books, since although everyone learned to speak
heavily accentedEnglish, German was still the only language in which they werefluent.Among the books that I recall my older brothers and my dadreading were such
The Protocob of the Elders of Zion, The Inter-national Jew, by Henry Ford. and All Quiet on the Western Front.At this time I was about ten years old. World War I had ended when
was born and my family's memories of the Communist upheavalin Russia were still fresh. So also. I discovered
I began school,was prejudice against Germany and all things German.None of this, however seemed to bother me much as I was grow-ing up in Saskatchewan during the depression era of the thirties. Wewere poor, dirt poor, but we managed. I finished high school whenI was sixteen. After staying on the farm and wasting
year I enroll-ed in the University of Saskatchewan, then studied at the NormalSchool in Saskatoon and became
teacher at age 19, obtaining
job as eacher and janitor at
small country school near home. Thesalary was
per month, when and if I got paid.The year was 1938.1 had been teaching for
year. At this timethe ideological war about Hitler, the Nazis and the Jews was alreadyraging on
was intrigued but still uncommitted.I was
years old. It was at this time that my dad and brothers bor-rowed the book from the Mennonite library that was to influence mvlife more than any other. It was called Mein Kampf, by Adolf Hitler.Although I had never studied the German language formally,I had
fairly fluent working knowledge of it, and could speak, read,and write German on an effective level. In any case, I decided to readMein Kampf in German and managed to wade through the entirebook in short order. I had no difficulty in understanding thoroughlythe clarion message Hitler was sending out to the world, and to theWhite Race in particular.
began to become politicized.It was at this time that marked the beginning of
commitmentthat was to last for the rest of my life, and result in the final culmina-tion of a full-fledged racial religion for the White Volk. The vagueoutlines began to formulate in my mind's eye. It was to take anotherthirty years.After another year of teaching, I felt I had wasted enough timeat something I disliked and I decided I would go to Heidelberg, Ger-many and study engineering. Electrical Engineering to be exact.I made preparations.
got my passport, visa and other paperstogether, wound up my affairs and planned to leave for Germany inSeptember of 1939. Then the war intervened and I was stymied. Idecided to pursue the study of Electrical Engineering at the Univer-sity of Saskatchewan instead.It is not my intention to write an autobiography in this prelude.
andcorn--y do so in another book, should
live long enough. My specificose here is to trace my ideological Odyssey that culminated inving a racial religion for the White Volk.
will therefore more
skip the next thirty years during which time that drive waveredsmouldered at various levels of intensity.We, therefore, now arrive at the year of 1969. By this time I wassettled in the State of Florida, had
wife and daughter, hadfly been
State Legislator. I was established in the Real Estateness and had been an extremely active member of the John Birchiety for six years. I was also the head of the American Indepen-
party for the State of Florida.In all these endeavors, I felt that there was something missing.re was
key ingredient that had been left out. Although there!re ten thousand different "conservative," "right wing," racist, Klan,o-Christian, pro-American, Patriotic, parties, groups and what~ve ou, there was something drastically wrong. I could not quite
my finger on it, but they were all on the wrong track, obviously,the dismal failure of all these polyglot groups to stem the Jewish-~munist ide proved that conclusion.1969, 1 believe was an important turning point. I resigned fromthe chairmanship of the Florida segment of the American Indepen-dent Party (of which Gov. George Wallace of Alabama was still theideological head) and I sent a strong anti-Jewish message to theFlorida party,
message that shook it to its foundations.I also resigned from the John Birch Society at this time. It isthe letter to Robert Welch that marks the beginning of my gropingand reaching out for
racial-religious solution that really marks thebeginning of this book and the ensuing letters to various groups andindividuals tell their own story.At this turning point in my life I still did not know where the finalanswer to our dilemma did lie. But
most definitely knew where theanswer did not lie, and I was heading in the right direction. The pic-ture in my mind's eye was still not clearly formulated, but i~was begin-ning to shape up. It has been shaping up in more clearly definedfocus ever since.Ben KlassenApril, 1987