After examining the loyalty of the ideal National Socialist towards his family and clan, we shall discuss his commitment towards his folk. Our folk is the root from which all significant accomplishments made by our ancestors stem; our very essence is determined by our roots, not only physically but also mentally; because culture cannot be but an expression of an inner folk-spirit, inseparable from the blood. Our blood is not only responsible for great differences, but even for smaller ones; this is why during the twentieth century many countries elaborated the fundamental natural laws and gave birth to Falangism, to British Fascism, to the Iron Guard, to Italian Fascism and to many more forms of the same ideology, stemmed from the genius of different cultures through their exponents at the time.
We are not only the sum of what we are in the present, but also of the thousands of ancestors who perished and left us their blood-inheritance, and the sum of the thousands of future generations our actions will nourish and give birth to. While our name may be forgotten as years, pass by, and our deeds may ultimately be overcome by those of others, our blood will remain steadfast and present as ever in the veins of our descendants. Towards our folk, we may only know of two sentiments: Duty and Gratitude. It is the great German blood that produced Arminius as well as Bach, Breker, as well as Hitler himself. Still, today, we will deviate from this Germanic lineage and talk about a tale of great Latin dedication, at a time where Rome was still in its infancy.
Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus
Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus was born in the last decades of the Roman Kingdom and lived to see the Roman Republic rise up and slowly make its way through the lesser tribes in Latium. Particularly troublesome was the tribe of the Aequi, who, after allying with the nearby tribe of the Sabines, broke the peace treaty with Rome and tried to recapture one of the cities they lost in the previous wars. The two consuls immediately gathered their army and went on a campaign, but the barbarians quickly had the upper hand, and only a handful of messengers could make it back to the city. The Senators approved the nomination of a dictator to handle the dangerous situation, and the responsibility fell upon the unknowing Cincinnatus. A group of senators was sent to him, only to find out he was outside his house, sowing the fields for the winter. The senators requested him to wear his senatorial toga, and he called his wife to bring it to him; then, he set out at once for Rome, with his newfound absolute powers. Once in the city, he ordered a total mobilization of Roman citizens and, through a series of clever tactical expedients such as trapping the enemy camp within a wall of spikes during the night, he had the invading armies defeated, and their leaders pass through a yoke made of spears, to signify their complete submission to Rome. After everything was said and done, after a mere fifteen days from his nomination, he returned to sowing his fields, asking for no compensation whatsoever.
Here we have an example of extraordinary integrity. The figure of a dictator in Republican Rome was as close to an Imperial figure one could get, with six months of absolute powers over every citizen present in the urbes. His mandate was of six months; Cincinnatus’ lasted exactly one-twelfth of that. If this may not be enough, it must be pointed out that he had no idea of how long it would take him to regain control of the situation. It must have been a tough decision to make, choosing between his family’s survival and that of the Roman folk. His complete and blind loyalty to his city and people, to surpass even that to his own family, is what sculpted his name forever in History; and it isn’t hard to look around and find traces of him in cities and roads, such as Cincinnati itself.