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Heinrich Hoffman was a key part in the making of the Hitler legend, the photographer who carefully crafted the image of the Fuhrer as a godlike figure. Hoffmann published his first book of photographs in 1919, following his work as an official photographer for the German army. In 1920 he joined the Nazi Party, and his association with Hitler began. He became Hitlers official photographer and traveled with him extensively. He took over two million photographs of Hitler, and they were distributed widely, including on postage stamps, an enterprise that proved very profitable for both men. Hoffmann published several books on Hitler in the 1930s, including The Hitler Nobody Knows (1933). Hoffmann and Hitler were very close, and he acted not only as a personal confidante - his memoirs include rare details of the Fuhrer - but also as a matchmaker - it is Hoffmann who introduced Eva Braun, his studio assistant, to Hitler.At the end of the war, Hoffmann was arrested by the US military, who also seized his photographic archive, and was sentenced to imprisonment for Nazi profiteering. This edition of a classic book includes photographs by Hoffmann and a new introduction by Roger Moorhouse.=========REVIEW:Heinrich Hoffmann was Hitlers official photographer. He was totally non political. Although he was an expert professional photographer he had no real interest in politics but he became Hitlers buddy. When Albert Speer said in his memoirs that if Hitler had a friend it would have been Mr.Speer he was mistaken. Hitler needed someone who was not into politics but whom he could talk about art and somebody he could trust. Heinrich was basically Hitlers view to the average person of Germany; somebody who had little ambition, somebody whom he could talk about trivial hobby stuff and who would not even understand much of what Hitler was really doing. Many of us have a similar type friend......someone we can talk about sports or art or just everyday topics but may not understand what you do professionally. But here is the key word about this unusual relationship..........Hitler trusted Heinrich probably because he was there at the beginning of Hitlers politcal career and at one time Heinrich and Hitler were almost assassinated together by an armed robber on the road to Munich before WW II got started. The armed robber shot at Hitlers car putting 3 holes in the rear of the vehicle but missing the personnel (i.e Hitler and Heinrich).Heinrich was the buddy that Hitler could call at 2:00 AM in the morning to go places and they did so. What is fascinating is that Hoffman does not really fully understand a lot of what is going on until later when someone fills him on the big picture. Heinrich is in demand for special favors from others like the General Staff because he has the ear of the Fuhrer and Hitler will often do favors for him when everybody else gets a tongue lashing. Everybody on Hitlers staff is baffled by the relationship between the two but they know that for some unknown reason Hitler turns into a placid and agreeable human being whenever Hoffman is around. So Hoffman becomes the go-to guy for special requests like forestalling Operation Sea Lion and it works. Hitler does not invade England in Sept of 1941. (I am not making this up !) So to most observers Hitler becomes this open minded buddy with Heinrich and actually listens to him whereas at all other times Hitler becomes the implacable and distant Fuhrer.Because Heinrich was the trusted friend of Hitler and everybody knew it (But nobody could really understand it; it is an enigma to everyone but everyone realizes the phenomena is real; but inexplicably so) he was given requests to do because Hitler trusted him and would listen to Heinrich as someone who did not have political ambitions or ulterior motives. What makes this relationship even more absurd is that Heinrich does not look like a Nazi superman at all. He is short, prone to getting drunk and is quite fat so when you see this image in your minds eye you think it is the most absurd picture but it is there.) How do you explain it ? My theory is that Hitler just needs someone he can trust, somebody without a real agenda and Hoffman was there at the beginning and Hoffman can get the Fuhrer to laugh. Hoffman in my opinion is the court jester and therefore gets away with being an unofficial adviser to Hitler and one that can get the Fuhrer to laugh at jokes and talk art. Even till the end Hitler trusts Hoffman. Whenever his staff saw that Hitler was depressed which was quite often after the battle of Stalingrad someone would say.....We need to get Hoffman here to cheer up the Fuhrer !Heinrich himself is fascinated with Hitler and his so called intuition which was uncanny at least as far as assassination attempts. And this is what makes this memoir important for historians because Hoffman spends a lot of his book trying to explain Hitlers intuition and how it worked. I can think of no other book that deals with this in depth as this book does. Hitler had many enemies; but he seemed oblivious to threats (and he had many enemies especially from the Communists). Hitler often road in an open vehicle in the streets before large crowds before the invasion of Poland in Sept of 1939. Hitler apparently had some inner voice that would literally tell him when to duck. Hitler would even talk to Hoffman about this uncanny ability to dodge bomb attempts, rocks and bullits. Hilter is also mystified by the phenomena and basically admits this ability but doesnt understand it. With Heinrich though, he would reveal that after a near miss he would have a strong premonition that something was not right and step to the left or right and subsequently dodge the threat. There is a chapter in this book about all the missed assassination attempts to kill Hitler and how he seems to always dodge the so called bullit or bomb threat. Hitler talks about this inner voice but doesnt understand it beyond knowing that this intuitive feel is palpable and he trusts it.The story of how Operation Sea Lion was cancelled is fascinating. According to this account Operation Sea Lion came close to be executed in Sept of 1940. Also Heinrich supports the theory proposed by Victor Suvorov in his books The Chief Culprit and Icebreaker that the invasion of Russia on June 22, 1941 was a preemptive strike against Stalin who was planning to invade Western Europe about the July 1941 time frame. Hitler struck first before Stalin could strike Western Europe. Highly recommended book for the WW II historian.

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Hitlers personal photographer Heinrich Hoffman assists in compiling evidence - photo 1

Hitlers personal photographer, Heinrich Hoffman, assists in compiling evidence against late Fhrers henchmen.

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Hitler was my Friend

This edition published in 2011 by Frontline Books,
an imprint of
Pen & Sword Books Limited,
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Copyright Heinrich Hoffman Introduction Roger Moorhouse

9781783030705

The right of Heinrich Hoffman to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act of 1988.

Publishing History Hitler was my Friend was first published by Burke Publishing Company Ltd, London, in 1955. This edition has a new introduction by Roger Moorhouse.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the publisher. Any person who does any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

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Preface

M Y IMMEDIATE REACTION on reading the manuscript of Heinrich Hoffmanns Hitler was my Friend was a feeling of satisfaction that, though it features him so prominently in its title, this was not just another book on Hitler, about whom so much of both fact and nonsense has already been written, but the autobiography of a man, remarkable in both character and experience, already established long before Hitler was ever heard of, as one of the foremost photographers of his age: and one who merits interest in his own right and richly rewards the interest we accord him.

A man who has achieved so outstanding a success in his own profession must, I felt, be both ripe in experience and interesting in his reminiscences; a man who enjoyed Hitlers friendship and complete confidence for twenty-five years, and by so doing incurred the implacable and jealous hatred of the other Nazi leaders and still survived must possess both wit and resource; a man who, on the threshold of old age, suffers such violent reversals of fortune from riches to penury, from security and comfort to the stark rigours of gaol and still faces life with undiminished zest and vigour, must possess both character and courage to a high degree; and finally, a man who, on interrogation, was so swiftly and unconditionally released by our American allies cannot, obviously, be a criminal or, indeed, a bad sort of chap at all.

I was myself not ignorant of the Nazis and their ways. As a staff officer on special intelligence duties I had fenced with them and delved into their activities and secrets; as a prisoner in the hands of the Gestapo I had indulged in a desperate battle of wits, and had acquired a thorough insight into their methods of interrogation; and as an inmate for more than five years of Sachsenhausen and Dachau concentration camps, I had had more than a taste of their treatment of prisoners; and so, when I was invited to go to Munich and discuss the translation with Professor Hoffmann, I accepted with alacrity.

The figure I met was that of a short, comfortably tubby little man. Crowned by a shock of iron-grey hair was a strong and purposeful face, marked with the unmistakable stamp of suffering, which was belied by a pair of bright, merry and quickly twinkling eyes. The hand stretched out in greeting to me was small, tapering and beautifully moulded the hand of an artist. Round the corners of a firm but sensitive mouth the lines drawn by bitter experience struggled in vain for mastery with a smile of irrepressible and bubbling good humour. His speech and gestures were rapid and expressive, and all his movements had the engaging swift pertness of a bird.

The plea of no interest or participation in politics is an apologia that we have recently heard ad nauseam from so many Germans, that we are rightly inclined to treat it with extreme scepticism. But my contact with this genial, happy-go-lucky bon viveur, this essentially bohemian, artistic Heinrich Hoffmann quickly convinced me that in his case, at least, the statement was completely true; and I cannot but feel that the reader, when he reaches the end of this book, will share my conviction.

I spent some weeks in constant daily company with Hoffmann, and in that time an impulsive, spontaneous creature, such as he is, will draw a picture of himself, crystal clear for anyone with eyes to look and ears to listen. He is a typical bohemian, grandiloquent in phrase and gesture, generous, unpractical, perhaps not always strictly accurate, but a born raconteur; in many ways a child, yet withal a shrewd judge of men; and whatever else might be said of him, he would never do a shabby thing, and he is steadfast in his loyalties.

To say of anyone so close to the Nazi throne that he hated injustice is to invite incredulity and derision. But Heinrich Hoffmann did hate injustice, and he hated cruelty. Whenever he came into personal contact with some case of stupid injustice or senseless cruelty he boldly called not upon the Fhrer and Reichskanzler, but on his friend, Adolf Hitler, to rectify it; many a man incarcerated by a ruthless Gestapo was released as a result of his intervention and a mass of grateful letters bears eloquent witness to the fact. You know, Colonel, this book of mine is a bit of a patchwork, Hoffmann assured me in, for him, quite earnest tones, when we came to the end of our labours. A patchwork of reminiscence and impression; of events in which I took part and of people who played leading roles in them and whom I knew intimately. But it does not claim to make any particular contribution to history.

In this I am inclined to think he is being overmodest. The responsible historian, with archives and records at his disposal, strives to give an accurate and factual account of events, to add perhaps to the sum total of our historical knowledge and, with comment justified by his profound research, to submit explanations and perhaps some new light for acceptance or rejection by his readers.

In this sense, admittedly, Hoffmann makes no particular contribution. He confines himself to purely personal aspects, and while the earlier portion of his memoirs, from the peace and security of the opening years of the century through the turmoil of the first war and its aftermath, make lively, interesting and entertaining reading, it is, in the nature of things, on his uniquely intimate association with Hitler, from the earliest beginnings of the Nazi Party to its final annihilation, that our interest is primarily concentrated.

As colour and the deft addition of highlights to a portrait bring life, warmth and reality to what is otherwise merely an academically correct drawing, so Hoffmanns personal descriptions the atmosphere in the Fhrers personal entourage, the vanity and jealousy of Ribbentrop, the keen intelligence and scathing sarcasm of Goebbels, the ruthless brutality of Bormann, the verbal snapshots of leading international statesmen, Hitler, the man his shyness and austerity, his devotion to art, his attitude towards, and his influence over, women all these things add highlights to the bare findings of historical research, and by so doing do, surely, make a contribution, and quite a fascinating contribution, if not to history itself, then at least to our better comprehension of it.

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