It all started from what he was surrounded by. His environment, circumstances, events, forming his thoughts, turning into perception and in turn leading into a passion which was a drive for his actions. He was a noble character whom was fighting a noble cause. He wasn’t just making a senseless noise or fighting for no cause, he had a reason to fight, he had been bullied, unfairly treated and mocked.
He had lived on the streets for the same people, he was to make history and he had to experience the negatives to instigate the passion he had burning within, his eyes showcasing the flames. He wasn’t even a citizen of the nation he was patriotic to, perhaps, indirectly linked by blood to the group of people he abhorred so greatly.

He had dreams and his passion took him to the realization of his dreams. He was just an ordinary individual whom allowed his passion drive him to making history. He took each level of his success soaring higher. Yes! he had been predestined to play the role but, he wasn’t born into a position to make that happen. Instead, his passion took him to that level of asserting the authority.  He became a brand, a symbol, a god, proudly representing an ideal that others started beating a path to his door. He was just an unqualified artist whom wasn’t even fully educated and upon realization of his failed attempt in art, he moved to the next available opportunity which was a dispatch runner enlisted in the Bavarian army, the conception of a war king. He needed a platform to
be heard, a platform to speak which happened to be his inherent trait–his strength. He got the platform at a beer hall captivating the attention of a few people which turned to become an entire nation and the world in its entirety.

He became lost basking in the euphoria of the presence of his people, his crowd. The crowd was his power, he began to sink, by the presence of the people he began to gather, the respect they gave and the reputation they had attributed to him. He became what he criticized, he became who he hated but could not help himself. He had begun to drown in the power the crowd had given to him. He became a self-conceited man, a psycho and the definition of evil.

He was a god, a god the people worshiped and had given superfluous relevance to. His superiors and those he once admired when he hadn’t gotten the power of the crowd became his followers whom died as his martyrs hailing him as a god even though the knowledge of him being their murderer. Madness! is an understatement for that. He just really needed the world to recognize his ‘overly’ relevance thus, he spread his wings abroad being the sole instigator of World war 2. Killing millions of people for his wrong perception– the concept of generalization and stereotyping which turned to his evil passion and actions. He is remembered for his great evil-evils. Adolf Hitler is a name that has been dubbed to ‘all shades of evil’.

Once again, he was just an ordinary individual whom became a victim of sinking in the power the crowd gave to him…..

 

Adolf Hitler’s story: The Power of the Crowd.
From the desk of Mary Elebijo

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Appreciation to the crew of the movie ‘Hitler: The Rise of Evil’