The New Fatherland

The statue of Germania stands at the border of the German fatherland where the plunging Rhine murmurs its tales against its banks. In her raised right hand she holds a shining sword while the shield in her left hand glitters in the midday sun. Her eyes are turned to the west where many of her sons, nourished at her bosom, had gone to a new fatherland. They came to a foreign country to live among a foreign people who are sons of Adam, but whose faces, alas, are black, faces they have been taught to despise, and, what is more, that contact with them would stain them.