The Arsenal of Democracy: FDR, Detroit, and an Epic Quest to Arm an America at War Read online

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Cover Image Information

  Introduction

  Prologue

  THE MOTOR CITY

  Henry

  The Machine Is the New Messiah

  Edsel

  Learning to Fly

  Father vs. Son

  The Ford Terror

  Danger in Nazi Germany

  THE LIBERATOR

  Fifty Thousand Airplanes

  “Gentlemen, We Must Outbuild Hitler”

  The Liberator

  Willow Run

  Awakening

  Strike!

  Air Raid!

  THE BIG ONE

  The Grim Race

  “Detroit’s Worries Are Right Now”

  Will It Run?

  Bomber Ship 01

  Roosevelt Visits Willow Run

  A Dying Man

  THE RISE OF AMERICAN AIRPOWER

  Unconditional Surrender

  Taking Flight

  “The Arsenal of Democracy Is Making Good”

  Death in Dearborn

  D-DAY AND THE BATTLE OF DEARBORN

  Operation Tidal Wave

  The Detroit Race Riot of 1943

  “The United States Is the Country of Machines”

  Ford War Production Exceeds Dreams

  D-Day

  The Final Battle

  Epilogue

  A Note on the Text and Acknowledgments

  Notes

  Index

  About the Author

  Footnotes

  Copyright © 2014 Albert Baime

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  Baime, A. J. (Albert J.)

  The arsenal of democracy : FDR, Detroit, and an epic quest to arm an America at war / A. J. Baime.

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  Includes bibliographical references and index.

  ISBN 978-0-547-71928-3

  1. Ford Motor Company—History—20th century. 2. Industrial mobilization—United States—History—20th century. 3. Automobile industry and trade—Military aspects—United States—History—20th century. 4. Willow Run (Manufacturing plant)—History—20th century . 5. B-24 (Bomber)—Design and construction—History. 6. Ford, Edsel, 1893–1943. 7. Ford, Henry, 1863–1947. 8. Ford, Henry, II, 1917–1987 9. World War, 1939–1945—Economic aspects—United States. 10. World War, 1939–1945—Michigan. I. Title. II. Title: FDR, Detroit, and an epic quest to arm an America at war.

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  Every single man, woman, and child is a partner in the most tremendous undertaking of our American history.

  —FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT

  I refuse to recognize that there are impossibilities. I cannot discover that anyone knows enough about anything on this earth definitely to say what is and what is not possible.

  —HENRY FORD

  Cover image: B-24 Liberator bombers in flight on May 19, 1942. Maximum speed: 303 miles per hour. Range: 2,850 miles. Engines: four Pratt & Whitney R-1830s totaling 4,800 horsepower. Armament: ten .50 caliber machine guns and 8,000 pounds of bombs.

  Introduction

  THIS BOOK IS ABOUT many things. It’s about World War II. It’s about the rise of airpower, an apocalyptic science when applied to military action. It’s about an American president confined to a wheelchair who sought to teach the world how to walk again during the Great Depression, only to find himself facing a losing war against unconscionable evil. It’s about Detroit—“the biggest wartime boomtown of all”—and its automobile industry, which in 1941 had a bigger economy than any foreign nation except Britain, France, Germany, and possibly the Soviet Union. Ultimately, this book is about a father and a son who more than any other figures in the first half of the twentieth century symbolized Americanism all over the world—their love, their empire, and the war that tore them apart.

  In 1941 Henry Ford and his only child, Edsel, launched the most ambitious wartime industrial adventure ever up to that point in history.* They attempted to turn their motorcar business into an aviation powerhouse, to build four-engine bombers, the weapon the Allied leaders thirsted for above all others. The older Ford (Henry was seventy-six when the war began) was one of the nation’s richest and most controversial men, an ardent antiwar activist and accused Nazi sympathizer. His only child, Edsel, was a tragic Gatsby-esque character who was dying of a disease that all his riches couldn’t cure.

  With the help of “Cast Iron” Charlie Sorensen, Detroit’s heralded Hercules of the assembly lines, and the aviator Charles Lindbergh, the Fords attempted to turn the US Air Corps’ biggest, fastest, most destructive heavy bomber into the most mass-produced American aircraft of all time. Their quest captured the imagination of a nation and came to illuminate all that could go wrong on the home front during the war—and all that could go right.

  At the same time, the Fords were being quietly investigated by US Treasury agents, who believed the family’s ties to its French division—which was cooperating with the Nazi high command to help build Hitler’s arsenal—may have violated the Trading with the Enemy Act. An investigation kicked into high gear in 1943, the day a “strictly confidential” memo landed on Roosevelt’s desk in the White House detailing “amazing and shocking correspondence” between Edsel Ford and a key French operative. Did the family have a dark secret?

  Honor, betrayal, sacrifice, death—all of it is woven into a father-son drama that, in the larger context of the war, has never fully been explored.

  In the climactic scenes of this book, the reader will be transported into battle aboard bombers built by the Fords. “Here was the power,” Lindbergh said of these 60,000-pound machines (fully loaded), “the efficiency, the superhuman magic of which we had dreamed.” Henry Ford’s vision in the early part of the century, “Fordism,” had fueled the rise of cities, suburbs, and industries. Now—inside enemy territory—that same vision would tear it all down.

  Today Detroit gets trotted out as a symbol of a superpower in decline. The city has lost more than half its population since the war, and it is the largest American city ever to declare bankruptcy. Its main artery, the Edsel Ford Expressway, runs right into it, though the man it is named for is all but forgotten. There was a time, however, when Detroit was a “city of destiny,” “a city forging thunderbolts.” This is a book about World War II and the Motor City—its heroes, its villains, and its legacy.

  Prologue

  ON THE NIGHT OF December 29, 1940, a few moments before 9:00 PM, Franklin Delano Roosevelt wheeled himself in his chair through the White House warrens and into the Diplomatic Reception Room on the first floor. He wore a gray wool suit and a face that, for an eternal optimist, appeared grim. An incongruous audience stood in the room. The President’s mother was there, as were some White House guests, actors Clark Gable and Carole Lombard. Roosevelt was preparing to deliver an address that generations hence would deem one of the most important pieces of political rhetoric in modern history. It was called “The Arsenal of Democracy.”

  At that very moment, in London
, bombs were raining from the night sky. Adolf Hitler’s air force was subjecting London to the worst pounding since the start of the Battle of Britain—a night of terror planned specifically to steer attention away from Roosevelt’s speech, which promised to solve a great mystery: what was the President prepared to do about the Nazis and their conquering armies? With most of Europe already subjugated, would Washington remain neutral? Or was Roosevelt prepared to support the effort to defeat Hitler with American-made tanks, guns, ships, and bomber aircraft?

  All week long the White House had stirred with activity in anticipation of the President’s “fireside chat.” On the Sunday of the address, Roosevelt worked over every word in his office, complaining to his secretary, Grace Tully, who went heavy on the punctuation when she typed.

  “Grace!” he yelled. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop wasting the taxpayers’ commas?”

  When he was satisfied, he sent the speech to the State Department for comment. He had his throat sprayed to ease his sinuses. White House workers removed the gold-trimmed presidential china from the Diplomatic Reception Room, and as Roosevelt sipped cocktails and ate dinner, they tested the broadcasting equipment, the wires snaking across the floor onto a desk on which a cluster of microphones stood—the ears of the world.

  At the stroke of nine, the largest radio audience ever gathered tuned in. Over five hundred stations were broadcasting the speech in the United States. This was the “Golden Age of Radio,” with popular shows like Jack Benny and Amos ’n’ Andy, and yet no broadcast had ever lured more attention than the President’s speech. The only one that had come close was the Joe Louis–Max Schmeling fight at Yankee Stadium two years earlier.

  Amid the rubble of Britain’s cities, at 3:00 AM London time, thousands, including Prime Minister Winston Churchill, crowded around their radios. Roosevelt’s address would be broadcast in South America, China, the Soviet Union, and in six languages in Europe.

  Roosevelt began. “My friends, this is not a fireside chat on war. It is a talk on national security; because the nub of the whole purpose of your President is to keep you now, and your children later, and your grandchildren much later, out of a last-ditch war for the preservation of American independence and all of the things that American independence means to you and to me and to ours,” the President said. And then, gravely: “Never before since Jamestown and Plymouth Rock has our American civilization been in such danger as now.”

  The events leading up to that night had placed the President in an impossible situation.

  For eleven years, the Great Depression had plagued the global economy. The United States was a nation paralyzed by its economy. In 1940 about 17 percent of Americans were unemployed, over 7 million able-bodied people. Only 48,000 taxpayers out of 132 million earned more than $2,500 a year (the rough equivalent of $40,000 today). Nearly one-third of American homes had no running water. Americans had no unemployment insurance or antibiotics.

  Since he came to power in 1933 (five weeks after Hitler became chancellor of Germany), Roosevelt had fought tirelessly to meet the basic needs of the masses. Recoiling from the horror of World War I, Congress had passed numerous Neutrality Acts, based in the idea that the oceans protected American soil from foreign attack, like some giant moat. With no funding, the US military had grown anemic. The army ranked sixteenth in the world in size, with fewer than 200,000 men, compared to 7 million Nazi soldiers. No legitimate munitions industry existed. The Army Air Corps had fewer than 1,300 combat planes, and most of them were technologically obsolete.

  In Europe, Hitler’s rise had caused consternation at first. An artist and an ex-convict, he had brilliantly harnessed the power and will of the German people using modern communications such as film and radio. He had been secretly building his military for years using American-style principles of mass production. It was a futuristic kind of fighting force, with unprecedented amounts of horsepower built on assembly lines in factories and mounted on wheels and wings.

  As Britain’s spymaster William Stephenson (code name: Intrepid) confided in Roosevelt: “The Fuehrer is not just a lunatic. He’s an evil genius. The weapons in his armory are like nothing in history. His propaganda is sophisticated. His control of the people is technologically clever. He has torn up the military textbooks, and written his own.”

  It was the Luftwaffe that the Americans and British feared most, the first-ever fully crafted air force, headed by Hitler’s most trusted confidant, Hermann Goering, a World War I ace pilot turned morphine addict who had spent time in a sanitarium locked in a straitjacket. By the late 1930s, German factories were birthing more warplanes than all other nations combined. The German Air Force, it seemed, could turn the Nazis into Nietzschean supermen. As the British statesman Sir Nevile Henderson put it, “If one makes a toy, the wish to play with it becomes irresistible. And the German Army and Air Force were super toys.”

  When Hitler invaded Poland in 1939, he declared: “I am putting on the uniform, and I shall take it off only in death or victory.” On May 10, 1940, the Nazis invaded France, Holland, Luxembourg, and Belgium. The French—who had the finest army of the European Allies—surrendered within five weeks. According to French premier Paul Reynaud, his forces were like “walls of sand that a child puts up against waves on the seashore.”

  Great Britain was next. The Luftwaffe’s dive-bombers tore into England’s cities. Centuries-old buildings crumbled. “The London that we knew was burning,” one local wrote. “The London which had taken thirty generations a thousand years to build . . . and the Nazis had done that in thirty seconds.” Reporting over CBS radio from London, Edward R. Murrow brought the terror into America’s living rooms. “There are no words to describe the thing that is happening,” he reported on September 18, 1940.

  Suddenly Americans couldn’t help but imagine the destruction of New York, Washington, Los Angeles.

  On October 22, 1940, the White House received a most chilling letter from a Jewish doctor from Baden, Germany, via a refugee activist with contacts inside Nazi-occupied territory. It told of being taken by the Nazis and delivered to a concentration camp, where thousands of Jews were herded “like criminals behind barbed wire.” Five hundred refugees had died already of starvation and pestilence, according to this shocking missive. “If the United States continues to work so slowly the number of dead here is going to increase in a most deplorable manner.”

  In the White House, it began to sink in: the unparalleled depth of Hitler’s evil, and what it would take to defeat him.

  The President crystallized his plan. Hitler was fighting an engineer’s war, and there would be no escaping the maelstrom. To win, Roosevelt would need to harness the complete capacity of American industry—all its resources—in a way never done before and as soon as possible. As one Washington insider, future War Production Board chief Donald Nelson, put it: “The whole industrial strength of the United States, should it be directed toward war-making, would constitute power never dreamed of before in the history of Armageddon. . . . It would be a struggle in which all our strength would be needed—and the penalty for being unable to use all our strength would be the loss of everything we had.”

  During Christmas week of 1940, Roosevelt prepared for the fireside chat he hoped would ignite the nation’s industrial flame. His chief speechwriters, the playwright Robert Sherwood and adviser Samuel Rosenman, moved into the White House so that they could work around the clock on the address. On December 29, from the White House’s Diplomatic Reception Room, the President delivered it flawlessly, the microphones picking up the percussion of his lips and the turning of pages.

  “The Nazi masters of Germany have made it clear that they intend not only to dominate all of life and thought in their own country,” Roosevelt said, using the word “Nazi” for the first time in a public address, “but also to enslave the whole of Europe, and then to use the resources of Europe to dominate the rest of the world.”

  Roosevelt quoted Hitler: “I can b
eat any other power in the world.”

  The President then called upon private industry, the heart of his defense plan:

  Guns, planes, ships, and many other things have to be built in the factories and the arsenals of America. They have to be produced by workers and managers and engineers with the aid of machines which in turn have to be built by hundreds of thousands of workers throughout the land. . . . As President of the United States, I call for that national effort. I call for it in the name of this nation which we love and honor and which we are privileged and proud to serve.

  “We must be,” the President said, “the great arsenal of democracy.”

  In London, as the bombs dropped, civilians could be heard roaring with confidence from basement shelters, empowered by Roosevelt’s words. “When I visited the still-burning ruins today,” Churchill told Roosevelt the next morning, “the spirit of the Londoners was as high as in the first days of the indiscriminate bombing in September, four months ago.”

  In Berlin, Hitler’s propaganda chief Joseph Goebbels scoffed at the American president’s bravado. If the war was going to be a contest of industrial prowess, the Nazis believed they could not be beaten.

  “What can the USA do faced with our arms capacity?” he wrote in his diary. “They can do us no harm. [Roosevelt] will never be able to produce as much as we, who have the entire economic capacity of Europe at our disposal. The USA stands poised between war and peace. Roosevelt wants war, the people want peace. . . . We must wait and see what he does next.”

  PART I

  THE MOTOR CITY