The man behind Hitler speaks
Joseph Goebbels thoughts revealed in diary entries and historical footage
By Jerry Tallmer
If Cleopatras nose had been a half-inch longer, my father used to say, the whole history of the world would be different.
Or again, as a bitter old joke goes, if only somebody had liked Adolf Hitlers youthful paintings
But it is no joke to say: If only Joseph Paul Goebbels had not had polio at the age of 5 or 6 that left him with one foot deformed, a cripple for life
We might still have had a monster. But not quite the monster who as Nazi Minister of Propaganda conveyed via his evil-genius brain and puppet body the Brown Terror par excellence, and so revered his Fuehrer adored/deplored are more exact words that after Hitlers suicide in that bunker, the inventor of The Big Lie (the bigger the lie, the more it will be believed) had his own six children poisoned by injection and shot wife Magda and himself to death.
Those who have mercifully forgotten most of what they once knew about Joseph Goebbels, or those too young to ever have viscerally known in their bellies the fear and loathing he was able to induce in much of the civilized world of his lifetime (1897-1945), might well spend 107 instructive and often chilling minutes at the Quad Cinema on 13th Street, where The Goebbels Experiment, a documentary by Germanys 45-year-old Lutz Hachmeister, in collaboration with writer Michael Kloft, opens Friday, August 12, for at least a week.
There is a narration, spoken in English here by the actor Kenneth Branagh, all of it, word for word, from the boasting, bragging, scorning, self-pitying, insecure, super-secure seesawing diaries Goebbels kept from 1924 to the end in 1945, and behind those words of Goebbels himself during the rise and fall of the Third Reich, there is footage of the key events of the era and of the Propaganda Minister, and of his Fuehrer, ranting and raving at their several microphones before one terrifyingly huge swastika-draped mass of the faithful, or another.
Watching Goebbels at his array of microphones, a tiny little doll with a too-large, skull-like, jug-eared, hollow-cheeked, sad-eyed head a bloodhounds eyes - one is immediately struck, first by the femininity of his upraised, wigwagging (nay, fluttering) left hand, and then by the throwback thought of how totally brilliant was Joel Greys physical and vocal embodiment of the Goebbels-like Master of Ceremonies in the original Broadway production and subsequent film of Cabaret.
Indeed, the actual Goebbels we see (or see anew) in this documentary is in face and figure something of a blend of Joel Grey and Hollywoods other lean, bony master of the ominous, James Woods.
But James Woods is not Jewish, and Joel Grey is. More than anything else in the whole history of Nazism, if youd met Joseph Goebbels anywhere out of that time and context, on the street, perhaps, or in a living room, or rooting away for his footballers high up in the Sportspalast, you would have taken him on sight to be a Jew. I would. A Jew like me.
And that is why I in my bones believe the entire murder of the 6,000,000 had its hellfire origins in the selbst-hass, the self-hatred, of Dr. Joseph Goebbels and, yes, beyond that, the self-hatred of A. Hitler no less. A Jew who so irredeemably wishes he were not a Jew could kill once, or maybe six million times.
And something else. Go back to that wand-like left hand, in the first shot in this film of Goebbels raving on the podium. That hand, and also the right hand, in more than one moment farther along in this film, will, as Goebbels makes some furious point or another, flop up and down contrapuntally in the old stock satirical vaudeville bromide of the limp wrist, i,e., the sissy, the fairy.
Yes, Goebbels and his Magda had six children. No, I have no evidence to suppose hed ever crossed the line. But (besides that business of the wrists) there is this: Back in the 1920s, when, in his diary he is going nowhere, is zigzagging between the despair of My life lacks any meaning and awestruck admiration of up-and-coming tall, healthy, vigorous Hitler, I can accept this firebrand as my leader, he suddenly refers to rumors that I am homosexual enough to make you weep. Shortly thereafter he also talks of confusion in the S.A.
Some few years later, homosexuality among the S.A., the Storm Troopers, would enable Hitler to sanctify the bloody purging of old comrade Ernst Roehm and others in the Night of the Long Knives. But by then Goebbels was safely married to the Magda who was perfection herself except for his strayings, and hers, and one lone cryptic 1938 diary entry: Magda, so hard on me, and so cruel, Ill never forgive her
I dont want anybody to help me, anyway. Its important to feel pain in life. Multiply that against another comment, earlier: The party come first, then Magda.
In short, the man was a judgmental and emotional yo-yo.
Diary entry for the book burnings of 1933: Huge crowds. Splendid summer weather. The 1936 victory of Max Schmeling over Joe Louis a thrilling night, listening to the radio, I didnt go to bed till 5. No entry (at least in this film) for Louiss 1938 disposal of Schmeling.
Goering: A morphine addict
megalomaniac. Goering: The great man who is blitzing London. Churchill: A revolting fat beast. Churchill: A man of much polemical intelligence
an adversary who demands respect
Not quite as stupid as Chamberlain was.
On a visit to Occupied Paris: What a wonderful place! On Prague, Czechoslovakia: Im in love with it. It feels German. On filmmaker Leni Riefenstahl (Goebbels prided himself on his knowhow about movies): Theres no way I can work with a lunatic like her.
And on Topic No. 1, August 20, 1941: The Fuehrer has told me I can deport Jews from Berlin. Seventy-eight thousand Jews! Getting rid of them is the only way to solve the problem completely.
Final solution, anyone?
He is still veering to the end between enforced calm and strident raging. The hand, one hand or the other, there at the microphone, before all those increasingly granite-faced crowds, is still flipflopping like a fish out of water. Berlin is burning. My wife and children will never leave here. And they did not. One foot is in the grave. A deformed foot. So is the other.