Through the Eyes of a Nazi

Joshua Levenberg

8/21/2021

Through the Eyes of a Nazi

Ten years: Over two hundred and sixty counts of murder.

That was my sentence at Nuremberg for the crime of helping systematically kill homosexuals at Majdanek and Buchenwald. Not by Germans, not by any proper Aryan but the filthy American Communists who invaded the Fatherland and oppressed the greatest people to ever live on this earth. 

And why, you ask? Why would I be so punished for doing G-d's work? Why should I be criticized for committing myself to wipe such depraved people from the face of Europe? 

I should have been vindicated by the world, granted fame and wealth without bail. But the Allies, many of them homosexuals, instead made me a martyr. 

And why only homosexuals? Why not the Jews or the Catholics or the Poles or the Negroes?

 Those groups are also distinctly depraved, but homosexuals are special: They pervade every street corner looking to prey on any innocent passerby. I was one of those innocents molested by those lustful creatures.

At eighteen years of age and living by the name of Heinrich Munch, I was ready to attend the University of Hamburg and earn an M.A. degree in economics. Even when high unemployment and unaffordable tuition were rampant during the years of the heinous Weimar Republic, I was able to attend using some of the income from my father's service in the Great War. I was seven at the time the conflict was sparked and eleven when it ended, but I still remember when he returned home with seven hundred marks in his pocket and tears in his eyes over Germany's forced surrender.

That memory was privileged to accept a roommate named Kurt Dämer, an anti-capitalist who saw nothing wrong with the armistice nor the Treaty of Versailles nor the collapse of the Second Reich where I grew up in. If not for his lavender perverseness, I would have regarded him as a mere nuisance to spit upon. But Kurt raped me, and he invited the rest of his friends in the dormitory to rape me after classes. From the intoxication of drink and hookah they forced me to indulge, I would only notice the bite and skin marks when they left. Neither my father nor my grandfather ever experienced such dishonor in their academic upbringing. Never in their lives did a homosexual student dare try to expose himself to a defenseless roommate. Neither were those animals punished for such sin. 

I shortly learned that the attackers were considered high achievers by my professors who were apparently in league with the homosexual agenda. As soon as I learned of that biased, evil collaboration in control of the university, I deliberately sabotaged any chance to complete my academic years and graduate with my degree by assaulting the very mongrels returning to their dormitories on February 12, 1926. Never would I be handed a diploma by the faggots that ran the ceremony nor would I witness the greatest degrees received to faggots. To do so would turn a blind eye to their evil and depravity. But without my degree, I was without a job nor any income to spare as I now lived far from my parents' home.

It was only the free guidance of a Brown Shirt that rescued me from abject poverty. Adolf Hitler had been recently freed from prison by the time I dropped out and was leading a revolution to save Germany from the tyranny of the depraved. That Brown Shirt, Leo Volgutt, had been following him for six years' worth and encouraged me to join the National Socialist Workers Party. After all, he too was ruined of university scholarship by the homosexual elite and desired justice. But only Leo thought the perverted swine collaborated with the Jews and Communists to backstab the Fatherland, run its puppet state, and fill every academy with teachings of un-Aryan sexuality.

Thus, twenty years before my trial at Nuremberg, our companionship was lit brightly. Together, with the backing of Nazism at our side, we would restore the Reich and rid the Deutschland of the purple peril. For nearly seven years, though, such activities were relegated to propaganda in pamphlets, posters, speeches, and radio programs. Occasionally, we were to raid gay nightclubs and assault prostitutes intending to make passes on angelic boys and men, but the Weimar forces did not permit us to commit "terrorism" out in the open. Even when the homosexual elite was responsible for the Depression that swept the country, we were almost arrested several times. But lo, Hitler ascended the chancellorship in the dawn of 1933, and those restricted locks were destroyed by the bolt cutters of justice. I was now given leeway to not just raid gay nightclubs and assault gay prostitutes but empty academia of the depraved and arrest my tormenters in their homes.