Hitler’s Jew, Hugo Gutmann

Hugo Gutmann

What a strange term. Hitler’s Jew. And, who is Hugo Gutmann. The peculiarity of this phrase is because it is no secret that Hitler despised Jews. Indeed, his rise to power – along with that of the NSDAP (Nazis) – was based on the antisemitic premise of the Jews’ complicity in the loss of Germany in World War I. Why then would Hitler be so associated with a Jew that I would call the Jew Hitler’s.

That is because Gutmann is one of the few Jews to escape Nazi Germany virtually unscathed. I earlier wrote a book about Hitler, one I have since unpublished as I endeavour to revise it. However, there was one interesting fact in the book – one that a reviewer would expressly comment on. This fact pertains to Hugo Gutmann.

So who is this mysterious Hugo Gutmann?

He is known most famously as the man who commanded Adolf Hitler during World War I and the man that would later recommend him for an Iron Cross.

Naturally, this would imply that he enjoyed the privilege of amiable acquaintanceship with the Fuhrer of the Third Reich.

But where exactly did this Jew fit in?

Where was the place of Hugo Gutmann in the Jewish Problem? Where would his place be in the final solution?

His place fared him much better than his religious kin. Gutmann received a veteran’s pension after World War I. This was due to the increasing support of President Hindenburg toward the Jewish people in light of the rise of antisemitism. But, strangely, despite losing his citizenship along with his Jewish kin, he continued to receive a pension. In 1938, he was released after being arrested by the Gestapo.

Both of these incidents point to a strange phenomenon. He undoubtedly enjoyed the favour of the antisemitic Fuhrer. After all, is the bond of brotherhood during war not the strongest of them all? Perhaps, or perhaps not. But, unlike his Jewish kin, Gutmann never faced the hostility of the Nazi state. This facilitated his flee to the United States where he lived the rest of his days.

And so, like the unsubstantiated claims that Hitler had Jewish ancestry, and his non-Aryan appearance, his alleged patronage of his Jewish superior lends to the idea that Hitler did not hate Jews. Perhaps he saw it as the only way to garner the widespread support that he would need to devastate Europe. If only Hugo Gutmann had known that the man he had recommended for an award would later come to be his sworn adversary.

Why men are trash

I am a man. But, that doesn’t make me blind to the privilege I am afforded just because of the way I was born. Thus, I believe that men are trash. Here is why.

Men keep pushing woman down the ladder of success, even using women as a means to get further.

So, men are trash

Do I have proof of this. You bet I do.

Firstly, watch this. And, if it doesn’t leave you feeling like men are trash, then you have some serious issues.

And for context…

ilka chase men are trash
Ilka Chase

And for more context, my last post on Zelda Fitzgerald

Men are trash. Need I say more?

Zelda Fitzgerald – The Lost F. Scott Fitzgerald

Zelda Fitzgerald

So, you have all heard of F. Scott Fitzgerald, right? Well, if you haven’t, then you have certainly heard of The Great Gatsby. A sad tale of love lost, it has remained one of the enduring tales of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, having become the subject of numerous films and other forms of entertainment, and the subject of the study of literature at many schools worldwide.

It is no doubt then that you have to have heard of F. Scott Fitzgerald or his infamous work. But how many people know of his wife? Zelda Fitzgerald. How many people know anything about her? How many people even know that she exists?

Sadly, like many women behind great men, she remains just that – behind the ‘great’ F. Scott Fitzgerald. And like many before her, and many after, she is as great, if not greater, than the man overshadowing her.

So, more about Zelda Fitzgerald

Her tale is a tragic one. As tragic as her husband’s masterpiece. A novelist, ballerina and painter, she was great in her own right.

But, to paint the picture of her marriage, one needs to go back to the beginning. An encounter that was strangely reminiscent of the meeting of Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan, the meeting of Zelda and Francis inspired the male Fitzgerald in his writing of that scene. He was also ‘inspired’ by many of Zelda’s own writings in her diaries, taking them verbatim to use in his stories.

But for all the romance one expected of this young rendezvous, one that would create the most renowned Jazz couple in history – Francis and Zelda being prolific socialites, and Francis calling his wife ‘the first American flapper’ – Zelda’s life would forever be marred by her famous spouse.

Yearning for escapes, and suffering from schizophrenia, she struggled in her pursuit of literary creativity – her husband increasingly infuriated with her very presence. Eventually confined to a psychiatric facility, she and Francis became increasingly estranged. To paint the picture of their loss of love, when the male Fitzgerald learnt of the female Fitzgerald’s novel, Save Me the Waltz, he was further infuriated. He found disdain in her use of their marital history as material, not only for its portrayal of him, but because he had intended to write an autobiography himself. He no doubt saw his wife’s success as his loss. He thus forced her to remove many parts of the novel – parts that he would go on to use in his autobiography.

Sadly, her novel did not reach success. This was not aided by her husband’s berating of it. He called her plagiaristic, a third rate writer. This would only add to her struggle to emerge from her husband’s shadow. Something which she would never come to do. Something which she has still not come to do.

By her husband’s death, they were separated. She was confined to a facility. She would come to die in a fire in one of this facilities. And would history remember her name? It would not. Her name would only touch those who sought it out.

And thus, she became one of the many women drowning in the shadow of their husband. It sounds uncannily similar to the tale of Daisy Buchanan. Strangely, many of the stories written by the Fitzgeralds mirror their own lives. But, in The Great Gastby, Daisy abandoned her love. Sadly, Zelda’s lover abandoned her. And thus, history abandoned her too.