making it easier for pornographers to demoralize Americans, corrupt their children, and promote a general debasement of values — all this in accordance, incidentally, with the Frankfurt School agenda [44] of producing a “culture of pessimism” designed to foster anarchy and promote impotent anger and despair.  [45]

Our new elite is clearly engaged in the business of mind manipulation and mass demoralization, nor will it rest until it has rebuilt the world in the image of a new Sodom and Gomorrah — a dystopic nightmare.

Conclusion

I have said before in an earlier article, and I will say it again:

A great storm is brewing and only a military coup or revolution can now save America. Save it from what?  From the spiritual cancer that is consuming it from within, and from the foreign wars into which it is being lured — Afghanistan, Iraq, and soon perhaps Iran — on behalf of another nation and its indefatigable agents in America.

Unless a miracle soon occurs and some charismatic leader comes to our rescue, an unimaginably bleak future surely awaits us: a future in which the only consolations left to us will be mindless entertainment, drugs, alcohol, sexual intoxication — and suicide. [46]

Depravity appears to have no limits, as those who have surfed the internet have often discovered to their cost. The most appalling sexual addictions now render even children helpless. Many a marriage is blighted and ends in ruins amid these terrifying toxins.

And yet we are only at the beginning. We have many a slime-green step to go before we reach rock bottom. Abyss yawns below bottomless abyss and even to peer into these black moral chasms is to make us giddy with vertigo.

There is indeed no end to man’s depravity or the deadly machinations of the Architects of Evil.

THE  BECKONING  DARKNESS

“If a Jew is tempted to do evil,
he should go to a city where he is not known and do the evil there.”
— The Talmud, Moed Kattan, 171  [47]

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A completely revised and updated version of an article originally published here

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Endnotes

1.  For an answer to these questions, see also: (1) The Frankfurt School: Conspiracy to Corrupt, by Timothy Matthews. [2] Masters of Porn: The Systematic Promotion of Sexual Deviance, by Lasha Darkmoon. [3] Child Pornography in the Classroom (presented by Noor al Haqiqa, Snippits and Snappits).

An academic corespondent writes: “Though one ethnic group, the Jews, is demonstrably to blame more than any other for the sexual demoralization of the masses in Western countries, it would be disingenuous to pretend that they are solely responsible. The primary corruptors could never have succeeded so spectacularly but for the enthusiastic collaboration of degenerates within the corrupted societies.”

2.  John-Henry Westen, German Government Publication Promotes Incestuous Pedophilia as Healthy Sex Ed.

3.  Ibid.

4.  See Lasha Darkmoon, [1] The Plot Against Art (Parts 1 and 2)  and Spitting Mad Jews and Angry Artists (Parts 1 and 2).

5.  I have tackled the subject of mass demoralization through pornography — a planned psyop of the New World Order —  in greater detail elsewhere, particularly in Masters of Porn: The Systematic Promotion of Sexual Deviance.

6.  See Tracey Emin: Self-portraits. Don’t worry, you are unlikely to be shocked by these crude, cave-wall sketches of Ms Emin’s nether regions!

7.  Lasha Darkmoon, The Plot Against Art.

8.  Tracey Emin, typical titles.

9.  The Talmudic Blog: CHARLES SAATCHI, the bad taste art collector and Jew, plans to display painting of the Nazi Himmler.

10.  Jerry Salz, Pudenda Agenda, The Shaved Vagina Monologues.

11.  Ibid.

12.  Carolee Schneemann.

13.  The full Schneemann quote describing the vagina may be read here.

14.  World Jewish population figures.

15.  Lasha Darkmoon, The Plot Against Art, Part 2.

16.  Urolagnia: a sexual perversion  in which sexual excitement is associated with urine. Its basis lies in sadomasochism and usually involves a woman urinating on a man, his pleasure consisting in the humiliation of being “pissed on” by a domineering woman — as in this 19th century illustration of a woman urinating into a man’s mouth.

17.  See University of Illinois invites porn star to teach orgasm.

18.  Jeff Jacoby,  How the NEA pollutes American culture (The Boston Globe, January 24, 1995).

19.  Hanna Wilke, Wikipedia. Here you can see a picture of the bare-breasted Jewess  covered with blobs of vulva-shaped chewing gum.

20.  Karen Finley, Wikipedia.

21.  Echoes and Reverberations: Karen Finley and the Delicate Art of Disgust

22.  Karen Finley … “her mother of Jewish ancestry.”

23.  Andrea Fraser, Wikipedia.

24.  Jerry Saltz, Critiqueus Interruptus. (Broken Angel Artnet Magazine).

25.  The locus classicus for the “canard” — no longer a canard today — that Jews control the porn industry is this jaw-breakingly entitled article, “Triple-exthnics“, by Jewish academic Dr Nathan Abrams. This was published in the winter 2004 edition of the prestigious Jewish Quarterly. What the title means is anyone’s guess. Suffice to say that Dr Abrams tactlessly let the cat out of the bag in this article, much to the embarrassment of organized Jewry. As a result, no one can be in doubt any longer as to who controls the world’s porn industry. We now know it is the usual suspects: the Jews.

See also Jewish Dominance in the Porn Industry.

26.  For the figure $100 billion as being the total revenues per annum from world porn,  see Family Safe Media’s  “Pornography Statistics.” (The figure mentioned here is $97 billion, but that is a 2006 figure. Since then, the figure has topped the $100 billion mark.) For the other figures cited in the paragraph, see Michael Arrington’s Internet Pornography Stats.

27. Dr E. Michael Jones, Rabbi Dresner’s Dilemma: Torah v. Ethnos

28.  Kevin MacDonald, Memories Of Madison—My Life In The New Left.

29.  Link lost.

30.  Israel Shahak on Jewish Fundamentalism and Militarism

31.  Quoted in Dr E. Michael Jones, Rabbi Dresner’s Dilemma: Torah v. Ethnos

32.   See Kevin MacDonald, The Culture of Critique, Chapter 4, Jewish Involvement in the Psychoanalytic Movement.

33.  Quoted in Dr E. Michael Jones, Rabbi Dresner’s Dilemma: Torah v. Ethnos

34.  Jewish Dominance in the Porn Industry.

35.  Richard Pacheco, Wikipedia

36.  Richard Pacheco . . . “the opportunity to continue sexual encounters for a time without endangering his home life.”

37.  Richard Pacheco . . . “and then I would go home to my wife.”

38.   Rishard Pacheco . . . “Occasionally I’ll toss one on for masturbation if my wife ain’t around.”  (See here)

39.  Nina Hartley, Wikipedia

40.   Richard Pacheco, Pornography Career (Wiki)

41.  Free Speech Coalition (Wiki)

42.  Richard Pacheco, Wikipedia

43.  Lasha Darkmoon, Masters of Porn: The Systematic Promotion of Sexual Deviance. Scroll down to the section entitled “The link between pornography and sex crime”; for further confirmation, scroll down to the section entitled “The Cases of Ted Bundy and Gary Bishop, Serial Killers” in Dr Victor Kline’s classic academic paper “Pornography’s Effects on Adults and Children. See also Pornography and Sexual Crime and Pornography and sex: Ted Bundy’s fatal addiction.

44.  Frankfurt School agenda. This is hugely important subject and there is a vast amount of material available to the internet reader. Those who wish to know more about the philosophical milieu of modernity — i.e., the cultural swamp of sexual bolshevism in which the benighted masses are forced to flounder today — are advised to make a careful study of the following eight core articles:

(1)   Arnaud de Lassus’s The Frankfurt School: Cultural Revolution
(2)  Kevin MacDonald, The Culture of Critique, Chapter 5
(3)  William S. Lind, What is Cultural Marxism?
(4)  William S. Lind, Who Stole our Culture?
(5)  Timothy Matthews, The Frankfurt School: Conspiracy to Corrupt.  (Or my own shorter adaption of this with extended commentary, Satan’s Secret Agents: The Frankfurt School and its Evil Agenda.)
(6)  Michael Minnicino, The Frankfurt School and ‘Political Correctness’
(7) Cultural Marxism: (Metapedia).
(8) Sexual Bolshevism: (Metapedia).

45.  See Lasha Darkmoon’s The Plot Against Art (Part 1) and Goodbye America (Part 2).

46.  Lasha Darkmoon, Secret Sex Life of the Jews.

47.  Quoted in Michael A. Hoffman, The Truth about the Talmud

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Lasha Darkmoon : German Victims : How the Allied Victors of WWII tortured and killed their German prisoners

German Victims : How the Allied Victors of WWII tortured and killed their German prisoners

July 25, 2015 

This terrifying article will make you ask the forbidden question:  
“Did the victors of WWII deserve to win?”

By Thomas Goodrich

 
author of  Hellstorm—The Death of Nazi Germany, 1944-1947

An edited abridgement by Lasha Darkmoon with notes and comments

“Staffed and run by Jews, the prisons were little better than torture chambers.”
— Thomas Goodrich

Part 1: Vai Victis! — Woe to the Vanquished!

Moments after arrival at the prison camp, prisoners were made horrifyingly aware of their fate. John Sack, himself a Jew, reports on one camp run by twenty-six-year-old Shlomo Morel.
“I was at Auschwitz,” Shlomo proclaimed, lying to the Germans but, even more, to himself, psyching himself up like a fighter the night of the championship, filling himself with hate for the Germans around him. “I was at Auschwitz for six long years, and I swore that if I got out, I’d pay all you Nazis back!”

Note by Lasha Darkmoon: Shlomo Morel, psychopathic torturer and killer of German prisoners of war, later took refuge in Israel where he was held in high honor and remained beyond the reach of international law. Here now is this Jewish war criminal in 1945, age 26, commandant of a German prisoner of war camp where torture was practiced for its own sake:  

“Schweine!” Shlomo cried. He threw down his rubber club, grabbed a wooden stool, and started beating a German’s head. Without thinking, the man raised his arms, and Shlomo, enraged that the man would try to evade his just punishment, cried, “Sonofawhore!” and slammed the stool against the man’s chest.
The man dropped his arms, and Shlomo started hitting his now undefended head when snap! the leg of the stool split off. Cursing the German birchwood, he grabbed another stool and hit the German with that.
No one was singing now, but Shlomo, shouting, didn’t notice.
The other guards called out, “Blond!” “Black!” “Short!” “Tall!” and as each of these terrified people came up, they wielded their clubs upon him. The brawl went on till eleven o’clock, when the sweat-drenched invaders cried, “Pigs! We will fix you up!” and left the Germans alone.
Some were quite fixed. Shlomo and his subordinates had killed them

The next night it was more of the same . . . and the next night . . .  and the next and the next. Those who survived the “welcoming committees” at this and other camps were flung back into their pens.
And so, with the once mighty German Army now disarmed and enslaved in May, 1945, and with their leaders either dead or awaiting trial for so-called “war crimes,” the old men, women and children who remained in the dismembered Reich found themselves utterly at the mercy of the victors.
Unfortunately for these survivors, never in the history of the world was mercy in shorter supply.

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Because their knowledge of the language and culture was superb, most of the intelligence officers accompanying US and British forces into the Reich after WWII were Jewish refugees who had fled Germany in the late 1930s. Although their American and English “aides” were hardly better, the fact that many of these people became interrogators, examiners and screeners, with old scores to settle, insured that no German would be shown any mercy.
One man opposed to the vengeance-minded program of these Americanized Jews was General George Patton.

“Evidently the virus started by Morgenthau and [Bernard] Baruch of a Semitic revenge against all Germans is still working,” wrote the general in private. “I am frankly opposed to this war-criminal stuff. It is not cricket and it is Semitic. I can’t see how Americans can sink so low.”

Soon after occupation, all adult Germans were compelled to register at the nearest Allied headquarters and complete a lengthy questionnaire on their past activities. While many nervous citizens were detained then and there, most returned home, convinced that at long last the terrible ordeal was over. For millions, however, the trial had but begun.
Few German adults, Nazi or not, escaped the dreaded knock on the door. Far from being dangerous fascists, Freddy and Lali Horstmann were actually well-known anti-Nazis. Lali Horstmann records her encounter with a Russian commissar from the Russian Zone.
LD: Since a disproportionate number of Russian commissars were Jews, especially those working for the cheka and other security services, this particular officer was probably Jewish.

“I am sorry to bother you,” he began, “but I am simply carrying out my orders. Until when did you work for the Foreign Office?”
“Till 1933,” my husband answered.
“Then you need fear nothing,” Androff said. “We accuse you of nothing, but we want you to accompany us to the headquarters of the NKVD, the secret police, so that we can take down what you said in a protocol, and ask you a few questions about the working of the Foreign Office.”
We were stunned for a moment; then I started forward, asking if I could come along with them. “Impossible,” the interpreter smiled. My heart raced. Would Freddy answer satisfactorily? Could he stand the excitement? What sort of accommodation would they give him?
“Don’t worry, your husband has nothing to fear,” Androff continued. “He will have a heated room. Give him a blanket for the night, but quickly, we must leave.”
There was a feeling of sharp tension, putting the soldier on his guard, as though he were expecting an attack from one of us. I took first the soldier, then the interpreter, by their hands and begged them to be kind to Freddy, repeating myself in the bustle and scraping of feet that drowned my words.
There was a banging of doors. A cold wind blew in. I felt Freddy kiss me.
I never saw him again.

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“We were wakened by the sound of tires screeching, engines stopping abruptly, orders yelled, general din, and a hammering on the window shutters. Then the intruders broke through the door, and we saw Americans with rifles who stood in front of our bed and shone lights at us. None of them spoke German, but their gestures said: ‘Get dressed, come with us immediately.’ This was my fourth arrest.”
So wrote Leni Riefenstahl, a talented young woman who was perhaps the world’s greatest film-maker.
Because her epic documentaries—Triumph of the Will and Olympia—seemed paeans to not only Germany, but National Socialism, and because of her close relationship with an admiring Adolf Hitler, Leni was of more than passing interest to the Allies. Though false rumors also hinted that the attractive, one-time actress was also a “mistress of the devil”—that she and Hitler were lovers.
“Neither my husband nor my mother nor any of my three assistants had ever joined the Nazi Party, nor had any of us been politically active,” said the confused young woman. “No charges had ever been filed against us, yet we were at the mercy of the Allies and had no legal protection of any kind.”
“We were never free from torments [in the American prison]. For hours on end I rolled about on my bed, trying to forget my surroundings, but it was impossible. The mentally disturbed woman kept screaming — all through the night. But even worse were the yells and shrieks of men from the courtyard, men who were being beaten, screaming like animals.”
Soon after Leni’s fourth arrest, came a fifth.

The jeep raced along the autobahns until, a few hours later, I was brought to the Salzburg Prison. There an elderly prison matron rudely pushed me into the cell, kicking me so hard that I fell to the ground. Then the door was locked. There were two other women in the dark, barren room, and one of them, on her knees, slid about the floor, jabbering confusedly; then she began to scream, her limbs writhing hysterically. She seemed to have lost her mind. The other woman crouched on her bunk, weeping to herself.

As Leni Riefelstahl (pictured) and others quickly discovered, the “softening up” process began soon after arrival at an Allied prison.
When Ernst von Salomon, his Jewish girl friend and fellow prisoners reached an American holding pen near Munich, the men were promptly led into a room and brutally beaten by military police.
With his teeth knocked out and blood spurting from his mouth, von Salomon moaned to a gum-chewing officer, “You are no gentlemen.” The remark brought only a roar of laughter from the attackers. “No, no, no!” the GIs grinned. “We are Mississippi boys!”
In another room, military policemen raped the women at will while leering soldiers watched from windows. After such savage treatment, the feelings of despair only intensified once the captives were crammed into cells.
“The people had been standing there for three days, waiting to be interrogated,” remembered a German physician ordered to treat prisoners in the Soviet Zone. “At the sight of us a pandemonium broke out which left me helpless. As far as I could gather, the usual senseless questions were being reiterated: Why were they there, and for how long? They had no water and hardly anything to eat. They wanted to be let out more often than once a day. A great many of them have dysentery so badly that they can no longer get up.”
“Young Poles made fun of us,” said a woman from her cell in the same zone. “They threw bricks through the windows, paper bags with sand, and skins of hares filled with excrement. We did not dare to move or offer resistance, but huddled together in the farthest corner, in order not to be hit, which could not always be avoided. . . . We were never free from torments.”

“For hours on end I rolled about on my bed, trying to forget my surroundings,” recalled Leni Riefenstahl, “but it was impossible. The mentally disturbed woman kept screaming—all through the night. But even worse were the yells and shrieks of men from the courtyard, men who were being beaten, screaming like animals. I subsequently found out that a company of SS men was being interrogated.
They came for me the next morning, and I was taken to a padded cell where I had to strip naked, and a woman examined every square inch of my body. Then I had to get dressed and go down to the courtyard, where many men were standing, apparently prisoners, and I was the only woman.
We had to line up before an American guard who spoke German. The prisoners stood to attention, so I tried to do the same, and then an American came who spoke fluent German. He pushed a few people together, then halted at the first in our line.
“Were you in the Party?”
The prisoner hesitated for a moment, then said, “Yes.” He was slugged in the face and spat blood.
The American went on to the next in line.
“Were you in the Party?”
The man hesitated.
“Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
And he too got punched so hard in the face that the blood ran out of his mouth. However, like the first man, he didn’t dare resist.
They didn’t even instinctively raise their hands to protect themselves. They did nothing. They put up with the blows like dogs.
The next man was asked: “Were you in the Party?”
Silence.
“Well?”
“No,” he yelled, so no punch.
From then on nobody admitted that he had been in the Party and I was not even asked.

As the above case illustrated, there often was no rhyme or reason to the examinations. All seemed designed to force from the victim what the inquisitor wanted to hear, whether true or false. Additionally, most such “interrogations” were structured to inflict as much pain and suffering as possible. One prisoner explained:
“The purpose of these interrogations is not to worm out of the people what they knew—which would be uninteresting anyway—but to extort from them special statements. The methods resorted to are extremely primitive. People are beaten up until they confess to having been members of the Nazi Party. The authorities simply assume that, basically, everybody has belonged to the Party. Many people die during and after these interrogations, while others, who admit at once their party membership, are treated more leniently.”
“A young commissar, who was a great hater of the Germans, cross-examined me,” said Gertrude Schulz. “When he put the question: ‘Frauenwerk [Women’s Labor Service]?’ I answered in the negative. Thereupon he became so enraged, that he beat me with a stick, until I was black and blue. I received about 15 blows … on my left upper arm, on my back and on my thigh. I collapsed and, as in the case of the first cross-examination, I had to sign the questionnaire.”

“Both officers who took our testimony were former German Jews,” reminisced a member of the women’s SS, Anna Fest. While vicious dogs snarled nearby, one of the officers screamed questions and accusations at Anna. If the answers were not those desired, “he kicked me in the back and the other hit me.”
They kept saying we must have been armed, have had pistols and so on. But we had no weapons, none of us. I had no pistol. I couldn’t say, just so they’d leave me in peace, ‘Yes, we had pistols.’ The same thing would happen to the next person to testify. The terrible thing was, the German men had to watch. That was a horrible, horrible experience. That must have been terrible for them. When I went outside, several of them stood there with tears running down their cheeks. What could they have done? They could do nothing.

Not surprisingly, with beatings, rape, torture, and death facing them, few victims failed to “confess” and most gladly inked their name to any scrap of paper shown them. Some, like Anna, tried to resist. Such recalcitrance was almost always of short duration, however. Generally, after enduring blackened eyes, broken bones, electric shock to breasts—or, in the case of men, smashed testicles—only those who died during torture failed to sign confessions.
Alone, surrounded by sadistic hate, utterly bereft of law, many victims understandably escaped by taking their own lives. Like tiny islands in a vast sea of evil, however, miracles did occur. As he limped painfully back to his prison cell, one Wehrmacht officer reflected on the insults, beatings, and tortures he had endured and contemplated suicide.

I could not see properly in the semi-darkness and missed my open cell door. A kick in the back and I was sprawling on the floor. As I raised myself I said to myself I could not, should not accept this humiliation. I sat on my bunk. I had hidden a razor blade that would serve to open my veins. Then I looked at the New Testament and found these words in the Gospel of St. John: “Without me ye can do nothing.”
Yes. You can mangle this poor body—I looked down at the running sores on my legs—but myself, my honor, God’s image that is in me, you cannot touch. This body is only a shell, not my real self. Without Him, without the Lord, my Lord, ye can do nothing. New strength seemed to rise in me.
I was pondering over what seemed to me a miracle when the heavy lock turned in the cell door. A very young American soldier came in, put his finger to his lips to warn me not to speak. “I saw it,” he said. “Here are baked potatoes.” He pulled the potatoes out of his pocket and gave them to me, and then went out, locking the door behind him.

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Horrific as de-Nazification was in the British, French and, especially the American Zone, it was nothing compared to what took place in Poland, behind Soviet lines.
In hundreds of concentration camps sponsored by an apparatus called the “Office of State Security,” thousands of Germans—male and female, old and young, high and low, Nazi and non–Nazi, SS, Wehrmacht, Volkssturm, Hitler Youth, all—were rounded up and imprisoned.
While those with blond hair, blue eyes and handsome features were first to go, anyone who spoke German would do.

AMERICAN TORTURE PEN:

A forerunner of Abu Ghraib

“Staffed and run by Jews, with help from Poles, Czechs, Russians, and other concentration camp survivors, the prisons were little better than torture chambers where dying was a thing to be prolonged, not hastened.” — Thomas Goodrich
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“Kill the Germans! Kill the Germans! KILL! . . . 
There is nothing more amusing to us than a heap of German corpses!”
— Ilya Ehrenberg (pictured), Stalin’s Jewish war propagandist  

Part 2: The Slaughterhouse That Was Germany

This is how the Jewish war criminal, Shlomo Morel,  treated his German prisoners of war at an American death camp in Germany after WWII:

“Schweine!” Shlomo cried. He threw down his rubber club, grabbed a wooden stool, and, a leg in his fist, started beating a German’s head. Without thinking, the man raised his arms, and Shlomo, enraged that the man would try to evade his just punishment, cried, “Sonofawhore!” and slammed the stool against the man’s chest.
The man dropped his arms, and Shlomo started hitting his now undefended head when snap! the leg of the stool split off, and, cursing the German birchwood, he grabbed another stool and hit the German with that. No one was singing now, but Shlomo, shouting, didn’t notice.
The other guards called out, “Blond!” “Black!” “Short!” “Tall!” and as each of these terrified people came up, they wielded their clubs upon him. The brawl went on till eleven o’clock, when the sweat-drenched invaders cried, “Pigs! We will fix you up!” and left the Germans alone.
Some were quite fixed…. Shlomo and his subordinates had killed them.

The next night it was more of the same . . . and the next night, and the next, and the next. Those who survived the “welcoming committees” at this and other camps were flung back into their pens.

“I was put with 30 women into a cell, which was intended to accommodate one person,” Gerlinde Winkler recalled. “The narrow space, into which we were rammed, was unbearable and our legs were all entangled together. . . . The women, ill with dysentery, were only allowed to go out once a day, in order to relieve themselves. A bucket without a cover was pushed into the cell with the remark: ‘Here you have one, you German sows.’
The stink was insupportable, and we were not allowed to open the little window.”
“The air in the cells became dense, the smell of the excrement filled it, the heat was like in Calcutta, and the flies made the ceiling black,” wrote John Sack. “I’m choking, the Germans thought, and one even took the community razor blade and, in despair, cut his throat open with it.”

When the wretched inmates were at last pried from their hellish tombs, it was only for interrogation. Sack, Jewish author of An Eye for an Eye : The Story of Jews who sought Revenge for the Holocaust, continues:

As many as eight interrogators, almost all Jews, stood around any one German saying, “Were you in the Nazi Party?” Sometimes a German said, “Yes,” and the boys shouted, “Du schwein! You pig!” and beat him and broke his arm, perhaps, before sending him to his cell. . . . But usually a German said, “No,” and the boys … told him, “You’re lying. You were a Nazi.”
“No, I never was.”
“You’re lying! We know about you!”
“No, I really wasn’t—”
“Du lugst! You’re lying!” they cried, hitting the obstinate man. “You better admit it! Or you’ll get a longer sentence! Now! Were you in the Nazi Party?”
“No!”the German often said, and the [Jewish] boys had to beat him and beat him until he was really crying, “I was a Nazi! Yes!”
But sometimes a German wouldn’t confess. One such hard case was a fifty-year-old….
“Were you in the Party?”
“No, I wasn’t in it.”
“How many people work for you?”
“In the high season, thirty-five.”
“You must have been in the Party,” the boy deduced.
He asked for the German’s wallet, where he found a fishing license with the stamp of the German Anglers Association. Studying it, he told the German, “It’s stamped by the Party.”
“It’s not,” said the German.
He’d lost his left arm in World War I and was using his right arm to gesture with, and, to the boy, he may have seemed to be Heiling Hitler. The boy became violent.
He grabbed the man’s collar, hit the man’s head against the wall, hit it against it ten times more, threw the man’s body onto the floor, and, in his boots, jumped on the man’s cringing chest.
A half dozen other interrogators, almost all Jews, pushed the man onto a couch, pulled off his trousers, and hit him with hard rubber clubs and hard rubber hoses full of stones.
The sweat started running down the Jews’ arms, and the blood down the man’s naked legs.
“Warst du in der Partei?”
“Nein!”
“Warst du in der Partei?”
“Nein!” the German screamed—screamed, till the [Jewish] boys had to go to Shlomo’s kitchen for a wooden spoon and to use it to cram some rags in the German’s mouth. Then they resumed beating him. . . . The more the man contradicted them, the more they hated him for it.

After undergoing similar sessions on a regular basis, the victim was brought back for the eighth time.

By now, the man was half unconscious due to his many concussions, and he wasn’t thinking clearly. The boys worked on him with rubber and oak-wood clubs and said, “Do you still say you weren’t in the Party?”
“No! I didn’t say I wasn’t in the Party!”
“You didn’t?”
“No!” said the punch drunk man. “I never said it!”
“You were in the Party?”
“Yes!”
The boys stopped beating him. They practically sighed, as if their ordeal were over now. They lit up cigarettes….
“Scram,” one said to the German. The man stood up, and he had his hand on the doorknob when one of the boys impulsively hit the back of his head, and he fell to the floor, unconscious.
“Aufstehen, du Deutsches schwein! Stand up, you German pig!” the [Jewish] boys said, kicking him till he stood up and collapsed again. Two boys carried him to his cell and dropped him in a corner….
Of course, the boys would beat up the Germans for “Yes”es as well as “No”s. In Glatz, the Jewish commandant asked a German policeman, “Were you in the Party?”
“Of course! I was obliged to be!”
“Lie down,” the commandant said, and six weeks later the [Jewish] boys were still whipping the German’s feet.

Some torture sessions lacked even the pretense of an examination. Remembered Eva Reimann:

My cell door opened. The guard, who, because of the foul smell, held a handkerchief to his nose, cried, “Reimann Eva! Come!” I was led to a first-floor room.
He shouted at me, “Take off your shoes!”
I took them off.
“Lie down!”
I lay down.
He took a thick bamboo stick, and he beat the soles of my feet. I screamed, since the pain was very great. . . . The stick whistled down on me. A blow on my mouth tore my lower lip, and my teeth started bleeding violently. He beat my feet again. The pain was unbearable….
The door opened suddenly, and, smiling obligingly, a cigarette in his mouth, in came the chief of the Office, named Sternnagel. In faultless German he asked me, “What’s wrong here? Why do you let yourself be beaten? You just have to sign this document. Or should we jam your fingers in the door, until the bones are broken. . . ?
A man picked me up by the ankles, raised me eight inches above the floor, and let me fall. My hands were tied, and my head hit hard. . . . I lay in a bloody puddle.
Someone cried, “Stand up!” I tried to, and, with unspeakable pain, I succeeded.
A man with a pistol came in, held it to my left temple, and said, “Will you now confess?”
I told him, “Please shoot me.” Yes, I hoped to be freed from all his tortures. I begged him, “Please pull the trigger.”

After barely surviving his “interrogation,” one fourteen-year-old German boy prisoner of war was taken to the camp infirmary. “My body was green, but my legs were fire red,” the boy said. “My wounds were bound with toilet paper, and I had to change the toilet paper every day. I was in the perfect place to watch what went on….
All the patients were being beaten in their beds. They were dying everywhere: in their beds, in the washroom, on the toilet. At night, I had to step over the dead, as if that were normal to do.”
When the supply of victims ran low, it was a simple matter to find more. John Sack continues:

One day, a German in pitch-black pants, the SS’s color, showed up in Lola’s prison. He’d been spotted near the city square by a Pole who’d said, “Fascist! You’re wearing black!”
At that, the German had bolted off, but the Pole chased him a mile to the Church of Saints Peter and Paul, tackled him by a gold mosaic, hit him, kicked him, and took him to Lola’s prison. Some guards, all girls, then seized the incriminating evidence: the man’s black pants, pulling them off so aggressively that one of the tendons tore. The man screamed, but the girls said, “Shut up!” and they didn’t recognize that the pants were part of a boy scout uniform.
The “man” was [only] fourteen years old.
The “girls” [female camp guards working for the Americans, probably Jewish women] decided to torture him with fire. They held down the German boy, put out their cigarettes on him, and, using gasoline, set his curly black hair afire.

At the larger prison camps, Germans died by the hundreds daily.

“You pigs!” the commandant then cried, and he beat the Germans with their stools, often killing them. At dawn many days, a Jewish guard cried, “Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier!” and marched the Germans into the woods outside their camp. “Halt! Get your shovels! Dig!” the guard cried, and, when the Germans had dug a big grave, he put a picture of Hitler in. “Now cry!” the guard said. “And sing All the Dogs Are Barking!” and all the Germans moaned,
All the dogs are barking,
All the dogs are barking,
Just the little hot-dogs,
Aren’t barking at all.
The guard then cried, “Get undressed!” and, when the Germans were naked, he beat them, poured liquid manure on them, or, catching a toad, shoved the fat thing down a German’s throat. The German was soon dead.

Utterly unhinged by years of persecution, by the loss of homes and loved ones, for the camp operators, no torture, no sadism, no bestiality, seemed too monstrous to inflict on those now in their power.
Some Germans were forced to crawl on all fours and eat their own excrement as well as that of others. Many were drowned in open latrines. Hundreds were herded into buildings and burned to death or sealed in caskets and buried alive.
Near Lamsdorf, German women were forced to disinter bodies from a Polish burial site.
According to John Sack:

The women did, and they started to suffer nausea as the bodies, black as the stuff in a gutter, appeared. The faces were rotten, the flesh was glue, but the guards—who had often seemed psychopathic, making a German woman drink urine, drink blood, and eat a man’s excrement, inserting an oily five-mark bill in a woman’s vagina, putting a match to it—shouted at the women . . . “Lie down with them!”
The women [lay down], and the guards shouted, “Hug them!” “Kiss them!” “Make love with them!” and, with their rifles, pushed on the backs of the women’s heads until their eyes, noses and mouths were deep in the Polish faces’ slime. The women who clamped their lips couldn’t scream, and the women who screamed had to taste something vile.
Spitting, retching, the women at last stood up, the wet tendrils still on their chins, fingers, clothes, the wet seeping into the fibers, the stink like a mist around them as they marched back to Lamsdorf. There were no showers there, and the corpses had all had typhus apparently. and sixty-four women died.

Not surprisingly, the mortality rate at the concentration camps was staggering and relatively few survived. At one prison of eight thousand, a mere 1,500 lived to reach home. And of those “lucky” individuals who did leave with their lives, few could any longer be called human.
When a smattering of accounts began to leak from Poland of the unspeakable crimes being committed by the Allied forces, many in the West were stunned. “One would expect that after the horrors in Nazi concentration camps, nothing like that could ever happen again,” muttered one US senator, who then reported on beatings, torture and “brains splashed on the ceiling.”
“Is this what our soldiers died for?” echoed a Briton in the House of Commons.
Added Winston Churchill: “Enormous numbers [of Germans] are utterly unaccounted for. It is not impossible that tragedy on a prodigious scale is unfolding itself behind the Iron Curtain.”
While Churchill and others in the West were expressing shock and surprise over the sadistic slaughter taking place in the Soviet Zone, precious little was said about the “tragedy on a prodigious scale” that was transpiring in their own backyard.

Lasha Darkmoon comments :

The “Allied Forces” who were responsible for all these war crimes consisted of four countries :  America, Britain, the Soviet Union and France. Of these four, it is indisputable that the Soviet Union was responsible for the most horrendous atrocities, including the mass rape of 2 million German women at the instigation of Stalin’s Jewish war propagandist Ilya Ehrenberg who advised the Soviet troops: “Use force and break the racial pride of these German women! Take them as your lawful booty! Kill!” (See here)

Was Stalin aware that his troops were raping German women of all ages in their hundreds of thousands and putting them to death with the most horrific tortures, such as nailing them to barn doors and thrusting telephone receivers up their bleeding, gang-raped vaginas? Of course, though Stalin apologists like to pretend that their hero, who had his spies and informants just about everywhere, was blissfully ignorant of all these appalling war crimes committed by his soldiers.

Stalin’s easy-going attitude to the mass rape and murder of German women was revealed in an unofficial, off-the-cuff comment he made to Yugoslav politician Milovan Djilas who had complained to him about Red Army rapes in Yugoslavia.

“Understand it ,” Stalin is reported to have said cynically, “that if a soldier who has crossed thousands of kilometres through blood and fire and death has fun with a woman or takes some trifle.” On another occasion, when told that Red Army soldiers had sexually maltreated some German women, he said dismissively: “We lecture our soldiers too much; let them have their initiative.”
As for the Americans and Brits, though their war crimes (including rape and torture) were far more muted than those of the Soviet Union, any pretence that they were unaware of what Uncle Joe and his Asiatic hordes were up to in Germany, can be dismissed as arrant nonsense. Churchill’s expression of concern for the horrors of the war that were leaking out of Germany, and his sly attempt to suggest that the Soviets were the only culprits—”It is not impossible that tragedy on a prodigious scale is unfolding itself behind the Iron Curtain“—has to be the ultimate in sanctimonious hypocrisy. This, remember, was the blood-bespattered Destroyer of Dresden speaking, the carpet bomber of German cities full of fleeing and terrified German civilians. [LD] 

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(Thomas Goodrich continues)

Among the millions imprisoned by the Allies were thousands of Germans accused of having a direct or indirect hand in war crimes. Because the victorious powers demanded swift and severe punishment, Allied prosecutors were urged to get the most damning indictments in as little time as possible. Unfortunately for the accused, their captors seemed determined to inflict as much pain as possible in the process.
“[W]e were thrown into small cells stark naked,” Hans Schmidt later wrote. “The cells in which three or four persons were incarcerated were six and a half by ten feet in size and had no windows or ventilation.”

When we went to the lavatory we had to run through a lane of Americans who struck us with straps, brooms, cudgels, buckets, belts, and pistol holders to make us fall down. Our head, eyes, body, belly, and genitals were violently injured. A man stood inside the lavatory to beat us and spit on us. We returned to our cells through the same ordeal. The temperature in the cells was 140 Fahrenheit or more.
During the first three days we were given only one cup of water and a small slice of bread. During the first days we perspired all the time, then perspiration stopped. We were kept standing chained back to back for hours. We suffered terribly from thirst, blood stagnation and mortification of the hands. From time to time water was poured on the almost red-hot radiators, filling the cells with steam, so that we could hardly breathe. During all this time the cells were in darkness, except when the American soldiers entered and switched on electric bulbs … which forced us to close our eyes.
Our thirst became more and more cruel, so that our lips cracked, our tongues were stiff, and we eventually became apathetic, or raved, or collapsed.
After enduring this torture for several days, we were given a small blanket to cover our nakedness, and driven to the courtyard outside. The uneven soil was covered with pebbles and slag and we were again beaten and finally driven back on our smashed and bleeding feet.
While out of breath, burning cigarettes were pushed into our mouths, and each of us was forced to eat three or four of them. Meanwhile the American soldiers continued to hit us on eyes, head, and ears. Back in our cells we were pushed against burning radiators, so that our skin was blistered.
For thirteen days and nights we received the same treatment, tortured by heat and thirst. When we begged for water, our guards mocked us. When we fainted we were revived by being drenched with cold water. There was dirt everywhere and we were never allowed to wash, our inflamed eyes gave us terrible pain, we fainted continuously.
Every twenty minutes or so our cell doors were opened and the soldiers insulted and hit us. Whenever the doors were opened we had to stand still with our backs to the door. Two plates of food, spiced with salt, pepper, and mustard to make us thirstier, were given us daily. We ate in the dark on the floor. The thirst was the most terrible of all our tortures and we could not sleep.
In this condition I was brought to trial.

During the Nazi war crimes trials and hearings, almost any method that would obtain a “confession” was employed. Eager to implicate high-ranking German officers in the Malmedy Massacre, [Jewish] American investigator Harry Thon ordered Wehrmacht sergeant Willi Schafer to write out an incriminating affidavit:

Next morning Mr. Thon appeared in my cell, read my report, tore it up, swore at me and hit me. After threatening to have me killed unless I wrote what he wanted, he left. A few minutes later the door of my cell opened.
A black hood, encrusted with blood, was put over my head and face and I was led to another room.
In view of Mr. Thon’s threat the black cap had a crushing effect on my spirits. Four men of my company accused me, although later they admitted to having borne false testimony. Nevertheless I still refused to incriminate myself.
Thereupon, Mr Thon said that if I continued to refuse, this would be taken as proof of my Nazi opinions, and my death was then certain. He said I would have no chance against four witnesses, and advised me for my own good to make a statement—after which I would be set free. I still refused. I told Mr. Thon that although my memory was good, I was unable to recall any of the occurrences he wished me to write about and which, to the best of my knowledge, had never occurred.
Mr Thon left but returned in a little while with Lieutenant William Perl [another American Jew] who abused me, and told Mr Thon that, should I not write what was required within half an hour, I should be left to my fate. Lieutenant Perl made it clear to me that I had the alternative of writing and going free or not writing and dying.
I decided for life.

Lasha Darkmoon comments:
Lt. William R. Perl (pictured) was another Jew in an American uniform noted for the delight he took in torturing German prisoners of war. Perl was also a good friend and associate of the Zionist Ze’ev Jabotinsky, founder of the murderous Irgun terrorist organization in Israel.
Though Perl had lots of German blood on his hands, he was nevertheless allowed by the Americans to serve as a prosecutor at the Nuremberg War trials.
The Presiding Judge at that trial was his fellow Jew, Col. AH Rosenfeld, who cheerfully admitted to torturing German prisoners of war as a matter of policy. [LD]

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Another Landser [= low-ranking German soldier] who was  unable to resist the pressure was Joachim Hoffman:

[W]hen taken for a hearing a black hood was placed over my head. The guards who took me to my hearing often struck or kicked me. I was twice thrown down the stairs and was hurt so much that blood ran out of my mouth and nose. At the hearing, when I told the officers about the ill treatment I had suffered, they only laughed. I was beaten and the black cap pulled over my face whenever I could not answer the questions put to me, or gave answers not pleasing to the officers. I was beaten and several times kicked in the genitals.

Understandably, after several such sessions, even the strongest German prisoners of war signed papers incriminating themselves and others.
“If you confess you will go free,” nineteen-year-old Siegfried Jaenckel was told. “You need only to say you had an order from your superiors. But if you won’t speak, you will be hung.”
Despite the mental and physical abuse, young Jaenckel held out as long as he could:
“I was beaten and I heard the cries of the men being tortured in adjoining cells, and whenever I was taken for a hearing I trembled with fear. Subjected to such duress, I eventually gave in and signed the long statement dictated to me.”
Far from being isolated or extreme cases, such methods of extorting confessions were the rule rather than the exception. American jurist Edward van Roden was to tell historian Freda Utley about the horrors being practiced in Germany by the Americans and their mostly Jewish interrogators:

Beatings and brutal kickings; knocking-out of teeth and breaking of jaws; mock trials; solitary confinement; torture with burning splinters; the use of investigators pretending to be priests; starvation; and promises of acquittal. Judge van Roden said: “All but two of the Germans in the 139 cases we investigated had been kicked in the testicles beyond repair. This was standard operating procedure with our American investigators.”
He told of one German who had had lighted matchsticks forced under his fingernails by the American investigators to extort a confession, and had appeared at his trial with his fingers still bandaged from the atrocity. (See

In addition to testimony given under torture, those who might have spoken in defense of the accused were prevented. Moreover, hired “witnesses” were paid by the Americans to parrot the prosecution’s charges.
When criticism such as Utley’s and van Roden’s surfaced, and even as victims were being hung by the hundreds, those responsible defended their methods.

“We couldn’t have made those birds talk otherwise,” laughed one Jewish “interrogator,” Colonel AH Rosenfeld. “It was a trick, and it worked like a charm.”

THE NUREMBERG WAR TRIALS

“It was a trick, and it worked like a charm.”

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KEY TEXTS: BACKGROUND READING

(Selected by Lasha Darkmoon)

—  Thomas Goodrich, Hellstorm : The Death of Nazi Germany, 1944-1947  (2014)
—  Thomas Goodrich, Rape Hate — Sex and Violence in War and Peace (2015)
—  JA Sexton and Lasha Darkmoon, Hellstorm, The Devil’s Cauldron: The Mass Rape of German Women by the Red Army and its Allies
—  Mark Weber, Part 2 of “The Nuremberg Trials and the Holocaust”, On Torture at Nuremberg
—  Giles MacDonogh, After the Reich: The Brutal History of the Allied Occupation (2009)
—  Mark Weber (book review of above), “New Book Details Mass Killings and Brutal Mistreatment of Germans at the End of World War Two.” (IHR: 2007).http://www.ihr.org/other/afterthereich072007.html 
—  James Bacque, Crimes and Mercies: The Fate of German Civilians Under Allied Occupation, 1944–1950 (2007)
—  James Bacque, Other Losses: An Investigation into the Mass Deaths of German Prisoners at the Hands of the French and Americans after World War II (2011)
—  Ralph Franklin Keeling, Gruesome Harvest : The Allies’ Postwar War Against the German People  (1992)
—  John Sack, An Eye For An Eye : The Story of Jews who sought Revenge for the Holocaust (2000)
See also : Address by John Sack at IHR conference “Behind An Eye for an Eye : Revenge, Hate and History” (May 2000) http://www.ihr.org/jhr/v20/v20n1p-9_Sack.html
—  Alfred-Maurice de Zayas,  A Terrible Revenge : The Ethnic Cleansing of the East European Germans (2006)
—  Benton L. Bradberry, The Myth Of German Villainy (2012)

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