The relationship between the Jewish leaders and me could be described as businesslike and correct. Dr. Loewenherz, the director of the Israelite Religious Community in Vienna, which was the umbrella organization for all Jewish organizations working in the Ostmark at that time, Dr. Kastner of Budapest, Dr. Eppstein of Berlin, and many others often had more than just an open exchange with me. I told them more than once that I knew nothing of racial hatred and rejected so-called Stürmer methods.
I believe none of the Jewish political functionaries can complain that, in the countless conferences and discussions over the years, they encountered in me a raging, sadistic murderer. Looking back today, one could describe the negotiations as having been conducted with an open visor. All this was done with the permission of my former superior, a point I stress so that I don't fall under suspicion of wanting to place myself in a milder light than I deserve.
Dr. Kastner of Budapest, for example, implored me, perhaps in the summer of 1944, to shut down the "extermination machine." I told him then, in the presence of my stenotypist, that I had nothing to do with these measures, and that they had nothing to do with the Reich Security Main Office in general or Department IV B4 in particular. Only the RF could stop this here, or revoke the order he had given the Main Office in his area for this purpose. And that was the truth.
Dr. Eppstein of Berlin, Commercial Councillor Storfer of Vienna, and, I believe, Dr. Weimann and Edelstein of Prague were, during my absence from the Reich in 1944, taken to a concentration camp without my knowledge, and died or were killed there. They were Jewish functionaries with whom I had worked, in part, for years, officially and correctly, from both sides. When I learned the facts afterward, I made no secret of my regret and incomprehension, either before the Jews or before my superior, Lieutenant General of Police H. Müller, or my permanent deputy.
I had once promised Dr. Rothenberg, head of the Palestine Office in Vienna, that I would arrange for him to emigrate to Palestine when the opportunity arose. When he reminded me after some time, I kept my word. I had also made promises to Commercial Councillor Storfer that I could no longer keep.
I had Dr. Bach and Dr. Murmelstein brought into the leadership in Theresienstadt, and it would be untrue to say that they, like the other inmates in that town, fared badly there, naturally because of the war. I once saw for myself the relatively decent housing in which, for example, Dr. Murmelstein lived there with his wife.
The spirit of the individual is shaped and his actions determined by the time in which he lives. For example, when my mind was being formed, I lived in the time of the shame of Versailles. Pressure produces counterpressure. Perhaps, under different circumstances, I would never have declared myself a National Socialist. If the shame of Versailles, that great injustice, had not existed, or, as Charles Callan, a professor of history at Georgetown University in Washington, calls it, the stupidity of Versailles, perhaps there would have been no National Socialism at all. Perhaps no Second World War either. Perhaps I was already bound to National Socialist thinking before I properly grasped and understood the shame of Versailles.
In any case, this much is certain: National Socialism meant a great deal to me, as it did to hundreds of thousands at that time, because it fought and preached against this injustice. It was shaped, in a way, around the supranational principle of service to the people. It demanded sacrifice and obedience. What benefits the people is right. England: "Right or wrong, my country."