The Death of a Giant, and the Final Concert Arranged by a Leading Nazi Before the End of World War Two - On the Same Day...
A frail, tired man began this day in a chair downstairs in the lovely cottage he would visit from time to time. A brief period before, he had just returned from the Yalta Conference, his final meeting with Stalin and Churchill, who derisively described Yalta as "the Riviera of Hades."
After undergoing some activity, he put a hand to his head and said "I have a terrific headache."
In a few minutes this man was dead. The frail, tired man was, of course, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, the leader of the Crusade against the threat of a New Dark Age - sadly, he failed by less than a month to be witness to the promulgation of the historic victory he had fought to achieve.
On the very same day, in a cold concert hall in a battered Berlin, with the Russian military approaching from the East, a final concert in that hall was performed by the Berlin Philharmonic. This concert was arranged by none other than Albert Speer, the gifted architect and one of the Nazi hierarchy - music of Beethoven, Bruckner and Wagner was performed. Imagine, if possible, a concert given in a city almost completely destroyed by years of Allied bombing. Even though it was April, it was a cold, gray day, and this select audience sat in the cold with collars up to ward off discomfort while listening to what was to become one of the final expressions of a culture which gave the world so much; a culture which was driven insane by a monstrous agenda created by a man who thought that he could become an artist.
For those of you who have not seen some of the water color art of Adolf Hitler, do look at a few of them; then ask "what if this man had had sufficient gifts to follow through with his painting and taken a different path, what kind of twentieth century would we have had?"
At any rate, April 12th, 1945 was a rather interesting day, wouldn't you say?
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