Two Brothers

‘I don’t know,’ Stone said thoughtfully. ‘I’m not much good at love. But I do respect it, I can tell you that. I respect it deeply. And its people too.’

‘Even after tonight. After you punched de landlord?’

‘That was depressing. Very depressing. But I think in this country people like that are the rotten apples. When I was a boy they were the whole barrel.’

‘Well, maybe.’ Billie shrugged. ‘Except I gots’t tell ya I see a lot o’ dose apples, you know. Teddy boy gangs comin’ down Ladbroke Grove wit dere razors. You know when we first come here we couldn’t even get no rooms because we was Negroes, oftentimes we still can’t. No Dogs. No Blacks. No Irish.’

‘I know, Bill. Of course I’m not saying it’s paradise or anything. But all the same, it’s still the most tolerant country I ever heard of… And the funny thing is they don’t even know it. It makes me laugh sometimes to hear the Reds at work muttering that Britain’s not much better than a Fascist state. I tell them, it may be elitist, snobbish, small-minded and class-obsessed, but in the middle of the nineteenth century they made a Jew Prime Minister. In the middle of the twentieth we murdered all ours.’

‘We?’ Billie said surprised. ‘I never heard you talk about yo’self as German before.’

‘Well, I am, Bill,’ Stone replied. ‘That’s another funny thing. I’ll always be German, or at least a part of me will be. The Germany of my parents and my grandparents. The one they loved. And I loved too. But the thing is, it got stolen. And that didn’t happen here. The Fascists never got anywhere in Britain. We never let them.’

‘We?’ Billie laughed. ‘So now you’re British too?’

‘Yes. I’m both. Or nothing at all, more like. But you know when we drove down Whitehall we passed Downing Street. We could have stopped the cab, got out and walked up to it. There’s one copper outside. That’s it, one cop. There’s never been more than that, even when Britain ruled a quarter of the world. Isn’t that something?’

‘Yeah. I s’pos it is when you put it like that.’

She took his hand and he felt her thumb brush across his knuckles, discovering the scabs that had formed there.

‘Ouch,’ she said.

‘Must have caught his teeth somehow. Didn’t think I had. Thought I popped him clean.’

‘Oh you popped him clean, all right, boy. Don’ you worry ’bout dat.’

‘I had to do it, you know, Billie,’ Stone said.

‘I don’t t’ink you did have to do it. Not on my account anyways. I don’t like violence.’

‘Who does?’

‘I don’t think it helps.’

‘Billie, I have a rule. When you meet that kind of attitude, you always have to fight it. It doesn’t matter whether you’re black, Jewish or White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, it’s never good enough to walk away. You have to confront it every time you see it. I made that decision twenty-three years ago when I saw a young teenage girl running down the Kurfurstendamm in terror while they made her mum and dad lick the pavement.’

Billie smiled. ‘It’s still all about that girl, isn’t it? Even now, when you’re defending da honour of a Negro student in Soho in 1956, you still be really doing it for dat little German girlie. You hit dat guy for her sake not mine.’

‘No, Billie,’ Stone protested. ‘I did it for you. Really. And for my mum and my dad and Pauly and all the damned millions of others.’

‘And Dagmar.’

‘Yes. Of course. And Dagmar.’

‘Dagmar most.’

Stone laughed. ‘No, not most. You most.’

‘Well, gi’ me some chocolate an’ I’ll believe you.’

Stone took the purple-wrapped bar from his pocket, tore away the paper and ran a thumbnail along the groove in the foil.

‘Wish I had some Lindt for you,’ he said. ‘Now that’s chocolate.’

‘I prefer Cadbury’s,’ Billie said, accepting a whole row of squares. ‘I don’ like posh choccie. Cadbury Dairy Milk an’ a nice cup o’ tea. Dat is livin’, baby.’

Together they ate their chocolate and sipped their tea and watched as a coal barge slipped past in silence, cutting the silver ribbon the moon had draped across the water in two.

‘So you an’ Dagmar ended up goin’ aroun’ together then?’ Billie said, resuming the conversation.

‘Yes, that’s right, we did. Her pretending to be non-Jewish and me pretending to be a good Nazi.’

‘An’ did you get to sleep wit’ her?’

Stone coughed into his mug. ‘Straight to the point, eh?’ he said, wiping tea from his chin.

‘Well, c’mon. It’s the obvious question.’ Billie laughed.

‘Well, no, as it happens. We were only teenagers.’

‘Haha! You was sixteen!’ Billie snorted in amusement. ‘Differen’ times, baby! Differen’ times.’

‘Well, there wasn’t really much opportunity for that sort of thing. Our time together was pretty restricted and we had no place to go to. It was still too dangerous for me to go to her house.’

‘Bet you tried damn hard to find somewhere though.’

‘I suppose in a way we did. We certainly messed around a lot, whenever we could. You know, alleys and park benches.’

‘Oh I know. Been there meself. And she really was your girl? I mean for real? Not just because you could get her into the swimmin’ pool?’

‘Well I thought so. I thought she loved me. She said she did.’

‘But she didn’t?’

‘No,’ Stone replied, with a distant hint of bitterness. ‘In the end it turned out I was just a convenient mate. She loved my brother after all.’

Reichssportfeld, Grunewald Berlin, 1 August 1936

THE ROAR WAS like nothing that either Otto or Dagmar had ever heard before.

Solid, like a blow. An assault on the senses. Thunderous. Volcanic. An eruption of noise. The air was dense and heavy with it. Noise as a palpable physical entity. Wave upon wave crashing against them. Assaulting them. Punching them.

Dagmar tried to speak, to shout, but her mouth seemed to move in silence. No single voice could prosper amongst those hundred and ten thousand joined as one.

Dagmar and Otto were drowning in a sea of sound.

It crashed into their faces like breaking surf. Filling their heads. Dizzying and disorientating them.

And just when they had imagined it could get no louder, the amorphous atmospheric cacophony took shape and form. Words as well as sound engulfed them.

‘Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil!’

Each ‘heil’ an airborne battering ram. Shaking and vibrating their heads, their bodies and the concrete stand beneath their feet until it seemed as if it would crack under the pressure.

Dagmar pressed her hips against Otto’s. He could feel her shaking and knew that he was shaking too.

Not with fear but with excitement.

It was simply magnificent. The greatest stadium ever built stretched out before them. A vast and elegant oval, surrounding the greenest of fields and the straightest of tracks, on which were assembled, in perfect rows, athletes from every corner of the globe. The finest human bodies on the planet, all gathered together behind their flags in celebration of excellence.

And beyond them, the great viewing platform. Far grander and more monumental than any Caesar had ever looked down on. And on it a tiny cluster of men, with one man standing completely apart. Forward from the rest