A Survivor’s Story of Neo-Nazis: Part 1 – by Kathleen Sullivan

 I have been very concerned about the increasing lack of awareness and basic knowledge and education about the Holocaust, here in the US. And about the events and actions and societal trends in Germany that led up to it. 

Starting at age 3, I was unfortunately raised by a very cruel man who was German/Welsh-American. He had very poor self-esteem and was often ridiculed and bullied by his peers. His family was very poor and his father was the town drunk. All of that changed in college when he was mentored by German professors and was introduced to an eventual cluster of Nazi war criminals who had been relocated to the US by our government and given new names, identities and plum positions in governmental agencies. Specifically, to continue doing various kinds of research here, that they had previously done in Germany.

I will not go into the kinds of atrocities they perpetrated against me and many other victims, getting away with all of it with little to no accountability from the men who brought them and their families to resettle and start new lives, here in the US. One of the Army intelligence officers who helped them was the father of the woman that my adoptive father married, not long after he started going to college. A smart and very cruel man, he became one of my adoptive father’s personal mentors. As did one particular Nazi who was highly intelligent and cold as ice.

I was taken once a week, by my adoptive father and grandfather, to attic meetings of these war criminals where they drank expensive liquor, dressed in their full uniforms, bragged about their prior exploits, and also bragged about how they would use their new positions in the US government to insidiously recruit targeted persons to serve their cause. 

Specifically, their primary long-range plan was to avenge their defeat by the American government and other allied governments by infiltrating them and eventually doing what Hitler had planned. Which was, developing an Aryan one-world government, Ordis Templar, Circa 2000. This would be their ultimate revenge. 

As for me, I finally started receiving help and protection from 2 lesser-known intelligence agencies in the mid-1980s, who had recruited operatives as part of what they called Operation Clean Sweep. 

Those recruits’ job was to pretend to be fervent White supremacists while infiltrating some of the more dangerous neo-Nazi and White supremacist cell groups. 

Those cell groups, including one based in Kennesaw and Powder Springs GA that my adoptive father was actively collaborating with, were working together to start bombings, riots, and other mass disruptions in the US as a lead-in to fulfilling their beloved Fuhrer’s long-term goal of taking over – and controlling – the US federal government by the year 2000.  

By the time those intelligence operatives started approaching and recruiting me to provide evidence against my adoptive father and other cell group leaders, I was pretty much gone, mentally. And spiritually. But not emotionally. I had been severely abused and also been used as an experimental human Guinea pig by my adoptive father and his Nazi mentor nearly all of my life. They were especially interested in figuring out how to break the minds and wills of victims as quickly and efficiently as possible, basically turning us into Stepford children and wives who would mindlessly obey them and serve their every whim and desire with zero resistance.   

As a highly intelligent mechanical, chemical and electrical engineer, my adoptive father was constantly intellectually and otherwise groomed and praised by his Nazi mentor, who became the father figure that he’d never had as a child. But by the time the intelligence operatives started infiltrating the cell group he was most active with, his contact with his Nazi mentor had become much more limited. 

That was good fortune for me, because I was no longer being as closely studied by those two men as they’d done to me in past decades. 

Still, I had to be extremely careful when I started meeting in secret with the mole and his superiors, giving them as much information as I could about my adoptive father and the other psychopaths’ plans, criminal activities and agendas. I could not afford for my own changes in mood to be detected by my adoptive father and the local cell group leader, who both became increasingly paranoid and insanely cruel and off-balanced in their behaviors at cell group meetings. 

Both men knew that something was going on. They sensed that they were being watched. And they were hearing about the arrests of some of the other leaders across the country. Their being off-keel probably saved me from being detected and killed. I will always be grateful for that. And I will always be grateful for the unnamed  intelligence operatives and superiors who literally laid down their lives to keep the cell group leaders’ seriously demented plans from being carried-out against our government and numerous innocent residents. But they also kept their promise to me that in exchange for my help, they would storm the underground tunnel systems in Powder Springs, free the cell group’s  severely brutalized and brainwashed child victims, and give them specialized help they would need to live safer, gentler, happier, more normal lives. 

Decades later, I would learn that one of the children kept in those cages built for large animals, was one of the children they had raped and forced me to breed and bear for them and their highly lucrative international child trafficking operations. Although I was not able to directly participate in that dangerous operation to rescue and relocate the child slaves to undisclosed locations, I was given the opportunity to visit one of the special residences they were housed at, where their reprogramming and socializing began. Just seeing some of them sitting relaxed in a classroom, clean and fully dressed, filled my heart to the point of bursting. Knowing they would be all right, made me all right. 

Fast forward 40 years. Our country’s government is again in danger.