WHEREVER THEY MAY BE
© 1972, The Beate Klarsfeld Foundation
 
 
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We stopped on the way to Waldshut, where the last rally of the day was to be held, replenished our supply of elderly eggs, and got a crate of damaged fruit. The town had been painstakingly decorated. The country people were all in their best clothes, and the mayor and his colleagues were in a dither. The Chancellor's arrival was to be the climax of the local festival the – Chilibi – which was being celebrated that day.

We had already notified the young locals to meet in the hall at 8 P.M. We went there separately and had to take seats where we could find them, for the hall was almost full. The security force got nervous as soon as they saw us, and the rally began slowly. Finally the mayor announced that the Chancellor could make only a brief appearance because he was very tired after so full a day.

The moment Kiesinger began speaking, about forty young people stood up, raised their arms, and booed him. The embarrassed Kiesinger thought he could wait out the storm, though he was surprised at the number of agitators. The dumfounded public made no reaction; it was the first time something like this had ever happened in the traditionally conservative village.

Kiesinger tried a flash of humor, but it was lost in the continuous booing and shouting. He stammered a few sentences that no one could hear. Then, red-faced, he left the platform and sat down.

When the rally broke up, the townspeople heckled me. "It's shameful," said one woman, "to bring up a child a fanatic. The poor kid ought to be in bed at this hour. He's dead tired."

Quite a crowd gathered around us.

"It's strange," I said, "that during the war you didn't have any such pity for the Jewish children they jammed into cattle cars before burning them up in Auschwitz."

The woman did not answer, but moved away and disappeared. The others slowly did likewise.

"Did anyone in Waldshut," I continued, "protest against the crimes committed in Vietnam? Did anyone come to the defense of children burned with napalm?"

One man raged at me: "Oh, these Jews! It's a pity they weren't all exterminated."

The newspapers gave a lot of coverage to incidents like these, which cropped up every day. Publik wrote: "B.K. is giving Kiesinger nightmares. He breaks out in a rash whenever he sees her or
    
   
 
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