Landsberg Prison Diary

I sit here in cell C12 on the bottom floor of Landsberg Prison, lonely. My cell was the average cell: a bed, a toilet, and a lamp attached to the wall. I sit here working on my book, I wrote,“Those who want to live, let them fight, and those who do not want to fight in this world of eternal struggle do not deserve to live”. All of the other inmates were settled down now so I decided to go to bed. It was officially the 1825th day that I have been in jail and I was up early that morning awaiting my freedom. The day has come, the prison guard handed me my valuables and extra clothes and I walked out of the gate to freedom. Days later, I published volume one of my book I wrote in prison. My days in prison were brutal, but it started the making

Our attempt to take over the German government had failed. Beer Hall Putsch was our planned attack on the government to try and take control of Germany. I was taken to Landsberg Prison in Germany. I had different rights than the normal inmate. I could have as many visitors that came and had until it was time to go to bed to visit. In prison, my fellow inmate was Rudolf Hess. He helped me get through my days in prison. While I was in, I decided to express my thoughts through a book. I would call it Mein Kampf, which means my struggle. Every night I would stay up late and write little bits and pieces in my book, and each night I would lay awake thinking of what to write the next day. Days passed, months passed, years passed. It was time, it has been five years. I can’t believe it. I walked to out of the prison walls to freedom. Immediately, reporters were waiting to write stories on how I plan on recovering the Nazi party. Days went on and I was back into the Nazi party and running for leader. It was the day for the big speech that the people of Germany needed. I was called up and started my speech out slow. The crowd was speechless at first. As I went on, the crowd went wild, my speech was so moving that people from across the country turned on the TV and started watching. My speech gave the Nazi party that boost that they

Death camps were built all across Poland. My most famous death camp, Auschwitz was what I called it. My death camps were made to kill of all of the people that I consider not to be the perfect person. I created the death camps to kill the imperfect people by shooting, disease, gas, burning, starvation, and exhaustion. Nobody questioned my thinking. Everybody respected my choices and my way of doing things in Germany. Day after day jews, gypsies, gays, handicapped, blacks, children, and more were brought in by truck to each death camp. One by one, one hundred by one hundred, thousand by thousand, million by million people dead because of my thought of a superior race. My name is Adolf