School for Barbarians: Education Under the Nazis (Dover Books on History, Political and Social Science)
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Published in 1938, when Nazi power was approaching its zenith, this well-documented indictment reveals the systematic brainwashing of Germany's youth. The Nazi program prepared for its future with a fanatical focus on national preeminence and warlike readiness that dominated every department and phase of education. Methods included alienating children from their parents, promoting notions of racial superiority instead of science, and developing a cult of personality centered on Hitler.
Erika Mann, a member of the World War II generation of German youth, observed firsthand the Third Reich's perversion of a once-proud school system and the systematic poisoning of family life. This edition of her historic exposé features an Introduction by her father, famed author and Nobel laureate Thomas Mann.
only a very few minutes! We leave it to each individual to picture for himself the misery, suffering, and cruel destruction which would result.” This is the instruction of a country at war, in the grip of terror, surrounded by atrocity and a delusive enemy. The bombproof cellar is set before the second grade in far more detail: “It is night. There is only a dim light, just sufficient to carry out the measures necessary for defense, but not sufficient to make it possible to read. A wounded man
automobiles, driving carriages, use of signals, path-finding, first aid and music. It also receives special training in Luftschutz and flying with or without motors.” “Special training in giving first aid and in music.” Is that quoted from some Nazi table or is Mr. Taylor responsible for the sequence? It is the sequence of Hitler, who could listen to Lohengrin, rapt, as his bombs ruined Paris; and it is in the spirit of the State Youth. The survey goes on to inform us that thirteen-year-olds
he asks. “Don’t you read German books any more?” I tell him how much I like to read German, but that it is very important for me to get to know American books now. Till agrees, with his mouth full, “I only read American books!” he says. René laughs. “And he can’t speak German any longer!” he exclaims, with a curious mixture of contempt and envy. “Imagine forgetting so fast!” But Till will not let that go by; he comes back defensively, “René drags his Hitler dagger around with him,” he accuses,
“and he’s got his armband on, someplace, too!” I look across at René’s lowered head. “Why do you do that?” I ask him. “Did you like the Jungvolk so much?” He shakes his head, very hard. “Oh, it’s not his dagger,” Bruce cuts in, explaining for him, and trying to shut Till up. “It’s Gert-Felix’s dagger, and armband, too.” “Yes.” René looks up. “And Gert-Felix was my friend.” Till’s mouth is still full. “But he’s dead!” “Yes,” René repeats, “he’s dead. The doctor said he must have died a minute
question is this: shall free human beings be transformed into a horde of slaves?” And, writing these words, expressing this most individualistic, democratic cry of warning, seeing so clearly what the Nazis were preparing (as far back as 1931) —was the Nazi Hans Schlemm. One of the surprises of the National Socialist Revolution was the speed with which signs and names were altered in 1933, when it was possible to call anything black that, a week ago, had been painted white. “Save the family!”