Frau Inga Ley was bizarrely talented, tremendously beautiful and an accomplished mezzo soprano. Sadly, Inga fell in with Reichsleiter Robert Ley, leader of the the German Labor Front, a World War I hero and notorious drunk.
not flattering, Inga
Ley, a drunken brute of man, beat his beautiful wife who became addicted to morphine as did many other Nazis. Depite being loved by the Fuhrer, Inga took her life, shooting herself at the end of 1942. Robert Ley, drunk, wifebeater and thug, committed suicide before his trial at Nuremburg in 1945.
All this Gotterdamerung in mind, I'm inclined to feel sorry for Inga, such beauty married to such beastliness. But my middle sister who lived in Berlin holds no such qualms, "Those bitches deserved to die."
What can I say but, "Easy, Panzer,"
LSP
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Sometimes people simply die of disappointment. They don't turn out to be the people that they hoped they might be one day. The roller-coaster of addiction adds to the drama.
She married a wife-beating Nazi. One can only wonder why, given the options available to her.
After reading a variety of bio's of this lady it appears she was a classic co-dependent (origin unknown, but probably childhood related), who was taken in by a narcissist.
@LL - "She married a wife-beating Nazi. One can only wonder why, given the options available to her."
People who have childhood trauma sometimes don't have a option. Now, I'm not discounting free will, but sometimes people are so damaged that it overrides free will.
"Those bitches deserved to die." Wow. With the bark on.
LL, I've reflected on this and wonder if she was simply seduced by power and wealth, two potent narcotics and Ley offered both. Perhaps he was even charming in his way to begin with; whatever, it most certainly did for them both.
Vaguely on topic, we have to wonder at the number of badly damaged people coming out of WWI. OK, they were made of stern stuff regardless of side, but still.
I feel, Adrienne, and per above, that she was taken by wealth and power. Ley had those in abundance.
And good childhood trauma call. Perhaps mercy and compassion is in order here. My Berliner sister notoriously disagrees!
DOS, I know!
She didn't really like Germany, tbh.
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