THE WESTERN MAIL, February 7th, 1933
A WELSHMAN LOOKS AT EUROPE (1)
Wales’s Bonds With the Continent
By GARETH JONES
SOUTHAMPTON TO
BREMEN.
Near the Isle of Wight the fastest liner in the
world, the steamship Bremen, having arrived from New York, is waiting,
and before long I shall be on board sailing to the Europe of 1933.
A journey of 6,000 miles lies before me through a continent which is
torn by national passions and class hatreds.
This turbulent Europe of 1933 is more closely linked
with Wales than one would imagine. In 1914 a shot ringing out in a
remote corner of the Balkans led to young Welsh soldiers streaming from
the valleys and villages of South Wales to the battlefields of France.
In 1919 it was a Welshman who played a leading part in making the Europe
of to-day, in framing its frontiers and in calling into life the new
States which have revolutionised the maps of 1914.
One Stroke of the Pen
In the last few years a few dark-haired French
business men and politicians, puffing at their cigarettes round a
conference table, have with one stroke of a pen, by a quota or embargo,
caused Welsh miners to lose employment.
The building of a new railway from the coalfields of
Silesia across Poland to the Baltic Sea led to many a night of worry for
the Welsh coal exporter to Scandinavia.
The red light of alarm which shone out in May, 1931,
when the greatest Austrian bank, the Credit-Anstalt, was on the verge of
failure, shattered so greatly the confidence of the world that it led to
the fall of the pound and had inestimable consequences to Welsh trade.
Strife in some far-off European corner may again
cause the bugles of war to sound the alarm in Wales. A group of
business men sitting in Berlin or Vienna may again with one small
signature throw Welshmen out of work or cause Welsh-men to take up their
tools again. Wales and Europe are inextricably bound. What
is happening in Europe will hit or help Wales. To find out what is
happening in Europe is the object of this journey which will take me
across the North Sea to Bremen, down to Saxony, into the new State of
Czecho-Slovakia to Prussian Berlin, to the danger zone of the Polish
Corridor and Danzig, through the vast area of the new Poland, across the
Soviet frontier into Moscow, into Red villages and towns and then back
home to Wales.
We Are Off!
It is time to begin. The tender which carries
the passengers from the port of Southampton to the steamship Bremen,
which waits in the roads, is hooting, and we are off to seek to unravel
the mystery of the Europe of 1933. We pass the largest vessel in
the world, the Majestic (56,000 tons), towering high in its dry dock.
Farther on a line of anchored ships lies idle, a tragic commentary on
the state of shipping. Seaplanes dart down and glide along the
water not many yards from the tender. The low coast of the Isle of
Wight can be seen to the west in the mist.
Soon the gigantic form of the Bremen, with its two
vast yellow funnels, looms before us. The tender approaches
and comes alongside. Hundreds upon hundreds of port-holes look
down upon us. As we British passengers step into the opening in
the side of the vessel a brass band on the upper deck plays "God Save
the King." Stewards seize our luggage and march down endless
corridors.
"You’ve just come from New York. What’s it like
there?" I ask my steward.
"Terrible," he replies. "There are more beggars
on the street than in Germany. The poor fellows have no
unemployment insurance. And there’s over million out of work in New
York."
Honoured Welsh Bards
When the steward has put my luggage in the cabin a
voyage of exploration begins through this vessel of 52,000 tons, which
has won the Blue Riband of the Atlantic. From the cabaret and
dance hall of the boat, through the spacious lounge, along the shopping
street I wander, until I come into the library, where an agreeable
surprise awaits every Welshman.
Poetry of the leading nations of the world is carved
into the wooden panels, and the first quotation I see is from Dafydd ap
Gwilym and begins:
Yr wybrynt helynt hylaw
A gwrdd drwst a gerdda draw...
Underneath there is carved another Welsh poem:
Gwawr! Gwawr!
Geinwawr ei grudd
Mae’r haul yn dod ar donnau’r wawr
Fel llong o’r tragwyddoldeb mawr.
The songs of Welsh bards now decorate the swiftest
vessel ever built.
But the vessel is almost empty. A few lonely
people stroll about, and the very silence on board is symbolic of the
crash in world shipping. A talk on the bridge with the captain and
other officers gives a clear picture of the distress of seafaring folk.
The Yellow Races
The boat is only 25 per cent. occupied. Out of
a possible complement of 2,500 passengers there were only 600 on board
from New York. Some of the officers curse the tariffs of the
world, and one of them says: "It is the doom of the white race which we
are seeing now, and the yellow races are listening. Every nation
is trying to save itself and basing its policy on a nationalism of a
hundred years ago. Only a new outlook can rescue us."
Will the Europe of 1933 have this new outlook?
Or will the old hatreds remain? An answer to this question may
soon be found, because twenty hours have passed on this German boat in a
whirl of concerts, meals, films, and dances; the Bremen is going slowly
through the ice of the North Sea coast and Germany is in sight.
THE WESTERN MAIL, February 8th, 1933
A WELSHMAN LOOKS AT EUROPE (ii)
What the King Conquered, the Prince Shaped, the Field
Marshal defended, the Soldier saved and united.
GERMANY WANTS A NEW FREDERICK THE GREAT
By GARETH JONES
A crowd has gathered in one of Bremen’s chief streets and is staring
at a group of pictures in a shop window. Two or three youngsters
look with flashing eyes at the scenes depicted.
The first photograph is of Mussolini-stern, with firm
jaw. The German boys look at one another, nod, and say: "That’s
the kind of man we want here."
The second photograph shows thousands upon thousands
of Nazis meeting in Danzig in their khaki uniform, carrying red banners
with the swastika upon a white circle in the middle. "Danzig shall
remain German" run the words underneath. "Thirteen years ago
Danzig was torn from the Fatherland by the brutal Treaty of Versailles."
The youngsters, I can see, are burning with indignation when they look
upon that scene.
The third photograph depicts French soldiers dragging
a German policeman through the streets of a German town. French
cavalrymen are riding alongside, some of them smiling scornfully.
Underneath the photograph are the words: "The attack on the Ruhr ten
years ago. A despicable blot on France's honour. Germany, awake!"
The German youngsters look at each other, and one
says: "To think that we Germans have stood that disgrace for thirteen
years! But we will stand it no longer. Hitler will bring us
honour again."
Germany’s Honour
That boy reflects the feelings of a large part of
Germany. The period of patient waiting and of submitting to
insults, the Germans feel, is at an end. Of this passionate desire
for equality of status and of this hatred of a subordinate position in
Europe I was soon to have proof, because ten minutes after the train had
steamed out of Bremen station towards Hanover and Leipzig I entered into
conversation with two German ex-soldiers. One of them was pale and
excitable; the other was a former sergeant-major, stout, tall, with a
red, scarred face.
The pale, excitable German said: "Germany can no
longer suffer the disgrace it has had ever since the Socialists stabbed
us in the back in 1918. We were betrayed then. That’s why we
lost the war. The Republic has been the curse of Germany.
But I have kept my old Imperial flag, and it’s waiting for the day when
it will be unfurled and we can save Germany’s honour, which has been
trampled under foot."
The sergeant-major broke in: "Quite right. The
day is bound to come. I was in the war on the third day. I
went through Belgium for Imperial Germany. It was all in vain
because of the traitors in Germany who have ruined everything- those
Socialists, who have no feeling for the Fatherland."
The Kaiser
"So you want a Monarchy again ?" I asked.
"Of course," they both said.
"The Kaiser ?" I asked.
The sergeant-major puffed at his cheap cigar and
meditated. "No. He should have gone out with the fleet in
November, 1918, and died like a man. No. Not the Kaiser."
"Well, the Crown Prince?" I asked.
"No, not the Crown Prince. He had too good a
time behind the lines while we were in the front trenches. It will
be a long time before we get a Monarchy, but it’ll have to come some
day. It will have to be another Frederick the Great."
This sentence gave me a clue to the feeling in
Germany today. Frederick the Great, the Prussian King who
struggled against almost all the powers of Europe in the eighteenth
century and built the military system of Prussia, is now the hero of
Germany.
Attitude Towards Britain
The Germans feel that when they are surrounded by the
French, the Poles, and the Czechs, and have their army reduced to
100,000 men, their honour and self-respect have disappeared. They
bear no personal rancour against Britain, but their feeling against
France, Poland, and also America, is often violent.
The pale German said: "The British were honourable
enemies and we respect honourable enemies. But the French and the
Poles have insulted us ever since the war and treated us like insects.
And the Americans, too. What right had they to put their paws into
the war in 1917 when it had nothing to do with them?"
The conclusion that the two ex-soldiers came to-and
the fellow-travellers in the compartment nodded and muttered
consent-was: "We must and we will again have a big army, so that we
Germans can hold our heads high again."
That is what national-minded German men are thinking.
What of the women? I was soon to learn one widely-spread point of
view, for the train had come into Hanover and I had to change for the
Leipzig train.
The Good Old Days
Into the compartment came a big, strapping woman in
home-spun tweeds. "An officer’s wife," I said to myself. Almost
her first words were: "We must have big army. As a mother and as
the wife of a landowner, I say that the youth Germany is going to
destruction. The young people have no discipline, and it’s
discipline we want. We will have the old army back again.
Let the lads earn only few-pence a day, as they used to in the good old
days before the war. We cannot afford to have our youngsters idle
upon the street. The Army would take half a million away from
idleness.
"Then we people who breed horses have to suffer
because the young people, not having been in the Army, know nothing
about horses. Our Hanover horses are famous and have to be
specially handled, very quietly treated. But they are being,
spoilt because the youngsters have not been in the Army and thus know
nothing about horses. We must have the Army again."
It is not only the Nationalists who want a big Army
in Germany, but also the Socialists. I recalled a conversation
with a former Cabinet Minister, a Socialist, who had stated that a large
Army was essential for Germany. He feared the Reichswehr (the
present professional Army of 100,000 men). "It is a danger.
It gives twelve years’ training and after that its soldiers get
preference everywhere. It also has too much political power."
The Private Armies
"Moreover, a large Army is a force for national
unity. Germany is now split into contending private armies which
hate and attack each other. The Nazis shoot at the Communists and
vice versa. The Catholics hate the Protestants and the Prussians
loathe the Bavarians. If we had an army these would live together
and learn to get on with one another.
A large army would be a force for peace. Today
the army for German youth is a romantic ideal. If the young people
were grilled and cursed at, if they had to sweat and have blisters, they
would soon be against militarism.
Germany is bound to have a great army again, I
thought, as the lights of Leipzeig appeared and the train entered the
largest station in Europe. What effect would that have on the
peace of Europe and of Wales? The outlook seemed dark.
THE WESTERN MAIL, Thursday February 9th,
1933
A WELSHMAN LOOKS AT EUROPE (iii)
HITLER IS THERE, BUT WILL HE STAY?
By GARETH JONES
LEIPZIG (Saxony).
My Saxon host came rushing into my room, slammed the
door and shouted: "Hitler is Chancellor!" Even the Alsatian
wolfhound in the corner barked with excitement.
The Saxon continued: "Hindenburg has appointed Hitler
Prime Minister. It’s a coalition between the National-Socialists
and the German Nationalist party. Papen is Vice-Chancellor.
At last Germany has a National Government such as you have in Britain."
I went out into the streets to see if anything were
happening. All was calm. I overheard snippets of
conversation: "Adolf Hitler is a second Napoleon." … "Will there be a
General Strike?" … "There’ll be some murders in Berlin to-night." …
"It’s an attack on the working-classes." … "Hitler has gone over to the
capitalists."
Then somebody came up to me, pressed a leaflet into
my hand and slipped away. I looked at the pamphlet and read the
letters: "GENERAL STRIKE AGAINST THE FASCIST TERROR! HITLER IS
CHANCELLOR."
"This new Cabinet of open Fascist Dictatorship is a
most brutal declaration of war against the German working-class.
Instead of Schleicher we have against us bayonets of the Army and the
revolvers of the Hitler bandits. It means limitless terror, the
smashing of the last rights of the workers. The barbaric of régime
of Fascism is to be set up over Germany.
"COME OUT ON " TO THE STREETS? Lay down your
tools! Down with Hitler, Papen and Hugenberg! Long live the
General Strike! Long live the struggle for a Workers and Peasant
Republic! The Central Committee of the Communist Party of
Germany."
Newspaper Banned
In the streets all was normal. I went to the
station to look for any signs of revolt or of general strike.
Nothing happened. I asked for a Communist newspaper. It’s
banned to-day," said the girl. "We’ve just been told that it is
illegal to sell it any more."
"Will there be a general strike now that Hitler is in
power?" I asked a friend. "Will the Communists and the
Socialists lay down tools?"
"No a bit of it," replied the German. "The
Unions have got no money; and no man would be fool enough to lose his
job these days."
The advent of Hitler has, therefore, been
disappointingly calm. It is true that thousands upon thousands
surged through the Berlin streets to greet the new Chancellor. It
is true that the Hitler newspaper reports:
"Storm-leader Maikowski shot dead by Red murderer!
On the march home after the overwhelming welcome to Chancellor Hitler
our comrade, Storm-leader Maikowski, as he marched singing songs of
battle, was laid low by a bullet fired by a band of Communist murderers.
… His death shall not remain unavenged!" Otherwise, throughout
Germany, all was calm. A few Nazi banners were hanging from
windows in the Leipzig streets. On one wall was written a threat:
"Nazi Storm Troops, the Red Trade Union Organisation Warns You!"
But that was all.
A New Chapter
Nevertheless, the advent of Hitler may well open a
new chapter in German postwar history. It makes the class-struggle
in Germany more violent than it has been before. The Nazis have
now co-operated with the most capitalistic sections of Germany. In
the Cabinet, led by Hitler, there are Nationalist industrialists and
great landowners. The German workers will be more bitter in their
opposition to the Government than they were to Schleicher.
Therefore, many people fear that Hitler, in spite of his desire to unite
all classes and all creeds, will only succeed in making Germany more
divided into master and worker than ever.
Hitler will find this problem of the workers the most
difficult he has to deal with. In his wireless speech he has
promised that by his Four-Year Plan no unemployed man will be left in
Germany at the end of four years. Is this not too great a promise?
Will not the disillusion sweep away the present foundations of Germany?
Hitler has gone so much to the Right, away from
Socialism to Nationalism that he is bound to lose the faith which
Radical elements in his party have in him.
Hitler’s Great Task
Hitler promises to overcome Bolshevism in Germany and
to crush the followers of Marx. But it is misery and hunger, and
not agitation, that have made 6,000,000 Germans vote for the Communist
Party. If Hitler fails to banish misery and hunger many more millions
will vote for the Communist Party, and the already nerve-stricken
Germany will again be on the verge of civil war.
In German politics, however, nothing can be
prophesied. There are to be elections on March 5th, and what will
happen then no one knows. Perhaps there will be a National
Dictatorship. Perhaps … but no one can tell.
The personality of Hitler arouses no confidence in
the calm observer. It is hard to reconcile his shrieking hatred of
the Jews with any balanced judgment. It is hard to think that a
telegram he sent congratulating certain Nazis who had brutally murdered
a Communist before the eyes of the murdered man’s family reveals any
spirit of justice. Nor have Hitler’s scornful hints about the old
age of Hindenburg and his reminder to the President that he (Hitler)
could wait, while a man of over 80 years could not, earned the Nazi
leader the respect of certain observers. Hitler’s neurotic
behaviour in a December meeting of Nazis, when he burst into tears and
wept without control, was not that of a Bismark.
His Goal Reached
Hitler is Chancellor. The former Austrian
lance-corporal, with his thirteen million followers, has reached his
goal at the very moment when his fortunes seemed to be turning and when
defeat was staring him in the face.
He has begun quietly and legally. The strong
whisky of the Nazi speeches has so far, in practice, been
milk-and-water. He has not destroyed the Republic. He
promises merely a Four-Year Plan to give employment. His is a
tremendous task.
If he fails to bring Work and Bread in Germany far
more blood will flow in the streets of Berlin than has ever flowed
before.
THE WESTERN MAIL AND SOUTH WALES NEWS, 13th
February, 1933
A WELSHMAN LOOKS AT EUROPE (iv)
German and Slav; Century old Problems of Minorities
By GARETH JONES
A VALLEY IN BOHEMIA.
So this is Bohemia. not, however, the Bohemia
renowned among Welsh operatic societies, nor the Bohemia of literature,
where poets and artists in large-brimmed black hats discuss poems and
pictures, nor the Bohemia of night life in Europe’s capitals, but the
real Bohemia which forms the northern part of the new State
Czecho-slovakia.
Both sides of the steep valley are covered with fir
trees, now white with the snow which has fallen without stopping for two
or three days. The roads are almost impassable except with sledges
dragged by horses whose bells tinkle when they drive through the
villages. From the chimneys of the few scattered cottages rise
wisps of bluish-grey smoke. This mountainous scene in the region
south of Saxony and north of Prague is indeed peaceful.
Quiet though it may seem, however, this valley is in
reality a battlefield. Two civilisations are here struggling
against one another-the German and the Slav.
Analogy of Wales
Just as in Wales two cultures and two languages.
Welsh and English, are striving for mastery, so here two cultures, that
of Germany and that of Czechoslovakia, come into conflict; but the fight
is a hundred times more bitter and the consequences for the peace of the
world a hundred times graver than that between the Welsh and English
cultures, though the problem is at bottom the same.
The people who live in these mountains are Germans,
but they are ruled by the Czechs (pronounced as "cheques "), a Slavonic
race. We are thus face to face with one of the greatest battles in
the world, that between two nations, one the oppressor and the other the
oppressed.
This battle is carried on in thousands of petty ways
in Czechoslovakia, in Poland. in Yugoslavia, and in other countries, and
is known to the League of Nations as the Problem of Minorities.
The nations in Europe which have the upper hand are
trying to crush those members of their State who speak a foreign
language. It is just as if the English attempted in every way to
crush the Welsh and the Scotch and turn them into Cockneys; as if the
English did not allow any Welshman to have a really responsible
position, and as if the judges favoured the English in courts of law,
nearly always giving judgment against the Welsh.
Czechs’ Dominance
In this State of Czechoslovakia, set up by the Treaty
of Versailles, out of fourteen million inhabitants only about seven
million belong to the dominant race, the Czechs. Three-and-a-half
million are Germans, while the others are Slovaks, Ruthenians, and
Hungarians. The seven million Czechs, one half of the population,
are the masters and are seeking to spread their power as rapidly as
possible. One weapon is the law. In police-courts it is sometimes
difficult for Germans to obtain justice. Last night as the
woodcutters assembled in the inn one of the villagers gave an example of
this inequality under which the Germans suffer. The woodcutters
listened intently, puffing at their long German pipes, staring into
their beer-mugs, and nodding agreement as the leader told his story: "A
fine man is our forester, real good German, kind to everybody, and such
a fond father you never saw. He looks after the forest splendidly
for a Prince, who owns the forests here. Well, just before
Christmas, after the first snow had fallen our forester was going with
his wife through the woods half -an-hour away when he looked up and
there he saw the rascal Wenzel, the Czech who lives in the village.
And Wenzel was cutting down the young fir-trees, stealing them to sell
as Christmas trees.
‘Stop!’ shouts our Forester, and goes up to him.
Wenzel yells something at him in his heathen Czech language. Our
forester bends down to count the fir trees which Wenzel had stolen,
when, crack! A heavy blow comes on his skull."
‘The brute!!,’ murmur the villagers.
"Justice"
"And the Czech runs away, leaving him there bleeding
and senseless in the snow. The forester’s wife puts a coat under
her husband’s head and rushes to us in the village. We get the
sledge and horses and off we go and find the forester there with a pool
of red blood in the snow all around. We bring him back, and all
through the Christmas days he shouted mad things and would not wake.
His children watched him Christmas Day and couldn’t understand what was
the matter. "But, to cut a long story short, there was a trial.
But the judge was a Czech. They wouldn’t allow evidence in German;
and the rascal Wenzel, although he was guilty of attempted murder, as
well as of stealing trees, got off scot-free!"
The villagers grunted angrily, "That’s how they treat
us Germans—no justice for a German."
That Christmas drama, narrated in a Bohemian inn,
throws a light on the grave problem of Minorities.
Hour of Revenge
By other methods, such as education and favouritism
for non-Germans, by ejecting landowners and settling the land of the
Germans by Czech or, in Poland, by Polish labourers, the dominant
Slavonic races are attempting to crush their Teutonic subjects.
The tables are turned. Formerly the Germans were ruthless in
destroying the Slavonic cultures. Now the hour of revenge for the
Slavs has come.
In Czecho-slovakia the treatment of the subject
nations has not been so brutal as in other countries, such as Poland,
and often the Germans themselves are to blame. The fine veteran
statesman, Masaryk, the President of the Czecho-slovak Republic, has
tried his best to reconcile the races, and he is respected by all.
Many Czech officials try their best to help the Germans. But still
the petty oppression goes on.
This oppression in the new States is a danger for
Europe. It may lead to grave trouble.
Lesson for Wales
It is arousing the passionate feeling in Germany that
the lost territories must be won back.
It is causing misery and injustice and even terror in
Europe.
The Welsh, as a small nation, should keep an eye on
the oppressed peoples of Europe and stand up for justice, for fear the
burning hatreds beneath the surface in Europe should again lead to a
world conflagration, in which Wales herself would suffer.
That is the lesson of this valley in Bohemia.
THE WESTERN MAIL AND SOUTH WALES NEWS, 13th
February, 1933
A WELSHMAN LOOKS AT EUROPE (iv)
German and Slav; Century old Problems of Minorities
By GARETH JONES
A VALLEY IN BOHEMIA.
So this is Bohemia. not, however, the Bohemia
renowned among Welsh operatic societies, nor the Bohemia of literature,
where poets and artists in large-brimmed black hats discuss poems and
pictures, nor the Bohemia of night life in Europe’s capitals, but the
real Bohemia which forms the northern part of the new State
Czecho-slovakia.
Both sides of the steep valley are covered with fir
trees, now white with the snow which has fallen without stopping for two
or three days. The roads are almost impassable except with sledges
dragged by horses whose bells tinkle when they drive through the
villages. From the chimneys of the few scattered cottages rise
wisps of bluish-grey smoke. This mountainous scene in the region
south of Saxony and north of Prague is indeed peaceful.
Quiet though it may seem, however, this valley is in
reality a battlefield. Two civilisations are here struggling
against one another-the German and the Slav.
Analogy of Wales
Just as in Wales two cultures and two languages.
Welsh and English, are striving for mastery, so here two cultures, that
of Germany and that of Czechoslovakia, come into conflict; but the fight
is a hundred times more bitter and the consequences for the peace of the
world a hundred times graver than that between the Welsh and English
cultures, though the problem is at bottom the same.
The people who live in these mountains are Germans,
but they are ruled by the Czechs (pronounced as "cheques "), a Slavonic
race. We are thus face to face with one of the greatest battles in
the world, that between two nations, one the oppressor and the other the
oppressed.
This battle is carried on in thousands of petty ways
in Czechoslovakia, in Poland. in Yugoslavia, and in other countries, and
is known to the League of Nations as the Problem of Minorities.
The nations in Europe which have the upper hand are
trying to crush those members of their State who speak a foreign
language. It is just as if the English attempted in every way to
crush the Welsh and the Scotch and turn them into Cockneys; as if the
English did not allow any Welshman to have a really responsible
position, and as if the judges favoured the English in courts of law,
nearly always giving judgment against the Welsh.
Czechs’ Dominance
In this State of Czechoslovakia, set up by the Treaty
of Versailles, out of fourteen million inhabitants only about seven
million belong to the dominant race, the Czechs. Three-and-a-half
million are Germans, while the others are Slovaks, Ruthenians, and
Hungarians. The seven million Czechs, one half of the population,
are the masters and are seeking to spread their power as rapidly as
possible. One weapon is the law. In police-courts it is sometimes
difficult for Germans to obtain justice. Last night as the
woodcutters assembled in the inn one of the villagers gave an example of
this inequality under which the Germans suffer. The woodcutters
listened intently, puffing at their long German pipes, staring into
their beer-mugs, and nodding agreement as the leader told his story: "A
fine man is our forester, real good German, kind to everybody, and such
a fond father you never saw. He looks after the forest splendidly
for a Prince, who owns the forests here. Well, just before
Christmas, after the first snow had fallen our forester was going with
his wife through the woods half -an-hour away when he looked up and
there he saw the rascal Wenzel, the Czech who lives in the village.
And Wenzel was cutting down the young fir-trees, stealing them to sell
as Christmas trees.
‘Stop!’ shouts our Forester, and goes up to him.
Wenzel yells something at him in his heathen Czech language. Our
forester bends down to count the fir trees which Wenzel had stolen,
when, crack! A heavy blow comes on his skull."
‘The brute!!,’ murmur the villagers.
"Justice"
"And the Czech runs away, leaving him there bleeding
and senseless in the snow. The forester’s wife puts a coat under
her husband’s head and rushes to us in the village. We get the
sledge and horses and off we go and find the forester there with a pool
of red blood in the snow all around. We bring him back, and all
through the Christmas days he shouted mad things and would not wake.
His children watched him Christmas Day and couldn’t understand what was
the matter. "But, to cut a long story short, there was a trial.
But the judge was a Czech. They wouldn’t allow evidence in German;
and the rascal Wenzel, although he was guilty of attempted murder, as
well as of stealing trees, got off scot-free!"
The villagers grunted angrily, "That’s how they treat
us Germans—no justice for a German."
That Christmas drama, narrated in a Bohemian inn,
throws a light on the grave problem of Minorities.
Hour of Revenge
By other methods, such as education and favouritism
for non-Germans, by ejecting landowners and settling the land of the
Germans by Czech or, in Poland, by Polish labourers, the dominant
Slavonic races are attempting to crush their Teutonic subjects.
The tables are turned. Formerly the Germans were ruthless in
destroying the Slavonic cultures. Now the hour of revenge for the
Slavs has come.
In Czecho-slovakia the treatment of the subject
nations has not been so brutal as in other countries, such as Poland,
and often the Germans themselves are to blame. The fine veteran
statesman, Masaryk, the President of the Czecho-slovak Republic, has
tried his best to reconcile the races, and he is respected by all.
Many Czech officials try their best to help the Germans. But still
the petty oppression goes on.
This oppression in the new States is a danger for
Europe. It may lead to grave trouble.
Lesson for Wales
It is arousing the passionate feeling in Germany that
the lost territories must be won back.
It is causing misery and injustice and even terror in
Europe.
The Welsh, as a small nation, should keep an eye on
the oppressed peoples of Europe and stand up for justice, for fear the
burning hatreds beneath the surface in Europe should again lead to a
world conflagration, in which Wales herself would suffer.
That is the lesson of this valley in Bohemia.
THE WESTERN MAIL AND SOUTH WALES NEWS,
February 15th, 1933
A WELSHMAN LOOKS AT EUROPE (v)
THE ICE BREAKS IN THE MOUNTAINS
By GARETH JONES
A VALLEY IN BOHEMIA.
Last night, as the woodcutter and the toymakers were
gathered in the village inn, singing their old folk-songs of the Ore
Mountains, a villager dashed in and shouted: "The ice is breaking! The
ice is breaking !"
All jumped to their feet and there was a scramble to
the door. Then a series of crashes could be heard outside, as if
many large pine trees in the narrow valley had tumbled to the earth.
There was a breaking, grinding noise, to the continual accompaniment of
the roar of a big torrent.
I was mystified, for the stream was so small that it
could never make a noise which could so outrival the Thames or the
Severn in flood. So I rushed out with the woodcutters to the back
of the inn, which was situated a few yards from the river and then I
realised why they were excited. The stream had really swollen into
a big river and was carrying along - as one could vaguely see in the
darkness with the help of a torch - huge blocks of ice, which were being
dashed against trees and stones. The water was flooding up to the
court-yard of the inn.
Saved - on the Roof
"Danger! danger!" shouted the innkeeper.
"We’ll have to telephone right down the valley." The innkeeper’s
son rushed to the telephone while the others still stared at the sudden
elevation of their local stream into the dignity of a real river.
One of them said: "There may be bad times to-night in the next village,
because their houses come right down to the stream. It was madness
to build them so close. When the ice broke last year there were
some people who had to climb out on the roof and were only saved that
way."
Someone cried that we had better see if the bridge
were still standing. We went out on to the village street, which
was one mass of ice, and slithered along until we reached the bridge.
Its half-iron, half-wooden structure was still standing firm, and we
stood on it watching the torrent rushing underneath, and seeing every
other moment a large sheet of ice being tossed from one side of the
stream to the other.
News then arrived from the next village. They
had been long prepared. People living on the bank of the river had
already been removed to safety, we heard, and beyond the usual flood no
grave results were feared. The children bad all been wakened and
were staring out of the windows at the swiftly-travelling ice-blocks,
and some of the younger ones were terrified by the rumbling and the
crashing in the valley.
Disasters of Other Days.
The excitement soon died down and the villagers
returned to their pipes and their gossip.
Tales of how the ice had broken in years gone past
were told by the elders. The ice-drifts of to-day were, in their
view, mere bagatelles compared with the disasters which the ice had
brought fifty years ago. There was silence when memories of lives
lost in the floods in the Bohemian mountains were revived.
"When that cloudburst came over Gnats’ Tower and the
water was dammed by piles upon piles of timber," said a toy maker, "and
when the dam suddenly burst and waves descended on the cottages, bearing
huge pine trees and smashing bridges and drowning people, that was
terrible."
When the morning came the stream had lost its
violence, but everywhere there were blocks and large pieces of ice,
tossed into the fields around, on to the road, into the woods near the
bank, and the fir trees near the stream had had their bark torn by the
sharp contact of the on-coming ice.
Phenomenon Explained
This phenomenon was explained by the sudden thaw and
the rain which had fallen heavily for twelve hours. Up to that
change in the weather the river had been completely frozen into masses
of ice, and the valley had been covered with snow.
When the thaw and the rain came water had formed in
the river and had loosened the ice from the banks. More and more
water formed, and in some parts of the stream was dammed by the ice
masses.
Finally the pressure of the water was so great that
the ice blocks were finally loosened from one another and were driven
down stream. The ice often collected into packs, which collided with the
trees and stones and the banks, and caused the cracking and the crashing
which we had heard.
Such was the breaking of the ice in this village in Bohemia.
THE WESTERN MAIL AND SOUTH WALES NEWS,
February 17th, 1933
A WELSHMAN LOOKS AT EUROPE (vi)
HOME INDUSTRIES ON THEIR DEATH-BED
By GARETH JONES
A VILLAGE
IN THE ORE MOUNTAINS,
CZECHOSLOVAKIA.
IF one peeps into the small cottages of the villages
in this region one sees girls and women with nimble fingers knitting
lace around small buttons.
In some cottages the men are fast at work rapidly
carving pieces of wood into toys. With a small hand-machine they
prepare the rough outline of the forms of soldiers, sheep, pigs, Noah’s
Arks, geese, and carts. On another table there stand pots of
paints of the brightest red, the most glaring green, the deepest blue,
and another worker, with incredible speed, dabs the colour on to the
wooden figures.
In another village thousands of pieces of glass stand
in the corner of the room and the women take many at a time, paint them
with spots of colour, and finally string them together so that they
tinkle like bells at the slightest touch.
The Two Spectres
These are the famous home industries, which are now on their
death-bed. The men and women of these villages who lived by making
buttons and toys and glass decorations are the victims of the Europe of
1933-the spectre of Tariffs and the spectre of the Machine.
Thousands of these friendly, simple mountain people
are now suffering hardship because the world has shut its doors upon
their toys- and because inventors have found machines which will do in
one day what one home worker would take a month to do. Their
hardship is symbolic of that of millions of men in Europe who are
unemployed on account of Tariffs and of Machines.
There is hardly a toy-shop in Wales which has not
been stocked with the wooden toys which these people have skillfully
made. There is hardly a Christmas tree in Welsh festivities which
has not tinkled with the glass pieces painted and strung together here.
From these lonely fir-covered mountain, valleys the handwork of the
villagers has gone out to Great Britain, to America, to Japan, to
Holland, to Italy, and to other countries.
World Bonds
No better example of how the whole world is bound
together by a million links could be given than this region. When
Welsh colliers earned less and could buy fewer toys for their children
the effect was immediately felt in this distant valley. When the
British Government placed a tariff upon toys from abroad these villagers
received a grave blow. The rest of the world had long placed
barriers in the way of the import of toys.
Thus tariffs have been the doom of this valley, and
the people here are unable to France, for goods from England, for food
from the Dominions, but they cannot buy because the door has been
slammed it the way of their goods. There is no demand for the
products of their labour and thus their wages have crashed down. I
saw woman who was knitting lace around buttons for dresses in American
shops. Each button tool five minutes to complete, for the knitting
was most delicate and skilled. " What do you get for making those laced
buttons?’ I asked.
Hard-Earned Money
She replied: "I get one shilling if make a gross".
For 144 buttons, each of which took five minutes to make, she only got
twelve pence. She continued: "Last week I did well. I earned
two shillings and sixpence. Of course I have to do my housework as
well." A girl told me that she usually earned one shilling and six
pence per week from this work.
Throughout Europe there are people like this woman
who depended upon home industry for their livelihood. This is now
disappearing and its disappearance brings us face to face with one of
the greatest revolutions in the world of today.
"How are the cobblers doing in this village?" I
asked a woodcutter. "Terribly," he replied. "You see, we
used to have our boots made by the cobbler, just as we used to have our
cloth made here by the weavers and the clothes made by the nearest
tailor. But now there is nothing left for the poor cobbler to do,
nor for the poor tailor, except a few repairs, because the factories and
the machines do everything. The big companies have everywhere
knocked out the shoemakers and the local tailors. The workers all
want to buy cheap shoes. You’ve heard of our huge factory here in
Czechoslovakia, Bata, haven’t you? Well, Bata has knocked out the
smaller men."
The Village Shoemaker
My thoughts went immediately to
Llanrhaiadr-ym-Mochnant. where I used to spend my holidays as a
schoolboy, and. to the village shoemaker, Robert Jones, a great
character in the town. I also thought of the great part played in
Welsh life by such shoemakers as Richard Lloyd, the uncle of Mr. Lloyd
George, who were outstanding personalities. Those men gloried in
their craft. In the Europe of 1933 these men are disappearing, and
their places are being taken by vast factories and vast companies, which
are getting more and more a monopoly over the economic life of the
world.
In this revolution-the concentrating of industry away
from the home into huge concerns-the machine has played a great part.
Even in this small Czechoslovakian valley this is obvious. Japan,
for example, used to buy many of the toys of Germany and of this
district. Then the Japanese put up a tariff against foreign toys
and set up factories with the latest machines, against which the simple
villagers could not compete. Japan then imported toys into Germany
and undercut the German toys in many lines. But the competition
and the poverty caused by the tariffs led to such a fall in prices that
both the Japanese and the German manufacturers suffered, and no one was
better off.
Effect on the Child Mind
The machine has also affected the minds of children
and has made them despise . wooden toys. The boys and girls of
today demand locomotives, aeroplanes, and Zeppelins which are made of
steel and tin. The toymakers who carve from wood bewail this.
They say, "Children are spoilt by the machine-it has knocked out the
home industry of making wooden toys.
Hit by tariffs and by the machine, the workers in
North Czechoslovakia are, therefore, suffering. They receive no
unemployment pay in cash, but in many parts the unemployed are given a
bread card worth is 1s.3d. per week. The rest they must beg or
borrow or earn by odd jobs. Even those who have work have very low
wages.
In the Czech coal mines the wages have fallen to
about twelve to fifteen shillings a week. The decision to lower
wages led last autumn to the outbreak of a strike. Police- and
soldiers were called, and in fights many were killed. The strike
failed because the companies threatened to dismiss all the strikers-and
bring in new workers. Many Communists took part in the strike, but
a large number of the strikers were pious Catholics. It was
significant that the troops showed great sympathy with the strikers.
Back to Germany
It is now time to leave the new State of
Czechoslovakia and return to Germany, to cross from one troubled country
to another. As I wave good-bye to the villagers the local timber
merchant comes up to me, and his words are a striking close to my visit:
"I have just heard that the Germans are going to raise their tariff
still higher against Czech timber. It comes into force this month.
It will mean my ruin.
The Europe of 1933 is tariff mad.
THE WESTERN MAIL AND SOUTH WALES NEWS,
February 21st, 1933
A WELSHMAN LOOKS AT EUROPE (vii)
WORKLESS MILLIONS OF GERMANY
By GARETH JONES
AS I was looking into a shop window in the
elegant main street of Dresden I felt someone tap my elbow nervously,
and, turning round, I saw a young worker, who begged shamefacedly for a
little money.
"What was your work?" I asked.
"Farm labourer," he answered. "So I do not get any
unemployment insurance. I can get no work on the land, and here in
Dresden it is terrible. A curse seems to have come over the
country.
"Go to the poor quarters here and you will see what
misery is. But we’ll get rid of it some day. Hitler will do
nothing. He’s ranking himself with the capitalists and is just the
tool of Hugenberg. But we workers will fight to the death against
him. Berlin is Red; Dresden is going Red; the whole country is
going Red. And it is all because we can get no work."
Unemployment and the misery which follows it are
sending millions of honest German workers into the camp of the
extremists. It is arousing among the middle class in Germany
burning hatred of the system under which they live. It is creating
a tense feeling that anything is better than the present distress.
Here in Dresden, which has a population of 650,000, nearly 200,000 men,
women, and children depend on help from the public bodies in order to
live. In most German towns nearly one-third of the inhabitants
receive what little money they have from relief and unemployment
insurance.
The Means Test
If you are an unemployed young man in Germany,
without family, you receive about 4s. 6d. to 5s. per week. If you
are a man with a wife you receive about 12s. per week, with from is
1s.6d. to 3s. extra for each child. If, however, there are other
resources, such as savings or odd jobs, this sum is drastically cut
down, for the means test is. rigidly applied, and a very careful search
is made into the amount of money which each unemployed man has.
The amount of unemployment relief depends on what the
worker earned when he was in work. If he earned £1. a week he will
receive far less than the worker who earned £2 a week. There is
thus a sliding-scale. This is fairer to the skilled labourer, who
may receive nearly twice as much unemployment insurance as the
unskilled. If this system existed in Wales the skilled tin-plate
or steel worker who was paid from £3 to £5 a week would, on losing his
work, receive, under German conditions, from 10s. to 12s. a week, while
the unskilled worker with a wage of about £2 in Wales would receive
about 5s in unemployment insurance per week. In Germany, however,
wages are far lower and the worker who receives £2 10s. a week is
already in the category of well-paid employ.
The unemployment benefit only lasts 38 days, after
which the unemployed man has to obtain relief from the towns. This
places a tremendous burden upon the city finances, and leads many people
to tremble at the thought of what will happen when the cities go
bankrupt. Cologne, for example, a city of 730,000, has to maintain
an army of unemployed as large with their families as the population of
Cardiff, and spend. £3,000,000 a year on this.
A Financial Mystery
It is a mystery to many how the city can find such a
vast sum. What will happen if the taxes, fail to bring in enough
to pay the poor relief is the anxious question asked by all. One
distinguished leader in Saxony said to me: "God help us if the towns
cannot pay the money to the unemployed. And there is danger of
this. If that happens, we shall see anarchy. There will be
an outburst of rioting and plundering which we have never seen before.
There will hardly be a shop-window unbroken in the whole of Dresden."
Investigations I have made into the way the German
unemployed live reveal a grim picture, and one is astounded that
revolutionary outbreaks of violence have so rarely occurred. One
reason for the calm and the quietness of the unemployed is probably the
under-nourishment, which does not encourage energetic action.
The average unemployed family would have a budget
similar to the following: The father, the mother, and the two children
would receive at the most 18s a week. Of this they would have to
spend about 6s on rent. About 2s. would be spent on coal, which
leaves 10s. a week for four persons to live on. It-should be
mentioned here that prices are in most products slightly higher than in
Britain. Bread is dearer than in South Wales. Ten shillings
a week for the family means about 1s.6d. per day, to be spent, not only
on food but also on light, on clothes, and on shoes.
Thrifty Housewives
A good housewife will usually divide the 1s. 6d. per
day in the following way: About 4d. will go in wool, soap, repairs and
extras, while she will spend is. 2d. on food. She will prepare the
following meals (the prices are for four persons): Breakfast: A couple
of slices of black bread, with a weak substitute coffee. Total
cost 3½d., or less than a penny each. Dinner: Potatoes, with
cabbage or thick soup. Bread is too dear for dinner. Total
cost 6d., or l½d. each. Supper: Potatoes. Cost 4½d.
This family would have no milk, and meat would be
rarely seen in the house. It must be remembered, however, that the
housewife in this case is economical and is receiving the full rate of
relief. If she were a good-for-nothing, or if the husband took his
relief money into a public-house, the. family would be on the verge of
starvation. The children, however, receive milk in school.
It would be of great interest to compare the budget
of unemployed families in South Wales with this budget of a German
family.
Children Hard Hit
Health, conditions among the children of the
unemployed are getting worse and worse. I have been shown the
private reports of teachers and of inspectors of the homes, and they
make tragic reading. Many children cannot go to school because
they have no shoes. There is a terrible lack of bed clothing in
the houses. The children come to school in the most meager of
rags, and few of them in the poorest quarters have sufficient warm
clothing. Often a child, when given a free meal, will gulp down
without stopping eight large plates of soup.
Among the former proud middle class of Germany the
distress is also great. In one city I was brought into a
restaurant where a free meal of a dish of soup containing pieces of
sausage was being given to members of the middle class who were
destitute. It was a pathetic sight. Young artists, teachers,
professors, old factory. owners who had gone bankrupt, writers with keen
intellectual faces, came in one by one for their soup.
Some of them had been wealthy, some of them bad
painted well-known pictures, some of them had received rounds upon
rounds of applause on the stage. Today they are glad to have a
bite of meat. It was striking to note that they still maintained
their German pride in a respectable appearance. Each wore a
spotlessly clean stiff white collar. One never knows in Germany
whether the clean, well-groomed man next to one in a bus is not on the
verge of destitution.
Humour Survives
The Germans still maintain a sense of humour.
In my view Germans have a tremendous capacity for humour and joke about
their troubles.
Unemployment has led to the following witticism.
One German says: "I know how to abolish 3,000,000 of the unemployed."
"How will you do that?"
"First I should put 1,000,000 to work at painting the
Black Forest white; secondly, I should make 1,000,000 build a one-way
track from Berlin to Jerusalem for the Jews to go along, and the other
1,000,000 should cover the Polish Corridor with linoleum."
The 6,000,000 German unemployed have shown remarkable
humour and courage under disastrous conditions. Unless the world
hastens, however, to break down tariff walls to rescue Europe from the
strangling grip of trade restrictions, and unless the mad militarist
rampant throughout the globe calms down, the patience of the unemployed
may come to an ends and then woe betide Europe!
THE WESTERN MAIL AND SOUTH WALES NEWS, February
21st, 1933
A WELSHMAN LOOKS AT EUROPE (viii)
HOW GERMANY TACKLES UNEMPLOYMENT
By GARETH JONES
DRESDEN.
Wales and Germany have one grave problem in
common-how to tackle unemployment. In both countries there is an
army of workless young people who feel that there is no place for them
in the world. Whether they live in Merthyr or in Berlin, in
Pontypridd or in Munich, they face the same spectre of idleness and
poverty.
In South Wales isolated attempts are being made to
alleviate the boredom and the apathy of the unemployed. In
Bryn-mawr, in Trealaw, in Merthyr, and elsewhere greater activity has
entered the lives of the workless, and this has raised their spirits and
benefited the community.
In Germany the fight against the deterioration of
youth has been carried on with energy. The German Government say:
"We must bring the unemployed off the streets. We must give them
hope. We must show them that they are wanted by the State, and
thus conquer their pessimism. We must make them healthy by giving
them work in the open air. We must give them physical drill.
We must interest them in literature, in history, and in geography.
We must teach them crafts. We must use them to improve our roads,
our forests, our land, our bridges. But, above all, we must teach
them order, discipline, and loyalty to the State."
Voluntary Labour
The spirit of those who join these camps is similar
to that of young Welshmen who seek work. A number of unemployed
who wished to offer their services were asked why they wanted to join,
and nearly all gave similar replies, To carry out these aims the German
Government has encouraged a Voluntary Labour Service, which has set up
thousands of labour camps throughout Germany. Last summer 290,000
young Germans were given work, bread, and health in these camps.
In Saxony, for example, which has about twice as many inhabitants as
Wales, there are about 600 camps with from 30 to 200 people in each.
Thus if Wales were in Germany there would be about 300 camps training
the youth of the country.
The members of the camps are all volunteers.
They work about six hours a day, some on roads, some in draining
marshes, others in clearing the results of floods, some in building
sports grounds. Besides these six hours, four hours are devoted to
lectures, discussions, sport, and physical drill. For, as the
President of the Saxon Labour Service said: "It is the man and not the
work which is important."
which ran as follows:
i. "I am sick and tired of not having enough to eat."
ii. "I am sick and tired of dragging about the house with nothing to
do."
iii. "I want to learn something."
The Work They Do
These young men do not work fork profit, for they
only receive fourpence a day in pocket-money, the pay of the pre war
German soldier. They are given, however, plain but good food,
work-clothes, exercise, health and comradeship, and work from four to
nine months in the camp. The State subscribes 2s. per day per man,
and the cost to the Government in 1932 was about £5,000,000.
All the work done is for the public good and not for
the benefit of an individual. Urban district councils or rural
councils, co-operative societies or churches, employ the labour of the
voluntary labour camps for public works. Thus the financially
embarrassed public bodies of Germans have been able to get excellent
work done at small cost and to the benefit of the health and spirits of
the unemployed.
The camps may be set up by the private initiative of
clubs, such as the Y.M.C.A., by political groups or by societies.
There are Hitler camps, there are Protestant camps, Socialist camps, and
other kinds but in general the neutral camp, where men of all parties
and sects come together is preferred. Now, however, that Hitler is
in power, the Nazis will be favoured. In each camp there is a
leader who has been especially trained and put to a severe test, and who
is usually over 25 years of age. His influence upon the young
workers can be very great.
Unions’ Opposition
In the beginning of the movement the Trade Unions
opposed the Voluntary Labour Service, in which they saw a menace to the
wage agreements they had struggled for, and at present the Builders’
Union is still a deadly enemy of the camps. But the Trade Unions
have now realised that it is better to give work to the unemployed, if
they volunteer for it, even at an infinitesimal pocket-money rate, than
to allow their health and moral to suffer.
Moreover, many thousands abandoned the Trade Unions
in order to be able to volunteer for the camps. Contractors also
fight against the Labour Service and accuse it of stealing their trade.
In spite of the opposition, and in spite of financial difficulties, the
movement is growing. Indeed the Hitler Government wishes to make
it compulsory and turn it into a kind of national conscription scheme.
Germany led the way in unemployment and health
insurance. Perhaps by these labour camps Germany may be leading
the way to a method of rescuing the youth of Europe from the effects of
unemployment. The German authorities are still groping in the
dark, and have great difficulties to face. But their experiments
may be of great value to areas such as South Wales which have the same
unemployment problem to tackle.
THE WESTERN MAIL AND SOUTH WALES NEWS, February
22nd, 1933
A WELSHMAN LOOKS AT EUROPE (ix)
STORM OVER THE POLISH CORRIDOR
By GARETH JONES
(NOTE. Mr. Gareth Jones travelled from Dresden via Berlin, and
across, a part of Poland, to the Free State of Danzig, where he
interviewed the leading authorities. He now describes his return
journey to Berlin.)
IN THE AEROPLANE FLYING FROM DANZIG TO BERLIN.
At last we are off. After rushing across the
aerodrome field, and then bumping slightly, the aeroplane has left the
ground, and beneath us we see the fields, roads houses, shores, and
woods of one of the most fateful regions in all Europe.
The aeroplane is beginning to rock. Each time
the pilot tries to rise one wing goes up and the other down. I
stand up to take my overcoat off and am tossed into my seat again.
No wonder the aeroplane is two hours late. A
strong wind was blowing when Professor Haferkorn, who was once lecturer
at Aberystwyth College and mastered Welsh, brought me to the airport
nearly three hours ago. We waited in the restaurant, which had
many pictures of Bismarck. I went to buy my ticket and found that
my name was written on it as "Professor de Jong."
I was fated to remain in the Free State of Danzig,
which was torn away from Germany by the Treaty of Versailles, more hours
than I expected, for a messenger entered and announced:
"Ladies and gentleman. Due to the very strong
wind, the aeroplane had to turn back, but is now on its way, and will be
two hours late."
Historic Line
The whirr of the engine was at last heard. We
went out and saw the machine, on which was written: MOSCOW-BERLIN.
The words made one feel that one was really in Eastern Europe and going
to fly along part of the historic line Moscow-Berlin, which connects
Asia with Europe, with Communism, Capitalism, and the land of entrenched
proletarian dictatorship with that of growing Fascism.
The Moscow-Berlin plane is now rocking over the
Baltic coast. The Baltic is looking bright blue, although from the
west black storm-clouds come. If I look around I can see the city
of Danzig, which is about as large as Cardiff.
A small steamier is entering Danzig harbour, about
which diplomats have been fighting since 1919. That streak is the
Vistula. Now exactly underneath is the Monte Carlo of the North,
Zoppot. The casino and the pier can be clearly seen. Near
the sea one has a glimpse of the two prewar villas of the Crown Prince,
and one recalls that he was most popular with be Danzigers.
The Corridor
It is getting difficult to write, for the wind seems
to be growing stronger. Underneath is the railway which links
Danzig with the Fatherland. We are now flying over woods.
The plane has several times dropped suddenly and then rocked. A
little snow remains on the round.
We are leaving the Baltic-but one moment. There
is a port-one only gets a slight view of it-it does not look, a natural
harbour at all. It is Gdynia, and was recently built by Poland.
Now we are flying over the Polish Corridor.
There are more woods underneath and a lake here and there. We must
have crossed the frontier between the Danzig Free State and Poland.
How that German pilot must boil with rage when be thinks that his East
Prussia is separated from the rest of Prussia by that narrow stretch of
territory belonging to Poland and extending to the sea!
The land is very flat underneath. We are flying
about 1,000 to 1,500 feet high, and can see the peasants’ huts, some
with straw roofs, some with tiled roofs. Over there is a brick
factory-the only factory to be seen. The rest of the land is
farming land, with a village here and there, lakes, and many small pine
forests. Some of those villages are inhabited by a tribe called
Kashubes. So that is the Polish Corridor.
Forced Down
No more blue sky left now. The aeroplane is
rattling and shaking. There are more storm-clouds in front.
I am beginning to regret the excellent meal I took of pork cutlets and
pancakes. The aeroplane has just recovered from a drop in the
worst air-pocket I have ever experienced.
By a lake which is frozen over there is some timber.
It is difficult to realise that that stretch of land which has only a
few villages and woods and fields is one of the danger spots of Europe
and that millions of Germans would willingly die to win it back.
The aeroplane is tossing still more violently.
This article will have to be finished elsewhere.
STOLP: A SMALL TOWN IN POMERANIA.
A few hours ago I had never heard of Stolp. But
now we are forced to spend the night here. I saw the passengers
get alarmed as the wings of the aeroplane seemed to go up still higher
and down. At last we saw a town to the north. The pilot flew
for it and before long we made our forced landing smoothly.
Bulwark of Germanism
A man came rushing up, opened the door, and said:
"There’s another colossal storm coming." The pilot came out.
"Impossible to fly further; It’s dangerous," he said. "We’ve taken
an hour and a quarter to do 55 miles. The force of the wind
against us was terrific."
Thus we find ourselves in this typical Prussian town,
which has as its hero Blücher, is proud of its soldiers, and considers
itself a bulwark of Germanism near the Polish Corridor.
To-morrow we fly on to Berlin-when the storm has died
down.
One day a far more violent storm may break over the
Polish Corridor. The names Danzig, Gdynia, East Prussia will be on
the lips of all.
When that storm of national passions will break no
one knows, but the dark clouds are rapidly gathering. The forces
making for strife in this part of Europe I shall describe after the
aeroplane has taken me across the Prussian plain and has landed me in
the Tempelhofer Aerodrome, Berlin.
THE WESTERN MAIL AND SOUTH WALES NEWS,
February 28th, 1933
A WELSHMAN LOOKS AT EUROPE (x)
WITH HITLER ACROSS GERMANY
By GARETH JONES
In Hitler’s Aeroplane,
Three o’clock
Thursday Afternoon,
February 23, 1933.
If this aeroplane should crash then the whole history
of Europe would be changed. For a few feet away sits Adolf Hitler,
Chancellor of Germany and leader of the most volcanic nationalist
awakening which the world has seen.
Six thousand feet beneath us, hidden by a sea of
rolling white clouds, is the land which he has roused to a frenzy.
We are rushing along at a speed of 142 miles per hour from Berlin to
Frankfurt-on-Main, where Hitler is to begin his lightning election
campaign.
The occupants of the aeroplane are, indeed, a mass of
human dynamite. I can see Hitler studying the map and then reading
a number of blue reports. He does not look impressive. When
his car arrived on the airfield about half an hour ago and he stepped
out, a slight figure in a shapeless black hat, wearing a light
mackintosh, and when he raised his arm flabbily to greet those who had
assembled to see him, I was mystified.
His Right Hand Men
How had this ordinary-looking man succeeded in
becoming deified by fourteen million people? He was more natural
and less of a poseur than I had expected; there was something boyish
about him as he saw a new motor-car and immediately displayed a great
interest in it. He shook hands with the Nazi chief and with those
others of us who were to fly with him in the famous "Richthofen," the
fastest and most powerful three-motored aeroplane in Germany.
His handshake was firm, but his large, outstanding
eyes seemed emotionless as he greeted me. Standing around in the
snow were members of his bodyguard in their black uniform with silver
brocade. On their hats there is a silver skull and crossbones, the
cavities of the eyes in the skull being bright red.
I was introduced to these, the elite of the Nazi
troops, and then to a plump, laughing man, Captain Bauer, Hitler’s
pilot, the war-time flying hero. We then entered the great
aeroplane and now we sit far above the clouds.
Brain of the Party
Behind Hitler sits a little man who laughs all the
time. He has a narrow Iberian head and brown eyes which twinkle
with wit and intelligence. He looks like the dark, small,
narrow-headed, sharp Welsh type which is so often found in the Glamorgan
valleys. This is Dr. Goebbels, a Rhinelander, the brain of the
National-Socialist Party and, after Hitler, its most emotional speaker.
His is a name to remember, for he will play a big part in the future.
To Hitler’s left sits a massive, fair-haired man
besides whom Hitler looks dwarf-like. This is Hitler’s adjutant.
The others in the aeroplane are secretaries, and there are five members
of Hitler’s bodyguard in their black and silver uniforms with red
swastika badges. The only two non-Nazis are another newspaper
correspondent and myself and we are the first foreign observers to be
invited by Hitler since be became Chancellor to accompany him on a
flight.
Next to me sits a scarred, well-built member of the
bodyguard, who has a sense of humour and keeps ragging another member
who is sleeping. He has already offered me two boiled eggs, two
bags of chocolate, an apple and biscuits. There is nothing hard
and Prussian about my fellow-passengers. They could not be more
friendly and polite, even if I were a red-hot Nazi myself.
The chief of the bodyguard is now drinking to my
health in soda-water and grinning. He shows me his silver badge
which he wears on his breast and which shows that he has been a follower
of Hitler for thirteen years. He is obviously proud of his uniform
and points out his photograph to me in a weekly illustrated newspaper.
The Monarchists
The clouds underneath have now cleared, and we can
see the Elbe winding below. Hitler is now asleep. The sun is
shining upon the engine to the left. I take up a Nazi newspaper and I
read:
"To-morrow night Goebbels and Prince August Wilhelm
are speaking in the Sport Palace in Berlin."
Prince August Wilhelm, the son of the Kaiser!
What relations are there, I wonder, between the Monarchists and Hitler?
I recall an item of information which I picked up in Berlin. The
Kaiserin had come to Berlin to win over Hitler. A meeting was
arranged in a salon. Hitler kept the Empress waiting in the
drawing-room twenty minutes while he chatted in the corridor outside.
At last they met, but the Empress failed in her mission, and Hitler is
not yet converted to Monarchism.
Another item is: "Fifty thousand people hear Dr.
Goebbels in Hanover." I look at the vivacious little man and see
that he is reading Wilson’s Fourteen Points. His smile has
disappeared, and his chin is determined, he looks as if he were burning
to avenge what the Nazis call the betrayal of 1918. I recall the
Nazi slogan: "Retribution."
"In Memoriam"
A notice, "In Memoriam," which I next read in the
Nazi paper then gives a clue to the emotion which has been let loose in
Germany. Beneath the photograph, surrounded by a thick black line,
of a handsome young boy in a Nazi uniform I read: "The father of this
Storm Troop man, Gerhard Schlemminger, was one of the two million who
fell for Germany. The wife he left behind bravely went along her
path of duty and educated her son to be a sincere, honourable German
citizen in the decadent post-war days of confusion and vice. But
Gerhard, who gave all his energy for the freeing of Germany, was
yesterday struck dead by a murderous Bolshevik bullet."
This throws a light upon the political passions in
Germany. I look again at Hitler. He and his followers feel that
the hundreds of Nazis, such as this young boy who have died in street
battles must be avenged, and they will be ruthless in crushing Communist
opposition.
Hitler is now turning and smiling to his
adjutant. He looks mild. Can this be the ruthless enemy
of Bolshevism? It puzzles me.
The Two Hitlers
We are now descending, however. Frankfurt is
beneath us. A crowd is gathered below. Thousands of faces
look up at us. We make a smooth landing. Nazi leaders, some
in brown, some in black and silver, all with a red swastika arm-band,
await their chief. Hitler steps out of the aeroplane. But he
is now a man spiritually transformed. His eyes have a certain
fixed purpose. Here is a different Hitler.
There are two Hitlers - the natural boyish Hitler,
and the Hitler who is inspired by tremendous national force, a great
Hitler. It is the second Hitler who has stirred Germany to an
awakening.
THE WESTERN MAIL & SOUTH WALES NEWS, Friday 24th
February 1933
The Red Light in East Europe
Frontier Quarrel Between Germany and Poland
By Gareth Jones
BERLIN.
Mr. Gareth Jones and Hitler.
On Thursday Mr Gareth Jones is to fly with Hitler, the
German Chancellor, from Frankfurt to attend a Nazi meeting.
This was the first time Hitler had invited a foreign
observer to fly with him since he became Chancellor
Mr. Gareth Jones will describe his experience in
exclusive articles in the "Western Mail & South Wales News
---
One of the world’s most renowned journalists made
a remarkable prophecy to me, as we lunched in a restaurant just off
Unter den Linden.
I had told him of my flight across the Polish
Corridor and of the tenseness of feeling among the peoples in Danzig and
East Prussia.
"Yes," he said; "look out for trouble there.
The Germans will sacrifice everything-life, wealth, everything-to win
back that unfertile, dull patch of fields, woods and lakes. And
they will one day get the Corridor back."
"How will they do that?" I asked.
The journalist replied: "Keep your eye on the
re-organisation of the German Army. It is going to take place this
year, and the re-arming will go up steadily. In a few years’,
time-no one knows when-when the Army is strong enough, Hitler will ask
Poland to reconsider the question of the Corridor. The Poles will
say emphatically, "No!" Then in Germany a huge press campaign will be
opened against Poland.
Creating Alarm
"Germans will be fired into a blaze of indignation
against everything Polish. Rumours will be skillfully spread to
the effect that the Polish soldiers are going to invade the Free, State
of Danzig. Imagine the alarm which will electrify Germany.
To prevent Polish troops from entering Danzig, which
is German by culture, but politically under League of Nations’
suzerainty, German Reichswehr troops will march in and occupy that city.
"Then the propaganda machine will continue its
nefarious activities. There will be frontier incidents. Some
German frontier guards will be found murdered. False documents
will be published purporting to show that Poland is about to attack
Germany. Someone in Berlin will press the button and the German
troops will march across the Corridor and reunite East Prussia with the
Fatherland."
The Nazi View
That prophecy may be alarmist, but there is no doubt
that the eyes of millions of Germans are facing eastwards. This
was confirmed by my visit to the headquarters of the Nazis in the
Kaiserhof Hotel (the "Ritz" of Berlin), where I was received and
entertained for over two hours by Hitler’s private, secretary in his
suite overlooking the Chancellor’s Palace.
Of the several conversations I had with Nazis in the
Kaiserhof one struck me as being especially dangerous in its
implications in Eastern Europe. The Hitlerite said that Germany
should look towards the East of Europe, where she should have economic
and political power.
"Our National Socialistic Eastern policy," he said,
"means nothing more or less than this: that we must conquer, colonise
and settle our Germans in, the East of Europe just as the ‘Holy Roman
Empire of the German Nation’ advanced towards the East from A.D. 900 to
A.D. 1500."
Future Battleground
The first push for such a policy would be that area
which I saw from the air a day or two ago. The panorama of Danzig,
Gdynia, the Baltic and the Polish woods and fields which seemed to roll
underneath as the aeroplane rocked and tossed is a vital clue to the
future of Europe.
That area may be a real military battle• field in the
future. It is already now a battlefield on which the Poles are
trying to smash the Germans politically and economically.
What is the quarrel between Germans and Poland?
Firstly, the Polish Corridor, which connects Poland
with the sea and cuts off Germany from East Prussia, has become for each
nation a symbol. For Germany it is a symbol of national dishonour
which must be effaced.
The German says: "It is a disgrace that a great
civilised country should be cut in two and that an uncivilised set of
scoundrels like the Poles should rule brutally over our fellow
countrymen. It is a disgrace that our defeat in the war should
have led to East Prussia standing open to attack from the Poles.
Moreover, our defeat has led to Poland’s frontier ‘coming dangerous1y
near to Berlin. Germany must have the Corridor back again.
We must have the German areas back again and not be treated like dogs.
Poland’s Attitude
The Pole says: "For 150 years we Poles had no State.
Our land was stolen from us in the end of the Eighteenth century by the
rapacious Germans, Russians and Austrians. Poland was partitioned.
Since 1919 we are a State again, and our suffering and struggles for our
nation have been rewarded. And now Germany wishes, partition us
again, to sweep us off the face of the earth.
"The first step is the return of the so called Polish
Corridor. Once we give up that area, which is rightly and justly
ours we are lost as a nation and we will be partitioned again. No;
we will fight to the death rather than give up our territory."
Life or Death Race
The second question is Gdynia, the brand new Polish
Corridor port on the Baltic, from which coal is exported in competition
with Welsh coal in the Scandinavian countries. It is Poland’s only
port and millions of pounds have been spent on it, although there is a
first- class harbour and docks in Danzig, a few milesa way. The
competition of Gdynia is ruining Danzig, and the Danzigers are alarmed
for their existence. The Poles, wanting to become a seafaring
nation, are favouring in every way their new port and thus strangling
Danzig. Gdynia has made rapid strides, and though in 1923 it was
merely a group of fishermen’s huts. It exported in 1932 over
4,000,000 tons of coal. In 1932 this former village and now
mushroom port exported 650,000 more tons of coal than did the vast port
of Danzig. The race between Gdynia and Danzig is a race of life
and death between the old German city and the newly-arisen Polish
outpost on the sea, and, with the help of powerful backers, the Polish
port is winning. Gdynia is thus for the Poles also a symbol-the
symbol of national triumph over a proud German city, and Poles would lay
down their lives rather than acknowledge defeat and give up Gdynia.
The Tariff War
The third bone of contention is the city of
Danzig-once a part of the German Empire, now under the suzerainty of the
League of Nations. Danzig has a Customs Union with Poland, but
also has the right to import from Germany certain foods which are not
allowed to be imported into Poland, for there is still a Tariff war
waging between Germany and Poland. The Poles accuse the Danzigers,
of taking a mean advantage and of sending goods imported from Germany
further, into Poland, thus providing unfair competition against Polish
manufacturers. This has given the Poles a remarkably good pretext
for blocking the import of goods from Danzig—although there is a
Danzig-Polish Customs Union-and of hitting Danzig manufacturers.
Thus the petty war continues and both sides suffer.
Powers Should Act
There is no doubt that the Poles have acted badly
towards the Germans in their territories. On the other hand the
Nazis in Poland have no desire, to co-operate with the Poles and cause
great trouble.
To remedy this it is easy to say: "The Corridor must
be revised." But the question is, "How?" If the Corridor is
given back to Germany means immediate war, for the Poles would fight to
the last drop of blood. There is no easy solution for the Corridor
question; but one thing can be done. The Poles should be forced by
the diplomats of the world, and especially by the British Government, to
behave like gentlemen, to carry out their treaty obligations, to make
full use of Danzig, and to stop oppressing the peoples over whom they
rule.
Even then, however, the conflict remains irreconcilable, and the red
light of danger shines in the East of Europe.
THE FINANCIAL NEWS, Wednesday 1st March 1933
WHITHER GERMANY?
Hitler moving towards Dictatorship
By Gareth Jones
No 1
SINCE January 30, when Herr Hitler became Chancellor
of the Reich, Germany has made rapid strides towards a Fascist
Dictatorship. The National Socialists have lost no time in digging
themselves in, and they are determined to cling to power, whatever
obstacles may be put in their way. Hitler is in an exceedingly
strong position. He has a personality which can arouse vast
audiences to a frenzy of nationalist passion and the support of thirteen
to fourteen million voters.
More important still than the votes of far more than
one-third of Germany is the force of Defence Troops (S.S. men) and of
the Storm Troops (S.A. men) numbering many hundreds of thousands of men,
well trained in street fighting and moved by a profound devotion to
their leader and to the national cause. Bound by no legalistic
scruples and scorning constitutionalism, these men will form a strong
barrier to any opposition movement from the Left.
Such is the basis of the National-Socialist power.
It has been broadened and deepened by the grip which Herr Goering, as
Reichs Commissar for Prussia, has gained over this State, which forms
two-thirds of the Reich. A thorough cleansing-the word itself is
reminiscent of another land ruled by a Dictatorship-has removed from the
police ranks those police presidents whose views smacked of Marxism, and
their place has been taken by men whose devotion to country and to Party
is greater than their respect for the minutiae of the law. The
police force, which was once considered a stronghold of Social
Democracy, has thus be come a powerful National-Socialist weapon, which
Herr Hitler will not relinquish easily.
Crushing Communism
Herr Goering has not taken long to impress upon the
Prussian police that they are to crush any Communist opposition with
ruthlessness. The consequences for any action which leads to
bloodshed he takes upon himself, and he exhorts the police to give
support to the National forces such as the Storm Troops. To
whatever injustices it may lead, such a step strengthens the power of
the National-Socialist Party.
Herr Goering’s latest decree, which will make the
Nazi Storm Troops into an auxiliary police force, will also lead to the
dominance of the Nazis. The reorganisation of the political police
which is now in progress seems to point to the establishing of a régime
similar to the G.P.U. However repugnant such a body and such
political control of the police may be to liberal people, there is no
doubt that it places the country under firm control.
The powerful lever of political propaganda is rapidly
becoming a preserve of the Nazis. Already such a moderate and
balanced paper as the "Germania" was banned for a short period.
Even "Tempo," a paper of the yellow press, disappeared temporarily from
the streets of Berlin for having published the economic report that
shares were depressed.
The National-Socialist propaganda has been masterful
in its simple emotional appeal. Shortly it will have a new
mouthpiece, for a Ministry is to be formed under the brilliant Dr.
Goebbels, which is to control the Press, the wireless and the films.
Control over these organs means, with a docile people like the Germans,
who are accustomed to obey authority, control over a great portion of
public life.
What Can They Do?
In face of odds like these, what can the Social
Democrats and the Communists do? Revolts would be instantly
crushed by the Reichswehr and the police. A General Strike is out of
the question, for there are enough Nazi unemployed to fill the vacant
places. The Trade Unions have not extensive funds and are
suffering from loss of membership. Moreover, the Left Parties do
not possess a. single great personality like Hitler who can galvanise
their members.
It is probable that after the Elections the Communist
Party will be made illegal. That many of the workers now in the
Nazis will be disillusioned is probable, but both the Russian and the
Italian dictatorships have shown that once a powerful and ruthless party
has, got into office, it can remain long, in spite of disillusion.
There remains the problem of the relations between
the Nationalists and Hitler. It is probable that the struggle
between the two wings in the Cabinet will begin shortly after the
Elections and that the Chancellor will demand at least six places in the
Cabinet. Even an alliance with the Centre is possible. But
before March 5th it is difficult to prophesy, and one can but repeat the
statement made frequently in Berlin business circles that the
National-Socialists would rather throw aside President Hindenburg than
loosen their control.
What of their policy? So far, it consists of
one main point, which is, as one Nazi told me, that of "giving Germany a
bath." It is largely internal and aims at rooting out Marxism.
What their economic policy will be one has no inkling, except that an
attempt will be made to introduce compulsory labour service, a move
which will be hampered by financial difficulties. The economic
utterances of members of the party in the past point to an enthusiasm
for ‘autarchy." It is a principle of national-Socialist economics
that each nation shall produce upon its own soil or in an area over
which it rules everything which it needs for its economic existence.
Nazi writers state that military and naval policy,
foreign policy and trade must be conceived as one unity. Exports,
in their view, must play a secondary part, and it was, they maintain, a
grave mistake for Germany to enter upon the field of world economy.
The highest aim of businessmen should be a closed national area and not
a world economic system.
Following the line of this thought, Nazi economists
claim that Germany must expand to the East, must follow the policy of
colonising Eastern Europe, which was the German policy of 900 A.D. to
1500 AD. While not relinquishing the right to colonies, they lay
the greatest stress upon settlement along the Baltic Coast and in the
territory now belonging to Poland. The Nazis state that it will be
in Britain’s interest to allow Germany to expand to the East.
Strong Fleet and Powerful Army
These views, it must be remembered, are not those
officially held by the present Government, but are the general views of
the National-Socialist economists. presumed, wi1l be built up as
rapidly as possible. In the meantime, the foreign policy of the
Government remains the same and will no doubt continue along the same
lines. The National-Socialist hatred of Marxism need not extend to
the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, and while relations with Italy
will grow warmer, there is no reason to suppose that there will be any
new foreign political constellation.
However dangerous the autarchic and Eastern policies
of the Nazi writers may be, they will be modified by pressure of events.
Chancellor Hitler is recognised by businessmen as a man who can rapidly
grasp a situation and who will be strong enough to throw aside dogmas
and theories when confronted with reality. In business circles
there is little fear that the Nationalist-Socialists will attempt any
unbalanced economic measures, and there is hope that they will succeed
in restoring order and political quiet.
Herr Hitler is looked upon as reasonable in economic
matters, and it is recognised that his main task will be internal and
will be the setting up of a firm and stable Government. There is
confidence among bankers and industrialists that in spite of his
complete lack of an economic programme, he will put an end to the
continuous chopping and changing from which Germany has suffered in
recent years. There is, nevertheless, a grave danger that the
narrow agrarian tariff measures which Herr Hugenberg, the Economic
minister, has adopted will be difficult to undo and will have serious
reactions upon industry and upon exports.
THE FINANCIAL NEWS, Thursday 2nd March 1933
WHITHER GERMANY?
The Clash be Industry and Agriculture
By Gareth Jones
No 2
THE National Government in Germany has declared
itself clearly against any currency experiments. Dr. Bang, the
State Secretary of the Reichs Economic Ministry, has stated
unequivocally: "There will be no experiments in any sphere…" He has
said: "Whoever believes that our situation can be improved by open or
concealed inflation is either a demagogue or a fool."
The leaders of the present Government recognise that
any large-scale inflationary measures would lead to an unprecedented
panic. Dr. Luther, as President of the Reichsbank, is a bulwark
against currency experiments, and it is to be hoped that the autonomy of
the Reichsbank will remain absolutely unimpaired by the
National-Socialists. The lesson of inflation has been well learnt
by Germans, and they look askance at British industrialists who toy with
inflationary ideas.
Economic Improvement
Orthodoxy in currency matters will certainly be a
help to the National Government. The new régime is also helped by
the hopeful psychology which has made itself felt since last autumn.
The feeling of panic which impressed visitors in 1931 has disappeared,
and one rarely hears those doleful prophecies of the "breakdown of
civilisation" and the "collapse of the economic system" which were once
the commonplace of every luncheon conversation.
From last autumn to the end of the year there was a
real improvement in the German economic situation, and, although there
is now complete stagnation on account of uncertain political conditions,
the atmosphere of hopefulness has not completely evaporated.
The better industrial conditions were reflected on
the Stock Exchange. To take two representative shares, Vereinigte
Stahlwerke, which once dropped to 107/8, rose to 35 towards the end of
the year, while Siemens & Haiske, which had reached the low level of
951/4, recovered to 127. The better spirit engendered by improving
production still lingers on, in spite of the hush which has descended
upon the Stock Exchange and on business life as a whole.
The unemployment figures are, compared with last
year, not unsatisfactory. On February 13 there were 6.047,000 on the
lists. This is 80,000 less than last year. The increase in
unemployment since the end of January was 33,000, compared with an
increase of 85,000 in the same period last year. Although little
comfort may be gained from such a large total, the figure shows that
from 1932-33 unemployment has, apart from seasonal influences, marked
time, and has not gathered the momentum which was feared.
The new Stillhaltung Agreement is also satisfactory
to German bankers and is considered an improvement upon the old.
The result is held to be a fair compromise. The reduction of interest by
4 per cent, is welcomed, and it is pointed out that this means a saving
in foreign currency of 20 million marks.
Here, however, the favourable features of the German
economic situation end. The first difficulty which confronts the
new régime is the state of German finances, from the Reich down to the
smallest towns. The total deficit of the Reich at the end of the
budgetary year 1932 was 2,070,000,000 marks. The receipts from
taxation have steadily declined. The issue of "taxation notes"
based upon the expectation of a recovery will be a burden upon the
finances in the future. Moreover, the guarantees which the
Government has undertaken (e.g., for agriculture, for exports to Russia,
for shipping, banks, &c.), amounted on October 1, 1932, to 2,146,000,000
Rm. The finances of the towns are not in a happy state, and great
fear is expressed as to what will happen if the towns are unable to pay
the poor relief. The burden of unemployment relief falls mainly
upon the towns and not upon the Reich. Cologne, for example, has
to support over 210,000 out of a population of 730,000, or 28.4 per
cent. of the population.
The financial task facing the new régime is a
gigantic one, and one fails to see how the Government will be able to
obtain the funds to carry out any vast scheme of land settlement or of
compulsory labour service.
The part which the Government is to play in industry
is another problem which the National-Socialist economists will have to
solve, and so far they have offered no explanation of their attitude.
With control over a great section of the heavy industry, through
Gelsenkirchen, with power over the Danat Bank and, indeed, far-reaching
intervention in the whole banking system, and with many other links with
industry, the German Government has inaugurated, as one German banker
described it, "a socialistic system led by capitalists." What will
Herr Hitler do in this question? It will be a difficult problem for
him.
Industry v. Agriculture
But the most dangerous struggle in German economic
life which Herr Hitler will have to face will be that between industry
and agriculture. Herr Hitler will have to decide whether he is for
autarchy, which would mean the victory-but a victory without gains-for
the agriculturists, or a world economy, which would mean victory for the
industrialists.
In the first month of the National Government, the
agrarians have won all along the line. Their champion, Herr
Hugenberg, has acted in the economic sphere with as much ruthlessness as
Herr Goering has acted in the political sphere. Tariff increases
upon agricultural products have followed rapidly upon each other.
On February 8 the tariffs upon cattle, meat and lard were increased, and
soon after higher duties were placed upon many foodstuffs, including
fish. The tariff upon timber and wooden goods was then raised.
Herr Hugenberg has thus succeeded in alienating every
one of Germany’s best customers, who will have their ability to purchase
German industrial goods considerably curtailed. The difficulties
of Germany’s greatest debtor country, the Soviet Union, are increased.
Measures are being planned towards the further protection of the German
market against the import of iron from Belgium and Japan as well as of
other industrial products.
The principles guiding the Government in this problem
were well defined by Herr von Rohr, State Secretary in the Reich
Ministry of Food, when he stated: "We expect the German leather industry
to use German hides, the linen industry to use German flax, the paper
industry to use German pulp, the German soap industry to use German fat.
Where a voluntary policy does not suffice, the National Government will
employ State compulsion.’
Cause For Concern
Such autarchy run mad augurs ill for the future of
German industry. The Government forgets that a large percentage of
the population lives directly or indirectly from foreign trade, and that
in 1930-31, 35.5 per cent. of the net production of German industry was
exported. By Herr Hugenberg’s intensification of tariff madness a
severe blow is dealt to industry, which will lead to a reduced
consumption of agricultural products, thus returning like a boomerang to
hit the Agrarians. Costs of production will increase.
Exports will be gravely impaired.
The triumph of the Agrarians in February, 1933, fills
one with the deepest concern for German exports, augurs an increase in
unemployment (let us hope that the reliability of German statistics will
be maintained by the Nazis), and unless the industrialists succeed in
influencing Herr Hitler, leads one to the belief that Herr Hugenberg’s
policy is injuring greatly both Germany and world trade.
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