It's pride month, and this year I thought I would do a little to push back on the tired old narrative that the LGBT community or LGBT relationships are something new or some big damning sign of the decline of society.
Each day this month I'll post a vintage photo of a member of the LGBTQ community to show that we have always been here, that we have always existed, whether society wanted to see us or not.
For today's pride post, allow me to introduce Lilly Wust and Felice Schragenheim.
Lilly was the wife of an ardent Nazi and was a "good German" Hausfrau and mother of four. As such, the impact of WWII on her everyday life was surprisingly minimal. Then her housekeeper introduced her to Felice, a bohemian writer in the Jewish underground. The two women fell in love in wartime Berlin.
Their courtship was traditional. After their introduction, Schragenheim would come to tea at Lilly's almost daily, bringing flowers and poems. In between, the two would write to each other. When Lilly was hospitalized with dental sepsis in March 1943, Felice brought red roses every day. That same month, the two became engaged, signing written declarations of their love, which they sealed with a marriage contract three months later.
In July 1944, someone reported Felice's presence to the Gestapo, and she was picked up and shipped to a transit camp before being sent to Theresienstadt concentration camp. Lilly visited her regularly while Felice was located in the transit camp and even petitioned to visit while she was at Theresienstadt, but her requests were denied. A month later, Felice was sentenced to death and sent to Auschwitz. She is believed to have died on New Year's Eve, 1944.
Lilly mostly avoided punishment, outside of increased scrutiny, and her resolve to take action strengthened. Thanks to Felice's contacts in the Jewish underground, Lilly was then able to use her privilege to hide three more Jewish women, all of whom survived the end of the war.
During a 2001 interview, a few years before her death, Lilly reminisced, "She was my other half, literally my reflection, my mirror image, and for the first time I found love aesthetically beautiful, an d so tender....Twice since she left, I've felt her breath, and a warm presence next to me. I dream that we will meet again - I live in hope."
To learn more, check out Erica Fischer's book, Aimee & Jaguar: A Love Story, Berlin 1943, or the movie based on their love story, Aimee und Jaguar (1999).