I’m slowly starting to realize I need more positivity / good news [in real life, or on my time-line].
Trying not to think about the infidel, Trump, as much — brought this country low, in so many ways.
Anyhow, thank you [for once],
#TwitterAlgorithm.
On the morning of February 22, 1943, 21-year-old Sophie Scholl stood in a Munich courtroom. Arrested four days earlier, she had endured 17 hours of interrogation and a broken leg. When the judge asked if she had anything to say, she replied:
“What we said and wrote is what many people are thinking. They just don’t dare say it out loud.”
Three hours later, she was beheaded by guillotine.
Sophie was a biology and philosophy student at the University of Munich. Her “crime” was distributing leaflets with her brother Hans and a small circle of friends known as the White Rose.
Born in 1921 into a Lutheran family in Forchtenberg, Sophie grew up with a father who openly opposed the Nazis—he was later imprisoned for calling Hitler “a scourge of God.” Like many German youths, she initially joined the League of German Girls at age 12. Her father’s quiet insistence on truth pulled her away. By 15 she had quit the Hitler Youth; by 18 she despised the regime.
In 1942, while studying in Munich, Sophie learned her brother Hans—a former medic who had witnessed mass executions on the Eastern Front—had co-founded the White Rose with friends including Alexander Schmorell, Willi Graf, Christoph Probst, and Professor Kurt Huber. Their weapons were a typewriter and a hand-cranked mimeograph machine.
Over roughly a year they produced six leaflets in elegant, impassioned prose—quoting the Bible, German philosophers, and Greek poets—calling on ordinary Germans to resist the evil being committed in their name. “Hitler’s mouth is a foul-smelling maw,” one declared. “Every word that comes from it is a lie.”
Sophie insisted on joining despite the mortal danger. She bought paper and stamps in small quantities across the city, typed, mimeographed, and helped distribute hundreds of leaflets by mail and by hand.
On February 18, 1943, Sophie and Hans took the sixth leaflet to the university. They left stacks in corridors and stairwells. In a final act of defiance, Sophie pushed a pile from the top of the atrium and watched the pages flutter down like falling birds. A janitor saw her, locked the doors, and called the Gestapo.
Arrested immediately along with Christoph Probst, the three endured brutal interrogation. Sophie refused to betray others.
On February 22, before the infamous Nazi judge Roland Freisler, all three were sentenced to death in a show trial lasting about three hours. The sentence was carried out that same afternoon—bypassing the usual 99-day appeal window.
Sophie walked calmly to the guillotine. Her last words: “Such a fine sunny day, and I have to go. But what does my death matter if through us thousands of people are awakened and stirred to action?”
Hans shouted “Long live freedom!” before the blade fell. Christoph, a father of three, was executed minutes later.
The Nazis executed the rest of the core group in the following months. But they could not kill the idea.
The sixth leaflet was smuggled out of Germany, reached Britain, and was reprinted by the millions. In the summer of 1943, RAF bombers dropped copies over German cities—the very words Sophie had died for now raining from the sky.
Today, a square at the University of Munich bears the name Geschwister-Scholl-Platz.
In a 2003 poll, Germans ranked Sophie the fourth greatest figure in their nation’s history—above Bismarck, Einstein, and Goethe.
She was twenty-one years old. She distributed pieces of paper. And in a moment when silence was safer, she chose to speak—and proved that courage, even when crushed by a guillotine, can still echo across decades.