Kleine Germanen - Eine Kindheit in der rechten Szene (2019) - full transcript

As children

we had to be strong.

We weren't allowed to cry

or become attached to anything

Discipline was the most important thing.

Each one of us experienced it
in their own way.

Everything starts with our upbringing.

I grew up in a normal family.

Like many others.

Sheltered and secure.

I was given a name I loved.



Elsa.

Darling, did you see my briefcase?

Isn't it in the bedroom?

No, it's not there.

But I had to change my name
often since then.

I haven't touched it.

Papa!

I drew that for you.

Thank you.

No one must know my current name.

Damn! I told you... There it is.

Be a good girl.

When will you be back?

I don't know. Bye.



Will you draw a picture for me too?
I have to go to work.

Goodbye.

Hello, sweetie.

Grandpa, there you are!

My little Elsa.

Did you miss me?

- Yes, a lot!
- Yes.

- Stoj! Ruki werch!
- Ouch!

Come out. Hands up!

Sastrelju Njemka!

You're dead, Boloshik!

Bang! Bang!

It's called Bolshevik.

You've defeated me.

That was great. I'm proud of you.

The enemy was devious,

but you were smarter.

Attention, private Elsa!

For this brave deed

facing the Asian hordes

I give to you

the honour badge

of the SS Home Guard Danzig.

What is the slogan, Private Elsa?

- For our Führer, our Nation, our Fatherland.
- Yes.

My grandpa was my one and only.

I loved him and his stories
of the Third Reich.

We are the people! We are the people!

We are the people! We are the people!

Right-wing extremism is a social movement

that includes different interests

and different organisations.

At the fringe there's right-wing populism.

Extreme right-wing opinions
are seen as the truth.

And if I say my opinion is true,

I have to consider all other opinions as false.

It's a clear position,

also about family and parenting.

It's all about showing no weakness.

The children must represent the same ideology.

That's difficult in an open, democratic society.

Today in Vienna we've bled,
sweated and fought together.

Europe- Youth -Reconquista!

Europe- Youth -Reconquista!

My grandmother

was an avowed National Socialist.

She endorsed Hitler,
except his insanity at the end

when he started the war of extermination

and destroyed himself.

My name is Alexander Lingner.

Until I was 19 I only knew two places.

Vienna and Traunkirchen in the Salzkammergut.

My grandmother lived there.

I always went there for summer vacation.

My grandfather was in the German Wehrmacht.

I know one picture of him

in a German Wehrmacht uniform.

It was displayed nicely in the cabinet.

You saw him smiling at you
when you entered the room.

Everyone was proud
that he fought for the Greater German Reich.

Look at those mountains, Elsa.

This is our Germany.

The most beautiful country in the world.

Can we take a break, grandpa?

No. Why? We're almost at the cabin.

We'll finish the trail without a break.

Only cowards quit.

It hurts so much.

A German soldier knows no pain.

Here, this is for you.

Be proud of your wounds.

Look, it was worth it.

You know,

we must protect our beautiful homeland.

Land of dark forests,

And of crystal clear lakes.

Over wide-open fields,

light miracles shimmer.

Forceful peasants march,

behind horse and plow.

Conservative revolutionary
is exactly the right expression.

We are both not interested in change.

We're both retro types.

My name is Götz Kubitschek.

I was born 1970 in Upper Swabia.

Ravensburg, Weingarten.

I grew up and went to the military there.

My name is Ellen Kositza.

I was born in Offenbach am Main.

My parents came from East Germany.

They are "Silesian".

My own childhood makes me nostalgic

when I think about it.

We could play freely.

We were outside a lot
and among other children.

I have nice memories of that.

If someone would ask me

why I have so many children,
which is anachronistic today,

I always come back to
that I loved being a child

I have sunny memories of my childhood.

You always tell your parents
when you go to the forest,

to the soccer field or the swimming pool

or play with your comrades in your room.

It was a very protected childhood and youth.

It was all embedded in Christian faith.

That's a keyword.

You can apply it to both of our childhoods.

Our childhood was framed.

It was clear that there was no other way

than the way of the church,
with communion, confirmation and so on.

Now, everything is optional.

You have the youth initiation,

but also protestant and catholic families.

It's not culturally defining anymore.

- It's rather...
- It's fragmented.

You find a sort of niche group.

That wasn't the case
in many aspects of our childhood.

I think that's one of the biggest
generational differences

to what our children are experiencing now.

We are the people!

We are the people! We are the people!

On the horizon

a new opportunity has risen.

A political dawn.

And it's a lust

to be furious
and to show your teeth to politics.

The others

are always the evil ones.

We learn and internalise that.

It's the first feeling,

the highest command.

What are you doing?

What did we talk about last time?

That I mustn't watch American things on TV.

And why not?

Because it's enemy propaganda.

Yes! And why is that so?

Because they want to enslave us.

Exactly.

And why do you still watch those movies?

Because they are colourful and funny.

I am sorry.

Yes.

I was trained by my grandpa

like a dog.

I was forced to hate everything alien.

And learn the book "Mein Kampf" by heart.

I was really scared of those Jews,

although I had never seen one before.

A mother and her little son

go for a walk in the park.

The son sees a rat and wants to pet it.

But the mother explains to him
that there are harmful

and useful animals.

"You know Gunther, in wildlife

it's like with us humans.

There are proud, noble animals

like eagles,

and there's scabby vermin like rats.

The former, you must respect.

The latter, you must beware.

Because they corrode our nice country."

Gunther understands and nods.

"And do you know
what those human rats are called?"

the mother continues.

"Of course I know them, mother.

They are the Jews."

My fears even followed me
into my dreams.

There are young women
who were traditionally raised

in National Socialist families.

Their grandparents were National Socialists.

Their parents carried it on.

And the daughters did the same thing.

The interesting thing is

that they related strongly to the male line,

but the line of tradition
is passed on by the women.

Daughter and mother usually build a unity

in which that sort of thinking is possible.

On the other hand the right-wing ideology

was conveyed by the grandfathers,

combined with a very close mental and physical bond.

Ideology was linked with emotions.

And the girls were trapped in that.

"You know why history is so important."

And the students had to answer.

"Yes, yes, because of our past."

My name is Sigrid Schüssler.

I'm the mother of four children.

That's my main occupation.

I take it very seriously.

Accompanying children
in a positive way nowadays

so they can master their own lives.

Furthermore, I sometimes appear

at public events of PEGIDA

and similar occasions.

What else do I do?

I stand trial.

Because of my speeches.

I am accused of incitement of the masses.

Listen to what we have to say!

Don't listen to the fake-news press!

Turn off your damn TVs!

Think for yourselves! Open your eyes!

Look at what happens!
How they lie to your kids in school!

How they get destroyed by a disgusting,

unnatural early sexualisation!

How the homo cult
in this country is embraced!

Bravo.

How families get destroyed!

We played a lot as kids.
And our parents were there for us

when we needed them.

The stress that's present everywhere nowadays...

You throw your kids in the car
to take them from A to B,

mothers have to arrange meetings between kids...

We didn't have that back then.

There were always children around.
That's what counted.

I don't feel that I was shaped.

I feel that I was given offers.

By my father.

To look at backgrounds.

To consider other opinions.

To maybe think two or three steps ahead

and not just stay on the surface.

Of course I became rebellious in school.

I was ready for anything at 13.

Ready to take on the world.

I wanted to make Germany great again.

And I wasn't alone with my dream.

Others had gone a lot further than me.

They had already formed
a militant party.

That's where I met Thorsten.

He fascinated me.

He was radical,

A tough guy... A true man.

This Jew-Republic only cares
about refugees and foreigners!

Not about the Germans!

I say:

Every Turk,

every nigger, every chink
is one too many.

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

At some point I even turned
against my favourite teacher.

As soon as I heard that she was a Jew

she was scum to me.

Elsa!

That caused a lot of trouble.

My mother and my grandfather
were called to see the principal.

But if she gets expelled,

what are we supposed to do?

Mr. Principal,
we have nothing against Jews.

I don't know where that comes from.

It must be her new friends.

Didn't you notice
the Nazi tattoo on her arm?

Oh god!

We can remove that.

Grandpa wanted us to stay quiet.

I couldn't cope with that.
That was just cowardly.

Traitor!

I didn't get along with my classmates.

Later a girl told me:

You always said such weird things.

I talked a lot about
the allied occupation.

And that we were not a sovereign state.

I brought up topics.

And the teachers...

actually it was just one
female teacher,

a history teacher,

she couldn't handle my questions.

The preconceived opinions

you're presented with,

I questioned them.

I believe that

I developed defiance.

I questioned all the things.

"you mustn't think or talk or read about."

That was one factor for me

in finding my way to the political right.

We had those first young '68 teachers

who came to teach us.

Who wanted to be addressed
informally with "du".

That was a shock for the school.

And I had a weirdly close relationship

with the old teachers

who realised how things would develop

if those things became established.

I also stuck to the older ones.

To those who were strict and less popular.

You can't call it a conviction.

- It's a basic impulse.
- Right.

A lot of what we do isn't explainable.

There's no need to rationalise
our concept of life.

There's a lot of character formation involved.

To be like that has something irrational to it.

In Baden there are
the castle ruins of Raueneck.

Allegedly it was built by a crusader

after having returned from the Holy Land.

We used to go there in the summer
to let paper planes fly.

In the winter to sled.
I'd also go there later in my political life.

It was a part of home for me.

And also a part of tradition,
connection and heritage.

From there our ancestors could see

the dust clouds of the
approaching Ottoman Army.

It was repeatedly
the last bastion for Vienna

and the last line of defence for Europe.

That's something I've been proud of.

That we have a history of defending.

And that without
those Viennese, our ancestors,

Europe wouldn't exist in today's form.

My name is Martin Sellner.

I am 28 years old. I am a Viennese.

Student, activist of the
Identitarian movement.

Welcome with me

the leader of the
Identitarian movement

Martin Sellner.

In Austria, in a few month,

if everything works out,

we'll have the most
conservative government ever.

The reign of
Red and Black is broken.

60% of the population have voted

for a conservative, patriotic change.

That's great! A window
to the future of Germany!

What we can do,

and each and everyone of you can help,

is changing the mainstream

the opportunists will be guided by tomorrow.

That's our key to victory.

We're many steps ahead.

The election in Austria shows
what's possible in Germany.

The weird or bad thing about Offenbach,

the foreigner hordes who hit on you,
touched or even assaulted you,

was that I realised very late
that it was foreigners.

To me, they were just proles.

At some point you realise
that those who call after you

and harass you in the city,

that those proles are never Germans.

I knew that my children...

I had my first three children in Offenbach...

that they shouldn't live in Offenbach anymore

when they go to school.

It was clear that we move to Eastern Germany.

When I was about twelve years old,

the feeling was really strong in me.

I grew up with a certain fear

especially of Turks, back then.

They were running us down.

It's really bad that they run us down.

All of our Austrian values get lost.

It's terrible for people who live among Turks.

They're like foreigners

in their own country.

That has to stop.

Every day a good deed
for our homeland.

That was our motto.

Look at those damn wogs.

The police cared little back then.

What do you damn foreigners want here?

- Ne var!
- I don't speak that!

- Kimse yardim etmiyormu?
- Don't touch me, camel jockey!

Damn wog, I'll teach you!

Help!

Polisi carin...

Shut up!

Get out of Germany!

You have no business here!

And take your little freak with you.

The cops, come on!

At the age of 18, I married Thorsten.

Our highest priority was

to have many children for the
movement and our fatherland.

Congratulations.
You have a healthy daughter.

And what should we call her?

Marrit! Her name will be Marrit.

With Odin and Thor as leaders

the noble Germanic troops
march towards the enemy.

Thor rides on a golden carriage
glowing in the sun.

He holds his hammer Mjolnir tight in his fist.

The cruel weapon
that was forged for him by the dwarfs.

Opposed to the gods
in this dark heavenly valley

stands the Army of the demons
led by the devious Loki.

Behind them follows
the huge Midgard snake.

It spoils the earth by spraying
its poison everywhere.

Thor challenges
the Midgard snake to a fight.

Thor killed the evil Midgard snake.

He sacrificed himself.

And thus saved the Germanic people.

Marrit, do you know what that story means?

It means we have to fight until death.

The fight for our homeland is our holy duty.

Why?

So we don't get enslaved.

Germanic people must never
be slaves of foreign people.

Do you understand?

When you're grown up,
you'll also fight for our homeland.

Swift as greyhounds,
tough as leather,

and hard as Krupp-Steel...

That's how we we're supposed to be.

Children are taught that we're
always on the brink of a catastrophe.

This "us" is linked with fear.

The fear that at at any time,
at a moment's notice

you could leave everything behind.

They are taught

not to commit to their environment

and their life situation.

That's another reality of those children.

I've witnessed a lot of parenting.

They're talked into thinking

that war can be here anytime,
the cities will burn,

and we have to escape immediately.

This awareness is being conveyed
to the children every day.

I've seen people spend the last few cents
on eye drops and bandages

to prepare a suitcase,

in case the war starts tonight.

So that they could leave right away.

This feeling is being
conveyed to the kids daily.

You could be pulled out of bed

and have to leave,
because Germany is falling apart.

I'm Ricarda Riefling, 33 years old.

Mother of four children.

I'm self-employed,
but mainly a mother and housewife.

I only have brothers.

Probably I became
Daddy's princess automatically.

I was Daddy's girl.

It was important to my parents

that I follow certain rules.

I did that,
and they gave me the freedom

to develop in my own direction.

Behind us lies a field

where many decades ago

terrible things happened.

Every year the farmer ploughs out
the tags and bones

of the soldiers

who still lie there.

On such a field

the state where we have to live
has established itself.

It's not our state.

A system that builds on such a ground

has to be fought.

And we need to use days like this

to set a clear example.

A state which can't or doesn't want
to remember its own dead,

is not what we want.

We oppose it.

I had a nice and child-oriented childhood.

I only have positive memories.

I could tell stories for hours

about what we did.

Stayed up all night because a calf
was born on the neighbour's farm.

I went there every day before school

to check in on it.

I could persuade the farmer to let me feed it.

I did it before and after school.

Those were the things I cared about then.

We became more and more aggressive.

One asylum shelter after another

was set on fire.

Our party was banned.

But that wasn't the end for us.

Wow!

Marrit. That's a big bull-calf.

There's often a struggle.

Come here.

Look, this goes here, you see?

And the rope goes around the hoofs.

Like this.

And now...

Careful.

Nudge it with your hand.

Like this?

Yes, exactly.

Slippery!

Hey, not too much.

The calf has to fight,
or it won't be a strong bull.

It's like with us humans.

I see.

Come on.

- Come.
- Together.

Come on.

Yes.

It's done.

Soon we'll have enough animals
to survive any war.

When a child is raised on
an agricultural farm,

they'll watch the reproduction of the animals.

Then they'll talk about what it would be like

if the Germanic people would have recultivated.

According to which attributes
people would be categorized

and would choose partners.

You live in a social Darwinist breeding idea

that seems natural to the children.

Just as horses, dogs, cats, so the human being.

And from this idea,

the whole worldview is established.

From that biological context it's assumed

that culture is the consequence
of the biological.

The genetics of the individual and the group

determine the cultural performance.

That's the essential assumption
of this worldview.

We needed a safe environment
for our children.

That's why we moved
from the city to the country.

We found a new refuge
among sympathisers.

A community

where we could live like our ancestors.

We both chose

to say farewell to our old home

for a new region, a new home.

The precious things are the same as they used to be.

The feeling of what home really is.

The feeling of being at home.

On the other hand, we live in a time

when a lot of what was good has been destroyed.

It has to be rebuilt.

It can't be rebuilt to be like it had been
40 or 50 years ago in parenting.

It has to be adapted to the situation.

But it has to be done in order to preserve it.

That of course is an incredible effort

in the parenting of one's own children.

Comrades.

I ask two of our fellow strugglers onstage

who made outstanding contributions

to our movement and our conviction.

It's time to welcome them
as full members of our community.

Elsa and Thorsten!

Dear Elsa.

Dear Thorsten.

We are people of Nordic heritage.

Our nature reflects the godlike

and the inevitable laws of nature.

Do you swear to a life
in accordance with the laws of nature?

We swear.

Humanity consists of different races

who are in conflict with each other.

Do you swear to the preservation
and support of our own race

as your highest goal in life?

We swear!

Humanity is immortal in its offspring
who carries its heritage.

This heritage

must not be polluted with foreign elements.

Do you swear to pass on
our life in a pure way?

Yes, we swear.

There are different
persons and organisations

who operate in the field
of right-wing radicals and extremists.

That's long-term experience.

We have small numbers who show themselves

when they drop out.

They grew up in extremist families.

Their parents, grandparents,
siblings, uncles, aunts

are in nationalist groups.

They see themselves
as representatives of a superior race.

Children stand out through
rejection of certain toys.

The childlike explanation they give

in the kindergarten suggests
some form of indoctrination.

The classic is the black doll
they don't want to play with.

Some extreme examples

can be summarised under childish inurement,

obviously demanded by the parents.

Too thin clothes in winter. Freezing children.

Children who don't get proper nutrition,

not because they're from a poor family

but because it's part of the inurement

to do without food for a while.

Our children were only allowed
to play with kids from our community.

The girls must only wear skirts.

We would have prefered to have
our own schools and preschools,

where the children are taught
absolute discipline.

But we had no money for that.

Marrit is very good at drawing.

Yes, she's very talented.

She truly is.

But we've also noticed
that she is very reserved.

She barely plays with the other children.

And we're worried about something else.

She's drawing things like this,
a swastika.

- Who could have shown her that?
- I don't know.

No idea.

You know...

usually we report things like that
to the child protective services.

Maybe it's from the
Germanic sagas book I read to her.

It has lots of old pictures.

Well...

It's a Germanic rune, isn't it?

Now I got you!

Look, Mama.

Odin created men and women

out of ash and elm,
both were made out of wood.

Equal but different.

And in Christianity, Eve was cut out
of the expendable rib of Adam.

While in Germanic culture

women and men were equal.

this isn't the case in Christianity.

Christianity is also a desert religion

that was forcefully established in Germany.

And I think history could repeat itself.

I think about the crusades here,
the forced Christianisation.

Who knows if there won't be
a forced Islamisation at some point.

OUR COUNTRY NEEDS GERMAN CHILDREN

WE DON'T WANT TO DIE (OUT)

NATURALLY GERMAN

OUR HOMELAND NEEDS CHILDREN
NO HOMO MARRIAGE

NEW GERMANS? WE MAKE THEM OURSELVES

Christianity has the flaw

that if you get hit in the face,

you should turn the other cheek.

Germans fight back instead.

Mama, I don't understand.
Why mustn't I draw that?

It's the sign of Thor.

You can draw that at home,
but not in the nursery.

Otherwise the police
will take you and lock you away.

The people in the nursery don't like us.

Because we're much better and smarter.

Do you understand?

Then Thor has to defeat them.

Yes, but until then you mustn't tell
anyone about what we do at home.

Also not that we visit
the comrades on the weekend.

Do you understand?

Yes, Mama.

It's not easy for children

to go to school during the day

and have lessons about history

or natural science

and then come back home,

that is structured by nationalistic principles.

Where they experience a completely
different way of thinking.

They have to work a lot,
with animals, with dogs.

And all that is garnished and seasoned

with an accompanying ideology.

Then Hermann was born

with a disability.

That changed our whole life.

Come up.

To the comrades, he was a freak.

An unnecessary eater.
Even to his father.

This is your brother Hermann.

You can hold him if you like.

Here, take him.

You're already a great big sister.

Hello, my little brother.

But Marrit loved her little brother
from the beginning.

My father was always ahead of the crowd.

I can't remember chronologically

because I was just a child.

But I remember seeing my father on TV

on the evening news.

He appeared in court in Berlin,
but I can't remember why.

He was acquitted.

Probably it was about incitement of the masses,

because he had publicly expressed his opinions...

that didn't suit the system.

My father was someone...

...you would want to click your heels
when he entered the room.

like in the old times.

My mother

had to work,
she wasn't around during the day.

My father was everywhere.

He was always there in my life,

except when I was at school.

To my father,

my grades were really important.

He made sure I'd get extra lessons
when I weakened in school.

He cared about walking upright.

He didn't want any slouching.

Most important to him was

that I never answered back.

My father always said

that we'd be rewarded for good work
and when we accomplished something.

Usually we didn't get any pocket money.

We only got money for good grades
or other achievements.

His usual quotes were:

"You must work!"
"You never give up."

Per aspera ad astra".

"Through hardship to the stars".

In general, you have to achieve something,

you have to get up,
you can't lie in bed all day.

Get your business done, get good grades.

That was important to our parents.

I'm proud of our culture.

I'm proud of our buildings, the cafés.

I'm proud of what my father does.

I'm proud of what my children will do one day.

I'm proud of what our ancestors have built up.

People like Mozart

are our direct ancestors.

They belong to the world,
but especially to us.

We are more intelligent.

Better by birth.

Anyone who looks different is not one of us.

We are the elite.

The Germanic race has fair skin.

The snow white arms of Germanic women

are praised in poems.

What sticks out is the rosiness of the skin

and the visible blood in blue veins.

This is the origin of the term "blue blooded".

My friends!

We mustn't allow that those...

- Come!
- I want to daddy!

holiest traits of the Germanic race...

- No!
- Come on!

...are polluted by the blood of a different

- ...human race...
- Hush, quiet!

and our race is destroyed forever.

Right!

That's how it is.

Very nice, congratulations.

Being "German" is an identity

that has developed

in a specific area

at a specific time

within a specific people.

It has shaped this country

in every aspect, every area of life.

And has made it distinctive.

Over the centuries,

it has developed distinctly

to everything that surrounds it.

To become an exceptional
expression in this world.

Imagine going to South-west Germany

and not getting
stuffed pig's stomach anymore,

because pork discriminates people.

For hundreds of years,
people here have been eating pork.

The Bavarians eat pork hock.

But to prevent any upset,
it can't be served anymore.

Pork is culture and identity.

It can't be taken off the menu

only to please other people.

Should our people preserve its continuity?

Should it continue?

As a unique culture.

Or is it over with that?

We're on the side of those who say:

This people has to maintain
its uniqueness

- No, leave me!
- Stop crying, mongo.

- Makes you look even uglier.
- You freak.

Mama!

You will eat this now!

That's vermin like you.

Look at that! It's disgusting!

Leave my brother alone!

- Stop it!
- You stupid pig!

Stop it, stupid witch!

What's going on here?

- Stop that! Enough!
- Don't touch my brother again, pig!

You listen?!

Thorsten, we need to talk.

We need to find a solution for this.

It can't go on like this.

Your son is not normal.

You have to realize that.
Why don't you put him in a home?

Are you crazy?
What are you talking about?!

Hermann is still my child.

Elsa, calm down!
Gregor just wants to help.

I'll explain it to you.

Now that Thorsten will soon be my deputy

he has to be a role model for everyone.

An authority.
How can he be with a son like that?

Hermann is strong like anyone else.

You don't understand.

Children with his disability can be
just as smart and brave as others.

That's scientifically proven.

They just need more time to learn.

Oh yes?

And what do you have to say?

Well, I can't help you then.

The holiday camps

to which we sent our kids
are inconspicuous.

But fun and games
look very different there.

Count off!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

It's your fault
if he messes up again.

Understood?

Let's happily march on
through the world with firm steps.

Too slow!

Homeland, fatherland!

What's going on back there?!
Keep up!

Come on, go!

Hello?!

Oh great. You're really embarrassing!

It's always trouble with you.

Come on, get up! Hermann.

We have to move on.
This isn't a game!

If Dad finds out he'll smack you!

I don't love you anymore!

I don't love you either, idiot!

- There's our lame duck.
- There they are.

Where were you?

You go to the camp kitchen
and give a hand

until we're back. Understood!

Understood.

How long do I have to wait?!

Hermann, please.

Ouch!

Crybaby! Crybaby!

What a baby!

If you take a closer look,
it becomes clear

that these children are being sent

to right-wing extremist holiday camps.

Well-known examples are the camps of

Heimattreue Deutsche Jugend (HDJ)
that was banned many years ago.

But there are successor organisations

of which regular camps have been documented.

As far as I know, in the last few years

camps haven't taken place
in Germany anymore.

We had reports from the Czech Republic
and last summer from Sweden.

Nationalistic camps still take place

in different contexts.

The HDJ isn't dead personnel-wise.

It's the same networks behind them.

They can change their outer shell
according to their needs.

That's no problem.

The nationalistic groups
who send their kids to the camps

have a strong personal network.

They communicate not only by email

but often gather

at calendar events

like summer and winter solstice.

The holiday camps for the children

for defence training and personal development

are just one component of the way of living

in the cycle of the year.

Come on, Hermann.

Hello, papa.

Hello, was the camp fun?

- Was very cold!
- Super.

Hermann did a great job.
Mr. Bennicksen even praised him.

For his bravery.

And why is he wearing a turban?

It's nothing. He slipped
and fell on a stone.

Yes, fell.

And why are you lying to me?

I know exactly what happened.

Hello, there you are at last.

- What's wrong?
- I can tell you what's wrong.

Your daughter lies to my face!
Unbelievable!

What happened?

Violence was a normal
educational method for my husband.

His favourite punishment was

a night in the ice cold barn.

But the worst punishment
for our children was

withdrawal of affection.

That's what made them sick.

Thorsten became more and more violent.

Out there he battered foreigners

and at home it was our turn.

Then he set asylum shelters on fire again,

until he was finally arrested.

Papa will defeat the police.

Be quiet.

Papa hurt someone badly again.

The directorate has decided

it's best for Marrit to change schools.

At a new school, no one knows her.

It'll be easier for everyone.

I don't want to leave.

But it's not Marrit's fault!

She likes going to this school.

She just got an award in her music class.

I'm sorry.

We're a private school.

Many parents have threatened
to remove their children.

We can't afford that.

Thorsten was in prison.

Now we had to get by on our own.

You should think about it.

If you tell us the names of accomplices

you could got his sentence reduced.

Useful information is paid well.

I can't be bought, get lost!

I see.

In case you change your mind...

Goodbye.

Mama, the Hasslers told names too.

The Hasslers are cowardly opportunists.

We're not!

No. I won't sell out!

We won't betray the comrades.

Our children are our property.

We believe in our parenting.

The children learn how to suffer

without complaining.

Being confronted with the sorrow

that's been inflicted on her husband
by our Zionist enemies,

Elsa didn't betray us.

She proved great courage
and great strength.

That she might unwaveringly serve

the pure soil and the thriving of our race!

We wish to our comrade Elsa

good luck with her farm shop.

Now let's celebrate!

Stop that!

Children being part of the ideological work

or the missionary work is the norm.

The child is treated like a young adult.

They have to fulfil
their function within the mission.

Children who grow up in this context
like to do it.

They contribute on the frontline

for what they see
as a better Germany.

I create space for my children,
for all of them.

I see their talents.

And I create space for them

to express themselves.

But in return they have to listen
when their mother speaks.

That's fixed. That's what happens.

Often I don't say anything.

But when I do, I mean it.

The way you sit, the way you eat.

The way you walk.

The way you approach adults.
The way you greet people.

Those questions are very important.

In an upright and open way...

Upright also in the figurative sense.

Staying firm,
not letting yourself be bent.

An upright stance

runs like a common thread
through our parenting.

Concerning the spine

as well as the inner stance.

The backbone.

The shop became
the centre of my life

and made all of us happy.

- There you go.
- What's this?

No idea.

You handle that,
I don't have the time now.

Hello.

Hard work and discipline.

I continued to raise the kids that way.

Careful, slowly.

Without Thorsten.

The holiday camp was out of the question.

Marrit was to learn an instrument instead.

Go ahead.

Thank you, Mama.
But I can't play the piano.

I have the address of Mrs. Senftleben.

She's the only piano teacher in the area.

No, what are you doing, stop.

Why do you play so stiffly?

Why did you stop?

But you said...

No, continue playing.

Yes, that's much better.

You live up to those values.

And within this framework
you raise the children.

The idea that a child
suddenly can do something

is so wrong.

Nothing comes from nothing.

It's all a question of

discipline and commitment.

On an instrument, in sports, in school.

The weight that you lift,

after careful thought,

which a ten year old doesn't have,

but a 15 or 20 year old maybe has,

that's the weight you must carry.

You must empty the goblet,
eat up your meal.

That's it, exactly.

But you don't have to fill their plate
and force them to eat.

I think fundamental values

are consequence and discipline.

No matter what you do,

you should do it right and to the end.

Then Thorsten came back from prison.

Papa is here!

Hello.

But it wasn't like it used to be.

- Hello, Thorsten.
- Hello, Elsa.

Good that you're back.

I sadly couldn't pick you up myself.

There's so much to do in the shop.

Now the family is complete again.
I'm looking forward to dinner.

- When do we start the next action?
- What do you mean?

The next action!

Don't you want to rest first?

I've been resting for 18 months.

I want to be active again.

You know the situation has changed.

You should stay quiet for a while.

Me? Stay quiet?!

Maybe you can help your wife in the shop?

She's become a real business woman.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

You could pass out flyers.

There's nothing more to do.

Here.

We can't display those flyers here.

We'll go broke if people see them and stay away.

The whole day all I hear is
"shop here, shop there".

You should be working for
the future of our homeland!

Not selling rotten vegetables!

And what's your business idea?
Go to prison to survive?!

Here it becomes clear that gender
plays an important part

in right-wing extremism.

It stabilizes the people's community,

or this imagined people's community,

both inwardly and to the outside world.

In this people's community,

women are in a worse position than men,

but worth much more than migrant men.

This is the cause

or one of the causes why women

get active in right-wing extremism.

They feel upgraded.

Though they experience discrimination

and disadvantage in their own group,

they're involved in dominance structures

and can dominate others.

The division of work between
the genders is formed

by the image of Germanic culture.

Those models of division of work

are clearly presented to the children.

Having many ethnically pure
children is very important.

This spirit is instilled in the children.

What's this, damn it?!

You won't leave the house like that.
Wearing those Yank clothes.

But Mama allowed it.
For school and piano lessons.

Take that off immediately!

But the other girls are also allowed to.

- You have...
- Hey, Thorsten.

Did you forget what we decided?

That our daughters can wear pants to school,

so they don't stand out as much.

Cowards decided that!

You do as I...

Embarrassing children,
not acknowledging them,

wanting them hard as Krupp-steel,
tough as leather

is always linked to Nazism,
right-wing extremism.

But it has a much longer
and deeper tradition.

It has influenced much wider social circles

and political milieus over a long period.

Reports state
that children from those families

are usually very quiet
and follow orders obediently.

They are often exceptionally disciplined.

On the schoolyard, however, in fights,

kids from those nationalistic families

often use the same chokeholds or fight moves.

It's not like they beat up
other kids systematically,

but in playground brawls
typical to that age

you can see they've been trained

and have a lot of practice.

Playing the piano

was the only escape for Marrit.

Very nice, Marrit.

Now the pianissimo, very soft,
just like we practiced.

Wonderful, Marrit. Wonderful.

Very nice.

I will talk to your parents.

You have to go to a conservatory.

Oh my god!

- Enough! I am fed up!

This degradation will stop now for good!

There will be no Jewish music
played in my house!

There will be no more
wearing jeans in my house either!

And you will close your shitty store!

Do I make myself clear?!

Mama.

Are we prisoners of
our own upbringing?

Who is our friend,

and who is our enemy?

We have it in our own hands

to handle things as a family
the way that we see fit.

The way we are prepared,
the reading we do,

the reasoning we give,

The width of life.

The true life that we have...

There are very few loopholes
for our children.

You'd wish for one of our
children ending up with the Antifa.

We both sitting here, crying,

blaming one another.

It's unimaginable.

Not for political reasons,

but because of our fundamental
approach to parenting.

In terms of pedagogy or psychology,

our children are securely bound.

In the end
my children decided.

Not me.

I alone

could never have dropped out.

People who have inherited it
from their families

can hardly drop out.

It means breaking up with their family.

Especially for younger people that is
very difficult or even impossible.

If a child of a
traditional right-wing family

wants to drop out,

They not only have to question
the ideology they grew up with

but also lose my social environment.

I lose touch with relatives,

with the circle of friends I grew up with.

That makes it difficult to drop out.

Are you sure?

This won't be easy for you.

We need a comprehensive statement

if you want us to help you.

You know what that means.

I went to Canada for a semester abroad.

That was the moment

when I suddenly started thinking.

I was surrounded by foreign students.

It wasn't over after Canada.

It was the seed which grew inside of me.

I would definitely say
that before Canada

I had a racist attitude.

Because

I made statements like "Slavs out",

"Wogs" out,

"Austria is for Austrians".

Get out of the way!

Thorsten wasn't allowed near
the house and the kids anymore.

Get lost! We don't need you here!

But he and his comrades
didn't care at all.

This is my house!

For them, we were traitors

who had to be eradicated.

Piss off, pigs.

The fear of death

haunted us in our dreams.

Even the police were powerless.

We all slept together in one room.
with knifes and axes

Enough!

What's going on?

Be quiet.

I think I heard something outside.

Come with me.

But be quiet.

Hermann wants to come.

Alright, but hurry.

The house,

our friends,

our animals,

we had to give it all up.

We had to move to the city.

But they still found us.

Then we moved again.

We even had to change our names.

Because they tried to kidnap Marrit.

Then we moved again.

New names again.

That went on for years.

It was a nightmare.

Our social security number
gave us away.

It always stayed the same
despite any name changes.

For Marrit,
this realization came too late.

Children within right-wing extremist structures

are a big issue for pedagogues.

But right-wing extremism
takes effect much further.

If it's our goal

to minimize right-wing extremism
and anti-democratic attitudes,

it's not just about getting the children

out of the right-wing extremist scene.

It's difficult.
What right does the government have

to interfere with family structures
and parenting methods?

Nevertheless we must give
the children another option at school.

We must give them a chance to drop out.

Sometimes Marrit didn't even
know her name anymore.

Lisa, Mona,

Frida.

She wanted her old name back.

No one could reach her anymore.

Neither me nor her brother.

At some point

she stopped speaking.

Mama, Mama!

Marrit fell through the window!

I believe that racism lives off fear.

Fear of the unknown,

fear of leaving the privacy of your home.

I stayed in that privacy for a long time

and I felt safe there.

But when I dared to leave

I realized:

Maybe I'm not as safe anymore,
but I'm much happier.

Does Marrit look down on us?

I don't know.

But I would hope so.

My name was Elsa.

I also often wish
to have my name back.

My own upbringing was
still influenced by NS ideas.

Nowadays it works in a more subtle way.

Less obtrusive.

Many of us are still trapped
in this thinking

without noticing it.

The cage

in which the children are locked in

has stayed the same.

The question is:

How do we escape?