Where the rockets come down

Where the rockets come down

Wernher von Braun (center) with other Nazis at Peenemünde • Deutsches Bundesarchiv (CC-BY-SA 3.0)

Originally published 3 December 2006

In July, 1943, rock­et sci­en­tist Wern­her von Braun trav­eled to Hitler’s mil­i­tary head­quar­ters in East Prus­sia to brief his Führer on the A4 Wun­der­waffe, or won­der weapon.

Von Braun launched into his spiel: “The bird will car­ry a ton of ama­tol in her nose, but will hit the ground at a speed of over 1,000 meters per sec­ond, and the shat­ter­ing force of the impact will mul­ti­ply the destruc­tive effect of the warhead.”

Hitler inter­rupt­ed: “I don’t accept that the­sis. It seems to me that the sole con­se­quence of that high impact veloc­i­ty is that…the war­head will bury itself in the ground, and the explo­sive force will mere­ly throw up a lot of dirt.”

Von Braun returned to the rock­et research facil­i­ty at Peen­emünde and ordered a study of the prob­lem. He lat­er recalled: “I’ll be damn if he was­n’t absolute­ly right. Hitler may have been a bad man, but he sure­ly was not stupid.”

Bad man, indeed!

Even as ear­ly as the sum­mer of 1943, it must have been obvi­ous to any Ger­man with eyes and ears that Hitler was more than a “bad man.” But von Braun was a rock­et sci­en­tist with stars in his eyes. He was then, as he remained all his life, deft­ly expe­di­ent at find­ing gov­ern­ments will­ing to pay for his experiments.

At the end of the war, von Braun and his research asso­ciates were brought to Amer­i­ca to lead the US Army’s rock­et devel­op­ment pro­gram. When the Ger­mans arrived in the sleepy north­ern Alaba­ma town of Huntsville, in 1950, I was a teenag­er liv­ing right up the road in Chattanooga.

An arti­cle in Col­lier’s mag­a­zine report­ed that “when the Ger­mans came to town, they picked up their library cards before they had their water meters turned on.” A civic orches­tra was quick­ly formed, in which the Ger­mans took a major role. At the cen­ter of this cul­tur­al excite­ment was Wern­her von Braun, him­self a musi­cian and novelist.

A 1957 pho­to essay in Life mag­a­zine showed him with his fam­i­ly — movie- star good looks, thor­ough­ly Amer­i­can, squeaky clean.

Life quot­ed him as say­ing: “I get about 10 let­ters a day. About half come from young­sters who want advice on how to become rock­e­teers. We tell them to hit math and physics heavily.”

I nev­er wrote von Braun a let­ter, but I want­ed to. He was a real-life Buck Rogers who would lead us into space. In the ear­ly 1950s he col­lab­o­rat­ed with artists from Col­lier’s mag­a­zine to show what the com­ing space age offered, includ­ing trips to the moon and Mars. Those mar­velous Col­lier’s illus­tra­tions were no small part of the rea­son why I stud­ied math and physics.

The Army kept the seami­er details of von Braun’s past under wraps. They seem to have been par­tic­u­lar­ly keen that we did not know the rock­et sci­en­tist had been an hon­orary offi­cer of the SS, or that thou­sands of slave work­ers were mur­dered at the rock­et assem­bly plant at Nordhausen.

The first skep­ti­cism I recall about von Braun’s past was from the humor­ous song­writer Tom Lehrer, who in the mid-60s wrote a dit­ty that began:

Gather round while I sing you of Wernher von Braun,
A man whose allegiance is ruled by expedience,
Call him a Nazi, he won't even frown,
"Nazi, Shmazi," says Wernher von Braun.

All of this is a reminder that knowl­edge is nev­er pure. Where sci­ence goes, tech­nol­o­gy fol­lows, and where tech­nol­o­gy goes the mil­i­tary is not far behind. A sub­stan­tial part of basic research is fund­ed by gov­ern­ments with an eye on weapon­ry. It is the rare sci­en­tist that at some point in his or her career is not required to ask: “Is this research for the good or harm of humankind?”

My PhD the­sis in physics was on the “Opti­cal Inves­ti­ga­tion of Molyb­de­num Films.” Quite frankly, I did the research because it was there, with­out any notion of what its ben­e­fit or harm might be — and from the time the the­sis was fin­ished I had noth­ing more to do with the sub­ject. Did my work find prac­ti­cal appli­ca­tion? I heard once that molyb­de­num films were used as antire­flec­tive coat­ings on the nose cones of mis­siles. I have no idea if that’s true; for all I know, some aspect of my long hap­py hours in the sol­id state physics lab at grad school might have lat­er rained down on a misiden­ti­fied wed­ding par­ty in Afghanistan.

I’m not try­ing to be flip here, or to sug­gest that research with poten­tial mil­i­tary appli­ca­tions is immoral. Only that sci­en­tists, like every­one else, must con­sid­er — inso­far as they can — the eth­i­cal impli­ca­tions of their work.

It was expe­di­ent for Wern­er von Braun to close his eyes to the mur­der­ous con­di­tions in which his rock­ets were man­u­fac­tured. It was expe­di­ent for the US Army to close its eyes to von Braun’s tac­it com­plic­i­ty in atroc­i­ties. It was expe­di­ent for the cit­i­zens of Huntsville to close their eyes to the wartime activ­i­ties of the Ger­man sci­en­tists and engi­neers who brought new pros­per­i­ty to the town. It was expe­di­ent for a spaces­truck Chat­tanooga teenag­er to close his eyes to his hero’s sus­pect past.

Sci­en­tists and engi­neers are inclined to say: “What politi­cians and gen­er­als do with our work is none of our busi­ness.” Knowl­edge may indeed be moral­ly neu­tral, but its appli­ca­tion can be fraught with moral con­se­quence. Which is why the sto­ry of the Ger­man rock­et sci­en­tists is worth keep­ing in mind.

Once the rockets are up, who cares where they come down?
That's not my department," says Wernher von Braun.
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