How a dashing Luftwaffe officer and his bohemian wife hatched a
suicidally brave plot to defeat Hitler - but paid the ultimate price
From The Infiltrators, by Norman Ohler, to be published by Atlantic on Thursday
By Norman Ohler
Daily Mail
Augist 1, 2020
The young writers of a student newspaper have gathered on a cloudless spring day in
Berlin
to discuss the frighteningly fast expansion of the new Nazi regime.
Their topic is the role of the Church, and the ideas are flowing when
there is a loud knock at the door. Men in black shirts stand outside.
Barging
into the building, they throw notebooks and photos into a suitcase
before pushing the newspaper’s editor, 23-year-old political science
student Harro Schulze-Boysen, and his best friend Henry Erlanger into a
small van waiting outside.
At the
headquarters of the local SS police, the pair are interrogated. Harro
says he’s done nothing wrong – he simply publishes a newspaper that
discusses the future of his beloved
Germany and the rest of Europe.
But
this, it seems, is now a serious offence. The two friends are bundled
back into the van. The vehicle stops and they are led down a flight of
worn steps to a small cellar with straw on the floor and old Weimar
Republic flags for bedding. Night falls.
Bright lights stay on. There’s no chance
to sleep. A uniformed guard keeps watch by the door, sitting on a stool,
toying with a pistol.
At 1am, the door flies open. Henry and Harro are taken outside and their hair is cut with garden shears.
Henry,
whose father is a Jew, is made to strip to the waist and run around a
courtyard while SS men stand in the centre, beating him with whips.
‘You,
too!’ somebody yells at Harro. ‘Undress!’ He takes off his jumper and,
like his friend, is beaten and the whips rip open his skin.
He’s
grabbed by four men and his trousers are pulled down. He’s stabbed with
a knife through the thigh and a swastika is carved into the flesh.
With every cut, the hatred in Harro grows.
After
four days of merciless beatings, Henry Erlanger’s heart gives out.
Gentle, thoughtful and reserved, he had been the good spirit of the
newspaper.
Now his corpse sits in the
corner of their cell, like rubbish that’s been swept into a pile. Harro
has been unable to protect him from the SS, unable to do anything.
His resolve hardens. He will not let these brutal idiots break him.
The whipping starts again. His left ear is half detached from his head and he’s bleeding everywhere, inside and out.
‘Man, you’re one of us!’ shouts an SS man, impressed by Harro’s courage. ‘We should sign you up!’
But Harro is not one of them. He will devote the rest of his life to fighting them.
When
he is finally released, he runs into a friend, a writer named Ernest
von Salomon, who later recalls: ‘His face had greatly changed. He was
missing half an ear and his face was stamped with red, barely healed
wounds. He said, “My revenge will be served ice-cold.” ’
PRETENDING
he has learned his lesson and feigning deep remorse, Harro enlists with
the German air force, the Luftwaffe. This is how he will avenge the
death of his friend: from inside the very heart of the Nazi machine.
He
will use the information he can glean to start an underground movement
hostile to the evil regime he so hates. Germany’s resistance movement
will be led not by a secretive rebel, but by an enemy within: a
Luftwaffe officer. And Harro’s camouflage works superbly – he has
recovered from his injuries, externally at least, and his uniform sits
well. His military performance is flawless, which is not surprising
since his father and great-uncle were both high-ranking German Navy
officers and his superiors name him ‘the best horse in the stall’.
Nobody
has any inkling of what is in his mind. Nobody notices that he avoids
the showers. He doesn’t want anyone to see his telltale scars.
Instead,
they focus on his strong chin, his penetrating blue eyes, his svelte
torso and his air of assured self-confidence. The Nazi obsession with
breeding perfect human beings seems to have been realised in him.
His
credentials as a loyal servant of the Reich are boosted still further
when he marries the glamorous, charming, ferociously intelligent
Libertas Haas-Heye, a secretary at MGM’s studio in Berlin and the
daughter of a German aristocrat. Otto Ludwig Haas-Heye, her father, was
one of Berlin’s most famous couturiers, who also served as the head of
the Arts and Crafts School in the city.
The two young people are in love, healthy,
wealthy and ‘Aryan’ through and through. Both are from highly
respectable German families, so what about them could possibly arouse
suspicions? They become the model couple of the Reich capital.
In October 1936, Harro and Libertas move into an airy, roomy top-floor
flat around the corner from one of Berlin’s most fashionable streets.
It’s a bohemian abode and at its heart is a four-tube radio with a
powerful receiver.
‘We can pick up broadcasts from all over the globe with no interference,’ writes Libertas to her mother-in-law.
She is as committed to the anti-Nazi cause as her husband.
The
flat becomes a regular meeting place for Harro’s old friends from the
newspaper, along with new acquaintances: doctors, artists, lawyers and
other intellectuals, all critical of the country’s government.
As
the wine and music flow, Harro works out who he can trust to join his
resistance movement: it’s a crime punishable by prison to make
derogatory statements, even in private, about the Reich, so he must be
careful.
The apartment is also the
backdrop for intrigues and dalliances among his free-spirited friends,
the flamboyant young bohemians enjoying naked picnics and beach parties,
open marriages and sexual freedom. They sense that life is short.
Libertas
becomes involved with a writer named Gunther Weisenborn, despite her
love for Harro. He helps her to become less dependent on her husband –
all the better to survive without him in case of an emergency, she
reasons. It’s even rumoured that she introduces Harro’s 16-year-old
brother Hartmut to sex.
Is this another way of thumbing their nose at the Nazis, with their restrictive notions of the perfect Aryan family?
In
the autumn of 1938, Harro and Libertas take a holiday to Italy and
Yugoslavia. They discuss whether they should leave Berlin altogether,
forget the battle against the Nazis and begin a new life in paradise.
But they cannot. There is a job to be done.
They
arrive home on the evening of November 9, a date that will go down in
history as Kristallnacht, those terrible hours during which thousands of
Jewish homes, businesses and synagogues were looted and destroyed.
That
night, Harro pledges his eternal love to his wife with a kiss of
Libertas’s beloved silver ring, which she always wears. One single kiss.
With it they are together now, united for ever, even until death.
The storm clouds are gathering. The Second World War is just months away.
WITH
the invasion of Poland in 1939, rationing begins. Harro bears up better
than Libertas, who grieves constantly for the casualties. He is
‘working himself to death’, says his wife in a letter, but staying
‘high-spirited, positive and full of hope’.
The
couple’s circle of friends expands to include Arvid Harnack, who works
for the American department of the German Trade Ministry, and his wife
Mildred, who is from the US Midwest. With their links to the US
community in Berlin, they will prove invaluable allies. But Arvid also
has connections with the Soviet regime.
As Harro and Arvid see it, the USSR is the
only power with the military might to destroy the Nazis. Appalled
though they are by Stalin’s brutality, gulags and show trials, their
great neighbour to the east offers, they believe, their only hope.
Through his work at the Air Ministry, Harro hears of secret plans by Hitler to invade Russia.
Now, at last, the time has come for him to execute his plan.
Using this piece of intelligence, he takes
his first audacious steps towards bringing down the regime and avenging
his friend Henry’s death. What could be worse, he thinks, than if
Hitler managed – with another Blitz, like the one he has already
unleashed on Britain – to get hold of all the gas and oil in the Ural
mountains? The Nazis’ global domination would be all but assured. Russia
must be warned.
A meeting is arranged
between Harro and one of Arvid’s Soviet contacts, an envoy for the
Moscow intelligence agency NKVD, named Alexander Korotkov.
The
Russian is impressed with the courageous Harro. ‘He is, it appears,’
Korotkov reports to the Lubyanka, the central intelligence office in
Moscow, ‘a fierce man of inimitable enthusiasm and passion.’
Shortly afterwards, Korotkov receives from
Harro’s circle a portable battery-powered radio receiver which they can
use to contact him with military secrets. Harro is given the code-name
Starshina by the Soviet authorities, meaning ‘sergeant’.
But through his meeting with Korotkov,
Harro has committed Landesverrat, or treason. It is the most ignominious
crime a German officer can commit. Hanging is the punishment. His life
is now in mortal danger.
On June 17 at
the Kremlin, information provided by Harro about the finalisation of
military preparations for the invasion of the USSR is brought to the
table. But Josef Stalin shakes his head. ‘Propaganda!’ he says.
He is convinced that a pact he has made with the Third Reich will endure.
‘Send your “informant” from the staff of
the German Luftwaffe back to his whore of a mother,’ he scribbles in the
margins. ‘He’s not an informer but rather a disinformer. J. St.’
Five days later the German Army marches into Russia.
THE
resistance movement is flourishing, and Harro’s life is a constant
round of activity. By day, he is an impeccable German officer,
resplendent in his uniform. But by night he transforms into an
anonymously dressed subversive, organising the distribution of anti-Nazi
pamphlets and stickers around the streets of Berlin, and furiously
working on his next campaigns.
Harro
wants to build ties between the US, the Soviets and the German
resistance, and he’s trying to set up links with the British through
contacts in Switzerland. But Moscow are becoming impatient with their
mole. By the end of 1941, not enough radio information is getting
through to them.
A Soviet intelligence
officer with the codename ‘Kent’ is sent to Berlin to find out why the
contact appears not to be working and to agree a new wavelength for the
radio link.
But the couple are now in even graver
danger. The only thing separating them from arrest is the brilliance of
Russian encryption, said to be the best in the world.
At
the beginning of 1942, Harro writes a highly inflammatory new pamphlet
setting out the manifesto of the conspirators. Copies are secretly
distributed to their fellow Germans, foreign correspondents and
diplomats in Berlin. A forensic investigation into the pamphlet by the
Gestapo yields no results, leaving propaganda minister Joseph Goebbels
furious.
But there is bad news for the
conspirators, who have come to be known by the authorities as the Red
Orchestra, or Rotekapelle, as a result of their links with Moscow.
Kent’s radio assistant, Johann Wenzel, has been captured by the Nazis in
Brussels. They order him to decipher messages sent between Western
Europe and Moscow, including a broadcast about Harro and Libertas.
The couple’s survival now depends on the ability of Wenzel to keep quiet.
But
after weeks of torture, Wenzel tells his Nazi captors how to decode the
messages they have intercepted between Moscow and Berlin. Harro’s
personal details are among them.
On August 31, 1942, Harro is in his office at the Air Ministry when the phone rings. Libertas is out of town.
The
man on the line asks Harro to come downstairs to the lobby – it’s
urgent. Harro sets down his fountain pen. He hesitates for a moment, and
then he stands up.
As he trails his
fingers one last time over the handrail, he sees the guards, and the car
waiting outside to take him away. It is over.
HARRO’S
fellow conspirators, including Libertas, Arvid and Mildred, are rounded
up and arrested. Regular reports of the Gestapo investigation are sent
to Hitler.
What astonishes the police is the sheer
variety of illegal activity that has taken place – way beyond the
espionage that had first been suspected. Leaflets, posters, underground
meetings, support for Jewish refugees, a multilingual newspaper for
forced labourers.
There hasn’t been anything like it before in Hitler’s Reich – and there won’t be again.
‘To
show leniency or hesitation in fighting this sabotage would be a crime
against the very war effort itself,’ writes Goebbels in his diary.
In prison, Harro is visited by his father. His face is ashen and gaunt.
‘It
is impossible and hopeless to try to help me in any way,’ says Harro.
‘I have acted in full knowledge of the danger, and am now resolved to
bear the consequences.’
Watched by two guards, they try not to let their emotion show.
As
his father stands to leave, Harro’s eyes brim with tears. His father
says: ‘I had other hopes for you… I have always loved you.’
It is an irony that when they come for Libertas, they take her to Gestapo headquarters at 8 Prinz Albrechtstrasse – a
building that once housed the Arts and Crafts School. She is said to
have laughed ruefully to find herself sitting in the art school where
her father had been rector.
By the end
of November 1942, a 90-page report is delivered to Hitler, Himmler,
Goring, Goebbels and other high-ranking Nazis, and a month later the
conspirators’ trial begins. All are found guilty.
On
Monday, December 21, Hitler dictates the following: ‘I uphold the
verdict of the Reich Court Martial against First Lieutenant Harro
Schulze-Boysen and others. I decline to issue a pardon. The sentences
are to be administered, and in the case of Harro Schulze-Boysen [and
three others] are to be carried out by hanging. The other death
sentences by means of beheading.’ Libertas is among those to be
guillotined.
The Fuhrer shows no mercy. It is decreed
that even the memory of the group will be erased. Records will be
destroyed, and the families will not be allowed to bury their dead.
Nobody can be allowed to survive to tell the true story.
On
execution day, Harro and his friends are collected from Spandau prison
and the vehicle also picks up Libertas. She wears a grey suit, a silver
bracelet and a silver ring. Harro bends forward and silently kisses the
ring, reaffirming the oath he swore to her on Kristallnacht. The lovers
are together again now, united for all eternity.
To
this day, relatively little is known about the complex, disparate but
phenomenally committed German resistance movement. With all the official
records expunged, including a transcript of Harro’s trial and the
interrogations, facts are hard to come by.
Only in 2006 did Harro’s brother Hartmut, a
diplomat who worked in West German embassies in Tokyo and the US,
finally manage to have the verdict of the 1942 trial nullified after a
decades-long campaign.
But Harro had
provided his own poignant legacy. During his last days in jail, he had
come to an agreement with his guard, Heinrich Stark, a bricklayer by
trade. Stark promised to hide a poem written by Harro in the wall and
seal it up so that he could recover it afterwards and hand it to his
prisoner’s parents. And that’s exactly what he did.
It read:
‘Hangman’s rope and guillotine
Won’t have the final say.
The world will be our judges,
Not the judges of today.’
There
could be no more fitting tribute to an unsung hero who faced
overwhelming odds with breathtaking bravery, and, in the end,
tranquillity. Even after his death, his defiant spirit shines out
still.
