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The Fatherland Under Fascism
Reign of Persecution and Terror, Brutality and Bloodshed
… an artist friend. I had better call him Walther— he still has one eye to lose! Last summer he was the gayest person I met in grim Germany, as advanced in his art as in his politics; a daring experimenter in colour and line. Now his paintings are ashes, his face a pulp, one eye has gone, and the other in danger.
The Worker, 1933
Wilhelm fired two shots and then stepped away from the body and vomited.
Röhm laughed as the boy pushed past him out of the room, sobbing, “I want to go now.”
Straightening his cap, Röhm followed his young charge.
Rowland gasped, breathing again when the front door was slammed. Whoever Wilhelm might become, he was not yet a murderer. The bullets had hit the floor just
