Azizi,

I appreciate your contribution. There's a book about growing up as a black boy in Nazi Germany:
Destined to Witness. Growing Up Black in Nazi Germany, by Hans-Juergen Massaquoi.
I've read it without stopping for more than a meal.

Gulliver,

you write "I still don't understand it" and so feel I. In the Germans I know the mystic of this man and the feeling of being spellbound is completely gone. One common reaction to a video of Hitler (or Goebbels etc.) speaking in my generation is laughter. Perhaps we shouldn't, thinking of the several million dead. But this man is so absurd that we fail to understand how anyone in the early 1930s could not laugh about him. He now is the Hynkel he always was. Why only did history act so strange to let a person who under normal circumstances would have had the popularity of a soapbox orator at the edge of a parc act out his craziest fantasies?

Wolfgang