But any indecision which I may still have felt about that point was

finally removed by the activities of a certain section of the Jews

themselves. A great movement, called Zionism, arose among them. Its aim

was to assert the national character of Judaism, and the movement was

strongly represented in Vienna.

To outward appearances it seemed as if only one group of Jews championed

this movement, while the great majority disapproved of it, or even

repudiated it. But an investigation of the situation showed that those

outward appearances were purposely misleading. These outward appearances

emerged from a mist of theories which had been produced for reasons of

expediency, if not for purposes of downright deception. For that part of

Jewry which was styled Liberal did not disown the Zionists as if they

were not members of their race but rather as brother Jews who publicly

professed their faith in an unpractical way, so as to create a danger

for Jewry itself.

Thus there was no real rift in their internal solidarity.

This fictitious conflict between the Zionists and the Liberal Jews soon

disgusted me; for it was false through and through and in direct

contradiction to the moral dignity and immaculate character on which

that race had always prided itself.

Cleanliness, whether moral or of another kind, had its own peculiar

meaning for these people. That they were water-shy was obvious on

looking at them and, unfortunately, very often also when not looking at

them at all. The odour of those people in caftans often used to make me

feel ill. Beyond that there were the unkempt clothes and the ignoble

exterior.

All these details were certainly not attractive; but the revolting

feature was that beneath their unclean exterior one suddenly perceived

the moral mildew of the chosen race.

What soon gave me cause for very serious consideration were the

activities of the Jews in certain branches of life, into the mystery of

which I penetrated little by little. Was there any shady undertaking,

any form of foulness, especially in cultural life, in which at least one

Jew did not participate? On putting the probing knife carefully to that

kind of abscess one immediately discovered, like a maggot in a

putrescent body, a little Jew who was often blinded by the sudden light.

In my eyes the charge against Judaism became a grave one the moment I

discovered the Jewish activities in the Press, in art, in literature and

the theatre. All unctuous protests were now more or less futile. One

needed only to look at the posters announcing the hideous productions of

the cinema and theatre, and study the names of the authors who were

highly lauded there in order to become permanently adamant on Jewish

questions. Here was a pestilence, a moral pestilence, with which the

public was being infected. It was worse than the Black Plague of long

ago. And in what mighty doses this poison was manufactured and

distributed. Naturally, the lower the moral and intellectual level of

such an author of artistic products the more inexhaustible his

fecundity. Sometimes it went so far that one of these fellows, acting

like a sewage pump, would shoot his filth directly in the face of other

members of the human race. In this connection we must remember there is

no limit to the number of such people. One ought to realize that for

one, Goethe, Nature may bring into existence ten thousand such

despoilers who act as the worst kind of germ-carriers in poisoning human

souls. It was a terrible thought, and yet it could not be avoided, that

the greater number of the Jews seemed specially destined by Nature to

play this shameful part.

And is it for this reason that they can be called the chosen people?

I began then to investigate carefully the names of all the fabricators

of these unclean products in public cultural life. The result of that

inquiry was still more disfavourable to the attitude which I had

hitherto held in regard to the Jews. Though my feelings might rebel a

thousand time, reason now had to draw its own conclusions.

The fact that nine-tenths of all the smutty literature, artistic tripe

and theatrical banalities, had to be charged to the account of people

who formed scarcely one per cent. of the nation–that fact could not be

gainsaid. It was there, and had to be admitted. Then I began to examine

my favourite 'World Press', with that fact before my mind.

The deeper my soundings went the lesser grew my respect for that Press

which I formerly admired. Its style became still more repellent and I

was forced to reject its ideas as entirely shallow and superficial. To

claim that in the presentation of facts and views its attitude was

impartial seemed to me to contain more falsehood than truth. The writers

were–Jews.

Thousands of details that I had scarcely noticed before seemed to me now

to deserve attention. I began to grasp and understand things which I had

formerly looked at in a different light.

I saw the Liberal policy of that Press in another light. Its dignified

tone in replying to the attacks of its adversaries and its dead silence

in other cases now became clear to me as part of a cunning and

despicable way of deceiving the readers. Its brilliant theatrical

criticisms always praised the Jewish authors and its adverse, criticism

was reserved exclusively for the Germans.

The light pin-pricks against William II showed the persistency of its

policy, just as did its systematic commendation of French culture and

civilization. The subject matter of the feuilletons was trivial and

often pornographic. The language of this Press as a whole had the accent

of a foreign people. The general tone was openly derogatory to the

Germans and this must have been definitely intentional.

What were the interests that urged the Vienna Press to adopt such a

policy? Or did they do so merely by chance? In attempting to find an

answer to those questions I gradually became more and more dubious.

Then something happened which helped me to come to an early decision. I

began to see through the meaning of a whole series of events that were

taking place in other branches of Viennese life. All these were inspired

by a general concept of manners and morals which was openly put into

practice by a large section of the Jews and could be established as

attributable to them. Here, again, the life which I observed on the

streets taught me what evil really is.

The part which the Jews played in the social phenomenon of prostitution,

and more especially in the white slave traffic, could be studied here

better than in any other West-European city, with the possible exception

of certain ports in Southern France. Walking by night along the streets

of the Leopoldstadt, almost at every turn whether one wished it or not,

one witnessed certain happenings of whose existence the Germans knew

nothing until the War made it possible and indeed inevitable for the

soldiers to see such things on the Eastern front.

A cold shiver ran down my spine when I first ascertained that it was the

same kind of cold-blooded, thick-skinned and shameless Jew who showed

his consummate skill in conducting that revolting exploitation of the

dregs of the big city. Then I became fired with wrath.

I had now no more hesitation about bringing the Jewish problem to light

in all its details. No. Henceforth I was determined to do so. But as I

learned to track down the Jew in all the different spheres of cultural

and artistic life, and in the various manifestations of this life

everywhere, I suddenly came upon him in a position where I had least

expected to find him. I now realized that the Jews were the leaders of

Social Democracy. In face of that revelation the scales fell from my

eyes. My long inner struggle was at an end.

In my relations with my fellow workmen I was often astonished to find

how easily and often they changed their opinions on the same questions,

sometimes within a few days and sometimes even within the course of a

few hours. I found it difficult to understand how men who always had

reasonable ideas when they spoke as individuals with one another

suddenly lost this reasonableness the moment they acted in the mass.

That phenomenon often tempted one almost to despair. I used to dispute

with them for hours and when I succeeded in bringing them to what I

considered a reasonable way of thinking I rejoiced at my success. But

next day I would find that it had been all in vain. It was saddening to

think I had to begin it all over again. Like a pendulum in its eternal

sway, they would fall back into their absurd opinions.

I was able to understand their position fully. They were dissatisfied

with their lot and cursed the fate which had hit them so hard. They

hated their employers, whom they looked upon as the heartless

administrators of their cruel destiny. Often they used abusive language

against the public officials, whom they accused of having no sympathy

with the situation of the working people. They made public protests

against the cost of living and paraded through the streets in defence of

their claims. At least all this could be explained on reasonable

grounds. But what was impossible to understand was the boundless hatred

they expressed against their own fellow citizens, how they disparaged

their own nation, mocked at its greatness, reviled its history and

dragged the names of its most illustrious men in the gutter.

This hostility towards their own kith and kin, their own native land and

home was as irrational as it was incomprehensible. It was against

Nature.

One could cure that malady temporarily, but only for some days or at

least some weeks. But on meeting those whom one believed to have been

converted one found that they had become as they were before. That

malady against Nature held them once again in its clutches.

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I gradually discovered that the Social Democratic Press was

predominantly controlled by Jews. But I did not attach special

importance to this circumstance, for the same state of affairs existed

also in other newspapers. But there was one striking fact in this

connection. It was that there was not a single newspaper with which Jews

were connected that could be spoken of as National, in the meaning that

my education and convictions attached to that word.

Making an effort to overcome my natural reluctance, I tried to read

articles of this nature published in the Marxist Press; but in doing so

my aversion increased all the more. And then I set about learning

something of the people who wrote and published this mischievous stuff.

From the publisher downwards, all of them were Jews. I recalled to mind

the names of the public leaders of Marxism, and then I realized that

most of them belonged to the Chosen Race–the Social Democratic

representatives in the Imperial Cabinet as well as the secretaries of

the Trades Unions and the street agitators. Everywhere the same sinister

picture presented itself. I shall never forget the row of

names–Austerlitz, David, Adler, Ellenbogen, and others. One fact became

quite evident to me. It was that this alien race held in its hands the

leadership of that Social Democratic Party with whose minor

representatives I had been disputing for months past. I was happy at

last to know for certain that the Jew is not a German.

Thus I finally discovered who were the evil spirits leading our people

astray. The sojourn in Vienna for one year had proved long enough to

convince me that no worker is so rooted in his preconceived notions that

he will not surrender them in face of better and clearer arguments and

explanations. Gradually I became an expert in the doctrine of the

Marxists and used this knowledge as an instrument to drive home my own

firm convictions. I was successful in nearly every case. The great

masses can be rescued, but a lot of time and a large share of human

patience must be devoted to such work.

But a Jew can never be rescued from his fixed notions.

It was then simple enough to attempt to show them the absurdity of their

teaching. Within my small circle I talked to them until my throat ached

and my voice grew hoarse. I believed that I could finally convince them

of the danger inherent in the Marxist follies. But I only achieved the

contrary result. It seemed to me that immediately the disastrous effects

of the Marxist Theory and its application in practice became evident,

the stronger became their obstinacy.

The more I debated with them the more familiar I became with their

argumentative tactics. At the outset they counted upon the stupidity of

their opponents, but when they got so entangled that they could not find

a way out they played the trick of acting as innocent simpletons. Should

they fail, in spite of their tricks of logic, they acted as if they

could not understand the counter arguments and bolted away to another

field of discussion. They would lay down truisms and platitudes; and, if

you accepted these, then they were applied to other problems and matters

of an essentially different nature from the original theme. If you faced

them with this point they would escape again, and you could not bring

them to make any precise statement. Whenever one tried to get a firm

grip on any of these apostles one's hand grasped only jelly and slime

which slipped through the fingers and combined again into a solid mass a

moment afterwards. If your adversary felt forced to give in to your

argument, on account of the observers present, and if you then thought

that at last you had gained ground, a surprise was in store for you on

the following day. The Jew would be utterly oblivious to what had

happened the day before, and he would start once again by repeating his

former absurdities, as if nothing had happened. Should you become

indignant and remind him of yesterday's defeat, he pretended

astonishment and could not remember anything, except that on the

previous day he had proved that his statements were correct. Sometimes I

was dumbfounded. I do not know what amazed me the more–the abundance of

their verbiage or the artful way in which they dressed up their

falsehoods. I gradually came to hate them.

Yet all this had its good side; because the more I came to know the

individual leaders, or at least the propagandists, of Social Democracy,

my love for my own people increased correspondingly. Considering the

Satanic skill which these evil counsellors displayed, how could their

unfortunate victims be blamed? Indeed, I found it extremely difficult

myself to be a match for the dialectical perfidy of that race. How

futile it was to try to win over such people with argument, seeing that

their very mouths distorted the truth, disowning the very words they had

just used and adopting them again a few moments afterwards to serve

their own ends in the argument! No. The more I came to know the Jew, the

easier it was to excuse the workers.

In my opinion the most culpable were not to be found among the workers

but rather among those who did not think it worth while to take the

trouble to sympathize with their own kinsfolk and give to the

hard-working son of the national family what was his by the iron logic

of justice, while at the same time placing his seducer and corrupter

against the wall.

Urged by my own daily experiences, I now began to investigate more

thoroughly the sources of the Marxist teaching itself. Its effects were

well known to me in detail. As a result of careful observation, its

daily progress had become obvious to me. And one needed only a little

imagination in order to be able to forecast the consequences which must

result from it. The only question now was: Did the founders foresee the

effects of their work in the form which those effects have shown

themselves to-day, or were the founders themselves the victims of an

error? To my mind both alternatives were possible.

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