Looking farther down, he saw the name of Jorg Schleicher.
‘Well, well,’ he said. ‘Let’s see how sarcastic you are now.’
The next time Lloyd saw Walter and Maud he found them angrier – and more scared.
It was the following Saturday, 4 March, the day before the election. Lloyd and Ethel were planning to attend a Social Democratic Party rally organized by Walter, and they went to the von Ulrichs’ home in Mitte for lunch beforehand.
It was a nineteenth-century house with spacious rooms and large windows, though much of the furniture was worn. The lunch was plain, pork chops with potatoes and cabbage, but there was good wine with it. Walter and Maud talked as if they were poor, and no doubt they were living more simply than their parents had but, all the same, they were not going hungry.
However they were frightened.
But had persuaded Germany’s aging President, Paul von Hindenburg, to approve the Reichstag Fire Decree, which gave the Nazis authority for what they were already doing, beating and torturing their political opponents. ‘Twenty thousand people have been arrested since Monday night!’ Walter said, his voice shaking. ‘Not just Communists, but people the Nazis call “Communist sympathizers”.’
‘Which means anyone they dislike,’ said Maud.
Ethel said: ‘How can there be a democratic election now?’
‘We must do our best,’ Walter said. ‘If we don’t campaign, it will only help the Nazis.’
Lloyd said impatiently: ‘When will you stop accepting this and start to fight back? Do you still believe it would be wrong to meet violence with violence?’
‘Absolutely,’ said Maud. ‘Peaceful resistance is our only hope.’
Walter said: ‘The Social Democratic Party has a paramilitary wing, the Reichsbanner, but it’s weak. A small group of Social Democrats proposed a violent response to the Nazis, but they were outvoted.’
Maud said: ‘Remember, Lloyd, the Nazis have the police and the army on their side.’
Walter looked at his pocket watch. ‘We must get going.’
Maud said suddenly: ‘Walter, why don’t you cancel?’
He stared at her in surprise. ‘Seven hundred tickets have been sold.’
‘Oh, to blazes with the tickets,’ Maud said. ‘I’m worried about
‘Don’t worry. Seats have been carefully allocated, so there should be no troublemakers in the hall.’
Lloyd was not sure that Walter was as confident as he pretended.
Walter went on: ‘Anyway, I cannot let down people who are still willing to come to a democratic political meeting. They are all the hope that remains to us.’
‘You’re right,’ Maud said. She looked at Ethel. ‘Perhaps you and Lloyd should stay home. It’s dangerous, no matter what Walter says; and this isn’t your country, after all.’
‘Socialism is international,’ Ethel said stoutly. ‘Like your husband, I appreciate your concern, but I’m here to witness German politics first hand, and I’m not going to miss this.’
‘Well, the children can’t go,’ Maud said.
Erik said: ‘I don’t even want to go.’
Carla looked disappointed but said nothing.
Walter, Maud, Ethel and Lloyd got into Walter’s little car. Lloyd was nervous but excited too. He was getting a perspective on politics superior to anything his friends back home had. And if there was going to be a fight, he was not afraid.
They drove east, crossing Alexander Platz, into a neighbourhood of poor houses and small shops, some of which had signs in Hebrew letters. The Social Democratic Party was working-class but, like the British Labour Party, it had a few affluent supporters. Walter von Ulrich was in a small upper-class minority.
The car pulled up outside a marquee that said: ‘People’s Theatre’. A line had already formed outside. Walter crossed the pavement to the door, waving to the waiting crowd, who cheered. Lloyd and the others followed him inside.
Walter shook hands with a solemn young man of about eighteen. ‘This is Wilhelm Frunze, secretary of the local branch of our party.’ Frunze was one of those boys who looked as if they had been born middle-aged. He wore a blazer with buttoned pockets that had been fashionable ten years ago.
Frunze showed Walter how the theatre doors could be barred from the inside. ‘When the audience is seated, we will lock up, so that no troublemakers can get in,’ he said.
‘Very good,’ said Walter. ‘Well done.’
Frunze ushered them into the auditorium. Walter went up on stage and greeted some other candidates who were already there. The public began to come in and take their seats. Frunze showed Maud, Ethel and Lloyd to reserved places in the front row.
