My Friend Peter


Peter was the kindest man I ever met. I moved into his old house one winter in the early nineties. Rent was $235/month, there was a shared kitchen and showers and 7 tenants. On the ground floor lived the landlord - Peter, and his Japanese wife.

I lived there three years. They were thin, cold years for me. Sometimes I was employed - as a bike courier; a dispatcher, a mover; a baker; a painter, or anything else I could find. Other times I scrabbled from day job to day job, helping anyone who needed it for cash on the barrelhead. There were some grim months on welfare; some trips to the food bank, even a few meals at the soup kitchen. I was rousted a couple times by rent-a-cops as “undesirable” (read: looking like a bum.)

My clothes were threadbare, and I would look in the mirror and I could already see myself at fifty, living the same hand to mouth, job-to-job life.

Through it all two people helped me; two people stuck by me and never made me feel worthless. One of them was Peter. Peter let me work a lot of my rent off with jobs around the house. I painted this or that, under careful suprvision I did plumbing work; I shoveled snow; and I laid bricks. Peter taught me how to learn - he’d show me how to do something, tell me to “do it right, and take your time, because if you do it fast first you’ll never ever do it right.” And those months when I was late on rent; those months when I was mortified to be on welfare - he cut me slack and he never made me feel small.

Peter was old. He had been born in Germany. And he had fought for Hitler.

He liked to talk about his life; and quite a life it had been. He’d been a spy for the CIA after the fall, till the day his handler cut him loose when he was fleeing from what would become East Germany pursued by Soviet troops. “Not willing to risk an incident” said his handler. “Not willing to keep spying for you,” said Peter. He had been a stage manager; had been Volkswagen’s chief North American tester; had been a translator and had broken codes, among many many other things.

Peter said, and I believed, that his family had been opposed to the Nazis. His father was a VP in Siemens and when Peter was caught, at a youth camp, listening to Allied broadcasts, he was able to save his son and have him assigned as an aide to a prison camp (no, not that type of prison camp) commandant. While there Peter got himself in more trouble and wound up in the camp jail for a couple of days. The cells in that camp faced each other, with a row of bars in between. The prisoner across from him was gypsy man and they spent two days playing cards and talking. At the end of it, the prisoner said, “today I will be hung as a partisan. You seem like a good man so I want to ask you if after the war you will go tell my people.”

Peter agreed, and the gypsy continued. “They think I am a partisan leader - someone other than I am. I haven’t told them I’m wrong. What I want you to do, after the war, is go tell my people that I died for this man.”

As the war ground on, the Germans began to run into severe manpower shortages. Young teenagers Peter’s age were drafted and sent into occupation duties, where they served alongside older veterans. Peter was drafted and sent to France.

He said there was very little real resistance in the district he was in (or, as far as he could tell, most of France) - just one sniper they chased in desultory fashion and never caught - the chasing mostly involving staying absolutely silent and still at night while waiting for a muzzle flash to aim at.

One day he went through a French hospital town. Because it was used to care for injured soldiers it had never been bombed. While there he and a comrade saw Allied bombers overhead. The French pointed up and said “look, our planes!” Peter screamed at them to get into the bomb shelters, but most of them didn’t. After all, they were their planes. Peter and his friend got in - then the bombs started falling. A lot of the French who had wondered at their planes didn’t survive that day.

He also went through Dresden the day after the bombing. But he never described what he saw there to me.

I asked Peter why he left Germany and emigrated to Canada. His reply was “everyone pretended they didn’t know what had been going on. We all knew. I couldn’t live there anymore.”

I lived with Peter for 3 years and when I left he told me two things - one was a piece of advice on living life “never do the same job for more than 5 years, Ian, you won’t be happy if you do.” (He was right, as I found out the hard way. Wisdom, they say, is learning from other people’s mistakes. I’ve never been wise).

The second thing he said was “my family has a custom where ever year we pick out someone to help and do so for the entire year, and sometimes longer. We know we do harm all the time. It’s not balance. But we hope it makes up.”

But it wasn’t just one person. I never saw Peter act meanly, or unkindly. I never saw him treat anyone but with dignity. I never saw anyone who needed a kindness Peter could give who didn’t get it.

That man, who fought for Hitler, might have been the best man I’ve ever met.


Ian Welsh August 6, 2007 - 6:06am
( categories: Miscellany )

Right after WWII, the big question was "How could a highly civilized, culturally advanced nation do the things Germany did? How could they have allowed those things to happen?" Later, the 70s maybe, the questions were dismissed. Hitler became the devil incarnate, evil was named and tamed, and later Godwin's law was created to keep analysis away. Useful when Saddam was Hitler so we had to attack him, and now the Iranian leader is Hitler, so we have to. . . . No analysis, no thought, just evil.

I now live in a country that launches aggressive wars, that uses torture to terrorize opponents, that spies on its citizens, and that resists the leader's assumption of dictatorial powers far less than the Germans did (Hitler's seizure of power involved a lot of street fighting and bloodshed). A picture of a German shaking hands with Hitler or receiving a medal from him brands the German as morally deficient, rightly I think. But how many Americans are hesitant to shake hands with George Bush because he heads a criminal regime? How will they be seen in the future? I think there's a difference between the deliberate mass murders of the totalitarian regimes and the targeted cruelty towards thousands in the current so-called War on Terror. But I don't know that I'd feel that way if I were brown-skinned or Muslim.

This whole current framework of absolute good and evil, of the easy morality (how much should we condemn the Pope for his teenage membership in Hitler Youth?) buries the issue of what constitutes complicity in organizational evil, and what is really just living in difficult circumstances in a highly imperfect world. On the whole, I don't think Americans are resisting their government well enough to condemn the citizens of fascists regimes for very much.

nihil obstet August 6, 2007 - 8:36am

this story is long but let me see if I can tell it to you briefly.

my father also fought for the Germans during WWII. he would never say that he was drafted, because he volunteered to become a Waffen SS. sounds pretty terrible, but he was in fact, the kindest person I have ever known. He never raised his voice at us, and when we did something wrong, he explained why we shouldn't do what we did, and that was it.

we have to understand that in those days, war was still looked upon as something glorious and that everyone had to do their duty. on top of it all, the area where many Germans had lived for centuries had been given to Poland or Czechoslovakia after WWI, which I believe, was one of the major reasons of WWII. my father lived in Danzig, which was very German, and voted for Nazi government in their Free City. The Nazis spent a lot of time with propaganda there, and the people bought it.

My father admits that he was brainwashed by it. He was a tank commander and an officer throughout the war, and was never involved in any war crimes. After the war, he was kept as a POW for 3 years by the French while they investigated him.

He came to Canada and became partners with a German Jew who had lost his whole family in the camps. This man was the sweetest man, and was like famly to us.

I should mention that while my father was in his teens, he was sent to the Soviet Union to work on his relatives' farm, during the forced collectivization imposed by Stalin. He saw people literally starving to death. He became quite the anti-Communist after that, and really felt that WWII was essentially a battle between facism and communism.

So, life's never black and white, is it?

girl from Moose... August 6, 2007 - 10:01am

that someone that fought for the Nazis would become one of your life's mentors.

What shutter do people put over their minds that close the pain of killing? My stepfather joined the Royal Marines at the age of 19 and fought many battles in several theatres of WWII. When it was over, he searched for German scientists for MI5. His commander was Ian Fleming, the writer of James Bond books.

Yet he was able to compartmentalize that period of his life as if it never existed. He was a survivor and when I met him was immediately after his returned from Korea where he served for Canada in the military police.

The man was soft as a brush and wouldn't hurt a butterfly. Yet he had been subjected to a violent period of a history for a goodly period of his life. The man I knew had no relationship to guns and killing, but he was more than capable of pulling the trigger of a rifle and snuffing enemies out, up close and seeing fear in the eyes of a human being that shortly thereafter ceased to breathe.

People and onions...several layers and I never did know one of the dark layers. He was a good man with a sense of duty that is beyond my ability to fathom. I strongly doubt my ability to block the horrors from driving me mad?

canuck August 6, 2007 - 11:56am

on this threads, Canucks as far as the eye can see

Canuck, if you want to understand how these people thought, read "Storm of Steel" by Ernst Junger. By reading it, you will understand the difference between the duty filled older generation and ourselves.

girl from Moose... August 6, 2007 - 12:32pm

perhaps the reason there are so many canucks on this thread is because Canadians fought in WWII beginning in 1939 and many lost members of their families that are buried in commonwealth graves far from home. I'm just speculating and mean no offense to Americans that didn't begin fighting 'til 1941. Many, many of their best fighting men and women didn't return either.

Hmmm...Storm of Steel is about WWI. A WWI mentality (Expeditionary forces) may not apply to the men and women that fought in WWII which was not trench warfare. Natzism arose in Germany because of the harsh terms associated with the end of WWI.

canuck August 6, 2007 - 1:22pm

I am just saying that the same mentality about fighting for one's country was still prevalent in the soldiers of WWII and that the book I mention describes that mentality well. The tactics used are moot.

girl from Moose... August 6, 2007 - 4:34pm

Good people are deceived by evil men. In churces. In government. With complicity of a few people in the media.

Bears remembering when making statements like Republicans are..., or Democrats are...

I did inhale.

Don August 6, 2007 - 1:34pm

Pat Tillman fought for Bush.


"The best-informed man is not necessarily the wisest. Indeed there is a danger that precisely in the multiplicity of his knowledge he will lose sight of what is essential."

- Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Escher Sketch August 6, 2007 - 2:08pm

In an oblique way your post points out the need for mercy when dealing with those we perceive as having crossed the bounds of society. People f/u, they do things they had little choice about doing, they do things with the best intentions, etc. I wonder how many US soldiers currently in Iraq will be find themselves in the some position as Peter, having fought for Bush.


"I beseech you in the bowels of christ think it possible you may be mistaken."

Scott M August 6, 2007 - 8:17pm

overdoing it a bit? he was a German fighting for his country. there is no "bounds of society" crossed there. only if you assume that EVERY German soldier perpetrated some kind of atrocity, and that is making one huge stereotype.

girl from Moose... August 7, 2007 - 5:16am

That was a broad statement with a lamentable lack of clarity or specificity. Thanks...S


"I beseech you in the bowels of christ think it possible you may be mistaken."

Scott M August 7, 2007 - 7:14pm

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