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MUNICH，GERMANY

March25，1933

Mr。MaxEisenstein

Schulse-EisensteinGalleries

SanFrancisco，California，U。S。A。

DearOldMax:

YouhaveheardofcourseoftheneweventsinGermany，andyouwillwanttoknowhowitappearstoushereontheinside。Itellyoutruly，Max，IthinkinmanywaysHitlerisgoodforGermany，butIamnotsure。Heisnowtheactiveheadofthegovernment。IdoubtmuchthatevenHindenburgcouldnowremovehimfrompower，ashewastrulyforcedtoplacehimthere。Themanislikeanelectricshock，strongasonlyagreatoratorandazealotcanbe。ButIaskmyself，ishequitesane?Hisbrownshirttroopsareoftherabble。TheypillageandhavestartedabadJew-baiting。Butthesemaybeminorthings，thelittlesurfacescumwhenabigmovementboilsup。ForItellyou，myfriend，thereisasurge—asurge。Thepeopleeverywherehavehadaquickening。Youfeelitinthestreetsandshops。Theolddespairhasbeenthrownasidelikeaforgottencoat。Nolongerthepeoplewrapthemselvesinshame;theyhopeagain。Perhapstheremaybefoundanendtothispoverty。Something，Idonotknowwhat，willhappen。Aleaderisfound!YetcautiouslytomyselfIask，aleadertowhere?Despairoverthrownoftenturnsusinmaddirections。

Publicly，asisnatural，Iexpressnodoubt。IamnowanofficialandaworkerinthenewregimeandIexultveryloudindeed。Allofus

officialswhocherishwholeskinsarequicktojointheNationalSocialists。ThatisthenameforHerrHitler'sparty。Butalsoitisnotonlyexpedient，thereissomethingmore，afeelingthatweofGermanyhavefoundourdestinyandthatthefuturesweepstowardusinanoverwhelmingwave。WetoomustmoveWemustgowithit。Evennowtherearebeingwrongsdone。Thestormtroopersarehavingtheirmomentofvictory，andtherearebloodyheadsandsadheartstoshowforit。Butthesethingspass;iftheendinviewisrighttheypassandareforgotten。Historywritesacleannewpage。

AllInowaskmyself，andIcansaytoyouwhatIcannotsaytoanyhereis:Istheendright?Dowemakeforabettergoal?Foryouknow，Max，IhaveseenthesepeopleofmyracesinceIcamehere，andIhavelearnedwhatagoniestheyhavesuffered，whatyearsoflessandlessbread，ofleanerbodies，oftheendofhope。Thequicksandofdespairheldthem，itwasattheirchins。Thenjustbeforetheydiedamancameandpulledthemout。Alltheynowknowis，theywillnotdie。Theyareinhysteriaofdeliverance，almosttheyworshiphim。Butwhoeverthesaviorwas，theywouldhavedonethesame。Godgrantitisatrueleaderandnoblackangeltheyfollowsojoyously。Toyoualone，Max，IsayIdonotknow。Idonotknow。YetIhope。

Somuchforpolitics。Ourselves，wedelightinournewhomeandhavedonemuchentertaining。Tonightthemayorisourguest，atadinnerfortwenty-eight。Wespreadourselvesalittle，maybe，butthatistobeforgiven。Elsahasanewgownofbluevelvet，andisinterrorforfearitwillnotbebigenough。Sheiswithchildagain。Thereisthewaytokeepawifecontented，Max。Keephersobusywithbabiesshehasnotimetofret。

OurHeinrichhasmadeasocialconquest。Hegoesoutonhisponyandgetshimselfthrownoff，andwhopickshimupbuttheBaronVonFreische。TheyhavealongconversationaboutAmerica，andonedaythebaroncallsandwehavecoffee。Heinrichwillgotheretolunchnextweek。Whataboy!ItistoobadhisGermanisnotbetterbuthedelightseveryone。

Sowego，myfriend，perhapstobecomepartofgreatevents，perhapsonlytopursueoursimplefamilyway，butneverabandoningthattruenessoffriendship，ofwhichyouspeaksomovingly。Ourheartsgoouttoyouacrossthewidesea，andwhentheglassesarefilledwetoast"UncleMax。"

Yoursinaffectionateregard，

Martin