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A typist’s life
Obituary: Brunhilde Pomsel, Joseph Goebbels’s secretary
The Nazi’s assistant died on January 27th, aged 106
Feb 18th 2017
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THERE was only one time she felt afraid of him. But well into her 11th decade, when she remembered it, Brunhilde Pomsel
would tremble and the hairs would start to lift on her arms. The day was February 18th 1943, when she had gone with a
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would tremble and the hairs would start to lift on her arms. The day was February 18th 1943, when she had gone with a
colleague to the Berlin Sportpalast to hear her boss give a speech. Everyone at the Ministry of Enlightenment and
Propaganda was meant to go; as a junior, one of six secretaries in her o!ce, she hadn’t known how to get out of it. So there
they were, in the huge sports stadium, among the party high-ups in the reserved seats.
She knew Joseph Goebbels as soon as he appeared, of course: small, frail and tense, with his exquisitely neat hair and hands
and the dragging club foot, which always made her feel sorry for him. What she did not recognise was what he became as he
spoke: a raving, ranting midget, foaming and roaring about the need for total war, and making the crowd roar back its
approval. She and her colleague gripped hands in terror, forgetting to applaud, until an SS man poked their shoulders to
remind them. They clapped then, bewildered.
As for the speech itself, she didn’t take it in. She was apolitical, as she kept saying when, seven decades later, she began to
talk about it. Stupidly so, but there it was. Yes, she had voted for Hitler in 1933 because she felt, like most Germans, that
Germany had been betrayed by its own government and kicked around by other countries. She joined the Nazi party then,
too, because she had to join to get a job in state radio, but she celebrated by having co"ee with her Jewish best friend Eva, so
that was all the di"erence it made to her. And she had gone to work for Goebbels, Hitler’s chief of propaganda and architect
of his most savage schemes, because she had an excellent typing speed and was ordered to. As a good Prussian girl, she did
her duty.
Besides, it was a nice job. The pay was great, 275 marks a month, with #exible hours and pleasant people. As for her work, it
was the usual round of typing, taking calls, sorting post, $ling. She had to change some $gures once, as the war turned,
reducing the numbers of Germans killed and increasing the number of rapes of German women by Soviet soldiers. She was
also given the $le of Sophie Scholl, a student leader of the anti-Nazi resistance, who was executed for handing out lea#ets at
Munich University. Her instructions were not to look at it, but to put it in the safe. She did as she was told, and felt proud for
having obeyed; proud, too, to have the key of the safe, but never to use it without Goebbels’s permission. The very thought
that she had his trust made her feel a little more noble.
Not that she often saw him. He was polite but distant, and she wondered whether he knew her name. He invited her one day
to dinner at his villa, even seating her next to him, but never said one word to her. If she had been a Hollywood starlet, he
would have been all over her; but she was only medium pretty, and wore glasses. Magda, his wife, was kind, and gave her a
beautiful blue wool suit when her #at was bombed. The six children were darlings, so well-behaved, and played on her
typewriter when they came to the o!ce.
Her Jewish friends
The spell she was under—the spell everyone was under—broke only in April 1945, when she spent ten days cowering from
Soviet artillery in Hitler’s bunker, trying to get drunk and stay drunk, gulping cold food out of cans, and numb as a lost soul.
She planned to tell the Russians, when they came, that she was only Goebbels’s typist. He had already shot himself and
Magda and they had murdered the children, pushing cyanide into their mouths as they slept. The thought of that made her
cry bitterly, unable to forgive them.
But what about the murders of all those others, that business of the Jews? She never knew they had been killed. There were
camps; the Jews went to them; and then were sent on, she was told, to repopulate the eastern lands. That all made sense. As
for the Jews she knew, their lives got di!cult, but she was not sure why. Her $rst boss, Hugo Goldberg, a lawyer, kept cutting
her hours and pay as his clients dwindled. Her friend Eva had to stop visiting her at the ministry, and eventually
disappeared; she found her many decades later, on the death-roll of Auschwitz. Just before her death she con$ded to the
maker of a documentary about her that the love of her life had been Gottfried Kirchbach, a Jew; he had escaped to
Amsterdam, but her regular visits to him aroused too much suspicion, and had to end. For medical reasons she also had to
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Amsterdam, but her regular visits to him aroused too much suspicion, and had to end. For medical reasons she also had to
abort his child. She never married afterwards.
This untypical story had not emerged in the documentary, or in any other interview she gave. Some things she still kept
hidden—including, perhaps, the fact that she could be brave. She was tired of everyone saying she must have known more
and should have resisted. No, she had been a silly super$cial coward, but she had done nothing to be ashamed of. What
could a typist have to apologise for?
Besides, she had been punished: $ve years peeling potatoes and sewing laundry sacks in Soviet prisons, no bed of roses,
before she returned to Germany and other secretarial jobs. Back in her #at in ransacked Berlin, she found the blue suit
Magda had given her still hanging in the wardrobe. She wore it for many years.
This article appeared in the Obituary section of the print edition under the headline "A typist’s life"
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