CHAPTER XXVIII

SOME RECOLLECTIONS

During seven weeks’ sojourn in this charming little country of Holland,

in the course of the many walks I took along the countryside, in the

woods and parks, my thoughts reverted to that prison where I had lived

for three years. My mind recalled certain conversations and certain

incidents.

I spoke a little while ago of Lieutenant Block and his courteous

manner towards me. It should not be inferred, however, from what I

stated, that Prussianism was obliterated from him. He had the Prussian

officer’s demeanor. He did not attempt to hide that he belonged to the

autocratic and irrepressible military caste.

It will be remembered that in 1916 the Kaiser issued a proclamation

pronouncing the reform of Parliamentary institutions in Prussia, and

particularly the uniformity of electoral franchise for all citizens.

Fear of the people is the beginning of political wisdom.

In Prussia, the representatives of the people are elected by three

classes of electors, and although the Social-Democrats registered a

sufficient number of votes to give them a third of the representation

in the Prussian Diet, they were only a few deputies.

The Prussian Government, in conformity with the Imperial proclamation,

had introduced a bill providing for the reform of the electoral

franchise. The majority of the Prussian Parliament refused to adopt the

projected law. At that time there was a violent controversy carried on

in the German press on this subject.

There were in Germany then several newspapers with large circulations

which could be designated as Liberal–that is to say, they were in favor

of the principle of responsible government, not in Germany alone, but

also in Prussia. They fought continually and stubbornly against the

pan-German doctrine. I may cite the Frankfurter Zeitung, the Berliner

Tageblatt, the Vossische Zeitung besides Socialist newspapers like

the Volkszeitung and the Vorwaerts. At the jail we received all the

German newspapers. I was a subscriber to the Berliner Tageblatt, and

this newspaper was the only one on my table. I had much admiration for

the publicist, whose name is well known in France–Theodore Wolfe. This

journalist repeatedly condemned German autocracy in his articles–he did

it so often that his writings became popular with all of us. He was

frequently so outspoken that we really expected to see him arrive one

fine day in our midst.

The officer during his daily visits observed the Tageblatt lying on my

table, a fact which more than once gave rise to an exchange of views

between us on the political institutions of Germany, and particularly

on the Parliamentary situation as it existed in Prussia at that time.

The Prussian Diet had just refused to adopt the draft of the bill above

referred to. That same day the visiting officer entered my cell, his

face beaming with smiles. He rejoiced–words were not strong enough, he

said, to express the satisfaction he felt at what had happened. Prussia

was to maintain her old system, the autocratic system under which this

man was convinced she had achieved prosperity and greatness; and this

it was that pleased him so much.

It is very difficult for us, accustomed, as we have become, to a

democratic system, to conceive the voluntary abdication, on the part

of a man of the standing and importance of Lieutenant Block, of all

participation in the administration of public affairs. Here was a

professor, a man between 35 and 40 years of age, who confessed and

glorified in the fact that he had never voted! And when I expressed

great surprise, and endeavored to ascertain from him what were the real

motives of his abstention, he replied, with apparent sincerity: “Have

we not got our Kaiser, who is at the same time King of Prussia, to

efficiently govern the country?”…

Another instance which reveals something of the real heart of a

Prussian officer is the following: We were at the epoch of the

catastrophe which fell upon Britain when Lord Kitchener was drowned

off the Scottish coast. This news was reported to me, like all other

news of a disquieting character, with great eagerness by the visiting

officer. Others may be amazed at the lack of tact, to say the least,

here shown, as we in the prison were each of us amazed in turn.

“Kitchener has been drowned,” announced the officer with glee.

The news drew from me a pained expression of sorrow.

“How regrettable,” I cried.

The officer drew himself up to his full height, and his eyes flashed as

he retorted, “Nicht fur uns. Nicht fur uns.” (“Not for us. Not for us.”)

“Listen,” I retorted. “The intention of my remark was to convey to you

how regrettable it is that a soldier of the worth of Lord Kitchener,

instead of finding a glorious death on the battlefield, should have

perished in the manner reported.”

“Nicht fur uns. Nicht fur uns,” the Prussian insisted.

Many months passed. The man had evidently forgotten the incident of

Kitchener’s death. One morning he came to my cell with face long,

and expression sad. “Have you heard the awful news?” he asked me.

“Richthofen has fallen.”

Richthofen, Germany’s most famous aviator, was dead after seventy-five

great aerial victories.

“Yes, Richthofen has fallen,” the officer repeated. “Is it not

regrettable?”

“Nicht fur uns. Nicht fur uns,” I answered without hesitation.

“How can you say that?” he said. “Is it not a matter of regret that a

great hero like Richthofen should disappear?”

“Nicht fur uns,” I said again, not knowing what might be the outcome of

my boldness.

“Why do you talk like this?” the officer asked.

“I am merely following your example,” I told him. “When I ventured to

express my regret at Lord Kitchener’s death, regret that a soldier of

his valor had been drowned, and not killed in the manner of the valiant

soldier he was, you made use of this expression. To-day Richthofen

has fallen, but he fell in the arena where his skill and genius and

valor earned for him an immortal name. Acknowledge that his loss is

regrettable for Germany, but you cannot expect the countries at war

with Germany will experience regret in the same sense that you feel

it, although I am sure they will pay just tribute to his valor as an

aviator.”

The officer left me a few minutes afterwards. I do not know if he

appreciated the appropriateness of my remarks.

One day I had a sharp discussion with Captain Wolfe, of the

Kommandantur at Berlin. This officer occupied the position of a

judicial war counsellor and held a high and responsible office at the

Kommandantur. He was naturally vested with considerable authority.

Nobody realized this fact more than those who were detained against

their will, and in spite of just protests, in the jail on Dirksen

street. Well, on the day to which I am referring Captain Wolfe visited

the jail and condescended to hear me. That was his manner of answering

the numerous petitions I had addressed to the military authorities

during the previous months. Periodically I would undertake against the

authorities what may be called an “offensive” for liberty. On this

occasion I submitted to Captain Wolfe the fact that I had been arrested

in a neutral country–that is to say, Belgium. I said that no foreign

subject could lawfully be made a prisoner there, at least not until the

military authorities had given all foreign subjects a fair opportunity

to leave the territory.

“But Belgium is not, and was not, a neutral country,” Captain Wolfe

protested.

“I do not understand you,” I said.

“Belgium,” he answered, “had become the ally of Britain and the enemy

of Germany.”

“I still fail to understand you,” I said.

“Have you not read the documents which were taken from the archives at

Brussels?” he asked. “These official documents constitute a solemn

confirmation of my pretension that Belgium was allied with Britain.”

As a matter of fact, the Gazette de l’Allemagne du Nord (Die Nord

Deutsche Allgemeine Zeitung), a semi-official newspaper, did publish

during the course of the winter of 1914-1915 a series of documents

alleged to have been found in the archives of Brussels. No doubt these

documents were likewise published in all the allied countries. They

purported to contain the draft of a convention between a military or

naval officer of Britain and the Belgian authorities concerning an

eventual landing of British troops at Ostend. I had previously taken

cognizance of these documents and incidentally of a commentary by

a Belgian military expert to the following effect: “The landing of

British troops in Belgium was only to take place _after the violation

of Belgian neutrality by Germany_.” This correction removed from the

documents all vestige of hostility against Germany.

After the publication of these documents comments from official

sources were published in the press, and it was said, amongst other

things, that _the contents were known to the competent authorities in

Germany before the declaration of war_. I accordingly asked Captain

Wolfe if this were true?

“It is,” he answered.

“Then how is it,” I further asked, “that the Imperial Chancellor, Von

Bethmann-Hollweg, on August 4, made the following declaration before

the Reichstag: ‘At the moment I am addressing you German troops have

perhaps crossed the frontier and invaded Belgium’s territory. It must

be acknowledged that this is a violation of the rights of the people

and of international treaties. But Germany proposes and binds herself

to repair all the damages caused to Belgium so soon as she shall have

attained her military designs’?”

It is impossible to describe the officer’s embarrassment.

“Well,” he mumbled, in an effort to submit more or less of an

explanation, “it was because Belgium also peremptorily refused to let

us pass.”

The tone and manner of his “explanation” indicated plainly enough that

Captain Wolfe was capitulating.

In the pan-German newspapers more particularly, this attitude of Von

Bethmann-Hollweg before the Reichstag was much criticized. It was

declared that such a statement constituted a sufficient reason for his

immediate release from Chancellorship.

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