Munich’s Hidden History

Our first week in Munich, we walked happily over cobblestone streets, by impressive neoclassic buildings, through those small winding corridors that make you feel that you’re in 18th century Europe. We knew there was history around us but we didn’t know the details.

In every country we’ve visited, there are brutal war stories and stories of national regret. Of course, its well known that Germany is no different.

We spent a day with Taff Simon of Dark History Tours to learn more about Munich and its role in the building of the Third Reich. Imagine our shock when Taff took us a block from our apartment, looked up at a nondescript building and said, “Hitler lived here for nine years in his 30s.”

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It was a tired recipe that led to Hitler’s rise..a poor economy, a government in disarray, an inspiring orator, a scapegoat…and a resulting horror.

If we could see the ghosts of the Third Reich men, they would have been all around us. The Apple Store? Once the meeting room for the German Workers Party where Hitler started sharing his views. The beautiful new town hall? Its square hosted one hate filled speech after another. The beloved Hofbrauhaus where we cozied up to locals and tourists and shared a weissbier? A rallying point for the nazis. In fact, on close inspection, swaztikas can be seen on the ceiling, modified in an attempt to disguise what once was. The ghosts were everywhere.

Then and Now

Then and Now

We spent New Years Day at Dachau, the first nazi concentration camp. Formed in 1933 to house opponents of the nazi party, it became a forced labor camp for political dissidents and citizens persecuted due to their race, ethnicity, religion or sexual preference. The museum is blunt in its retelling, with a graphic film and pictures. Audio of first hand accounts from survivors and witnesses reinforce the absolute horror of what went on here. Approximately 200,000 people were housed at Dachau with a quarter dying here and others being shipped via train to that house of horrors, Auschwitz.

Dauchau Concentration Camp

Dauchau Concentration Camp

Back in Munich, a plaza called Odeonsplatz holds the memory of a 1923 coup attempt by Hitler and the location of subsequent military gatherings once Hitler became the country’s chancellor. Munich citizens were expected to perform the infamous nazi salute when passing by the marker of those who died in the coup. A quiet side street named Viscardigasse bisects the walkway to Odeonsplatz and Münchners showed their silent resistance by detouring down this side street to avoid the salute. Today the street is marked with a path of white cobblestones to honor their bravery.

A Street of Silent Protest

A Street of Silent Protest

My grandfather, Eugene Smith, was a paratrooper in the 101st Airborne Screaming Eagles and fought against the nazis in the Battle of the Bulge at Bastogne.

He spent nine months in an English hospital recovering from shrapnel wounds (he was one of the lucky ones…over 80,000 Americans died fighting at Bastogne). Eugene earned a Purple Heart, returned to the U.S. and met and married my grandmother, Barbara. He never talked about the war.

Eugene Smith, aka "grandpa"

Eugene Smith, aka “grandpa”

And there’s a sense of this in Munich too…a desire to leave it behind.  Memorials to the victims are hard to find and those that do exist appear to be under debate (an unlit everlasting flame?). How do you acknowledge the ghosts without placing plaques with his name all over the city?

Germany is not alone in its history…brutal human conflict exists today.  What is the best way to remember the horror of which humans are capable but that we just as strongly have the ability to walk a different path or…bravely hurl ourselves out of a plane into enemy territory in the name of humanity?

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9 thoughts on “Munich’s Hidden History

  1. Wonderful and thoughtful post. We found Dachau to be such a somber reminder of humanity, which can flow many directions. We found many Germans embarrassed by their past yet on the school day we visited Dachau it was full of children. A requirement of the German education is an annual visit to a camp, “so we do not forget”.

  2. A powerful and meaningful essay Rachel. This trip you are on is an education none of you could have garnered through books or a school room.

  3. What a fascinating tour in Munich. I had the opportunity to visit Auschwitz a few years ago. What a powerful, horrifying place. And oh so important.

    My Polish grandparents on my mother’s side survived Dachau for 3 months before being transferred to a slave labor camp. Their oldest daughter died, and my mother and one of her sisters were born there. I’ve heard stories through my mother and other family members, but my grandparents really never talked about the war. David’s grandmother was a German citizen at the time, and we have horror stories from that point of view as well. But she also does not easily talk about it.

    While it doesn’t need to happen every day, understanding and keeping the discussion alive of why the WWII holocaust happened, or any other tragedy in history, is critical in order to avoid the same mistakes… What circumstances allow citizens to turn their backs on their neighbors? Under fear of death to you and your family, would you stand up for strangers because it’s the right thing to do, or would you ignore what was going on?

    Thanks for such a thought-provoking post, Rachel.

    • Alisa, thank you so much for sharing that. It makes the experience even more profound for us knowing your grandparents, Sage’s great-grandparents, were at Dauchau. Similar to David, I and the kids are part-German but its further back and we don’t know the details. Isn’t it amazing though to think about the strength of our ancestors and that’s in our blood too? I look at the pure grit
      demonstrated by my grandparents and great grandparents and it makes me feel like I can truly accomplish anything!

      We read many stories at Dauchau of people who refused to stand with the nazis regardless of the impact to them or their families. One in particular was of a group of Luxembourg soldiers, captured & brought to Dauchau. Each year they were told to join the nazis & each year they refused & each year more of them died. What courage.

      • Indeed! Makes me wonder what kind of legacy am I leaving and whether my actions and choices honor the struggles my ancestors went through for basic rights and freedom.

      • Agreed! Seems like you definitely working on a strong legacy with a pretty incredible kid and amazing artwork from your heritage. I have pictures to end you of paper cuttings we saw in Lao…made us think of you in a tiny, dusty village way up on the Mekong river. 🙂

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