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<div>Fyi – he calls Hitler a mystic.</div>
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<div><font face="Times New Roman">David</font></div>
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<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14pt;">Excerpts from the <a href="https://www.junobeach.org/canada-in-wwii/articles/aggression-and-impunity/w-l-mackenzie-kings-diary-june-29-1937/"><font color="#C42D3C"><b><u>Journal
de W.L. Mackenzie King, 29 juin 1937</u></b></font></a></span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;"><b>Berli</b><b>n<br>
</b>Tuesday, June 29, 1937</span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;"><b>Interview with Hermann Göring</b></span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;">At 10:30, I made the first of the day’s call on General Göring who received me in a spacious office overlooking a garden; was accompanied
by Pickering and Hewel. Mr. Schmidt, the official interpreter, was also present. Göring was seated at his desk as we entered, dressed in a white Summer uniform.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;">The interview with Göring lasted from 10.30 till 12.. There was just time to come to the Hotel to call on Herr Hitler at 12.45.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;"><b>Interview with Adolph Hitler</b></span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;">As we were about to be seated, I placed a deluxe copy of Rogers’ biography on the table, and opened it at the pictures of the cottage
where I was born, and of Woodside, of Berlin. I told Herr Hitler that I had brought this book with me to show him where I was born, and the associations which I had with Berlin, Germany, through Berlin, Canada.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;"><b>Germany Has No Desire for War, War Would Obliterate European Civilization</b><b>. </b>Hitler<b> </b>went on to say so far as
war is concerned, you need have no fear of war, at the instance of Germany. We have no desire for war; our people don’t want war, and we don’t want war. Remember that I, myself, have been through a war, and all the members of the Government. We know what a
terrible thing war is, and not one of us want to see another war, but let me go further. </span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;">As I got up to go, Hitler reached over and took in his hands a red square box with a gold eagle on its cover, and taking it in
his two hands, offered it to me, asked me to accept it in appreciation of my visit of Germany. At the same time, he said he had much enjoyed the talk we had had together, and thanked me for the visit. When I opened the cover of the box, I saw it was a beautifully
silver mounted picture of himself, personally inscribed. I let him see that I was most appreciative of it, shook him by the hand, and thanked him warmly for it, saying that I greatly appreciated all that it expressed of his friendship, and would always deeply
value this gift. He went to give it to someone else to carry but I told him I would prefer to carry it myself. He then drew back a few steps to shake hands and to say good-bye in a more or less formal way. I then said that I would like to speak once more of
the constructive side of his work, and what he was seeking to do for the greater good of those in humble walks of life; that I was strongly in accord with it, and thought it would work; by which he would be remembered; to let nothing destroy that work. I wished
him well in his efforts to help mankind.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;"><b>Impressions of Adolph Hitler</b></span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;">I then thanked him again for having given me the privilege of so long an interview. He smiled very pleasantly and indeed has a
sort of appealing and affectionate look in his eyes. My sizing up of the man as I sat and talked with him was that he is really one who truly loves his fellowmen, and his country, and would make any sacrifice for their good. That he feels himself to be a deliverer
of his people from tyranny.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;">To understand Hitler, one has to remember his limited opportunities in his early life, his imprisonment, et cetera. It is truly
marvelous what he has attained unto himself through his self education. He reminded me quite a little of Cardin in his quiet way, until he begins to speak when he warms up and begins to get carried away with what he is saying. He has much the same kind of composed
exterior with a deep emotional nature within. His face is much more prepossessing than his pictures would give the impression of. It is not that of a fiery, over-strained nature, but of a calm, passive man, deeply and thoughtfully in earnest. His skin was smooth;
his face did not present lines of fatigue or wariness; his eyes impressed me most of all. There was a liquid quality about them which indicate keen perception and profound sympathy. He looked most direct at me in our talks together at the time save when he
was speaking at length on any one subject; he then sat quite composed, and spoke straight ahead, not hesitating for a word, perfectly frankly, looking down occasionally toward the translator and occasionally toward myself.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;">When Mr. Schmidt, the translator, was translating part of what he had said, he would turn and look at me sideways and would smile
in a knowing way as much as to say you understand what I meant. Similarly when there were bits of humour in what I had said, he would give a look of recognition and smile pleasantly. He has a very nice, sweet and, one could see, how particularly humble folk
would come to have a profound love for the man. He never once became the least bit restless during the talk of an hour and a quarter which we had together. He sat quietly in an arm chair, with his hands together in front of him, and only when he went to hand
me the portrait of himself did he seem to separate them for any length of time. He was wearing an evening dress, white tie, having put on this for receiving personages who had previously called. It was one of the few days he had come into Berlin. He has his
offices round about his home in the mountains. He spends most of his time there, very little of it in Berlin, only flies occasionally to the Capital. He feels he needs the quiet and nature to help him to think out the problems of his country. It seems to me
that in this he was eminently wise.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin-top:19.2pt;margin-bottom:19.2pt;"><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;">As I talked to him, I could not but think of Joan of Arc. He is distinctly a mystic. Hewel was telling me that the German people,
many of them, begin to feel that he was a mission from God, and some of them would seek to reverence him almost as a God. He said Hitler himself tries to avoid that kind of thing. He dislikes any of them thinking of him as anything but a humble citizen who
is trying to serve his country well. He is a teetotaler and also a vegetarian. Is unmarried, abstemist in all his habits and ways. Indeed his life as one gathers it from those who are closest to him would appear to be that very much of a recluse, excepting
that he comes in contact with youth and large number of people from time to time.</span></font></div>
<div><font face="Roboto" size="4" color="#413E39"><span style="font-size:14.5pt;">I returned to the Hotel after what Pickering has said was perhaps the most significant day in my life. Tired but feeling that nothing could have better concluded the day than
the glorious music and singing which seemed to fill the entire Opera House with harmony and joy. The last scene seemed to bring invisible numbers of persons who joined in the chorus which closed the life of one who was playing the leading part. A triumphal
end to it all.</span></font></div>
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