Hellstorm Now in Paperback & Kindle
The Mass Rape of German Women & Girls
I am delighted to announce that Thomas Goodrich’s Hellstorm, his harrowing saga of Allied atrocities against civilians, especially women, children, and the aged, in the final months and aftermath of World War II is now available in paperback and Kindle. The following excerpt, on the mass rape of German women and girls, reminds us that such rape was a deliberate policy of Jewish/Communist ethnic warfare — something that needs to be borne in mind as today’s mass rape of English girls by Muslim invaders is being spun as just a ghastly oversight rather than a deliberate policy of England’s present-day rulers, who are the spiritual and in some cases blood cousins of the Bolsheviks.
Traumatic as first encounters were, when the [Soviet] shock troops moved off many Germans would concur that the experience had not been as bad as feared. While rapes had occurred and while many German men of military age had been marched east or shot on the spot, the front line soldier was more concerned with fighting and survival than with loot, rape and revenge. Not so with those who followed. In numerous instances, before Red combat officers and men pushed on they turned to the helpless civilians with stone-like faces: “The Mongols are coming. . . . Very bad men. You go quick. Go quick.”
Composed largely of Mongols, Kazakhs, Kalmuks, and other Asians, as well as convicts and Jewish commissars, these men who formed the second wave of troops were regarded, even by their own comrades, as utterly merciless. Terrified by the news, many Germans did attempt to flee and move in the wake of the first Soviet wave. Most, however, found themselves trapped and could do little more than hide young girls and once again pray that their worst fears were unfounded. After a wait of sometimes days, but normally only hours, the dreaded second wave arrived. There were no preliminaries. Unlike storm troops, who cautiously entered towns and villages and slipped nervously from door to door, the rear echelons burst noisily into communities atop trucks, tanks or peasant carts crammed high with loot. Often wildly drunk, many wore a bizarre array of stolen clothes and gaudy jewelry. Adding to the chaos were herds of bellowing cattle and sheep.
“It was almost like a scene from the Middle Ages—a migration, no less,” said one stunned observer.
Soon after the “carnival columns” halted in a German town, hell on earth was unleashed. “It seemed as though the devil himself had come. . . ,” a witness from Silesia wrote. “The ‘Mongol barbarism of the Asiatic plains’ had come not in a propaganda phrase but in the flesh.”
While flames shot up from different corners of the towns and gunfire erupted as citizens were murdered in the streets, the invaders soon began kicking in doors to homes, shops and churches. “[A] whole horde of Asiatic-looking fellows appeared and started searching the cellar… ,” recalled one priest. “The place was a dreadful sight by the time they had finished. The room was already full of smoke and I begged one of the Russians to let us out. . . . Were they going to let us be burnt to death? After a while, however, a more civilized-looking Russian appeared and I repeated my request. He led us out to . . . the courtyard of the convent. The noise was deafening—the raucous shouts of the Russians, the crackling of the flames, the crashing of beams and brickwork.”
Many horrified Germans tried to greet with a smile their strange visitors. Revealed one woman from a boarding house in Berbitz:
As a precaution, the landlord, Mr. Grebmann, had lined the vestibule with liquor bottles in the naive hope that his house might thereby be spared from ransacking. To the succeeding troop of slant-eyed Mongolians, the tenants brought their jewelry and watches. Hysterical, Mrs. Friedel embraced one of the greasy Kirgis and drank with him from the same bottle, and the elderly Mr. Grebmann patted them familiarly on the back. . . . One of the Mongolians held up my Tom’s tall leather boots triumphantly, the other one put my rings into his pants pocket. . . .
Scarcely had this second detachment left the house and we were beginning to breathe freely, when fists once more thundered at the door: thus it kept up the whole day. The house doors were not permitted to be locked any more. Each took what he wanted either in a more or less harmless or in a malicious way. Soon we and the Russians were wading knee-deep in thrown-around clothing, laundry and bits of smashed dishes . . .
As soon as a new detachment of Russians entered the house noisily, we squatted trembling about the round table in Grebmann’s living room. One of the soldiers sat at the table with us with pistol disengaged and demanded schnapps or vodka, while the others rummaged around the house. . . . [N]o one dared to speak. We women sat with downcast eyes and lowered head. Someone had told us never to look a Russian in the eye, otherwise we would be lost . . .
Before long the inside of the house looked as if a band of robbers had lived there. . . . The fellows had cut the beds up into little pieces, slit open the upholstered chairs, thrown furniture around; had slashed pictures, despoiled books, cracked eggs against the wall; had poured liqueur over the rugs, torn curtains down, and scattered the entire contents of all the closets and drawers all over. One of the most painful shocks for me was to see how two of the ruffians with their heavy boots kicked the chest in which I had my beautiful porcelain wrapped in tissue paper and cotton wadding. They were all treasured pieces. . . . My most beautiful piece . . . was used by one of them as a toilet.
As a rule, the Soviets generally sought out gold and jewelry first, with an especial eye for “uri,” or wristwatches. It was not unusual to see Red troops laden with necklaces and gold chains or sporting as many as a dozen watches on each arm. When the people had been plucked clean of valuables, interest usually turned to liquor. In their mad quest for “wodka,” soldiers greedily imbibed everything from fine wines and champagne to rubbing alcohol and perfume. Red troops, observed one woman, were “crazy for anything even smelling of alcohol.”
And then . . .
“Rape was a word that [had] occurred again and again in [our] conversation,” admitted Lali Horstmann. “It was an expression which caused no pang of fear in our times for its meaning was purely figurative—‘to be ravished’ belonged to the realm of lyrical poetry. Now its original sense was terrifyingly restored and brought us face to face with a new peril.”
“Suddenly the door of the room we were in was opened and some soldiers entered,” a frightened boy recalled as he sat with a group of women huddled in a dark room. “One or two matches were struck and I saw that there were about eight Russians in the room who were obviously looking for women.”
The child continues:
As I crouched there in my corner I saw one of the Russians coming towards me. The match he held in his hand went out. I felt, rather than saw, a hand reach out towards me. I had a fur cap on my head, and suddenly I felt fingers tracing curl-like movements on my temple. For a brief moment I did not know what to make of this, but the next instant, when a loud “No” resounded through the room, I thanked God with all my heart that I was not a woman or a girl.
Meanwhile the beasts had spotted their victims and shared them out. Then they suddenly started shooting at random. But it was dark in the room and no one could see where the shots were being fired or who was hit. I heard wails and groans and voices calling out to me to help, but there was nothing I could do. Right next to me poor defenseless women were being ravished in the presence of their children.
Merely because a female had been raped once was no guarantee she would not be assaulted again and again. “Many of the girls were raped as often as ten times a night, and even more,” said a witness from Neustadt.
“There was never a moment’s peace either by day or at night,” added another victim:
The Russians were coming and going the whole time and they kept eyeing us greedily. The nights were dreadful because we were never safe for a moment. The women were raped, not once or twice but ten, twenty, thirty and a hundred times, and it was all the same to the Russians whether they raped mere children or old women. The youngest victim in the row houses where we lived was ten years of age and the oldest one was over seventy. . . . I am sure that wild and hungry animals would not have behaved any differently.
Wrote a girl from Posen who desperately clung to a cousin for safety:
When we were lying in bed at night we kept hearing steps coming up the stairs.
. . . They beat on the door with their rifle-butts, until it was opened. Without any consideration for my mother and aunt, who had to get out of bed, we were raped by the Russians, who always held a machine pistol in one hand. They lay in bed with their dirty boots on, until the next lot came. As there was no light, everything was done by pocket torches, and we did not even know what the beasts looked like.
Like hunted prey leading predators from their young, some mothers instinctively sacrificed themselves. Recorded one little girl, ten-year-old Mignon Fries:
[S]he told us in a stern voice to go outside to play and under no circumstances to come back in. No matter what we heard, until she herself would come for us, no matter how long it took. Fearfully we looked at her even though we didn’t know exactly what we were afraid of. . . . We went outside and stood around for awhile not knowing what to do, just listening to the noise in the apartment. My mother had just closed all the windows but we could still hear the soldiers talking, laughing and shouting. Then the music started and before long the soldiers were singing. . . .
The day gave way to evening, it got rather chilly and still we were outside and the “party” got noisier. Every once in a while a soldier would open a window and throw an empty vodka bottle outside. Sometimes the music would stop for a while, but the singing and shouting continued. As it got later and later we became very hungry and cold, but having been raised in an atmosphere of strict obedience we didn’t dare go back in the house against our mother’s orders and just huddled against the wall of the shed in the garden trying to keep each other warm. . . .
The music and the singing broke off as suddenly as it had started. . . . Within minutes it was all over and all the soldiers left the house. . . . But it was a long time before our mother finally came out to get us. She was very pale and hugged both of us very tightly for a long time and we could feel her body shaking.
If front-line troops had displayed unpredictability regarding rape, the second wave did not. “All of us, without exception, suffered the same,” revealed one victim.
“And to make matters worse,” added a witness from Neisse, “these atrocities were not committed secretly or in hidden corners but in public, in churches, on the streets, and on the squares. . . . Mothers were raped in the presence of their children, girls were raped in front of their brothers.”
“They . . . raped women and girls . . . in ditches and by the wayside, and as a rule not once but several times,” echoed another viewer. “Sometimes a whole bunch of soldiers would seize hold of one woman and all rape her.”
For those Germans who had naively imagined that they might “win over” the Soviets with kindness and courtesy, they now understood, too late, that Nazi propaganda had in this instance grossly understated the threat, rather than exaggerated it. “[T]he atrocity reports in the newspapers were harmless, compared to reality,” one incredulous victim revealed. While many upright Russian officers courageously stepped in and risked their own lives to stop the murders and rapes, their efforts were little more than a drop of water to a forest fire.
“[A]ll of us knew very well that if the girls were German they could be raped and then shot,” admitted Alexander Solzhenitsyn. “This was almost a combat distinction.”
“There will be no mercy—for no one . . . ,” ran one Soviet general’s order to his men. “It is pointless to ask our troops to exercise mercy.”
“Kill them all, men, old men, children and the women, after you have amused yourself with them! . . . ,” urged [Jewish propagandist] Ilya Ehrenberg in his flaming broadsides. “Kill. Nothing in Germany is guiltless, neither the living nor the yet unborn. . . . Break the racial pride of the German women. Take her as your legitimate booty. Kill, you brave soldiers of the victorious Soviet Army.”
Springing from house to house and victim to victim “like wild beasts,” the drunken horde was determined to embrace such words as the above at their literal worst.
“When the Russians eventually tired of looting, robbing, murdering, and ill-treating the women and girls, they set fire to a considerable part of the village and razed it to the ground,” said a survivor of Schoenwald, the small community that had dismissed rumors of Russian ruthlessness and opted to welcome them instead.
Much like Schoenwald, one town after another was swiftly enveloped by the howling red storm . . . with the same results.
“And as we were then hauled out of the cellar,” recalled a woman who, along with her mother and grandmother had been raped repeatedly, “and as they stood there with their machine guns, my mother said, ‘Well, now we’ll probably be shot.’ And I said, ‘It’s all the same to me.’ It really was all the same to me.”
You can imagine Asian cruelty. . . . “Frau, come,” that was the slogan. “Frau, come.” And I was so furious, because I’d had it up to here. . . . [H]e had me in such a clinch I couldn’t free myself, with my elbow I hit him in the pit of his stomach. That definitely hurt him, and he yelled, “You, I shoot.” And he was brandishing this kind of machine gun around my nose and then I said, “Then shoot.” Yelled it, yelled it just like he did. “Then shoot.”
Though this woman miraculously lived, many who offered even token resistance did not. Wrote a witness from Bauschdorf:
Emilie Ertelt . . . wanted to protect her fifteen-year old daughter, who had been raped sixteen times on one and the same day. Holding a lighted candle in her hand, Mrs. Ertelt, and all those present in the room began to pray for her daugh- ter. . . .[F]our shots were suddenly fired at us. After a few moments some more Russians appeared and started shooting at Mrs. Ertelt, wounding her in the head. The blood streamed down her face, and the nuns who were present went to her assistance and bandaged her head. Soon afterwards another Russian appeared, a brutal-looking fellow . . . and fired a shot at close range. Mrs. Ertelt was killed instantaneously.
Surrounded by Soviets, flight was simply not a sane option for females—and yet, some tried. One young teacher from Kriescht ran terror-stricken into the nearby woods. The woman was soon found, however, and, according to a chronicler, “They drove her out on the road stark naked, and many soldiers used her one after the other. She reached her village crawling on hands and knees along the ditch, through mud and snow.”
Another group of females found temporary haven in a woodland barn near Schoeneiche. But again, the refuge was swiftly discovered. Remembered one who was there:
They burst in, drunk with vodka and with victory, looking for women. When they saw only older women and children hiding behind a pile of carpets, they must have suspected that somewhere younger bodies were being concealed, and they started to ram their bayonets into the carpets. Here and there first and then systematically. . . . Nobody knows how many young girls were killed instantly that night. Eventually, the muffled cries of anguish and pain gave the hiding places away, and the victors started unrolling their prey. They chased those girls that had remained unhurt through the barn. . . . By then the barn looked like a battle field with wounded women on the floor right next to screaming and fighting victims forced to endure repeated and violent acts of rape.
Faced by relentless assaults, with flight out of the question, females tried a variety of stratagems to save themselves. “Some of us tried to make ourselves as unattractive as possible by rouging the tips of our noses, putting gray powder on our upper lips to look like mustaches, and combing out our hair wildly,” revealed Lali Horstmann. Others placed pillows under their dresses and hobbled with sticks to appear like hunchbacks. One crazed woman, clad in an alluring night gown, left her door open purposely to attract soldiers to where she was lying in bed, in the hope of finding a protector. “Two Russians, who had entered for a moment stood speechless. Then both spat in disgust, using a coarse word, shocked to the core by a woman who could offer herself to them. They went on to the room next door, from where soon came cries for help from the girl’s grandmother, aged sixty-nine. Her valiant defense of her honor had made her more attractive than the pretty, too willing girl.” Regarding “willing” women such as the above as “unclean,” Red troops were as likely as not to kill on the spot such individuals.
Many frantic females mistakenly assumed a house of God would provide protection. In fact, churches were usually the rapists’ first stop. Agonized a priest from Neisse:
The girls, women and nuns were raped incessantly for hours on end, the soldiers standing in queues, the officers at the head of the queues, in front of their victims. During the first night many of the nuns and women were raped as many as fifty times. Some of the nuns who resisted with all their strength were shot, others were ill-treated in a dreadful manner until they were too exhausted to offer any resistance. The Russians knocked them down, kicked them, beat them on the head and in the face with the butt-end of their revolvers and rifles, until they finally collapsed and in this unconscious condition became the helpless victims of brutish passion, which was so inhuman as to be inconceivable. The same dreadful scenes were enacted in the hospitals, homes for the aged, and other such institutions. Even nuns who were seventy and eighty years old and were ill and bedridden were raped and ill-treated by these barbarians.
Those women pregnant, on their menstrual cycle, or enduring diarrhea, suffered like all the rest. Nothing, it seemed—not age, ailment or ugliness—could repel the Red rapist. Even death was no defense.
“I . . . saw some twenty Red Army men standing in line before the corpse of a woman certainly beyond sixty years of age who had been raped to death,” one sickened witness recorded. “They were shouting and laughing and waiting for their satisfaction over her dead body.” As this viewer went on to add, and as numerous examples attest, such ghoulish depravities were not isolated events.
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This is the only book I could never fully read, though I will make further attempts. I must finish it, but it truly is a disturbing reality to behold.
It’s such a tragedy that the Wehrmacht were unable to hold back these Bolshevik subhumans. Then the unbelievable treachery of the Americans and English comes to mind, which exacerbated this horror, just when Germany was in need her racial brethren stabbed her in the back.
If they had all been fighting on a common front against this evil enemy then no doubt they would have been stopped.
What’s happening to the girls of England is a direct result of England’s actions during WWII. Those peace treaties Churchill rejected from Hitler, this is the result of that. They did this to Germany and now it is happening to us all.
Unless we come together as a race then we will continue to be divided and conquered like the sitting ducks we are, and our women and children will get it the worst.
Germany was one of the last katejons stopping the final collapse before the arrival of the Impostor. The Czars were another before them. Now is the turn of the very last one, the Catholic Church. This is the target of the Enemy and his sons.
Merry England used to be a katejon back in the days of Edward the Confessor, Richard Lionheart, et al. But she was conquered early on during the first skirmishes of the Revolution and has been a tool of the Enemy since.
As for Rothschild’s England and the USA and their role in WWII, the traitors have the lowest of the circles of Hell reserved for them, where Churchill and Roosevelt most probably are. Nations have responsibility too, and they have started to pay just now. Rotherham is just an aperitif.
What I learned in this book truly made me be ashamed to be an American. After I read this and looked into it further I quit identifying as a “conservative” and “republican” – the outright lies and lies by omission I been fed all my life infuriate me! I had no idea of what really happened. Now I know why my “weird Uncle Joe”, who was a WWII vet (Europe), would burn his government disability checks, hide from everyone at family reunions and then eat scraps from the garbage can from their discarded plates, and NEVER talk to anyone. He must have been so enraged, heartbroken, ashamed….. He was liberated from a so called concentration camp in eastern Europe and must have seen much of what was described in this book. My God, what a mistake those wars were. This book is absolutely a must read.
Being familiar with some of the horrific stories in the book I could never bring myself to reading it, and possibly never will. However I recently thought of buying a number of copies to give out as presents for birthdays and the like – which I’ll certainly do.
The content of this book should inspire us on (certainly) 3 levels:
1) Being aware that such horrific things will happen to our people – and much worse – on a global scale if we as Whites are ever to be at the mercy of other people,
2) It should fuel our desire for revenge against those who manipulated our people into WW II, and who are still working towards our destruction,
3) Once we’d regain the power: to make sure that such events never again happen to our people (our own “never again”)
Ps. If T. Goodrich is reading this. Thank you for this very important book.
I just finished this book, and it is a must-read. I’m glad to hear it’s finally come out in a cheaper version. This is one of those books that absolutely must be translated into German, so German men and women can understand the lies that were foisted upon their nation at Nuremburg. My grandfather fought in the invasion of Normandy, and I feel nothing but shame for what he and other doughboys did. People always wonder why the American GIs refused to talk about the war at after it ended – read this book, and you’ll understand out why; I think most of them were ashamed of what they did and were instructed to do to the German civilians (“Kill the Germans! Kill the Germans!” “The only good Nazi is a dead Nazi!” Women and children included).
After reading the book I began to ponder some of the current events transpiring in Russia/Ukraine, and the absolute denial the Russian state expresses when confronted with Soviet atrocities during and after the War. Dugin’s Eurasian Union is a frightening concept (partly because it does not address its role in creating the world as it is), and I’m skeptical Europe has seen the last of the Mongol hordes. If we’re going to move forward, we all have to come to terms with the crimes and aftermath of the Second World War. This book forms the core of an alternate historiography of the 20th century, and is an absolute must read for anyone on the right. The most frustrating thing about reading the book was knowing that those who committed the real crimes against humanity during the War will NEVER be brought to justice.
The most frustrating thing about reading the book was knowing that those who committed the real crimes against humanity during the War will NEVER be brought to justice.
Maybe not on this life, but be assured that in the other one, the one that counts, the eternal one, they will. Justice will be done.
I was able to purchase this book directly from the author. There are some passages that I sincerely hope were exaggerated. However, to truly understand the reality of today’s world, we need to understand the legacy brought by the actions of the “Greatest Generation.” If you have not read it yet, you need to.
I agree with OKSpaniel that this book should be translated in German. I know, first-hand, that most of the younger generations of Germans know nothing about these things, and the older ones that do, dare not speak openly about it. I married into a German family and have 2 stepsons in their 20’s and they are totally oblivious to what really happened. They are not completely to blame though, because as bad as the brainwashing is here, it’s much worse in Germany! I have “de-programmed” their Mom, but the boys don’t want to hear it. What makes it even worse is that their own great grandfather and 2 great uncles died on the Russian Front defending Europe from the Red bastards. “Hellstorm” should be required reading in every White country.
The book has now been translated: http://www.amazon.de/H%C3%B6llensturm-Die-Vernichtung-Deutschlands-1944-1947/dp/1517540240/ref=la_B000AQ4WAS_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1449068336&sr=1-1
I grew up in a small town in Central California that was founded by German immigrants from Russia. Because of that we also had many who also came to the town after WW2. My family personally knew of 2 families who had children they raised who were from Russian fathers who raped the wives. I also met a gentleman when i was in my 30s whose brother was a product of one of those rapes. In all the cases the women raised the children like their own even though it was obvious they were not full siblings.
I listened to this video by Mark Weber on Germany’s attack against the Soviet Union in 1941.
He says that in 1941 the Soviet Union had the largest army in the world, 30 million strong. Yet I heard that by the time they made it to Berlin they had lost about 20 million men. If this is true then I think it is astounding and very much underappreciate just how much damage Germany did to the USSR.
Mark Weber even claims Hitler’s attack led to the downfall of the USSR 4 decades later. In a way World War Two wasn’t a complete loss for the White Race. Hitler saved Western Europe–despite their ingratitude, for what it’s worth.
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