The other night I was sitting in a bar with two friends. I’m not going to reveal their real names, but let’s call them Hannah and Marie. Just so you know, I’m very close with Marie and, in confidence a year or so ago she told me that Hannah’s grandfather was, to use her words, “a very bad Nazi.”
Now, Hannah is very ashamed of this fact and would prefer that the fewer people who know it, the better. However, Marie couldn’t help but tell me, as she knows I am a WWII-history buff. Still, being the good friend she is, Marie told Hannah that she had told me. Now, Hannah and I have seen each other many times since Marie spilled the beans. But Hannah and I never openly discussed her infamous relative even though she knew I knew of his existence.
Well, we never discussed
this relative of Hannah’s until the other night at the bar. What happened was, after having downed a few beers, the subject of Nazis
somehow came up, and in the interest of just putting it all out there – and
owing to the fact that I was a little buzzed – I decided to tell Hannah that I
indeed did know who her Nazi relative was, that Marie had indeed told me.
However, I just wanted one
slight clarification. “But this guy was your great-grandfather, right?” I said
to Hannah, who was sitting across the table from me. I
asked Hannah this question because Marie had always told me that Hannah’s
grandfather was the culprit. But after having learned about this man, I had
done a little googling and had discovered that Hannah’s grandfather would have
been too young to fit the bill.
“‘Great-grandfather’ is ‘Urgroßvater' in German, right?" Hannah asked Marie, who’s English is better.
“Right,” Marie said.
“Then, yes," Hannah said, turning to me. "You're right."
There was a tiny pause. Trying to smooth things over and perhaps make the moment not as weighty, Marie turned to Hannah and said, “You shouldn’t feel that bad, though. I mean, my grandfather was actually in the Hitler Youth.”
“‘Great-grandfather’ is ‘Urgroßvater' in German, right?" Hannah asked Marie, who’s English is better.
“Right,” Marie said.
“Then, yes," Hannah said, turning to me. "You're right."
There was a tiny pause. Trying to smooth things over and perhaps make the moment not as weighty, Marie turned to Hannah and said, “You shouldn’t feel that bad, though. I mean, my grandfather was actually in the Hitler Youth.”
“Yeah, but come on. The
Hitler Youth,” Hannah replied, and in doing so gave me a look.
Now, I gotta say, in this
moment, this look that Hannah gave to me said everything. Essentially, with this look, Hannah was totally pooh-poohing Marie’s comment about her grandfather having
been in the Hitler Youth because being in the Hitler Youth just meant that you were a tiny dot in the Nazi universe.
Hannah’s great-grandfather, however, was something much larger. He was actually an SS commander and had been in charge of crushing a major anti-Nazi uprising, a task that resulted in the deaths of thousands of people.
Hannah’s great-grandfather, however, was something much larger. He was actually an SS commander and had been in charge of crushing a major anti-Nazi uprising, a task that resulted in the deaths of thousands of people.
After Hannah made her “But come on, the Hitler Youth” comment, we all kind of dropped the subject. But, really, I can't emphasize enough how much had been revealed in that
quick look Hannah had given me. It was like she was trying to convey this: The Hitler Youth? That’s nice and all, but if you actually looked up exactly what my great-grandfather was responsible for, well, maybe you’d be singing to a different tune.
quick look Hannah had given me. It was like she was trying to convey this: The Hitler Youth? That’s nice and all, but if you actually looked up exactly what my great-grandfather was responsible for, well, maybe you’d be singing to a different tune.
And then we all ordered
another drink at this nice trendy bar in Hamburg.
I’m telling you, some
very trippy experiences you have here in Germany sometimes.
