Letter from Savitri Devi to Young Comrade A – 13 April 1975
13 April 1975
Dearest Comrade A,
I hope you received my humble birthday present to you: the “forbidden” photo — “forbidden,” I was told, by Himself, probably on account of the all-knowing, tragic expression it conveys of Him. (I got a “receipt” for it, as I sent it “registered a.d.” But I had, as I told you, also got one for the two books which you never received. So one cannot always rely on such papers.)
This is just a short note to tell you how I shall think of you (and of all our comrades and superiors far and near, in particular of Rudolf Hess, who will be 81 on the 26th of this month — and 34 full years behind bars, on the 10th of May!) on the great Birthday a week ahead. It happens to be a Sunday this year, so — Thank Goodness I shall not have to go to my dreary work and shall be able to be entirely alone and just . . . think.
At the most I will say a few words to my landlord, who, as I told you is a racially conscious Aryan fair of skin and with features like any of us — one of the racial elite of India that still exists (and that alone proclaims the everlastingness of our principles) after 6,000 years in an overwhelmingly foreign environment . . . thanks to the nowadays both abroad and (unfortunately) in India much hated and much attacked caste system. That landlord of mine — Mr. Yaggia Bhu Sharma — is entirely in sympathy with us. It was lovely, as I came to this room nearly two years ago, to hear him say how pleased he was to see two portraits of “our common Leader: Adolf Hitler” among my luggage.
Tell me how you liked the “forbidden picture,” if of course you received it.
I am thinking our Führer would be now — in a week’s time — 86, were he alive. And I wonder whether we, the few of His disciples in whose lives He actually has the first place, are as numerous and fervent as were the early Christians in 86 A.D., that is to say, under Emperor Domitian (the brother of Titus, who had none of his virtues), if I well remember. There had been a spectacular persecution of Christians in 64 AD (under Nero), but none since. And in the eyes of most Romans it was still difficult to draw a line between Christian and Jews (so one can say the Romans were beforehand in agreement with Pope Pius the eleventh — the one who condemned our faith in 1937 in his letter “Mit brennender Sorge . . .” — who said “All Christians” were in fact “spiritual Semites”!!!).
But surely one would have burst out laughing (anywhere save in Christian circles) be it under Nero or Domitian (or many later Roman emperors by the way) on hearing that “one day” the despised and now and then persecuted sect would dictate its dogmas to the whole West and even force them into yet undiscovered continents and islands. Who could have imagined the personality and power of Philip II of Spain in those far-gone days? And who can tell now, whether there is or not, in 1,500 years to come, to rise some equally powerful Aryan racialist, a worshipper of our Führer, our equivalent of Philip II the Catholic?
In one way it is a good thing that the future — although it exists already, as well as does the past — is totally unpredictable to finite minds.
Am following with great interest — as a sample of “Divine Retribution” — the events in S. E. Asia: the Red Khmers drawing in around Phnom Penh; the withdrawal of the U.S.A. I wish the last American who dies in Indo-China, dies with upon his eyes the very words of Rockwell’s red, white, and black “stickers”:
Hitler was right!
The whole collapse of U.S. influence there (and elsewhere in Asia) is the bitter consequence of the sending, during the war, millions of tons of armaments “via Murmansk” to the Reds of Russia, the U.S.A.’s “glorious Allies” — and partners at the infamous Nuremberg Trial.
The few Americans who stand in spite of all for our Aryan faith, and its god-like Promoter — Adolf Hitler — save something at least of the honor of the U.S.A. as a people with still an Aryan majority (for how long? — at the rate the niggers breed . . .).
I am still waiting for forma 12 of my book. Eleven formee more, then it will be printed entirely — never mind how slowly, what I say will still remain true at any time.
With the everlasting greeting of the Faithful,
Savitri Dêvi Mukherji