This morning I was reading a Norwegian weekly newspaper Morgenbladet after a late breakfast! The editor Alf van der Hagen referred to book with a picture and a story about a young German soldier by the name Joseph Schultz. The photo was taken in the former Jugoslavia 20. July 1941.
Together with seven of his fellow soldiers, Joseph Schultz was commanded out for what they thought only was a routine mission. After a short march it dawned to them that this time it was very different. They were confronted with fourteen captured Yugoslavs – farmers? – partisans? – all with their eyes blinded, standing in front of a large stack of hay. When the soldiers were about ten meters away, the sergeant order them to take aim. The soldiers lifted their rifles and aimed. In the silence that followed, Joseph Schultz entered into history.
Those sentenced to death heard the sound of a rifle being thrown to the ground. They heard the sound of the steps of the young soldier who choose to step out of the execution platform. Instead he went forward and stood side by side with the captives sentenced to death. Joseph Schultz refused to obey the order to kill the captives. He refused to serve evil. He was executed by his comrades. One of them must have taken the photo we know today since it has been published in a book.
But the story doesn’t here. Later, when Joseph Schultz was being prepared for burial, a piece of paper with some words from the first Epistle to the Corinthians was found on his body: “Love is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.”
The courageous act of Joseph Schultz shows that it is actually possible to say no to do evil. It is possible to be a moral person irrespectively of the consequences. None of his comrades followed him. He caused no revolt, no following, no mass deserting! This is not an ordinary story of a hero. Nor is it the story of a victim. No one was saved by what he did. All were shot, plus one more! But he became a moral example. He refused to shoot because it was wrong to shoot. What he did made no difference in how many of them were shot. But it made a difference to him. And to us!
When I read this story, I was so touched that I had to express it in a simple poem on being a moral person.