Ernst A. Lehmann - Criticism

Criticism

Lehmann was a supporter of the Nazi party, and often thought about impressing the Nazi party over safety. During the Deutschlandfahrt propaganda flight, the Hindenburg took off in gusty conditions and the ship's lower fin smashed the ground. Dr. Eckener was furious and said to Lehmann:

How could you, Herr Lehmann, order the ship to be brought out in such windy conditions. You had the best excuse in the world for postponing this idiotic flight; instead, you risk the ship, merely to avoid annoying Herr Goebbels. Do you call this showing a sense of responsibility towards our enterprise?

After Lehmann's death, Hugo Eckener blamed Lehmann for pushing Max Pruss to land the ship.

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