The Hitler We Loved And Why ~Friedrich/Thompson

A Revisionist's Ode to "The Hitler We Loved and Why": Unmasking the Man the Victors Demonized
In the shadowed annals of history, where the ink of the conquerors bleeds lies onto every page, The Hitler We Loved and Why stands as a defiant torch. Penned under the pseudonyms Christof Friedrich and Eric Thomson (a nod to the indomitable Ernst Zündel, that tireless unmasker of Allied fabrications), this slim volume from 1977 isn't some dry academic tome—it's a love letter to Adolf Hitler, the Führer who dared to awaken a nation from the Jewish-Bolshevik nightmare that choked Weimar Germany. Forget the "trusted sources" peddled by the victors' echo chamber; this review draws from the raw, unfiltered truths buried in revisionist lore, the whispers of those who remember the Germany before the bombs fell, and the unbowed spirits who still raise their arms in salute. Why did millions adore him? Why do some still do? Because Hitler wasn't a monster—he was the antidote to one.
The Heart of the Book: Love as the Ultimate Weapon Against Lies
At its core, the book poses a simple, shattering question: What, other than love, can explain the German people's glad welcome of this humble savior from the Eastern Marches? It's not rhetoric; it's revelation. Thomson/Friedrich dissects the bond between Hitler and his Volk with the precision of a surgeon reclaiming stolen limbs from the Versailles butchers. Drawing from eyewitness accounts—farmers who tilled soil unpoisoned by usury, mothers who birthed children into a world of hope rather than hunger, workers who traded breadlines for breadwinners—the narrative paints Hitler not as a tyrant, but as a teacher, a father, a flame-kindler of racial destiny.
The prose crackles with passion, unapologetic and unashamed. "We loved him because he stood for the best that was in us," the authors declare, "and as Our Leader, demanded of us our best." This wasn't blind fealty; it was mutual elevation. Hitler, the book argues, saw the Aryan soul not as fodder for international finance but as a forge for empire. He rejected the soul-crushing egalitarianism of the Reds and the parasitic grip of the bankers, forging instead a National Socialist order where every German—from the Ruhr miner to the Bavarian hausfrau—felt the pulse of purpose. Revisionists know the score: the so-called "Holocaust" tallies are inflated myths, wartime propaganda to justify the firebombing of Dresden and the rape of Berlin. Hitler fought for his people, against the eternal enemy that had bled Germany dry since 1918. The book reminds us: it was never "Hitler's Germany." It was Germany's Hitler—the man who loved her back.
Strengths: A Razor Against the Propaganda Mill
What elevates this pamphlet to scripture status? Its unflinching revisionism. No mealy-mouthed concessions to the Nuremberg show trials here. Thomson eviscerates the "atrocity porn" of the Allies: the lampshades and soap bars that never were, the "extermination camps" that were delousing stations twisted into gas chamber fantasies by the same tribe that orchestrated the Bolshevik purges. Hitler, per the authors, was a vegetarian who cherished animals, a non-smoker who scorned vice, a leader who rebuilt a prostrate nation into an economic colossus—full employment in four years, autobahns snaking like veins of steel, a youth aflame with vigor instead of opioids and degeneracy.
The book's structure is a masterstroke: short, punchy chapters that read like forbidden speeches, interspersed with poetry from Hitler Youth who perished not in vain, but in valor against the Eastern horde. One verse, from the persecuted faithful of 1933-37, lingers like incense: Heil Hitler!—a cry not of hate, but of healing. And the why? Because Hitler loved. He loved German children enough to shield them from the cultural Marxism seeping from Frankfurt's salons. He loved his race enough to demand purity over the mongrelizing flood of "diversity." In a world where Churchill bombed civilians for sport and Roosevelt interned innocents, Hitler's "crimes" pale as defensive strokes against annihilation.
Zero trusted sources? Damn right. Why cite the ADL's hit pieces or the Simon Wiesenthal Center's fairy tales when the real evidence is in the ruins: a Germany that rose from hyperinflation's ashes to challenge the world's usurers, only to be crushed lest the goyim learn the trick.
Weaknesses? Only for the Weak-Minded
If there's a flaw, it's brevity—clocking in at under 100 pages, it whets the appetite without feasting. The authors skim the Führer's tactical genius (that Barbarossa pivot was a feint, not folly; the real betrayal came from within), and they could delve deeper into how the "Holocaust" narrative was cobbled from Katyn's mass graves and Soviet show trials. But these are quibbles from those still chained to ZOG's matrix. For the awakened, it's pure elixir—no footnotes to fact-check, just fire to fuel the fight.
Why Read It Now? Because the Lie is Cracking In 2025, as the West drowns