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The von Moltke Connection

About thirty years ago, I met the lovely Stewart McKinney and his wife, Shiobhan. Stewart will come back into this story later, but I remember him mentioning the name of a person he regarded as one of his heroes in life. At the time, the name meant very little to me. It was many years before I heard it again—and that was when I started watching SAS: Rogue Heroes.

You can probably guess who it was, Major Paddy Mayne

It is worth remembering that Stewart had been part of Willie John McBride’s famous British & Irish Lions team that toured South Africa in 1974 and returned victorious. So, when Stewart spoke about someone he regarded as a hero, I took notice.

I have a few heroes of my own, and one of them has an interesting connection to my own life—because I have actually met his grandson.

To explain that, we need to go back much further.

The von Moltke Family

In 1868, the Prussian Field Marshal Helmuth von Moltke the Elder played a major role in Prussia’s victory over Austria. He was one of the great military figures of his time, and his contribution helped pave the way for Bismarck’s eventual unification of Germany in 1871-1872.

For his service to Prussia and Germany, the von Moltke family became enormously influential and was associated with a large estate at Kreisau in Silesia, then part of Germany and now in modern-day Poland. Depending on the language, you will see the name written as Kreisau or Creisau

There was another famous military figure in the family: Helmuth von Moltke the Younger, a great-nephew of the elder Moltke. At the beginning of the First World War, he was Chief of the German General Staff and was involved in the German advance through Belgium in 1914.

But neither of those men is the Moltke I admire most.

That man was Helmuth James von Moltke.

Helmuth James von Moltke

Helmuth James von Moltke was born into the family in 1907 and eventually became a qualified lawyer. During the Second World War, he worked in military intelligence, which gave him a position from which he could see what was happening inside Nazi Germany.

He was particularly concerned about the persecution of Jews and the increasingly brutal nature of the Nazi regime.

As the war progressed, Helmuth James and a group of other like-minded Germans began discussing what Germany might look like after Hitler. They met at the old family estate at Kreisau, forming what became known as the Kreisau Circle.

Their objective was not simply to defeat Hitler militarily. They were thinking about what a post-Nazi Germany should look like—one based on law, Christianity, human dignity and civil rights.

This is where Helmuth James became extraordinary.

He was willing to use his family connections and position, but he also understood that he was taking an enormous personal risk. His opposition to the persecution of Jews became increasingly strong as the Holocaust intensified.

I remember thinking: Why didn’t Hitler have him arrested years earlier, as he did with so many others?

Part of the answer was probably the enormous reputation and historical importance of the von Moltke family within the German state and military establishment. Helmuth James was also careful about how openly he opposed the regime.

There is a particularly moving letter in which he explained his position regarding the treatment of Jews. His Christian beliefs made it impossible for him to accept the persecution of other human beings simply because they were Jewish.

The End of Helmuth James

Eventually, however, the Nazis caught up with him.

In January 1944, Helmuth James was arrested by the Gestapo. He was subsequently brought before the notorious Nazi People’s Court, presided over by Roland Freisler.

His supposed crime was treason.

In reality, his “treason” was that he had been thinking about and helping to prepare for a Germany that would exist after Hitler.

Helmuth James was sentenced to death and was hanged at Plötzensee Prison in Berlin on 23 January 1945—only a few months before the end of the war.

He was just 37 years old.

What makes his story even more remarkable to me is that he had not been a conventional revolutionary. He was an aristocrat, a lawyer and a member of one of Germany’s most distinguished military families. He could have attempted to protect himself and his family by remaining silent.

Instead, he chose to stand against the regime.

What Happened to the Family?

After Helmuth James was executed, his wife, Freya von Moltke, and their young son, Caspar, eventually left Germany. They eventually settled in Montreal, Canada.

The family estate at Kreisau had, in the aftermath of the First World War, passed out of the family’s control and eventually became part of Poland. During and after the war it fell into considerable disrepair.

Then, decades later, something remarkable happened.

Around 1989–1990, during the dramatic political changes taking place in Europe, Freya von Moltke was invited to return to Kreisau. The German and Polish authorities supported the restoration of the estate, and it eventually became a place dedicated to European reconciliation, civil rights and education.

Today, the former Kreisau estate is known as the Krzysztofory? No—more properly, the Kreisau/Krzyżowa Foundation and Memorial, and it serves as an international centre for education, dialogue and European understanding.

And Then I Met His Grandson

Now we come to the strange coincidence that connects all of this history to my own life.

At the time, I was playing rugby in New Zealand. We had just beaten Auckland in the final of the AIG South Pacific Championship, the competition that preceded what eventually became the Super 12, Super 14 and later Super Rugby.

I had a few days before I needed to return to Xerox, where I was working at the time, so I decided to visit some friends in Montreal. I had never been to Canada before.

During a lunch with my friends and their families, I met a young man sitting at the end of the table on my left. He was on holiday from Oxford University, having just completed his first year.

I was talking to Peter, who was sitting immediately to my right, when I heard the young man’s surname.

Von Moltke.

I stopped and asked if I had heard correctly.

I had.

The young man’s name was James—and he was the grandson of Helmuth James von Moltke.

I could hardly believe the coincidence.

Here I was, a rugby player from New Zealand, sitting at a family lunch in Montreal, and completely by chance I had met the grandson of one of the German historical figures I had come to admire.

When I returned to New Zealand, I became even more interested in the Canadian connection and started finding out what had happened to the family after the war.

Freya von Moltke had eventually settled in Montreal with her son Caspar. Caspar went on to have a distinguished career of his own.

And the young man I had met that day?

He was about seven years younger than me, and at the time he was simply a student home from Oxford.

Today, he is James von Moltke, and he became a senior figure in international banking, including serving as President of Deutsche Bank.

So that is the story.

It began for me with a name mentioned by Stewart McKinney more than thirty years ago. I then encountered that name again through history and television, discovered the remarkable story of Helmuth James von Moltke and the Kreisau Circle, and eventually—quite by chance—found myself sitting at a lunch table in Montreal with his grandson.

Sometimes history has a strange way of reaching out of the past and sitting down beside you at the dinner table.

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What can happen in 22 seconds? Wellington V Auckland NPC 1986

Gotcha!

21 Seconds!!

Auckland hot on attack – the team stacked with AB’s, Kirwin, Fitzpatrick, Stanley, Whetton (Alan), Fox, McDowell, Jones etc and Wellington had a few of their own in Borovich, Pierce, Creighton, Gallagher, Pokere, Shuster (not too long after) etc. Keep in mind that less than a year later the mighty AB team which were by far the best team in the World (arguably SA were still banned in 87’) had convincingly beat France in the W.C. Final contained a predominant selection of Auckland players!

Wellington had just thrashed Otago ( Brewer, Pope, Pene etc) the week before in the first NPC game of the season in Dunedin and had Auckland the following weekend at the old Athletic Park (always play with the wind in the 1st half as it changes often there).

Back to the game Wellington had edged ahead but Auckland were hot, hot, and the power and individual man for man, was on paper superior.

The new Coach for Wellington the flamboyant Earle Kirton had gone for gas (Lalani Koko on the right wing and was the equivalent of our Jonah back then) and one or two others and Wellington fans and establishment had been questioning Earle’s selection policy and game plan. Despite this he stuck to his commitment of the game style he wanted the team to play.

This was immediately following the retirement of former Coach Iain Upston, and other established top-notch names eg Wilson, Hewson, Fraser, Mexted amongst others from a very successful Wellington squad after a number of years.

Auckland on attack and 20 minutes left, 5-meter scrum from the Wellington line. Auckland backs have some move up their sleeve and Kirwin looking like he was entering the center’s area – but where?

Ivan Waterson was the half back instead of injured David Kirk and very, very able. I had first met Ivan in the successful West Hartlepool team that had won the North Of England Merit table in the 83-84 season. I had been at a tasty Vale of Lune team in the North West of the country. They beat us then.

He was a slick passer and took a snipe around the side every now and then. Dirk Williams was openside and though a large open there was more than enough to fit a London double decker down the blind side! I was the Blindside flanker – Oh god pass the ball from the base of the scrum, Ivan please? and do not expose us (me!). Mind you we had Fraser Mexted at number 8 and playing exceptionally well and former AB winger Mike Clamp on that blindside wing. Also, we had been holding our own in the scrums as well.

The scrum half Neil Sorenson was barking out ‘Huddy, Huddy, Huddy, as though he knew they were coming around the blind side, I was aware of this and had to keep in mind take the first man that comes around the scrum with the ball. Don’t get sucked in by a dummy pass and take your man out whether the half back, or the number 8, or the detachment of the blindside flanker. Whetto stayed on thank God!

However, the scrum had screwed away from the blind and despite a great effort by Auckland to keep it straight, I knew that even Ivan would not run blind and the ball seemed stuck at the back of the scrum for a while and I had a good view of it. Just waiting for Ivan to get the ball, what’s he going to do…..is he looking to the blind? open? What is he going to do? I cannot see him, just the ball!

Sos still yelling – ‘Huddy, Huddy!’ I have now got butterflies and bloody nervous.  He finally places his hand on it and you do your best to dive stretch and stretch and stretch and nab him or major disruption! It reminded me of my track and field days and being in the starting blocks. Though it felt like a minute, he finally put his hand on the ball and bang I was out I thought ‘got ya’

 

 

and just as quickly ‘bugger’- though I got a hand on him but could not hold, it was not enough to stop him getting the pass away and I was left sprawling on the deck!

Bugger!

 

What happened in the next 21seconds was very surreal….

Have a look by going to the link https://www.facebook.com/npcrugby/videos/1986-wellington-vs …

 

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