An Hour of Glory: The Strike at the Luxembourg Post Office, 1 September 1942.

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A Resistance poster.

Direct Action

Tuesday 1 September 1.45 p.m.

Gradually the postmen returned from lunch to prepare for their afternoon delivery rounds. The sirens sounded an air-raid and for the first time ever during an air-raid warning, all the staff readily and immediately went to the shelter in the basement, where heated and angry discussions continued. J.P Ensch, a member of the air- raid warning party detailed to check the building was clear of occupants, looked out of the third floor window into the yard and was surprised to see his colleague and friend, Jang Schroeder, 28, enter the sorting office, when he was off-duty. When they emerged from the shelter after the all-clear they found that the sorted letters had been taken out of the pigeon- holes and thrown across the floor - the first open and defiant gesture of sabotage.

As they thronged into the sorting-office a voice called out "Stop work". The voice was that of the 18-year old Leon Alff, who was to die in 1944 conscripted into Wehrmacht service on the Russian front.

Tuesday, 1 September 2.15 p.m.

The authorities, alert to any sign of resistance, moved swiftly. The order declaring a state of emergency and introducing martial law had been signed on the Monday by the Chef der Zivilverwaltung (Chief of Civil Administration) Simon. The Post Office's German director, Likus, made his inspection round and on entering the sorting office quickly noticed the mood of unrest and discontent; he addressed a few words to Jean Majeres, the Luxembourg manager, before returning quickly to his office. On the orders of Likus, Jean Majeres tried to encourage the postmen back to work, but his voice lacked conviction and it was clear that he was merely going through the motions as an alibi.

Repeated anonymous calls echoed around the hall, "Everybody Out" and "Let's go home". The atmosphere was electrifying, and all of a sudden, like wild-fire, the summons ran through the building "Everybody to the ground-floor sorting office to protest against the Gauleiter's proclamation". A number of the members of the management team and ftom the post office giro department from the first floor gathered downstairs. It was obvious that a majority of workers had heeded the call.

Nicky Konz, a 28 year old junior manager, was looking for Likus, the German director, when he was intercepted by his superior who tried to dissuade him from going downstairs, afraid of the course of action on which he seemed bent.

At 2.25 p.m. Konz entered the sorting office and a silence fell over those present, all eyes on him. He stood down at the back of the office, holding a piece of newspaper and spoke calmly, his voice trembling with emotion:

Colleagues, you know what awaits us. The Prussians have decided, against all international law, to enrol our youth into the Wehrmacht, and this despite a solemn promise, made in the name of the Fuehrer and the German Reich, to safeguard our independence made when they invaded our country on 10 May 1940.

And Konz proceeded to read the text of the communique of 9 May 1940.

A deafening silence followed, soon interrupted by noisy protests. In the turmoil nobody noticed the director, Likus, slip back into the sorting office. Slowly he moved to the centre of the room where a group of young postmen were gathered around a desk. He stopped and urged them to return to work. Nicky Konz saw Likus and marched up to him, ignoring those around him, addressed Likus loudly: "See here, Mr Likus, here is the relevant article. Here is what was published in the Luxemburger Wort of 10 May 1940". And he read the article again.

One can only assume that the two had had words upstairs in the management offices before and Konz had sought out Likus to make his point and he did so forcefully and loudly in front of his fellow-employees. Having finished his reading, he asked Likus: "Well, Mr Likus, what do you say to that?" Likus replied evasively: "I won't be drawn into a political statement". Konz then concluded by exclaiming "So this is how the Germans keep their word". Applause all around and finally the cauldron, which had been brewing for days, boiled over. As if freed from invisible shackles, the gathering proclaimed in one voice: "In protest we'll down tools. Everybody out".

Likus quickly left the sorting office, no doubt to alert the German authorities. The call to close the counters was swiftly obeyed, the main gate was locked shut and Michel Konz and Metty Schmitz rushed to the public hall, ushered the few customers out and locked the public entrances.

All this happened in about 20 minutes and the majority of the staff gathered on the pavement opposite the main entrance to watch developments. A yellow- uniformed Nazi party official arrived at the main gate and was heard to shout: "Martial Law has been declared; whoever leaves his place of work will be shot". The official was unceremoniously elbowed aside and sensibly some of the observers on the pavement withdrew from immediate view to the interior of the adjacent Café Faber.

Tuesday, 1 September 3.05 p.m.

Nicky Konz and Marcel di Marco were standing in the corridor on the first floor, looking down into the yard below. They were discussing the events of the last few minutes. The door to the stair-case flew open and two black-uniformed SS officers, obviously in a hurry, entered. One look was enough to persuade Nicky Konz and Marcel di Marco to return to their offices. "It was the last words I was to exchange with Nicky. Barely half an hour later I heard that he had been taken away", said Marcel di Marco after the war.

Tuesday, 1 September 3.10 p.m.

Likus was still in the sorting office when Gaspart approached him with the hand-over papers for his counter, as he too intended to strike. At that moment a uniformed Sicherheits-Dienst (SD) officer entered through a side-door and bellowed: "Everybody stay where they are, anybody who leaves his place of work will be shot". The officer then produced a notice and proceeded to read it out:

Following the outbreak of strikes and the withdrawal of labour in Luxembourg City a state of emergency has been declared for the whole area of the Chief of Civil Administration. The application of martial law has been extended. Summary execution of strikers will be carried out by immediate shooting. The Chief of Civil Administration - signed Gustav Simon.

He ordered: "Everybody back to work. Nobody leaves the building without my permission".

By 3.30 p.m. uniformed SD officers were standing guard at the entrances, while inside everybody was left wondering at the consequences and retributions now the Gestapo was involved.

A number of staff called at the sorting office and asked for the post office box of the VdB. They were clearly terrified and wanted to retrieve the membership cards they had surrendered in the morning.

At around 4 o'clock Siekmeyer, the Deputy Chief of Civil Administration, arrived and, having looked at the situation, asked sarcastically: "Well, where is this strike then?" Everything seemed back to normal and the delay to the Reich postal service had hardly amounted to a matter of days.

Within half an hour a number of offices on the second floor had been cleared of their occupants and taken over by the Gestapo to carry out their preliminary interrogations.

Backlash

With commendable attention to work efficiency, the Gestapo waited until staff had finished their shifts before summoning them for interrogation. Pierre Theissen, a counter clerk, was summoned at 5 p.m. and subjected to an interrogation, which lasted until 10 p.m. Of course he denied any strike action on his part, like all the others. He was lucky that the supervisor of his section, a Nazi party member, no doubt motivated by a well-developed sense of self-preservation, had already testified under oath that all his staff had remained at their duty stations.

At the end of his shift at 9.30 p.m., Roger Gaspart was ordered upstairs. An SD officer took down his personal derails, enquired about his normal duties and rota and those of his fellow workers. The focus was on meticulous factual detail and no attempt was made to entrap him into self-incrimination or to betray any of his work-mates. Gradually Gaspart's nerves calmed down as the minutiae of factual questions gave an unreal air of calm and correctness.

After about 45 minutes the details had been recorded and Gaspart was instructed to wait in the corridor, and stand facing the wall without talking to the dozen or so work-mates standing either side of him. Finally like so many others, he was sent home.

Notice of the death sentence (by firing squad) carried out on four men including Luxembourg postal worker, Johann Schroeder.

The following day, he was arrested and taken off to Gestapo headquarters for a very physical interrogation. Eventually after a summary trial he was handed back to the Gestapo to be sent for re-education at the Ruwer punishment camp in Germany. Those eligible, among whom was Roger Gaspart, were then forcibly enrolled in the Wehrmacht to be sent to the Russian front. Roger Gaspart deserted and lived to write the story of the Strike of 1942 at the Luxembourg Post Office.

Others of course were not so lucky. Nicky Konz was transported to the concentration camp at Hinzert, tried with Likus as the sole prosecution witness, found guilty and shot on 3 September. Jang Schroeder had broken under interrogation by the Gestapo and was shot at Hinzert on the following day. Metty Schmitz died on 23 May 1944 after Gestapo torture and Michel Kons died of his wounds, suffered on the Russian front, in a military hospital on 31 January 1944. Others died in the concentration camps of Moabit, Mauthausen, Neugammen and Eschershausen. Two died fighting in the Resistance.

As a result of this general strike, 21 brave men were executed and over 100 were handed over to the Gestapo. Some 13,000 were conscripted into the Wehrmacht, of whom 3,000 lost their lives and some 500 escaped and deserted. A huge resettlement programme saw dangerous intellectuals, like teachers, including members of my family, resettled in Poland and Czechoslovakia, over 5,000 were deported and several thousand transported to concentration camps or imprisoned.

Afterthought

In this small country, with its close-knit community, where everybody knew everyone else, resistance to the Nazi invader was always fraught with danger from the quislings in its midst, which it is difficult to imagine in England or indeed anywhere which has not suffered the iniquity of enemy occupation. Resistance meant certain death, if caught. Talk was certainly safer than action.

This hour of spontaneous heroic resistance cost too many lives and hardly made the headlines in the Allied press. It pales into insignificance when compared to the sacrifices suffered by Britain, which for so long had stood alone, and which, with Canada, gave sanctuary to the Luxembourg Grand-Ducal family and the Government in exile for the duration of the war. But it was a necessary affirmation of courage and identity from a country under the yoke of its oppressor, which meant it could look its liberators in the eye with pride when the day finally came and deserved Churchill's description of "plucky little Luxembourg".

But there is a more personal aspect to this. Listening to my parents, I have often wondered, given the same circumstances, how I would have acted. Would I have salved my conscience by little acts of delay and disobedience, evident only to myself, or would I have bearded the oppressor in the way that Nicky Konz did and suffered the consequences? In truth I do not know the answer and I hope that I will never be called upon to make this choice.

Acknowledgements:
Der Streik im Hauptpostamt Luxembourg - Roger Gaspart - Amicale des PTT 1982

Article by George C. Kieffer.
First published in the Centre's Journal Everyone's War Issue No. 3.

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