Archive for Nazi Germany
Life Amidst the Ruins: Nazi Flowers Edition
Posted by: | CommentsHere’s a photo from a series of newly discovered images of Berlin taken right after the Soviet capture in May 1945. The Germans are very fond of flowers.
Many years ago, Keyser got stuck in London (it had snowed an inch or two and Heathrow had lent its two snow plows to Switzerland, go figure), and had dinner with some VP from an oil company. For some reason, the man told Keyser about his experiences as a during the Second World War, and the only thing Keyser remembers is his comparison of French and German civilians. The French, according to the man, were smelly and dirty, but you cross the Rhine and everything’s different! The Germans are tidy and orderly, and (here’s the relevant bit) will start planting flowers in the midst of the ruins as soon as they can. For some reason, the detail about flowers stuck in Keyser’s mind, and here it is illustrated in this picture.
Flowers always make things nicer.
The Third Reich: Not All Grimness and Genocide Edition
Posted by: | CommentsJust came across a whole page full of goofy pictures of German soldiers from the Second World War – all silly faces and cute animals. In trying times like these, it’s nice to know that even in the midst of a life-and-death struggle of National Socialism vs. Interntional Bolshevist-Jewry, it was still possible to take time out for a yuck or two. Go figure.
Anyone Checked Recently in the Back Rooms At Goldman Sachs?: Nazi Gold Edition
Posted by: | CommentsSeems that as the allied armies approached in the spring of 1945, even the Germans got a bit careless:
Among the chaos of the collapse of Hitler’s empire in April 1945 the biggest heist in history took place. Gold bars, jewels and stolen foreign currency with an estimated worth of $3.34 billion vanished from the Reichsbank vaults, in Germany.
In the ensuing decades small quantities of this bounty have turned up in Portugal, Switzerland, Turkey, Spain and Sweden but the majority remains missing. Across the world search teams look for this missing treasure and the supreme prize of the legendary Amber Room, an acquisition from St. Petersburg during WWII, believed to be a room entirely cast in gold and amber. After 60 years the bulk of this bounty still hasn’t turned up, so just where is Hitler’s missing gold?
Since Goldman Sachs has been the recipient of vast quantities of ill-gotten lucre over the years, maybe that would be a good place to start looking…
Anyway, Keyser’s got to say, fuck the gold, but if anybody can turn up the Amber Room, that would be totally cool.

“Consequently, We Are At War With Germany”
Posted by: | CommentsSince it’s been a period of Second World War commemoration here at the Lair the last few days, here is Neville Chamberlain’s announcement seventy years ago today that as a result of Germany’s refusal to withdraw from Poland, Britain (and France) were at war with Germany, having given a guarantee to protect Poland’s borders. It would turn out to be ironic that whereas Britain had first gone to war to preserve Poland, it eventually proved impossible to prevent the Soviet Union from annexing large swathes of eastern Poland (for which Poland was compensated with large swathes of eastern Germany) or from rejecting the Polish government in exile and imposing a Communist dictatorship. The war seems like a cut-and-dry contest of good vs. evil in the minds of people like Steven Spielberg, but for eastern Europe the cooperation of the West with the Bolshevik tyranny was not by any means an unalloyed good.
Anyway, poor Neville Chamberlain sounds so defected here! He’d done his best to comply with the pacifist tendencies of the 1930s and to come to an agreement with Hitler, but it turned out that there was no dealing with the blackguard. It’s a miracle that Chamberlain managed to survive as prime minister until the debacle in France the next year, when he was replaced with Churchill.
Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Really Big Cow!
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Adolf Hitler was a “chubby chaser.” At any rate, it turns out he liked his cows big, which is a bit odd for a man who was a vegetarian.
Hitler wanted them to be Aryan cows – ancient beasts resurrected from a time before Europe was populated by “racially degenerate” wildlife.
Hermann Goering was so keen to recreate the one-time prey of Roman hunters that he employed two Nazi scientists to breed the once mighty aurochs back into existence.
The project seemed to have ended with the Second World War when nearly all the cattle kept in Berlin and Munich’s zoos were destroyed.
But some 70 years later, the fruit of this deluded labour to bring back to life the gargantuan bovines which roamed Eurasia can now be found peacefully chewing the cud in a few fields on the Devon-Cornwall border.
A herd of 13 Heck cattle, named after the two German zoologist brothers who bred the long-horned, stocky cattle in the Nazi-funded project, has been acquired by a West Country conservationist as part of a rare breeds farm.
Derek Gow, who already has a collection of beavers, polecats and water voles, bought the nine cows and four bulls from a Belgian conservation park which had bred a herd of the shaggy Heck cattle from the few surviving animals left in Munich’s Hellabrunn Zoo after 1945.
Beaver collector, huh? Keyser can see the point in that at least. Anyway, meanwhile back at the Nazi breeding grounds:
Mr Gow, 44, who runs a farm at Lifton, near Dartmoor, said: “The Nazis wanted to recreate the aurochs to evoke the power of the folklores and legends of the Germanic peoples. Between the two wars there was thinking that you could selectively breed animals – and indeed people – for Aryan characteristics that were rooted in runes and folklore. Young men hunted these bulls as preparation for battle and leadership in war. Hunting was a very big part of what people like Goering did. This was something that was considered very manly to do.”
The aurochs, which weighed up to a tonne and were up to two metres high, was lauded by Julius Caesar as being “a little below the elephant in size” with “extraordinary strength and speed”. The animals were hunted into extinction across most of Europe by the 16th century with just a few remaining in early Polish zoos by the 1700s.
Such was the obsession of Goering – the head of the Luftwaffe and Hitler’s designated successor – with reproducing a menagerie of ancient “noble” animals to be pursued by the Nazi high command on his personal hunting reserves in Prussia and modern-day Poland that he personally authorised Heinz and Lutz Heck to pursue their programme, begun in the 1930s, to “breed back” through existing cattle varieties to create an aurochs.
Heinz Heck, the director of the Munich zoo who with his brother was an admirer of Eugen Fischer, one of the fathers of the Nazi pseudo-science of race, set about cross-breeding strains including Highland cattle, Freisians and even Corsican cows. Lutz Heck, who ran Berlin’s main zoo, crossed Spanish fighting bulls with other breeds and, along with Heinz’s cows, the resulting cattle were declared to be the resurrection of the aurochs.
The Munich-based brother wrote after the war that he prized the brute power of his creation, which he said “must be eager to fight to the death”. It is now accepted that the Heck cows, some of which were sent to Goering’s private shooting estate south of Berlin, were in reality genetically far removed from the aurochs and the brothers had succeeded in creating only a facsimile of the primitive cow. Modern genetics has long established the impossibility of recreating an extinct species.
But Mr Gow strongly denies that his animals are besmirched by their Nazi associations, saying their hardiness means they could eventually be allowed to roam freely like the aurochs.
Yeah, the sins of the fathers’ breeders are not to be visited upon the children unto the third and fourth generation, as Jehovah would have it. These are more enlightened times, and it’s hardly the aurochs’ fault is their great-great-grandsires voted for Hitler in the elections of 1933.
Adoration of the Magi?
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Strange work by modern German artist Gottfried Helnwein. It looks like a photograph, but is said to be “multimedia on canvas.” And it is entitled, “Adoration of the Magi.”
Not entirely sure what it means, but it’s certainly disturbing. His watercolor of Hitler is even weirder.
Third Reich in Color: Part Two
Posted by: | CommentsWe had a post a few months ago with a bunch of color photos of Nazi Germany owned by Life magazine. Keyser came across a bunch more today, and since we had a post with an “(in)human interest” photo of Joseph Goebbels yesterday, it seemed appropriate to post a few of these shots. A lot are boring “Hitler viewing some parade” shots, but a number of the images seemed to say somethiing about the subjects.
This image is a bit dull, but it shows the Gauleiter of Berlin (the Goebbels of yesterday’s post) giving a speech in front of the Altes Museum. They knew how to throw a hoopla.
The guys in the background seem to party officials to judge by the uniforms. Whatever they’re looking at doesn’t seem to hold the attention of the dolled-up women in the foreground, who are apparently chatting about something else altogether.
Two guys joking around with an enemy donkey, who doesn’t seem to be amused by the festivities at all.
It’s sort of funny that these guys are stuck at the back of the color guard here, and are looking back rather good-naturedly at the cameraman.
This is apparently the “Pageant of the Dumpiest-Looking National Socialist Broads.”
“Hey, get a load of the ridiculous outfits on these guys.” (Keyser gathers that they’re Hungarian gendarmes.)
Some things never change. Public works projects are the same everywhere. A few guys work, and everyone else stands around pretending to be ready to work “if needed.”
Nazi Germany’s entry in the “World’s Stupidest-Looking Helmet” competition (Keyser thinks they’re some sort of motoring headgear for the NSKK or National Socialist Motoring Corps).
Seemingly, even Nazi Germany was a place for love. The girl’s swimsuit seems pretty skimpy.

Too bad this imagine came out a bit faded. The guy in the center with the jaunty stance is famous fight place ace Adolf Galland.
Not sure about the guy on the left (Keyser thinks the brown uniform signifies some position in the Nazi Party), but the guy on the right is in the SS with the rank equivalent to a senior colonel. He seems to have a rather mild expression. But what did this congenial looking guy go on to do during the war?
Boys go to war. This kid seems to have seen a lot of action to judge by all the awards on his uniform.
Somehow, this guy’s seemingly jocular, mock-heroic pose seems more English than German.
This guys a general to judge by the collar tabs. He looks more like an account to judge by his face.
This guy is wearing a naval uniform. If Keyser had to bet, he’d peg his expression as one of anxiety. This image is probably from early in the war, so he couldn’t know that 80% of those who sailed in U-Boats would die eventually die. Whatever he’s thinking about, it doesn’t seem to be reassuring.
The Look of Hate
Posted by: | CommentsWhoa! Does this photo have “I loathe you” written all over it or what?
The image was taken by the famous photographer Alfred Eisenstaedt under the following circumstances:
In 1933, I traveled to Geneva for the fifteenth session of the League of Nations. There, sitting in the hotel garden, was Dr. Joseph Goebbels, Hitler’s Minister of Propaganda…. Sunddenly he spotted me and I snapped him. Here are the eyes of hate. Was I an enemy? Behind him is his private secretary and interpreter. This picture was published many times throughout the world. I have been asked how I felt photographing these men. Naturally, not so good, but when I have a camera in my hand I know no fear.
There’s no doubting the emotion signified by Goebbels’ expression. But what exactly generated it? Did he habor some peronal animus towards Eisenstaedt? Given his control of the German newspapers this is conceivable. Or did he simply resent “unauthorized” photographers in general? Photos can be so reavealing and at the same time so uninformative.
This image seems to be the very personification of the phrase “if looks could kill.”










