Alice Weidel and the Rhetoric of Power
It begins with language. Always.
With words that dehumanize. With phrases that shift the boundaries of what can be said—until violence is no longer spoken, but carried out.
Yesterday, I couldn’t bear it any longer. I transformed into another figure—the German Shepherd. A symbol of obedience and control. Of what the AfD now, for me, embodies across the country. Over 30 percent in the East, in the so-called “new federal states.” History that does not repeat itself but persists. The AfD thrives on fear. It feeds on resentment, grows in the cracks of disillusionment, whispering promises it will never keep. It is not a protest. It is not an alternative. It is a warning. A party that normalizes hatred, that chips away at democracy while pretending to defend it. A party that once again divides, excludes, and erases.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing. I stand atop the bunker at the Weinberg, concrete beneath my feet, the cold seeping through me. Below, the city. I imagine history pressing in at this moment—who once stood here, and who now seeks shelter in a bunker somewhere else, in a different geographical spot.
Then came the first projections. The numbers. The silence that followed. And now? Now that the Greens are no longer in parliament? Now that the streams of those seeking refuge have only just begun? Now that the climate burns on—because it knows no borders?
It hurts. So much. I don’t know if it can be stopped. But it must go on. Because otherwise, it ends. The Language That Instills Fear
Alice Weidel speaks – and her voice is a performance. Let’s be clear: she disguises herself. She does not speak the way one would expect from a former investment banker, a woman with an academic background. Her rhetoric is eerily familiar. It is a style we know from a dark past, a tone that has inscribed itself into German history.
A calculated distortion. A dangerous performance.
Weidel has perfected the art of dressing authoritarian command in a bourgeois facade. She speaks with a sharpness that reveals itself in her sentence structure: short, rhythmic phrases, sudden shifts in volume that escalate into aggression. Anyone truly listening will recognize that she employs an intonation and rhetoric that echo historical figures we vowed never to follow again. And a man? A man could never do this. A man adopting this tone, this style, would be immediately exposed. But Weidel can. She stands on stage, wearing her pearl necklace and tailored blazer, freely using linguistic tools that should set off alarm bells.
The AfD has strategically positioned women like Weidel. They are there to make the party appear “socially acceptable,” to maintain the illusion of intellectual discourse. But beneath this facade, the same dangerous ideology lurks—just this time, with a different voice. The boundaries of what can be said have long since shifted. And Weidel is exploiting exactly that.
Toxic Wolf Disguised as a Sheep – The Paradox of Alice Weidel
There is a term that encapsulates her political strategy: toxic wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Alice Weidel leads a life that, by her own party’s standards, should not exist. She lives outside of Germany, in Switzerland, shielded from the very political consequences her party seeks to enforce at home. She is in a same-sex relationship with a woman of Indonesian heritage. She has two adopted children. She enjoys every single freedom she wants to deny others.
And yet, she stands on stage, celebrated as the defender of “German values,” while politically despising the very people she belongs to.
How is that possible?
How can a party that openly opposes LGBTQ+ rights put Weidel at the forefront? How can a woman who lives abroad be the voice of anti-immigration politics?
Because it was never about principles.
It is all a performance. One that makes the unspeakable socially acceptable. One that disguises itself in rhetoric we should recognize. One that seeks applause—at any cost.
The Applause Grows – And With It, the Danger
It is not just her words. It is how she says them. Her voice has become an instrument of a politics that divides, incites hatred, and justifies its own violence. And the more votes she receives, the louder the applause.
That is what is so terrifying.
It Has to Stop – Before It’s Too Late
Then came the first projections. The numbers. The silence that followed.
And now? Now that the Greens are no longer in parliament? Now that those seeking refuge are growing in numbers? Now that the climate continues to burn, because it knows no borders?
Weidel speaks—and we listen.
But we must listen carefully. We must name what is happening here.
Because it begins with language. Always. And if we are not careful, it ends with something we swore we would never witness again.