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Germans and Anglo-Saxons are brothers

The lie is deliberate. The denial of Anglo-Saxon kinship with Germans is not an innocent mistake of scholarship but a falsification enforced by power. Historians, politicians, and propagandists have spent a century drilling into our skulls that the English are unique, insular, different—anything but German. Yet the record screams the opposite: the English are Germans, the Anglo-Saxon is Saxon, and to deny it is to stand with the liars of history.

England was not born in Britain; it was imported from across the North Sea. The Angles, Saxons, and Jutes carried their gods, their laws, and their language from German soil to British shores. They exterminated or absorbed the Celts and remade the island in their image. The word England itself confesses the truth: the land of the Angles, a Germanic tribe. Old English is a German tongue, pure and raw, closer to Old High German than to anything spoken by Celts or Romans. Beowulf belongs as much to the Germans as to the English—it is a shared monument of their common ancestry.

This kinship was not a passing phase but the foundation of English civilization. For a thousand years, English rulers married German royalty. The British monarchy itself is German—the House of Hanover, the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, which was only renamed “Windsor” in 1917 to conceal the truth from a public whipped into anti-German hysteria. Imagine the irony: the very symbol of “Britishness,” the crown, is carried on the heads of Germans, and yet the people are told to spit on Germany as a foreign nation. This is not history—it is indoctrination.

The separation of English and Germans is a twentieth-century political invention. The world wars—cousins slaughtering cousins at the behest of bankers, empires, and ideologues—were enough to convince millions that the English and Germans must be enemies for eternity. After 1945, the victors sanctified the division: never again could Germans and Anglo-Saxons be spoken of as brothers, for to do so would threaten the fragile balance of a Europe chained to American power. So the textbooks were rewritten, the propaganda films churned out, and generations of schoolchildren taught that English and Germans are strangers. This was not the truth; it was a prophylactic measure, a political quarantine against pan-Germanism.

But no quarantine can erase blood. The North Sea is a puddle compared to the ocean of kinship that binds Anglo-Saxon to German. Their languages are two branches of the same tongue, their laws descended from the same tribal codes, their Protestant faiths born of the same rebellion against Rome. Their character—the discipline, the reserve, the suspicion of decadence—is identical. To pretend they are alien to one another while declaring Jews from Warsaw and Addis Ababa one people is not only absurd, it is obscene. It reveals that “peoplehood” is not anthropology, but politics; not truth, but propaganda.

The Anglo-Saxon is German. The English are Germans. To deny it is to serve lies dressed as history. Every historian who insists otherwise, every politician who ridicules the kinship, is a servant of power, not of truth. They are not correcting the record—they are falsifying it. The wars of the twentieth century demanded it, and the victors enforced it. But history, like language and blood, cannot be erased by decree.

The time has come to say openly what everyone knows and no one dares admit: England is a German colony that became a nation. Anglo-Saxons are Germans. Germans are Anglo-Saxons. To deny this is to kneel before propaganda and spit on history.