Detlev Karsten Rohwedder - Murder

Murder

On Monday, April 1, 1991, at 23:30, Rohwedder was shot and killed through a window on the first floor of his house in the suburb of Düsseldorf-Niederkassel (Kaiser-Friedrich-Ring 71) by the first of three rifle shots. The second shot wounded his wife Hergard; the third hit a bookcase.

The shots were fired from 63 m away from a rifle with 7.62x51mm NATO standard calibre. An inspection of the scene found three cartridge cases, a plastic chair, a towel, and a letter claiming responsibility from an RAF commando named after Ulrich Wessel, a minor RAF figure who had died in 1975. The shooter has never been identified.

In 2001, a DNA analysis of hair strands found at the scene, suggested that Wolfgang Grams was responsible for the killing. The Attorney General did not name Grams as a suspect and has not evaluated the evidence. Also, there are doubts about the authenticity of the hair as well as issues with the scientific quality of the results obtained eight years after his death.

On April 10, 1991, Rohwedder was honoured in Berlin with a day of mourning by German President Richard von Weizsäcker, Minister-President of North-Rhine Westphalia, Johannes Rau, and Chairman of the Board of Treuhandanstalt Jens Odewald.

Reportedly opposed to an unrestricted sellout of GDR's public-owned factories, he may have occasionally favoured a worker-owned solution. His successor, Birgit Breuel, was more in favour of a speedy sell-off to investors.

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