Doing a piece on Hitler, which happens to be intriguing to say the least, however, very demanding as for answers on why he did the things he did. His stability is questionable? From the facts found, he was spoiled. He thought more about his own feelings than others, especially less for his siblings, especially his half brother, who just thought the worse of Hitler until he came into power. When he arrived as a leader things changed, his and his brother primarily became close but it’s before the long journey as this Fuehrer, we must look into and their relationship, is worthy of dallying into. Hitler, yes, from information gathered was Homeless. He stayed in a shelter crowded with the Street’s leftovers. The one’s nobody wanted: the vagabonds, the trash, the low-lives, those that Hitler got rid of first when he got the chance to rule.
Reading this, I deal a lot with the Homeless, and to think that such a man as this went through the same route as millions of those displaced of a home, today; digging into history is sort of a passion for me, almost becoming a hobby especially when it deals with Horror as an enclosed shell, poverty. England is a wonderful source when visiting history such as poverty with Horror. We can see the why’s clearly. However, Germany has its own Horror; impoverished in ways that goes beyond imagination.
Such as the unusual character Fritz Haarmann, a German, a pathetic individual; absolute trouble carved from his footsteps; with a trade to carve meat for his patrons, a butcher for a small town, he learned fast to pack up however the meat or where it came from was not detected upfront his loyal customers. His background of how he became this…um, rather skillful merchant is the question. Kicked out of the German army, supposedly, his brunt arrogant behavior began to show a rather erratic concern especially to his father, who may have saw a terrible glimpse of the future with his only son; this same son blames most of his evil ways from the harsh upbringing his father gave him, and therefore, a terrible history has wrought forth; a terrible secret that baffles the mind today.
Increased with resentment, a hunger grew. This time an unusual one. A homosexual, his fetish for young men became everything including his relationship with a young man by the name of Frans Hans, and with his help did the ultimate.
The night thick with fog, cold and merciless, a chill can overtake the most furriest of animal, yet there were people out on the street, on very nights like this. Filled with Homeless children, Street kids, where their utterable excuses would be, if caught “there is nowhere else to go.” Not even families saw fit to bring them in, the platform, is the only place to lay their heads and from there Fritz Haarmann chose his victims.
One by one, homeless boys, now found missing, were picked up, and from there never to be seen again. Friends, family, even though distant wanted to know what happened to there family. One father, hopelessly regretting letting his young son out, as a form of punishment, due to an argument, let him sleep out among the crowded streets, and hearing of news that someone was stealing young boys, with tears searches to know of his own son’s whereabouts, sadly could not get an answer, for his son was no more to be found.
News came there was one who crept among the poor. A man so subtle, who did his work at night, and only at night, probably is the one who took his little boy. No word of who he was but one day, something arose, the selling of particular meat at a market square…
Unknowingly, people were attracted by the reddish meat displayed so neatly, impeccable such as to buy in bulk most of them, wondering what type of meat it was. No one asked; they took, they ate. Hunger can deceive even our mere tendencies. That is why it’s is good to have it under control. Temptation of the flesh was big on Christ. We are to follow His example, if we are to survive. Or, we may just allow the Devil to play on our tongues.
Fritz Haarmann, without a sad reflection sold body parts in the midst of a market square, among the unknowing people. A cannibal himself, he had killed more than two hundred people, young boys mainly; quite an awkward taste, his delicacy for young boys, (homeless children), those who lived on the streets, unwanted by family, were his sick prey. Finally, sent to prison; and from there his death. Beheaded, before his last appeal, he states, it was his marriage to his long time partner Frans Hans who has been with him, through thick and thin. His boasting of such a relationship became his most memorable act in court. Not a sign of regret or remorse was given. Not even to the father who was holding his dead son’s clothing, shaking for an answer “Why?” And this, deplorably, was a sad ending for both men.
