Alfred Schaefer Ltr #1 from prison to Jim, Joe and Diane, Sept 15, 2018

Article taken from: germanvictims.com

HONORABLE MEN AND WOMEN ARE SITTING IN PRISON IN GERMANY FOR SPEAKING TRUTH ABOUT THE JEWISH CRIMES AND LIES AGAINST THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, ESPECIALLY AGAINST THE GERMANS, AND THE HOLOHOAX.

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Alfred-prison1

Subject: Alfred Schaefer Ltr #1 to Jim, Joe and Diane, Sept 15, 2018

This is the transcribed letter from Alfred to us. I’m actually using it as the body of letter to be sent to our FIVE friends in prison, including Monika.  I don’t know if they can write each other or not, so I’ll give this try.  Diane

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October 12, 2018

 

Alfred Schaefer

JVA Stadelheim

Stadelheimer Str 12

81549, Munich (Munchen)

GERMANY

 

September 15th 2018 letter #1 from Alfred Schaefer

Dear Jim Diane and Joe thank you so much for your letter from August 25th. It arrived here on September 13th.

Yesterday, the 14th of September was a fine day in the morning as I was waiting in the holding cell with almost 12 other prisoners for the prison transport to the “Justice Palace” or Inquisition, I got a glimpse of Monica as she was herded along with a handful of other women prisoners from the women’s prison. Our cell door was open as additional men were processed. Monica was one of the last prisoners to leave the woman’s prison bus, and was herded into an adjacent room. I actually had a few tears of joy seeing her for 3/4 of a second through the crack in the door.

I could write an entire book after 73 days in prison. What an education. I wouldn’t trade it for anything not for $6 million dollars unless of course I have to stay here for six million years. This place gives me so much hope and confidence. I know that we are going to win. Not because of me or because Monica but because of the people I have met here. Fantastic! Most are zombies and surplus Negroes and Arabs and other Asian riffraff, but it is the common sense of the few good people that gives me this confidence. Also life here is a taste of things to come if we do not win. Pure f###ing hell. But unless you experience pain and horror, we will not truly appreciate and be willing to sacrifice to have comfort and joy.

I will run a short story by you, and then return to the 3/4 of a second where I saw Monica.

We – Monika and I, now have 13 days of Inquisition behind us, and the following story happened on July 17, 2008 on Inquisition day #8. I was brought down to the holding cell, the room I was just talking about. We were about 12 or 13 people in that room and although it is supposed to be non-smoking these other prisoners always sneak some tobacco stuck to their nuts or someplace and light up as soon as they are pushed into this room. It was smoky and noisy. There was one there, a white face amongst this crowd. I asked him if he spoke German or English and in a Scottish accent so thick I could hardly understand it, he told me his story. It made me very sad, but gave me great hope, all at the same time.

He was a 20-year-old Scotsman, traveling through Europe with a couple of buddies. And at some Pub he had a few too many beers and somehow fell onto a table while the people at the table that he fell on pushed him off and he landed on his back on the floor. What did he do on his back, totally drunk, his fighting Spirit uninhibited and fierce as can be, he picked up a glass that was lying there on the floor where he lay and fired it at the people who pushed him off the table. (Hey that reminds me of my youth.) Well the glass that he threw at them hit its target and caused a slight injury. (When I was young that happened all the time, but nobody went to prison for it. Boys will be boys!) This young Scotsman was more now close to going insane with frustration. He told me that another English guy he met in prison here was trying to get sleeping pills so he could sleep away the nightmare.

What is the nightmare? The entire summer has been extremely hot this year and about 90% of the prisoners are dark-skinned Invaders. Remember they have emptied the prisons in Africa and elsewhere to enrich European countries in the biological sense. These Invaders like to communicate with each other all day and until about midnight by yelling out their cell windows to each other.  This poor Scotsman now had 2 months of nothing but the white walls of his cell to look at while being blasted by a nonstop yelling in many different languages, none of which he could understand.  This is like a prison in Africa with German prison staff.  All the few Germans that I have met here are very decent and upright people.

After listening to this young man, I told him that these conditions are not the fault of the German people. We are in occupied country. I am in prison because I showed the audience, at a political rally, how high my pet dog Paolo can jump. I told him that the reward that the UK got for bombing the living hell out of Germany in 1945 is that now London has a Pakistani mayor and brown-skinned invaders can rape white-skinned English girls with impunity and if the English want to extradite the rapists, then the English taxpayer pays millions of pounds to Jewish attorneys to prevent the brown skin from being extradited.  Remember: The Jew loves treason but hates the traitor. The successful genocide of millions of Germans is now a template for the destruction of what is left of the white race.

I told the Scotsman that we are positioned with our backs against the wall, and we stand shoulder-to-shoulder. It is do-or-die! When this young man, not even very big, rifled that glass from the floor, on his back drunk as he can be, he showed what we all have in us.  We need to get this energy and resolve channeled in the direction that will secure our homelands and our future. I wrote my name on a piece of toilet paper, that was the only available paper in that stinking room full of Invaders. He was so happy to have had that dialogue with me.

Now, back to the 3/4 second glimpse of Monica, in route to Inquisition day #13 on the 14th of September 2018. Arrival at the “Justice Palace” after waiting for whatever time we have to wait, I get called out and there in the hall is Monica attached with handcuffs to her “Beamte” (police guard), and I get attached to my Beamte, and we march off in a little procession: Beamte – Beamte/Monika – Beamte/Alfred.  We follow the hallways and staircases until we reach the courtroom. We get detached from our Beamten after the door behind us is closed and the other Beamten have their eyes on us.

On this date, the Beamten were different from the ones the days before and they were very strict – NO TALKING! NO NOTHING! But still Monica and I were the happiest people in all the room.  Previous days, the police guard was more normal and even prided himself by sharing his awareness of WTC 7 (the tower on 9-11 that wasn’t hit but fell in demolition style anyway).

Without going into all the details of the proceedings, since they make no sense anyway, I only want to summarize briefly the following. The very worst day so far was Thursday August 16th. The state prosecutor walked in with two binders and proclaimed, “We have the property investigations and financial data and we expect a multi-year  sentence for Mr. Schaefer due to the gravity of his crimes.”  They normally take everything you own and disappear you for many years. I love jews.

Friday, August 17th was a turning point. I was exhausted from the very long previous day. I had reached the sanctuary of my cell by about 9:30 p.m. The night before and I was in a state of shock from a totally helpless feeling of this insanity. On our way down after that horrible day, I told Monica, “Monica we will walk out of here as free people.”  She just roared with laughter and said to her Beamte, “Alfred’s always so optimistic!” But what could I do?  It was so surreal – out of a Brave New World or George Orwell horror show. The total absurdity led me to believe that it can’t be real so things have to change. And change they did.

I’m going to make it brief now.  The Friday following the day of horror, a witness was called in who had already been there earlier and we were back to “gathering evidence.”  And now we have court dates all the way to the end of October. Can you imagine grown people spending this level of resources on this kind of nonsense? Hard to believe, but that is the Muppet Show that Monica and I have the honors of having secured two important leading roles. We love it.

Okay, now a few words about the weapons being used against humanity in a last-ditch effort to keep the state of induced mental [admin:in-]sanity locked into place. All the hype generated by talk of “Nazi war crimes,” “Holocaust,” “Syria warned of consequences for using GAS.” blah blah blah. All of those words do nothing more than rejuvenate the indoctrination of the past 80 years. These things need to all be called out as “marked cards” in a card game of All or Nothing. We must not respond to any of them, EVER, other than calling them out as marked cards …

(Included because it was so clever) Re-edit and correct my six million spelling mistakes. I wish I could spell as good as Uncle Adolf could paint, but he was a true Man Of All Trades.  I could keep writing but if they disappear this letter it would be all for nothing. This time I told the story of the Scotsman, there is a great story about a 16-year- old Afghan Warrior who really gave me a lot of Hope … Coming soon. I would hire that guy as my personal bodyguard, he was that good. And remember we are winning! What we are observing now are the expected symptoms of the initial phase of our healing over space and time. These are natural processes that can be observed throughout nature.

Your friend and comrade Alfred.

Autor: endederluege

Hier stehe ich, Henry Hafenmayer, ehemaliger deutscher Lokführer. Ich kann dem Völkermord an meinem Volk nicht mehr tatenlos zusehen. Ich tue meine Pflicht. Ich tue was ich kann.

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