We wish to thank Matt Koehl of the NEW ORDER for preserving these letters, photocopying them for the Archive, and giving us permission to publish them.
—R. G. Fowler
[Early August 1982]
Dearest Commander Koehl,
A couple of days ago I received, with heartiest thanks, no. 284 of the NS Bulletin.
I read therein of the cowardly assault on our French young comrade Marc Gillet. I do not know in which hospital in Nice he is laying—otherwise I would write to him directly from here.
Could you forward a few words of friendship from me to him? You will probably know where he is.
Can you please send me the address of Opal Soltau? I should like to write to her after all these months.
Thank all the Gods I am out of the dreary, depressing old women’s “home” in France! I ardently wish I am never again pitched into such a place, or into any “medicalized” establishment of any sort. I have never felt anything but abysmal contempt for the medical profession, based as it is on criminal “research” on innocent, beautiful, healthy animals. Sickly, diminished human beings should be left to die in peace without silly attempts to “help” them. Attempts to “help” me only irritate me and increase (of this be possible) my lifelong wild enmity against decadent modern society.
I loved your issue of White Power in which stood that article about the Spartans of old. They were people according to my heart—people who had no time for sickness, weakness, vice, or deformity—the most beautiful of the Hellenes, who were a Nordic people like the Germans, Anglo-Saxons, and early Romans, of before the Empire, i.e., before the days they caught all the vices and sicknesses of the Near East, ending up with Christianity, with which they finally infected the best people in Europe: the Germans. Had only Widukind won in his struggle with Karl der Sachsenschlächter [Carl the Saxon-Butcher, i.e., Charlemagne] and chased Christianity out of Southern Europe as well, completing the heroic work of Emperor Julian!
I just read—at the Schraders—a booklet on Giordano Bruno, burnt alive on 16 February 1600 after they pulled out his tongue. That is the stinking foreign faith forced on our continent!
My friend Mlle H— sent me a packet of books and old photos I valued very much at one of my French addresses. The packet contained four copies of my “cat book,” Long-Whiskers and the Two-Legged Goddess, or the true story of a “most objectionable Nazi” and . . . half-a-dozen cats, of which now I do not possess a single copy. One is at Zündel’s. If he cannot reprint it quickly (I am told he cannot) can he hand it over to you for reprint, if possible along with my book Impeachment of Man? Both these are short (100-200 pages, about). The cat book has nine beautiful cats’ photos. The other one has a beautiful tiger’s photo with the words “animal aristocracy.”
I am so upset that this parcel from New Delhi got lost on the way.
My eyesight is getting worse every day. If possible I should so like to be able to meet you and our USA comrades before I lose my sight altogether and let myself die (better dead than blind!).
I think I could come over to the USA this year. I am prepared to pay my own journey—partly at least; I have some 800 or 900 DM (German marks)—if my speech can help in any way to strengthen the pan-Aryan Idea in the USA. I should also like to meet Opal Soltau.
Hoping conditions are now improving for the NSWPP, I beg to send you the very best of greetings.
Savitri Devi Mukherji