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The masses are always uppermost in Hitler's mind. I have 
often been asked, "How is Hitler when you interview him? 
For the first few minutes Germany's autocratic ruler gazes 
at his visitor with those unusual dark-blue eyes of his to 
which many German women ascribe hypnotic powers- 
pupils that seem almost brown in contrast to the bluish 
hue of the whites of his eyes- as though to impress his 
personality indelibly.

Then he looks up to the ceiling. He has a vision of the 
masses. He is no longer speaking to an interviewer, he 
is addressing multitudes. The individual opposite him,
 or the small group present in the room, no longer semm 
[sic] to exist except in so far as they typify the crowds whom 
he is addressing as his eye roves along the border of the 
ceiling/ His voice, always rather rough, swells and grows, 
and he fairly shouts his denunciations, accusations, theories,
 bitter irony and biting sarcasm. Onece [sic] when I discussed 
the Jewish question with him in his Berchtesgaden mountain 
retreat, I actually saw white, foamy saliva exude from the 
corner of his mouth.
p. 99-100 L.P. Lochner-What about Germany?

I recall the first time I met Adolf Hitler. It was in January 
or February, 1930.

P. 100- L.P. Lochner-What about Germany?

At the door to Hitler's office, we (with Roehm) were met 
by Rudolph Hess. It was Hess who stood behind Hitler 
throughout our brief talk. It was Hess who took down full 
notes of what was said on both sides. It was Hess to whom 
Hitler turned occasionally as though to find support, and 
Hess invariable [sic] nodded assent. Roehm clicked his 
heels and left.

We remained standing as we spoke; obviously it was to be 
merely a formal introduction. Hitler in those days always 
wore a dark blue or black business suit, white shirt, black 
tie and party button. He reserved the brown uniform for 
party events. His voice was hoarse from speaking at mass 
meetings. His gestures were nervous, his eyes piercing; his 
hair, as always, was parted on the right side. Over his desk 
there was a protrait [sic] of Frederick the Great whom, of all
Germany's historic characters, Hitler had chosen as his hero.

It has often been remarked that Hitler's success is due in part 
to his ability to ingratiate himself with visitors whom he 
hopes to win over, by saying what he thinks they want to 
hear. (His imperious ultimatums to those whom he feels 
strong enough to crush are another matter.)
P. 101-102 - L.P. Lochner-What about Germany?


In the present instance, without waiting for me to ask a
question, he launched voluntarily into German-American

"It should be easy to come to an understanding with the
United States," he observed. "the only thing that divides 
us is the problem of reparations, which I insist are political 
debts. When we come to power, we intend, of course, to pay 
all private debts. Investments, loans and so forth are good 
with us. But we shall see to it that political debts are canceled."

Most of what Hitler discussed with me then is obsolete today- 
his tactics toward his chief political adversaries the Social 
Democrats; his experience in the Thuringian campaign, 
where the Nazis for the first time obtained a majority; his
belief in the necessity of a large armed force for Germany.
There was a curt gesture of dismissal, a brief handshake, 
and my first meeting with Adolf Hitler was ended.
P. 102 L.P. Lochner-What about Germany?

I had heard Hitler speak in public for the first time a 
month or so before, in January, 1930. After his release 
from jail following the ill-fated beer cellar putsch of 
1923, he was banned from Prussia. This meeting was his 
first public appearance in the German capital and he 
decided to address the students of the university.

As the brown uniform was then forbidden in Prussia, the
 students who had been selected as his bodyguard wore the 
same type of white shirt and black trousers. They filled the
 aisles and lined the walls.

Hitler too wore a black suit, white shirt and black tie. My first 
impression of him was that of a consummate showman. As 
movie cameras were turned upon him, he pretended not to 
notice them, spoke earnestly to his shadow, Rudolf Hess, and, 
as the cameras continue to click, began to  write as though he 
were drawing us an outline of his remarks. It was good acting.

His impassioned speech that evening centered about his usual 
tirade against the Treaty of Versailles. Its details are uninteresting 
now. I looked about me and saw that his young followers were 
transported and that he himself seemed to be in a trance. Yet he 
exerted no magnetic power over me. His eyes seems to hypnotize 
those at whom he looked sharply, yet his glance left me 
personally untouched.

I came away from that meeting wondering how a man whose 
diction was by no means faultless, who ranted and fumed and 
stamped, could so impress young intellectuals. Of all people, I 
thought, they should have detected the palpable flaws in his logic....
P 102-103 L.P. Lochner- What about Germany?


December 1932
..It was quite clear that Hitler had been carefully coached by 
Hanfstaengl on burning problems of foreign policy. Before 
we had an opportunity to put a question, Putzi was there 
with a suggestive query. A few hours later the world press 
was full of snappy, pithy direct quotations from the man 
who had hitherto been regarded as a crack-brain and political 
amok-runner. Thanks to Hanfstaengl's clever handling of 
the meeting, Hitler could from now on command the 
attention of foreign powers and foreign readers.
P. 103-4 L.P. Lochner What about Germany?

Putzi had lived in the United States for many years and knew 
American press methods, so he immediately saw the point 
and arranged for me to see Der Fuehrer early in February 1934. 
I quote at random from the published accounts of that interview.

 "As I entered the study Hitler emerged from behind a desk in 
the right-hand corner of the spacious room. He was dressed in 
the brown uniform of a Nazi storm trooper. He came halfway 
across the room to greet me affably, and then motioned me to
 sit on a settee while he and the sole witness to our conversation 
seated themselves in straight-back chairs. Our whole conversation 
was in German.
"I asked: 'Herr Reichskanzler, in the days before you came 
into power you mingled with the people to kiip [sic] in close 
contact with them. Now when you appear anywhere, the 
streets are decorated and set speeches of welcome, delivered 
by the heads of local governments, greet you. How do you 
keep contact with the common man?'
"A smile illuminated Hitler's face and then he laughed. 'For 
one thing, you ought to sit at my daily lunch table upstairs,' he 
said, and laughed again. 'You would see how every day new 
faces turn up. My house is like a beehive. The latchstring is 
always out for my co-fighters, no matter how humble their 
rank, Our organization reaches down into the smallest hamlet
 and village; from everywhere my followers come to Berlin 
and drop in on me. Over that luch [sic] table they then tell me 
about their worries and troubles.

"'There are, of course, numerous other methods of keeping 
in touch with affairs, but I just mention this characteristic one 
by way of illustration'"

P. 104-105 L.P. Lochner- What about Germany


cont. Interview Febr. 1934
"..Remember that was back in 1934. Since then times have 
changed. Hitler has become one of the most unapproachable
men in the world. The easily accessible round table in the
 chancellery has long become a legend. Hitler, according to the 
testimony of men who know, now sees and hears only whom 
or what the coterie surrounding him deem fir for him.

My account of that fifty-minute interview is too long to 
reproduce here. At one point I described how Der Fuehrer's 
"face darkened and his voice grew hard. At other times I found 
him using "crisp, precise words,: or "pausing for a moment 
to reflect, then speaking quickly," or "speaking in a voice 
that vibrated with emotion, his jaw became firmly set, his 
index finger pointed straight at me."

Hanfstaengl liked this form of personalized interview, and 
he felt his chief would approve of the transcript; but he was 
certain that, if my copy were first sent to the Propaganda
 Ministry, all human references would be eliminated.

"I am going to keep the manuscript in my pocket," he said, 
when I submitted a German translation to him, "until I can 
place it directly in the Fuehrer's hands. I want to make sure 
he is in a good humor when I hand it to him,"

A month elapsed before the interview was approved; only 
certain references to the German navy were struck out.
"We never even spoke about the navy," declared Hitler. 
Whether he really did not remember a subject on which 
he had discoursed at some length or whether he had suffered 
a change of heart, I did not know.

The real facts in the case are that Hitler, by way of illustrating 
his desire to get jobs for everybody, said he thought the navy 
was altogether too costly an instrument of defense.

"You build a battleship or a cruiser," I remember him 
saying- and the original transcript of the interview, 
now in a safe place in Berlin, will bear me out- "and
almost before it has been put into commission, it is 
outmoded. The cost is terrific and the utility doubtful.
I would much rather take this money and apply it to road 
construction and building projects. The same amount of 
money would yield much bigger returns and provide far 
more jobs."
P 104 -06-  L.P. Lochner- What about Germany?

Genius at propaganda and publicity as he is, Hitler seems 
to dislike the press as much as Mussolini likes it. We who 
accompanied Der Fuehrer to Italy in May, 1938, observed 
that as soon as Benito Mussolini reached a platform, 
podium, or observation point with his Teuton guest, he 
looked around for the press stand. If he did not find it 
immediately, he would adk [sic] his press chief to point 
out where we were. Then he would beam upon us, wave 
his hand, and nod affably.

At first he tried to point us out to Adolf Hitler. But Der 
Fuehrer wasn't interested. He never turned around.
P 106  L.P. Lochner- What about Germany?


As the dictators' open car approached our Balcony, Mussolini 
looked up and smiled an engaging welcome. Hitler didn't raise 
his eyes. Mussolini pulled him by the sleeve, pointed to our 
group and said something. No sale. Hitler wouldn't look up.

The apparent dislike for the press does not indicate, however 
that the Fuehrer is unconscious or indifferent to its power as 
an instrument in influencing public opinion, He has an 
uncanny sense for publicity and the press is always given 
choice seats at public ceremonies. During the present war, 
all newsmen's trips to the front were personally approved by 
Der Fuehrer, not only in regard to the points to be visited but 
in regard to the men to be invited.

During his various triumphal entries into Berlin, the heads of 
foreign news associations were always asked to drive in a car
 behind the Fuehrerwagen....
P. 107 - L.P. Lochner- What about Germany

Der Fuehrer took the binoculars from his eyes, turned to me 
and said, "Isn't that wonderful?" (Ist das nicht wunderbar?)
Adolf Hitler had been standing in an alcove of Nurnberg's 
famous castle, listening with visible emotion to the cries of 
"Heil Hitler," from the thousands milling around in the street 
leading up to the main approach to the castle. He had taken 
the spy glasses from his super-tall, bulky, brown-shirted 
adjutant, Wilhelm Brauckner, in order to study more closely 
the faces of the men and women far below.

He was still in a trance as he addressed me. But the imperious, 
possessive voice of Julius Streicher broke the spell. Placing his 
hand in a patronizing manner on Hitler's shoulder, the 
notorious Jew-baiter boasted: "That wasn't an easy job, was it, 
for me to deliver this section of the city to you, Mein Fuehrer. 
Remember how it was honeycombed with communists, 
and how you thought we could never win these people over? 
Those were the days alright."

Der Fuehrer seemed irritated. It was tactless for Streicher to 
assume a condescending attitude in the presence of foreigners. 
But Hitler controlled his temper, bit his lips, and walked 
over to the lunch table where several party big-shots were 
sitting. He had barely begun to munch a sandwich, however, 
before he jumped up, ran to the window, waved to the crowd 
below, and repeated, "Isn't that wonderful."
p. 108  L.P. Lochner- What about Germany?


Year after year, during the five mile drive through the 
medieval city out press cars were, by Hitler's personal 
orders, sandwiched in between his own open limousine 
and the one containing his closest collaborators- Goering, 
Goebbels, Hess, Himmler, and so forth. We could thus 
study his face and note with what satisfaction he heard 
the ecstatic cries that, in volume, reminded one of the 
organ notes of Niagara Falls, from the masses who 
lined the avenue. He laps up popular adulation. he 
gets terrific enjoyment from driving slowly through 
the narrow, winding streets of the ancient city, with 
"heil"ing thousands fairly oozing from the miniature 
windows and hugging the quaint gables.

Then, on one of these triumphal processions, we came 
upon a street in which not a single person was to be found.

Hitler's face flushed with rage. Why aren't there any 
people here?" he cried, turning to his chief adjutant 
Brueckner in the rear seat of the car.

Brueckner must have attempted some flippant reply, for 
Der Fuehrer shouted at him angrily, "You get out and
 report to me later."

Meekly, the huge bodyguard climbed out of the car, 
looking sheepish, and our procession moved on. Much 
later, Brueckner, out of breath from his climb to the castle, 
reappeared, clicked the heels of his high spurred boots, raised 
his right arm snappily in Nazi salute and reported, "Mein 
Fuehrer, the street is so narrow at that point the wheels of 
the cars were on the sidewalks. It would have been dangerous 
for any people to stand there."

Meanwhile, Hitler had become so spiritually intoxicated by the 
"heil" of the crowds that his anger had disappeared. "In Ordnung,"
 (Okay) he said curtly, dismissing his tall adjutant. The "incident"
 was closed.

Adolf Hitler's close associated [sic] know this craving for popular
applause, and frequently use it for their own ends. For instance, 
Hitler's first meeting with Mussolini in Venice shortly after his 
assumption of power, did not go off well. The Italian journalists 
in Berlin told us gloatingly that after Der Fuehrer's plane took off, 
Il Duce explained, "There flies a fool".

Hitler returned to Munich in one of those fits of respondency that, 
according to "grapevine" reports, seize him with increasing frequency
 as the years go on. The wily Dr. Goebbels knew the unfailing remedy 
for getting him out of the doldrums. What Hitler needed at this point
 was the applause of the masses. A special meeting at the moment 
would necessaryly [sic] have the Mussolini conference as its theme, 
and Hitler could not proclaim any new triumphs scored at Venice. 
But the crafty little propaganda doctor was equal to the situation.
P. 109-110  L.P. Lochner- What about Germany?

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