A blog dedicated to the life and exploits of every one's favourite shy (and mostly inconspicuous until June 1942) Reich Minister of the Interior and leader of the Schutzstaffel, Heiny H! Please note, I am not a Nazi and abhor antisemitism, racial genocide and xenophobia. I keep this blog as a means to explore motifs and issues associated with the Reichsfuhrer in question as impartially as I can because I find him to be a fascinating personality study.

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absolutefucker:

pretty game

absolutefucker:

pretty game

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heinrichss:

Apologies for the awful animated gif, but hey, look who has an itch in his chin… :)

Bloody Heini

heinrichss:

Apologies for the awful animated gif, but hey, look who has an itch in his chin… :)

Bloody Heini

creamytitbits:

Pretty Hedwig <3

creamytitbits:

Pretty Hedwig <3

[…] Man is nothing special at all. He is an insignificant part of this earth. If a big thunderstorm comes, he can do nothing about it. He cannot even predict it. He has no idea how a fly is constructed - however unpleasant, it is a miracle - or how a blossom is constructed. He must once again look with deep reverence into this world. Then he will acquire the right sense of proportion about what is above us, about how we are woven into this cycle. […]

— Heinrich Himmler; Speech to top leaders of the SS, June 9, 1942  Berlin (@ Heydrich’s funeral)

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Reini und Heini.

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heinrichss:

Gudrun Himmler, such a badass grandma :3… just look at her style!

LOVE HER! look at those rosey cheeks!

heinrichss:

Gudrun Himmler, such a badass grandma :3… just look at her style!

LOVE HER! look at those rosey cheeks!

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Captain Wollschlaeger, Captain Bethke, a German police chief, Heinrich Himmler, and Captain Renner.

His reading them a bed time story!

fraumolders:

Captain Wollschlaeger, Captain Bethke, a German police chief, Heinrich Himmler, and Captain Renner.

His reading them a bed time story!

kathazahler:

Heinrich having fun…

Why the fuck haven&#8217;t I seen this before.

kathazahler:

Heinrich having fun…

Why the fuck haven’t I seen this before.

MARGHERITA… AFTER HIMMLER DIED… {From The Guardian}


Ann Stringer met Margherita Himmler at the end of the war. This is an extract of the recently unearthed interview


I visited Margherita Himmler, wife of the most hated man in the world, after Hitler, naturally. She has been interned by the allied authorities and now lives in a luxurious villa in the suburbs of Rome. With her is her 15-year-old daughter, Gudrun.
An expression of stiff coldness emanates from all her being. Not a movement of her face, no lowering of her eyes or eyebrows, no gesture of the hands marked, during all of the interview, the manifestations of any particular emotion or revealed any repentance.
She sits in an armchair with her legs crossed, her hands nobly extended, her head erect and her cold, light-blue eyes immovably fixed on me. Up to this moment she has not known the fate of her husband. As she suffers from heart trouble, the allied authorities have up to now not told her that the sanguinary chief of the Gestapo, captured by the troops of the Fifth Army, went to his death by crushing between his teeth a capsule of poison.
I tell her the news. She receives my words with the same indifference as if I had announced the death of the household cat. Then, interrupting what I was saying, she begins to talk about the last conversation she had with her husband.
I was near Munich and he was in Berlin. He called me by telephone. It was during last summer.’ I try to lead the conversation back to the subject I had been questioning her on, and ask her if she knows the manner by which Himmler died and if she has been informed that he has been buried in a common grave.
But Frau Margherita is not moved: no surprise, apparently no interest. I have the impression of being before the most inhuman phenomenon of indifference and coldness which I have ever encountered. I then ask her if she knew the activities of her husband in his capacity of chief of the secret police. She answers ‘certainly’.
‘And do you know the opinion which the world holds of him?’ ‘I also know this,’ she answers. But I also know that before the war my husband was held by many in the highest consideration.’‘And after the war? Don’t you think that he became the man most deeply hated by humanity?’ She shrugs her shoulders a little and says: ‘Perhaps, it is the destiny of all policemen to have heaped on them the hate of man, and my husband was a policeman.’ And in pronouncing these last words there seemed to come to the surface from the coldness of her voice a strange sense of pride. I ask her if she knows that the Allies had given Himmler the first place on the list of war criminals, and she answers me drily: ‘My husband? How could that be when the Fuhrer was Hitler?’

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