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    http://www.jlrweb.com/whiterose/leafoneeng.html Leaflets of The White Rose * The First Leaflet Nothing is so unworthy of a civilized nation as allowing itself
    Message 1 of 1 , Jan 10, 2004

      Leaflets of The White Rose

      The First Leaflet

      Nothing is so unworthy of a civilized nation as allowing itself to be
      governed without opposition by an irresponsible clique that has yielded to base
      instinct. It is certain that today every honest German is ashamed of his
      government. Who among us has any conception of the dimensions of shame that will befall
      us and our children when one day the veil has fallen from our eyes and the
      most horrible of crimes - crimes that infinitely outdistance every human measure
      - reach the light of day? If the German people are already so corrupted and
      spiritually crushed that they do not raise a hand, frivolously trusting in a
      questionable faith in lawful order of history; if they surrender man’s highest
      principle, that which raises him above all other God’s creatures, his free will;
      if they abandon the will to take decisive action and turn the wheel of
      history and thus subject it to their own rational decision; if they are so devoid of
      all individuality, have already gone so far along the road toward turning
      into a spiritless and cowardly mass - then, yes, they deserve their downfall.
      Goethe speaks of the Germans as a tragic people, like the Jews and the Greeks,
      but today it would appear rather that they are a spineless, will-less herd of
      hangers-on, who now - the marrow sucked out of their bones, robbed of their
      center of stability - are waiting to be hounded to their destruction. So it seems
      - but it is not so. Rather, by means of gradual, treacherous, systematic
      abuse, the system has put every man into a spiritual prison. Only now, finding
      himself lying in fetters, has he become aware of his fate. Only a few recognized
      the threat of ruin, and the reward for their heroic warning was death. We will
      have more to say about the fate of these persons. If everyone waits until the
      other man makes a start, the messengers of avenging Nemesis will come steadily
      closer; then even the last victim will have been cast senselessly into the
      maw of the insatiable demon. Therefore every individual, conscious of his
      responsibility as a member of Christian and Western civilization, must defend
      himself as best he can at this late hour, he must work against the scourges of
      mankind, against fascism and any similar system of totalitarianism. Offer passive
      resistance - resistance - wherever you may be, forestall the spread of this
      atheistic war machine before it is too late, before the last cities, like
      Cologne, have been reduced to rubble, and before the nation’s last young man has
      given his blood on some battlefield for the hubris of a sub-human. Do not forget
      that every people deserves the regime it is willing to endure!
      From Freidrich Schiller’s The Lawgiving of Lycurgus and Solon:

      Viewed in relation to its purposes, the law code of Lycurgus is a masterpiece
      of political science and knowledge of human nature. He desired a powerful,
      unassailable start, firmly established on its own principles. Political
      effectiveness and permanence were the goal toward which he strove, and he attained
      this goal to the full extent possible under possible under the circumstances. But
      if one compares the purpose Lycurgus had in view with the purposes of
      mankind, then a deep abhorrence takes the place of the approbation which we felt at
      first glance. Anything may be sacrificed to the good of the state except that
      end for which the State serves as a means. The state is never an end in itself;
      it is important only as a condition under which the purpose of mankind can be
      attained, and this purpose is none other than the development of all man’s
      power, his progress and improvement. If a state prevents the development of the
      capacities which reside in man, if it interferes with the progress of the
      human spirit, then it is reprehensible and injurious, no matter how excellently
      devised, how perfect in its own way. Its very permanence in that case amounts
      more to a reproach than to a basis for fame; it be comes a prolonged evil, and
      the longer it endures, the more harmful it is....
      At the price of all moral feeling a political system was set up, and the
      resources of the state were mobilized to that end. In Sparta there was no conjugal
      love, no mother love, no filial devotion, no friendship; all men were
      citizens only, and all virtue was civic virtue.

      A law of the state made it the duty of Spartans to be inhumane to their
      slaves; in these unhappy victims of war humanity itself was insulted and
      mistreated. In the Spartan code of law the dangerous principle was promulgated that men
      are to be looked upon as means and not as ends - and the foundation of natural
      law and of morality were destroyed by that law....

      What an admirable sight is afforded, by contrast, by the rough soldier Gaius
      Marcius in his camp before Rome, when he renounced vengeance and victory
      because he could not endure to see a mother’s tears!...

      The state [of Lycurgus] could endure only under the one condition: that the
      spirit of the people remained quiescent. Hence it could be maintained only if
      it failed to achieve the highest, the sole purpose of a state.

      From Goethe’s The Awakening of Epimenides, Act II, Scene 4.
      Though he who has boldly risen from the abyss
      Through an iron will and cunning
      May conquer half the world,
      Yet to the abyss he must return.
      Already a terrible fear has seized him;
      In vain he will resist!
      And all who still stand with him
      Must perish in his fall.
      Now I find my good men
      Are gathered in the night,
      To wait in silence, not to sleep.
      And the glorious word of liberty
      They whisper and murmur,
      Till in unaccustomed strangeness,
      On the steps of our temple
      Once again in delight they cry:
      Freedom! Freedom!

      Please make as many copies of this leaflet as you can and distribute them.

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