Tuesday 17 August 2021

Holocaust Book Review: Catrine Clay, GOOD GERMANS

Catrine Clay. The Good Germans: Resisting the Nazis, 1933-1945. London: Weidenfeld and Nicolson/Orion, 2020.  404 pp. + many b+w photographs.

 

Reviewed by Norman Simms

 

When trying to evaluate the historical and aesthetic value of books about the Holocaust, I have found that it is important to find a way to contextualize the language, thoughts and feelings of the people who were victimized, not only interrogate what did they know—what books had they read before they were forced into ghettos, arrested and sent to one form of concentration camp another, for slave labour or for immediate execution,  what opinions did they confront in newspapers, in daily conversations or over the radio. For most middle class Jews, more the adults than the children, the rise of the Nazis to power in the 1930s came as a shock and the new regulations that began to separate them from their normal lives was an insult to the belief they had of being assimilated, tolerated and accepted as German, Czech, Romanian, Polish and so on.  They, of course, knew about anti-Semitism and may have been excluded from professional associations and social spaces, but never to the extent that they feared for their lives. In Germany especially, most Jews did not contemplate an escape until it was too late. They had families to care for, businesses to run and networks of friends to keep them safe until, as they often hoped, the ridiculous and un-German new regime fell due to its own incompetence and stupidity. The idea of moving to decadent France or class-ridden Britain, let alone to brash and crass America often seemed out of the question.

But what about the so-called “good Germans”? Is that in itself a tautology? Catrine Clay says she thought so before she started writing this book. The more she studied the documents, read the autobiographies, talked to Germans who were alive then or are the surviving children and grandchildren of such as deserve the title “Good Germans”, however, the more she became convinced that not all the forty million or so citizens who did not vote for the National Socialists were completely cowed by the new order of cruelty and injustice. However, is she able to convince us today that there was a sufficient number or proportion of such Good Germans to rescue the honour of the nation and place the Nazi Party and its officials, passive supporters and quivering facilitators of their nefarious deeds, not least the Holocaust, to category of evil distinct from all the others? She thinks so, and by the end of her book she places them in the same category as the resistance fighters, sabotage workers in the munitions factories and other anti-Nazis in the territories conquered by Hitler and ruled by Quislings and Vichy-niks.

Before the seizure of power (Machtergrifung) by the National Socialists, less than a third of the Weimar Republic’s citizens voted for Hitler and his street thugs. The Socialists and the Communists were formidable, but they mistrusted one another and did not work together when such co-operation would have pushed the National Socialists out of the electoral game; and the old-time monarchists, military officers, and other right-wing groups while they mostly had disdain for the Brown Shirts, also had distrust in the Volk, the workers and the liberal and left wing parties, so that they too missed the opportunity to mount a strong opposition to Hitler and his gang of criminals and thugs. By far the majority of people were worn down by the losses in the Great War, feared the anarchy of the civil wars that followed, and the weight of joblessness, food-shortages and hyper-inflation, and they went along with the Nazis at least until the military reverses began in around 1942, the Allies started bombing German cities, and the dread of Soviet occupation paralyzed even thoughts of an organized resistance or uprising. Except for a few rare individuals, even amongst the Christian churches, no one was ready to take on the Nazis at their own game; for whoever did put his head up, was soon beaten down, sent to prison or concentration camp—or disappeared in the night. Those who were not “shot while trying to escape,” were hanged or guillotined.  

Clay would us believe, however, that the Good Germans acted sufficiently in their efforts to make them equivalent to the resisters and underground saboteurs in the occupied lands, such as the French or Dutch. But for all their vaunted efficiency and meticulous attention to detail, when it came to organizing a coup d’état or assassination of the National Socialist leadership, the would-be democrats failed miserably. The church leaders who were fearless in denouncing the regime, however, were hobbled by their pacifism and reluctance to take a life. Even when they knew that hundreds of thousands of people were dying in a futile effort to defeat Russia or to hold back the Allies in their invasions of North Africa, Sicily and Normandy, the removal of Hitler by violence was too much for them to contemplate. Meanwhile, to stave off the inevitable defeat, the Nazis robbed the conquered territories of food, clothing and furniture, brought in forced labour, and sent in Hitlerjungend teenagers to fight on the front lines once the boundaries of the Reich were breached.

Another factor that she keeps hitting home with is that in the mid- to late-1930s, German emissaries of the liberal political parties, the military and diplomatic corps tried in vain to enlist the support of the French and British governments to virtually guarantee a successful coup or regime change in Berlin.  Everyone was still in a state of shock from the 1914-1918 war that they could not contemplate entering into another, no matter how just the cause or strategic the necessity. Lacking such agreement and showing nothing but hesitancy and cowardice, the French and English made it impossible for the Good Germans to overthrow the hated Nazi regime. Or so they claimed.

Good Germans, for the most part, put as much emphasis on remaining Germans as being “good”, at least in their own eyes. Many of them, such as Communists and left-wing academics also preferred to look to the East after the War.

As for the Americans, on the one hand, we could excuse their hesitancy because they were still working their way out of the Great Depression; and on the other, there was a deep-seated desire to withdraw back inside “Fortress America” and leave the rest of the world to stew in its own juices. But there were other factors that allowed FDR to put off doing more than issue pious words (“we have nothing to fear but fear itself”) and provide not-so-covert aid to the British Empire through “Lend-Lease,” which the Americans demanded be paid back when England was still recovering from the disasters of World War Two and the loss of the Empire. One factor was the popular leaning towards backing Germany, with sympathy for what was felt to be the harshness of Versailles reparations and what the Germans called “the stab in the back”: on the other, the anti-Semitism at all levels of American society, with Washington unwilling to be seen to be aiding the Jews make war on the rest of the world. In hindsight, of course, not only did the USA come out as the only superpower able to hold back the Soviet Union from taking over most of Europe and Asia, but, thanks to the desperation of Jewish intellectuals, artists and scientists to escape the Nazi persecutions, but the recipient of a tremendous brain drain from the Old Countries to the New World.

This not always subtle allusion to the situation in America in the wake of the 6 January 2021 insurrection and promise of a so-called “reinstatement” in mid-August gives a particular edge to her book and suggests an unstated agenda in bringing it out now. As we all too well know in our own period of right wing, nationalist and racial tyrannies, including the never-ending force of Trumpian militias and bureaucratic underminers of democratic institutions and principles, it is not easy to oppose the Big Lie, the pervasive violence (more Americans are shot each year in mass murders, domestic violence and suicide) than most countries at war. And close to half the votes in the 2020 presidential elections went to the Republicans. Not only is anti-science and anti-[rationality rife in many western states today, but a persistent pandemic of coronavirus is exacerbated by resisters to vaccination, masking and social distancing. The situation, hardly mentioned by Clay in her book, except in the repeated catch-phrase about Hitler “going to make Germany great again,” nevertheless constantly lurks just below the surface.

In brief, Clay shows that many hundred, even thousands of Good Germans did their best to resist the Nazi regime, and she tells the stories of  Socialists, Communists, Prussian aristocrats, educated civil servants, intellectuals, teachers, religious youths, Christian leaders, shopkeepers and police officers—and when arrested to accept martyrdom for the cause. But their best, it seems, was never good enough. In retrospect their numbers were not sufficient to warrant letting Germany off the historical hook either before, during or, especially after, the war. After the defeat of Hitler, there was only a perfunctory effort in bringing war criminals to justice, holding collaborators to account and removing from positions of power and authority all the university professors, court judges and high-level bureaucrats who permitted the Holocaust to run its course. The need was to reconstruct a strong NATO-oriented Germany in Central Europe and to stand against the threats of the Cold War from the USSR and the Warsaw Pact counties.

Her focus is on six individuals and she draws upon their memoirs, autobiographies and other published works, does interviewing where she can, and ploughs through the heaps of historical studies available. One has to read with a finger stuck in the last pages of the book where she lists her sources page by page, rather than having the convenience of notes at the foot of the page. But as there is some popular animus against the scholarly appearance of pages, publishers probably are responsible for this tedious way of following Clay’s use of sources—and, if and where possible, checking her versions against the original. Her approach is also personal, in that she tries to reconstruct scenes, reproduce speeches, and speculate on thoughts and feelings of the characters, and this is why it would be so much better to check what she writes against what is supposedly testimonies and confessions of the historical persons focused on. Though I recognize some of the persons and scenes from other writers on Nazi Germany, not everything seems to be right, or at least not strong enough evidence for what is claimed. 

Friday 6 August 2021

Three Odd Poems for August

 

The Calumny of the Crickets

Here they are, the most learned silverfish in the country, swarm

After swarm, through boxes of old lecture notes, offprints

And printouts, even pencil-scribbled pages,

Smudge-typed essays and reports: oh, the harm

These creatures could have done, leaving only hints

Of what they thought of all my ideas, these sages

Of the insect world. Unlike the crickets who ignored

What I said cogently and wittily all those years ago,

Or the reviewers who seem to have stopped about two

Pages into the introduction, and unsheathed the sword

Of calumny, and slashed away in vain. Another wrote:

His three year old daughter in the tub couldn’t follow

My argument, and thus his philosophical critique

Was splattered out into the world—nothing ever so hollow:

Except the profound professor who, sleeping under a rick,

Sent in his review on somebody else’s book

Which he also didn’t like. In dreams I grabbed their throat.

But now nearly a century later, it is the swish-swish

Of these miniscule invaders I would like to wish

   A hearty future in the heaven of intellectuals—

   Better than the empty hell of ineffectuals.

 

 

Without Rhyme or Reason, a Sonnet

It was the fairies that he wrote of, dreamed

about, believed in, though they were

mere sounds in his head—it all seemed

Like a vision inside a vision. More blur

than distinction of wishes, these shades

in the misty atmosphere,  hallu-

cinations, dizzy spells, and blades

of powerful agency, that cut in two

the regions of his brain. The link

between reality and imagination

was broken, and there on the brink

of an enormous abyss, the sun

exploded into blinding fear and deaf-

ening silence: and swept him, like a leaf,

into the misery of a hopeless self.

 

 

 

 

To the Magpie in our Garden

Handsome you are, you imposing creature,

Black speckled feathers, coal-black face,

Down you came from the Tui’s tree, cock-sure

Of yourself and larger than sparrows and doves: I chase

You off with a sharp bow-wow, and off you go,

Dignity deflated, back to your mate and your brood.

This restaurant is not for you. Though the cats show

They will not spring or lurk, and turn you into food,

This yard is never safe for the likes of you,

For I am here, protean and ironic, with seeds

And crumbs for all the other feathery tribe. So true

To my duty, with my noxious barking, your needs

Are not my concern. Go down the road across the river

And find some other nests to pillage—and come back never!