A book that exposes the vacuity of the “upward climb” perspective regarding human
society is They Thought They Were Free: The Germans, 1933-45 by Milton Mayer.
Published more than forty years ago, Mayer’s book offers a unique window into the hearts
and minds of everyday Germans during the rise of Hitler and fascism.
Instead of writing a typical review of this book, I would like to offer some of the more
striking statements and excerpts, in order to (hopefully) lead you to consider buying this
book for yourself.
They Thought They Were Free documents the slow progression of anti-Semitism and its
role in blinding the populace from the atrocities of the government:
The Germans Thought Their Nationalistic Spirit Was Good, Not Evil
The massive self-deception of the German people should give us pause, especially when
we consider how often we may indeed be blind to our own evil:
“The juridical effort at Nuremberg to punish the evildoers without injuring the losers –
when punishment and injury came to the same thing and the losers were identical with
the evildoers – was unlikely enough to succeed. The effort to convince my ten friends
that they were evildoers was even unlikelier.
“In retrospect, there was one extremely remote possibility of its having been done
more successfully in Germany than it had ever been done anywhere else: It might
have been possible to exploit the Germans’ attachment to ‘the German spirit’ and to
have convinced them that this spirit, instead of being good, is evil. How to have gone
about doing this I do not know.” (151)
Mayer shows how distractions dulled the senses of German citizens, keeping them from
truly considering the evil around them:
“Those,” I said, “are the words of my friend the baker. One had no time to think. There
was so much going on.”
“Your friend the baker was right,” said my colleague. “The dictatorship, and the whole
process of its coming into being, was above all diverting. It provided an excuse not to
think for people who did not want to think anyway. I do not speak of your ‘little men,’
your baker and so on; I speak of my colleagues and myself, learned men, mind you.
Most of us did not want to think about fundamental things and never had.” (167)
And so, Mayer documents a frightening, steady progression toward evils perpetrated on a
massive scale:
“But the one great shocking occasion, when tens of hundreds or thousands will join
with you, never comes. That’s the difficulty. If the last and worst act of the whole
regime had come immediately after the first and smallest, thousands, yes, millions
would have been sufficiently shocked – if, let us say, the gassing of the Jews in ’43
had come immediately after the ‘German Firm’ stickers on the windows of non-Jewish
shops in ’33.
“But of course, this isn’t the way it happens. In between come all the hundreds of little
steps, some of them imperceptible, each of them preparing you not to be shocked by
the next. Step C is not so much worse than Step B, and, if you did not make a stand at
Step B, why should you at Step C? And so on to Step D.” (170)
Mayer is not a dispassionate observer. As he writes, he confesses that he has a thirst for
justice. He also expresses his uneasy conclusion that all humans are complicit in evil at
some level. His thirst for justice points back to his own heart, which frightens him as well:
“What we don’t like, what I don’t like, is the hypocrisy of these people. I want to hear
them confess. That they, or some of their countrymen and their country’s government,
violated the precepts of Christian, civilized, lawful life was bad enough; that they won’t
see it, or say it, is what really rowels. I want them to plead no extenuation. I want them
to say, ‘I knew and I know that it was all un-Christian, uncivilized, unlawful, and in my
love of evil I pretended it wasn’t. I plead every German guilty of a life of hypocrisy,
above all, myself. I am rotten…’
“I want my friends not just to feel bad and confess it, but to have been bad and to be
bad now and confess it. I want them to constitute themselves an inferior race, self-
abased, so that I, in the magnanimity becoming to the superior, having sat in
calumnious judgment on them, may choose to let them live on in public shame and in
private torment. I want to be God, not alone in power but in righteousness and in
mercy; and Nazism crushed is my chance.
“But I am not God. I myself am a national, myself guilty of many national hypocrisies
whose only justification is that the Germans’ were so much worse. My being less
bestial, in my laws and practices, than they were does not make me more Godly than
they, for difference in degree is not difference in kind. My own country’s racist
legislation and practices, against both foreigners and citizens, is a whole web of
hypocrisies. And, if I plead that racism has been wonderfully reduced in America in the
past century, that the forces of good have been growing ever more powerful, how
shall I answer my friends Hildebrandt and Kessler, who believed, or affected to
believe, that the infiltration of National Socialism by decent men like themselves
would, in time, reduce and even eliminate the evils?” (184-5)
Glimmers of Hope from the Confessing Church
There are glimmers of hope in this book. Mayer does not ignore the Confessing Church
and the brave resistance of certain Christians to the evil regime that had risen in their
land:
“Being a German may make whining easier, but not inevitable. In October, 1945, the
Confessional church of Germany, the ‘church within the Church’ which had defied
Hitler’s ‘German Christians,’ issued the ‘Stuttgart Confession': ‘We know ourselves to
be with our people in a great company of suffering, but also in a great solidarity of
guilt. With great pain do we say that through us has endless suffering been brought to
many peoples and countries. That to which we have often borne witness before our
congregations, we declare in the name of the whole church. True, we have struggled
for many years in the name of Jesus Christ against a spirit which has found its terrible
expression in the National Socialist regime of violence, but we accuse ourselves for
not witnessing more courageously…’ Those, too, were German words.” (150-1)