Every morning, the words “Beth Hamishpath” (“The House of Justice”), shouted by the court usher at the top of his voice, make us jump to our feet as they announce the arrival of the three judges, who, bare-headed and in black robes, walk into the courtroom from a side entrance to take their seats on the highest tier of the raised platform at the front of the long hall. They sit at a long table, which is eventually to be covered with innumerable books and more than fifteen hundred documents. Immediately below the judges are the translators, whose services are needed for direct exchanges between the defendant or his counsel and the court; otherwise, Adolf Eichmann, the German-speaking accused party, like all the other foreigners in the courtroom, follows the Hebrew proceedings through the simultaneous radio transmission, which is excellent in French, bearable in English, and sheer comedy—frequently incomprehensible—in German. (In view of the scrupulous fairness of all the technical arrangements for the trial, it is among the minor mysteries of the new State of Israel that, with its high percentage of German-born people, it was unable to find an adequate translator into the only language the accused and his counsel could understand. The old prejudice against German Jews, once very pronounced in Israel, is no longer strong enough to account for it.) One tier below the translators are the glass booth of the accused and the witness box, facing each other. Finally, on the bottom tier, with their backs to the spectators, are the prosecutor, Attorney General Gideon Hausner, with his staff of four assistant attorneys, and Dr. Robert Servatius, counsel for the defense—a lawyer from Cologne, chosen by Eichmann and paid by the Israeli government (just as at the Nuremberg Trials all attorneys for the accused were paid by the tribunal of the victorious powers), who during the first weeks is accompanied by an assistant. Whoever planned this auditorium in the newly built House of the People, Beth Ha’am—now guarded from roof to cellar by heavily armed police, and surrounded by high fences, as well as by a wooden row of barracks in the front courtyard, in which all comers are expertly frisked—obviously had a theatre in mind, complete with orchestra and balcony, with proscenium and stage, and with side doors for the actors’ entrances.
At no time, however, is there anything theatrical in the conduct of the judges—Moshe Landau, the presiding judge, Judge Benjamin Halevi, and Judge Yitzhak Raveh. Their walk is unstudied; their sober and intense attention, visibly stiffening under the impact of grief as they listen to the tales of suffering, is natural; their impatience with the prosecutor’s attempt to drag out the hearings is spontaneous and refreshing; their attitude toward the defense is perhaps a shade over-polite, as though they had it always in mind that, to quote the judgment they handed down, “Dr. Servatius stood almost alone in this strenuous legal battle, in an unfamiliar environment;” their manner toward the accused is always beyond reproach. They are so evidently three good and honest men that one is not surprised to see that none of them yields to the greatest of all the temptations to play-act in this setting—that of pretending that they, all three born and educated in Germany, must wait for the Hebrew translation of anything said in German. Judge Landau hardly ever waits to give his answer until the translator has done his work, and he frequently interrupts the translation to correct and improve it, appearing grateful for this bit of distraction from the grim business at hand. In time, during the cross-examination of the accused, he even leads his colleagues to use their German mother tongue in the dialogue with Eichmann—a proof, if proof were still needed, of his remarkable independence of current public opinion in Israel.
There is no doubt from the very beginning that it is Judge Landau who sets the tone, and that he is doing his best—his very best—to prevent this trial from becoming a “show” trial under the direction of the prosecutor, whose love of showmanship is unmistakable. Among the reasons he cannot always succeed is the simple fact that the proceedings happen on a stage before an audience, with the usher’s marvellous shout at the beginning of each session producing the effect of a rising curtain. Clearly, this courtroom is well suited to the show trial that David Ben-Gurion, Prime Minister of Israel, had in mind when he decided to have Eichmann kidnapped in Argentina and brought to the District Court of Jerusalem to answer the charge that he had played a principal role in “the Final Solution of the Jewish question,” as the Nazis called their plan to exterminate the Jews. And Ben-Gurion, who has rightly been given the title of “architect of the state,” is the invisible stage manager of the proceedings. He does not attend a single one of the sessions; in the courtroom, he speaks with the voice of his Attorney General, who, representing the government, does his best—his very best—to obey his master. And if his best often turns out not to be good enough, the reason is that the trial is presided over by someone who serves Justice as faithfully as Mr. Hausner serves the State of Israel. Justice demands that the accused be prosecuted, defended, and judged, and that all the other questions, though they may seem to be of greater import—of “How could it happen?” and “Why did it happen?,” of “Why the Jews?” and “Why the Germans?,” of “What was the role of other nations?” and “What was the extent to which the Allies shared the responsibility?,” of “How could the Jews, through their own leaders, coöperate in their own destruction?” and “Why did they go to their death like lambs to the slaughter?”—be left in abeyance. Justice insists on the importance of Adolf Eichmann, the man in the glass booth built for his protection: medium-sized, slender, middle-aged, with receding hair, ill-fitting teeth, and nearsighted eyes, who throughout the trial keeps craning his scraggy neck toward the bench (not once does he turn to face the audience), and who desperately tries to maintain his self-control—and mostly succeeds, despite a nervous tic, to which his mouth must have become subject long before this trial started. On trial are his deeds, not the sufferings of the Jews, not the German people or mankind, not even anti-Semitism and racism.
And Justice turns out to be a much sterner master than the Prime Minister. The latter’s rule, as Mr. Hausner is not slow in demonstrating, is permissive; it permits the prosecutor to give press conferences and interviews for television during the trial (the American program, sponsored by the Glickman Corporation, is constantly interrupted—business as usual—by real-estate advertising), and even “spontaneous” outbursts to reporters in the court building (he is sick of cross-examining Eichmann, who answers all questions with lies); it permits frequent side glances into the audience, and the theatrics characteristic of a conspicuous vanity, which finally achieves its triumph in the White House with a compliment on “a job well done” by the President of the United States. Justice does not permit anything of the sort; it demands seclusion, it requires sorrow rather than anger, and it prescribes the most careful abstention from all the nice pleasures of putting oneself in the limelight.
Yet no matter how consistently the judges shun the limelight, there they are, seated at the top of the platform, facing the audience as from a stage. The audience is supposed to represent the whole world, and in the first few weeks it indeed consisted chiefly of newspapermen and magazine writers who had flocked to Jerusalem from the four corners of the earth. They were to watch a spectacle as sensational as the Nuremberg Trials; only this time, Mr. Hausner noted, “the tragedy of Jewry as a whole was the central concern.” In fact, said Hausner, “if we charge him [Eichmann] also with crimes against non-Jews . . . this is” not because he committed them but, surprisingly, “because we make no ethnic distinctions.” That was certainly a remarkable sentence for a prosecutor to utter in his opening speech; it proved to be the key sentence in the case for the prosecution. For this case was built on what the Jews had suffered, not on what Eichmann had done. And, according to Mr. Hausner, that amounted to the same thing, because “there was only one man who had been concerned almost entirely with the Jews, whose business had been their destruction, whose role in the establishment of the iniquitous regime had been limited to them. That was Adolf Eichmann.” Was it not logical to bring before the court all the facts of Jewish suffering (which, of course, were never in dispute) and then look for evidence that, in one way or another, would connect Eichmann with what had happened? The Nuremberg Trials, where the defendants had been “indicted for crimes against members of many and various nations,” had left the Jewish tragedy out of account, Hausner said, for the simple reason that Eichmann had not been there. Did Hausner really believe the Nuremberg Trials would have paid greater attention to the fate of the Jews if Eichmann had been in the dock? Hardly. Like almost everybody else in Israel, he believed that only a Jewish court could render justice to Jews, and that it was the business of Jews to sit in judgment on their enemies.
If the audience was to be the world and the play was to be the huge panorama of Jewish suffering, the reality was falling short of expectations and failing to accomplish its purpose. The journalists remained faithful for no more than two weeks, and then the audience changed drastically. It was now supposed to consist of Israelis, and, specifically, of those who were too young to know the story or, as in the case of Oriental Jews, had never been told it. The trial was supposed to show them what it meant to live among non-Jews, to convince them that only in Israel could a Jew be safe and live an honorable life. (For correspondents, the lesson was spelled out in a little booklet on Israel’s legal system, which was handed to the press. Its author, Doris Lankin, cites a decision of Israel’s Supreme Court whereby two fathers who had “abducted their children and brought them to Israel” were directed to send them back to their mothers, living abroad, who had a legal right to their custody. This, says the author—no less proud of such strict legality than Hausner of his willingness to prosecute a murder charge even when the victims of the murder were non-Jews—“despite the fact that to send the children back to maternal custody and care would be committing them to waging an unequal struggle against the hostile elements in the Diaspora.”) But in actuality there were hardly any young people in the audience, and it did not consist of Israelis, as distinguished from Jews. It was filled with “survivors”—middle-aged and elderly people, immigrants from Europe, like myself—who knew by heart all that there was to know, and who were in no mood to learn any lessons and certainly did not need this trial to draw their own conclusions. As witness followed witness and horror was piled upon horror, they sat there and listened in public to stories they would hardly have been able to endure in private, when they would have had to face the storyteller. And the more “the calamity [in Hausner’s words] of the Jewish people in this generation” unfolded, and the more grandiose Hausner’s rhetoric became, the paler and more ghostlike became the figure in the glass booth, and no finger-wagging (“And there sits the monster responsible for all this”) could summon him back to life.
It was precisely the play aspect of the trial that collapsed under the weight of the hair-raising atrocities. A trial resembles a play in that both focus on the doer, not on the victim. A show trial, to be effective, needs even more urgently than an ordinary trial a limited and well-defined outline of what the doer did, and how. In the center of a trial can only be the one who did—in this respect, he is like the hero in the play—and if he suffers, he must suffer for what he has done, not for what he has caused others to suffer. No one knew this better than the presiding judge, before whose eyes the trial began to deteriorate into a bloody spectacle, or, as the judgment called it, “a rudderless ship tossed about by the waves.” But if his efforts to prevent this were often defeated, the defeat was, strangely, in part the fault of the defense, which hardly ever rose to challenge any testimony, no matter how irrelevant or immaterial it might be. Dr. Servatius (as everybody invariably addressed him) was a bit bolder when it came to the submission of documents, and the most impressive of his rare interventions occurred when the prosecution introduced as evidence the diaries of Hans Frank, wartime Governor General of Poland and one of the major war criminals hanged at Nuremberg. “I have only one question,” Dr. Servatius said. “Is the name Adolf Eichmann, the name of the accused, mentioned in those twenty-nine volumes [in fact, it was thirty-eight]? . . . The name Adolf Eichmann is not mentioned in all those twenty-nine volumes. . . . Thank you, no more questions.”
Thus, the trial never became a play, but the show that Ben-Gurion had had in mind did take place—or, rather, the “lessons” he thought should be offered to Israelis and Arabs, to Jews and Gentiles; that is, to the whole world. These lessons to be drawn from an identical show were meant to be different for the different recipients. Ben-Gurion had outlined them before the trial started, in a number of articles that were designed to explain why Israel had kidnapped the accused. There was the lesson to the non-Jewish world: “I want to establish before the nations of the world how millions of people, because they happened to be Jews, and one million babies, because they happened to be Jewish babies, were murdered by the Nazis.” Or, in the words of Davar,the organ of Ben-Gurion’s Mapai party: “Let world opinion know this, that not Nazi Germany alone was responsible for the destruction of six million Jews of Europe.” Hence, again in Ben-Gurion’s own words, “We want the nations of the world to know . . . and they should be ashamed.” The Jews in the Diaspora were to remember how “four-thousand-year-old Judaism, with its spiritual creations, its ethical strivings, its Messianic aspirations, had always faced a hostile world,” how the Jews had degenerated until they went to their death like sheep, and how only the establishment of a Jewish state had enabled Jews to hit back, as Israelis had done in the War of Independence, in the Suez adventure, and in the almost daily incidents on Israel’s unhappy borders. And if the Jews outside Israel had to be shown the difference between Israeli heroism and Jewish submissive meekness, there was a complementary lesson for the Israelis; for “the generation of Israelis who have grown up since the holocaust” were in danger of losing their ties with the Jewish people and, by implication, with their own history. “It is necessary that our youth remember what happened to the Jewish people. We want them to know the most tragic facts in our history.” Finally, one of the motives in bringing Eichmann to trial was “to ferret out other Nazis—for example, the connection between the Nazis and some Arab rulers.”
If these had been the only justifications for bringing Adolf Eichmann to the District Court of Jerusalem, the trial would have been a failure on most counts. In some respects, the lessons were superfluous, and in others they were positively misleading. Thanks to Hitler, anti-Semitism has been discredited, perhaps not forever but certainly for the time being, and this is not because the Jews have become more popular all of a sudden but because not only Ben-Gurion but most people have “realized that in our day the gas chamber and the soap factory are what anti-Semitism may lead to.” Equally superfluous was the lesson to the Jews in the Diaspora, who hardly needed a great catastrophe in which a third of their people perished to be convinced of the world’s hostility. Not only has their conviction of the eternal and ubiquitous nature of anti-Semitism been the most potent ideological factor in the Zionist involvement since the Dreyfus Affair; it must also have been the cause of the otherwise inexplicable readiness of the German-Jewish community to negotiate with the Nazi authorities during the early stages of the regime. This conviction produced a fatal inability to distinguish between friend and foe; the German Jews underestimated their enemies because they somehow thought that all Gentiles were alike.
The contrast between Israeli heroism and the submissive meekness with which Jews went to their death—arriving on time at the transportation points, walking under their own power to the places of execution, digging their own graves, undressing and making neat piles of their clothing, and lying down side by side to be shot—seemed a telling point, and the prosecutor, asking witness after witness, “Why did you not protest?,” “Why did you board the train?,” “Fifteen thousand people were standing there and hundreds of guards facing you—why didn’t you revolt and charge and attack these guards?,” harped on it for all it was worth. But the sad truth of the matter is that the point was ill taken, for no non-Jewish group or non-Jewish people had behaved differently. Sixteen years ago, while still under the direct impact of the events, a former French inmate of Buchenwald, David Rousset, described, in “Les Jours de Notre Mort,” the logic that obtained in all concentration camps: “The triumph of the S.S. demands that the tortured victim allow himself to be led to the noose without protesting, that he renounce and abandon himself to the point of ceasing to affirm his identity. And it is not for nothing. It is not gratuitously, out of sheer sadism, that the S.S. men desire his defeat. They know that the system which succeeds in destroying its victim before he mounts the scaffold . . . is incomparably the best for keeping a whole people in slavery. In submission. Nothing is more terrible than these processions of human beings going like dummies to their death.” The court received no answer to this cruel and silly question, but one could easily have found an answer had he permitted his imagination to dwell for a few minutes on the fate of those Dutch Jews who in 1941, in the old Jewish quarter of Amsterdam, dared to attack a German security police detachment. Four hundred and thirty Jews were arrested in reprisal, and they were literally tortured to death, being sent first to Buchenwald and then to the Austrian camp of Mauthausen. Month after month, they died a thousand deaths, and every single one of them would have envied his brethren in Auschwitz had he known about them. There exist many things considerably worse than death, and the S.S. saw to it that none of them was ever very far from the mind and imagination of their victims. In this respect, perhaps even more significantly than in others, the deliberate attempt in Jerusalem to tell only the Jewish side of the story distorted the truth, even the Jewish truth. The glory of the uprising in the Warsaw ghetto and the heroism of the few others who fought back lay precisely in their having refused the comparatively easy death that the Nazis offered them—before the firing squad or in the gas chamber. And the witnesses in Jerusalem who testified to resistance and rebellion, to “the small place the uprising had in this history of the holocaust,” confirmed the known fact that only the very young had been capable of taking the “decision that we cannot go and be slaughtered like sheep.”
Despite the intentions of Ben-Gurion and the efforts of the prosecution, there remained an individual in the dock, a person of flesh and blood, and even if Ben-Gurion, as he claimed, did not “care what verdict is delivered against Eichmann,” it was undeniably the sole task of the Jerusalem court to deliver one.
Otto Adolf, son of Karl Adolf Eichmann and Maria née Schefferling, caught in a suburb of Buenos Aires on the evening of May 11, 1960, flown to Israel nine days later, brought to trial in the District Court of Jerusalem on April 1, 1961, stood accused on fifteen counts; “together with others,” he had committed crimes against the Jewish people, crimes against humanity, and war crimes during the whole period of the Nazi regime and especially during the period of the Second World War. The Israeli Nazis and Nazi Collaborators (Punishment) Law of 1950, under which he was tried, provides that “a person who has committed one of the . . . [three] offenses . . . is liable to the death penalty.” To each count Eichmann pleaded, “In the sense of the indictment, not guilty.” In which sense, then, did he think he was guilty? During the long cross-examination of the accused—Eichmann asserted that it was “the longest ever known”—neither the defense nor the prosecution nor any of the three judges ever bothered to ask him this obvious question. Dr. Servatius answered the question in a press interview—“Eichmann feels guilty before God, not before the law”—but this answer was never confirmed by the accused himself. The defense would apparently have preferred him to plead not guilty on other grounds: that under the Nazi legal system he had not done anything wrong; that the deeds he was accused of were not crimes but “acts of state,” over which no other state has jurisdiction (par in parem imperium non habet); that it had been his duty to obey; and that, in Dr. Servatius’ words, he had committed acts “for which you are decorated if you win and go to the gallows if you lose.” In Germany (at a meeting of the Catholic Academy in Bavaria that was devoted to “the ticklish problem” of “the possibilities and limits of coping with historical and political guilt through criminal proceedings”), Dr. Servatius went a step further, and declared that “the only legitimate criminal problem of the Eichmann trial lies in pronouncing judgment against his Israeli captors, which so far has not been done”—a statement, incidentally, that is somewhat difficult to reconcile with certain of his most often repeated and most widely publicized utterances in Israel, in which he called the conduct of the trial “a great spiritual achievement” and compared it favorably with the Nuremberg Trials.
Eichmann’s own attitude, it appeared, was different. First of all, the indictment for murder was wrong: “But I had nothing to do with the killing of the Jews. I never killed a Jew, or, for that matter, I never killed a non-Jew—I never killed any human being. I never gave an order to kill a Jew nor an order to kill a non-Jew; I just did not do it.” Or, as he was later to qualify this statement, “It so happened . . . that I had not once to do it”—for he said explicitly that he would have killed his own father if he had received an order to that effect. Thus, he repeated over and over a statement that he had first made in the so-called Sassen documents—an interview that he had given in 1955 in Argentina to the Dutch journalist Willem S. Sassen, a former S.S. man who was also a fugitive from justice, and that, after Eichmann’s capture, was published, in part, by Life in this country and by Der Stern in West Germany. He said that he could be accused only of “aiding and abetting” the almost successful annihilation of the Jews, and in Jerusalem he declared this annihilation to have been “one of the greatest crimes in the history of humanity.” The defense paid no attention to Eichmann’s own theory, but the prosecution wasted much time on an unsuccessful effort to prove that Eichmann had once, at least, killed with his own hands (he was supposed to have beaten to death a Jewish boy in Hungary). It spent more time, more successfully, on a note that Franz Rademacher, the Jewish expert in the German Foreign Office, had scribbled on a document dealing with Yugoslavia, made during a telephone conversation, which read, “Eichmann proposes shooting.” This turned out to be the only “order to kill,” if that is what it was, for which there existed a shred of evidence.
The evidence that he had “proposed shooting” was more questionable than it appeared to be during the trial, when the judges accepted the prosecutor’s version as against Eichmann’s categorical denial that he had ever killed or given an order to kill—a denial that was very ineffective, since it involved an implication that he had forgotten, as Dr. Servatius put it, “a brief incident [the killing of a mere eight thousand people], which was not so striking.” The incident took place in the autumn of 1941. The German Army had occupied the Serbian part of Yugoslavia six months earlier, and had been plagued by partisan warfare ever since. At length, the military authorities had decided to solve two problems at a stroke by shooting a hundred Jews and Gypsies as hostages for every dead German soldier. To be sure, neither Jews nor Gypsies were partisans, but, in the words of the responsible civilian officer in the military government, a certain StaatsratHarald Turner, “the Jews we had in the camps [anyhow]; after all, they too are Serb nationals, and besides, they have to disappear.” The camps had been set up by General Franz Böhme, military governor of the region, and housed Jewish males only; neither General Böhme nor Staatsrat Turner had sought Eichmann’s approval before starting to shoot Jews—or Gypsies, for that matter—by the thousand. The trouble began when Böhme, without consulting the appropriate police and S.S. authorities, decided to deport all his Jews, probably in order to show that no special troops, under a different command, were required to make Serbia judenrein. Eichmann was informed, since it was a matter of deportation, and this was precisely his job. He refused to coöperate, because it interfered with other plans of the S.S. outfit to which he belonged, the Head Office for Reich Security, or R.S.H.A. (the Reichssicherheitshauptamt), but it was not Eichmann, it was a man named Martin Luther, of the Foreign Office, who reminded General Böhme that “in other territories [meaning Russia] other military commanders have taken care of considerably greater numbers of Jews without even mentioning it.” In any event, if Eichmann actually did “propose shooting,” he was only telling the military that they should go on doing what they had been doing all along, implying that questions of hostages were entirely in their own competence. This was an Army affair, obviously, since only males were involved. (In Serbia, the implementation of the Final Solution started about six months later, when women and children were rounded up and disposed of in mobile gas vans.) During cross-examination, Eichmann, characteristically, chose the most complicated and least likely explanation: Rademacher had needed the support of the Head Office for Reich Security for his own stand on the matter, and had therefore forged the document. Rademacher himself explained the incident much more reasonably at his own trial, before a West German court in 1952: “The Army was responsible for order in Serbia and had to kill rebellious Jews by shooting.” (This sounded more plausible but was a lie, for we know—from Nazi sources—that the Jews were not “rebellious.”) If it was difficult to interpret a remark made over the phone as an order, it was more difficult to believe that Eichmann had been in a position to give orders to Army generals
Would Eichmann, then, have pleaded guilty if he had been indicted as an accessory to murder? Perhaps, but with certain important qualifications. What he had done was a crime only in retrospect, and he had always been a law-abiding citizen, because Hitler’s orders, which he had certainly executed to the best of his ability, had possessed “the force of law” in the Third Reich. (The defense could have quoted in support of Eichmann’s thesis the testimony of one of the best-known experts on constitutional law in the Third Reich, Theodor Maunz, who is currently Minister of Education and Culture in Bavaria. In 1943, in “Gestalt und Recht der Polizei,” he stated, “The command of the Führer . . . is absolutely the center of the present legal order.”) Those who today told him that he could have acted differently simply did not know, or had forgotten, how things had been. He did not want to be one of those who now pretended that they “had always been against it,” whereas in fact they had been very eager to do what they were told to do. However, times change, and he, like Professor Maunz, had “arrived at different insights.” What he had done he had done; he did not want to deny it. Rather, he proposed to “hang myself in public as a warning example for all anti-Semites on this earth.” By this he did not mean to say that he regretted anything. “Repentance is for little children.”
Even under considerable pressure from his lawyer, Eichmann did not change this position. During a discussion of the offer Heinrich Himmler had made to Zionist representatives in Hungary, in 1944, to exchange a million Jews for ten thousand trucks, and of Eichmann’s role in this plan, Dr. Servatius asked, “Mr. Witness, in the negotiations with your superiors, did you express any pity for the Jews and did you say there was room to help them?” Eichmann replied, “I am here under oath and must speak the truth. Not out of mercy did I launch this transaction”—which would have been acceptable, except that it was not Eichmann who “launched” it. He then continued, quite truthfully, “The reasons which made me think of this transaction I explained this morning.” They were as follows: Himmler had sent his own man to Budapest to deal with matters of Jewish emigration. (Incidentally, Jewish emigration had become a flourishing business; for enormous amounts of money, Jews could buy their way out. Eichmann, however, did not mention this.) It was the fact that “here matters of emigration were dealt with by a man who did not belong to the police force” that made Eichmann indignant, “because I had to help and to implement deportation, and matters of emigration, where I considered myself an expert, were assigned to a man who was new to the unit. . . . I was fed up. . . . I decided that I had to do something to take matters of emigration into my own hands.”
Throughout the trial, Eichmann tried to clarify, mostly without success, the point in his plea of his being “in the sense of the indictment, not guilty.” The indictment implied not only that he had acted on purpose, which he did not deny, but that he had acted out of base motives and in full knowledge of the criminal nature of his deeds. As for the base motives, he was sure that he was not what he called an innerer Schweinehund—a dirty bastard in the depths of his heart—and as for his conscience, he recalled perfectly well that he would have had a bad conscience only if he had not done what he had been ordered to do—to ship millions of men, women, and children to their death with great zeal and most meticulous care. This last statement, admittedly, was hard to take. Half a dozen psychiatrists had certified Eichmann as “normal.” “More normal, at any rate, than I am after having examined him,” one of them was said to have exclaimed, while another had found that Eichmann’s whole psychological outlook, including his relationship with his wife and children, his mother and father, his brothers and sisters and friends, was “not only normal but most desirable.” And, finally, a minister who paid regular visits to him in prison after the Supreme Court had finished hearing his appeal reassured everybody by declaring that Eichmann was “a man with very positive ideas.” Behind the comedy of the soul experts lay the hard fact that Eichmann’s was obviously no case of moral insanity. (Hausner’s recent revelations—in the Saturday Evening Post—of things he “could not bring out at the trial” have contradicted the information given informally in Jerusalem. Eichmann, we are now told, had been attested to be “a man obsessed with a dangerous and insatiable urge to kill,” “a dangerous, perverted, sadistic personality.” In which case he would have belonged in an insane asylum.) Worse, it was just as obviously no case of insane hatred of Jews, of fanatical anti-Semitism. He “personally” never had anything whatever against Jews; on the contrary, he had plenty of “private reasons” for not being a Jew hater. To be sure, there were fanatic anti-Semites among his closest friends—for instance, Vitez Lászlo Endre, State Secretary in Charge of Political (Jewish) Affairs in the Ministry of the Interior, in Hungary, who was hanged in Budapest in 1946—but this, it appeared, was more or less in the spirit of “some of my best friends are anti-Semites.”
The misfortune started soon enough; it started in school. Eichmann’s father, who was first an accountant for the Tramways & Electricity Co. in Solingen and in 1914 became an official of the same corporation in Linz, in Austria, had five children—four sons and a daughter—of whom only Adolf, the eldest, it seems, was unable to finish high school, or even to graduate from a vocational school for engineering, into which he was put when his incapacity first became manifest. Throughout his life, Eichmann deceived people about his early “misfortunes” by hiding behind certain financial misfortunes of his father’s, which cast no discredit on him. In Israel, however, during his first sessions with a police examiner, Captain Avner Less, who spent approximately thirty-five days with him and produced 3,564 typewritten pages from seventy-six recorder tapes, he was in an ebullient mood, full of enthusiasm for this unique opportunity “to pour forth everything I know” and, by the same token, to advance to the rank of the most coöperative defendant ever. (His enthusiasm was soon dampened, though never quite extinguished, when he was confronted with concrete questions based on irrefutable documents.) The best proof of his initial boundless confidence—obviously wasted on Captain Less—was that for the first time in his life he admitted his early disasters, although he must have been aware of the fact that he thus contradicted several important entries in the records he had supplied to Nazi authorities.
Well, the misfortunes were ordinary. Since he “had not exactly been the most hard-working” pupil—or, one may add, the most gifted—his father had taken him first from high school and then from vocational school, long before graduation. Hence, the profession that appears on all his official documents (construction engineer) had about as much connection with reality as the statement that his birthplace was Palestine and that he was fluent in Hebrew and Yiddish—another outright lie he had liked to tell both to his S.S. comrades and to his Jewish victims. In the same vein, he had always pretended that he was later dismissed from a job as salesman for the Vacuum Oil Company, in Austria, because of membership in the National Socialist Party. The version he confided to Captain Less was less dramatic, but it was probably not the truth, either: He had been fired, he said, because it was a time of unemployment, in which unmarried employees were the first to lose their jobs. (This explanation, which may at first seem plausible, is not really satisfactory, because he lost his job in the spring of 1933, when he had been engaged for two full years to Veronika, or Vera, Liebl, who eventually became his wife. Why had he not married her while he still held a good job? He finally married in March, 1935, probably because bachelors in the S.S., as in the Vacuum Oil Company, were never sure of their jobs and could not be promoted.)
While young Eichmann was wasting his time in school, his father left the Tramways & Electricity Co. and went into business for himself. He bought a small mine, in Salzburg, and put his unpromising youngster to work in it as a mining laborer, but only until he could find a job for him in the sales department of the Upper Austrian Elektrobau Company. Here Eichmann remained for over two years. At the conclusion of that period, he was about twenty-two years old and without any prospects for a career; the only thing he had learned, perhaps, was how to sell. What then happened he himself described as his first break, and, again, we have two rather different versions of it. In a handwritten biographical record that Eichmann submitted in 1939 to win promotion in the S.S., he described it as follows: “I worked during the years of 1925 to 1927 as a salesman for the Upper Austrian Elektrobau Company. I left this position of my own free will, as the Vacuum Oil Company of Vienna offered me the representation for Upper Austria.” The key word here is “offered,” since, according to the story Eichmann told Captain Less in Israel, nobody had offered him anything. His mother had died when he was ten years old, and his father had married again in the same year. A cousin of his stepmother’s—a man he called “uncle”—who was president of the Austrian Automobile Club and was married to the daughter of a Jewish businessman in Czechoslovakia, was acquainted with the general manager of the Austrian Vacuum Oil Company, a Jew named Weiss, and used this connection to get his unfortunate relative a job as travelling salesman. Eichmann was properly grateful; in fact, the Jews in his family were among his “private reasons” for not hating Jews. Even in 1943 or 1944, when the Final Solution was in full swing, he had not forgotten: “The daughter of this marriage, I believe, was half-Jewish according to the Nuremberg Laws. . . . She came to see me in order to obtain my permission for her emigration into Switzerland. Naturally, I granted this request, and the same uncle came also to see me to ask me to intervene for some Viennese Jewish couple. I mention this only to show that I myself had no hatred against Jews, for my whole education through my mother and my father had been strictly Christian, and my mother, because of her Jewish relatives, had different opinions from those current in S.S. circles.” He went to considerable lengths to prove that he had never harbored any ill feelings against his victims, and, what is more, had never made any secret of that fact: “I explained this to Dr. [Josef] Löwenherz [head of the Jewish Community in Vienna] as I explained it to Dr. [Rudolf] Kastner [associate president of the Zionist Organization in Budapest]; I think I told it to everybody, each of my men knew it, they all heard it from me sometime. Even in elementary school, I had a [Jewish] classmate with whom I spent my free time, and he came to our house—a family in Linz by the name of Sebba. The last time we met, we walked together through the streets of Linz, I already with the Party emblem of the N.S.D.A.P. [the Nazi Party] in my buttonhole, and he did not think anything of it.” Had Eichmann been a bit less prim or the police examination less discreet (it did not extend to cross-examination, presumably so that the examiner would be assured of his coöperation), his “lack of prejudice” might have shown itself in another aspect as well. It seems that in Vienna, where he was extraordinarily successful in forcing Jews to leave the country, he had a Jewish mistress, an “old flame” from Linz. Rassenschande—a word that literally means “race-defilement” but that in the Nazi vocabulary simply meant sexual intercourse with Jews—was probably the greatest crime a member of the S.S. could commit; though during the war the raping of Jewish girls became a favorite pastime at the front, it was by no means common for a higher S.S. officer to have an affair with a Jewish woman. Thus, Eichmann’s repeated violent denunciations, in Jerusalem, of Julius Streicher, the insane and obscene editor of Der Stürmer, and Streicher’s pornographic anti-Semitism were perhaps personally motivated, expressive of more than the routine contempt that an “enlightened” S.S. man was supposed to show toward the vulgar passions of lesser Party luminaries
Eichmann spent five and a half years with the Vacuum Oil Company, and they must have been among the happier ones of his life. He was able to make a good living during a time of severe unemployment, and he was still living with his parents, except when he was out on the road. The moment when this idyll came to an end—on Pentecost, 1933—was among the few dates he always remembered. Actually, things had taken a turn for the worse somewhat earlier. At the end of 1932, he was unexpectedly transferred from Linz to Salzburg, very much against his inclinations: “I lost all joy in my work, I no longer liked to sell, to make calls.” From such sudden losses of Arbeitsfreude Eichmann was to suffer throughout his life. The worst of them, he explained to Captain Less, occurred when he was told of the Führer’s order (always officially called, to indicate its preëminence among his orders, the Führer Order) for the “physical extermination of the Jews,” in which he was to play such an important role. This, too, came unexpectedly; he himself had “never thought of such a thing, such a solution through violence,” and he described his reaction in almost the same words: “I lost everything, all joy in my work, all initiative, all interest; I was, so to speak, blown out.” A similar blowing out must have occurred in 1932 in Salzburg, and from his own account it is clear that he cannot have been very much surprised when he was fired, though one need not believe his testimony that he had been “very happy” about his dismissal
In any event, the year 1932 marked a turning point of his life. It was in April of this year that he joined the National Socialist Party and entered the S.S., upon the invitation of Ernst Kaltenbrunner, who was then a young lawyer in Linz and later became chief of the R.S.H.A., in one of whose six (later seven) main sections—Bureau IV, under the command of Heinrich Müller—Eichmann was employed, in charge of subsection B-4. In court, Eichmann gave the impression that he was a typical member of the lower middle classes, and this impression was more than borne out by every sentence he spoke or wrote while he was in prison. This was misleading; he was rather the déclassé son of a solid middle-class family, and it was indicative of his comedown that although his father was a good friend of Kaltenbrunner’s father, who was also a Linz lawyer, the relationship of the two sons was a rather cool one, in which Eichmann was unmistakably treated by Kaltenbrunner as his social inferior. Before Eichmann entered the Party and the S.S., he had proved that he was a joiner, and May 7, 1945, the official date of Germany’s defeat, was significant for him mainly because it then dawned upon him that thenceforward he would have to live without being a member of something or other: “I sensed I would have to live a leaderless and difficult individual life, I would receive no directives from anybody, no orders and commands would any longer be issued to me, no pertinent ordinances would be there to consult—in brief, a life never known before lay ahead of me.” When he was a child, his parents, who were uninterested in politics, had enrolled him in the Young Men’s Christian Association, from which he later went into the German youth movement, the Wandervogel. During his unsuccessful years in high school, he had joined the Jungfrontkämpferverband, the youth section of the German-Austrian organization of war veterans, which, though violently pro-German and anti-republican, was tolerated by the Austrian government. When Kaltenbrunner suggested that he enter the S.S., he was a probationary member—and just on the point of becoming a full-fledged member—of an altogether different outfit, called the Schlaraffia, “an association of businessmen, physicians, actors, civil servants, etc., who came together to cultivate merriment and gaiety and so on,” as he described it, adding, “Each member had to give a lecture from time to time whose tenor was to be humor, refined humor.” Kaltenbrunner explained to Eichmann that he would have to give up this merry society, because as a Nazi he could not be a Freemason—a word that at the time was unknown to Eichmann. The choice between the S.S. and the Schlaraffia (the name derives from Schlaraffenland, the gluttons’ Cloud-Cuckoo-Land of German fairy tales) might have been hard to make, but he was “kicked out” of Schlaraffia anyhow; he had committed a sin that even now, as he told the story in the Israeli prison, made him blush with shame: “Contrary to my upbringing, it happened that I had tried, though I was the youngest, to invite my companions to a glass of wine.”
A leaf in the whirlwind of the time, Eichmann was blown from Schlaraffia, the never-never land of magically set tables and of roast chickens that would fly into your mouth—or, more accurately, he was blown from the company of respectable Philistines with degrees and assured careers and “refined humor,” whose worst vice was probably an irrepressible desire for practical jokes—into the marching columns of the Thousand-Year Reich, which lasted exactly twelve years and three months. At any rate, he did not enter the Party out of conviction, nor did he ever become convinced by it; whenever he was asked to give his reasons, he repeated a set of embarrassed clichés about the Treaty of Versailles and unemployment. Rather, “it was like being swallowed up by the Party against all expectations and without previous decision,” he said in court, adding, “it happened so quickly and suddenly.” He had no time and less desire to be properly informed; he did not even know the Party program, and he had not read (as he never did read) “Mein Kampf.” Kaltenbrunner had said to him, Why not join the S.S.? And he had replied, Why not? That was how it had happened, and that was about all there was to it.
Of course, that was not all there was to it. What Eichmann failed to tell the presiding judge in cross-examination was that he had been an ambitious young man who was fed up with his job as travelling salesman even before the Vacuum Oil Company became fed up with him, and that from a humdrum life without significance or consequence the wind had blown him into History, as he understood it; namely, into a Movement that always kept moving and in which somebody like him—already a failure in the eyes of his social class, in the eyes of his family, and hence in his own eyes as well—could start from scratch and make a career. And if he did not always like what he had to do (for example, dispatching people to their death by the trainload instead of forcing them to emigrate); if he guessed, rather early, that the whole business would come to a bad end, with Germany losing the war; if all his most cherished plans came to nothing (an evacuation of European Jewry to Madagascar, the establishment of a Jewish territory in the Nisko region of Poland, an experiment with carefully built defense installations, around his Berlin office, to repel Russian tanks); and if, to his great “grief and sorrow,” he never advanced beyond the grade of S.S. Obersturmbannführer (a rank equivalent to lieutenant colonel)—in brief, if, with the exception of one year in Vienna, his life was beset with frustrations, he never forgot what the alternative would have been. Not only in Argentina, leading the unhappy existence of a refugee, but also in the courtroom of Jerusalem, with his life as good as forfeited, he might still have expressed a preference—if anybody had asked him—for being hanged as an S.S. Obersturmbannführer a.D. (that is, in retirement) over living out his life quietly and normally as a travelling salesman for the Vacuum Oil Company.
Eichmann’s new career did not start very promisingly. In the spring of 1933, while he was out of a job, the Nazi Party and all its affiliations were suspended in Austria because of Hitler’s rise to power. But even without this new calamity a career in the Austrian Nazi Party would then have been out of the question; those who enlisted in the S.S. went on working at their regular jobs. (Kaltenbrunner was still a partner in his father’s law firm.) Eichmann therefore decided to go to Germany—a decision that was all the more natural because his family had never given up its German citizenship. (This fact was of some relevance to the trial. Dr. Servatius had asked the West German government to demand extradition of the accused and, failing this, to pay the expenses of the defense, and Bonn had refused, on the ground that Eichmann was not a German national—which was not true.) At Passau, on the German border, he was suddenly a travelling salesman again, and when he reported to the local Gauleiter, he asked him eagerly “if he had perhaps some connection with the Bavarian Vacuum Oil Company.” Well, this was one of his not infrequent relapses from one period of his life into another; whenever he was confronted with telltale signs of his unregenerate Nazi outlook—whether in Argentina or in the Jerusalem jail—he excused himself with “There I go again, the old song and dance [die alte Tour].” But the relapse in Passau was quickly cured; he was told that he had better enlist for military training (“All right with me, I thought to myself, why not become a soldier?”), and, having done so, he was sent to two Bavarian S.S. camps, one after the other—in Lechfeld and in Dachau (he had nothing to do with the concentration camp there)—where “the Austrian Legion in exile” received its training. Thus he did become an Austrian after a fashion, despite his German passport. He remained in one or the other of these military camps from the beginning of August, 1933, to the end of September, 1934, a period in which he advanced to the rank of Scharführer (corporal) and had plenty of time to reconsider his willingness to embark upon the career of a soldier. According to his own account, there was only one thing in which he distinguished himself during these fourteen months, and that was punishment drill, which he performed with great obstinacy, in the wrathful spirit of “Serves my father right if my hands freeze. Why doesn’t he buy me gloves?” But apart from this rather dubious pleasure, to which he owed his first promotion, he had a miserable time; “The humdrum of military service, that was something I couldn’t stand, day after day always the same, over and over again the same.” Thus bored to distraction, he heard that the Security Service of the Reichsführer S.S. (the Sicherheitsdienst, or S.D.) had jobs open, and applied for one immediately. His application was approved.
In 1934, the S.D. was a relatively new apparatus in the S.S. It had been founded two years earlier by Heinrich Himmler, to serve as the intelligence service of the Party, and it was now headed by Reinhardt Heydrich, a former Navy Intelligence officer, who was to become, as Gerald Reitlinger, author of “The Final Solution,” put it, “the real engineer of the Final Solution.” Its initial task had been to spy on Party members—an activity giving the S.S. an ascendance over the regular Party apparatus. Then it had taken on some additional duties, becoming the information and research center for the Geheime Staatspolizei (Secret State Police, or Gestapo). This was the first step toward the merger of the S.S. and the police, which was not carried out until September of 1939, though Himmler held the double post of ReichsführerS.S. and Chief of the German Police from 1936 on. Eichmann, of course, could not at that time have known anything of this, but he seems to have known nothing even of the nature of the S.D. when he entered it—a state of affairs that was not really strange, since the operations of the S.D. had always been top-secret. According to what he told Captain Less, he joined the S.D. under a misapprehension. “When the high Party officials drove along,” he said, “there were commando guards with them, men standing on the running boards of the cars. . . . In brief, I had mistaken them [Himmler’s S.D. ] for the Reich Security Service (Reichssicherheitsdienst),which I only much later distinguished from the commando guard (Begleitkommando) with whom I had made this confusion [in the first place], but nobody made this clear to me and no one told me anything.” (The question of whether this was the truth had a certain bearing on the trial, where it had to be decided whether he had volunteered for his position in the S.D. or had been drafted into it.) Furthermore, he testified to having suffered “a great disappointment” in the S.D. His disappointment consisted chiefly in the fact that he was back at the bottom and had to start all over again; his only consolation was that other members of the S.D. had made the same mistake. He was put into the research division, in Berlin, where his first job was to file all information concerning Freemasonry—which in the early Nazi ideological muddle was somehow lumped with Judaism, Catholicism, and Communism—and to help in the establishment of an Anti-Freemasonry Museum. He now had ample opportunity to learn what this strange word meant that Kaltenbrunner had thrown at him in their discussion of the Schlaraffia. (Incidentally, an eagerness to establish museums to be used as propaganda against their enemies was characteristic of the Nazis. During the war, several German bureaus competed bitterly for the honor of establishing anti-Jewish museums and libraries. We owe to this strange craze the preservation of many great cultural treasures of European Jewry.) Unfortunately, things were again very, very boring, so Eichmann was greatly relieved when, after four or five months of Freemasonry, he was put into a brand-new department, concerned with Jews. This was the real beginning of the career that was to end in the Jerusalem court.
It was the year 1935, when Germany, in violation of the Treaty of Versailles, introduced general conscription and publicly announced plans for rearmament, including the building of an air force and a navy. This was also the year when Germany, having left the League of Nations in 1933, prepared, far from secretly, the occupation of the demilitarized zone of the Rhineland. It was the year of Hitler’s peace speeches (“Germany needs peace and desires peace,” “We recognize Poland as the home of a great and nationally conscious people,” “Germany neither intends nor wishes to interfere in the internal affairs of Austria, to annex Austria, or to conclude an Anschluss”), and, above all, it was the year when the Nazi regime won general and genuine recognition both in Germany and abroad, Hitler being admired almost everywhere as a great national statesman. In Germany itself, this was a time of transition. Because of the enormous rearmament program, unemployment had ceased to exist, and the initial resistance of the working class was thereby broken. The aggressions of the regime, which had at first been directed primarily against “anti-Fascists”—Communists, Socialists, left-wing intellectuals, and Jews in prominent positions—had not yet shifted entirely to the persecution of the Jews qua Jews. To be sure, one of the first steps taken by the Nazi government, back in 1933, had been the exclusion of Jews from the civil service (which in Germany included all teaching positions, from grammar school to university, and most branches of the entertainment industry; namely, the theatre, the opera, concerts, and radio) and, in general, their removal from public office, but private business and the legal and medical professions were not touched until 1938, though Jews were no longer permitted to take the state examinations leading to these professions. The emigration of Jews in these years proceeded, on the whole, in an orderly and not unduly accelerated fashion, and the currency restrictions that made it difficult, but not impossible, for Jews to take their money—or, at least, the greater part of it—out of the country were the same for non-Jews; they dated back to the days of the Weimar Republic. There were a certain number of Einzelaktionen—individual actions putting Jews under pressure to sell their businesses and real property at absurdly low prices—but they usually occurred in small towns and, indeed, could be traced to the spontaneous, “individual” initiative of some enterprising Storm Troopers, the so-called S.A. men, or Brown Shirts, who, except for their officer corps, were mainly recruited from the lower classes. The police, it is true, never stopped these “excesses,” but the Nazi authorities were not entirely happy about them, because they affected the value of real estate all over the country. The Jewish emigrants, unless they were political refugees, were mostly young people who realized that there was no future for them in Germany—and since they soon found out that there was hardly any future for them in other European countries either, some of them actually returned during this period. When Eichmann was asked how he had reconciled his personal feelings about Jews with the outspoken and violent anti-Semitism of the Party he had joined, he replied with the proverb “Nothing is as hot when you eat it as when it’s being cooked”—a proverb that was then on the lips of many Jews as well. They lived in a fool’s paradise, in which, for a few years, even Streicher spoke of a “legal solution” of the Jewish problem. It took the organized pogroms of November, 1938—the so-called Kristallnacht, or Night of Broken Glass, when seventy-five hundred Jewish shop-windows were broken, all synagogues went up in flames, and twenty thousand Jewish men were taken off to concentration camps—to expel them from it.
One frequently forgotten point of the matter is that the famous Nuremberg Laws, issued in the fall of 1935, had failed to do the trick. At the trial, the testimony of three witnesses from Germany—former high-ranking officials of the Zionist Organization who left Germany shortly before the outbreak of the war—gave only the barest glimpse into the true state of affairs during the first five years of the Nazi regime. The Nuremberg Laws had deprived the Jews of their political rights but not of their civil rights; they were no longer citizens (Reichsbürger), but they remained members of the German state (Staatsangehörige)—which meant that if they emigrated, they were not automatically stateless. Sexual intercourse between Jews and Germans and the contraction of mixed marriages were forbidden, and no German woman under the age of forty-five could be employed in a Jewish household. Of these provisions, only the last was of practical significance; the others merely legalized a de-facto situation. Hence, it was felt that the Nuremberg Laws stabilized the new situation of Jews in the German Reich. They had been second-class citizens, to put it mildly, since January 30, 1933; their almost complete separation from the rest of the population had been achieved in a matter of weeks, through terror but also through the more than ordinary connivance of those around them. “There was a wall between Gentiles and Jews,” Dr. Benno Cohn, from Berlin, testified at the trial. “I cannot remember speaking to a Christian during all my journeys over Germany.” Now, the Jews felt, having been given laws of their own, they would no longer be outlawed; if they kept to themselves—as they had been forced to do anyhow—they would be able to live unmolested. In the words of the Reichsvertretung of the Jews in Germany (the national association of all communities and organizations, which had been founded in September, 1933, on the initiative of the Berlin Community, and was in no way Nazi-appointed), the intention of the Nuremberg Laws was “to establish a level on which a bearable relationship between the German and the Jewish people [became] possible”—to which, around the same time, a member of the Berlin Community who was a radical Zionist added, “Life is possible under every law. However, in complete ignorance of what is permitted and what is not one cannot live. One can also be a useful and respected citizen as a member of a minority in the midst of a great people.” And since Hitler, in the Röhm purge of the summer of 1934, had broken the power of the S.A., whose brown-shirted Storm Troopers had been almost exclusively responsible for the early pogroms and atrocities, and since the Jews were blissfully unaware of the growing power of the black-shirted S.S., who ordinarily abstained from what Eichmann contemptuously called “the Stürmer methods,” Jews generally believed that a modus vivendi would be possible; in fact, they even offered to coöperate in “the solution of the Jewish question.” In short, when Eichmann entered upon his apprenticeship in Jewish affairs (on which, four years later, he was the recognized “expert”), and made his first contacts with Jewish functionaries, both Zionists and Assimilationists talked in terms of a great “Jewish revival,” a “great constructive movement of German Jewry,” and quarrelled among themselves in ideological terms about the desirability of Jewish emigration, as though this depended upon their own decisions.
Eichmann’s account, during the police examination, of how he was introduced into the new department—an account that was, of course, distorted but not wholly devoid of truth—oddly recalls this fool’s paradise. The first thing that happened was that his new boss, a certain von Mildenstein, who shortly thereafter got himself transferred to Albert Speer’s Organisation Todt, where he was in charge of highway construction (he was what Eichmann pretended to be—an engineer by profession), required him to read Theodor Herzl’s “Der Judenstaat,” the famous Zionist classic, which converted Eichmann immediately and forever to Zionism. From then on, as he repeated over and over, he thought of hardly anything but a “political solution” (as opposed to the later “physical solution,” the first meaning expulsion and the second extermination) and how to “get some firm ground under the feet of the Jews.” To this end, he began spreading the gospel among his S.S. comrades—giving lectures and writing pamphlets. He then acquired a smattering of Hebrew, which enabled him to read, haltingly, a Yiddish newspaper—not a very difficult accomplishment, since Yiddish is basically an old German dialect written in Hebrew letters, and can be understood by any German-speaking person who has mastered a few dozen Hebrew words. He even read one more book, Adolf Böhm’s “The History of Zionism” (during the trial he kept confusing it with Herzl’s “Der Judenstaat”), and this was perhaps a considerable achievement for a man who, by his own account, had always been utterly reluctant to read anything except newspapers, and, to the distress of his father, had never paid any attention to the books in the family library. Following up Böhm, he studied the organizational setup of the Zionist movement—its parties, its youth groups, its different programs. This did not make him an “authority,” but it was enough to earn him an assignment as official spy on the Zionist offices and Zionist meetings. It is worth noting that his schooling in Jewish affairs was almost entirely concerned with Zionism.
Eichmann’s first personal contacts with Jewish functionaries, all of them well-known Zionists of long standing, were thoroughly satisfactory. The reason he became so fascinated by the “Jewish question,” he explained, was his own “idealism;” these Jews, unlike the Assimilationists, whom he always despised, and unlike the Orthodox Jews, who bored him, were “idealists,” like him. An “idealist,” according to Eichmann’s notions, was not simply a man who believed in an “idea” or a man who did not steal or accept bribes, though these qualifications were indispensable. An “idealist” was a man who lived for his idea (hence he could not be a businessman, for example) and who was prepared to sacrifice for his idea everything and, especially, everybody. When he asserted during the police examination that he would have sent his own father to his death if that had been required, he did not mean merely to stress the extent to which he was under orders, and ready to obey them; he also meant to show what an “idealist” he had always been. Of course, the perfect “idealist,” like everybody else, had his personal feelings, but if they came into conflict with his “ideal,” he would never permit them to interfere with his actions.
Eichmann was given his first opportunity to apply in practice what he had learned during his apprenticeship when, after the Anschluss, or incorporation of Austria into the Reich, in March, 1938, he was sent to Vienna to organize a kind of emigration that had thus far been utterly unknown in Germany, where up to the fall of 1938 the fiction was maintained that Jews were permitted to leave the country if they wished but were not forced to do so. Eichmann was made head of what was called the Center for Jewish Emigration, and his task was defined as “forced emigration.” The words meant exactly what they said; all Jews, regardless of their wishes and regardless of their citizenship, were to be forced to emigrate—an act that in ordinary language is called expulsion. Whenever Eichmann thought back to the twelve years that were the core of his life, he declared this year in Vienna to have been its happiest and most successful period. Shortly before he left Berlin, he had been promoted to officer’s rank, becoming an Untersturmführer, or second lieutenant, and he had been recommended for his “comprehensive knowledge of the methods of organization and ideology of the opponent, Jewry.” The job in Vienna was his first important one; his whole career, which had progressed rather slowly, was in the balance. He must have been frantic to make good, and certainly his success was spectacular. In eight months, forty-five thousand Jews left Austria, whereas no more than nineteen thousand Jews left Germany in the same period; in less than eighteen months, Austria was “cleansed” of close to a hundred and fifty thousand people (roughly fifty per cent of its Jewish population), all of whom left the country “legally.” How did Eichmann do it? The basic idea that made all this possible was not his but, almost certainly, was contained in a specific directive from Heydrich, who had sent him to Vienna in the first place. (Eichmann was vague about the question of authorship, though he claimed it by implication; the Israeli authorities, being bound to the fantastic “thesis of the all-inclusive responsibility of Adolf Eichmann,” as an Israeli judge who prepared material for the trial expressed it, and to the even more fantastic supposition that, in the words of another government-appointed researcher, “one [i.e. his] mind was behind it all,” helped him considerably in his efforts to deck himself in borrowed plumes.) The idea, as Heydrich explained it in a conference with Göring on the morning of the Kristallnacht, was simple and ingenious enough. “Through the Jewish Community, we extracted a certain amount of money from the rich Jews who wanted to emigrate,” Heydrich said. “By paying this amount, and an additional sum in foreign currency, they made it possible for a number of poor Jews to leave. The problem was not to make the rich Jews leave but to get rid of the Jewish mob.” Still, there remained enough problems that could be solved only in the course of the operation, and there is no doubt that here Eichmann, for the first time in his life, discovered in himself some special qualities. There were two things he could do well, or better than many other people: he could organize and he could negotiate.
Immediately upon his arrival in Vienna, Eichmann opened negotiations with the representatives of the Jewish Community—whom he had to liberate from prisons and concentration camps for the purpose, since the “revolutionary zeal” in Austria, greatly exceeding the early “excesses” in Germany, had resulted in the imprisonment of practically all prominent Jews. Having undergone such imprisonment, the Jewish functionaries did not need Eichmann to convince them of the desirability of emigration. Rather, their concern was to inform him of the enormous difficulties that lay ahead. Apart from the financial problem—already “solved”—the chief difficulty was the great number of papers every emigrant had to assemble before he could leave the country. Each of the papers was valid only for a limited time, and this meant that the validity of the first had usually expired long before the last could be obtained. Once Eichmann understood how the whole thing worked—or, rather, did not work—he “took counsel with himself,” as he said in Jerusalem, and “gave birth to the idea that I thought would do justice to both parties.” He imagined “an assembly line, at whose beginning the first document is put, and then the other papers, and at its end the passport would have to come out as the end product.” This plan could be realized if all the offices concerned—the Ministry of Finance, the income-tax people, the police, the Jewish Community, and so forth—were housed under the same roof and forced to do their work on the spot, in the presence of the applicant, who would no longer have to run from office to office, and who, presumably, would also be spared some humiliating chicanery and certain expenses for bribes. When everything was ready, the assembly line did its work smoothly and quickly, and Eichmann thereupon “invited” the Jewish functionaries from Berlin to inspect it. They were appalled. “This is like an automatic factory, like a flour mill connected with some bakery,” one of them said. “At one side you put in a Jew who still has some property and, let us assume, a factory, or a shop, or some bank account, and he goes through the whole building from counter to counter, from office to office, and he comes out at the other end without any money, without any rights, with only a passport in which it says: ‘You must leave the country within a fortnight. Otherwise, you will go to a concentration camp!’ ” This, of course, was essentially the truth about the procedure, but it was not the whole truth. Actually, these Jews could not be left “without any money,” for the simple reason that no country at this date would have received them in that condition. They needed, and were given, their Vorzeigegeld—the amount they had to show in order to obtain their visas and to pass the immigration inspection of the recipient country. For this amount, they needed foreign currency, which the Reich had no intention of wasting on its Jews. These needs were not covered by Jewish accounts in foreign countries, which, in any event, were difficult to get at, because they had been illegal for many years. Eichmann therefore sent a number of Jewish functionaries abroad to solicit funds from the great Jewish organizations, and these funds were then sold by the Jewish Community to the prospective emigrants for a considerable profit. One dollar, for instance, was sold for ten or twenty marks when its market value was 4.20 marks. It was chiefly in this way that the Community acquired not only the money necessary for the poor Jews and people without accounts abroad but also the funds it needed for its own, hugely expanded activities. Eichmann had not arranged the deal without encountering considerable opposition from the German financial authorities, who, after all, could not remain unaware of the fact that these transactions amounted to a devaluation of the mark.
Bragging was the vice that was Eichmann’s undoing. It was sheer rodomontade when he told men working under him during the last days of the war, “I will jump into my grave laughing, because the fact that I have the death of five million Jews [or “enemies of the Reich,” as he always claimed to have said] on my conscience gives me extraordinary satisfaction.” He did not jump, and if he had anything on his conscience, it was not murder but, as it turned out, the fact that he once had slapped the face of Dr. Löwenherz, head of the Jewish Community in Vienna, who later became one of his favorite Jews. (He had apologized in front of his staff at the time, but this incident kept bothering him.) The claim that he was responsible for the death of five million Jews—the approximate total of the losses suffered from the combined efforts of all Nazi bureaus and authorities—was preposterous, as he knew very well, but he had kept repeating the damning sentence ad nauseam to everyone who would listen, even long after the war, when he was in Argentina. (Former Consular Official Horst Grell, who had known Eichmann in Hungary and had heard him make the claim there, testified in a court, in Berchtesgaden, in 1961, that in his opinion Eichmann was boasting. That must have been obvious to everyone who heard him utter his absurd claim.) Certainly Eichmann was boasting when he pretended that he had “invented” the ghetto system, or that he “gave birth to the idea” of shipping all European Jews to Madagascar. The Theresienstadt ghetto, in Czechoslovakia, of which Eichmann claimed the “paternity,” was established years after the ghetto system had been introduced into the occupied territories of Eastern Europe, and the setting up of a special ghetto for certain privileged categories—which is what Theresienstadt was—was the “idea” of Heydrich; so, indeed, was the whole Nazi ghetto system. The Madagascar plan seems to have been “born” in the bureaus of the German Foreign Office, and Eichmann’s own contribution to it turned out to owe a good deal to Dr. Löwenherz, whom he had called upon to put down “some basic thoughts” on how some four million Jews might be transported from Europe after the war—presumably to Palestine, since the Madagascar project was top-secret. (Upon being confronted at the trial with the Löwenherz report, Eichmann did not deny that he had enlisted Dr. Löwenherz’s help; it was one of the few moments when he appeared genuinely embarrassed.) What eventually led to his capture in Argentina was his compulsion to talk big, even there—he was, he said at the time, “fed up with being an anonymous wanderer between two worlds”—and the compulsion must have grown considerably stronger as time passed, not only because he had nothing to do that he could consider worth doing but also because the postwar era had bestowed so much unexpected “fame” upon him.
But bragging is a common vice. A more specific, and also a more decisive, flaw in Eichmann’s character was his almost total inability ever to look at anything from the other fellow’s point of view. Nowhere was this flaw more conspicuous than in his account of his good year in Vienna. He and his men and the Jews were all “pulling together,” and whenever there were any difficulties, the Jewish functionaries would come running to him “to unburden their hearts,” to tell him “all their grief and sorrow,” and to ask his help. The Jews “desired” to emigrate, and he, Eichmann, was there to help them, because it happened that at that time the Nazi authorities had expressed a desire to see their Reich judenrein. The two desires coincided, and he, Eichmann, could “do justice to both parties.” At the trial, he never gave an inch when it came to this part of the story, though he agreed that today, when “times have changed so much,” the Jews might not be too happy to recall this “pulling together,” and he said he did not want “to hurt their feelings.”
The German text of the taped police examination, which was conducted by Captain Less between May 29, 1960, and January 17, 1961, and each page of which was corrected and approved by Eichmann, demonstrates that the horrible can sometimes be not only ludicrous but downright funny. Some of the comedy cannot be conveyed in English, because it lies in Eichmann’s heroic fight with the German language, which invariably defeats him. It is funny when he speaks, passim, of “winged words” (“geflügelte Worte,” a German colloquialism for famous quotes from the classics), because he means “stock phrases” (“Redensarten”) or “slogans” (“Schlagworte”). It was both funny and confusing when, during the cross-examination conducted by Judge Landau on the Sassen documents, he used the phrase “kontra geben” (“to give tit for tat”), which is a term used in a card game called skat, to indicate that he had resisted Sassen’s efforts to liven up his stories; Judge Landau, obviously ignorant of the mysteries of card games, did not understand, and Eichmann could not think of any other way to put it. He himself seemed dimly aware of a defect that must have plagued him even in school—it amounted to a mild case of aphasia—for he apologized by saying, “Officialese [Amtssprache] is my only language.” The real point here is that officialese became his language because he was genuinely incapable of uttering a single sentence that was not a cliché. (Was it these clichés that the psychiatrists thought so “normal” and “desirable”? Are these the “positive ideas” a clergyman hopes for in those to whose souls he ministers? Eichmann’s best opportunity to show this positive side of his character in Jerusalem came when the young police officer, in charge of his mental and psychological well-being, handed him “Lolita” for relaxation. After two days Eichmann returned it, visibly indignant; “That is quite an unwholesome book [Das ist aber ein sehr unerfreuliches Buch],” he told his guard.) The judges were right when they finally told the accused that all he had said was “empty talk”—except that they thought the emptiness feigned, and believed that the accused wished to cover up other thoughts, which were not empty but hideous. This supposition seems refuted by the striking consistency with which Eichmann, despite his rather bad memory, constantly repeated, word for word, the same stock phrases and self-invented clichés (when he did succeed in constructing a sentence of his own, he thereupon repeated it until it became a cliché) in referring to every event or incident that was of some importance to him. Whether he wrote his memoirs in Argentina or in Jerusalem, whether he talked to the police examiner or to the court, what he said was always the same, expressed in the same words. The longer one listened to him, the more obvious it became that his inability to speak was closely connected with an inability to think; that is, to think from the standpoint of somebody else. No communication with him was possible, not because he lied but because he was surrounded by the most reliable of all safeguards against the words of others, or even the presence of others, and hence against reality as such. Thus, confronted for eight months with the reality of being examined by a Jewish policeman, Eichmann did not have the slightest hesitation in explaining to him at considerable length, and repeatedly, how he had been unable to attain a higher grade in the S.S., and why this was not his fault. He had done everything; he had even asked to be sent to active military duty. (“Now, off to the front, I said to myself, then the Standartenführer[colonelcy] will come quicker.”) In court, on the contrary, he pretended that he had asked to be transferred because he wanted to escape his murderous duties. He did not insist much on this, though, and, strangely, he was not confronted with his statements to the police examiner, to whom he had said that he had hoped to be nominated for the Einsatzgruppen, the S.S. mobile killing units in the East, because by the time they were officially organized, in March, 1941, his office was “dead;” that is, there was no longer any emigration, and deportations had not yet been started. There was, finally, his greatest ambition—to be promoted to the job of police chief in some German town. Again, nothing doing. What makes these pages of the police examinations so funny is that Eichmann related all this in the tone of someone who was sure to find, as he put it, “normal, human” sympathy for a hard-luck story. “Whatever I prepared and planned, everything went wrong,” he said. “My personal affairs as well as my years-long efforts to obtain land and soil for the Jews came to naught. I don’t know—everything in my life was as if under an evil spell; whatever I planned and whatever I wanted and desired to do, fate prevented it somehow. I was frustrated in everything, no matter what.” When Captain Less asked his opinion on some damning and possibly lying evidence furnished by a former colonel of the S.S., he exclaimed, suddenly stuttering with rage, “I am very much surprised that this man could ever have been S.S. Standartenführer! That surprises me very much indeed. It is altogether, altogether unthinkable. I don’t know what to say.” He never said these things in a spirit of defiance, as though he wanted, even now, to defend the standards by which he had lived in the past. The very word “S.S.” or “career” or “Himmler” (whom he always spoke of by his long official title, Reichsführer S.S. and Chief of the German Police, although he by no means admired him) triggered in him a mechanism that had become completely unalterable. The presence of Captain Less, a Jew from Germany, who was unlikely to think that members of the S.S. advanced in their careers through the exercise of high moral qualities, did not for a moment throw this mechanism out of gear.
Now and then, the comedy breaks into the horror itself, and the result is stories, presumably true enough, whose macabre humor easily surpasses that of any Surrealist invention. Such was the story that Eichmann told during the police examination about the unlucky Commercial Councillor Bertold Storfer, one of the representatives of the Viennese Jewish Community. Eichmann had received a telegram from Rudolf Höss, Commandant of Auschwitz, telling him that Storfer had arrived and had urgently requested to see Eichmann. “I said to myself, O.K., this man has always behaved well; that is worth my while. . . . I’ll go there myself and see what is the matter with him. And I go to Ebner [chief of the Gestapo in Vienna], and Ebner says—I remember it only vaguely—‘Yes,’ he said, ‘if only he had not been so clumsy! He went into hiding and wanted to escape,’ or something of the sort. And the police arrested him and sent him to the concentration camp, and, according to the orders of the Reichsführer [Himmler], no one could get out once he was in. Nothing could be done; neither Dr. Ebner nor I nor anybody else could do anything about it. I went to Auschwitz, looked up Höss, and said: ‘Storfer is here?’ ‘Yes, yes [he replied], he is in one of the labor gangs.’ With Storfer afterward, well, it was normal and human; we had a normal, human encounter. He told me all his grief and sorrow. I said, ‘Well, my dear old friend [Ja, mein Lieber guter Storfer], we certainly got it! What rotten luck!’ And I also said, ‘Look, I really cannot help you, because according to orders of the Reichsführer nobody can get you out. I can’t get you out. Dr. Ebner can’t get you out. I hear you made a mistake, that you went into hiding or wanted to bolt, which, after all, you did not need to do.’ [Eichmann meant that Storfer, as a Jewish functionary, had immunity from deportation.] I forget what his reply to this was. And then I asked him how he was. And he said, yes, he wondered if he couldn’t be let off work; it was heavy work. And then I said to Höss, ‘Work—Storfer won’t have to work!’ Höss said, ‘Everyone works here.’ So I said, ‘O.K. I’ll make out a chit to the effect that Storfer has to keep the gravel paths in order with a broom’—there were little gravel paths there—‘and that he has the right to sit down with his broom on one of the benches.’ I said, ‘Will that be all right, Mr. Storfer? Will that suit you?’ Whereupon he was very pleased, and we shook hands, and then he was given the broom and sat down on the bench. It was a great inner joy to me that I could at least see the man with whom I had worked for so many long years, and that we could speak with each other.” Six weeks after this normal, human encounter, Storfer was dead—not gassed, apparently, but shot.
Is this a textbook case of bad faith combined with outrageous stupidity? Or is it simply the case of the eternally unrepentant criminal (Dostoevski once mentions in his diaries that in Siberia, among scores of murderers, rapists, and burglars, he never met a single man who would admit that he had done wrong)—of the wrongdoer who cannot afford to face reality because his crime has become part and parcel of it? Yet Eichmann’s case is different from the case of the ordinary criminal, who can shield himself effectively against the reality of a non-criminal world only within the narrow limits of his gang. Eichmann needed only to recall the past in order to feel sure that he was not lying and that he was not deceiving himself, for he and the world he lived in had once been in perfect harmony. Eighty million Germans had been shielded against reality and factuality by exactly the same self-deception, lies, and stupidity that had now become ingrained in Eichmann’s nature. These lies changed from year to year, and they frequently contradicted each other; moreover, they were not necessarily the same for the various branches of the Party hierarchy or the people at large. But the practice of self-deception had become so widespread—almost a moral prerequisite for survival—that even now, eighteen years after the collapse of the Nazi regime, when most of the specific content of its lies has been forgotten, it is sometimes difficult not to believe that mendacity has become an integral part of the German national character. During the war, the lie that was most effective with the whole of the German people was the slogan calling the war “the battle of destiny for the German people” (“der Schicksalskampf des deutschen Volkes”). This slogan, which was coined either by Hitler or by Goebbels, made self-deception easier on three counts, for it suggested, first, that the war was no war; second, that it was started by destiny and not by Germany; and, third, that it was a matter of life and death for the Germans, who must annihilate their enemies or be annihilated.
Eichmann’s astounding willingness, both in Argentina and in Jerusalem, to admit his crimes was due less to his own criminal capacity for self-deception than to the aura of systematic mendacity that had constituted the general, and generally accepted, atmosphere of the Third Reich. “Of course” he had played a role in the extermination of the Jews; of course if he “had not transported them, they would not have been delivered to the butcher.” He went on to ask, “What is there to ‘admit’?” Now, he proceeded, he “would like to find peace with [his] former enemies”—a sentiment he shared not only with Himmler (who had expressed it during the last year of the war) and with the Labor Front leader Robert Ley (who, before he committed suicide in Nuremberg, had proposed the establishment of a “conciliation committee” consisting of the Nazis responsible for the massacres and the Jewish survivors) but also, unbelievably, with many ordinary Germans, who were heard to express themselves in exactly the same terms at the end of the war. This outrageous cliché was no longer issued to them from above; it was a self-fabricated stock phrase, as devoid of reality as those clichés by which the people had lived for twelve years.
Eichmann’s mind was filled to the brim with such sentences. His memory proved to he very unreliable about what actually happened. In a rare moment of exasperation, Judge Landau asked the accused, “What can you remember?” (if you don’t remember the discussions at the so-called Wannsee Conference, which dealt with the various methods of killing Jews); the answer, of course, was that Eichmann remembered the turning points in his own career rather well but that they did not necessarily coincide with the turning points in the story of Jewish extermination, or, as a matter of fact, with the turning points in history. (He always had trouble remembering the exact date of the outbreak of the war or of the invasion of Russia.) But the point of the matter is that he had not forgotten a single one of the sentences that at one time or another had served to give him what he repeatedly called a “sense of elation.” Hence, whenever, during the cross-examination, the judges tried to appeal to his conscience, they were met with “elation,” and they were outraged as well as disconcerted when they learned that the accused had at his disposal a different elating cliché for each period of his life and each of his activities. In his mind, there was no contradiction between “I will jump into my grave laughing,” appropriate for the end of the war, and “I am ready to hang myself in public as a warning example for all anti-Semites on this earth,” which now, under vastly different circumstances, fulfilled exactly the same function—that of giving him a lift.
These habits of Eichmann’s created considerable difficulty during the trial—less for Eichmann himself than for those who had come to prosecute him, to defend him, to judge him, or to report on him. For all this, it was essential that one take him seriously, and this was very hard to do, unless one sought the easiest way out of the dilemma between the unspeakable horror of the deeds and the undeniable ludicrousness of the man who perpetrated them, and declared him a clever, calculating liar—which he obviously was not. His own convictions in this matter were far from modest: “One of the few gifts fate bestowed upon me is a capacity for truth insofar as it depends upon myself.” This gift he had claimed even before the prosecutor wanted to ascribe to him crimes he had not committed. In the disorganized, rambling notes he made in Argentina, in preparation for the interview with Sassen, when he was still, as he pointed out at the time, “in full possession of my physical and psychological freedom,” he had issued a fantastic warning to “future historians [to] be objective enough not to stray from the path of truth recorded here”—fantastic because every line of these scribblings shows his utter ignorance of everything that was not directly, technically, bureaucratically connected with his job, and also shows an extraordinarily faulty memory.
Despite all the efforts of the prosecution, everybody could see that this man was not a “monster,” but it was difficult indeed not to suspect that he was a clown. And since this suspicion would have been fatal to the whole enterprise, and was also rather hard to sustain, in view of the sufferings he and his like had caused so many millions of people, his worst clowneries were hardly noticed. What could you do with a man who first declared, with great emphasis, that the one thing he had learned in an ill-spent life was that one should never take an oath (“Today no man, no judge could ever persuade me to make a sworn statement. I refuse it; I refuse it for moral reasons. Since my experience tells me that if one is loyal to his oath, one day he has to take the consequences, I have made up my mind once and for all that no judge in the world or other authority will ever be capable of making me swear an oath, to give sworn testimony. I won’t do it voluntarily and no one will be able to force me”), and then, after being told explicitly that if he wished to testify in his own defense he might “do so under oath or without an oath,” declared without further ado that he would prefer to testify under oath? Or who, repeatedly and with a great show of feeling, assured the court, as he had assured the police examiner, that the worst thing he could do would be to try to escape his true responsibilities, to fight for his neck, to plead for mercy—and then, upon instruction of his counsel, submitted a handwritten document that contained a plea for mercy? As far as Eichmann was concerned, these were questions of changing moods, not of inconsistencies, and as long as he was capable of finding, either in his memory or on the spur of the moment, an elating stock phrase to go with them, he was quite content. ♦
Had the trial of Adolf Eichmann, in Jerusalem, been an ordinary trial, with the normal tug of war between prosecution and defense to bring out the facts on both sides and do justice to them, it would be possible to study the defense and find out whether there was not more to Eichmann’s grotesque account of his activities as head of the Jewish emigration office in Vienna, from the spring of 1938 to the spring of 1939, than meets the eye, and whether his distortions of reality could not really be ascribed to more than personal mendacity. The facts of Eichmann’s later career for which he was eventually hanged had been established “beyond reasonable doubt” long before the trial started, and were generally known to students of the Nazi regime. The additional facts that the prosecution tried to establish were, it is true, partly accepted by the three judges—Moshe Landau, the presiding judge, Benjamin Halevi, and Yitzhak Raveh—in the judgment they handed down, but none of these additional facts would ever have appeared to be “beyond reasonable doubt” if the defense had brought its own evidence to bear upon the proceedings. Hence, no report on the Eichmann case—as distinguished from the Eichmann trial—could be complete without certain facts that Dr. Robert Servatius, counsel for the defense, chose to ignore. This is especially true of Eichmann’s ideology with respect to “the Jewish question.” During cross-examination, he told Judge Landau that during his months in Vienna “I considered the Jews opponents with regard to whom a mutually acceptable, a mutually fair solution must be found,” and he continued, “That solution I envisaged as putting firm soil under the feet of the Jews, so that they would have a place of their own, soil of their own. And I was working in the direction of that solution joyfully. I coöperated in obtaining such a solution, gladly and joyfully, because it was also that kind of a solution which was approved by movements amongst the Jewish people themselves, and I regarded this as the most appropriate solution to this matter.” This was the true reason that the two sides had, as he said, “pulled together” in Vienna, the reason their work had been “based upon mutuality.” It was in the interests of the Jews—though perhaps not all Jews understood this—to get out of the country. “One had to help them, one had to help these [Jewish] functionaries to act, and that’s what I did.” If the functionaries were what Eichmann called “idealists”—that is, Zionists—he respected them, “treated them as equals,” listened to all their “requests and complaints and applications for support,” kept his promises as far as he could. “People are inclined to forget that now,” he added. Who but he, Eichmann, had saved hundreds of thousands of Jews? What but his great zeal and his great gifts of organization had enabled them to escape in time? True, in 1938 he could not foresee the coming Final Solution—as the Nazis called their plan to murder Europe’s Jews—but he had saved those hundreds of thousands; that was a “fact.”
In a sense, one can understand why counsel for the defense did nothing to back up Eichmann’s version of his relations with the Zionists. During the police examination conducted in Jerusalem before his trial, Eichmann admitted—as he had admitted a few years earlier, in Argentina, when he was interviewed by the Dutch journalist Willem S. Sassen—that he “did not greet this assignment with the apathy of an ox being led to his stall,” that he had been very different from those colleagues of his “who had never read a basic book [namely, Theodor Herzl’s “Der Judenstaat” or Adolf Böhm’s “The History of Zionism”], worked through it, absorbed it, absorbed it with interest,” and who therefore lacked “inner rapport with their work.” They were “nothing but office drudges,” for whom everything was decided “by paragraphs, by orders, who were interested in nothing else,” who were precisely those “small cogs” among which, according to the defense, Eichmann himself had been included. If being a small cog meant no more than to give unquestioning obedience to the Führer’s orders, then everybody in the Nazi hierarchy had been a small cog. Even Heinrich Himmler—so we are told by his masseur, a man named Felix Kersten, in his memoirs—had not greeted the Final Solution with great enthusiasm, and Eichmann assured the police examiner in Jerusalem, Captain Avner Less, that his own boss, Heinrich Müller, who commanded the department of the R.S.H.A. (or Head Office for Reich Security) in which Eichmann was a subsection chief, would never have proposed anything so “crude” as “physical extermination.” Obviously, in Eichmann’s eyes the small-cog theory was beside the point. Certainly he had not been as big as the prosecuting attorney, Gideon Hausner, tried to make him. After all, he was not Hitler; nor, for that matter, could he compare himself in importance, as far as the “solution” of the Jewish question went, to Müller, or Reinhardt Heydrich, or Himmler. He was no megalomaniac. But neither was he as small as the defense wished him to be.
Eichmann’s distortions of reality were horrible because of the horrors they dealt with, but in principle they were not very different from the way things are rather generally regarded in post-Hitler Germany. There is, for instance, the case of Franz-Josef Strauss, former Minister of Defense, who recently conducted a Bundestag election campaign against Willy Brandt, the mayor of West Berlin. Of Brandt, who had been a refugee in Norway during the Hitler period, Strauss asked a widely publicized and apparently very successful question: “What were you doing those twelve years outside Germany? We know what we were doing here in Germany.” This question was received by the German public without anybody’s batting an eye, let alone reminding Herr Strauss that what the Germans in Germany were doing during these years had become notorious indeed. The same “innocence” is to be found in a recent casual remark by a respected and respectable German literary critic, who was probably never a Party member; reviewing a study of literature in the Third Reich, he said that its author was one of “those intellectuals who at the outbreak of barbarism deserted us without exception.” This author was a Jew, and was expelled by the Nazis. Incidentally, the very word “barbarism,” today so frequently applied by Germans to the Hitler period, is a distortion of reality; it is as though various intellectuals, whether Jewish or non-Jewish, had fled a country that was no longer “refined” enough for them. Eichmann, on the other hand, could have cited certain indisputable facts to back up his story if his memory had not been so bad, or if the defense had helped him. For, to quote the publicist Hans Lamm, “it is indisputable that during the first stages of their Jewish policy the National Socialists thought it proper to adopt a pro-Zionist attitude,” and it was during these first stages that Eichmann learned his lessons about Jews. Eichmann was by no means alone in taking this “pro-Zionism” seriously; it was taken seriously by the German Jews themselves, who thought that the Nazis would be satisfied if “assimilation” were to be undone by a new process of “dissimilation,” and who thus flocked to join the ranks of the Zionist movement. This did not necessarily mean that they wished to emigrate to Palestine; it was more a matter of pride. “Wear with Pride the Yellow Star” was the most popular slogan of these years; coined by Robert Weltsch, editor-in-chief of Die Jüdische Rundschau, it expressed the general emotional atmosphere. The polemical point in the slogan, which was formulated more than six years before the Nazis actually forced the Jews to wear as a badge a six-pointed yellow star on a white ground, was directed against the Assimilationists and everyone else who refused to be reconciled to the new “revolutionary development”—all those who, according to a German Zionist publication, “were always behind the times” (“die ewig Gestrigen”). The slogan was recalled at the trial, with a good deal of emotion, by witnesses from Germany. They forgot to mention that Weltsch himself, a highly distinguished journalist, has said in recent years that he would never have issued his slogan if he had been able to foresee developments.
Quite apart from all slogans and ideological quarrels, though, it was in those years a fact of everyday life that only Zionists had any chance of negotiating with the German authorities, for the simple reason that the Zionists’ chief Jewish adversary, the Central Association of German Citizens of Jewish Faith, to which ninety-five per cent of organized Jews in Germany then belonged, specified in its bylaws that its chief task was the “fight against anti-Semitism.” The Central Association had suddenly become by definition an organization “hostile to the state,” and would have been persecuted—which it was not—if it had ever dared do what it was supposed to do. Hitler’s rise to power appeared to the Zionists during its first few years chiefly as “the decisive defeat of assimilationism.” Hence, the Zionists could, for a time, at least, engage in a certain amount of non-criminal coöperation with the Nazi authorities; the Zionists, too, believed that “dissimilation,” combined with the emigration to Palestine of Jewish youngsters—and, they hoped, Jewish capitalists—could be a “mutually fair solution.” At the time, many German officials held this opinion. To be sure, no prominent Nazi ever spoke publicly in this vein; from beginning to end, Nazi propaganda was fiercely, unequivocally, uncompromisingly anti-Semitic, and eventually nothing counted but what those people who were still without experience in the mysteries of totalitarian government dismissed as “mere propaganda.” There existed in those first years a mutually highly satisfactory agreement between the Nazi authorities and the Jewish Agency for Palestine (an international organization set up in 1922, with headquarters in Jerusalem)—a Ha’avarah, or Transfer Agreement, which provided that an emigrant to Palestine could transfer his money there in German goods and exchange them for pounds upon arrival. It was soon the only legal way for a Jew to take all his money with him (the alternative then being the establishment of a blocked account, which could subsequently be sold abroad at a loss of between fifty and ninety-five per cent). The result was that in the late thirties, when American Jews were taking great pains to organize a boycott of German merchandise, Palestine, of all places, was swamped with goods “made in Germany.”
Of greater importance for Eichmann than the German Zionists or the Jewish Agency for Palestine were emissaries from Palestine, who, without taking orders from either of these bodies, at that time approached the Gestapo and the S.S. on their own initiative. They came in order to enlist help for the illegal immigration of Jews into British-ruled Palestine, and both the Gestapo and the S.S. were helpful. In Vienna, the emissaries negotiated with Eichmann, as head of the Center for Jewish Emigration, and they reported that he was “polite” and “not the shouting type,” and that he even provided them with farms and other facilities for setting up vocational training camps for prospective immigrants. (“On one occasion, he expelled a group of nuns from a convent to provide a training farm for young Jews,” they noted, and on another “a special train” was made available “and Nazi officials accompanied” a group of emigrants, ostensibly headed for Zionist training farms in Yugoslavia, in order to see them safely across the border.) According to the story told by Jon and David Kimche, in “The Secret Roads: The ‘Illegal’ Migration of a People, 1938-1948,” with—to quote their introduction—“full and generous coöperation from all the chief actors,” these Jews from Palestine spoke a language not totally different from that of Eichmann himself. They operated outside the official framework, having been sent by the Kibbutzim, Palestine’s communal settlements, and they were not interested in rescue operations. (“That was not their job.”) They wanted to select “suitable material,” and their chief enemy (prior to the extermination program) was not those who made life impossible for Jews in Germany and Austria but those who barred access to the new homeland; that is, the enemy was definitely Britain, not Germany. Since, carrying special British passports, they enjoyed the protection of the mandatory power, they were indeed in a position to deal with the Nazi authorities on a footing amounting to equality, which native Jews were not; they were probably among the first Jews to talk openly about mutual interests and were certainly the first to be given permission “to pick young Jewish pioneers” from among the Jews in the prewar concentration camps. They were unaware, of course, of the sinister implications of this deal, which still lay in the future—when Jewish officials prepared the lists of deportees for the Nazi authorities—but they, like Eichmann, somehow believed that if it was a question of selecting Jews for survival, the Jews should do the selecting themselves. It was this fundamental error in judgment that eventually led to a situation in which the non-selected majority of Jews inevitably found themselves confronted with two enemies—the Nazi authorities and the Jewish authorities. As far as the Viennese episode is concerned, Eichmann’s preposterous claim to have saved hundreds of thousands of Jewish lives, which was laughed out of court, finds strange support in the considered judgment of Jon and David Kimche: “Thus what must have been one of the most paradoxical episodes of the entire period of the Nazi regime began: the man who was to go down in history as one of the arch-murderers of the Jewish people entered the lists as an active worker in the rescue of Jews from Europe.”
Eichmann’s trouble was that he remembered none of the facts that might have supported, however faintly, his incredible story, while the learned counsel for the defense probably did not even know that there was anything to remember. (Dr. Servatius could have called as witnesses the former agents of Aliyah Beth, as the organization for illegal immigration into Palestine was called; they certainly still remembered Eichmann, and they were still living in Israel.) Eichmann’s memory functioned only in respect to things that had had a direct bearing upon his career. Thus, he remembered a Palestinian functionary who had visited him in Berlin in 1937 and told him about life in the communal settlements, and whom he had twice taken out to dinner, because this visit ended with a formal invitation to Palestine, where the Jews would show him the country. He was delighted; no other Nazi official had been able to go “to a distant foreign land,” and he received permission to make the trip. The judgment concluded that he had been sent “on an espionage mission,” which no doubt was true, but did not contradict the story Eichmann told. (Nothing came of the enterprise. Eichmann, together with a journalist from his office named Herbert Hagen, got as far as Egypt, and the British authorities there denied them entry permits for Palestine. According to Eichmann, “the man from the Haganah”—the Jewish military organization that later formed the nucleus of the Israeli Army—came to see them in Cairo, and what he told them there eventually became the subject of “a thoroughly negative report,” which he and Hagen were ordered by their superiors to write, in the form of a memorandum, and which was duly published.)
Apart from such minor triumphs, Eichmann remembered only moods and the catch phrases that he had thought up to go with them, and from Vienna he remembered no more than the general atmosphere and how “elated” he had felt. In view of his astounding virtuosity in never discarding a mood and its catch phrase once and for all when they became incompatible with a new era, which required different moods and different catch phrases—a virtuosity that he demonstrated over and over during the police examination—one is tempted to believe in his sincerity when he spoke of his period in Vienna as an idyll. Because of the complete lack of consistency in his thoughts and his sentiments, this possible sincerity would not have been weakened by the fact that his year in Vienna occurred after the Nazi regime had abandoned its pro-Zionist attitude. It was a characteristic of the Nazi movement to keep moving, to become more radical every month, but one of the outstanding characteristics of its members was that psychologically they tended to be always one step behind the movement—that they had the greatest difficulty in keeping up with it. As Hitler used to phrase it, they could not “jump over their own shadow.”
But, as before, it was not objective facts like this that made the possibility of Eichmann’s sincerity seem so absurd; once again, it was his own faulty memory. There were certain Jews in Vienna whom he recalled very vividly, but they were not the Palestinian emissaries who might have backed up his story. Not at all. They were Dr. Josef Löwenherz and Kommerzialrat (Commercial Councillor) Bertold Storfer. Dr. Löwenherz, who after the war wrote a very interesting memorandum about his negotiations with Eichmann (this was one of the few new documents produced by the trial; parts of it were shown, during the police examination, to Eichmann, and he declared himself in complete agreement with its main statements), was the first Jewish functionary who actually organized a whole Jewish Community into an institution that was at the service of the Nazi authorities—the Viennese Community, in 1938. And he was one of the very, very few such functionaries who were able to reap the reward for their services; he was permitted to stay in Vienna until the end of the war, when he emigrated to England and then to the United States. (He died in 1961.) Storfer eventually died in Auschwitz, but this certainly was not Eichmann’s fault. The Palestinian emissaries having become too independent, Storfer replaced them as an emigration expert, and his task, assigned to him by Eichmann, was to organize some illegal group emigrations of Jews to Palestine without the help of the Zionists. Storfer was no Zionist and had shown no interest in Jewish affairs prior to the arrival of the Nazis in Austria. Still, with Eichmann’s help, Storfer succeeded in getting some thirty-five hundred Jews out of Europe, in 1940, when half of Europe was occupied by the Nazis, and it appears that he did his best to clear things with the Palestinians. (That is probably what Eichmann had in mind when he made the cryptic remark: “Storfer never betrayed Judaism, not with a single word, not Storfer.”) A third Jew whom Eichmann never failed to mention in recalling his prewar activities was Dr. Paul Eppstein, who was in charge of emigration in Berlin during the last years of the Reichsvereingung—a Nazi-appointed Jewish central organization, not to be confused with the authentically Jewish Reichsvertretung, which was dissolved in July, 1939. Dr. Eppstein was appointed by Eichmann to serve as Judenältester (Jewish Elder) in Theresienstadt, the concentration camp for privileged German Jews, and he was shot there in 1944.
In other words, the only Jews whom Eichmann remembered were those who had been completely in his power. He had forgotten not only the Palestinian emissaries but also various Berlin acquaintances, whom he had known well when he was still engaged in intelligence work and had no executive powers. For instance, he never mentioned Dr. Franz Meyer, a former member of the Executive of the Zionist Organization in Germany, who came to testify for the prosecution about his contacts with the accused from 1936 to 1939. To some extent, Dr. Meyer confirmed Eichmann’s own story: In Berlin, the Jewish functionaries could “put forward complaints and requests,” and there was a kind of coöperation (sometimes “we came to ask for something, and there were times when he demanded something from us”); Eichmann at that time “was genuinely listening to us and was sincerely trying to understand the situation;” his behavior was “correct.” (“He used to address me as ‘Mister’ and to offer me a seat.”) But by February, 1939, all this had changed. Eichmann had summoned the leaders of German Jewry to Vienna in order to show them his new methods of “forced emigration.” And there he was, sitting in a large room on the ground floor of the Rothschild Palais, recognizable, of course, but completely changed: “I immediately [Dr. Meyer recalled] told my friends that I did not know whether I was meeting the same man. So terrible was the change. . . . Here I met a man who comported himself as a master of life and death. He received us with insolence and rudeness. He did not let us come near his desk. We had to remain standing.” The prosecution and the judges were in agreement that Eichmann underwent a genuine and lasting personality change when, in 1938, he was promoted to a post with executive powers. But the trial showed that he sometimes had what, in another context, he had referred to as “relapses,” and that the matter cannot have been as simple as that. One witness testified about an interview with him at Theresienstadt in March, 1945, when Eichmann once again showed himself to be much interested in Zionist affairs. (The witness was a member of a Zionist youth organization and held a certificate of entry for Palestine. The interview was “held in very pleasant language and the attitude was quite kind and respectful.”)
Whatever doubts there may be about Eichmann’s personality change in Vienna, there is no doubt that this appointment marked the real beginning of his career. Between 1937 and 1941, when he was made head of IV-B-4, the Gestapo subsection dealing with Jewish matters, he won four promotions; within fourteen months he advanced from Untersturmführer (second lieutenant) to Obersturmführer (first lieutenant) to Hauptsturmführer (captain), and in another year and a half he was made Sturmbannführer (major) and then Obersturmbannführer (lieutenant colonel). The last promotion took place in October of 1941, three months after he was assigned the role in the Final Solution that was to land him in the District Court of Jerusalem. But after this promotion, to his great grief, he “got stuck;” as he explained it, there was no higher grade obtainable in the section in which he worked. This he could not know, however, during the three years when he climbed quicker and higher than he had ever anticipated. In Vienna, he showed his mettle, and thereafter he was recognized not merely as an expert on “the Jewish question” (meaning the intricacies of Jewish, and especially Zionist, organizations) but as an “authority” on emigration and evacuation, as the “master” who knew how to make people move. His greatest triumph came shortly after the Kristallnacht, or Night of Broken Glass, in November, 1938, which had made German Jews frantic in their desire to escape. Field Marshal Hermann Göring decided, probably acting upon a recommendation by Heydrich, to establish in Berlin a Reich Center for Jewish Emigration, and in a letter containing his directives Eichmann’s Viennese office was specifically mentioned as the model to be used in the setting up of this central authority. It was not Eichmann, however, who was appointed to head the new office but his future boss, Heinrich Müller, who had just been taken away by Heydrich from his job as a regular Bavarian police officer (he was not even a member of the Party) and called to the Gestapo in Berlin, because he was known to be an authority on the Soviet Russian police system. For Müller, too, this was the beginning of a successful career, though he had to start with a comparatively small assignment. (Müller, who was not prone to boasting, like Eichmann, and was known for his “sphinxlike conduct,” succeeded in disappearing altogether; nobody knows his whereabouts, though there are rumors that East Germany has engaged the services of this Russian-police expert.)
In March, 1939, Hitler moved into Czechoslovakia and welded Bohemia and Moravia into a German protectorate. Eichmann was immediately appointed to set up an emigration center for Jews in Prague. (“In the beginning I was not too happy to leave Vienna, for if you have installed such an office and if you see how everything runs smoothly and in good order, you don’t like to give it up,” Eichmann told the police examiner.) Prague was somewhat disappointing, although the system was the same in both cities: “The functionaries of the Czech Jewish organizations went to Vienna and the Viennese people came to Prague, so that I did not have to intervene at all. The model in Vienna was simply copied and carried to Prague. Thus the whole thing got started automatically.” But the Prague center was much smaller, and “I regret to say there were no people of the calibre and the energy of a Dr. Löwenherz.” But these (as it were) personal reasons for discontent were minor compared to mounting difficulties of another kind. Hundreds of thousands of Jews had left their homelands in a matter of a few years, and millions waited behind them, for the Polish and Rumanian governments now left no doubt in their official proclamations that they, too, wished to be rid of their Jews. (They could not understand why the world should get indignant if they followed in the footsteps of what one of their officials called a “great and cultured nation.”) The opportunities for Jews to find refuge within Europe had been exhausted long before, and now the avenues for overseas emigration clogged up, so even under the best of circumstances—that is, even if war had not interfered with his program—Eichmann would hardly have been able to duplicate “the Viennese miracle” in Prague. He knew this very well. Certainly Eichmann could not have been expected to greet his next appointment with any great enthusiasm. War broke out on September 1, 1939, and one month later Eichmann was called back to Berlin to succeed Müller as head of the Reich Center for Jewish Emigration. A year before, this would have been a real promotion, but now was the wrong moment. No one in his senses could possibly think any longer of a solution of the Jewish question in terms of forced emigration; not only was there the difficulty of getting people from one country to another in wartime but now, through the conquest of Polish territories, the Reich had acquired two or two and a half million more Jews. It is true that the Hitler government was still willing to let its Jews go (the order that stopped all Jewish emigration did not come until the fall of 1941), and if the Final Solution had been decided upon, nobody had as yet given orders to that effect, though Jews in the East already were concentrated in ghettos and were also being liquidated by the Einsatzgruppen—the mobile killing units of the S.S. that operated in the rear of the Army. It was only natural that emigration, however smartly organized in Berlin in accordance with Eichmann’s “assembly line” principle, should peter out by itself—a process Eichmann described by saying, “It was like pulling teeth; tendency: listless, I would say, on both sides. On the Jewish side because it was really difficult to obtain emigration possibilities to speak of, and on our side because there was no bustle and no rush, no coming and going of people. There we were, sitting in a great and mighty building, amid a yawning emptiness.” Evidently, if Jewish matters, Eichmann’s specialty, remained a matter of emigration, he would soon be out of a job.
It was not until the outbreak of the war that the Nazi regime became openly totalitarian and openly criminal. One of the most important steps in this direction, from an organizational point of view, was a decree, signed by Himmler on September 27, 1939, that fused the Security Service of the S.S., to which Eichmann had belonged since 1934, and which was a Party organ, with the regular Security Police of the state, in which the Secret State Police, or Gestapo, was included. The result of the merger was called the Head Office for Reich Security (the Reichssicherheitshauptamt, or R.S.H.A.), and Heydrich was its first chief; after Heydrich’s death, in 1942, an old acquaintance of Eichmann’s from Linz, Dr. Ernst Kaltenbrunner, took over. By Himmler’s decree, all police officials—not only of the Gestapo but also of the Criminal Police and the Order Police—received S.S. titles corresponding to their previous ranks, whether or not they were Party members, and this meant that overnight one of the principal arms of the old civil service was incorporated into the most radical section of the Nazi hierarchy. As far as I know, no one protested, or resigned his job. (Himmler, the head and founder of the S.S., had since 1936 been Chief of the German Police as well, but the two apparatuses had nevertheless remained separate until now.) The R.S.H.A., moreover, was only one of twelve Head Offices in the S.S., the most important of which, in the present context, were the Head Office of the Order Police (the Hauptamt Ordnungspolizei), under General Kurt Daluege, which was responsible for the rounding up of Jews, and the Head Office for Economy and Administration (the Wirtschafts-Verwaltungshauptamt, or W.V.H.A.), under Obergruppenführer Oswald Pohl, which was in charge of concentration camps and was later to be in charge of the “economic” side of the extermination.
The “objective” attitude—talking about concentration camps in terms of “administration” and about extermination camps in terms of “economy”—was typical of S.S. habits of thought, and was something that Eichmann, at the time of his trial, was still very proud of. By its “objectivity” (“Sachlichkeit”), the S.S. dissociated itself from such “emotional” types as Streicher (that “most unrealistic fool,” as Eichmann called him) and also from certain “Teutonic-Germanic party bigwigs who behaved as though they were clad in horns and pelts,” to quote Eichmann in the police examination. Since Eichmann did not like such nonsense at all, he admired Heydrich greatly, and he felt a lack of sympathy with Himmler because, among other things, the “Reichsführer S.S. and Chief of the German Police” (as Eichmann invariably referred to him), though boss of all the S.S. Head Offices, had permitted himself “at least for a long time to be influenced by it.” During the trial, however, it was not the accused who succeeded in carrying off the prize in “objectivity;” it was the counsel for the defense. A tax and business lawyer from Cologne who had never joined the Nazi Party, Dr. Servatius was nevertheless able to teach the court a lesson in what it means not to be “emotional” that no one who heard him is likely to forget. The great moment—one of the few great ones in the whole trial—occurred during the short oral plaidoyer of the defense, after which the court withdrew for four months to write its judgment. Servatius declared the accused innocent of charges bearing on his responsibility for “the collection of skeletons, sterilizations, killing by gas, and similar medical matters,” whereupon Judge Halevi interrupted him. “Dr. Servatius,” the Judge said, “I assume you made a slip of the tongue when you said that killing by gas was a medical matter,” at which point Servatius replied, “It was indeed a medical matter, since it was prepared by physicians; it was a matter of killing, and killing, too, is a medical matter.” And, perhaps to make absolutely sure that the judges in Jerusalem would not forget how Germans—ordinary Germans, not former members of the S.S., or of the Nazi Party—even today can regard acts that in other countries are called murder, he repeated the phrase in his “Comments on the Judgment of the First Instance,” prepared for the review of the case before the Supreme Court, stating that not Eichmann but one of his men, Rolf Günther, “was always engaged in medical matters.”
Each of the Head Offices was divided into sections and subsections, and the R.S.H.A. contained six (later seven) main sections. Section IV, headed by Müller, who was an S.S. Gruppenführer, or major general (the equivalent of the rank he had held in the Bavarian Police), was the bureau of the Gestapo. Its task was defined as “combatting opponents hostile to the state,” of whom there were two categories, and who were therefore dealt with by two subsections: Subsection IV-A, which handled matters concerned with Communism, Sabotage, Liberalism, and Assassinations, and Subsection IV-B, which handled matters concerned with Sects; that is, Catholics, Protestants, Freemasons, and Jews. Each of the categories in this subsection received an office of its own, designated by an arabic numeral, and Eichmann, in March of 1941, was appointed to the desk of IV-B-4 in the R.S.H.A. Since his immediate superior, the head of IV-B, turned out to be a nonentity, his real superior was always Müller. Müller’s superior was Heydrich, and later Kaltenbrunner, each of whom was, in his turn, under the command of Himmler, who received his orders directly from Hitler.
In addition to his twelve Head Offices, Himmler presided over another organizational setup, which also played an enormous role in the carrying out of the Final Solution. This consisted of the Higher S.S. and Police Leaders, who were in command of regional organizations; their chain of command did not link them with the R.S.H.A.—they were directly responsible to Himmler—and they always outranked Eichmann and the men at his disposal. The Einsatzgruppen, on the other hand, were under the command of Heydrich and the R.S.H.A.—which, of course, does not mean that Eichmann had anything to do with them. The commanders of the Einsatzgruppen also invariably held a higher rank than Eichmann. Technically and organizationally, Eichmann’s position was not very high; his post turned out to be such an important one only because the Jewish question, for purely ideological reasons, acquired a greater importance with every day and week and month of the war, until, from 1943 on, in the years of defeat, it had grown to fantastic proportions. In these years, his was still the only office that officially dealt with nothing but “the opponent, Jewry,” but actually he had lost his monopoly, because by then all offices and apparatuses—state and Party, Army and S.S.—were busy “solving” the Jewish problem. Even if we concentrate our attention only upon the police machinery and disregard all the other offices, the picture is absurdly complicated, since we have to add to the Einsatzgruppen and to the Higher S.S. and Police Leader Corps the commanders and the inspectors of the Security Police and the Security Service. Each of these several groups belonged to a separate chain of command that ultimately reached Himmler, but they were equal with respect to each other and nobody belonging to one group owed obedience to a superior officer of another group. The prosecution, it must be admitted, was in a most difficult position in that each time it wanted to pin some specific responsibility on Eichmann, it was obliged to find its way through this labyrinth of parallel institutions. (If the trial were to take place today, this task would be much easier, for the political scientist Raul Hilberg, in his book “The Destruction of the European Jews,” published in Chicago in 1961, has succeeded in presenting the first clear description of this incredibly complicated machinery of destruction.) Furthermore, it must be remembered that all these organs, wielding enormous power, were in fierce competition, which was anything but a help to their victims, since their ambition was always the same—to kill as many Jews as possible. This competitive spirit, which, of course, inspired in each man a great loyalty to his own outfit, has survived the war, only now it works in reverse: it has become each man’s desire to exonerate his own outfit at the expense of all the others. This was the explanation that Eichmann gave when he was confronted with the memoirs of Rudolf Höss, Commandant of Auschwitz, in which Eichmann is accused of doing certain things that he claimed he never did and was in no position to do. He admitted easily enough that Höss had no personal reason for saddling him with deeds of which he was innocent, since their relationship had always been quite friendly; Höss, he insisted—in vain—wanted to exculpate his own outfit, the Head Office for Economy and Administration, by putting all the blame on the R.S.H.A. Something of the same sort happened in Nuremberg, where the various accused presented a nauseating spectacle by accusing each other (though none of them blamed Hitler). Still, this was not done merely to enable a man to save his own neck at the expense of somebody else’s; the men on trial represented altogether different organizations, which had a long-standing, deeply ingrained hostility to one another. Eichmann always tried to shield Müller and Heydrich, and Kaltenbrunner as well, even though Kaltenbrunner had treated him quite badly. No doubt, one of the chief mistakes of the prosecution was that its case relied too heavily on statements of former high-ranking Nazis, dead or alive; it did not see, and perhaps could not be expected to see, how dubious these documents were as sources for the establishment of facts. The judgment itself, in its evaluation of the damning testimonies of other Nazi criminals, paid no attention to this question of loyalties, but it did take into account the fact that (in the words of one of the defense witnesses) “it was customary at the time of the war-crime trials to put as much blame as possible on those who were absent or believed to be dead.”
When Eichmann entered his new office, in charge of Subsection B-4 of Section IV of the R.S.H.A., he was still confronted with this uncomfortable dilemma; namely, that, on the one hand, “forced emigration” was the official formula for the solution of the Jewish question, and, on the other hand, emigration was no longer possible. For the first (and almost the last) time in his life in the S.S., he was forced by circumstances to take an initiative—to see if he could not, in his words, “give birth to an idea.” According to the account he gave the police examiner, he was blessed with three ideas. All three of them, he had to admit, came to naught. Everything he tried on his own invariably went wrong—nothing but frustration. It was a hard-luck story if ever there was one. The inexhaustible source of troubles, as he saw it, was that he and his men were never left alone—that all these other state and Party offices wanted their share in the “solution,” with the result that a veritable army of “Jewish experts” had cropped up everywhere and were falling over themselves in their efforts to be first in a field of which they knew nothing. For these people Eichmann had the greatest contempt, partly because they were Johnnies-come-lately, partly because they tried to enrich themselves in the course of their work, and often succeeded, and partly because they were ignorant, not having read, as he had, any “basic books.”
Eichmann’s three dreams turned out to have been inspired by the two “basic books” (Herzl and Böhm), but it was also revealed that two of the three were definitely not his ideas at all, and with respect to the third—well, “I do not know any longer whether it was Stahlecker [Franz Stahlecker, his superior in Vienna and Prague] or myself who gave birth to the idea; anyhow, the idea was born.” This last idea was the first, chronologically. It was the “idea of Nisko,” and its failure was for Eichmann the clearest possible proof of the evil of interference—the guilty person in this case being Hans Frank, Governor General of the area in Poland the Nazis designated the General Government. In order to understand the Nisko plan, we must remember that right after the conquest of Poland, the Polish territories were divided between Germany and Russia. The German part consisted of the Western regions, which were incorporated into the Reich, and the Eastern area, including Warsaw (Russia got an area still farther east), which at first was treated as occupied territory and later became the General Government. As the solution of the Jewish question at this time was still “forced emigration,” with the aim of making Germany judenrein (Jewclean), it was natural that Polish Jews in the Western regions, together with whatever Jews remained in other parts of the Reich, should be shoved into the General Government, which, whatever it may have been, was not considered to be part of the Reich. By December, 1939, evacuations eastward had started, and over the next two years roughly a million Jews—six hundred thousand from the incorporated area and four hundred thousand from the Reich proper—arrived in the General Government. If Eichmann’s version of the Nisko adventure is true—and there is no reason not to believe him—he or, more likely, his Prague and Vienna superior, S.S. Brigadeführer Dr. Franz Stahlecker, must have anticipated the eastward deportations by several months. This Dr. Stahlecker (Eichmann was always careful to give him this title) was in Eichmann’s opinion a very fine man, educated, full of reason, and “free of hatred and free from chauvinism of any kind;” in Vienna, he used to shake hands with the Jewish functionaries. A year and a half later, in the spring of 1941, this educated gentleman was appointed Commander of Einsatzgruppe A, and afterward he managed to kill by shooting, in little more than a year (he himself was killed in action in 1942), two hundred and fifty thousand Jews—as he proudly reported to Himmler himself, rather than to his own chief, Heydrich. But that came later, and now, in September, 1939, while the German Army was still busy occupying the Polish territories, Eichmann and Dr. Stahlecker began to think “privately” about how the Security Service might get its share of influence in the East. What they needed was, as Eichmann later put it, “an area as large as possible in Poland, to be carved off for the erection of an autonomous Jewish state in the form of a protectorate,” for “this could be the solution.” And off they went, on their own initiative, without orders from anybody, to reconnoitre. They went to the Radom district, on the San River, not far from the Russian border, and they “saw a huge territory, the San River, villages, market places, small towns,” and “we said to ourselves: That is what we need and why should one not resettle Poles for a change, since people are being resettled everywhere?” This, they said, would be “the solution of the Jewish question”—firm soil under their feet—at least for some time. Everything seemed to go very well at first. They spoke to Heydrich, and Heydrich agreed with what they said, and told them to go ahead. It happened—though Eichmann, in Jerusalem, had completely forgotten it—that their project fitted in very well with Heydrich’s over-all plan at this stage for the solution of the Jewish question. On September 21, 1939, he had called a meeting of the heads of departments of the R.S.H.A. and the Einsatzgruppen (they were already operating in Poland) and had given general directives for the immediate future: Jews were to be concentrated in ghettos; Councils of Jewish Elders were to be established; and all Jews were to be deported to the General Government. Eichmann had attended this meeting as representative of the Center for Jewish Emigration—as was proved at the trial by means of the minutes, which Bureau 06 of the Israeli Police had discovered in the United States National Archives, in Washington. Hence, Eichmann’s (or, more probably, Stahlecker’s) initiative amounted to no more than a concrete plan for carrying out Heydrich’s directives. And now thousands of people, chiefly from Austria, were deported helter-skelter into this godforsaken place, which, an S.S. officer explained to them, “the Führer has promised the Jews [as] a new homeland.” The officer went on to tell them, “There are no dwellings; there are no houses. If you build, there will be a roof over your heads. There is no water; the wells all around carry disease; there is cholera, dysentery, and typhoid. If you bore and find water, you will have water.” As one can see, “everything looked marvellous,” Eichmann said, except that the S.S. expelled some of the Jews from this paradise into Russia, and others soon had the good sense to escape of their own volition. But thereafter, Eichmann complained, “the obstructions began from the side of Hans Frank”—whom they had forgotten to inform, although this was “his” territory. “Frank complained in Berlin, and a great tug of war started. Frank wanted to solve his Jewish question all by himself. He did not want to receive any more Jews in his General Government. Those who had arrived should, he said, disappear immediately.” And they did disappear; they were actually repatriated, which had never happened before and never happened again, and those who returned to Vienna were registered in the police records as “returning from vocational training”—a curious relapse into the pro-Zionist stage of the movement.
Eichmann’s eagerness to acquire some territory for “his Jews” is best understood in terms of his own career. The Nisko plan was “born” during the time of his rapid promotion, and it is more than likely that he saw himself as the future “Governor General” (like Hans Frank in Poland) or “Protector” (like Heydrich in Czechoslovakia) of a “Jewish state.” The utter failure of the whole enterprise, however, must have taught him a lesson about the possibilities and the desirability of “private” initiative. And since he and Stahlecker had acted within the framework of Heydrich’s directives and with Heydrich’s explicit consent, this unique repatriation of Jews, which was so clearly a temporary defeat for police and S.S., must also have taught him that the steadily increasing power of his own outfit did not amount to omnipotence—that the Ministries and the other Party institutions were quite prepared to fight for their own shrinking power.
Eichmann’s second attempt to “put firm ground under the feet of the Jews” concerned Madagascar. It was a plan to evacuate four million Jews from Europe to the French island off the southeast coast of Africa—an island with a native population of four million and an area of 227,678 square miles of poor land—and it had originated in the Foreign Office. It was eventually transmitted to the R.S.H.A., because, in the words of Dr. Martin Luther, who was in charge of Jewish affairs in the Wilhelmstrasse, only the police “possessed the experience and the technical facilities to execute an evacuation of Jews en masse and to guarantee the supervision of the evacuées.” The “Jewish state” was to have a police governor, under the jurisdiction of Himmler. The project itself had an odd history. Eichmann, confusing Madagascar with Uganda, always claimed to have dreamed “a dream once dreamed by the Jewish protagonist of the Jewish state idea, Theodor Herzl,” and it is true that his dream had been dreamed before—first by the Polish government, which in 1937 went to much trouble to look into the idea, only to find out that it would be quite impossible to ship its own three million Jews there without killing them, and, second, by the French Foreign Minister Georges Bonnet, who had the more modest scheme of shipping France’s foreign Jews, numbering between one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand, to the French colony. (In 1938, Bonnet consulted his German opposite number, Joachim von Ribbentrop, on the matter.) As for Eichmann, he was ordered in the summer of 1940, when his emigration business had come to a complete standstill, to work out a detailed plan for the evacuation of four million Jews to Madagascar, and this project seems to have occupied most of his time until the invasion of Russia, a year later. (Four million was a low figure for making Europe judenrein. It obviously did not include three million Polish Jews, who, as everybody knew, had been in the process of being massacred ever since the first days of the war.) That anybody except Eichmann and some other lesser luminaries ever took the whole thing seriously seems unlikely, for—apart from the fact that the territory was known to be unsuitable, not to mention the fact that it was, after all, a French possession—the plan would have required shipping space for four million people in the middle of a war and at a moment when the British Navy was in control of the Atlantic. The Madagascar plan was always intended to serve as a cloak under which the preparations for the physical extermination of the Jews of Western Europe could be carried forward (no such cloak was needed, evidently, for the extermination of Polish Jews), and its great advantage with respect to the army of trained anti-Semites, who, try as they might, consistently found themselves one step behind the Führer, was that it familiarized all concerned with the preliminary notion that nothing less than complete disappearance from Europe would do—no special legislation, no “dissimilation,” no ghettos would suffice. When, a year later, the Madagascar project was declared to have become “obsolete,” everybody was psychologically—and logically—prepared for the next step: Since there existed no territory to which one could evacuate all Jews, the only solution was extermination.
Not that Eichmann ever suspected the existence of such sinister plans. What brought the enterprise to naught, he was convinced, was lack of time, and time had been wasted through the never-ending interference from other offices. In Jerusalem, both the police and the court tried to shake him out of this state of mind in which he could only recall the interference and complain about it. They confronted him with two documents concerning meetings that Heydrich had called in September, 1939; one of them, a teletyped letter written by Heydrich and containing certain directives to the Einsatzgruppen, distinguished for the first time between a “final aim requiring longer periods of time” and to be treated as “top-secret,” and “the stages for achieving this final aim to be carried out within short periods.” The phrase “final solution” did not yet appear, and the document is silent about the meaning of the phrase “final aim.” Hence, Eichmann could have said: All right, the “final aim” was his Madagascar project, which at this time was being kicked around all German offices; for a mass evacuation, the concentration of all Jews was a necessary preliminary “stage.” But Eichmann, after reading the document carefully in Jerusalem, was immediately convinced that “final aim” could only mean “physical extermination,” and concluded that “this basic idea was already rooted in the minds of the higher leaders, or the men at the very top.” But if this was so, he would have to admit that the Madagascar project could not have been more than a hoax. Well, he did not; he never changed his Madagascar story, and he probably just could not change it. It was as though this story ran along a different tape in his memory, and this taped memory showed itself to be proof against reason and argument and information and insight of any kind. His memory informed him that there had existed a lull in the activities against the Jews of Western and Central Europe between the outbreak of the war (Hitler, in his speech to the Reichstag of January 30, 1939, had “prophesied” that war would bring the “annihilation of the Jewish race in Europe”) and the invasion of Russia. To be sure, even then the various offices in the Reich and in the occupied territories were doing their best to eliminate “the opponent, Jewry,” but there was no unified policy; it seemed as though every office had its own “solution” and might be permitted to apply it or to pit it against the rival solutions. Eichmann’s solution was a police state, and for that he needed a sizable territory. All his “efforts failed because of the lack of understanding of the concerned minds,” because of “rivalries,” quarrels, squabbling, because everybody “vied for supremacy.” And then it was too late; the war against Russia “struck suddenly, like a thunderclap.” That marked the end of his dreams and of “the era of searching for a solution in the interest of both sides.” It also marked, as he recognized in the memoirs he wrote in Argentina, “the end of an era in which there existed laws, ordinances, decrees for the treatment of individual Jews.” And, according to him, it was something more than that; it was the end of his career, and though this sounded rather crazy, in view of his current “fame,” it could not be denied that he had a point. For his outfit, which either in the actuality of “forced emigration” or in the “dream” of a Nazi-ruled Jewish state had been the final authority in all Jewish matters, now, in Eichmann’s words, “receded into the second line so far as the final solution of the Jewish question was concerned, for what was now initiated was transferred to different units, and negotiations were conducted by another Head Office, under the command of the former Reichsführer S.S. and Chief of the German Police.” The different units were the selected groups of killers (the Einsatzgruppen) who operated in the rear of the Army in the East, where their special duty consisted in the massacre of the native civilian population and especially of the Jews; and the other Head Office—as distinguished from the R.S.H.A.—was the W.V.H.A., or Wirtschafts-Verwaltungshauptamt (Head Office for Economy and Administration). From the W.V.H.A., Eichmann now received information about the ultimate destination of each shipment of Jews, which was figured out according to the “absorptive capacity” of the various killing centers and also according to the number of slave workers requested by the many industrial enterprises that had found it profitable to establish branches in the neighborhood of some of the death camps. (Apart from the not very important industrial activities of the S.S. itself, such famous German firms as I. G. Farben, the Krupp Werke, and the Siemens-Schuckert Werke had established plants in Auschwitz and near the Lublin death camps. There was excellent coöperation between the S.S. and the businessmen, and Höss, of Auschwitz, testified to very cordial social relations with the local I. G. Farben representatives. As for working conditions, the idea was clearly to kill through labor. According to Raul Hilberg, in “The Destruction of the European Jews,” at least twenty-five thousand Jews out of approximately thirty-five thousand who worked for one of the I. G. Farben plants died.) As far as Eichmann was concerned, the big point was that evacuation and deportation—once of primary importance—were no longer the last stages of the “solution.” His department had become merely instrumental. Hence he had every reason to be, as he put it, “embittered and disappointed” when the Madagascar project was shelved, and the only thing he had to console him was his promotion to Obersturmbannführer, which came in October, 1941.
According to Eichmann’s recollection, the last time he tried something on his own was in September, 1941, three months after the invasion of Russia. This was just after Heydrich, who was still chief of the Security Police and the Security Service, had become Protector of Bohemia and Moravia. To celebrate the occasion, Heydrich had called a press conference in Prague and had promised that in eight weeks the Protectorate would be judenrein. After the press conference, he discussed the matter with those who would have to make his word good—with Stahlecker, who was then local commander of the Security Police in Prague, and with Undersecretary of State Karl Hermann Frank, a former Sudeten leader, who soon after Heydrich’s death, eight months later, succeeded him as Protector. Frank, in Eichmann’s opinion, was a low type—a Jew-hater of “the Streicher kind,” who “didn’t know a thing about political solutions,” and one of those people who “autocratically and, let me say, in the drunkenness of their power simply gave orders and commands.” But otherwise the discussion, at which Eichmann was present, was enjoyable. For the first time, Eichmann recalled, Heydrich showed “a more human side” and admitted, with beautiful frankness, that he had “allowed his tongue to run away with him,” which Eichmann said was “nothing to greatly surprise those who knew Heydrich,” an “ambitious and impulsive character,” who “often let words slip through the fence of his teeth more quickly than he later might have liked.” So Heydrich himself said, “There is the mess, and what are we going to do now?” Eichmann replied, “There exists only one possibility if you cannot retreat from your announcement. Give enough room [in Czechoslovakia] to transfer the Jews of the Protectorate, who now live dispersed.” (A Jewish homeland, a gathering in of the exiles in the Diaspora.) And then, “unfortunately,” Frank—the Jew-hater of the Streicher kind—made a concrete proposal, and that was that the room be provided in the town of Theresienstadt. Whereupon Heydrich, perhaps also in the drunkenness of his power, simply ordered the immediate evacuation of the native Czech population of Theresienstadt, to make room for the Jews. Eichmann was sent there to look things over, and he was disappointed by what he saw. The little Bohemian fortress town on the banks of the Eger was far too small; at best, it could become a transfer camp for a certain percentage of the ninety thousand Jews in Bohemia and Moravia. (For about fifty thousand Czech Jews, Theresienstadt indeed became a transfer camp on the way to Auschwitz; an estimated twenty thousand more reached the same destination directly.) We know from better sources than Eichmann’s imperfect memory that Theresienstadt, from the beginning, was designed by Heydrich to serve as a special ghetto for certain privileged categories of Jews, who would be chiefly, but not exclusively, from Germany—Jewish functionaries, prominent (“famous”) people, Jewish war veterans with high decorations, invalids, the Jewish partners of mixed marriages, and German Jews over sixty-five years of age. (Owing to the presence of the last group, Theresienstadt was nicknamed Altersghetto, or the Old People’s Ghetto.) The town proved too small even for these restricted categories, and in 1943, about a year after its establishment, there began the “thinning out” or “loosening up” (Auflockerung) process by which overcrowding was regularly relieved—shipment to Auschwitz. But in one respect Eichmann’s memory did not deceive him. Theresienstadt was, as he said, the only concentration camp that did not fall under the authority of the W.V.H.A. but remained his own responsibility to the end. Its commanders were men from his own staff, and they were always his inferiors in rank. Theresienstadt, then, was the only camp in which he had at least some of the power that the prosecution in Jerusalem ascribed to him.
Eichmann’s memory, jumping with great ease over the years—he was two years ahead of the sequence of events when he told the police examiner the story of Theresienstadt—was certainly not controlled by the chronological sequence of events, but it was not simply erratic. It was a storehouse, filled with human-interest stories of the worst type. When he thought back to Prague, there emerged the occasion when he was admitted to the presence of the great Heydrich and Heydrich showed himself to have “a more human side.” A few sessions later, he mentioned a trip to Bratislava, in Slovakia, where he happened to be at the time Heydrich was assassinated by two Czech patriots. What he remembered was that he was there as the guest of Sano Mach, Minister of the Interior in the German-established puppet government of Slovakia. (In Slovakia’s strongly anti-Semitic Catholic government, Mach represented the German version of anti-Semitism; he refused to exempt baptized Jews from anti-Jewish legislation, and he was one of the persons chiefly responsible for the wholesale deportations of Slovak Jewry.) Eichmann remembered this because it was unusual for him to receive social invitations from members of governments; this was an honor. Mach, Eichmann recalled, was a nice, easygoing fellow who invited him to bowl with him. Did he really have no other business in Bratislava in the middle of the war than to go bowling with the Minister of the Interior? No, absolutely no other business; he remembered it all very well—how they bowled, and how drinks were served just before the news of the assassination. Four months and fifty-five tapes later, the police examiner came back to this point, and Eichmann told the same story in nearly the same words, adding that this day had been “unforgettable,” because his “superior had been assassinated.” This time, however, he was confronted with a document that said he had been sent to Bratislava to talk over “the current evacuation action against Jews from Slovakia.” He admitted his error at once: “Sure, that was an order from Berlin. . . . They did not send me there to go bowling.” Had he lied twice, with great consistency? Hardly. To evacuate and deport Jews had become routine business; what stuck out was bowling, being the guest of a Minister, and hearing of the death of Heydrich. And it was characteristic of his kind of memory that he could absolutely not recall the year in which this memorable day fell.
Had his memory served him better, he would never have told the Theresienstadt story at all, for all this happened when the era of “political solutions” had passed and the era of the “physical solution” had begun. It happened when, as he was to admit freely and spontaneously in another context, he himself had already been informed of the Führer’s order for the Final Solution. To make a country judenrein at the date when Heydrich promised to do so for Bohemia and Moravia could mean only concentration and deportation to points from which Jews could easily be shipped to the killing centers.
On June 22, 1941, Hitler launched his attack on the Soviet Union, and six or eight weeks later Eichmann was summoned to Heydrich’s office in Berlin. On July 31st, Heydrich had received a letter from Field Marshal Göring, Commander-in-Chief of the Air Force, Prime Minister of Prussia, Plenipotentiary for the Four-Year Plan, and Hitler’s Deputy in the state (as distinguished from the Party) hierarchy. The letter commissioned Heydrich to prepare “the general solution [Gesamtlösung] of the Jewish question within the area of German influence in Europe,” and to submit “a general proposal . . . for the implementation of the desired final solution [Endlösung] of the Jewish question.” At the time Heydrich received these instructions, he had already been—as he was to explain to the High Command of the Army in a letter dated November 6, 1941—“entrusted for years with the task of preparing the final solution of the Jewish problem,” and since the beginning of the war with Russia he had been in charge of the mass killings by the Einsatzgruppen in the East. Heydrich summoned Eichmann and began their interview with “a little speech about emigration” (which had practically ceased, though Himmler’s formal order prohibiting it was not issued until a few months later), and then said, “The Führer has ordered the physical extermination of the Jews.” After that, Eichmann recalled, “very much against his habits, he [Heydrich] remained silent for a long while, as though he wanted to test the impact of his words,” and, Eichmann’s account continued, “I remember it even today. In the first moment, I was unable to grasp the significance of what he had said, because he was so careful in choosing his words, and then I understood, and didn’t say anything, because there was nothing to say any more. For I had never thought of such a thing, such a solution through violence. I lost everything—all joy in my work, all initiative, all interest; I was, so to speak, blown out. And then he told me, ‘Eichmann, you go and see Globocnik [Odilo Globocnik, one of Himmler’s Higher S.S. and Police Leaders in the General Government] in Lublin. . . . The Reichsführer [Himmler] has already given Globocnik the necessary orders. Have a look at what he has achieved in the meantime. I think he uses the Russian tank trenches for the extermination of the Jews.” I still remember that, for I’ll never forget it no matter how long I live, those sentences he said during that interview, which was already at an end.” Actually—as Eichmann still remembered in Argentina but had forgotten by the time he reached Jerusalem, much to his disadvantage, since it concerned the question of his own authority in the actual killing process—Heydrich had said a little more. He had told Eichmann that the whole enterprise was “put under the authority of the S.S. Head Office for Economy and Administration”—that is, not of his own R.S.H.A.—and also that the official code name for extermination was to be “Final Solution.”
Eichmann was by no means among the first to be informed of Hitler’s intention. Heydrich, as he himself said, had been working toward this end for years—presumably since the beginning of the war—and Himmler later claimed to have been told (and to have protested against) this “solution” immediately after the defeat of France, in the summer of 1940. By March, 1941, about five months before Eichmann had his interview with Heydrich, “it was no secret in higher Party circles that the Jews were to be exterminated”—so Viktor Brack, of the Führer Chancellery, testified at Nuremberg. But Eichmann, as he vainly tried to explain in Jerusalem, had never been a member of the higher Party circles; he had never been told more than he needed to know in order to do a specific, limited job. It is true that he was one of the first men in the lower echelons to be informed of this “top-secret” matter, that remained “top-secret” even after the news had spread throughout all the Party and state offices, all business enterprises connected with slave labor, and the entire officer corps (at the very least) of the armed forces. This “secrecy” did have a practical purpose, however. Those who were explicitly told of the Führer Order (as Hitler’s 1941 order for the total extermination of the Jews was called by the Nazis) were no longer mere “bearers of orders” but were advanced to the status of “bearers of secrets,” and a special oath was administered to them. Furthermore, all correspondence referring to the matter was subject to a rigid “language rule,” and, except in the reports from the Einsatzgruppen, it is rare to find documents in which such bald words as “extermination,” “liquidation,” and “killing” occur. The prescribed code names for killing were not only “final solution” but “evacuation” (Aussiedlung) and “special treatment” (Sonderbehandlung); deportation—unless it involved Jews directed to Theresienstadt, in which case it was called “change of residence”—received the names of “resettlement” (Umsiedlung) and “labor in the East” (Arbeitseinsatz im Osten), and the point of these names was that Jews were indeed often temporarily resettled in ghettos and that a certain percentage of them were temporarily used for labor. Under special circumstances, slight changes in the language rules could be made. For instance, a higher official in the Foreign Office once proposed that in all correspondence with the Vatican the killing of Jews be called the “radical solution;” this was ingenious, because the Slovak Catholic puppet government, with whom the Vatican had intervened, had not been, in the view of the Nazis, “radical enough” in its anti-Jewish legislation, having committed the “basic error” of excluding baptized Jews. Only among themselves could the “bearers of secrets” talk in uncoded language, and it is very unlikely that they did so in the ordinary pursuit of their murderous duties—certainly not in the presence of their stenographers and other office personnel. For whatever other reasons the language rules might have been devised, they proved of enormous help in the maintenance of order and sanity in the various, widely branched-out services whose coöperation was essential in this matter. Moreover, the very name “language rule” (Sprachregelung) was itself a code name; it meant what in ordinary language would be called a lie. For when a “bearer of secrets” was sent to meet someone from the outside world (as when Eichmann was sent to show the Theresienstadt ghetto to International Red Cross representatives from Switzerland), he received, together with his orders, his “language rule.” (In this instance, it consisted of a lie about a nonexistent typhus epidemic in the concentration camp of Bergen-Belsen, which the Red Cross men also wished to visit.) The net effect of the language system was not to keep these people ignorant of what they were doing but to prevent them from equating it with their old, “normal” knowledge of murder and lies. Eichmann’s great susceptibility to catchwords and stock phrases, combined with his incapacity for ordinary speech (he being mostly limited to officialese and self-invented clichés), made him, of course, an ideal subject for “language rules.”
The system, however, was not a foolproof shield against reality, as Eichmann was soon to find out. Late in the summer of 1941, he went to the Lublin area to see Brigadeführer Globocnik, as Heydrich had ordered, though not, as the prosecution maintained, “to transmit to him personally the secret order for the physical extermination of the Jews” (which Globocnik certainly knew of before Eichmann did), and he used the phrase “Final Solution” as a kind of password with which to identify himself. (A similar assertion by the prosecution, which showed to what a degree it had got lost in the bureaucratic labyrinth of the Third Reich, referred to Höss, Commandant of Auschwitz, who, it believed, had also received the Führer Order through Eichmann. This error was at least mentioned by the defense as being “without corroborative evidence.” Actually, Höss himself had testified at his own trial, in Poland, that he had received his orders directly from Himmler, in June, 1941, and added that Himmler had told him somewhat later that Eichmann would discuss with him certain “details.” These details, Höss had claimed in his memoirs, concerned the use of gas—something Eichmann strenuously denied. And Eichmann was probably right, for all other sources contradict Höss’s story and maintain that written or oral extermination orders in the camps always went through the W.V.H.A. and were given either by its chief, Obergruppenführer Pohl, or by Brigadeführer Richard Glücks, who was Höss’s direct superior. And with the use of gas Eichmann probably had nothing to do whatever. The “details” that he went to discuss with Höss at regular intervals concerned the killing capacity of the camp—how many shipments per week they could absorb—and also, perhaps, plans for expansion.) Globocnik, when Eichmann arrived, was very obliging, and showed him around with a subordinate. They came to a road through a forest, to the right of which there was an ordinary house, where workers lived. A captain of the Order Police (perhaps Kriminal-kommissar Christian Wirth himself, who had been in charge of the technical side of the gassing of “incurably sick people” in Germany, under the auspices of the Führer Chancellery) came to greet them, led them to a group of small wooden bungalows, and, according to Eichmann, began, “in a vulgar, uneducated, harsh voice,” his explanations—“how he had everything nicely insulated, for the engine of a Russian submarine will be set to work and the gases from the engine will enter this building and the Jews will be poisoned.” Eichmann continued, “For me, too, this was monstrous. I am not so tough as to be able to endure something of this sort without any reaction. . . . If today I am shown a gaping wound, I can’t possibly look at it. I am that type of person, so that very often I was told that I couldn’t have become a doctor. I still remember how I pictured the thing to myself, and then I became physically weak, as though I had lived through some great agitation. Such things happen to everybody, and it left behind a certain inner trembling.”
Well, he had been lucky, for all he had seen this time was the preparations for the future carbon-monoxide chambers at Treblinka, one of six death camps in the East, in which several hundred thousand people were to die. In the autumn of the same year, he was sent by Müller to inspect the killing center in the Western regions of Poland that had been incorporated into the Reich. The death camp was at Chelmno (or, in German, Kulm), where, in 1944, over three hundred thousand Jews from all over Europe, who had first been “resettled” in the Lódź ghetto, were killed. Here things were already in full swing, but the method was different; instead of gas chambers, mobile gas vans were used. This is what Eichmann saw: The Jews were in a large room. They were told to strip. Then a truck arrived, stopping directly at the entrance of the room, and the naked Jews were told to enter it. The doors were closed and the truck started off. “I cannot tell [how many Jews entered],” Eichmann recalled. “I hardly looked. I could not; I could not; I had had enough. The shrieking, and . . . I was much too upset, as I told Müller when I reported to him. He did not get much profit out of my report. I then drove along after the van, and then I saw the most horrible sight I had thus far seen in my life. It [the van] was making for a long open ditch; the doors were opened, and the corpses were thrown out, as though they were still alive, so smooth were their limbs. They were hurled into the ditch, and I still have visions of how a civilian with tooth pliers made extractions. And then I was off—jumped into my car and did not open my mouth any more. Since that time, I could sit for hours beside my driver without exchanging a word with him. There I got enough. I was finished. I only remember that a physician in white overalls told me to look through a hole into the truck while they were still in it. I refused to do that. I could not. I had to disappear.”
Soon after, he was to see something that in his opinion was even more horrible. He was dispatched to Minsk, in White Russia, again by Müller, who told him, “In Minsk, they are killing Jews by shooting. I want you to report on how it is being done.” So he went, and at first it seemed as though he would be lucky, for by the time he arrived, it happened, “the affair had almost been finished,” which pleased him very much. “There were only a few young marksmen who took aim at the skulls of dead people in a large ditch,” he said. Still, he saw “a woman with her arms stretched backward, and then my knees went weak and off I went.” While driving back, he had the notion, he told the police examiner in Jerusalem, of stopping at Lwów; this seemed a good idea, because Lwów (or Lemberg) had been an Austrian city, and when he arrived there he “saw the first friendly picture after the horrors.” That, he explained, “was the railway station built in honor of the sixtieth year of Franz Josef’s reign”—a period Eichmann had always “adored,” since he had heard so many nice things about it in his parents’ home, and had also been told how the relatives of his stepmother (we are made to understand that he meant Jewish ones) had earned good money and enjoyed a comfortable social status. This sight of the railway station drove away all the horrible thoughts, and he remembered it down to its last detail—the engraved year of the anniversary, for instance. But then, right there in lovely Lwów, he made a big mistake,. He went to see the local S.S. commander, and told him, “Well, I said to him, it is horrible what is being done around here; I said young people are made into sadists. . . . How can one do that? Simply bang away at women and children? How is that possible? I said. It must not be. Our people will go mad or become insane, our own people.” The trouble was that at Lwów they were doing the same thing they had been doing in Minsk, and his host was delighted to show him the sights, although Eichmann tried politely to excuse himself. Thus, he saw another “horrible sight.” As he described the scene, “A ditch had been there, which was already filled in. And there was, gushing from the earth, a spring of blood like a fountain. Such a thing I had never seen before. I had had enough of my commission, and I went back to Berlin and reported to Gruppenführer Müller.”
This was not yet the end. Although Eichmann told Müller that he was not “tough enough” for these sights, that he had never been a soldier, had never been to the front, had never seen action, that he could not sleep and had dreams, Müller, some nine months later, sent him back to the Lublin region, where Globocnik had meanwhile finished his preparations. Eichmann said that this now became the most horrible thing he had ever seen in his life. It was as follows: When he first arrived, he could not recognize the place, with its few wooden bungalows. Instead, guided by the same man with the vulgar voice, he came to a railroad station, with the sign “Treblinka” on it, that looked exactly like an ordinary station anywhere in Germany. There were the same buildings, the same signs, the same clocks; it was a perfect imitation. “I kept myself back, as far as I could; I did not draw near to see all that. Still, I saw how a column of naked Jews filed into a large hall to be gassed. There they were killed, as I was told, by something called cyanic acid.”
The fact is that Eichmann did not see much. It is true that he repeatedly visited Auschwitz, the largest and most famous of the death camps, but Auschwitz, covering an area of about eighteen square miles, in Upper Silesia, was by no means only an extermination camp. It was a huge enterprise, with up to a hundred thousand inmates, including non-Jews and slave laborers—categories that were not subject to gassing. It was easy to avoid the killing installations, and Höss, with whom Eichmann had a very friendly relationship, spared him the gruesome sights. Eichmann never actually attended a mass execution by shooting, and he never actually watched the gassing process, or the selection of those fit for work—about twenty-five per cent of each shipment, on the average—that preceded it at Auschwitz. He saw just enough to learn how the destruction machinery worked: that there were two different killing methods, shooting and gassing; that the shooting was done by the Einsatzgruppen and the gassing at the camps, either in chambers or in mobile vans; and that in the camps elaborate precautions were taken to fool the victims right up to the end.
The police tapes of Captain Less’s examination of Eichmann, from which I have quoted, were played in court during the tenth of the trial’s hundred and twenty-one sessions, on the ninth day of the almost nine months it lasted. Nothing the accused said, in the curiously disembodied voice that came out of the tape recorder—doubly disembodied, because the body that owned the voice was present but itself appeared strangely disembodied through the thick glass walls surrounding it—was denied either by him or by the defense. Dr. Servatius did not object to any of the testimony; he only observed that “later, when the defense will rise to speak,” he, too, would submit to the court some of the evidence given by the accused to the police; he never did so. The defense, one felt, could rise right away, for the criminal proceedings against the accused in this “historic trial” seemed complete, the case for the prosecution established. The facts of the case, of what Eichmann had done—though they did not include everything that the prosecution wished he had done—were never in dispute; they had been established long before the trial started, and had been confessed to by him over and over again. They constituted more than enough, as he occasionally pointed out himself, to hang him. (“Don’t you have enough on me?” he said, objecting to the police examiner’s efforts to ascribe to him powers he never possessed.) But since he had been employed in transportation and not in killing, the question remained, legally—or formally, at least—whether he had known what he was doing, and there was also the question of whether he had been in a position to judge the enormity of his deeds, whether he was legally responsible, apart from the fact that he was medically sane. Both questions now were answered in the affirmative: he had seen the places to which the shipments were directed, and he had been shocked out of his wits. In addition, one last question—the most disturbing question of all—was asked by the judges, and especially by Judge Landau, over and over again: Had the killing of Jews gone against his conscience? This, however, was a moral question, and the answer to it may not have been legally relevant.
But if the facts of the case were now established, two more legal questions arose. First, could Eichmann be released from criminal responsibility, as Section 10 of the law under which he was tried provided, because he had done his acts “in order to save himself from the danger of immediate death”? And, second, could he plead extenuating circumstances, as Section 11 of the same law enumerated them: Had he done “his best to reduce the gravity of the consequences of the offense” or “to avert consequences more serious than those which resulted”? Clearly, Sections 10 and 11 of the Nazis and Nazi Collaborators (Punishment) Law of 1950 had been drawn up with Jewish “collaborators” in mind. Jewish Sonderkommandos (special units) had everywhere been employed in the actual killing process; they had committed criminal acts “in order to save [themselves] from the danger of immediate death.” As for the Jewish Councils of Elders, they had coöperated because they thought they could “avert consequences more serious than those which resulted.” In Eichmann’s case, his own testimony supplied the answer to both questions, and it was no. It is true that he once said his only alternative would have been suicide, but this was a lie, since we know that it was surprisingly easy even for members of the extermination squads to quit their jobs without serious consequences for themselves. And Eichmann did not insist on this point; he evidently did not mean it to be taken literally. He knew quite well that he was by no means in the classical “difficult” position of a soldier who may “be liable to be shot by a court-martial if he disobeys an order, and to be hanged by a judge and jury if he obeys it”—as Albert Venn Dicey put it in his famous “Introduction to the Study of Law of the Constitution”—if only because as a member of the S.S. he had never been subject to a military court but could have been brought only before a “Police and S.S. Tribunal,” as he told the police examiner. In his last statement to the court, Eichmann admitted that he could have backed out on one pretext or another, and that others had done so. It had meant no more than a switch to another well-paying job; he had always thought that such a step was “inadmissible,” and even now he did not think it was “admirable.” The postwar notion of open disobedience, he said, was a fairy tale: “Under the circumstances such behavior was impossible. Nobody acted that way.” It was “unthinkable.” Had he been made a commander of a death camp, like his good friend Höss, he would have had to commit suicide, since he was incapable of killing. But it was very unlikely that Eichmann would have been offered this kind of job, since, as he said, those who issued orders “knew full well the limits to which a person can be driven.” No, he had not been in “danger of immediate death,” and since he claimed with great pride that he had always “done his duty”—that is, obeyed all orders, as his oath demanded—he had, of course, always done his best to aggravate “the consequences of the offense,” rather than to reduce them. The only “extenuating circumstance” he cited was that he had tried to “avoid unnecessary hardships [for the victims] as much as possible” in carrying out his work of evacuation and transportation, and, quite apart from the question of whether this was true, and also quite apart from the fact that if it was, it would hardly have constituted extenuating circumstances in this particular case, the claim was not valid, because “to avoid unnecessary hardships” was among the standard directives he was given.
Hence, after the tape recorder had addressed the court, the death sentence was a foregone conclusion, even legally, except that there existed the possibility of mitigated punishment in the case of acts done under superior orders—under another provision of Section 11 of the Israeli law—but in view of the enormity of the crime this possibility was an extremely remote one. (It is important to remember that counsel for the defense pleaded not superior orders but “acts of state,” and asked for acquittal on that ground—a strategy that Dr. Servatius had tried unsuccessfully in Nuremberg, where he defended Fritz Sauckel, Plenipotentiary for Labor Allocation in Göring’s Office of the Four-Year Plan, who had been responsible for the extermination of tens of thousands of Jewish workers in Poland and was duly hanged in 1946. “Acts of state,” which German jurisprudence even more tellingly calls gerichtsfreie or justizlose Hoheitsakte, rest on “an exercise of sovereign power” and therefore are altogether outside the legal realm. “Superior orders,” on the contrary, are under judicial control—at least in theory. If what Eichmann had done were acts of state, then neither he nor his superiors—least of all Hitler, the head of the state—could be judged by any court. The “act of state” theory accorded so well with Dr. Servatius’ general philosophy that it was not really surprising that he should have tried it out again; what was surprising was that he did not fall back on the argument of superior orders as an extenuating circumstance after the judgment had been read and before the sentence was pronounced.) At this point, one was perhaps entitled to be glad that this was no ordinary trial, where statements without bearing on the criminal proceedings must be thrown out as irrelevant and immaterial. For, obviously, the Eichmann case contained elements that had not been envisioned by the framers of the laws, and posed a question that, if it was of small legal relevance, was of great political interest: How long it takes an average person to overcome his innate repugnance toward crime, and what exactly happens to him once he has done so. To this question, the trial of Adolf Eichmann supplied an answer that could not have been clearer or more precise.
In the autumn of 1941, shortly after his first official visits to the killing centers in the East, Eichmann organized his first mass deportations from Germany and the Protectorate, in accordance with a “wish” of Hitler, who had told Himmler to make the Reich judenrein as quickly as possible. The first shipment contained twenty thousand Jews from the Rhineland and five thousand Gypsies, and in connection with this first shipment a strange thing happened. Eichmann, who never made a decision on his own, who was extremely careful always to be “covered” by orders, who (as freely given testimony from practically all the people who had worked with him confirmed) did not even like to volunteer suggestions and always required “directives,” now, “for the first and last time” (to use his own words), took an initiative contrary to orders. Instead of sending these people to Russian territory—Riga or Minsk—where they would have immediately been shot by the Einsatzgruppen, he directed the shipment to the ghetto of Lódź, where he knew that no preparations for extermination had yet been made, if only because the man in charge of the ghetto, a certain Regierungspräsident Uebelhör, had found ways of deriving considerable profit from “his” Jews. (Lódź, in fact, was the first ghetto to be established and the last to be liquidated; those of its inmates who did not succumb to disease or starvation survived until the summer of 1944.) This decision was to get Eichmann in trouble. The ghetto was overcrowded, and Uebelhör was in no mood to receive newcomers and in no position to accommodate them. He was angry enough to complain to Himmler that Eichmann had deceived him and his men with “horse-trading tricks learned from the Gypsies.” Himmler—and Heydrich, too—protected Eichmann, and the incident was soon forgiven and forgotten. Forgotten, first of all, by Eichmann himself, who did not once mention it either in the police examination or in his various memoirs. When he had taken the stand and was being examined by his lawyer, who handed him the documents that refreshed his memory, he insisted he had had a “choice”: “Here for the first and last time I had a choice. . . . One was Lódź. . . . If there are difficulties in Lódź, these people must be sent onward to the East. And since I had seen the preparations [for the killing], I was determined to do all I could to send these people to Lódź by all means at my disposal.” Counsel for the defense tried to generalize from this one incident that Eichmann had saved Jews whenever he could—which was patently untrue. The prosecutor, who cross-examined him later with respect to the same incident, wished to establish that Eichmann himself had determined the final destination of all shipments and hence had decided whether or not a particular group was to be exterminated—which was also untrue. Eichmann’s own explanation, which was that he had not disobeyed an order but only taken advantage of a “choice,” finally, was not true, either. There had been difficulties in Lódź, of which he was well aware, so that the order he had received from his superiors read, in so many words, “Final destination is Minsk or Riga.” Although Eichmann had forgotten all about it, this was clearly an instance—even if the only instance—in which he actually had tried to save Jews. Then, three weeks later, there was a meeting in Prague, called by Heydrich, during which Eichmann stated that “the camps used for the detention of [Russian] Communists [a category that was to be liquidated on the spot by the Einsatzgruppen] can also include Jews” and that he had “reached an agreement” to this effect with the local commanders of the Einsatzgruppen; there was also some discussion of the Lódź incident, and it was finally resolved to send fifty thousand Jews from the Reich (including Austria, Bohemia, and Moravia) to the centers of the Einsatzgruppen operations at Riga and Minsk. Thus, we seem to have the answer to Judge Landau’s question—which was the question uppermost in the mind of nearly everyone who followed the trial—of whether the accused had a conscience. Yes, he had a conscience, and his conscience functioned in the expected way for about three weeks, after which it began to function the other way around.
Even during those weeks when Eichmann’s conscience functioned normally, it did its work within rather odd limits. We must remember that months before he was informed of the Führer Order, he knew of the murderous activities of the Einsatzgruppen in the East; he knew that right behind the front lines all Russian functionaries (“Communists”), all Poles who were members of the professional classes, and all native Jews were being killed by the Einsatzgruppen (who always closely followed the Army) in mass shootings. Moreover, in July of the same year, a few weeks before he was called in by Heydrich, he had received a memorandum from an S.S. man stationed in the Western regions of Poland telling him that there was some danger that “Jews in the coming winter can no longer be fed,” and submitting a proposal for his consideration: “Whether it would not be the most humane solution to finish off those Jews who were incapable of work through some quick-acting means. This, at any rate, would be more agreeable than to let them die of starvation.” In an accompanying letter, beginning “Dear Comrade Eichmann,” the writer observed that “these things sound sometimes fantastic, but they are quite feasible.” This observation shows that the much more “fantastic” order of the Führer was not yet known to the writer, but the letter also shows to what extent this order was in the air. Eichmann never mentioned this letter in his testimony, and probably had not been in the least shocked by it. For this proposal concerned only native Jews, not Jews from the Reich or any of the Western countries, and Eichmann’s conscience apparently did not rebel at the idea of murder but at the idea of German Jews’ being murdered. (“I never denied that I knew that the Einsatzgruppen had orders to kill, but I did not know that Jews from the Reich evacuated to the East were subject to the same treatment. That is what I did not know.”) It was the same with the conscience of a certain Wilhelm Kube, Generalkommissar in occupied Russia and an old Party member; he was outraged when German Jews who had received the Iron Cross arrived in Minsk for “special treatment.” Since Kube was more articulate than Eichmann, his words may give us an idea of what went on in Eichmann’s head during the time he was plagued by his conscience. “I am certainly tough and I am ready to help solve the Jewish question,” Kube wrote to his superior in December, 1941, “but people who come from our own cultural milieu are certainly something else than the native animalized hordes.” This sort of conscience, which, if it rebelled at all, rebelled at the murder of people “from our own cultural milieu,” has survived the Hitler regime; among Germans today a piece of “misinformation” stubbornly persists to the effect that “only” Ostjuden, Eastern European Jews, were massacred.
This question of conscience, so troublesome in Jerusalem, had by no means been ignored by the Nazi regime. On the contrary, in view of the great rarity of utterances such as Kube’s, and of the fact that hardly any of the participants in the anti-Hitler conspiracy of July, 1944, ever mentioned the wholesale massacres in the East in their correspondence or in the pronouncements that they prepared for use in the event that the attempt on Hitler’s life was successful, one is tempted to conclude that the Nazis greatly overestimated the practical importance of the problem. The worst reproaches that were ever levelled against Hitler by his convinced opponents were that he was a “swindler,” a “dilettante,” a “madman” (this only in the very last stages of the war), and, occasionally, a “demon,” the “incarnation of all evil,” which in the German context was at once something more and something less than a criminal. None of them ever said that he was a murderer. His crimes consisted in his having “sacrificed whole armies against the counsel of his experts.” Concentration camps in Germany for political opponents were sometimes mentioned, but the extermination camps and the Einsatzgruppen were almost completely ignored, and this by the very men who possessed the most precise knowledge of what was going on in the East. These 1944 conspirators paid for their activities with their lives. Their courage was admirable, but it was not inspired by a crisis of conscience over what they knew that other people had been made to suffer; they were motivated exclusively by their conviction that Germany was faced with defeat and ruin. (The few exceptions in Germany—men like the philosopher Karl Jaspers, in Heidelberg, and the novelist Friedrich P. Reck-Malleczewen, who was killed in a concentration camp on the eve of the collapse—were not involved in the anti-Hitler conspiracy. Reck-Malleczewen, in his almost totally unknown “Diary of a Man in Despair,” spoke of the “assassination of whole peoples,” and when he heard of the failure of the attempt on Hitler’s life, he naturally regretted it but he had no illusions about those who were involved: “Now, when the bankruptcy can no longer be concealed, they betray the house that went broke, in order to establish a political alibi for themselves . . . the same men who were downright Machiavellian with everything that was in the way of their claim to power.” The best documented and most objective study of the subject—George K. Romoser’s “The Crisis of Political Direction in the German Resistance to Nazism,” an unpublished Doctor’s dissertation at the University of Chicago—has entirely vindicated this harsh judgment, except, perhaps, for some minor qualifications, which concern ideological quarrels.) Although there were occasional complaints that the rule of law was “now trampled underfoot,” crimes hardly bothered the conspirators, as we can see from a draft of a letter addressed to Field Marshal von Kluge by Carl Friedrich Goerdeler, former mayor of Leipzig and later head of the German resistance. In this document, dated July 25, 1943, when the Himmler-directed extermination program had reached its climax, Goerdeler proposed to consider Goebbels and Himmler as potential allies, “since these two men have realized that they are lost with Hitler.” Himmler indeed became a “potential ally,” though Goebbels did not, and was fully informed of their plans; he acted against the conspirators only after their failure. Goerdeler appealed to von Kluge’s “voice of conscience,” but all he meant was that even a general must understand that “to continue the war with no chance for victory is an obvious crime.” Conscience as such had apparently got lost in Germany, and lost to a point where people hardly remembered it and had ceased to realize that the surprising “new set of German values” was not shared by the outside world. How else can one explain the unlikely circumstance that in the last years of the war Himmler, of all people, started dreaming of a magnificent new role as negotiator with the Allies for a defeated Germany? Himmler, whatever else he may have been, was no fool.
Himmler was the member of the Nazi hierarchy who had the greatest talent for solving problems of conscience. He coined slogans like the famous watchword of the S.S., “My Honor Is My Loyalty,” which he had lifted out of a Hitler speech before the S.S. in 1931—catch phrases that Eichmann called “winged words” and Judge Landau called “empty talk”—and issued them, as Eichmann remembered it, “around the turn of the year,” presumably along with a Christmas bonus. Eichmann remembered only one of them, but that one he kept repeating: “These are battles which future generations will not have to fight again.” The allusion was to the “battles” against women, children, old people, and similar “useless mouths.” Other such phrases were given currency in speeches that Himmler made to the commanders of the Einsatzgruppen and the Higher S.S. and Police Leaders: “To have stuck it out and, apart from exceptions caused by human weakness, to have remained decent fellows, that is what has made us hard. This is a page of glory in our history which has never been written and is never to be written.” And “The order to solve the Jewish question, this was the most frightening order an organization could ever receive.” And “We realize that what we are expecting from you is ‘to be superhuman,’ to be ‘superhumanly inhuman.’ ” All one can say is that his expectations were not disappointed. It is noteworthy that Himmler hardly ever attempted to justify anything in ideological terms, and if he did, it was apparently quickly forgotten. What stuck in the minds of these men who had become murderers was simply the notion of being involved in something historic, grandiose, unique—“a great task that occurs once in two thousand years”—which must therefore be difficult to bear. This was important, because the murderers were not sadists or killers by nature; on the contrary, a systematic effort was made to weed out all those who derived physical pleasure from what they did. The troops of the Einsatzgruppen had been drafted from the Armed S.S., a military unit with hardly more crimes in its record than any ordinary unit of the German Army, and their commanders had been chosen by Heydrich from the élite (with academic degrees) in the S.S. Hence, the problem was how to overcome not so much their conscience as, in the words of Rousseau, man’s “innate repugnance to seeing a fellow-creature suffer.” The trick used by Himmler—who apparently was rather strongly afflicted with such reactions himself—was very simple and apparently very effective; it consisted in turning this instinct around, as it were, and directing it toward the self, so that instead of saying “What horrible things I did to people!” the murderers would be able to say “What horrible things I had to watch in the pursuance of my duties! How heavily the task weighed upon my shoulders!”
Eichmann’s defective memory for Himmler’s ingenious watchwords may have resulted from the existence of other and more effective devices for solving the problem of conscience. Foremost among these was, as Hitler had rightly foreseen, the simple fact of war. Eichmann insisted time and again on the “different personal attitude” toward death when “dead people were seen everywhere,” and when everybody contemplated the prospect of his own death with indifference: “We did not care if we died today or tomorrow, and there were times when we cursed the morning that found us still alive.” Especially effective in this atmosphere of violent death was the fact that the Final Solution, in its later stages, was not arrived at by shooting—that is, through violence—but in the gas factories, which, from beginning to end, were closely associated with the “euthanasia program” ordered by Hitler in the first weeks of the war and carried out among the mentally sick in Germany up to the invasion of Russia. The extermination program that was started in the autumn of 1941 ran on two altogether different tracks. One track led to the gas factories, and the other to the Einsatzgruppen, whose operations in the rear of the Army, especially in Russia, were justified by the pretext of partisan warfare, and whose victims were by no means only Jews. In addition to real partisans, the Einsatzgruppen dealt with Russian functionaries, Gypsies, the asocial, the insane, and Jews. Jews were included as “potential enemies,” and, unfortunately, it was months before the Russian Jews came to understand this, and then it was too late to scatter. (The older generation remembered the First World War, when the German Army had been greeted as liberators, and neither the young nor the old had heard anything about how, to quote a German Intelligence service report from White Russia, “Jews are treated in Germany, or, for that matter, in Warsaw;” they were “remarkably ill-informed,” the report continued. An even more remarkable example of being ill-informed was provided by the occasional arrival in those regions of German Jews who were under the illusion that they had been sent here as “pioneers” for the Third Reich.) These mobile killing units, of which there existed just four, each of battalion size, and thus with a total of no more than three thousand men, needed and got the coöperation of the German armed forces; indeed, relations between the two were usually “excellent” and in some instances “almost affectionate” (fast herzlich). The generals’ attitude toward the Jews, according to an S.S. report, was “surprisingly good;” not only did they hand their Jews over to the Einsatzgruppen but they often lent their own men, ordinary soldiers, to assist in the massacres. The total number of their Jewish victims is estimated by Hilberg to have reached almost one and a half million, yet this achievement was not the result of the Führer Order for the physical extermination of the whole Jewish people. It was the result of an earlier order, which Hitler had given Himmler in March, 1941, to prepare the S.S. and the police “to carry out special duties in Russia.”
The Führer Order for extermination of all—not only Russian and Polish—Jews, though it was issued later, can be traced much farther back. It originated not in the R.S.H.A. or in any of Heydrich’s or Himmler’s other offices but in the Führer Chancellery, Hitler’s personal office. It had nothing to do with the war and never used military necessities as a pretext. It is one of the great merits of Gerald Reitlinger’s “The Final Solution” to have proved, in 1953, with irrefutable documentary evidence, that the program of extermination in the Eastern gas factories grew out of Hitler’s euthanasia program, and it is deplorable that the Eichmann trial, so concerned with “historical truth,” paid no attention to this fact. If it had, some light would surely have been thrown on the much debated question of whether Eichmann, of the R.S.H.A., was involved in Gasgeschichten. This was unlikely, though one of his men, Rolf Günther, might have become interested of his own accord. Globocnik, for instance, who established the gassing installations in the Lublin area, and whom Eichmann visited, did not address himself to Himmler or any other police or S.S. authority when he needed more personnel; he wrote to Viktor Brack, of the Führer Chancellery, who passed the request on to Himmler.
The first gas chambers were constructed in 1939, to implement a Hitler decree dated September 1st of that year, which stated that “incurably sick persons should be granted a mercy death.” (It was probably this “medical” origin of gassing that inspired Dr. Servatius’ amazing conviction that killing must be regarded as “a medical matter”), but the idea had been present in Hitler’s mind some years before that. As early as 1935, he had told his Reich Medical Leader, Gerhard Wagner, that “if war came, he would take up and carry out this question of euthanasia, because it was easier to do so in wartime.” The decree was immediately carried out in respect to the mentally sick, and between December, 1939, and August, 1941, more than fifty thousand Germans were killed with carbon-monoxide gas in institutions where the death rooms were disguised exactly as they later were in Auschwitz—as shower rooms and bathrooms. The program was a flop. It was impossible to keep the gassing a secret from the surrounding German population, and since at that time, apparently, few people had attained the “objective” insight into the nature of medicine and the duty of a physician, there were protests from all sides. The gassing in the East—or, to put it in the language of the Nazis, “the humane way” of killing by granting people “a mercy death”—began almost on the very day when the gassing in Germany was stopped. The men who had been busy with the euthanasia program in Germany were now sent to the East to build installations for the extermination of whole peoples, and these were men who came either from Hitler’s Chancellery or from the Reich Health Department and were only now put under the administrative authority of Himmler.
None of the various “language rules” that were so carefully contrived to deceive and to camouflage had a deeper effect on the attitude of the killers than that 1939 decree, in which the word “murder” was replaced by the phrase “to grant a mercy death.” Eichmann was asked by the police examiner if the directive to avoid “unnecessary hardships” was not a bit ironic, in view of the fact that the destination of these people was certain death anyhow, and he did not even understand the question, so firmly was it still anchored in his mind that the unforgivable sin was not to kill people but to cause unnecessary pain. During the trial, he showed unmistakable signs of sincere outrage when witnesses told of cruelties and atrocities committed by S.S. men—though the court and much of the audience failed to see the signs, because his single-minded effort to keep his self-control had misled them into believing that he was “unmovable” and indifferent—and it was not the accusation of having sent millions of people to their death that ever caused him real agitation but only the accusation (dismissed by the court) of one witness that he had once beaten a Jewish boy to death. To be sure, he had also sent people into the area where the Einsatzgruppen were active, and these people were not “granted a mercy death” but were killed by shooting; he was probably relieved, however, when this became unnecessary because of the ever-growing capacity of the gas chambers. He also must have known that the new method indicated a decisive improvement in the Nazi government’s estimate of the Jews, since in the beginning of the gassing program it had been expressly stated in directives that the benefits of euthanasia were to be reserved for true Germans. As the war progressed and violent death raged on the front in Russia, in the deserts of Africa, in Italy, on the beaches of France, in the ruins of the German cities, the gassing centers in Auschwitz and Chelmno, in Majdanek and Belzek, in Treblinka and Sobibor must have actually appeared to be the “charitable foundations for institutional care” that the experts in mercy death called them. Moreover, from January of 1942 on there were euthanasia teams operating in the East to “help our wounded in ice and snow,” and though this killing of wounded soldiers was also “top-secret,” it was known to many ordinary soldiers, and therefore certainly to those charged with carrying out the Final Solution.
It has frequently been pointed out that the gassing of the mentally sick had to be stopped in Germany because of protests from the population and from a few courageous dignitaries of the churches, whereas no such protests were voiced when the program switched to the gassing of Jews, though some of the killing centers were situated on what was then German territory and were surrounded by German populations. The protests, however, occurred in the beginning of the war; quite apart from the effects of “education in euthanasia,” the attitude toward a “painless death through gassing” very likely changed in the course of the war. This sort of thing is difficult to prove; there are no documents to support it, because of the secrecy of the whole enterprise, and none of the war criminals ever mentioned it—not even the defendants in the Doctors’ Trial at Nuremberg, who were forever quoting the international literature on euthanasia. Perhaps the doctors had forgotten the climate of public opinion in which they killed; perhaps they had never cared to know it, since they felt that their “objective and scientific” attitude was far too advanced to be understood by people in general. However, a few rare stories, to be found in the war diaries of trustworthy men who were fully aware of the fact that their own shocked reaction was no longer shared by their neighbors, have survived the moral debacle of a whole nation. Reck-Malleczewen tells in his “Diary” of a female “leader” who came to Bavaria to give the peasants a pep talk in the summer of 1944. She seems not to have wasted much time on “miracle weapons” and victory; she frankly faced the prospect of defeat, about which no good German needed to worry, because the Führer “in his great goodness had prepared for the whole German people a mild death through gassing in case the war should have an unhappy end.” And the writer adds, “Oh, no, I’m not imagining things, this lovely lady is not a mirage, I saw her with my own eyes: a yellow-skinned female pushing forty, with insane eyes. . . . And what happened? Did these Bavarian peasants at least put her into the local lake to cool off her enthusiastic readiness for death? They did nothing of the sort. They went home, shaking their heads.” Another story is even more revealing, since it concerns somebody who was not a “leader,” and probably was not even an ordinary Party member. Its locale is Königsberg, in East Prussia—an altogether different corner of Germany—in January, 1945, a few days before the Russians destroyed the city, occupied its ruins, and annexed the whole province. The storyteller, Hans Graf von Lehndorff (in his “Ostpreussisches Tagebuch,” published in 1961), had remained in the city as a physician to take care of wounded soldiers who could not be evacuated. He was called to one of the huge centers for refugees who had fled there from the countryside already occupied by the Red Army, and there a woman came up to him and showed him a varicose vein, which she had had for years but wanted to have treated now, because she had time. “I try to explain that it is more important for her to get away from Königsberg and to leave the treatment for some later time,” von Lehndorff recounts. “ ‘Where do you want to go?’ I ask her. She does not know, but she knows that they will all be brought into the Reich. And then she adds surprisingly, ‘The Russian will never get us. The Führer will never permit it; much sooner he will gas us.’ I look around furtively, but no one seems to find this statement out of the ordinary.” One feels that the story, like most true stories, is incomplete. There should have been one more voice, preferably a female voice, which, sighing heavily, replied: “And now all that good, expensive gas has been wasted on the Jews!” ♦
Published in the print edition of the February 23, 1963, issue, with the headline “Eichmann in Jerusalem-II.” the February 16, 1963, headline “Eichmann in Jerusalem-I.”
