This is the truth. He who speaks differently lies!

More than twelve years ago, the first dozen National Socialists gathered each week around a table as Adolf Hitler spoke fervently about the future that had to belong to us, to us National Socialists. We did not have much. There was the old driver Mayer, and the locksmith Riedel, but Adolf Hitler was surely the poorest of us all. He wore the uniform of a demobilized soldier and his brown military boots. For lunch, he chose the cheapest item on the menu. But I never heard Hitler complain, he never spoke of his poverty. Yet he had known poverty since his youth as he went hungry in Vienna, without a mother or father, or during the war as the only one in his company who never received a package, and remained as poor after the great struggle. As the others thought about their families, about their possessions and their money, Adolf Hitler preached the battle for freedom.

Hunger and poverty reduced millions to people who knew no fatherland any more, but poverty made of Hitler a nationalist, but also a socialist, a spokesman for the deprived among our people. The Führer said:

“Social welfare’s task never was or is to squander its resources in ridiculous useless ways that must, or at least can, lead to the corruption of the individual, but rather in eliminating fundamental weaknesses in the organization of our economic and cultural life.”

Well, some may say, that was twelve years ago. But today he lives in fine style, drinks champagne, and orders tablecloths that cost 20 Marks. That, at least, is what the gutter journalists write. The Red party hacks and their servants probably think that way because that is how they behave. Let us look at how this man lived during the several weeks in which the National Socialist Party took in half a million marks through his speeches: he had soup, vegetables, and a bottle of mineral water. No alcohol, no meat, no cigar, no cigarette. Those who doubt it can check with the hotels where Hitler stayed during his trips, and which are well known to the Jewish and Social Democratic rat finks. Adolf Hitler’s lifestyle is characterized by Spartan simplicity.

Between trips through German territory, when there is no public meeting, no S.A. gathering, no meeting, one comes to know the Führer as an artist and person of vast knowledge. Here he shows his companions an old archway, there a German cathedral soaring to the heavens, here a splendid German bridge, there a memorial to a hero of German intellectual life. He speaks of German history and how to use it, of the newest type of airplane, then in a village somewhere brushes the head of the boy of a German worker that the mother proudly raises toward him.

[Picture of Hitler talking to a young boy while the mother looks on]

Even Hitler’s opponents cannot deny that his party members not only believe fanatically in the Führer, but also love him passionately, honor him so much that dozens died for him, smiling and with his name on their lips. As Führer, Adolf Hitler stands far above us all, but as a person he is as our father or bother. He knows our suffering and our sorrows, feels them with us, because he himself went through life’s hardest school and never forgot his own years of bitter poverty.

Everyone, therefore, comes to him for help, and just as he will one day be the savior of the whole people, today he helps each individual fighter. That is how the relationship of loyalty and camaraderie developed between Führer and follower developed that binds heart to heart, and which no power on earth can destroy.

He who has not yet entirely understood the powerful new idea of National Socialism will find the way to a New Germany through Hitler, the man.

We thank Providence that it not only gave Hitler to us as Führer, but also as a man who shows us how to live as a German.