Perhaps the family name “Hitler” became the most well-known, deeply-hated last name during World War II, so imagine if you’re the guy living in the United States when he starts a world war and you have the same last name. Then imagine that you are also Adolf Hiter’s nephew.

Who Was This Hitler

We’re talking about William Patrick Hitler, born on 12 March 1911 in Toxteth in Liverpool.

And how was he connected to his Uncle Adolf?

William was the son of Adolf’s half-brother named Alois Hitler Jr., who met his Irish wife named Bridget Dowling in Dublin. When he was 3, Alois went back to Germany and left William under his mother’s care. By the time William was 18, his father had requested that he be sent to Germany, to which his mother agreed. He found out that his father had another son named Heinz, who would later join their uncle’s party and become a full-fledged Nazi.

“There was dandruff on his coat.”

William did not plan to live in the United States of America, nor initially thought of joining the US Navy. What he originally wanted was to benefit from his Uncle Adolf’s growing power as a chancellor when he was in Germany. He kept asking him to get him a job better than the one given to him in Reichskreditbank in Berlin. To get what he wanted, he threatened Adolf that he would sell their embarrassing family stories to the press. In 1938, uncle Adolf was done being bothered and blackmailed by his nephew. He told William that he had to forego his British citizenship if he wanted a better job. William felt that it was a trap, enjoying some diplomatic protection from arrest by the Gestapo so he fled for London instead, leaving one last threat for uncle Hitler; That he would tell people that Adolf’s paternal grandfather was actually Jewish.

As an act of retaliation, he wrote an article for Look Magazine titled “Why I Hate My Uncle.” Here’s one of the reasons he’d given:

Being very close to my father at the time, he (Adolf Hitler) autographed this picture for me. We had cakes and whipped cream, Hitler’s favorite dessert. I was struck by his intensity, his feminine gestures. There was dandruff on his coat.

Reasonable enough, if you ask me.