The Taihape Daily Times WEDNESDAY, JULY 28, 1915. THE CULTURE OF HATE.

Taihape Daily Times, Volume 7, Issue 263, 28 July 1915, Page 4

The Taihape Daily Times

WEDNESDAY, JULY 28, 1915. THE CULTURE OF HATE.

AND WAIMAEINO ADVOCATE.

(With which is incorporated The Taihape Post 'ina Waimarinu News.)

As showing the abnormally frenzied mind of the German people hi its culture of hate of Britain and all that is British we hereunder publish an article written by a German officer, and which appeared in a German newspaper published at Lille, in the Gorman language. It discioyeii that this hatred, which could not be surpassed by a concentration of the most diabolical spirit pervading hades, is sedulously cultivated in Germany in all minds from the cradl'e ( to the grave. A copy of th e newspaper containing this article was found on a German prisoner captured during the recent fighting at Neuve Chapelld*. We hereunder reprint the article as it appeared:

FIRE. ■ (BY LIEXJT.-COLONEL KADEN).) As children many of us have played with it: some fo us have seen an outbreak of fire. First a small tongue-like flame appears, it grows into a devastating fury of heat. out here in the field have seen mor e than enough of it. But there is also the fire of joy. of sacred enthusiasm! It arose fi’om sacrificial altars, from mountain heights of Germany, and lit up the heavens at the tim e of solstice and whenever the home countries were, in j danger. This year fires of joy shall ! flare; from the Bismarck Columns throughout the length and breadth of Germany, for on Ist April, just one hundred years ago, our country’s greatest sen was born. Let us celebrate, this event in a manner deep, far-reaching, and mighty! BLOOD AND IRON. Let every German, man or woman, young or old, find in his heart a Bismarck Column, a pillar of fire now in these days of storm and stress. Let this fire, enkindled in German breast, be a fire of joy, of holiest enI tbusiasm. But let it b e terrible;, unfettered, let it carry horror and destruction- Call it HATE. Let no one come to you with “Love thine We all have but one enemy, ENGLAND! How long have wc wooed her almost to th e point of our own self-abase-ment. She would none of us, so leayc to'her the apostles of.peace, the “No War” disciples. The time has passed when we would do homag© to everything English—our cousins that were!

■‘joa paaish England.” “May He punmil acr-• kam m greeting chat Low v.hua uernmas meet. The fire

uf this r.gamous na: e is all agio,,

10U jae.x of Germany, from Easc ana Vt/est, forced to sued your blood in the defence of your home-land through England’s infamous envy and hatred

of Germany’s progress, feed the flame that burns in your souls. We have but r 0116 war-cry, ‘'GOD PUNISH ENGJ LAND!” Hiss this to one another in the trenches, in the charge, hiss as it were the sound of licking flames. Behold in every dead comrade a sacrii fice fcrced from you by this accursed people. Take ten-fold vengeance for each hero’s death! You German pep-j pie at home, feed this fire of hate! |

You mothers, engrave this in the hejart of the babe at your breast! You thousands of teachers, to whom millions of German children look up with eyes and hearts, I'ejach HATE! unquestionable HATE! You homes of German learning pile up the fuel on this fire! Tell the nation that this hate is not unGerman, that it is not poison for our people. Write) in letters of fir e the name of our bitterest enemy. You guar, dians of the truth, feed this sacred HATE! You German fathers, lead your children up to th e high hills of our home-land, at their feet our dear country bathed in sunshine. Your women and children shall starve: bestial, devilish conception. England wills it! Surely, all that is in you risep against such infamy! Listen to the ceaseless song of the German forest, behold the fruitful fields like rolling seas, the,n will your lov e for this wondrous land find right words, HATE, unquenchable HATE. Germany, Germany above all. Let it be inculcated in your children and it will grow like a irresistible, from generation to generation. You fathers, proclaim it aloud over the billowing fields, that the toiling peasant below may hear you, that birds of the forest may fly away with the message; into all the land,

that echoes from German cliffs send it reverberating like the clanging of bells

from tbwef to tower throughout the

country-side: “HATE, HATE, the ac-

cursed English, HATE-’’ You masters,

carry the flame to your workshops;

axe and hammer will fall the heavier

when arms are nerved by this HATE,

You peasants, guard this flame, fan it anew in the hearts of your toilers, that

tli e hand may rest heavy on the plough

that throws up the soil of our hoih'ej-

land. What CARTHAGE was to

ROME, ENGLAND is to GERMANY. For Rome as for us it is a question of “to be or not to be.” May our people And a faithful mentor like Cato. His “ceterum censeo, Carthaginem e sse dp] end pm” for us Germans means: “GOD PUNISH ENGLAND.”