It was two and a half hours before Hitler reached his peroration.
He ended with an unmistakable threat of violence. ‘The government of the nationalist uprising is determined and ready to deal with the announcement that the Act has been rejected – and with it, that resistance has been declared.’ He paused dramatically, letting the message sink in: voting against the Act would be a declaration of resistance. Then he reinforced it. ‘May you, gentlemen, now take the decision yourselves as to whether it is to be peace or war!’
He sat down to roars of approval from the Nazi delegates, and the session was adjourned.
Heinrich was elated; Lloyd depressed. They went off in different directions: their parties would now hold desperate last-minute discussions.
The Social Democrats were gloomy. Their leader, Wels, had to speak in the chamber, but what could he say? Several deputies said that if he criticized Hitler, he might not leave the building alive. They feared for their own lives, too. If the deputies were killed, Lloyd thought in a moment of cold dread, what would happen to their aides?
Wels revealed that he had a cyanide capsule in his waistcoat pocket. If arrested, he would commit suicide to avoid torture. Lloyd was horrified. Wels was an elected representative, yet he was forced to behave like some kind of saboteur.
Lloyd had started the day with false expectations. He had thought the Enabling Act a crazy idea that had no chance of becoming reality. Now he saw that most people expected the Act to become a reality today. He had misjudged the situation badly.
Was he equally wrong to believe that something like this could not happen in his own country? Was he fooling himself ?
Someone asked if the Catholics had made a final decision. Lloyd stood up. ‘I’ll find out,’ he said. He left and ran to the Centre Party’s meeting room. As before, he put his head around the door and beckoned Heinrich outside.
‘Bruning and Ersing are wavering,’ Heinrich said.
Lloyd’s heart sank. Ersing was a Catholic union leader. ‘How can a trade unionist even think about voting for this bill?’ he said.
‘Kaas says the Fatherland is in danger. They all think there will be bloody anarchy if we reject this Act.’
‘There’ll be bloody tyranny if you pass it.’
‘What about your lot?’
‘They think they will all be shot if they vote against. But they’re going to do it anyway.’
Heinrich went back inside and Lloyd returned to the Social Democrats. ‘The diehards are weakening,’ Lloyd told Walter and his colleagues. ‘They’re afraid of a civil war if the Act is rejected.’
The gloom deepened.
They all returned to the debating chamber at six o’clock.
Wels spoke first. He was calm, reasonable and unemotional. He pointed out that life in a democratic republic had been good for Germans, overall, bringing freedom of opportunity and social welfare, and reinstating Germany as a normal member of the international community.
Lloyd noticed Hitler making notes.
At the end Wels bravely professed allegiance to humanity and justice, freedom and socialism. ‘No Enabling Law gives you the power to annihilate ideas that are eternal and indestructible,’ he said, gaining courage as the Nazis began to laugh and jeer.
The Social Democrats applauded, but they were drowned out.
‘We greet the persecuted and oppressed!’ Wels shouted. ‘We greet our friends in the Reich. Their steadfastness and loyalty deserve admiration.’
Lloyd could just make out his words over the hooting and booing of the Nazis.
‘The courage of their convictions and their unbroken optimism guarantee a brighter future!’
He sat down amid raucous heckling.
Would the speech make any difference? Lloyd could not tell.
After Wels, Hitler spoke again. This time his tone was quite different. Lloyd realized that in his earlier speech the Chancellor had only been warming up. His voice was louder now, his phrases more intemperate, his tone full of contempt. He used his right arm constantly to make aggressive gestures – pointing, hammering, clenching his fist, putting his hand on his heart, and sweeping the air in a gesture that seemed to brush all opposition aside. Every impassioned phrase was cheered uproariously by his supporters. Every sentence expressed the same emotion: a savage, all-consuming, murderous rage.
Hitler was also confident. He claimed he had not needed to propose the Enabling Act. ‘We appeal in this hour to the German Reichstag to grant us something we would have taken anyway!’ he jeered.
Heinrich looked worried, and left the box. A minute later Lloyd saw him on the floor of the auditorium, whispering in his father’s ear.
When he returned to the box he looked stricken.
Lloyd said: ‘Have you got your written assurances?’
Heinrich could not meet Lloyd’s eye. ‘The document is being typed up,’ he replied.
