The founder and first president of this Truth and Justice for Germans Society, was a German Canadian man. In his introductory essay, he described the background for his motivation. In this very moving story lies the essence of what has happened and what our current situation is and the critical importance of our mission in bringing truth and justice to the German people. Here is his story.

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By a German Man in Canada, May 2015

Many of you, I am sure, are shocked by the scenes portrayed in Hellstorm and had a hard time watching it and processing it. I feel for you. This is the reality I have lived with since I was a small child. I wasn’t there, but my parents were, and they described these things to me clearly, and their memories became a part of me, and have also motivated me, and continue to do so.

My father was about 16 towards the end of the war. He was learning to fly in gliders, hoping to become a Luftwaffe pilot, and being trained for the flack artillery. He wanted so desperately to shoot back, but they didn’t let him. Towards the end, he became so fatigued from the day and night terror bombings that he finally said “to hell with running to the shelters. I just want to sleep. If they kill me, they kill me!” And so he stayed home in bed and slept through it, and survived, while many others he knew did not.

My mother and her family survived many near misses. The apartment building next to hers was completely destroyed and she lost numerous friends. She told me about the scenes of the smoking stumps of people who got stuck in the burning asphalt, and of the people who were cooked alive in their basement shelters, of close friends of hers who perished in a place where she was supposed to be, but was prevented from being there by other circumstances. To this day, my mother just trembles at the sound of the Lancaster engines in TV films, or real prop planes overhead such as those used by search and rescue teams, or forest fire crews.

And both told of the horrible starvation in the aftermath, and the brutality of the occupiers, how they would burn their leftovers from their mess halls to make sure the Germans got nothing. How US soldiers would eat sandwiches etc in front of them and starving children, and then mash their leftovers into the ground in front of them and laugh, or growl and shoo them away. They taught me to be grateful and not wasteful.

They also told me about how wonderful, orderly and peaceful things were before the war. How good it was, compared to what their parents endured after World War I. They were not hungry, though not well off, but they felt secure and hopeful, and part of a vibrant society and culture, who were proud to be Germans, working together for their common good, as a free people, in spite of the world wide boycotts. There was rationing, even before the war because of the boycotts and no hoarding. It was good and honourable to be German. They were happy to be part of the Hitler Youth and had fond memories of it. They could not understand why the world hated them. They were proud of their leader and the form of government, and what it had accomplished for all Germans.

They also told of the influx of ethnic German refugees from Poland (former German territories) and the unspeakable atrocities these people had recounted, all of which the world ignored. But it was no secret in Germany.

During the war, my mother also enjoyed being part of a girls choir that would sing in the hospices for the wounded, recovering German front soldiers of WWII and putting together packages for those on the front lines. It was a duty, an honour, and a joy.

I don’t do what I do because I have white skin, but because I am German. Not German because I am a BRD citizen (though I am), but because of my German blood, and the history, culture, heritage and honour it carries with it, which courses through my veins, and because of the DNA in each of my cells. My family has its roots in the midst of the Teutoburg Forest where Herman the German (Arminius) defeated the Romans in 9 AD. I have living blood relatives there today.

Yes, I am German, and proud of it, though not superior to anyone else. But I also carry this pain of my forebears; this burden of the voluminous lies told about us, and the weight of the horrific crimes perpetrated against us on the basis of a pack of lies. While I have no children of my own, I will not go to my grave without having done all I could to correct the historical record and to have sought justice for my parents, my forebears, and for future generations of Germans.

But, as I have always said, it goes beyond this and what happened to Germany. It is a struggle for all of humanity. For this same Modus Operandi is still being used today against other peoples, and still more people are still being sucked in by atrocity propaganda and bogus threats to go off and fight needless wars, and commit still more atrocities, which benefit the same elite few who fomented and benefited from WWI and WWII, to the detriment of us all.

This must stop! And WWII Truth is the key.

[….] I didn’t start this by having all of the answers. Nor do I have them all yet. This is the culmination of a life long quest for the truth and the facts which have been suppressed, and for the vindication of people. I am still learning from my own research, from the many other brave individual historians and investigators who have gone before me, some who have suffered greatly, as well as many contemporaries who share my passion and realize the importance of cutting through the decades old lies and propaganda, and establishing the true facts. Not only for the sake of the German people, but the world at large, today. For it impacts us all, regardless of nationality, here and now.

I was born in Canada, the son of two German immigrant parents, both of whom grew up in National Socialist Germany under Adolf Hitler and who survived the war and hell on earth. From the time I was a small child, they shared with me and my siblings the facts as best they knew them, and their own experience: the good, the bad, and the unspeakable horrors and indignities which they, like all other Germans of that era had experienced, some though worse than others, and of course, many did not survive to tell their stories. I had no relatives in Canada, only German family friends whom my parents became acquainted with en route to this country. Surrogate relatives, so to speak. They too shared their stories. Thus, even as a child, I had a far different view of the war than that which was presented to us on television, motion pictures and in school. Of course, I did not have any books such as those which are available today and there was no internet back then for me to really do my own fact finding and checking. But I knew enough to know that there were two sides to this story, and the German side was never presented. I also knew about allied propaganda, and I knew who controlled the media. So even as a child and especially later as a teenager, I did my best to speak out in school to defend my people as best I could with what I did know, or where I could at least cast doubt about the sources of the material. I also had more than a few school yard fights with those who called me a “Nazi”. There were always some things, however, which I could not challenge as I simply had nothing to go on and so I had to accept them as fact, until much later in life. My passion for this struggle never left me.

I was an activist and researcher on many issues over the years, and with the advent of the internet, it eventually brought me back to this fight for truth and justice for my people. And in the process, I discovered many facts which allowed me to discard even those things which I had previously accepted as fact, and, armed with this new knowledge, I was finally prepared to go public, […] certainly not to win any popularity contests. Nor for any other political agenda. Indeed, I made many enemies early on and endured many nasty and vicious attacks from others whose agenda I did not endorse, though they assumed I would. My agenda, however, has always been clear, and I am still here. It was always my hope that my efforts would lead to a grassroots movement, primarily for Germans or those of German descent who also shared my early experiences, and of other honest truth seekers. The response I have received over the years, in spite of the lunatic fringe and a few nasty, severely brainwashed individuals has been overwhelmingly positive.

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As painful and distressing as it was to hear the horrific stories that my parents and the others told me as a child, it was important for them to share it with me and my siblings. It was also essential to hear their pre-war experiences in The Third Reich under National Socialism, and to understand what was destroyed. The question was always “why?”. My father is long gone, as are most of the others, but my mother is still alive and I cherish the moments I can talk with her now one on one and can finally explain to her “why” these took place and for whose benefit. I can tell her, that I am proud to be German, as she should be too, and that we have nothing to be ashamed of. I can tell her and show her that there was no good reason for the war, that it could easily have been avoided and that Hitler did all he could to avoid it; that all of the horror, misery and death wrought by the allied powers, political whores and their financiers, was pure jealously and greed and born of their desire to rule the world and over all mankind. It is a satanic agenda and simply, pure evil. Nothing could ever justify what was done to our people and the lies which are perpetuated to this day. It has only served to solidify and perpetuate the power of an elite, self-chosen few, who continue to use the same model today against any other nation or people which dares to stand up to them and to assert their sovereignty and financial independence, free of the International Bankster Gangsters, and who happen to call themselves International Jewry. Those who refuse to see through the lies and propaganda and glory in their own national mythologies are either well paid shills or blind sheeple, being led to their own destruction, by those who rule over them. For the world is not “safe” and not “free” today, nor “democratic”, and we are all slaves to the global banking cartel that Hitler and National Socialist Germany tried to resist, and for a time, did so successfully.

I can also tell my mother, and my fellow Germans, that there are many thousands of people worldwide who are finally waking up to this truth each day, that I have played a part in this awakening, and so has she, as did my dear father, and all of the other survivors who told us their stories. Moreover, there are many others each day joining this battle and sharing this information globally, in books, films, websites and radio shows, and even many more others daring to share the information on the internet through many social networks, as well as local meetings.

This is the battle for all of humanity and the future of this planet, and I salute all of you who have has summoned the courage to look for answers, find the facts, to speak the truth and to share it any way you can. We do not know what the future may hold as a result of our efforts, but we need only to look around us to see where it is going if we do nothing and say nothing.

We can never undo the destruction, misery and death, and the suffering on all sides, but maybe, just maybe, we begin to put an end to their beast system (aka the New World Order), put an end to the needless wars being waged today, bring the true war mongers and war criminals to justice, and then build a sane, fair and just world, where all nations and peoples are truly free of international tyranny for the benefit of the few.