Subject:     SF: Soviet/Jewish crimes against our people
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From: murungu@interserv.com
Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 21:48:44 -0700
Subject: SF: Soviet/Jewish crimes against our people
 
 
I think this message that I recently received from another listserv
will be of interest to many Stormfronters.  It should also be of
interest to the lurking spies here who serve the Jews [you know who
you are] to assist them in understanding what exactly it is that they
are condoning/supporting.
 
There are voices who say: 'we have to be moderate!' and 'let's
be nice to other peoples and races!'  But when these 'others' are in
positions of power over =our= people, how do we fare at their hands?
The notes below help to provide an answer, and should assist in
clarifying our mission.  Not for the squeamish!
 
Note please that Ilya Ehrenburg was a Jew.  Ehrenburg alone serves as
excellent cause for interning or deporting [or use your imagination]
all the world's Jews from Aryan societies.
 
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Date: Fri, 31 May 96 05:16:07 -0700 (PDT)...
 
...published recently in "Der Freiwillige, June 1995, pages 10-11, under the
title "In Their Terror All Were Alike," written (or edited) by Hans Koppe.
 
". . . Since the same old stories of war crimes allegedly committed by the
Germans are being parroted over and over again in prayer-wheel fashion,
particularly by the younger generations who are too lazy (or deliberately
unwilling) to obtain a real grasp of the subject through the study of
documents from the archives of our former enemies' documents which are both
accessible and irrefutable - we wish to call to mind the following report
which first appeared 30 years ago in the Deutschland Journal of April 23,
on p. 7 of issue 17.
 
It is supplemented with the eyewitness report of an armoured infantryman
who recorded his impressions on March 7, 1995. P. 7, issue 17, April 23,
1965 (Deutschland-Journal). Report of the German-Brazilian citizen Leonora
Geier, nee Cavoa, born on October 22, 1925 in Sao Paulo, Brazil.   Before
the expulsion she lived in Hirschberg, Bahnstrasse 8.
 
Present at the writing of this report:
 
Bernhard Wassmann, born on May 10, 1901, Bautzen, Senftenberger Strasse 15;
 
Reiner Halhammer, born on February 3, 1910, Bautzen, Sterngasse 2;
 
Manfred Haer, born on April 9, 1929, Gorlitz, A.Bebel-Strasse 1;
 
KyrillWratilavo, born on March 3, 1918,
Bautzen, Karl-Marx-Strasse 25.
 
The witnesses present confirm that the aforementioned, Leonora Geier, made
this report without any coercion, threats or other outside influence,
motivated solely by the need to make the terrible events of the time of the
German Reich's collapse known to posterity since she has received
permission to emigrate to Brazil.
 
The report was drawn up on October 6, 1955 and discusses the events of
February 16, 17 and 18 1945, which are already partially known. At that
time the witness was employed as typist in Camp "Vilmsee" of the RAD), the
Women's Labour Service.  Being a Brazilian. she was considered by the
Russian Army to be an ally put to forced labour in the .service of the
National-Socialist state.
 
These prerogatives were attested to by a document which she presented here
and which bears the rubber stamp of the First White Russian Army. Since the
present report disregards existing moral standards and sexual taboos, it
must under no circumstances be made available to underage persons.
 
All events are recounted in a plain, straight-forward manner in order to
document historical accuracy. Nothing has been added, nothing was withheld.
 
 
Bernhard Wassmann and Manfred Haer were members of the Infantry Artillery
and Training Company I. G. 81 and were assigned to rescue operations in the
aforementioned camp when the city of Neustettin was occupied following the
temporary retreat of the First White Russian Army:
 
"On the morning of February 16 [19451 a Russian division occupied the Reich
Labour Service camp of Vilmsee in Neustettin. The Commissar, who spoke
German well, informed me that the camp was dissolved and that, as we were a
uniformed unit, we were to be transported immediately to a collecting camp.
 
 
Since 1, being a Brazilian, belonged to a nation on friendly terms with the
Allies, he entrusted me with the leadership of the transport which went to
Neustettin, into the yard of what used to be an iron foundry. We were some
500 girls from the Women's Reich Labour Service.
 
The Commissar was very polite to us and assigned us to the foreign workers'
barracks of the factory. But the allocated space was too small
for 11 of us, and so I went to speak to the Commissar about it.
 
He said that it was, after all, only a temporary arrangement, and offered
that I could come to the typists' office if it was too crowded for me,
which I gladly accepted. He immediately warned me to avoid any further
contact with the others, as those were members of an illegal army. My
protests that this was not true were cut off with the remark that if I ever
said anything like that ever again, I would be shot.
 
Suddenly I heard loud screams, and immediately two Red Army soldiers
brought in five girls. The commissar ordered them to undress. When they
refused out of modesty, he ordered me to do it to them, and for all of us
to follow him.
 
We crossed the yard to the former works kitchen, which had been completely
cleared out except for a few tables on the window side. It was terribly
cold, and the poor girls shivered. In the large, tiled room some Russians
were waiting for us, making remarks that must have been very obscene,
judging from how everything they said drew gales of laughter.
 
The Commissar told me to watch and learn how to turn the Master Race into
whimpering bits of misery. Now two Poles came in, dressed only in trousers,
and the girls cried out at their sight. They quickly grabbed the first of
the girls, and bent her backwards over the edge of the table until her
joints cracked. I was close to passing out as one of them took his knife
and, before the very eyes of the other girls, cut off her right breast. He
paused for a moment, then cut off the other side.
 
I have never-heard anyone scream as desperately as that girl. After this
operation he drove his knife into her abdomen several times, which again
was accompanied by the cheers of the Russians.
 
The next girl cried for mercy, but in vain, it even seemed that the
gruesome deed was done particularly slowly because she was especially
pretty. The other three had collapsed, they cried for their mothers and
begged for a quick death, but the same fate awaited them as well.
 
The last of them was still almost a child, with barely developed breasts.
They literally tore the flesh off her ribs until the white bones showed.
 
Another five girls were brought in. They had been carefully chosen this
time. All of them were well-developed and pretty. When they saw the bodies
of their predecessors they began to cry and scream. Weakly, they tried
desperately to defend themselves, but it did them no good as the Poles grew
ever more cruel.
 
They sliced the body of one of them open lengthwise and poured in a can of
machine oil, which they tried to light. A Russian shot one of the other
girls in the genitals before they cut off her breasts.
 
Loud howls of approval began when someone brought a saw from a tool chest.
This was used to tear off the breasts of the other girls, which soon caused
the floor to be awash in blood. The Russians were in a blood frenzy.
 
More girls were being brought in continually. I saw these grisly
proceedings as through a red haze. Over and over again I heard the terrible
screams when the breasts were tortured, and the loud groans at the
mutilation of the genitals.
 
When my knees buckled I was forced onto a chair. The Commissar always made
sure that I was watching, and when I had to throw up they even paused in
their tortures.
 
One girl had not undressed completely, she may also have been a little
older than the others, who were around seventeen years of age. They soaked
her bra with oil and set it on fire, and while she screamed, a thin iron
rod was shoved into her vagina until it came out her navel.
 
In the yard entire groups of girls were clubbed to death after the
prettiest of them had been selected for this torture. The air was filled
with the death cries of many hundreds of girls. But compared to what
happened in here, the beating to death outside was almost humane.
 
It was a horrible fact that not one of the girls mutilated here ever
fainted. Each of them suffered mutilation fully conscious. In their terror
all of them were alike in their pleading; it was always the same, the
begging for mercy, the high-pitched scream when the breasts were cut and
the groans when the genitals were mutilated.
 
The slaughter was interrupted several times to sweep the blood out of the
room and to clear away the bodies. That evening I succumbed to a severe
case of nervous fever. I do not remember anything from that point on until
I came to in a field hospital.
 
German troops had temporarily recaptured Neustettin, thus liberating us. As
I learned later, some 2,000 girls who had been in RAD, BDM and other camps
nearby were murdered in the first three days of Russian occupation."
 
(signed) Mrs. Leonora Geier, nee Cavoa
 
Copy of a handwritten report:
 
"I read the account of an eyewitness, Mrs. Leonora Geier. The bestiality
she experienced, and described in her account, is 100% true. and a typical
reflection of the fantasies and exhortations of the Soviet propagandist and
chief ideologist Ilya Ehrenburg.
 
This bestiality was a tactical measure intended to force the German
population to flee from the Eastern regions en masse, and was the rule
rather than the exception all the way over to the Oder River.
 
What I myself witnessed:
 
I was an armoured infantryman and had been trained on the most modern
German tank of those days, the Panther. Survivors from tank crews were
reassembled in the Reserves at Cottbus and kept ready for action.
 
In mid January, 1945, we were transferred to Frankfurt on the Oder River,
into a school building. One morning we were issued infantry weapons, guns,
bazookas and submachine guns.
 
The next day we were ordered to march to Neustettin. We traveled the first
60 miles or so by lorry, and after that  some 90 miles per day in forced
marches.
 
We were to take over some tanks that were kept ready for us in a forest
west of Neustettin. After a march lasting two days and nights, some ten
crews reached the forest just before dawn.
 
Two tanks were immediately readied for action and guarded the approach
roads while the other comrades, bone-weary, got a little sleep. By noon all
tanks, approximately 20, had been readied.
 
Our orders were to set up a front-line and to recapture villages and towns
from the Russians. My platoon of three tanks attacked a suburb that had a
train station with a forecourt. After we destroyed several anti-tank guns
the Russians surrendered.
 
More and more of them emerged from the houses. They were gathered into the
forecourt about 200 sat crowded closely together. Then something unexpected
happened.
 
Several German women ran towards the Russians and stabbed at them with
cutlery forks and knives. It was our responsibility to protect prisoners,
and we could not permit this. But it was not until I fired a submachine gun
into the air that the women drew back, and cursed us for presuming to
protect these animals. They urged us to go into the houses and take a look
at what (the Russians) had done there.
 
We did so, a few of us at a time, and we were totally devastated. We had
never seen anything like it utterly, unbelievably monstrous! Naked, dead
women lay in many of the rooms. Swastikas had been cut into their abdomens,
in some the intestines bulged out, breasts were cut up, faces beaten to a
pulp and swollen puffy.
 
Others had been tied to the furniture by their hands and feet, and
massacred. A broomstick protruded from the vagina of one, a besom from that
of another, etc. To me, a young man of 24 years at that time, it was a
devastating sight, simply incomprehensible!
 
Then the women told their story:
 
The mothers had had to witness how their teen and twelve-year-old daughters
were raped by some 20 men; the daughters in turn saw their mothers being
raped, even their grandmothers.
 
Women who tried to resist were brutally tortured to death. There was no
mercy. Many women were not local; they had come there from other towns,
fleeing from the Russians.
 
They also told us of the fate of the girls from the RAD whose barracks had
been captured by the Russians. When the butchery of the girls began, a few
of them had been able to crawl underneath the barracks and hide. At night
they escaped, and told us what they knew. There were three of them.
 
The women and girls saw parts of what Mrs. Leonora Geier described. The
women we liberated were in a state almost impossible to describe. They were
overfatigued and their faces had a confused, vacant look. Some were beyond
speaking, ran up and down and moaned the same sentences over and over
again.
 
Having seen the consequences of these bestial atrocities, we were terribly
agitated and determined to fight. We knew the war was past winning; but it
was our obligation and sacred duty to fight to the last bullet . . ."
 
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