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A Nazi in love with a Jew. Or, at least, in lust. He cannot face it. He hates that people know about it. He cannot take it. How could he? His passion is making him insane. All he can do is to beat her up every time he feels for her, every time he wants her, every time he believes his passion is public knowledge. When the touch of his own hands makes her suffer, his human feelings are obeying his Nazi mind. In his sickness it is as if he's punishing himself for wanting her. He's fighting against himself everyday, and she's paying for it, the poor innocent victim.
Here is the magnificent scene of Schindler's List, very appropriately worth of re watching these days:
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[Goeth talks to Helen, who is totally paralysed by fear]
I would like so much to reach out to you and touch you in your loneliness. What would it be like, I wonder? What would be wrong with that? I realize that you are not a person in the strictest sense of the word, but, um, maybe you're right about that too. Maybe what's wrong, it's not us, it's this... I mean, when they compare you to vermin, to rodents and to lice. I just, uh, you make a good point. You make a very good point.
[He touches her face and hair]
Is this the face of a rat? Are these the eyes of a rat? "Hath not a Jew eyes?"
[Pauses]
I feel for you Helen.
[Leaning forward to kiss her]
No, I don't think so. You Jewish bitch, you nearly talked me into it, didn't you?
[Starts beating her up]
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Chances are his continuous rage would kill her one day, by accident or on purpose. I wonder if he would regain his sanity then, if only for a few moments, when actually she would be no more than a corpse. Would he touch her with tenderness then, hug her, kiss her? Would he really suffer in conscience with her loss? Chances are he would not. I wish I could be proved wrong, but a true Nazi is a Devil beyond salvation. Thank God there was a Schindler who saved her.
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