Sophie scholls trial

After being removed from the guillotine, the trunk and the head of the condemned were laid in an available coffin and transferred to Police Headquarters in Munich for transport to the Perlacher Cemetery. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account.

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Time elapsed between transfer to the executioner and the fall of the blade: 6 seconds. I attended League of German Girls meetings fairly regularly. However, I will admit with regards to this that the last 2 years that I belonged to the League of German Girls, I did not do so whole-heartedly. Initially my antipathy could be traced back to the fact that I found the meetings boring and felt that they were incorrect from a pedagogical point of view. They were kept in custody for several days or weeks.

I am still of the opinion even now that the proceedings against us as well as against other children [Note 7] in Ulm were completely unjustified. That was probably the reason behind the subsequent [legal] proceedings against us. I would like to add as an additional and in the end the most important reason for my antipathy to the movement: I perceive the intellectual freedom of people to be limited in such a manner as contradicts everything inside of me [Note 8].

In summary, I would like to state that I personally would like to have nothing to do with National Socialism. When I came to Munich in May at the beginning of the semester, I initially lived with my brother Hans in his room at Lindwurm Str. In June, I moved into Mrs. Since December 1, I am subletting a room from Mrs. Schmidt at Franz-Josef Str. I live there with my brother.

We have 2 rooms. So that there is no misunderstanding: As long as my brother lived at Lindwurm Str. Since then, I have kept company with her. She was undoubtedly raised this way. Miss Schertling and I get together nearly every day.

She usually came to our apartment, namely in the afternoon or evening, that is when I was not visiting her. The other people with whom my brother and I associate include two members of the Student Company.

In both cases, they are college friends of my brother Hans. My brother introduced me to Schmorell about a year ago. He lives with his parents in Munich, Benediktenwand Str. Schmorell sculpted while I sketched. Politically speaking, I think Schmorell is a nonentity. He is a pure sentimentalist who is impervious to political thought processes. Culturally, he has leanings against National Socialism, for the same reasons that I do. Willi Graf has only been visiting my brother and me for about 8 weeks, and then only occasionally, usually afternoons or evenings.

Our meetings and conversations with Graf are of a purely social nature. If one were available, we have drunk a bottle of wine together. We sing songs or played music or entertained ourselves in other manners. But I could not say so for certain. No one else visits us regularly. Sometimes people visit my brother now and again, and I am usually introduced to these persons, but I do not remember their names. The typewriter found in our apartment is the property of our landlady, Mrs. About 14 days ago, we discovered this typewriter in Mrs.

I would like to mention here that Mrs. Schmidt rarely stays in her apartment in Munich, because she usually stays with her married daughter name unknown in a country house in Steinbach near Landsberg for weeks at a time.

It was probably about 14 days ago that we used Mrs. We needed it to prepare a philosophical or theological essay that my brother sent to friends and acquaintances on the front line, as he had done in the past. Schmorell had provided us with his portable typewriter a few weeks ago for the same purpose.

My brother and I got up around 9 am today. I made tea for us at home, then we left our apartment around am. Actually, I should have gone to a physics lecture at 8 am given by Dr. I usually go to bed around midnight or 1 am, because I am wrapped up in my scientific work or I am reading books, or something like that. Yesterday evening while eating supper at the Seehaus in the English Gardens, Gisela Schertling and I had agreed that she would meet me here in our apartment around 12 noon today so we could eat lunch together.

After talking it over with my brother last night, I abandoned this idea and decided to take the express train to Ulm at pm today. The reasons for this sudden trip are as follows:. Kley Heilwig is an acquaintance of our family. She is from Hamburg, resides in Geislingen and is the wife of Albert Kley, a teacher. Last summer, she approached my parents with the request to take in one of her Kley friends from Hamburg who was expecting a child.

Her child was born on November 29, , and she wants to leave for Hamburg next Friday or Saturday. Before we left our apartment, I told my brother that we needed to swing by the university on the way to the bank or rather train station, so that I could tell my friend Gisela that my plans had changed, that I was going home, which meant that she did not need to come by and pick me up for lunch.

I knew that Gisela Schertling would be in attendance at Dr. I also knew that this lecture lasted till about 11 am. When we entered the university building, my brother and I met several male and female students on the stairs to the second floor. They were just leaving Dr. Among the people I knew from among these students was Traute Laffrenz [sic] from Hamburg. She is in her 7th or 8th semester of medical studies. I have known Laffrenz for about a year; I met her through my brother.

As we passed one another, I said hello and she returned my greeting. I can assume then that she saw me as well. As we neared Prof. Therefore I and my brother went up one more flight of stairs so I could show him the Psychological Institute where I often attend lectures. When we reached the third floor, I noticed that a stack of leaflets was lying on the marble balustrade that separates the third floor from the Lichthof. The stack was about 5 — 6 cm [ My brother and I had already found such leaflets at the entrance to the second floor; these had been scattered around on the floor or stacked in irregular piles.

Each of us had picked up one of these leaflets, briefly read it, and then kept a copy of the leaflet. My brother laughed at the leaflet and then stuck it in his pocket.

I stuck my copy in either my briefcase or coat pocket. In any case, I had it in my coat pocket later. When I saw the leaflets stacked there on the third floor, I immediately knew that these had to be the same leaflets that my brother and I had found on the stairs and on the entrance to the second floor. As I walked by, I gave the stack of papers that were on the balustrade a little shove, so they fluttered to the ground into the Lichthof.

My brother did not even notice these leaflets until they were already fluttering in the wind. I now realize that what I did was a stupid mistake, which I now regret but cannot change. As already mentioned, my brother and I entered the university building around am. The first leaflets were on the stairs to the second floor; most of them were namely on the upper portion of the staircase. He had gone off on an almost undecipherable rant, growing incoherent with rage, clenching his fists and shaking uncontrollably as if possessed by an unseen force.

His left eye, much larger than the right eye, rolled around wildly without focus. The angrier he got the more confused the left eye became, like a pin ball ricocheting around in a giant eye socket. The dead right eye looked out into nothing. Suddenly a calm came over the frenzied man.

He was coaching himself into composure. He began to speak in an exaggerated, modulated voice. We must act quickly to rid Germany of this sickness. This irritated him. The Final Solution was confidential. This fueled him with confidence. Nothing in his past, his experience as an attorney, could compare with the glory he felt administering National Socialist justice.

He had already sentenced over 1, Germans to death for not believing in Hitler and everyone in this courtroom knew it.

Our mission today is to determine what you have done and then according to German law, find a sentence appropriate for these crimes. She closed her eyes, thought of Fritz.