WHY I HATE MY UNCLE, BY ADOLF HITLER'S NEPHEW
by William Patrick Hitler
Hitler's Family: In the
Shadow of the Dictator -- Illustrated Screenplay & Screencap
LOOK -- July 4, 1939
EDITOR'S NOTE: William Patrick Hitler is the son of Adolf Hitler's half-brother, Alois. His mother is Irish. He was born and reared in England. He is now in America with his mother on a lecture tour.
Mr. Hitler's bitterness toward his uncle, is best understood in the light of the following facts: Alois Hitler deserted William Patrick's mother and married again without divorcing her. Ignoring many urgent requests, neither Alois nor Adolf ever helped her rear her son. William Patrick's career in England was ruined because he was Adolf Hitler's nephew. He was hounded out of Germany for the same reason.
(Frank Bauman -- LOOK, International News, Photos)
1. My mother in 1910 when she married Alois Hitler, Adolf Hitler's half-brother. They lived together in England for three years. Then he deserted her and went to Germany. I am their only child.
2. Alois, my father. He has his brother Adolf's dictatorial disposition. After deserting my mother, he married again in Germany. In 1923, in Hamburg, he was tried for bigamy and given a suspended sentence and a fine.
3. In 1929 I visited my father in Berlin and went to a Nazi rally where I first saw my uncle and where this picture of him was taken. In 1930 when I returned, Hitler called at my father's house ...
4. Being very close to my father at the time, he autographed this picture for me. We had cakes and whipped cream, Hitler's favorite dessert. I was struck by his intensity, his feminine gestures. There was dandruff on his coat.
5. When I visited Berlin in 1931, the family was in trouble. Geli Raubal (above center), the daughter of Hitler's and my father's sister, had committed suicide. Everyone knew that she and Hitler had long been intimate and that she had been expecting a child -- a fact which enraged Hitler. His revolver was found by her body.
6. I published some articles on my uncle when I returned to England was forthwith summoned back to Berlin and taken with my father and aunt to Hitler's hotel. He was furious. Pacing up and down, wild-eyed and tearful, he made me promise to retract my articles and threatened to kill himself if anything else were written on his private life. Arrows show me above with my father and half-brother.
7. My relationship with Hitler was now well known in England. In March, 1932, it cost me my job. I wrote my father for help and in June received the above reply in which he says that "A" (Adolf Hitler) wanted me to come to Germany at once for a "family meeting" to settle our "private affairs." When I reached Germany my father took his family and me on a vacation in the mountains where he took this picture of his wife, son and me. Upon returning to Berlin, I received a letter from Berchtesgaden containing a message from Hitler. He disclaimed any knowledge of me or interest in my welfare and maintained that I was not my father's son and, therefore, not a blood relative.
8. The letter came from my Aunt Angela Raubal (Geli's mother). She is shown here with Hitler at Berchtesgaden where she kept house for him until 1935 when he made her leave on 24 hours notice. He has never gotten on with Paula, his only other sister, because she talked about his private life and once worked for a Jew. She is unmarried and is now living in Vienna under the name of Wolfe.
9. When he saw Hitler's repudiation of me, my father also turned on me and sent me back to England. I realized then that if Hitler should decide to denounce me as an imposter, my father would certainly side with him, and that what I needed was unassailable proof that I was Adolf Hitler's nephew. Since I could not get work in England without changing the name which I had in no way disgraced and was therefore determined to keep, I spent the following year rounding up the proof. Among other documents, I was able to procure Hitler's birth certificate which is reproduced above.
10. I returned to Germany in October, 1933. Hitler was now dictator and I had to go to his right-hand man, Ernst Roehm (above), to get permission to work. This questionable character (later shot at Hitler's command) had replaced Geli Raubal in Hitler's affections. Roehm referred my request to my uncle.
11. Hitler sent my Aunt Angela Raubal from Berchtesgaden to Berlin to see me -- a visit which she announced by the above telegram. At first her manner was icy and she insisted that Hitler did not consider me a relative and would do nothing for me. However, when I showed her the documents I had gathered proving our relationship, her manner changed instantly and she offered to take me to Hitler. The next week he received us in his private office, asked me with some show of kindness what kind of work I would prefer and gave me 500 marks to live on until I found it. Apparently my documents softened his heart.
12. I found work in a Berlin bank and for a time all went well with me -- but not with my mother, who was in England. For months on end afterward all my requests for permission to send her money were flatly refused. Finally in October, 1934, I received the above summons from Hitler, signed by Bruckner, his personal adjutant. My uncle was in an ugly mood when he received me. He said my mother was an able bodied woman, that I could send no money out of the Reich, to her or to anybody else. Then with a curt "heil" he turned on his heel, swept out of the room.
13. In 1935 I was offered a position with the Opel Automobile company, but before I could leave the bank I had to get permission from my dictator uncle who apparently, was watching my every move. In due time the permission came through from the chancellory and I went to work in the factory where this photograph of me (right) and two fellow workers was taken.
14. This is Hitler's new Berchtesgaden home which I first saw in 1936. I drove there with friends and was shown into the garden. Hitler was entertaining some very beautiful women at tea. When he saw us he strode up, slashing a whip as he walked and taking the tops off the flowers. He took that occasion to warn me never again to mention that I was his nephew. Then he returned to his guests, still viciously cracking his whip.
15. My troubles began in earnest when suddenly, by order of Hitler, I was suspended from my job, and my work permit (above), without which I could get no other job, taken from me. For two months I cooled my heels at the chancellory, trying to find out what was the matter. Finally two of Hitler's aides received me, only to accuse me falsely of having tried to sell cars on my name. They threatened me with arrest.
16. Although I was finally allowed to return to work, the pressure on me from that time on made living in Germany unbearable. I could not even go on at outing without risking a summons to Hitler. I shall never forget the last time he sent for me. He was in a brutal temper when I arrived. Walking back and forth, brandishing his horsehide whip (which he carries above), he shouted insults at my head as if he were delivering a political oration. His vengeful brutality on that day made me fear for my physical safety. My parting with my father was scarcely more pleasant, although his meanness was more understandable, since he lives in mortal terror of publicity and knew that I would be free to talk, once I left Germany. In February, 1939, I sailed for the United States.
17. My years in Germany were not wasted, if only because they allowed me to see behind the propaganda and learn what Hitler and his regime are really like. I learned, for example, that the much ballyhooed simplicity of Hitler's life is pure fiction. Far from scorning lavish display, he has surrounded himself with luxury more extravagant than any kaiser ever enjoyed. To decorate his new chancellory in Berlin (above) every museum in Germany was plundered for priceless carpets, tapestries, paintings. His mountain home in Berchtesgaden is scarcely less elaborate, nor are the estates of all the little Hitlers -- the Goerings, Goebbels, Streichers and Himmlers -- each of whom has found it highly profitable to wave the swastika and shout for Der Fuehrer and the Fatherland's world conquering destiny.
18. Hitler's friends are a curious lot. He avoids the intelligentsia and the upper classes and surrounds himself with movie actresses, dancers, and pugnacious young men. Above he is seen entertaining Max Schmeling and his movie actress wife (center, facing Hitler) at luncheon. Goebbels is at the left, reading a newspaper. When, for state purposes, Hitler has to attend formal social functions, he is painfully awkward and ill at ease. Toward members of the aristocracy, his manner is either cringingly servile or insolent and overbearing.
19. Hitler's susceptibility to flattery is the key to the success of von Ribbentrop (above) and many other big Nazis. Hitler sees himself as a god. The reason for his fierce hatred for the Christian churches is that they will not accept him as such.
20. Now that Ernst Roehm is dead, Hitler's handsome young chauffeur (above) has become a force to be reckoned with in the Third Reich. Party gossip has it that the quickest way to the dictator's ear is through the intermediacy of this otherwise undistinguished young man.
21. To support the luxury and corruption of their leaders, the German people are taxed to the limit of endurance. Above is my labor front book, with each sticker representing a compulsory contribution. Taxes consume about one-third of the average man's earnings. In addition he is bludgeoned into "voluntary" gifts to every conceivable Nazi project. Meanwhile food, especially dairy produce grows scarcer.
22. The status of women is one of the worst things about Nazi Germany. Girls are shipped off to labor camps like this one, excluded from careers, taught to ask nothing from life except the privilege of bearing sons for Hitler's army. Illegitimacy is encouraged, and increasing.