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Florentine van Tonningen
 I
had the pleasure to meet this truly remarkable lady many years ago to
celebrate her 80th birthday, we sailed on a boat from The
Netherlands to Deutschland, it was a truly wonderful day and one I
will remember for a very long time. This lady has endured hardships
that I know most of us could not cope with, yet none of it has hindered
her work. This Lady is a talented artist and writer, who never refused
to speak to young NS folk about what she has seen and endured, meeting
this remarkable woman was truly a day I will never forget. This bio is
going to consist of her life, her book and her ongoing fight for
justice.
Mevrouw Rost van Tonningen was the
wife of Dr. Meinoud Marinus Rost Van Tonningen, the former high
commissioner for the League of Nations in Vienna and president of the
Bank of the Netherlands. Florentine has met them all, heads of states,
scientists and artists, heroes & scoundrels, those who fought for a
New Order and those who opposed it, from Prince Berhard, Engelbery
Dollfuss to Anton Musser, Joseph Goebbels, Hess, Himmler and not to
mention the leading figure of that age Adolf Hitler.
During WW2 the man she loved and
shared her life with was brutally murdered by Canadians. Here you will
read a small excerpt from Rost Van Tonningens Book Triumph and Tragedy.
When
Prince Bernard came to visit the camp in Elst, he once again stood
face to face with my husband. The Prince quickly realized that my
husband was a Danger, because he knew too much, he would have
to be removed. Shortly after finishing his political testament, my
husband was transferred to the Scheveningen prison. There he fell into
the hands of the local underworld. When he arrived at the prison, he
was thrown out of the vehicle. His legs were tied to a pole, so he
couldn�t bend them, and he fell to the ground. The prison guards
immediately started to beat him with sticks, the warden told my
husband he would not leave the prison alive.
He was given shoes that were much to
small, forcing him to walk with tiny steps and causing him to trip.
Having to wear these shoes was torture in itself, making it impossible
for him to run with buckets of urine and excrement, as he was ordered.
As a joke they tied a string around his penis, yanking him across the
floor if he was not quick enough. Nights were the worst; the guards
would have wild orgies with prostitutes, in which my husband was made
the object of amusement. Everyday they would draw large swastikas on
the floor, which was spit upon by the guards; my husband was then
forced to lick the floor clean. My poor husband had to endure this
torture for 11 days and even worse nights.
The screams coming from the prison
caught the attention of the police, who then decided to get some
prisoners out, my husband in particular. The plan seems to have been
leaked to the prison guards, which might explain why the security net
below the staircase was suddenly moved. In the early morning hours of
June 6th 1945, my husband was once again taken out of his
cell. One of the guards attacked and smashed his head in with a rifle
butt. Then he was thrown over the balustrade. The librarian of the
prison, W. van der Kolk, felt compelled to sweep up the remains of my
husbands shattered head. He was so unnerved by the atrocity, that
shortly afterwards he became seriously ill; it took two years in a
mental institution for him to recover. Wim Kresicher, one of my
husbands cousins went to visit my husband, he thought he heard my
husbands voice calling him, even though his cousin was not political he
was proud of my husband. The people at the prison thought he was crazy
wanting to see my husband. Nevertheless, the door was opened for him,
and he was taken to a shed.
To his horror, he found the barely
recognizable remains of my husband lying on a pile of garbage. The
sight shocked him. Deeply shaken, he laid the flowers beside the body.
The image NEVER left him. A few years later, when I had just been
released from prison and had gone to live in The Hague, Wim visited
and told me everything he had witnessed, shortly he died.
This book has generated considerable
controversy, particularly in leading circles in The Netherlands, where
wartime skeletons still remain locked away in dark closets. That
controversy has not been without its price. Because of her steadfast
refusal to recant, the author has been subjected to a vicious campaign
of hate, hostility and persecution seldom seen since the witch hunts
of the Middle Ages. Mevrouw Rost Van Tonningen has endured physical
attacks, remember this lady is in her eighties; her faithful German
shepherd companion was poisoned in a spiteful attempt to destroy her,
all for honestly speaking her mind and bearing witness to that which
she has seen and heard.
Not only have all this
attempts failed to silence her, however, but also in a backhanded sort
of way they attest to the very integrity of her account as an honest
historical record. Unlike many other contemporary memoirs from the
same period, this extraordinary document is not written for any
opportune or self-serving purpose, but to simply tell the truth.
Despite all the adversity and hardship, which she has endured, the
author has chosen to remain faithful to the same ideals and values she
has always embraced. This, then, is a personal story of a most
remarkable woman, a woman who, through both Triumph and Tragedy, has
remained ever staunch and steadfast in her convictions as well as her
unswerving commitment to the truth. Mevrouw Rost Van Tonningen never
received an official death certificate for her husband, nor was she
ever informed about the whereabouts of his final resting place. Her
dedication and loyalty to all she holds dear should serve as a
reminder to us all.
Finally, from the bottom of my
heart I would like to thank our Fuhrer, his followers and the German
people for having fought on to the bitter end, despite the suffering
they had to endure at the hands of the enemy. And to our younger
generation I would like to wish you both courage and faith in our
people, helping them to tie together the torn thread and strengthen it
for a sound and healthy Europe and Aryan World.
With Unshaken Faith
Florentine S. Rost van
Tonningen
April 20th 1998
Most of us have not even experienced
10% of her hardships, yet we continue to act like spoilt children
incapable of anything honourable or righteous, we should take a step
back and realize that we have it easier then our forefathers and
mothers had, they fought hard for us, they sacrificed a future without
their loved ones and children for what we claim to believe in, its
time we stopped acting like people who are hard done by, take up their
flag and fight on in their name.
To Our People Past We Salute You
Vicky WAU Ireland
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