Die verdammte Generation by Christian Hardinghaus

But my immediate impression at the contact of this nearly seventy year-old fighter for our Cause was about the nearest approach to „love at first sight“ I had experienced in my life.Īnd so, Savitri met Heinrich Blume, „modern priest of Light and Life on behalf of Germany’s collective soul, who had presided over national rites under the Third Reich“, according to her narration.

There was nothing particularly striking in the gentleman’s words: anybody could have uttered them after receiving a telegram announcing my arrival. The old Aryan of the Ice Age and of today, – of all times – simply said: „Come in you are heartily welcome. „Frau Savitri Devi?“ asked he, in a sympathetic voice. An elderly man of proud bearing, with silver-white hair, bright eyes, and the classical features of an Aryan of the Ice Age, opened the door. – whom I had met in Frankfurt, – had given me Herr B.’s address as that of „a German Heathen according to my heart.“ And every nerve of my body was tense with expectation as I rang the bell. Savitri’s hosts are by now deceased at least one of their children might well be still alive but I haven’t managed to establish contact yet with the family. Thank you, Mr Mukherji! Armed with that information, the trail could be picked up in the local street directories. Savitri Devi’s Werl prison file contains a letter of her husband to the British authorities – ratting out one of her right-wing contacts: Max Aloe of Blücherstraße 10 in Alfeld. It was luck (or whatever you wish to call it) that pointed me in the right direction. F.“ if he didn’t by chance settle down in the small town where Savitri had met him? Nobody had heard of Savitri Devi before I came along. Where do you start with that? The local historians tried their best but found little at first. At best, I had only initials to work with at worst, nothing at all. Part of the problem with the local connection was the lack of names. Who were those people she met, and could still something be found out about her time with them? And when I also learned that she had visited Holzminden (close to my place of birth) and had actually lived and worked in Hannover, where I have lived and worked for twenty years, well, my research into that chapter of her life was born. Early on in my preoccupation with Savitri Devi, I learned that she had spent time in Alfeld an der Leine – which is a neighbouring town.

Die verdammte Generation by Christian Hardinghaus