Memories of Hans Bothmann, Commandant of Chelmno Dec 15, 2011 14:49:21 GMT -5
Post by ignotus on Dec 15, 2011 14:49:21 GMT -5
I remember being 22 & having just graduated into the SS. (1933) I was immensely proud & wanted to go back home & show my mother before I was shipped off (for my training in the camp system).
I proudly showed up on her doorstep with my black SS cap, uniform, & red swastika armband - all perfectly polished & such. When she opened the door I smiled widely & opened my arms to embrace her. At first she simply stared in shock at this SS officer on her doorstep. Recognition quickly took over though & her face hardened. She started screaming at me angrily about being a "filthy Nazi" & other such things. Startled, & worried that someone may hear her anti-Nazi rhetoric, I tried to ease her into the house so that we could argue in private.
This enraged her even more. She shoved be back screaming that she would never let a "Nazi pig" into her home & that I was no longer her son. Still wanting to try once more, & still concerned about her being heard, I tried again - begging her to let me in so we could speak before I was deployed. She cried out angrily, slapped me across the face & then spit on my uniform telling me that I was dead to her. That I was no longer her son. That the filthy Nazis had destroyed her son & made him a monster that would never be welcome.
I stiffened. My blood boiled for a moment, but then turned ice cold as she cursed & denounced myself & the Party. I said nothing, I simply watched her.
Finally she shoved me one last time saying to never come back again. I straightened my jacket & cap then told her flatly to never show up in one of my camps. I then gave the Nazi salute & turned to leave without looking back. The only thing that I heard after that was the door being slammed.
That's.. Just disturbing. Very, I'm so sorry you had to experience that again. If I'm not mistaken, frettchen's (Yes, I'll call Hansgeorg Schulze by his nickname as it's a mouthful..) parents were absolutely proud of him when he joined Junkerschule with his brother. And even more so when he joined the LSSAH.