We were the Highest Race by Daryna Gvozdetska

It was 1934.
My goal was reached – my name flaunted along the title of Fuhrer of Germany. I could begin to realize the main aspiration of my whole life then.
Climbing the political ladder to the rank of Reichschaller, I aimed not only to get the post, I had a desire, which everyone knew about. I hated Jews. These mudbloods weren’t capable of anything, they weren’t worthy to exist. They overwhelmed almost all spheres of society. I tried to exterminate the lower race. I was obsessed with the ideas of anti-Semitism. I was a fanatic. We were the highest race.
I had been expressing my aspirations publicly during many years, but it gained true weight after 1934, when I got the highest title in Germany. I cherished my plans so long, but it took a little longer to wait.
German Volk! National Socialists! The hour has finally come for me, weighed down by heavy burdens and sentenced to remain silent for months, to speak openly… A new policy of encirclement, seething with hatred, immediately set in again against Germany. At home and abroad, there was the well-known conspiracy between Jews and democrats, Bolsheviks and reactionaries, with the single goal of preventing the establishment of a new German people’s state and plunging the Reich again into impotence and misery. My decision and the first command is clearance of society from lower race. Now the search and extermination all the people of Jewish origin without exception starts. Mudbloods must pay for their actions! Nobody will get away!
My speech of 1941, however, laid the foundation for a large-scale anti-Semitic campaign.
The years were passing and the extermination was continuing, what made my inner aspirations stay amused. The extermination began to bear on politicians who tried to hide their dirty origin in skillful ways. The extirpation was climbing the political ladder higher and higher.
One weekend, having a rest in my parents’ house near Munich, I was looking through the old parents’ letters addressed to each other. There were a lot of them. I read them and thought about how the perception of happiness differed even among such close people as parents and children. My mother was delighted from the fact for what father was ready for her. I read, and didn’t understand this kind of happiness. My happiness caught me when my name flaunted along with the title of Fuhrer of Germany, and I was able to pursuit of the goal of my whole life. I was thinking of Jewish women who would never produce Jewish douches, about Jewish children who would never see their cheeky and nasty parents. I was a fanatic. I enjoyed it.
One of the parents’ letters was standing out, it was an envelope with the seal "Secret". A shabby paper that looked from a half-open envelope seemed to be harmless. I pulled it out and saw the least expected thing in my life: a certificate from the archives, which verified my Jewish origin and an addition to it, indicating that the archives would "blow away" this information by father’s intensive requests and by promoting of his close relationships with influential people. Stun. I hated Jews. They overwhelmed almost all spheres of society. I tried to exterminate the lower race. We were the highest race. Was it True?