Dr. Morell was a prominent doctor in Germany, in the 1930s and 40s. He was a doctor to Berlin’s elite. I would like to explain his modis apperandi. Remember in those days doctors made house calls on occasion, as did my doctor, when I was a lad.
Dr. Morell is invited to the residence of a rich family. His host complains of stomach problems. “How long has this been going on?” “Off and on for some time.” Without hesitation, Dr. Morell offers his diagnosis and treatment. The patient is amazed. No one has ever told him what was wrong, let alone offered a cure. He was such a convincing doctor, and the cure so logical.
His prescriptions include; exotic bacteria, hormones, dextrose, and strychnine. The patient notices an improvement. What luck I have had to meet Dr. Morell. He saved my life. By the doctor’s admission, the patient was never sick, but now he is. Addicted to drugs.
Now the slightest complaint requires either pills or an injection. The patient is becoming a human wreck, but still has confidence in Doctor Morell. He is addicted to speed, and uppers and downers.
During this time he has married a wealthy woman, and with her money has started factory manufacturing his drugs. At this time Germany was producing most of the drugs for the world, with inventions like aspirin and amphetamines.
But what about our patient? The man was taking 28 different kinds of drugs, plus injections. He was addicted to speed. In months he had aged years. Our patient had been warned not to follow Dr. Morell by his personal physician and others. However, his “lady friend,” was also a patient.
Dr Morell was giving Hitler injections everyday. Hitler was experiencing hell on earth. He spent the last decade of his life addicted to speed. His life shattered, shaking, and his brains in a basket. Hitler was “high.”
I can’t believe that in my entire life, I never heard of Dr Morell, or he was never mentioned in school. He played a big part, in one of the most important events in history. Mrs Google says that he was never convicted of any war crimes. His personal secretary wrote a biography about him, and there are a couple of books about him, but at this point we will let the good doctor rest.
PS: I can’t believe that I have lived eight and a half decades, gone to college, and no one ever mentioned this gentleman, or the part he played in WW 2.
—James Neuhouser
