“But the tyranny forces him to keep going, the same as always, the same as since 1933. That is, in effect, the terrible tragedy of the German people: they can’t muster the strength or see their way to freeing themselves from the rule of evil.”-A Danish journalist in Germany, 1945
“From tsunami to genocide, often all that survives of a human disaster in social memory is the number of deaths. If an event is large-scale and tragic enough, it will progress from news to history; the apparent objectivity of the death toll allows it to act as an official confirmation of the catastrophe. If, on the other hand, there is no verifiable figure, because it can’t be established or doesn’t arouse enough interest, the event fails to capture the public’s attention and doesn’t pass into collective memory.”
In the face of the worst horrors, the most unimaginable circumstances, what force keeps man wanting to wake up to the another day?
As the war reached its death throes in late April 1945, many ordinary Germans were unable to answer that question and chose instead to end their lives by their own hands. What followed were a wave of suicides that the author describes as unprecedented in modern history. In small towns and large cities, Germans shot, poisoned, drowned, and hanged themselves and their loved ones rather than face the brutal vengeance that was sure to come at the hands of the advancing Russian troops.
These suicides transcended class, age and gender. They occurred over all swaths of German society:
“People went to their deaths in droves: young men and women, staid married couples, people in the prime of life, the retired and the elderly. Many took their children with them: infants and toddlers, schoolchildren and adolescents. The victims could not be easily categorized. Hundreds were refugees from Pomerania, East and West Prussia and elsewhere, but there were also hundreds from Demmin and the surrounding area. Blue- and white-collar workers died, clerks and tradesmen, doctors and pharmacists, housewives and war widows, shopkeepers and policemen, managers and accountants, pensioners and teachers. Among the dead were a butcher, a carpenter, a cartwright, a charwoman, a tax clerk, a mechanic, a manager, a chef, a hotelier, a joiner, a chemist, a postman, a post office assistant, a retired postal inspector, a well-digger, a turner, a dentist, a seamstress, a tax inspector, a cattle dealer, a midwife, a retired customs clerk, a notary, a forester, a road-mender, a prison warden, a farmer, a smith, a former headmaster, a paver, a barber and a mayor.”
Reading their stories directly from their own words (there are a remarkable number of diaries from the period), I struggled to wrap my head around the scope of the misery. How could this happen? Such death on such a large scale couldn’t simply be fear of the Russians, as terrifying as they were, could it?
The author argues that while the fear of a Russian army looking for revenge (the Germans when invading Russia were particularly brutal in raping and exterminating whole villages) was a major factor, just as important was the loss of identity. It is perhaps difficult for us to imagine but doom 1933-1945, Hitler was the center of the German universe. Every home, every social club, every school, provided a relentless reinforcing of the idea of Hitler as savior. When that was gone, it is difficult to quantify how disorienting that must have been for people. The idea of continuing life in the postwar most likely never even occurred as a possibility for many:
“The Germans incomprehensibly long resistance was not only a result of the regime’s coercive terror and propaganda. They were also driven by a fear of the void and by the loss of a sense of purpose in life. They wanted to postpone the inevitable…After twelve years imbibing Nazi ideology, those who had believed in it, identifying as part of the national community and subscribing to its moral and social norms, faced not just a collective loss of meaning but the threat of personal disintegration. The emptiness they felt was palpable.”
It was this sense of loss that perhaps made it difficult for those Germans that chose to live to acknowledge what had happened. Rather than come to terms with what they had actively or passively supported, many Germans looking around at the destruction of their country, considered themselves the victims Some instead never spoke of the years between 1933-1945 at all. It was as if they never happened or “year zero” as some referred to it. It wouldn’t be until the 1980’s that Germany would begin to fully reckon with its past and yet the suicides remain a topic that is rarely discussed.
As such, this book provides am exceedingly powerful first step to a better understanding of that time. We know of the pain of those years in abstract terms. X number killed in this battle. X number killed in this bombing raid. But to understand the mass suicide of ordinary Germans is to understand the heart of war and its greatest tragedy.