But the State Youth is the official organization of an all-powerful government at peace with itself. What battle is possible within the state? What battles can they praise?
The years of struggle before the Machtergreifung — the Nazi word for Hitler’s seizure of power — are featured in these magazines. Editors must clutch at this straw, the detail of history in which the State Youth of today did actually “battle” for something. There were “battles in halls” when young Nazis broke into pacifist meetings, and “street battles” during which Republican police arrested or warned Hitler toughs for their misdemeanors. But at least there was fighting! Those were great days, when some stood watch while others painted signs or put up illegal placards; the democratic government could be deceived in a hundred ways. The “illegal placarding” haunts almost every issue of the Nazi youth magazines; even the more reticent Hilf ’ Mit! cannot give enough space to this phase of the “Years of Battle.”
A certain Herr Peter Osten, who tells of past experiences, “grave and gay,” is a specialist on this theme. He writes: “We were just a small troop of Hitler boys and helped prepare placards and newspaper propaganda. Angriffe and Signale[Nazi papers] were folded from early morning to late at night. Shortly after one o’clock we had finally completed our task. But since the greater number of us could not very well go home so late, as our parents thought we were out with some harmless bunch of Boy Scouts, we decided just to go on with the propaganda. We wanted to paint placards. It was an excellent time for it. Only one thing was missing: paint and two brushes. Suddenly, somehow, these too appeared. Lulu, one of our best and most active members, had ‘organized’ them from somewhere. Then we explored the neighborhood. The placard-painters followed and behind them, as further protection against the police, a few ‘harmless passers-by.’”
A little earlier in the same text, describing an enrollment expedition in cars which a large number of “Hitler Youths” made throughout the country, he says: “At first everything took its normal course and some of us were a little disappointed that nothing at all new was going to happen. A few communistic day-laborers passed us and defiantly cried their greeting — Red Front — to us. Normally, we would have laughed at them. But since we had decided to have an adventure, they became our victims. The car stopped and a few of us finished the work promptly and neatly.”
That is the “period of struggle,” even when the Nazis tell the story: lying to parents, making fools of officials, stealing tools — and, when they met “some communistic day-laborers” (some workmen, who dared express disapproval of young men who did not work but went out on hoodlum enrollment excursions), since they had decided “to have some adventure,” the workmen “became victims,” and were “finished promptly and neatly.”
Peter Osten, story-teller, tells another bit of the lives of the “illegal placarders.”
“…Hans pulled his cap over his face, pressed the portfolio tightly under his arm, and went off with mighty strides toward the place appointed. A blue coffee-can stuck out of his right pocket, which gave him the appearance of a young worker. With mad haste, Gerhardt rushed to the scene on his bicycle. They greeted each other joyfully, and both agreed that they really had succeded in disguising themselves. They now proceeded on their way together and finally rejoined the others behind a colony of gardens on the outskirts of the city. All of them almost burst into loud laughter. In the center of the group was a girl flirting outrageously with Werner, the trumpeter. ‘Just for practice,’ she said; or rather, he said, for it was no other than Traugott, whose smooth skin fitted him best for the part…. ‘Silence!’ commanded Gerhardt, ‘Now we will first of all take inventory.’ Two large new pots of paint, two brand-new brushes and some glue, made their appearance. ‘You have my talent for organization to thank for the paint and the brushes,’ Werner announced proudly. Soon everything was ready. ‘If one of us really is caught by the police, he is on no account to give any information concerning the others,’ said Gerhardt, leader of the group ( Kameradschaftsführer ), as a last warning. Two boys on bicycles started off, and investigated the neighborhood, so as to save the group any unpleasant surprise. In front of the boys who were to do the actual placarding, a pair of lovers ran to and fro. In their little valise were all the tools…. Now the painters put on gloves… and chose a nice black fence as their first field of activity. The lovers did not stand about inactive, but took hold of one of the paint-pots and began to smear the asphalt shamelessly….”
When the police finally did come, the childish gangsters had no difficulty in heading them off: “And unsuspectingly the police proceeded on their search for the criminals who disturbed the peace of the night. ‘Luck, that time,’ said Hans. ‘Those make-believe lovers were a good idea.’ At daybreak the boys went home, still talking excitedly.”
This noble tale has all the decoration of the “time of battle”: we have the sentinels, the stolen tools, the trick played on the police by Traugott’s masquerade. This last, the story of the boy with the smooth skin, dressed as a girl, flirting “outrageously with Werner,” is a piquant added bit that is not untypical. Captain Roehm was not the only man of his type among the Nazi ranks, and Baldur von Schirach’s organization is still faithful to Roehm’s tradition.
Schirach himself is the editor of the German Girl, a magazine which gives him an opportunity to interest himself, in a brotherly manner and with great sensitivity, in such subjects as “the spiritual position of woman in Germany,” and “her great mission,” as well as in “all specifically feminine aims.” The Hitler Youth, in contrast, “is a corporation emphatically masculine in style of uniform; manly, too, as regards its unconditional point of view: brutality, and harshness of outlook.” The word “brutality” is used here, it will be noted, in a completely laudatory sense, giving all desirability to the quality. There is now a whole group of words which are used with a derogatory meaning everywhere else in the world, but which the Nazis have invested with favorable meanings: words like “fanaticism,” “harshness,” and others, “merciless,” “blind,” and even “barbarous.”