The Heritage Paper

Chapter 24



Otto sat beside the Candidate in the back of the stretch limo as they moved through the thick Manhattan traffic.

The Candidate’s father, Josef, was originally chosen for this role, but greatness clearly had skipped a generation. His father never possessed his charisma and courageous vision. You’re either born with that or you’re not. Otto hadn’t seen such a combination since the Führer—a comparison that gave him chills.

Otto viewed the landscape outside his window. He laughed to himself at the contradictions of this strange wasteland called America. A society that demonized the Führer’s racial philosophies, yet built their dynasty on the ethnic cleansing of the Native American and the slave labor of Africans stolen from their homelands. He wondered how their celebrated Manifest Destiny was any different from the Führer’s quest for territory called lebensraum.

The Führer understood that certain races were genetically superior to others. And Otto had observed the appeasement of the lesser races divide the United States, weakened its core, and made its structure vulnerable. But he wasn’t complaining—it’s what they had been counting on all these years.

There was a time when he doubted if this moment would ever be presented to them. As decades passed, and with his aging troops growing restless, he knew he’d have to spark their opportunity himself. And to do so, he re-created the spark that ignited Germany—the Reichstag Fire.

The fire was purposely set by members of the Nazi Party, made to look like an attempt by the communists to overthrow the German government. It was an act that woke up the nation from its slumber and caused then-chancellor Paul von Hindenburg to put out a decree nullifying many of the key civil liberties of the German citizens. The country had remained in a malaise since WWI, too busy feeling sorry for itself to reclaim its birthright of world domination. But the Reichstag Fire on February 27, 1933 restored Germany’s fight, and led to the rise of the Führer.

As the new century began, America had slipped into a similar malaise. But unlike Germany, it was based on a different emotion—overconfidence. The United States believed themselves to be an impenetrable fortress, and it was Otto’s challenge to alter their mindset.

He’d heard of a group that resided within Germany, which had picked up their battle to fight off the attempts by the Zionists to seek world domination. But while this ragtag militia was based in Germany, they weren’t of German descent. The German people couldn’t even fight for their own causes anymore, Otto sadly thought. This was a group of Arabs—a race he believed to be far beneath the Germans. But when he traveled to Hamburg to meet with their leaders in an apartment the group rented at Marienstrasse-54, near the university in the Harburg section, Otto found what they lacked in genetics they made up for with fearless delusion. Just the men to deliver a modern day Reichstag Fire.

The leader of these genetic mutants was a hypnotic brainwasher who hid in the caves of Pakistan. He had already done the legwork, setting a plan into motion where a cell based in Hamburg would hijack commercial airliners and crash them into symbolic US buildings and monuments. While Otto doubted their ability to pull off such a grandiose plan, he didn’t doubt their commitment to the cause.

Otto had observed the US enough to know its greatest strength was also its biggest weakness. When attacked, it would predictably fire back with all its might. But in doing so, it would create an opening for its enemies. It reminded Otto of a celebrated boxing match he attended during his youth in New York, where the German, Max Schmeling, used a similar strategy in defeating the American negro Joe Louis, once again proving the superiority of the German race.

On June 3, 2000, Otto used his many contacts around the world to assist top cell members in moving to Prague, and would later help their entry into the United States, where they’d enroll in an aviation school in Venice, Florida. Otto didn’t try to conceal the alias he’d used during his post-war years in the United States—he officially ceased being Otto in 1945—and even went out of his way to make sure his involvement was discovered if the mission was successful, which he did in very traceable emails. Only if they failed, as he expected, would he be forced to remove all links that could connect his alias to these savages. One way or another they were going to meet their maker that day.

In the days and months following the attack, the response was as expected. First, the US began restricting rights of the people just as von Hindenburg had done in Germany. Then they threw a wild punch—a convoluted and vague plan termed the War on Terrorism—leaving themselves open for defeat. When this war turned into a protracted struggle it tore at the US’s resolve. Little did they know that it was just the appetizer.

And now the main course was about to arrive. Otto smiled at the Candidate and said, “Destiny has arrived.”