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Leon Degrelle’s
My Revolutionary Life
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is delighted and proud to
announce the return to our pages of Gen. Leon
Degrelle of Belgium after a one-year hiatus that
seemed 12 months too long for many of our
readers.
After 10 years of
le général’s
piercing historical and mil-
itary insights about prewar Europe and World War II, we
have discovered in these pages another side of Degrelle,
equally fascinating but very personal: the human who, like
all great leaders, hid his suffering while the almost “super-
human” leader, warrior and, later, un-
bowed leader in exile was out inspiring
others. We meet a leather-tough visionary
who experienced tragedies and triumphs
like all mortals. But his were the great
events of history, and he was the unique
Leon Degrelle.
This author of now 55 articles in T
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was in fact the last surviving
World War II leader. Unlike ivory-tower his-
torians who toe the establishment’s official
line, Degrelle writes and speaks from per-
sonal encounters, discussions and hard
questioning. He grilled Winston Churchill
while dining with him at the House of
Parliament restaurant. (Churchill con-
fessed that were he a German he himself
would be for Hitler.)
Degrelle discussed war strategy and the
escape of the English at Dunkirk with
Hitler, who admired the forthright and
dynamic Degrelle greatly. As one military
commander to another, he met with Spain’s nationalist
leader Francisco Franco, who later rescued him from vio-
lent postwar leftists. And he debated a Benito Mussolini
whose strengths and weaknesses young Degrelle quickly
penetrated.
A brilliant student of law, political science, religion,
archeology, art and philosophy, at 26 Degrelle used his
mind and heart to found the Rexist Party to end the ruth-
less rule of Belgium’s plutocrats and create a “national
community” inspired by national and Christian values. By
age 29 he was the biggest vote getter in the Belgian
Parliament, getting 36 Rexist deputies elected with his
spellbinding writing, oratory and superhuman energy.
My Revolutionary Life
will explain how this private man
from a small French-speaking village could become the
fiery political leader who turned Belgium upside down. It
makes clear how a brilliant intellectual could thereafter
switch from speeches to action when the war came, found-
ing his own regiment of elite Waffen-SS infantry on the
dreaded Eastern Front. There, the one-time wordsmith
rose quickly from private to a supremely honored and dec-
orated colonel through hand-to-hand combat and military
leadership on the alternately fiery or freezing Russian
Front. Degrelle the warrior was also Degrelle the mourn-
er: of the 800 men in his regiment fighting the Red steam-
roller, only he and two comrades survived.
We present here Leon Degrelle (1906-1994) dealing
Facing page:
Leon Degrelle, always the visionary, gazes over the
Bay of Malaga, Spain, always the visionary. This photo was taken in
the 1990s when Degrelle was in his 80s and writing
My
Revolutionary Life.
Above:
A joyful Degrelle on leave from the
Russian campaign. He is shown with the four youngest of his eight
children and his devoted wife Jeanne. After the war, Degrelle’s chil-
dren were forcibly taken from him and his wife and spread across
Germany. He later managed to find them all, and Degrelle reunited the
family in Spain under the protection of Francisco Franco.
with successes, enduring persecutions and slander, and
finding the humor and inner fire to continue slaying his
hypocritical foes with the word and the pen while inspir-
ing the next generations of militants for the West.
The following is chapter one of Leon Degrelle’s
My
Revolutionary Life. . . .
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MY REVOLUTIONAR Y LIFE: CHAPTER ONE
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a band in the extreme-leftist
Frente Popular
in 1930s Spain, one
or those of us who escaped in 1945 from the Eastern
whose scruples never prevented him from machine-gunning
Front’s final hell, torn up by wounds, overcome by
patriotic
Nacionalistas,
has been able—in the very same Spain
sorrows, devoured by pain, what rights do we still
where he murdered his compatriots—to explain freely and at
have? We are dead men. Dead men with legs, arms,
length, in hundreds of thousands of copies of the highest circu-
and breath—but dead.
lation newspaper in Madrid, all his bloody adventures as a
To pronounce a word of truth in public or write a dozen lines
Spaniard of the left.
without lies after having fought pistol in hand against the Soviet
But we must remember—he was of the left.
machine—above all, to have been a leader called “fascist”—this
He had the right to kill and then to brag about his killing.
is immediately seen by the “democrats” as a “provocation.”
In fact, on the left you have all the
For a criminal with normal rights, it is
rights.
always possible to explain away and justify
As for those condemned
Whatever have been the crimes—yes,
oneself. Has he killed his father? His
exterminations—in which
mother? Bankers? Neighbors? Has he
for political reasons, now
the massregime indulges, no one willevery
Marxist
even
since then gone back to a life of crime?
that depends. It is the
look askance at the individual Marxist
Then newspapers of the world press will
killer. The conservative right will not
open their columns to his “memoirs”; they
color of their political
because it inanely prides itself on being
will publish the tale of his crimes under
“open to dialogue” with sworn enemies.
bombastic headlines, decorated with a
banner that determines
The left will not because it always stands
thousand gaudy and gory details. It mat-
their justification
by all its cherished henchmen.
ters not whether the subject is an infa-
A revolutionary agitator, communist
mous cut-throat or one of his ten eager
or execration.
guerrilla and Castro confidant the likes of
imitators.
Regis Debray
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can count on sympathizing
A clinical description in America of
audiences everywhere. One hundred bourgeois newspapers will
the most vulgar murderer went through multiple print runs and
excitedly rush out with his newest ideas. The pope and Gen. De
made millions of dollars—a bestseller for its obsessively nitpick-
Gaulle rush to protect him, and plead that he not be executed in
ing analyst, Truman Capote.
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the country he tried overthrowing, one under his tiara, the other
Other killers at large such as the late “Bonnie and Clyde” are
under a general’s hat.
apotheosized in films and even dictate new fashions in upper-
How can one avoid the contrast with fate of Robert
crust malls.
Brasillach, the greatest writer France produced during the war
As for those condemned for political reasons, now that
years? Passionate about his country, to which he had dedicated
depends. It is the color of their political banner that determines
his life and his work, “la Libération” of ’44 meant the poet was
their justification or execration.
pitilessly eliminated (on February 6, 1945). No officer’s hat was
A campesino, a country bumpkin who became the leader of
Waffen-SS General Leon Degrelle:
A Life in the Crucible
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eon Degrelle was among the most indomitable leaders
of the 20th century. Some have called him “fearless.”
But Adolf Hitler, attending a speech by Josef
Goebbels, once corrected the notion that a
true fighter can be “fearless.” Goebbels, carried away
by his own oratory, had rhapsodized that “the
German soldier is fearless.”
Hitler scoffed: “My dear Goebbels, one can see
from this that you have never been at the front. No
one who has seen its carnage is fearless. All one can do
is overcome the fear.”
This call to overcome fear was heeded a lifetime long
by a Belgian village boy who faced poverty, political
ostracism, the knocking-out of ten of his teeth and the bayonet-
ing of 21 supporters by order of Jewish Interior Minister of
France Georges Mandel, four years on the Eastern Front, a
plane crash in Spain, the seizure of his seven girls and little son
by the post-war Belgian government, pursuit by Israeli hit
squads and, finally, a bounty on his aged head by Simon
Wiesenthal.
Nothing could have been worse for the devout
Christian and family man Degrelle than the kidnap-
ping by the post-war Belgian government of his off-
spring , who were scattered to eight different foster
homes, given entirely new names and prevented from
seeing each other or their parents. Finally, through
fiercely devoted friends, Degrelle was able to restore all
eight to his hearth.
Overcoming every fear possible, Degrelle entered Valhalla
in 1994 as a legend in the history of the West.
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seen in his defense, but a braided hat surely nodded the signal
to the firing squad that gunned this writer down.
The rank anarchist Daniel Cohn-Bendit
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—born in Germany
but who agitates equally in France—is barely sought by the
French police.
Ipso facto
the police never find him, even when he
is getting ready to blow the whole country sky-high.
As much as he wanted and the way he wanted it, he was able
to publish his rantings—as incendiary as they were mediocre—
via capitalist publishing firms. He must have snickered as he
pocketed the fat royalty checks handed him by those he would
destroy.
The Soviets established their dictatorship on the bones of
16.5 million murdered. But mentioning this martyrdom
en masse
in polite society is just not done. . .
Nikita Khrushchev, commissar of the lethal Ukrainian
famine, a vulgar hog-market mountebank, he of the big chick-
pea-mole on a peasant nose, a sweaty man, dressed like a ragbag,
why shouldn’t he have clumped triumphantly around the United
States, his granny on his arm, escorted by U.S. Cabinet officials
and fawning billionaires, and by French “can-can” dancers and
the flower of the Kennedy clan? Nikita even permitted himself to
bang on the table with his sweaty shoe during a General
Assembly of the United Nations without the bouncers being
called.
In the same vein, Bolshevik vice premier Alexei Kosygin
Above, Antonio de Velazquez’s famous painting
entitled
The Sur -
render of Breda.
Degrelle had most certainly seen this painting at the Prado
Museum in Madrid, and it made a lasting impression. It depicts the
moment in 1625 when Spanish General Ambrosio de Spinola accepted the
surrender of the Dutch commander of Breda, Justin von Nassau. Although
an intercepted message from the Dutch had divulged to the Spanish that
the defenders of Breda were running out of food and ammunition, the
munificent de Spinola still offered compassionate surrender terms and
spared the city from sacking and burning, which was the norm. The chival-
rous behavior demonstrated by the Spanish at Breda was in stark contrast
to the treatment the vanquished received after World War II and which
Degrelle grieves over in chapter one of
My Revolutionary Life.
bowed his august, badly cooked potato-head to receive laurel
wreaths from the French. The French were still fainting like
ladies over the stories of Auschwitz—but entirely amnesiac about
some thousands of Polish officers at Katyn. These officers had
merely served in 1940 in the army of a French ally; they were
merely the elite of Polish society—and the USSR shot them
down like dogs.
Stalin himself, the most monstrous killer of the 20th century,
an implacable tyrant, massacring dementedly for decades his
people, his colleagues, his officers, and his family members, he
had to be the one to receive a glistening sword of gold from the
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most conservative of monarchs, the king of England. His Majesty
In 1940 just a week elapsed between the time the German
the King had no concept of how macabre was his gift choice for
Wehrmacht erupted over the French frontier near Sedan and
such a criminal.
the time it reached victoriously the English Channel.
But if we, the surviving fascists of World War II, have the
What would have happened if the European fighters on the
extreme impertinence to open our mouths for just one instant,
German Eastern Front—among whom were 400,000 non-
then in the very next instant thousands of “true democrats”
German volunteers from 28 countries—had retreated as franti-
begin frantically shrieking and baying—petrifying our own
cally as the Belgians and French? And if they had not offered,
friends, who fervently implore us to “watch what you say!”
inch by inch, through three long years of brutal combat, a veri-
Watch what we say about what?
tably superhuman resistance to the tide of Bolshevism? I will tell
Is the Soviet cause now so venerable?
you: All of Europe would have been swamped without possibility
For 44 years [as of 1989, when this was written—Ed.] the
of rescue by the end of the year 1943 or the beginning of 1944,
world has been a spectator afforded numerous chances to real-
before Gen. Dwight Eisenhower had ever run a tank over his first
ize the depths of Bolshevik evil. The world saw the tragedies of
apple tree in Normandy.
East Germany in 1953 and of Hungary in 1956, both crushed
Forty-four years have now elapsed. All the European coun-
under Soviet tanks to expiate the crime of a reawakening taste
tries the Soviets conquered—Estonia, Lithuania, Latvia, Poland,
for liberty. In 1968 the “world community” witnessed how
East Germany, Czechoslovakia, Hungary, Rumania and Bulgaria
Czechoslovakia was ground underfoot and muzzled like an ani-
—have remained under their pitiless domination.
mal by hundreds of thousands of communist invaders. That
The smallest uprising occurs in East Berlin, Budapest or
nation had fallen victim to an appalling
Prague, and the motorized brass knuckles
naiveté: dreaming it could wriggle unno-
arrive. Russian tanks blast down the
The smallest uprising
ticed out of the galley-slave’s neck irons
dreamers at point blank range.
that Moscow had forced over its head.
Starting in July 1945, the Western
that occurs in East
This world could not plead ignorance
Allies, having bet so imprudently on
Berlin, Budapest or
to the sighs of the many peoples
“cooperation” with Stalin, began ever so
oppressed by the USSR from the Gulf of
slowly to be disenchanted.
Prague, and the motor-
Finland to the shores of the Black Sea.
The first sign was when Churchill mut-
ized brass knuckles arrive.
tered to Truman under his breath at Pots-
These agonies demonstrate clearly what
horror not one but both halves of Europe
a meeting
Russian tanks blast down
dam—as they were leavingWorld War with
would have suffered had Stalin been able
Stalin, the real victor of
II—
the dreamers.
to hurl his tanks past Berlin and all the
“We stuck the wrong pig.”
way to the docks of Brittany and the Rock
What pathetic and tardy regrets: “We
of Gibraltar.
stuck the wrong pig!”
From the hell that was Stalingrad in November 1942 to the
Yes, Winston, for your previously “good pig” now bestrode
hell that was Berlin in April 1945, 900 days of horror and dread
like a giant dragon both Europe and Asia, fire-breathing his glee,
would pass. It was an ever more desperate struggle with an ever
the dragon’s tail at Vladivostok and the snout 120 miles from the
more horrible suffering, and its cost was the young lives of thou-
borders of France.
sands who had resolved, of their own free will, that someone
The snout is still there, 44 years later, more menacing than
must go to the front.
ever, to the point that in our time no one dares even to address
Someone must volunteer to be crushed, ground literally into
it except by bowing and scraping first.
the mud by Red tanks, sacrificing all to contain or to slow the
The day after the 1968 crushing of Prague, the Johnsons, the
Red army despite the terrifying odds, to halt a flood that surged
De Gaulles and the Chancellor Kiesingers of this base world
from the Volga River and was racing toward Western Europe.
restricted themselves to mere protests, platitudes and timid
regrets.
Meanwhile, half of Europe suffocated under the huge
B
ELGIAN
W
AFFEN
SS G
EN
. L
EON
D
EGRELLE
was an individual of excep-
paunch of the Pig.
tional intellect, dedicated to Western Culture. He fought not only for
his country but for the survival of Christian Europe, preventing the
Does all this not suffice to justify our combat against
continent from being inundated by Stalin’s savage hordes. What
Bolshevism?
Degrelle has to say, as an eyewitness to some of the key events in the his-
Is it just—is it decent—that those who foresaw the danger
tory of the 20th century, is vastly important within the historical and fac-
clearly—those who from 1941-45 blocked the gory path of Soviet
tual context of his time and has great relevance to the continuing strug-
tanks by hurling in sacrifice all their youth, the tender ties to
gle today for the survival of civilization as we know it.
their families, their young energies, and their desires—that they
In the next issue
of T
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EVIEW
, Degrelle describes the fas-
are treated as pariahs unto the day of their death and even
cist countries—Portugal, Spain, Germany and Italy—and Hitler’s disas-
beyond the grave?
trous and unrequited affection for a “jealous,” a “theatrical” Mussolini.
Yes, pariahs whose lips are nailed together from the moment
This latest series of the valuable works of Gen. Degrelle has been trans-
they try to explain to those who hound them “we too were just
lated and will be archived by
J
OHN
N
UGENT
, a longtime European-
like you. . . .”
American rights activist, former Marine machinegunner and writer.
For before we volunteered, we too had happy lives, houses
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