"Freisler cross-examined witnesses, but for some reason he didn't seem as worried about the defeatism charge, of which my great-grandfather had already been convicted by a lower court. Freisler was worried about farmers. It was November 30, 1944, provisions were running low, which was why Freisler was worried about food supply. 'Is he a good farmer?' he hollered. 'Is his family helping him out on the farm?' The witnesses, surprised, mumbled something in the affirmative. To everyone's astonishment, Freisler let the relatively lenient verdict of the lower court, which had decided on three years of penitentiary rather than the death penalty, stand. After subjecting my great-grandfather and others to long, shouted rants, Freisler didn't send him to the firing squad. Instead Freisler sent him to Sachsenhausen."
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