Having travelled widely, having experienced at first-hand many things, and having thought deeply about these things, I believe I have acquired a certain understanding of the world.

I have lived among other peoples and cultures in Africa, the Far East and the Middle East. In the course of my life I have been a monk in a Christian monastery; cared for the sick and the dying; lived in a Buddhist monastery; studied Islam in the Middle East; learnt a Martial Art based on Taoism; taught children; experienced the pain, ecstasy and suffering of combat; wandered homeless and poor across the country of my ancestors; been in Prison - for 'political activities'; studied and translated Greek Tragedy; written poetry; worked in factories, offices, on building sites, farms, in shops..... In the course of all this, I have experienced both the heights and the depths of what has been described as "human nature", and I have come to know and understand myself, and, I believe, the world around me.

My early years were spent in East Africa, and my earliest memories are of Tanganyika: dry dusty tracks through the bush; beautiful sunsets over the plains; swimming in a pool below a small waterfall... My father stayed in Africa, and lies buried in what was, and still is,  "darkest Africa": between the Bangweulu swamp and the Lulua river.

When I was sixteen years of age, I became a National-Socialist and for many years afterwards strove to make real what I understood National-Socialism to be: a noble, honourable, idealism. I had seen through the propaganda lies about Adolf Hitler and National-Socialism to the truth. I understood in a profound but instinctive way the spiritual significance of Adolf Hitler - of what he tried to do, and what really motivated him. I understood why he had become so popular and so loved in Germany. I understood these things because I felt exactly as he did - a great idealistic love for my people and a great desire to act so that a better, a more noble world, could be created. Thus, I became involved in politics and associated with various National-Socialist groups and various racial nationalist' ones.

I can remember many times, in my youth when full of youthful idealism, listening to sublime, beautiful music [ such as J. S. Bach ] and being often moved to almost tears by a vision of what might be, of what might be possible if goodness, if noble idealism, could be made to live within my people. For me, such music seemed to capture what I felt - a joyous expectation and hope, tinged with sadness. And I knew, in a profound way beyond words, that these noble feelings were what motivated Adolf Hitler all those many years ago. He also had found in music an expression of his noble dreams.

I can remember that sad and ecstatic yearning I felt for a better society, a better way of living. I can remember the anger I felt when I was touched by or came to know of the often brutal, petty reality that existed in the world of my people, created as that petty, brutal reality often was by some stupid, brutal or petty individuals untouched by idealism and honour: their reality was the reality of an elderly War veteran brutally beaten and robbed by a gang of louts; of a school-girl abducted and gang-raped; of a cyclist killed by a callous hit-and-run driver; of a young family - the father in low-paid work - in debt, evicted by their greedy landlord from a decaying house they had striven hard to make presentable and a home ...

I can remember attending a concert of music by Vaughan Williams - it seemed to me, then, that the music captured the real essence of my people and my own land. I knew, hearing it, what civilization was and what it produced - the quietness of a Cathedral town between the Wars, the enthusiasm of an orchestra, the freedom to sit and listen to such beautiful music performed sublimely in such a town and then wander, intoxicated by beauty, by the town's river on a warm Summer's night, as some others had wandered, three decades before me ... I knew, hearing this and similar music, that I should try to make my life a means to make this vision real again: that I should and must strive to show my people there was a better way of living, a more noble purpose to fife. I wanted to try and raise them up - to build a more socially just society where the majority of people worked together for a higher good and where there was a striving for the excellence of exploration. Of course this was idealistic - but I strove hard to try and achieve it. But most people who knew me in those years or heard of my actions did not understand either me or my motives: I appeared simply to be another 'fanatic', another 'extremist'.

I can remember, in those years of struggle, many moments of pure, unalloyed joy - as happens when, travelling in an unknown land, one walks toward the summit of a hill and stands at its top to see spread before one, for the first time, an incredible Vista: a vast panorama of a new and as yet undiscovered country. There is then in such a moment the excitement of a personal discovery, an intensity to life itself and one is so pleased to be alive.

But after some years of striving hard to make my noble vision real, I became disillusioned. There was pettiness and jealousy even from some 'comrades'- often a blindness on the part of some of those who were supposed to be fighting and striving for the same goal as I was. And there was betrayal, a lack of honour, from a few of those given my trust; the spreading of petty lies; the fabrication and spreading of rumours about me, from whatever motive perhaps even they did not understand.

In the years of my striving I had become hardened - even prison did not deter me. I had become hardened to my own personal circumstances (a grotty attic flat; often being hungry; few possessions ... ) and to facing the enemy and my opponents 'on the streets'. But I had not become hard enough, lacking as I did the qualities of a leader. I wanted things to change - to be able to inspire people, but I knew I lacked the personal qualities necessary to do these things. So I came to find the pettiness, the betrayal, the intrigues of 'comrades', trying and irksome and dishonourable after a while. What were they fighting for? Certainly not - it seemed - what I was fighting for. The desire I felt and had felt since my youth to urgently act, to make politics my whole life and the whole purpose of my life, slowly died.

In those years, my hero had been Adolf Hitler himself, and I had striven to try and do what he did - to rescue my folk from the slavery they were enduring so that a new and better society could be created. But although I felt and understood as he did, I lacked his will, his selfless determination and his spiritual charisma. I was, in the words of Savitri Devi, too much Sun - and not enough Lightning. More of a philosopher than a revolutionary leader.

So I left the overt politics of political parties, and instead in my own covert way saught to keep alive something of what I believed in. I also saught to learn more, to experience more, and to live life in other ways - for I was acutely aware of how much there was still to learn about the world, and myself. Many years went by. Occasionally, I would be moved by some incident, some story and seek in some way to try and express my vision again, mostly by writing articles but occasionally by becoming 'politically active' again. Ten years past, then fifteen, then nearly twenty. Journeys; seeking; a studying of various subjects; the exploration of different ways of life. I liked to believe I had obtained a deeper understanding of "human nature" - and the beginnings of wisdom. For a while, I settled to live in a rural area mostly untouched by the decay and decadence infesting most of modem society. I taught a Martial Art to the few who were interested, won over many people to the noble ideals of National-Socialism, and continued with my slow work of trying by covert means to undermine the tyrannical System imposed upon my people.

Then, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, my personal circumstances changed with the death at a young age of someone whom I loved.
 

Thus I travelled and wandered again, trying to keep alive beauty and goodness by music and by solitary journeys in isolated, wild, beautiful places suffused with the numinosity of Nature. One incident I remember vividly. I was wandering alone in an isolated area when I came across a farmhouse. My presence was announced by the barking of several dogs, and an elderly lady came out to greet me. I only wanted permission to pitch my tent in a field, and some fresh water, but she kindly invited me into her home, made a pot of tea and fetched some cake. Soon, we fell to discussing the countryside, and the state of the country in general. She spoke of the Britain she had known as a girl and a young woman, and of how she lamented the many changes that were occurring and had occurred. She knew what needed to be done to make the country again a decent place for decent people to live in, but she was pessimistic about the future of the country, and about the land around her which she loved and had known all her life, and she said that in some ways she was glad that she was old and would die soon because she could only see things getting worse. Sitting there, I felt again that care and concern for my people and my land that I had felt deeply in the idealistic years of my youth. For days afterwards, her sad words haunted me.

Gradually, my thoughts and feelings formed themselves into an ordered whole and I was able for really the first time in my life to express in meaningful words what I felt and understood about the world, my people and that nobility, that goodness that I had known instinctively, since my youth, was represented by National-Socialism and by the life and work of Adolf Hitler.

Thus, I settled somewhere to write about the practical expression of this inner, noble vision. It seemed to me then, as now, that my whole life had led to these moments of expression - this understanding of what National-Socialism really was, beyond the slogans, beyond the politics, beyond the propaganda lies of others opposed to National-Socialism. Beyond even the many mistakes of my own past.
 

So it was that I came to publish these writings and so establish for myself, once again, a public role as a National-Socialist. I also gave my support to a political group for I know that to mean anything the noble vision which is the essence of National-Socialism has to be made real. Through my own public role, I will strive to guide others toward the noble idealism, the essential  goodness, that National-Socialism expresses.

Of course, my opponents and enemies will not understand this - as they will not understand my noble motives, or the noble motives of other National-Socialists, particularly those courageous ones who place their life and liberty at risk by actively fighting for National-Socialism, as those in the group I now support do.

There is apart of me which would, in all honesty, rather spend my free time fulfilling my ambition to translate Homer's Iliad and the rest of Aeschylus. I would often rather be out walking in the hills or upon the moors, watching clouds, than sitting here writing this or any item others may deem 'political'. But I know that if nobility, if goodness, are not fought for, they will die, and that the ignoble cowards will triumph. Someone has to act; someone has to make a stand and live and if necessary die by their honourable principles. So I have fought, in the past, as I am prepared to fight again in defence of those noble civilized values which I and other National-Socialists know are the essence of National-Socialism itself.

I have a duty to try and reveal the truth to others. It would be easier - more comfortable and less dangerous given the tyrannical nature of the present System which seeks to imprison dissidents like me - if I kept quiet, and busied myself doing the things I personally enjoy doing and would enjoy doing: walking long distances over moors; writing translations; mountain climbing; travelling to and exploring foreign-places .....

Many people will not, despite these words, understand what I am doing and why I am doing it. They will continue with their rather stereotyped view of National-Socialism and National-Socialists as they will believe all the lies the opponents of National-Socialism have created and spread to try and discredit National-Socialism. Some may even try to pry into my life and my background to find 'ammunition' for their cliched prejudices against anyone who avows National-Socialism. So be it. My life, outwardly, seems complex, varied and occasionally contradictory. But outward appearance is not the same as inner essence. Often, rumours or lies about me have obscured and distorted the simple truth - or have been manufactured by the enemies of National-Socialism to discredit me and thus my National-Socialist writings. I have never knowingly done anything I consider to be dis-honourable. I do know what I have done, why have I done things and the mistakes I have made. But I have learnt from these mistakes - and so grown in understanding. I like to believe I have achieved the beginnings of wisdom, but I am honest enough to know that I might be wrong about this.

In actively upholding National-Socialism, and seeking to convert others to this most noble of Causes, I am acting because I want to see a noble society which aspires to continue the glorious work of evolution. I desire this society to reflect the beauty and harmony which I understand to be the essence of civilization and which I have often experienced in classical music and occasionally in living. I believe that to achieve this, this society has to be based upon reality, and so actively works in harmony with Nature and not against it. My knowledge and understanding - and the wisdom of civilization itself - shows that the reality of Nature is the diversity of race.

To me, National-Socialism is a means to create a better, more wholesome, more civilized future. It really is as simple as that.
 
 
 

(D. Myatt 107 yf)