We knew
about the Jews, the mentally ill, what is happening on every front. And our conscience wouldn’t allow it, wouldn’t allow us to sit quiet and obedient. Bloodshed opened our eyes to the madness we
exist in and that we must rise to sweep away.
We, the
youth, must end the old guard’s day and start again. Clean the
buildings they have tarnished and cultivate the soil they have spoiled.
We fought
with words, with paper and ink. Using
trains and stamps to spread them out and fight the tyranny of fists and guns;
the perpetrators of war.
We fought
with an idea. An idea opposed to that
which rules us and our people, this faction of symbols and camps, and for a
return to a world of freedom and peace.
We fought
with our youth, maybe wasting it with foolish acts, but words and vigour were
all we had and, underneath the blade, I regret nothing: only pray that our
thoughts are preserved from harm and still rain down over Germany, that some
root of our movement will remain and flourish.
Somebody, after all, had to make a start. What we wrote and said is also believed by
many others. They just do not dare
express themselves as we did.
Righteousness can only prevail if people are willing.
Such a
fine, sunny day, and I have to go, but what does my death matter, if through
us, thousands are awakened and stirred to action?
Es lebe die
Freiheit!
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