Ο μεγάλος Φασίστας λογοτέχνης Κ. Μαλαπάρτε αποκαλύπτει: Ο Χίτλερ είναι γυναίκα
Δημοσιεύτηκε: 24 Μάιος 2018, 21:08
Ο Κούρτσιο Μαλαπάρτε γράφει στο Καπούτ:
Προσκεκλημένος από τον Γενικό Κυβερνήτη της Πολωνίας, Hans Frank στο τραπέζι με όλους τους αξιωματικούς των SS, τον ρωτούν "Δεν πιστεύετε ότι ο Χίτλερ είναι ένας σπουδαίος άνδρας"
Και ο Μαλαπάρτε απαντά: "Θα έλεγα ότι είναι σχεδόν άνθρωπος, άλλωστε όπως είχα γράψει σε ένα βιβλίο μου, ο Χίτλερ είναι γυναίκα"
"Just so," I added after a moment of silence. "Hitler is a woman."
"A woman!" exclaimed Frank, gazing at me, his eyes filled with confusion and worry.
Everyone remained silent, looking at me.
"If he is not quite a real man," I said, "why should he not be a woman? What harm would there be? Women are deserving of all our respect, love, and admiration. You say that Hitler is the father of the German people, nicht wahr? Why couldn't he be its mother?"
"Its mother!" exclaimed Frank, "die Mutter?"
"The mother," I said. "It is the mother who conceives children in her womb, begets them in pain, feeds them with her blood and her milk. Hitler is the mother of the new German people; he has conceived it in his womb, has given birth to it in pain and fed it with his blood and his..."
"Hitler is the father, not the mother of the German people," said Frank sternly.
"Anyway, the German people are his child," I said, "there's no doubt about that."
"Yes," said Frank, "there's no doubt about that. All the people of New Europe, to begin with the Poles, ought to feel proud to have in Hitler a just and stern father. But do you know what the Poles think of us? That we are barbarians!"
"And do you feel hurt?" I asked, smiling.
Προσκεκλημένος από τον Γενικό Κυβερνήτη της Πολωνίας, Hans Frank στο τραπέζι με όλους τους αξιωματικούς των SS, τον ρωτούν "Δεν πιστεύετε ότι ο Χίτλερ είναι ένας σπουδαίος άνδρας"
Και ο Μαλαπάρτε απαντά: "Θα έλεγα ότι είναι σχεδόν άνθρωπος, άλλωστε όπως είχα γράψει σε ένα βιβλίο μου, ο Χίτλερ είναι γυναίκα"
"Just so," I added after a moment of silence. "Hitler is a woman."
"A woman!" exclaimed Frank, gazing at me, his eyes filled with confusion and worry.
Everyone remained silent, looking at me.
"If he is not quite a real man," I said, "why should he not be a woman? What harm would there be? Women are deserving of all our respect, love, and admiration. You say that Hitler is the father of the German people, nicht wahr? Why couldn't he be its mother?"
"Its mother!" exclaimed Frank, "die Mutter?"
"The mother," I said. "It is the mother who conceives children in her womb, begets them in pain, feeds them with her blood and her milk. Hitler is the mother of the new German people; he has conceived it in his womb, has given birth to it in pain and fed it with his blood and his..."
"Hitler is the father, not the mother of the German people," said Frank sternly.
"Anyway, the German people are his child," I said, "there's no doubt about that."
"Yes," said Frank, "there's no doubt about that. All the people of New Europe, to begin with the Poles, ought to feel proud to have in Hitler a just and stern father. But do you know what the Poles think of us? That we are barbarians!"
"And do you feel hurt?" I asked, smiling.
