Free The Blood Flag by James W. Huston

means?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œSlaughterhouse Five, the name of his famous novel. In any case, in 1990 or so, the neo-Nazis—or skinheads—decided to use the anniversary of that bombing to demonstrate. They have marched there every year since. This year, there were ten thousand of them. So for those that think Nazism is still not alive and well in Germany, they need only go to Dresden on February 13th.”
    â€œWhat does that have to do with Eidhalt?”
    â€œHe’s from Dresden. Ever since he made his money, he’s been involved in the march. We know he has helped fund it. He doesn’t march, but he sends people to it. And pays for people to travel.”
    â€œHe stays behind the scenes.”
    â€œHe was playing a very clever game. He didn’t join any organization. He would monitor them all and help them all. Waiting for the best to rise to the surface. Those that were led by stupid men, he would ignore. Those that were led by smarter men, with better connections and better financing, he would help. He has been waiting for ten years to seize the moment, and now is that time.”
    â€œWhy do you say that?”
    â€œBecause in taking that one million euros he has now converted it over the last twenty years to fifty million euros. He purchased property all over the former East Germany. When companies were motivated by the government to move into Eastern Europe and therefore needed land or buildings, he would sell to them. And when the government needed a new headquarters for their agency, he would sell it to them. As I said, he is now worth a lot. Maybe more than fifty million. And much of it is liquid. We know where all his accounts are, at least we think we do, but we also believe he has some accounts in Switzerland now. And maybe even in the United States. He has a very clever accountant. We think some of the money has moved without us knowing where it went.”
    He shifted. “And now there is money coming into his accounts—a new account that he thinks he has hidden—that we can’t trace back. But we know it isn’t from Europe. We think it’s a secondary source of funding. Someone who is supporting him or funding him.”
    â€œSo,” he said, sighing. “We have a man who is Nazi to the core, rich, clever, and now believes it is time to stand on top of what he sees as a rising tide of nationalism, anti-Semitism, anti-immigration and anti-Muslim sentiments, and economic fear. Things aren’t as bad as they were in the twenties and thirties, but there are enough young men who are unemployed and enough who think all of Europe is about to be destroyed by immigration that Eidhalt has many followers. And they see Turks as the cause of their unemployment. Turks and other immigrants. They, of course, also blame Jews for the decline of social morals and standards, and
hate
the European Union for—they say—taking away Germany’s identity. It doesn’t have to make sense. It just has to work. And people follow it.”
    â€œHe sounds dangerous.”
    â€œHe is. Even the press is noticing. There were many reports of his buying this castle. It dates back to the 1400s in Bavaria. One of the few available to the public, and it was in some disrepair. He bought it two years ago and put it in workable order. He installed the most modern security, power everywhere, air conditioning, and comfort. So instead of a drafty old stone castle, he finished the stone walls to modern standards with structural steel and electronics. And he will not let anybody in. There are no photographs of the inside of the castle since the completion. Only rumors from workers and employees, but not much of that. They are all very loyal and quiet.”
    I asked, “So what is it he’s doing with this castle?”
    â€œWould you like some more coffee? I’m going to get an espresso.”
    â€œThat sounds good.”
    We both stood then walked over