the reporters were already reading it. We were
expelled, followed by several correspondents who snatched the last few copies
out of our hands. |
As we were going down the stairs, Günter Diehl
was just coming up. Flushed with success, I handed him a copy that he brushed
"Diehl is a Nazi!"
He spun around and for a moment
couldn't find words. Then he shouted: "Communists! Bolsheviks!"
Günter Diehl had been one of Kiesinger's closest associates during
the war. When he became Chancellor, Kiesinger made Diehl director of
information. Diehl was also one of the Nazi experts on psychological warfare
and subversive propaganda and, in December 1939, liaison officer between the
Foreign Ministry and the "Bureau Concordia" of the Propaganda Ministry. Along
with Otto Abetz, who was to be the German ambassador to Occupied France, Diehl
set up a propaganda program directed against France over secret French language
stations that represented the various French political tendencies. These
broadcast, as if absolutely true, information designed to create panic in
French communities. In November 1940, Diehl was a radio executive in Brussels,
and until March 1943 he held a similar position in Vichy. He finally returned
to Germany as an adviser to Struve's legation, which supervised the bands of
French fascists that Jacques Doriot directed.
What I did in Bonn made
the Germans smile and think a little. They now knew that French
officials were well aware of their Chancellor's work for the Nazis.
Berlin-Hamburg. I remember the ADF rally in Hamburg on September 16 as
the largest in the whole campaign. The speakers were unrealistically hopeful
and kept talking about getting 8 percent of the vote, but when it came my turn
to speak I stated my opinion frankly: "We will not even get 2 percent."
September 20. Karlsruhe. With hundreds of young people, we
besieged the Gartenhalle, where Kiesinger was speaking. I could no longer sneak
into halls to speak against him, for someone would always recognize me and I
would be unceremoniously escorted out.
September 26. Serge met me with
Petia, our cocker spaniel, to be my bodyguard during the hectic final two days