The Noontide Press:Books On-LineMein Kampf, by Adolf HitlerForeward, from Fortress Prison, Landsberg Am LechAuthor's Preface, from The Fortress, Landsberg Am LechVolume One: A Reckoning1. IN THE HOUSE OF MY PARENTS2. YEARS OF STUDY AND SUFFERING IN VIENNA3. GENERAL POLITICAL CONSIDERATIONS BASED ONMY VIENNA PERIOD4. MUNICH5. THE WORLD WAR6. WAR PROPAGANDA7. THE REVOLUTION8. THE BEGINNING OF MY POLITICAL ACTIVITY 9. THE "GERMAN WORKERS' PARTY"10. CAUSES OF THE COLLAPSE11. NATION AND RACE12. THE FIRST PERIOD OF DEVELOPMENT OF THE NATIONAL SOCIALIST GERMAN WORKERS' PARTYVolume Two: The National Socialist Movement1. PHILOSOPHY AND PARTY2. THE STATE3. SUBJECTS AND CITIZENS4. PERSONALITY AND THE CONCEPTION OF THE FOLKISH STATE5. PHILOSOPHY AND ORGANIZATION6. THE STRUGGLE OF THE EARLY PERIOD - THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE SPOKEN WORD7. THE STRUGGLE WITH THE RED FRONT8. THE STRONG MAN IS MIGHTIEST ALONE9. BASIC IDEAS REGARDING THE MEANING AND ORGANIZATION OF THE SA10. FEDERALISM AS A MASK11. PROPAGANDA AND ORGANIZATION12. THE TRADE-UNION QUESTION13. GERMAN ALLIANCE POLICY AFTER THE WAR14. EASTERN ORIENTATION OR EASTERN POLICY15. THE RIGHT OF EMERGENCY DEFENSEFirst chapterHome| New books| Table of Contents| Ordering Info| SearchThe Noontide Press:Books On-LineMein Kampf by Adolf HitlerForewardON NOVEMBER 9, 1923, at 12.30 in the afternoon, in front of the Feldherrnhalle as well as in the courtyard of the former War Ministry the following men fell, with loyal faith in the resurrection of their people:ALFARTH, FELIX, businessman, b. July 5, 1901BAURIEDL, ANDREAS, hatter, b. May 4, 1879CASELLA, THEODOR, bank clerk, a. August 8, 1900EHRLICH, WILHELM, bank clerk, b. August 19, 1894FAUST, MARTIN, bank clerk, b. January 27, 1901HECHENBERGER, ANTON, locksmith, b. September 28, 1902KORNER, OSKAR, businessman, b. January 4, 1875KUHN, KARL, headwaiter, b. July 26, 1897LAFORCE, KARL, student of engineering, b. October 28, 1904NEUBAUER, KURT, valet, b. March 27, 1899PAPE, CLAUS VON, businessman, b. August 16, 1904PFORDTEN, THEODOR SON DER, County Court Councillor, b. May 14, 1873RICKMERS, JOHANN, retired Cavalry Captain, b. May 7, 1881SCHEUBNER-RICHTER, MAX ERWIN VON, Doctor of Engineering, b. January 9, 1884STRANSKY, LORENZ, RITTER VON, engineer, b. March 14, 1889WOLF, WILHELM, businessman, a. October 19, 1898So-called national authorities denied these dead heroes a common grave.Therefore I dedicate to them, for common memory, the first volume of this work. As its blood witnesses, may they shine forever, a glowing example to the followers of our movement.Adolf HitlerLANDSBERG AM LECHFORTRESS PRISONOctober 16, 1924Contents| Next chapterHome| New books| Table of Contents| Ordering Info| SearchThe Noontide Press:Books On-LineMein Kampf by Adolf HitlerAuthor's PrefaceOn April 1st, 1924, I began to serve my sentence of detention in the Fortress of Landsberg am Lech, following the verdict of the Munich People's Court of that time.After years of uninterrupted labor it was now possible for the first time to begin a work for which many had asked, and which I myself felt would be profitable for the Movement. So I decided to devote two volumes to a description not only of the aims of our Movement but also of its development. There is more to be learned from this than from any purely doctrinaire treatise.This has also given me the opportunity of describing my own development in so far as such a description is necessary to the understanding of the first as well as the second volume and to destroy the legendary fabrications that the Jewish press has circulated about me.In this work I turn not to strangers but to those followers of the Movement whose hearts belong to it and who wish to study it more profoundly. I know that fewer people are won over by the written word than by the spoken word and that every great movement on this earth owes its growth to speakers and not to great writers.Nevertheless, in order to produce more equality and uniformity in the defense of any doctrine, its fundamental principles must be committed to writing. May these two volumes therefore serve as the building blocks that I contribute to the joint work.Adolf HitlerThe FortressLandsberg am LechPrevious chapter| Contents| Next chapterHome| New books| Table of Contents| Ordering Info| SearchThe Noontide Press:
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Volume One - A Reckoning
Chapter I: In The House Of My Parents
TODAY it seems to me providential that Fate should have chosen Braunau on the Inn as my
birthplace. For this little town lies on the boundary between two German states which we of the
younger generation at least have made it our life work to reunite by every means at our disposal.
German-Austria must return to the great German mother country, and not because of any
economic considerations. No, and again no: even if such a union were unimportant from an
economic point of view; yes, even if it were harmful, it must nevertheless take place. One blood
demands one Reich. Never will the German nation possess the moral right to engage in colonial
politics until, at least, it embraces its own sons within a single state. Only when the Reich
borders include the very last German, but can no longer guarantee his daily bread, will the moral
right to acquire foreign soil arise from the distress of our own people. Their sword will become
our plow, and from the tears of war the daily bread of future generations will grow. And so this
little city on the border seems to me the symbol of a great mission. And in another respect as
well, it looms as an admonition to the present day. More than a hundred years ago, this
insignificant place had the distinction of being immortalized in the annals at least of German
history, for it was the scene of a tragic catastrophe which gripped the entire German nation. At
the time of our fatherland's deepest humiliation, Johannes Palm of Nuremberg, burgher,
bookseller, uncompromising nationalist and French hater, died there for the Germany which he
loved so passionately even in her misfortune. He had stubbornly refused to denounce his
accomplices who were in fact his superiors. In thus he resembled Leo Schlageter. And like him,
he was denounced to the French by a representative of his government An Augsburg police
chief won this unenviable fame, thus furnishing an example for our modern German officials in
Herr Severing's Reich.
In this little town on the Inn, gilded by the rays of German martyrdom, Bavarian by blood,
technically Austrian, lived my parents in the late eighties of the past century; my father a dutiful
civil servants my mother giving all her being to the household, and devoted above all to us
children in eternal, loving care Little remains in my memory of this period, for after a few years
my father had to leave the little border city he had learned to love, moving down the Inn to take
a new position in Passau, that is, in Germany proper.
In those days constant moving was the lot of an Austrian customs official. A short time later, my
father was sent to Linz, and there he was finally pensioned. Yet, indeed, this was not to mean
"res"' for the old gentleman. In his younger days, as the son of a poor cottager, he couldn't bear
to stay at home. Before he was even thirteen, the little boy laced his tiny knapsack and ran away
from his home in the Waldviertel. Despite the at tempts of 'experienced' villagers to dissuade
him, he made his way to Vienna, there to learn a trade. This was in the fifties of the past century.
A desperate decision, to take to the road with only three gulden for travel money, and plunge
into the unknown. By the time the thirteen-year-old grew to be seventeen, he had passed his
apprentice's examination, but he was not yet content. On the contrary. The long period of
hardship, endless misery, and suffering he had gone through strengthened his determination to
give up his trade and become ' something better. Formerly the poor boy had regarded the priest
as the embodiment of all humanly attainable heights; now in the big city, which had so greatly
widened his perspective, it was the rank of civil servant. With all the tenacity of a young man
whom suffering and care had made 'old' while still half a child, the seventeen-year-old clung to
his new decision-he did enter the civil service. And after nearly twenty-three years, I believe, he
reached his goal. Thus he seemed to have fulfilled a vow which he had made as a poor boy: that
he would not return to his beloved native village until he had made something of himself.
His goal was achieved; but no one in the village could remember the little boy of former days,
and to him the village had grown strange.
When finally, at the age of fifty-six, he went into retirement, he could not bear to spend a single
day of his leisure in idleness. Near the Upper Austrian market village of Lambach he bought a
farm, which he worked himself, and thus, in the circuit of a long and industrious life, returned to
the origins of his forefathers.
It was at this time that the first ideals took shape in my breast. All my playing about in the open,
the long walk to school, and particularly my association with extremely 'husky' boys, which
sometimes caused my mother bitter anguish, made me the very opposite of a stay-at-home. And
though at that time I scarcely had any serious ideas as to the profession I should one day pursue,
my sympathies were in any case not in the direction of my father's career. I believe that even
then my oratorical talent was being developed in the form of more or less violent arguments
with my schoolmates. I had become a little ringleader; at school I learned easily and at that time
very well, but was otherwise rather hard to handle. Since in my free time I received singing
lessons in the cloister at Lambach, I had excellent oppor
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