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Letters to Matt Koehl

Part 7

Edited by R.G. Fowler


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

29 August 1982

Dearest Commander Matt Koehl,

Many thanks for the very interesting Bulletin, and the call to our misled comrades of different false tendencies. I lent the NS magazine containing your beautiful article to an old German comrade well-versed in English. I presume he has been lending it to several more people. When I come to the USA you can give me another copy.

When can I come? I remember well there is every year a gathering in September; at what time of the month does it generally take place? I should be grateful, if you could tell me when (about when) I am to come in order to be as useful as possible and on the broadest scale. I have many things to say which I believe would be of interest to our comrades and in general to all Aryans of the USA. And I would, naturally, at every speech make an appeal for money for the NSWPP. “L’argent est le nerf de la guerre” [Money is the sinews of war]. You know how true is that old French saying.

I shall ask for a visa for three months and then go back to India—dear, tolerant India where I was free, and which I never would have left, had I only realized the conditions in Europe, now, 37 years after the damned war (a plague on the men responsible for it, and the dark devilish money powers behind them!).

I have nowhere in Paris where to stay for more than a couple of days. And here Frau Asmus, having other obligations, cannot keep me long. So please write and tell me as soon as you can about when I am to come over and by what means (ship or plane—which is the cheapest?). When I used to travel, in my youth, between France and Greece every year, I used to take a “deck ticket without food” and live on bread and olives. It was no use paying for food when I eat as little as I always did and yet do, and when I don’t even touch anything containing a drop of meat gravy or any animal fat (lard, etc., bacon). Can one take such a ticket on any ship sailing say from England to the USA? If not, I suppose a plane would be cheaper—what does the cheapest plane ticket cost? If not beyond the little money I have, I’ll pay for it myself. My present passport, till I get an Indian one, is in my maiden name, which you know.

Who will be the person inviting me to the USA? Ask Opal Soltau. She has cats—whom I adore. The authorities will find that quite natural for me to be “invited” by such a person.

I hope you (or she, or both) will come and pick me up on landing. It would be frightful if the wrong people—pretending to be you, as I have such poor eyesight—caught hold of me and sent me where I don’t want to go!

I hope—I have already stressed it—I shall never be forced, against my life-long will, to see a doctor or to go to any hospital or old-women’s home of any sort. If ever I “get worse” do please let me die in peace without “medical help,” which I flatly refused in France and shall always refuse as being against my “Spartan” conscience.

Please receive the best of all greetings.

Heil Hitler!
Yours as ever,
Savitri Dêvi Mukherji