Tommy Brennan
Robert Jackson role: Rescuer/ Resister
December 9, 1947: It is snowy here in Nuremberg today. It reminds me of my childhood in Spring Creek Pennsylvania; the ways that you can barley see the roof of your neighbor’s house. I have to remember to buy some more milk, eggs, cheese, bread, and bologna after the trials today. Today we have a big Nazi on trial, Hermann Goering; he is the closest thing to Hitler that we will ever put on trial. I should have something more important on my mind; today’s my sons fifth birthday. It kills me that I don’t get to see him today. I cannot even call him and sing to him today, because my phone lines are out. If I did what my wife told me to do I could have remembered to bring my Motorola cellular phone she bought for me before I left for Germany. Even though these people deserve to be killed, it gives me a sick feeling every time I see one of them be hung. I think it is just an inhumane way to kill people. Even putting a gun to his or her head would be a more humane way to kill someone. .
Earlier today, we proved that Hermann Goering was guilty on all four of our charges. It was not much of a trial. Most of the jury was prejudice against the Nazi’s. It is almost impossible for us to find the perfect jury. The only people who would not favor either side would be the babies that were just born, as I am writing this. All the men here are either, Jews who want to put a gun to the Nazi’s heads, Americans who bought land here after the war, or ex Nazi’s. Therefore, the fair trial, we all thought we were having is not as fair as we thought it ought to be.
I sent a birthday present to m boy today. I would just let all these Nazi’s lose if it meant I could be with him today. I bought him some pajamas, and a toy car. My wife also called me before the phone lines went out and said that she was going to buy him his first bicycle, and some of the neighbor hood kid’s agrred to teach how to ride it all by himself. She said I would get a pictureof the two of them as soon as possible. When I think of the family, I am leaving behind. One thought comes across my mind… is this trial worth more to me than my own family. Is having my son tell his firs born about how I was the greatest laywer in American history. However, I was the worst father, I abonded a beautiful wife, and a fragile little boy to serve for my country. If I do win the trial, the greatest joy of my life will not be winning the greatest trial of twentieth century. It will be watching my little boy grownup.
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