The Life of Corneliu Codreanu – Part 1

Caption on the photo: “I greet those who march toward the great legionary victory.”

Corneliu Z. Codreanu — 1938

A few months ago, we provided a review of the movie “Sabina – Tortured for Christ – The Nazi Years”. As discussed, this was a typical propaganda film from the enemy.

In particular, they attacked the character of the Great Hero Corneliu Zelea Codreanu. Renegade Tribune did a nice article on him in 2017.

Corneliu Codreanu: Son of Romania, Father of the Iron Guard (renegadetribune.com)

So why would the enemy go through the trouble of making such a movie which was aimed at invoking hatred of Romanians, casting a dark cloud over the city of Iasi, and targeting Corneliu Zelea Codreanu in particular?

We would like to tell more of his story as given in his autobiography “For My Legionares”. The general public knows little of him – even in Romania! – and it is critical to understand that the nature of this struggle involves all of the Aryan Folk. Noteworthy is the fact that organized action against the enemy was well under way in Romania before the National Socialists were properly organized in Germany. Our heroes are to be found in all corners of the world and we must honor them.

In his youth, Corneliu devoted himself to his studies and obtained important literature from his father who was “a lifetime nationalist fighter”. He spent five years in the military academy in Manastirea Dealului. He fought alongside his father for some time in World War I, but was ultimately sent home at the suggestion of the commanding colonel. His father agreed with the colonel, saying to the young Corneliu: “Would it not be better for you to go back home? We will soon be engaged in battle and it is not good that both of us die here, for Mother then is going to be left with six small children, with no support.” Corneliu would receive further military training in the years 1917 and 1918 at the Military School of Infantry at Botosani.

All of this experience laid the groundwork for his nationalist spirit. He writes: “My military education will be with me all my life. Order, discipline, hierarchy, molded into my blood at an early age, along with the sentiment of soldierly dignity, will constitute a guiding thread for my entire future activity.”

He decided to attend the University in Iasi with three things in mind:

The unification of the Romanian people.
The elevation of peasantry through land reform and political rights.
The solution of the jewish problem.
He found the University swarming with jews who came from Bessarabia – all of them communist agents. What was once a nationalistic institution had become “a nest of anti-Romanianism”. However, the threat was not only at the University as communist ideas spread among the workers of Iasi. They began to follow a plan to destroy machinery and “create the state of general material misery which leads to the eruption of revolution.” Street demonstrations were common place, organized by the jews in Moscow. Placards read “Down with the King!”, “Long live Soviet Russia”, and so on.

Corneliu keenly states: “If these had been victorious, would we have had at least a Romania led by a Romanian workers’ regime? Would the Romanian workers have become masters of the country? No! The next day we would have become the slaves of the dirtiest tyranny: the talmudic, jewish tyranny.”

In the autumn of 1919, Corneliu attended a meeting of a group known as “The Guard of the National Conscience”. The president of the organization was Constantin Pancu, who was a skilled tradesman, incredibly strong, and a “first class speaker”. The small group grew in popularity until their leadership was speaking to crowds numbering 10,000 people. Corneliu remembers that “This is where I learned how to speak before a crowd. Undeniably The Guard of the National Conscience raised the conscience of Romanians at a critical time, in an important place as that of Iasi and placed it like a barrier before the communist wave.”

Corneliu observes that the leaders of the Romanian communist workers were neither Romanians nor workers, but all jews. Of course the enemy was also in control of the major newspapers. While giving vague arguments on the notion of “freedom”, in 1919 the Adevarul (“The Truth”) newspaper writes “Hatred must forever be the guide against the party of murderers that ruled, headed by Ion Bratianu”. On this Corneliu remarks “The judaic hatred of the Romanians is blessed; it is supported; one invokes it. It is not a crime. It is not a medieval shame. But when it comes time for the Romanians to defend their infringed rights, their action is labeled ‘hatred’ and hatred becomes a sign of barbarism, a debasing sentiment on which nothing can be built.”

Many skirmishes took place between Guard of the National Conscience and the judeo-bolshevik enemy. One particular incident illustrates the heroism of Corneliu. He recalls:

“The most powerful communist center was formed by the Romanian railway works at Nicolina. Over 4,000 men worked there, nearly all bolshevized. Residential areas around these works, Podul Ros, Socola and Nicolina, were invaded by a considerable number of jews. That is why the leader of the communist movement in Iasi, Dr. Ghelerter and his aide, Gheler, fixed their point of resistance here.

A month had not passed since their defeat at the A.S.M. and as a signal to begin the general strike and the decisive battle, the red flag was hoisted fluttering over the works. A strike was declared. Thousands of workers were pouring out. The authorities were powerless. Through flyers we convoked all Romanians to a meeting in the Prince Mircea Hall. After the speeches, we left the building with our flags and the whole crowd headed for Nicolina. In Union Square we were stopped by the authorities who advised us against continuing, for there were over 5,000 armed communists there waiting for us and much bloodshed would take place. So we turned from Union Square toward the railway station, where we hoisted flags over the engine roundhouse and over the station. Then we commandeered a train on the track and went to Nicolina. Someone threw the switch in the Nicolina station and train and all entered the Nicolina works. We got off. In the shops, no one. On one of the buildings, the red flag. I climbed up a fire escape holding a tricolor flag between my teeth. With some difficulty, for it was at a great height. I got on the roof and crawled to the top. I snatched the red flag and amidst the truly tremendous hurrahs, lasting several minutes, I hoisted and secured the tricolor flag. Then, from there I spoke. Outside the walls, the communists increasing in numbers, steadily grew into a compact mass and demonstrated menacingly. An infernal racket. Inside, hurrahsi, outside, boos and cursing. Then I slowly descended to the ground. Pancu ordered our departure. But at the gate the communists barred our exit, yelling: “Let Pancu and Codreanu come forward!” We stepped 30 yards in front of our crowd and headed for the gate. In the middle, Pancu, on his right a tradesman, Margarint, with myself on the left. All three of us advanced saying nothing, keeping our hands in our pockets on the revolvers. Those at the gate watched us, quiet and unmoving. Now we were but a few steps away. I expected the whiz of a bullet going past my ear. But we kept on, straight and determined. However, this was a very unusual, soulful moment. We were now but a couple of steps away. The communists stepped aside opening up for us! For about ten yards we walked in tomb-like silence through their midst. We looked neither to the left nor to the right. Nothing was heard, not even human breathing.

Our men followed us. But as they came through, the silence was broken. Cursing began, with threats on both sides, but no fighting. In a body, we headed along the railroad toward the station. Behind us, over the works, the blowing wind fluttered the cloth of the victorious tricolor.

The moral effect of this action was incomparable. The whole of Iasi was in an uproar. Everybody on the streets spoke only about the Guard of the National Conscience. A current of Romanian awakening was felt in the air, The trains, carried further to the four corners of the country the news of this resurrection. We realized that bolshevism would be defeated because facing it, as well as on its flanks, a barrier of conscience had been raised which would prevent its expansion.”

This is an act of heroism that we must never forget.

More to follow…

Found at http://www.renegadetribune.com/the-life-of-corneliu-codreanu-part-1/