Hitler and the Third Reich: From Teetotaller to Junkie
What are the images we have of the German army from WWII? Manic Blitzkrieg attacks rolling over neighboring countries. For awhile the whole world thought they were just simply a superior fighting force, as Hitler claimed. The element was surprise—shock and awe—and a kind of audacity. And what images do we have of the war-time Hitler? Ranting, raging, increasingly out of control, a dictator and a despot, possibly insanely evil. But how is it these two sets of images are connected? Novelist Ohler in a sense researched the answer to this question, but instead of writing a novel about it, as he had originally intended, he writes a non-fiction account of The Third Reich as both accomplishing astonishing military achievements and spectacularly crashing to defeat, fueled by. . . drugs.
Particuarly the drug Pervitin, which was distributed nation-wide for the purpose of manically ramping up production, 24/7, and particularly for the military, that needed to march at breakneck pace trampling Belgium and France and Poland and many others on little or no sleep. Pervitin, essentially a version of the crystal meth that Breaking Bad’s Walter was cooking up, both energized and finally enervated Hitler and many in an entire country, though this drug was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to Der Fuhrer, apparently, as in his later years he was being injected sometimes multiple times a day with a fairly crippling dose of more than 80 substances, many of them mind-altering.
History books sometimes barely acknowledge Hitler’s increasing dependence on drugs, and it’s essentially been somewhat of a footnote, as ideology trumps pharmacology, and reasonably so, I think. Mein Kampf alone makes it clear what his murderous and twisted intentions are. And of course without claiming ideology is irrelevant to the process, Ohler’s claim is that drugs were an important part of the cocktail that first emboldened and enlivened Germany’s war effort, and then poisoned Germany (as it “poisoned” the world) mid-last century.
Blitzed has a best seller title (like Mary Roach ‘s Gulp, Or Bonk) (he credits Michael Stipe of REM for the title!) and it has some occasionally sensationalized and purple prose, (“Remorselessly the needle penetrated his skin, the plunger was pulled back, the stuff shot into his veins, and he escaped again into self-delusion.”), so I'll admit that aspect of it seems sometimes troubling, and it sometimes feels like a cross between novel and scholarship (as do many popular history books), but on the whole he is mightily persuasive, and has the sources to back him up in his sensational claim.
The focus of the story is actually Otto Morel, Hitler’s personal physician, who increasingly attended even top-secret meetings in case The Boss needed a boost right then and there. Ironically, Hitler was known as a tee-totaller, a vegetarian, the very image of German purity, demanding the same of “his” people. But Hitler made possible the addiction to Pervitin of his fighting army, and increasingly Hitler and his high command also became addicted and disabled.
We get a good look at Hitler’s rampant drug use, and his typically 3 hour a night sleep schedule, and increasingly manic bunker isolation, losing energy and his mind, and eventual physical collapse, but Morel was there as his main Man, his hook-up, the very person who both kept him alive and nearly killed him. That Hitler would fail to fully understand the effects of the toxic stew he was ingesting is amazing. That it influenced his military and political judgement is undeniable. Hitler, shot up by Morel with a stew of vitamins and hormones and drugs, needing an even greater boost, eventually got hooked on Eukodal, whose active ingredient is an opiod called Oxycodon, synthesized from the raw material of opium. As with any addiction, it feeds you and feeds on you in the process of addiction and self-destruction.
In the process of detailing the decline it sometimes gets tiresome, but it iis peppered with numerous anecdotes taken from the medical diary of Morel and other umpublished sources. Some of them are sensational, too: Leni Reifenstahl given morphine enemas by the good doctor Morel, Morel also helping to addict Hitler’s young lover Eva Braun, hiding the physical effects (On Hitler) of the young Eva Braun’s violent sexual practices, and so on.
But Blitzed makes clear that between autumn 1941 until the end, Hitler did not enjoy a sober day, all the time insisting in his arrogance that he be the Supreme Commander of the Army. The drugs, Ohler insists, do not diminish Hitler’s guilt; his objectives and maniacal commitment to genocide and world domination, his complete self-absorption, all were present from the first and just solidified through the drugs.
The manic search for a miracle drug to help the army with a push to The Final Victory in a time when it was clear they were inevitably defeated, came to DIX, a combination of Pervitin (crystal meth), cocaine and Eukodal, but by then it was too late to count on a pharmacological final solution, if ever it was even possible. Some of the drugs were tested on concentration camp inmates. Nazi medical experiments and drug trials, known to me, are well documented.
Fascinating and compelling research story from Ohler, a best-seller in Germany, and possibly at some point here. I know I'll never see this period of history in the same way.