Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-08-21
HE'LL HITLER!


saluting you as you stand above
me on some balcony, skrieking,
sobbing and yapplng.
I'm just an American woman
writer-a wife and mother whose
only concern is human beings
and how they tick. And I'm
wondering about you tonight,
Adolf, and how you tick when
you've left the balcony and gone
away from the shouting mob,
into your own bedroom at night
alone.
/ wonder what happens to you
when you take off your false
front and face your real self,
Adolf.
Does something catch up with
you grab you by the throat
Something that even your
bodyguard sleeping outside your
door, can't forsee or prevent?
Does it grasp you tighter
tighter-as you take off your
phony uniform and reveal your
self as just a little wizened
whOosit who has bitten off more
than he can ever chew?
Topping Dreams
Does Il seize you when you
crawl into bed, feeling that sag
which only the middle years can
bring?
Do you think of your topping
dreams then, Adolf those
dreams of world power which
warmed you through your frus-
trated youth those dreams
which once seemed so near TO
gloriou contamination but
which are so bloodied and beset
today?
Or does your arrogance still
wrap you in delusion until you
sleep?
But when you sleep-what
then, Adolf?
Sleeps a queer thing-per-
haps you've found that out. We
can hold off reality by day -.
busying ourselves with many
things hiding ourselves be-
hind an impressive front But
when our eyelids drop, some
thing happens.
Then our front fails us :.
then we face the truth we've
submerged all day. DO you face
that truth when you sleep at
night, Adolf?
Remember the Poor2
Once you were poor. Do you
remember, in your sleep, the
countless poor you have de-
prived of their last bit of bread?
Do you see the dead wagons
of Greece carting off their
dreadful, daily toll Of skeletons
poor bones covered with tat
tered skin? Do you see your
own starving German peasants
their sunken eyes s rim 6
dumbly after the trucks which
have robbed them Of their last
ounce Of harvest?
Once you were Inundated,
Adolf. You had not known that
you were not like other boys.
You had not guessed that you
were born nameleSs. Then the
other boys told you-sneered at
Vou-hinted, even, that you had
Jewish blood.
Maybe you crept off and cried
as any little child will cry
under cruelty
DO you recall those crys now,
Adolf-when you hear the
screams Of the thousands of
helpless innocents you have muir
dered-mutilated?
Do their terrified faces circle
around your bed the agon-
lied eyes of those young mothers
leaping from windows rather
than face the shame of your
hired rapers and the horror of
their babies skulls smashing like
eggs on the cobblcd streets?
Wanted 10 Kill You
Queer thing. Adolf-once I
wanted 10 kill you.
/ was a big husky then, tall
blond and strong as any of your
vaunted German frauleins. In
the Far West, where 1 was born.
] had learned about guns and
varmints.
One well-aim d shot. I
thought, would rid the world Of
the vilest yarmint IL has ever
known.
Yes, wanted to kill you once.
But I'm different now.
| know that q Straighter
Shooter than 1 can ever be, will
take care Of you in His own
good time. For some day you're
going to face a reckoning from
which no Storm Trooper or
armored car can protect you -.
and you'll face il alone.
Your struts won't avail you
then. Adolf-nor your oratorical
Shrieks and sobS.
The world you ravished will
Rakad E;sh