Victor Klemperer "I am German, the Others Are Un-German"
The Nazis made Victor Klemperer's life a living hell. Baptized Christian but of Jewish descent, Hitler's henchmen labeled him "un-German." In a bizarre twist of fate, Klemperer could essentially thank a catastrophe -- the bombing of Dresden sixty years ago -- for saving him from the terror of the Nazi regime.
"I am fighting the most difficult of battles for my German-ness now. I must hold on to it: I am German, the others are un-German. I must hold on to it: The soul is what matters, not the flesh and blood. I must hold on to it: being a Zionist would sound funny to me, but my christening -- that was not funny, it was something very serious." Those were the lines that Victor Klemperer jotted down in his notebook in May 1942. His entire life, Klemperer, an author born on October 9, 1881 as the son of a rabbi, struggled to come to terms with his Deutschlandbild, his image of Germany. "His" Germany, the Germany of others around him, and, most importantly, the fact that the two images never quite matched one another -- that's what Klemperer wrestled with his entire life.
Klemperer trusted his thoughts and feelings to his diary. "Collecting life," he called it. Already at the age of 16, Klemperer began keeping a diary, and he wrote till just before his death. His entries began in the days of Kaiser Wilhelm II., continued during the turbulent times of the Weimar Republic and the Third Reich, and conclude in post-War communist East Germany. During the Third Reich era and perhaps even before, Klemperer's entries were, in a way, part of a survival strategy. At the time, Klemperer lived between humiliation, terror, and danger and he endured all of it. The reason was quite simple: Klemperer wanted to record his gruesome experiences of everyday life for those after him. In fact, he felt obligated to write. In his diary, Klemperer adopted the view of a distant observer even though the catastrophe affected him directly. The style of his writing was like a game of ping-pong, switching back and forth between inside and outside views on the things going on around him. Klemperer was seen as a Jew, but he didn't feel like one. He wanted to be German, but the Nazis made him "un-German."
And that makes Klemperer's records unique.
"Educational skepticism and human grandeur"
Decades after his death, Klemperer's diaries emerged as mainstays on bestseller lists, touching thousands of readers, shocking and gripping them. Author Martin Walser once said: "I know of no other means of communication that can make the reality of the Nazi dictatorship more comprehensible than Klemperer's prose. Nowhere else than in these diaries have I been able to experience and see first-hand what type of criminals the leaders and functionaries of the time were. It's incredible how this type of crime could legally establish itself." In his writing, Klemperer placed expectations on himself as well, aspiring to "become a writer of contemporary cultural history." Commenting on that issue in the weekly Die Zeit newspaper, Volker Ulrich wrote: "There's no doubt: He became just that. The diaries covering 1933 to 1945 -- which merge the most detailed observation skills, linguistic mastership, educational scepticism, and human grandeur -- eclipse everything that has ever been written on the era of National Socialism."
Parts of the old Dresden have been rebuilt.
At the age of 22, Victor was also christened -- after one of his three older brothers pushed him into it. All of his life, Victor -- the youngest, the smallest -- had to hold his own against his bigger brothers, and often he had to give in. In one of his diary entries in 1912, he called his brothers "nerds." "But I knew now -- more precisely and clearly than ever before -- that I fully shared one key aspect of this nerdy pushiness with them: the will to be German. And ever since the experiences of Vienna and Prague, I no longer was convinced that Jewry and German-ness could, under any circumstances, get along with one another. But if, in any way, I have been forced in the past to make a choice, then German-ness meant everything to me and Jewry meant nothing."
Heading to war -- voluntarily and for Germany
While his brothers, Georg, Felix and Berthold, quickly made fortunes -- two became doctors, the third worked as a lawyer -- the youngest one, Victor, didn't seem to be the brightest of the bunch. He lacked focus, he was an underachiever. He dropped out of school, began training as a salesman, dropped out again, but then went on to earn his high-school diploma after all. Victor then enrolled at university, studying philosophy, German and Romance studies, but dropped out a third time before becoming a journalist and enrolling at university yet again. Each time, it was his brothers breathing down his neck, pushing Victor to do something with his life. They took turns at financing his exploits, right up until Klemperer turned 40. In 1906, Victor married a non-Jew, Eva, a pianist. In 1912, Victor completed his doctoral thesis, and his postdoctoral thesis followed one year later. But as World War I started rolling over Europe in 1914, Klemperer's academic career came to a screeching halt. The scholar of Romance studies headed to the battlefields of World War I, and he did it voluntarily -- and for Germany. His courage later earned him the Bavarian cross of merit. After the war, in 1920, Victor Klemperer was, at last, awarded a professorship at the Technical University of Dresden.
A photo dated Feb. 16, 1945 shows the Dresden old city still in flames.
Each and every day, Klemperer was subjected to humiliation, something he hadn't even remotely deemed possible before. "In the Amalie pharmacy, which is always crowded, a creature with darting eyes was working the counter. I always had the suspicion that she detested Jews. She let me wait on many occasions, but then instead served people who entered the store after me. When the same thing happened again yesterday, a friendly man pointed in my direction, saying 'he was there before me.' But she responded to the man: 'Yep, and what can I do for you?' serving the man first, nonetheless. It's ridiculous how these tiny things make me bitter. And instead of numbing to these things, I feel increasingly hurt and wounded."
"Go buy some gas for 10 Pfennigs"
As Hitler's Nazis increasingly cast their paralyzing spell over all parts of life in Germany, the Klemperers were forced to move to a Jewish house, and the Nazi secret police, the Gestapo, started terrorizing the former professor. "About one hour later, there was some wild and loud ringing at the doorbell. I opened the door, and immediately, somebody slapped my face because I hadn't opened right away. My heart stopped, I had a lot of trouble breathing and I felt pain. I saw one of the men spitting at Eva in the living room." Another time, a Gestapo officer yelled at him, urging Victor "to go buy gas for ten Pfennigs. We will torture you to death anyway. May as well take care of it yourself and save us some work."
A look across the Elbe River into the so-called Neustadt.
The war is over, the doubts remain
In the days after the attack, Victor and Eva roamed the destroyed streets without orientation. Dresden, once a proud metropolis on the Elbe river, was now in ashes. Burned corpses everywhere, rubble, smoke rising from the ruins. Their old home? Gone. "One pillar in the front part remains, along with a piece of wall dangling from the pillar like a gallows." Once again, Klemperer became a chronicler of horror. "Once, as she was searching, she had wanted to light a cigarette and had had no matches, something was glowing on the ground, she wanted to use it -- it was a burning corpse."
A few months later, World War II was over. After their escape to Bavaria, the Klemperers returned to Dresden, and Victor resumed his professorship. Based on his records collected during the Nazi reign, Klemperer published the book "LTI" (Lingua Tertiae Imperii, The Language of the Third Reich). The book analyzed and scrutinized the language of the Nazis. But Klemperer also continued to write his diary. He wrote about post-War Germany, the Russian occupation, Germany's separation, and the origins and early days of East Germany. Klemperer also wrote about Eva's death (1951) and about his second marriage, with a scholar of German studies, Hadwig Kirchner.
"Germany is contaminated by Fascism"
To those on the the outside, Klemperer's career in East Germany looks like a paradigm. He became a member of the Socialist Unity Party (SED), received awards and assumed important offices in the Socialist state. Klemperer even moved into the People's Chamber as a representative. And yet he kept doubting. He doubted the East, the West, Germany as a whole. "I do not believe in the value of the things that I fight for."
"His" Germany, the land of poets and thinkers, a land flooded with light and without any shadows -- Victor Klemperer probably never found that image in East Germany either. With a sense of resignation, he wrote on New Year's Eve 1959 that "Germany is sort of like a scatter-brained earthworm cut into two pieces. Both parts squirm around, both are contaminated by Fascism, both in their own way." Victor Klemperer died of a heart attack on Feb. 11, 1960 in Dresden.
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