smile vanished. My arm was raised and, like the
others, I was shouting what once I was the only one to shout: "Sieg
heil!" and "Kiesinger is a Nazi." Now these taunts were harassing the
Chancellor, even in so reactionary a city as Oldenburg. Kiesinger looked at me
as if he wanted to say something, then made a feeble gesture of dismissal. He
shook his head and went toward the hotel kitchens, obliged to use the service
A journalist accredited to Bonn told me: "Kiesinger's friends
have advised him on several occasions to arrange a meeting with 'that woman' so
that he might reach an understanding with her. But Kiesinger always replied:
'There's no possibility of an understanding with her."
I went to Baden-Baden, then to Frankfurt, where I witnessed the fiercest clash
yet between the shock troops of the neo-Nazi NPD and the young APO members. I
got out of it safely, but others were not so lucky. Everywhere stretchers were
carrying away anti-fascists in particular, their noses or jaws broken by
bicycle chains or loaded clubs. Stern, which supported Brandt, made no
bones about publishing pictures of the smashed faces of these young German
citizens. Confronted by Hitler's direct descendants, they have done what all
Germans ought to have done. I drew strength from their example.
Frankfurt, I also had to straighten out the mess over my book. The publisher
was in a tough financial bind. One of his editors told me that there had been a
lot of argument over my manuscript, and that it might well not be published by
the date we had counted on which would be a blow to my campaign
or else might not be published as I had written it. I had not received any
proofs in spite of several requests for them. Then a young Israeli, Abraham
Melzer, who had taken over his father's publishing firm in Darmstadt, wired me
that he knew about Heinrich Heine's financial difficulties and offered to buy
the manuscript and publish it himself as soon as possible. He, too, could not
bear the thought of a Nazi being returned as Chancellor.
Heine's manager, refused to give me the proofs, although they were ready. I
left his office in a rage and went to the local SDS headquarters, where I
explained the situation to some young men and persuaded them to follow me.
We marched on Bingel's office and refused to leave until we got the
proofs. I needed only to read the first page to see that my anti-