The following article is from the SS weekly publication Das Schwarze Korps (1940):
Jerry Siegel, an intellectually and physically circumcised
chap who has his headquarters in New York, is the inventor of
a colorful figure with an impressive appearance, a powerful body,
and a red swim suit who enjoys the ability to fly through the
ether.
The inventive Israelite named this pleasant guy with an overdeveloped
body and underdeveloped mind “Superman.” He advertised
widely Superman’s sense of justice, well-suited for imitation
by the American youth.
As you can see, there is nothing the Sadducees won’t do for
money!
Jerry looked about the world and saw things happening in the distance,
some of which alarmed him. He heard of Germany’s reawakening, of Italy’s
revival, in short of a resurgence of the manly virtues of Rome and Greece.
“That’s fine,” thought Jerry, and decided to import the idea
of manly virtue and spread them among young Americans. Thus was born this
“Superman.” On this page we present you with several particularly
unusual examples of his activities. We see Superman, lacking all strategic
sense and tactical ability, storming the West Wall in shorts. We see several
German soldiers in a bunker, who in order to receive the American guest
have borrowed old uniforms from a military museum. Their faces express
at once both desperation and cheerfulness. We see this bicepped wonder
in a rather odd pose, bending the barrels of Krupp guns like spaghetti.
“Concrete can’t stop me,” he shouts in another picture as he
knocks the tops off pill boxes like overripe tomatoes. His true strength
only shows itself in flight, however. He leaps into the air to tear the
propeller from a passing German airplane. As we can see from the next
frame, however, Superman has apparently made a mistake, since he seems
to have encountered a Yid pilot. No German would say what the pilot says:
“Himmel! Vos is diss?” The American answer “Well, here
it is” seems to us not quite right. The right response would be something
like “Laff if ya likes, I’m Simple Simon!” [“Se wern lachen, jach bin der klaine
Moritz!”].
A triumphant final frame shows Superman, the conquerer of
death, dropping in at the headquarters of the chatterboxes at
the League of Nations in Geneva. Although the rules of the establishment
probably prohibit people in bathing suits from participating
in their deliberations, Superman ignores them as well as the
other laws of physics, logic, and life in general. He brings
with him the evil German enemy along with Soviet Russia.
Well, we really ought to ignore these fantasies of Jerry Israel Siegel,
but there is a catch. The daring deeds of Superman are those of a Colorado
beetle. He works in the dark, in incomprehensible ways. He cries “Strength!
Courage! Justice!” to the noble yearnings of American children. Instead
of using the chance to encourage really useful virtues, he sows hate,
suspicion, evil, laziness, and criminality in their young hearts.
Jerry Siegellack stinks. Woe to the American youth, who must live in
such a poisoned atmosphere and don’t even notice the poison they swallow
daily.
