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Wednesday, February 08, 2017

Read the True Story of One of the Geniuses, Whose Exploits were Depicted in the Book and Movie, Hidden Figures! (A Black History Month Moment)

 

 

Arthur Rudolph
 


Re-posted by Nicholas Stix

[By the same author: “America Should be Ashamed: Why isn’t HIDDEN FIGURES About ‘Nazi Scientist’ Arthur Rudolph?”]

Re-posted by Nicholas Stix

The following essay is a summary of Hugh McInnish’s out-of-print book, An American in Exile. The price for a used copy is up to $100-and-change.

Margot Lee Shetterly wrote a fake book about NASA, in which she stole the accomplishments of Arthur Rudolph, Jack Crenshaw, and other white men, and gave them to three black women. The black woman did live, and at least one is still alive, but their accomplishments were fictional, as were the “racist” whites who were invented to give the film a fake historical backdrop, and in order to give the black women’s fake accomplishments more historical and moral oomph.
 

Jack Crenshaw
 

 

AN AMERICAN IN EXILE

By Hugh McInnish

March 27, 1984. "It was a wretched, sad day," Marianne Rudolph remembers. She was waiting in the San Francisco airport with her mother and with her father, Arthur Rudolph, and it was about time for her parents to board their plane.

Before his fall from grace Dr. Rudolph had been a distinguished scientist who led America to the moon, and received the highest honors NASA can bestow. Neal Sher, a Government lawyer, was there too.

"We hadn't expected him," Marianne said. "Mom and I left Dad for just a few minutes and Sher pounced on him. I guess he wanted to make sure Dad carried out his part of the bargain." Marianne bade her parents a tearful farewell and watched as their plane taxied away. In a moment it was in the air, carrying them into exile for the rest of their lives.

Arthur Rudolph's departure in disgrace from the United States was just one more incredible scene in the drama of his episodic life, a drama of hunger, defeat, and brushes with death-- of recovery, achievement, and glory-- and now, at age 77, of betrayal and ignominy. The drama stretches back to a place called Stepfershausen, a tiny village which is today just across the border in communist East Germany.

There Arthur Rudolph was born in 1906, the son of modest farm folk. His love of things mechanical was evident from the start, and one of his earliest memories is of being carried in his father's arms to a place in the village where a steam roller was operating, and of pounding on his father's chest with his fists in protest when he would let him watch no longer. "I was fascinated by the hissing steam, the to-and-fro motion of the pistons, the drive belts, and so forth," Rudolph says. But not for long would the little boy have his father to enjoy.

He died on the Eastern Front in World War I, and Rudolph's widowed mother had to sell a part of the farm so that Arthur could go to college. He graduated from the College of Berlin in 1930 with a degree in mechanical engineering.

His first permanent job was in a Berlin suburb with a firm called Heylandt, a manufacturer of oxygen, a commodity that would find a pivotal role in the big war that was to come--and already we can imagine the first jerky movements of a hand as it begins to scribble its message on the wall. On his second day at work there occurred an unexpected incident that set Rudolph on his life's path.

Right after quitting time he was startled by a loud, unexplained roar, and he rushed outside to investigate. There he found a colorful Austrian by the name of Max Valier. Rudolph had not met Valier before, but he recognized him. "I had seen pictures of him in magazines, and he was in the newsreels, so he was well known," he explains. "He had written a book about flying to the planets. He was a far-out thinker."

Valier was famous for his experiments with rocket sleds and rocket cars, and Rudolph had found him at his test stand, where he had just fired one of his primitive rockets. Rudolph was fascinated with this slightly kooky visionary who talked of going to the stars, and he talked him into letting him become his unpaid assistant. So the two worked together after hours and on weekends, doing experiments on little rockets about a foot long. They had begun a promising relationship, but it was tragically short-lived.

One Saturday they were experimenting, measuring the thrust of their rocket with a kitchen scales. All day they had been working. It was just about dark and they still hadn't reached their goal of 100 kilograms on the scales, but they decided to make just one more run and see if they could push the indicator over the mark. Suddenly the rocket they were testing exploded. Rudolph was knocked flat on his back, and the wall behind him was peppered with holes from flying metal. When he got up he saw that all that was left of the rocket was a steady stream of oxygen, visible from the vapor it formed, spraying into the air. Valier was slouched in the arms of another assistant, moving his lips, but making no sounds. A chunk of metal had pierced his chest and severed his aorta. Within a minute he was dead.

The Valier accident caused a public uproar, and a bill was introduced in the Reichstag which would outlaw rocket experiments. It didn't pass, but the proprietor of the Heylandt works forbade further experiments in his plant. By now, though, the contagion of rocketry, with its alluring promise of traveling into space, had so infected Rudolph that he was determined to continue experimenting where Valier had left off. "I remember that I was so fascinated by this experience and the question of why in the world did the Valier explosion happen," he said. "I started investigating flow patterns of the kerosene and oxygen. One is very cold and the other warm. When they meet what happens?" Rudolph worked surreptitiously in an abandoned lab at the Heylandt works, coming out into the open with experiments when the owner was out of town.

Rocketry was a work of love for him in those days, but it soon became a work of survival. The Great Depression swept across the waters from the United States and rolled over Germany, and like millions of others Rudolph lost his job. But after a period of unemployment he managed to get a contract from the German Army to design and build an experimental rocket motor, and when it performed satisfactorily he was offered a permanent job. The officer who hired him later described him as "a lean starved-looking engineer with reddish-blond hair."

When Rudolph signed on with the Army, Wernher von Braun was already there. Von Braun, the bright and charismatic young physicist who would become known around the globe, had come to work some months earlier, and he, Rudolph, and a mere handful of others formed the coterie of the rocket team that would soon shake the world. At first they ran their experiments at an artillery range near Berlin but soon outgrew it and had to find a place with more space. One day von Braun returned to work after a weekend visit home and announced that his mother had told him where he should build his new rocket research facility. It was at a spot on the Baltic called Peenemuende, meaning mouth of the Peene River. The Scientist's mother prevailed and the rocket team moved to the Baltic.

A beautiful self-contained community was carefully planned and put in place at Peenemuende. Well constructed facilities and nice homes of permanent construction for the scientists and their families were built. The settlement had its own school. With such a concentrated cluster of intellectual power the community had more of an academic atmosphere than that of a military installation, and even after the war started it kept an idyllic isolation. Arthur Rudolph loved working in research and development, and he loved his association with von Braun, so he protested vehemently when he was told to become manager of production of the A-4 Rocket, since it required that he break away from both. He could not dissuade his superiors, however, so he went dutifully about his task of ordering production equipment and setting up an assembly line for the A-4, better known by the name that Joseph Goebbels gave it as the V-2 (Vergeltungswaffe-2, or Payback Weapon-2).

But at just that moment when he was ready to commence production, Rudolph's plans were disrupted by another brush with death. On the night of 17-18 August 1943, the British hurled their entire Bomber Command, every plane they could get off the ground, at Peenemuende. Six hundred planes started bombing around midnight. Hoping to catch the scientists in their beds, they had made one of their targets the residential area. Rudolph, his wife and their daughter Marianne, five years old at the time, huddled in a bunker in their backyard, terrified, as wave after wave of bombs thundered down around them. Then there came a moment of special terror. Fire from an incendiary bomb came through the top of the bunker and set little Marianne's hair on fire, and she and her mother had to smother the fire with their hands. When finally the raid ended the Rudolph family emerged from their bunker, and in the dark night beheld a grisly world of fire and destruction. Their own house took no direct hit but was uninhabitable from near misses.

At daybreak all the wives and children were evacuated from Peenemuende. And several days later Rudolph got a surprising phone call from the commanding general. "Rudolph, we've got to move the V-2 facility to a safer place," he said. "Get with Sawatzki and go with him to the new site." So Rudolph got into an Opel with this man named Sawatzki, a person he barely knew, and headed for he didn't quite know where. In fact they drove south about 300 kilometers to a place near Nordhausen called the Mittelwerk, and when they got there Rudolph got two surprises: First, this so-called Mittelwerk, or Middlework, was an incredible underground labyrinth. It had been excavated before World War I as a gypsum mine. Second, he learned that forced laborers supplied by the SS from their concentration camps were to be used as the main labor force. Now began the 18-month period from which would spring the ghosts to haunt Rudolph in his old age.

The production equipment at Peenemuende had been relatively undamaged in the British raid, so he moved it to the tunnels of the Mittelwerk, and production began. Then one evening in 1944, at 52 seconds past 6:40, the first V-2 arrived in London. Mary Lee Settle of Charleston, West Virginia was there. "On the eighth of September I was walking with a friend in Soho when the ground under us heaved and then was still again. Six miles away the first V-2 had landed in Chiswick," she wrote. "They were terrible, in all the classic sense of that misused word. There was no warning. If you heard the explosion you were safe. It was a miracle they weren't launched earlier. I believe that London could have panicked under too long a siege of them."

The conditions inside the tunnels of the Mittelwerk where the V-2 was produced were primitive, especially at first. There were no sanitary facilities, only open barrels that were used as toilets. In other parts of the tunnel network blasting operations were in progress to enlarge the underground area, and dust produced by the explosions spread throughout the tunnels, causing moisture to condense, sometimes producing a sort of rain. The Dora concentration camp was built nearby to house the prisoners, but until it was completed they had to sleep in the tunnels. Prisoners, as well as some of the civilian work force, died as a result of the unhealthy conditions. And Rudolph tells of a particularly brutal act by the SS.

"I think it was January of 1945," he said. "I got a phone call from a high SS officer, and he ordered me to stop all work and bring my civilian employees to a particular place in the tunnel. The SS led the prisoners to the same place. When we got there, there was a public hanging of several prisoners. The SS told me that the hangings were punishment and deterrence for an attempt by the prisoners to take over the plant in an uprising and murder the leading civilians." Rudolph added that he himself knew of no such planned uprising.

Almost until the end of the war Rudolph worked in the Mittelwerk as the V-2 production manager under Sawatzki. He had no control over the prisoners, who were guarded and supervised by the SS. There were about 2,500 of these forced laborers in each of two shifts, and twice a day the SS would march one group out of the tunnels back to the camp, and march the other group in. The rules forbade the civilians to deal directly with the prisoners on the production line, although Rudolph said that as a practical matter this was sometimes done anyway.

Rudolph was constantly watched and threatened, and was, in a way, not much above a forced laborer himself. The extreme stress of the Mittelwerk took its toll on him as it did on others. When he entered the tunnels he weighed 180 pounds. When at last he came out of this bizarre netherworld he was down to 124. At the end of the war he was in the Bavarian countryside, running and hiding to save his life.

As the Allies had tightened their noose around the Nazi regime, rocket components flowing into the Mittelwerk had slowed to a trickle, and by early spring of 1945 production had run down to a halt. The Americans were advancing from the west and it was only a matter of time until the Mittelwerk would fall into their hands. Suddenly Rudolph was ordered to join with an SS contingent and, within the hour, retreat to Bavaria, to Oberammergau, the place of the famous passion play. "I didn't like going with the SS," Rudolph said. These guys might try all kinds of things in desperation." He managed a short delay in his departure and to go separately from the SS. When he got to Oberammergau, the other V-2 scientists were there too, having received the same orders he had. The SS was also there, and it was rumored that they planned to shoot the scientists rather than allow them to fall into enemy hands. If they all stayed together, that would only facilitate a mass execution. Dispersal was the obvious self-defense measure to be taken. "We went out into the countryside, out into the Bavarian villages," Rudolph said. "We slept in barns or on the sofas of strangers' private homes."

Rudolph and his colleagues kept constantly on the move, and their run-and-hide tactic worked. The Americans soon appeared and took them into custody. Rudolph was taken with the others to Garmisch, where he was interned in an old German barracks. "It was nice in the barracks," he said." There was plenty of food-- maybe not the best but plenty of it. And we could shower. There was hot water and we could take a hot shower." For Arthur Rudolph a splash of hot water on his body was the event marking the end of World War II.

As soon as the conflict in Europe ended, and even before, the first shots were being fired in the nascent Cold War. Russia and the United States entered an intense competition for German brains and technology. Our side had teams of soldiers and civilians which followed the invading troops, perhaps even went in ahead of them sometimes, seeking out the documents, equipment and people needed to transfer German expertise to America. When key people were found they were put into detention, as Rudolph was. At first the idea was that the technical teams would pick the scientists' brains on site, but it wasn't long before an obvious idea came forth: take the scientists to the United States.

And of course that's what happened. In what was called "Project Paperclip" some 600 scientists were brought to the United States under sponsorship of the Army, Navy, Air Force and Commerce Department. Von Braun and his people, including Arthur Rudolph and more than 100 others, were brought over as a team and stationed at Fort Bliss, Texas. Rudolph helped assemble captured V-2s, check them out, and fire them at White Sands Proving Ground in various experiments.

In 1950 the von Braun team was transferred to Redstone Arsenal at Huntsville, Alabama. In October of 1957 the Russians surprised us with Sputnik. The United States had been planning a satellite, and the von Braun team had the hardware in a warehouse to launch it, but had been held back by President Eisenhower in favor of a rocket being designed by the Navy especially for the job. With the first little beeps of Sputnik, though, the tough bureaucratic shackles abruptly fell away, von Braun was given the go ahead, and within three months Explorer I joined its Russian colleague in the sky.

For the Army Rudolph managed the development of the Pershing I missile. When NASA was formed von Braun and most of his team became the nucleus of Marshall Space Flight Center which was established on Redstone Arsenal, and Arthur Rudolph joined them later. After President Kennedy set the goal of sending a man to the moon, von Braun gave Rudolph one of the most critical jobs he had to offer, that of developing the Saturn V. The Saturn V was the giant booster rocket that lifted the astronauts off the ground and sent them toward their lunar rendezvous.

Shortly after Neil Armstrong took his famous one small step Arthur Rudolph retired from NASA. During his career he had received awards, medals and an honorary degree, and at his retirement his congressman inserted words of glowing praise in the Congressional Record. Some years after he retired he and his wife moved to San Jose, California to be near their daughter. Thirteen years after he retired, and very unexpectedly, his trouble started.

He and his wife had been away on a trip. "The letter was delivered to us the day after we got back," he recalls. "It was a registered letter from the OSI. They wanted to know if I would meet with them and answer some questions about my activities from 1939 through 1945."

The OSI, or Office of Special Investigations, is the brainchild of Elizabeth Holtzman. Holtzman was the congresswoman who, in an upset victory at the polls, ended the 50-year congressional reign of Emmanuel Celler, and who became well known from her performance on national television during the impeachment hearings of Richard Nixon. She claimed that there were thousands of war criminals afoot in the country, and she was intensely dissatisfied with the lack of government aggressiveness in pursuing them. She used her influence as a member of the House Judiciary Committee to persuade the Justice Department to implement a new initiative. In 1979 the OSI was formed as a unit within the Justice Department with the sole responsibility of hunting down Nazi war criminals.

Rudolph had never heard of the OSI, but their request seemed innocuous. This was a curious situation, yes, but he certainly had nothing to hide. He had divulged all his wartime activities to his U. S. captors at the end of the war, not once but several times, as well as to friends and colleagues, and this was now all history, well known and musty with age.

Besides, this wasn't 1944 in Hitler's Germany, and this wasn't the Gestapo that wanted to interrogate him. This was the United States of America, the same country that had recruited him at the end of the war to help strengthen the free world against communism, the same country that he had helped to beat the Russians to the moon, the same country that had taken him in as one of its own citizens, the same country that had pinned medals on his chest, the same country whose Congressional Record bore glowing testimony to his patriotic accomplishments, the same country known the world over for its humanitarianism and fairness. And his questioners were from just that part of the American Government whose very name was "Justice."

What was there to worry about? He would go and meet these people, simply repeat what the Government had known for eons, and be done with it. So a naive Arthur Rudolph obligingly bundled up his papers from 40 years earlier and, without a lawyer, proceeded to the San Jose Hyatt House, the place selected for the meeting. "This was of course my stupid mistake, my stupid naiveté," Rudolph said later. "I was dumb, dumb, dumb-- dumb!"

At the Hyatt House Rudolph found three affable young men waiting to greet him: Allan A. Ryan, Jr., Director of the OSI, Neal M. Sher, Deputy Director, and Eli M. Rosenbaum, Trial Attorney. He was sworn in and the questioning began, with a court reporter taking down the questions and answers. Sher and Rosenbaum did most of the talking with Ryan listening quietly most of the time. The three questioned Rudolph about his youth in Germany, his activities during the war, and especially about his views regarding "racial superiority." He replied that there was no such thing as what Hitler called an Aryan race, that through the centuries invading armies that crossed Germany left their children behind, creating a melting pot similar to the United States. "So a Nordic race is nonsense," he said.

The trio of lawyers questioned Rudolph for five hours. Three months later they asked for a second meeting, and he went to the Hyatt House again, this time also without a lawyer. Ryan was absent from this meeting but Sher and Rosenbaum were there and they questioned him for three hours more, generally covering the same ground as in the first meeting.

For months Rudolph heard nothing, then he got a letter from Neal Sher suggesting that he get a lawyer so that he, Sher, could discuss with the lawyer the "evidence amassed to date." Rudolph, it so happened, had in the meantime already gotten himself a lawyer, a man named George Main, choosing him from an advertisement he saw in a newspaper.

Main had a series of discussions with the OSI lawyers and they told him that they had evidence showing Rudolph to be a war criminal. While in the Mittelwerk he had persecuted forced laborers, they said. They planned to strip him of his citizenship, and they threatened to take away his NASA pension and to take the citizenship of his wife, and of his daughter. However they offered him a deal. If he would sign an agreement promising to leave the country and renounce his citizenship, they would allow him to keep his pension and other retirement rights, and wouldn't try to revoke the citizenship of any other family member.

"I had absolutely no idea what was going on," Marianne Rudolph said. "There was no inkling even when I went to see Mom and Dad." But one Sunday Rudolph called his daughter and said that he and his wife wanted to come to see her. "When they walked in the door my Mom's face was down to her knees," Marianne recalls. "They really looked bad, and I almost panicked. I knew something was wrong-- very, very wrong."

Marianne's parents told her what had happened, and weeks of agony followed. What should Arthur Rudolph do? Stand and fight, or leave quietly? He insisted that he was innocent, but the OSI said that they had both documentary evidence and witnesses, and if Rudolph was to go to trial he would have to find his own witnesses to rebut whatever testimony the OSI witnesses would give. After four decades many potential witnesses had died, and investigators would have to scour Europe, at his expense, if he was to find the people he needed. He was not a wealthy man. A trial of the kind this would be, would certainly require $100,000, probably more. He could not afford that kind of an expense.

His health was also a big factor. He was 77 and had had a near-fatal heart attack. One day he had collapsed on the floor of a supermarket and turned blue. By accident an off-duty police officer came by, gave him resuscitation, and saved him. Later he had had surgery on the artery in his neck. "There is no way that Dad could have survived the pressure of that trial," Marianne said. "He looked as white as a sheet. He was absolutely numbed by the whole thing. It would have killed him."

As the days went on the OSI turned the screws tighter. "They told us that if we didn't sign the agreement within such and such a time, that then they would do something else," Marianne remembers. "And so on we went, and on we went, and on we went. And we were getting more and more frightened that they may pull the annuity away.

"Finally, on one of our visits to the lawyer we were just sitting there, and I think that we must have all come to the same conclusion within the space of five minutes. We said, 'It's best if Dad leaves the country instead of going to trial.' There hadn't been a word said. It was just that suddenly there in the lawyer's office we looked at each other, and it must have been mental telepathy."

Rudolph signed the agreement, and that day in March when he left the country Neal Sher was at the airport to see that he carried it out-- and maybe to savor his own victory. "Sher stayed until the airplane was in the air," Marianne said. "He must have been afraid that after it pulled away from the gate it would turn around and come back."

Mrs. Rudolph had a sister living in Hamburg, so she and her husband went there to live with her until they could get a place of their own. Today they live in a Hamburg apartment.

When Rudolph's story hit the press it caused a shock. His old friends, who knew nothing of his plight until after he had left the country, were incredulous. How could this be? they asked. Some of them went to work in his behalf and pieced together the parts of his case, and some astonishing details came to light.

The most obvious question is, What are the crimes Rudolph was charged with, and what is the evidence he committed them? He confessed to nothing. In the agreement he signed with the OSI he only acknowledged that he was "familiar with the allegations" that he had participated "in the persecution of unarmed civilians because of their race, religion, national origin, or political opinion," and this is evidently what he stands accused of.

In September of 1983 Sher and Rosenbaum met with Rudolph's attorney, George Main, and, while Rudolph waited in a side room, discussed the evidence against him. "The OSI didn't want any written or personal contact with me anymore. So the meeting took place without me," Rudolph said. Main made a written record of the meeting, however, and it shows that the OSI asserted that the "primary evidence against Mr. Rudolph is in his depositions."

But the information in Rudolph's depositions is the same as that he gave to his interrogators at the end of the war. He was interviewed several times, but an interview at Fort Bliss, Texas in 1947 is of particular interest, since the transcript of that interview still exists. A simple side-by-side comparison of it with the depositions Sher and Rosenbaum say contain the "primary evidence" shows no significant differences. The OSI learned nothing about Rudolph the Government hadn't known for nearly 40 years.

Sher and Rosenbaum also said that they had some half dozen witnesses, but wouldn't identify them. They did make a special point of one of these witnesses, though, and they went out of their way to shroud him or her in mystery. They said that they could produce a "German civil worker who directly links Mr. Rudolph to providing the SS leaders with sabotage reports." In support of this they handed to Main a single typewritten sheet with certain words and phrases obliterated. This, they said, was an extract from their unnamed witness' "deposition." Their contention was that Rudolph reported prisoners for committing sabotage, the prisoners were punished, and Rudolph was therefore guilty of having participated in their mistreatment.

It was Rudolph's own daughter who discovered the hoax. After her parents had gone to Hamburg, Marianne found in the National Archives the same typewritten page Sher and Rosenbaum had given to Main. It was no "deposition" at all and it certainly was not from "their" witness. The truth was that it was a page from the courtroom testimony of a lady named Hanne-Lore Bannasch given at the Dachau Trials in 1947. The OSI lawyers had merely Xeroxed it, doctored it to disguise its identity, and misrepresented it to Main as something it was not. Bannasch had been a secretary to Sawatzki, Rudolph's boss in the tunnels. When her identity became known she was contacted and questioned about Rudolph, and she exonerated him. In a written statement she said, "I want to state at this time emphatically and in detail that I have known Arthur Rudolph since 1939 as an absolutely decent man who never committed even the least improprieties against the camp inmates in the work force." The OSI's star witness was thus shown to be a sham. This unknown accuser, whose identity Sher and Rosenbaum had so carefully concealed, was no witness for the OSI at all, but in fact was a very strong witness for the defense.

There is a way in which the identity of the other OSI witnesses can be inferred. When Rudolph was deposited on German soil as a stateless man, the West German Government asked the OSI to provide to them the evidence they had against him so that they could determine whether he could be prosecuted under German law. After a delay of nine months, during which several reminders were sent to Germany, the OSI responded with a letter which enclosed the transcripts of Rudolph's OSI interrogations, numerous excerpts from World War II vintage documents, and gave the names of nine witnesses. Assuming that the OSI wasn't withholding any pertinent information from the German Government, the half dozen witnesses they claimed to have when they talked to George Main had to be among these nine.

Attorney General Duhn of Hamburg conducted a two-year investigation of Rudolph, and his report included his evaluation of these witnesses. Two gave wildly accusatory information which Duhn rejected because it conflicted with previously well established facts. Two were mentally unfit to testify, and one actually gave testimony favorable to Rudolph. The remaining four said they knew nothing about Rudolph. Duhn cleared Rudolph of any wrongdoing, and he was soon thereafter granted German citizenship. In sum, then, the OSI had discovered nothing new about Rudolph's wartime activities. Their so-called evidence was no more than the information he himself had supplied when he was captured at the end of the war. The irony is that once the OSI got Rudolph in the spotlight numerous witnesses came forward with evidence supporting him.

Hanne-Lore Bannasch has already been mentioned. There is also Martin Adler, one of the nine putative witnesses whose names the OSI gave to Germany. He had been an inmate of the Dora camp and a forced laborer. But when he was interviewed as a part of Attorney General Duhn's investigation he gave only information favorable to Rudolph, saying, for example, that Rudolph had no responsibility for the treatment of prisoners.

Theo Webers, Gerhard Schramm, Rudi Koenig, Heinz Hilgenboecker, Roman Drung, and Francis Barwacz were all forced laborers in the tunnels, and all have come to Rudolph's defense. Scramm, for example, says that he knew Rudolph well and that he "stood up well for us prisoners and got us additional rations." Koenig says that, "Mr. Rudolph was a well liked supervisor by everybody, including prisoners; he obtained for quite some prisoners special rations and alleviations." Barwacz says that the German civilian scientists "were very kind to us prisoners, never hollering or yelling or hitting any prisoner."

The 1979 (U. S.) Attorney General's Report states that the function of the newly-formed OSI is to track down those who committed war crimes and subsequently "falsified their application for entry into the United States." (Emphasis added.) But no one has even accused Rudolph of lying. He falsified nothing.

On the other hand, the OSI adapted falsification as its primary tool, and used it, together with trickery and intimidation, to induce Rudolph to give up his citizenship. Sher and Rosenbaum behaved as galloping cowboys in an old black-and-white movie. They were vigilantes riding hell-for-leather to a necktie party, determined to dish out their own kind of justice to the branded bad guy, quickly and without too much fuss.

Rudolph is no longer important to the security, prestige or prosperity of the country. The only thing that is at stake today is justice, and justice, as it often does, is taking the hindmost. Across the sea Arthur Rudolph, now 82, is living out his allotted days, depressed and homesick for America. He is an American in exile.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sher and Rosenbaum. The Swedes again.

Anonymous said...

Paperclip incorporated more than the rocket scientists it is well known. In a whole range of fields of interest of the military were the top German experts brought to the U.S. The man who coordinated the whole effort was interviewed many years later and said that in the same circumstances he would do the same all over again.

Anonymous said...

Elizabeth Holtzman even made a concerted effort to get the Vietnamese general Loan extradited back to Vietnam. He is the man who is in the famous photo of the Viet Cong terrorist being executed at point blank range. Liz did not get her fondest wish.

jeigheff said...

You know, the ancient Egyptians were black, including one of the pharaohs, who looked and talked just like Eddie Murphy. We learned this from a Michael Jackson video. The subsequent appearance of t-shirts portraying ancient Egyptians as being black proves it all!

Stan Mute said...

A sad tale, but hardly surprising. The government created a group to sniff out evil doers and paid them quite handsomely I'm sure. They could hardly return with an assessment that they couldn't find evil doers and thus negate the reason for them to remain on the taxpayers dole. So they created evil doers. An old German rocket engineer who had outlived his usefulness was a perfect patsy. I'm guessing all the evil doer hunters are retired now on fat government pensions.