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Fritz Haber: The Scientist who Fed Millions and Fueled Wars

Life is riddled with paradoxes and ironies, a maze of contradictions where triumphs often come hand in hand with tragedy, and progress casts shadows as it illuminates the way forward. It is rarely a straight path; instead, it winds unpredictably through moments of creation and destruction, selflessness and ambition, brilliance and unintended consequence. Few figures embody this complexity more profoundly than Fritz Haber, a man whose scientific genius reshaped the world in ways both profound and catastrophic.

Fritz Haber: A Legacy of Creation and Destruction

Fritz Haber, a name etched into the annals of science and history, is both celebrated and condemned. Known as the “Father of Chemical Warfare”, his legacy is marked by groundbreaking advancements in chemistry that revolutionized agriculture and warfare. Haber’s work embodies the dual-edged nature of scientific progress—capable of sustaining life and facilitating destruction.

The Haber-Bosch Process: Feeding the World

At the turn of the 20th century, the world faced a dire challenge: the need for more food to sustain a rapidly growing population. Agriculture depended on natural sources of nitrogen, primarily derived from guano and nitrates mined in South America. These sources were finite and insufficient to meet global demand.

In 1909, Haber developed a process to synthesize ammonia from atmospheric nitrogen and hydrogen under high pressure and temperature, using an iron catalyst. This method, refined and industrialized by Carl Bosch, became known as the Haber-Bosch process. Ammonia synthesized through this process could be used to produce artificial fertilizers, dramatically increasing agricultural yields.

The Haber-Bosch process is credited with enabling the “Green Revolution,” feeding billions and fueling population growth. Today, nearly half of the world’s population depends on food grown with nitrogen fertilizers derived from this method.

Nitrates and the Prolonging of World War I

Haber’s discovery also had a darker application. During World War I, Germany was cut off from natural nitrate supplies used in explosives due to a British naval embargo. Haber’s process not only ensured Germany’s food production but also allowed the synthesis of nitrates for military use. His work bolstered the German war effort, prolonging the conflict despite material shortages.

The irony of Haber’s legacy is stark: the same chemical process that feeds billions also enabled the production of explosives that killed millions.

Chemical Warfare: The Birth of Modern Atrocities

Haber’s contributions to warfare did not end with nitrates. In 1915, he supervised the first large-scale deployment of chlorine gas at the Battle of Ypres, marking the dawn of modern chemical warfare. Chlorine gas, heavier than air, seeped into trenches, causing horrific injuries and deaths. Over 1,000 Allied soldiers perished in that single attack, and thousands more were incapacitated.

Haber viewed chemical warfare as a necessary evolution of military strategy. He famously stated:

“During peace time, a scientist belongs to the world, but during war time, he belongs to his country.”

This philosophy drove his later work on chemical weapons, including the synthesis of cyanide gas, a precursor to the Zyklon B used by Nazi Germany in World War II to murder over a million people, including Jews in concentration camps.

A Nobel Prize Amidst Controversy

In 1918, Haber was awarded the Nobel Prize in Chemistry for his work on ammonia synthesis, despite widespread criticism for his role in chemical warfare. The award underscored the dual-use nature of scientific discoveries—how innovations can be lauded for their utility while being condemned for their consequences.

Persecution and Exile

Despite his service to Germany, Haber’s life took a tragic turn with the rise of the Nazi regime. Born into a Jewish family, Haber had converted to Lutheranism to integrate into German society. Yet his Jewish heritage made him a target under Hitler’s Third Reich.

Haber was forced to flee Germany in 1933. His family suffered greatly during the Holocaust; several relatives, including extended family, perished in concentration camps. This bitter irony—having contributed to Germany’s military might only to be rejected and persecuted—haunts Haber’s legacy.

Haber died in 1934, an exile from the country he once served so faithfully.

A Complex Legacy

Fritz Haber’s life is a testament to the profound impact of science on human civilization. His innovations in nitrogen fixation have fed billions, while his contributions to chemical warfare have caused untold suffering. Haber embodies the paradox of progress—how knowledge can be wielded for both creation and destruction.

Ultimately, his story is one of ambition, moral complexity, and the inescapable consequences of one’s actions, set against the backdrop of a turbulent century. His legacy challenges us to consider the ethical responsibilities that come with scientific discovery and the enduring impact of our choices.

November 4, 2022

Learning From the Dead: Life Lessons of the Cemetery

A field trip to the Green-wood Cemetery, nestled between bodegas and diners in Brooklyn NY, seemed timely as my own expiration date looms closer as the aging process inexplicably marches on despite my total commitment to sunscreen and healthy eating. Just days from Halloween, the compulsion to explore an iconic burial ground beckoned and detoured me from my previously decided upon destination having been the Brooklyn Museum and Botanical Gardens. My wife and partner appeared dubious. We boarded the Q train for Brooklyn at 72nd street. We disembarked at the Green-Wood Cemetery transit station. Our journey started somewhat inauspiciously upon emerging from the SW exit. I saw signs for the transfer train lines: The D, The N and The R (DNR). Was this a deliberate attempt at macabre humor by the NY Transit Authority? My wife, a fellow physician, recognized the DNR or DO NOT RESUSCITATE acronym in full display as we entered the cemetery from the 36th St. entrance and she chuckled to herself.

Green-Wood unrolled in front of us as we entered the gates and passed the guardhouse on our left. Bucolic best describes the 478 acre land that was dotted with multiple bodies of water, fountains, trees, rolling lawns, massive gravestones and individual family mausoleums constructed with stone, glass and marble. Breathtaking! I briefly stopped at an information kiosk and learned that this South Brooklyn cemetery had been established in 1838 as a burial site for the burgeoning city in which it lies.. As an amateur student of history, I was drawn to the celebrity names of the past promised in the self-guiding map provided. For these departed individuals, the splendor of the mausoleums and monuments of their burial sites broadcast their influence and importance in their past lives.

DeWitt Clinton, 6th governor of New York and father of the Erie Canal, is buried on a green covered hill with a life-sized statue of himself standing on an oversized marble sarcophagus. He gazes over all of Brooklyn with his left hand raised as if shielding himself from the sun to better his view. Commanding!

Boss William Tweed, head of the 19th century corrupt political machine known as Tammany Hall, was prominently interred on Battle Hill, a revered site at Green-wood cemetery because it was the site of George Washington’s battle with the British at the inception of the Revolutionary War. A world class rogue and huckster, Tweed siphoned millions of dollars from construction of the Brooklyn Bridge, Central Park and the Courthouse in Downtown New York.

Among the century old London Plane trees and Dogwoods lies Samuel Morse beneath a Greco-Roman inspired monument. The inventor of the telegraph, classical painter and Morse Code originator had a near perfect record until he advocated for slavery during the Civil War.

While the glamor of the granite palaces marking the famous and infamous in death never failed to impress, I realized that the essence of humanity was to be found in the more modest gravesites. Thousands of small granite tombstones marked those who had served in the Civil War and the World Wars. Rows and rows of tombstones lined the grassy knolls as if the stones were marching in a regimented formation.

Fighting on opposite sides of the Civil War, William and Clifton Prentiss were reunited after sustaining mortal wounds in the same battle and interred together in perpetuity at Green-Wood.

Louis Abel, an electrical engineer serving in the 112th Infantry was stationed behind enemy lines in France during World War I. He writes his brother a letter 13 days before his death:

My dear Brother Eugene: 

As the war goes on and as I come out of each engagement still alive, I think often of those at home and wonder if I will ever see them again. You are all in my thoughts continually when I have time to think of other things besides the continual shellfire and fighting. My nerves have been sorely tried and many officers and men have lost out completely due to nervous strain making them useless. I sincerely hope all is well with you and yours. Love to all and may God who watches over us all bring us together again.

Lovingly your brother, Louis

Charlotte, a 17 year old girl on the verge of becoming a married woman, was accidentally killed in a carriage accident in 1844. She is interred next to her fiance who took his life in complete and utter grief over her unexpected death. Do-Hum-Me, an 18 year old Sac and Fox Nation Indian woman, was brought to the East in 1843 from her native lands in Iowa by her father to negotiate treaties with the federal government. She was hired by P.T. Barnum to perform Indian war dances in his New York theater. Without resistance to Western disease, Do-Hum-Me fell ill and died of an infectious disease. P.T. Barnum was so distraught he paid for her burial and tombstone. Two women, ill-fated for early deaths and thus virtually unknown during their lives, have become well-known and are frequently visited gravesites at Green-wood.

The sky darkens and a late October rain begins to fall. My wife and I open our umbrellas and prepare to depart the cemetery. We are headed back to the subway to return to Manhattan. We cannot help but to reflect on the beauty of the cemetery and the lessons it has taught us: it is the quiet lives of so many who are unsung in the world that reach out to us in the most unexpected places that remind us the importance and beauty of every life.

November 10, 2021

Hope for My Grandson’s Future

The alarm blared at 6:00 AM wakening me from a deep slumber. An early message in retirement is never a good thing, I thought, as I brought up the message icon. Our ‘grandson to be’ had decided to arrive five weeks early. We booked our airline flights to the nation’s capitol and arrived, rumpled and tumbled by the Uber drive over the Potomac, to our hotel off the National Mall.

Too much knowledge can be a dangerous thing, we pondered, as grandparents with 70 lifetime years of pediatric and internal medicine experiences. Lung function, oxygen requirements, surfactant, feeding ability, brain development and infection risk percolated through our collective anxiety. Scientific probability tempered with prayer was the way to dispel these troubling thoughts.

He was born fully formed, loudly screaming and feisty. He entered the Neonatal ICU for warmth, feeding, oxygen and observation time for the next 10 days as we wandered around Washington, D.C. awaiting his discharge and arrival to his parents’ home.

My anxiety was heightened by the present and past of the U.S.A. A man with a train conductor’s hat sat in front of the White House blaring music and chanting, “We are on the train of destruction.” Placards in front of the Capitol declared the illegality of vaccination for union workers. We strolled to our grandson’s future home by passing the Garfield Statue (assassinated president) and Ulysses S. Grant on Horseback (Civil War with 600,000 dead). We continued on past well dressed legislative assistants (struggling to pass much needed infrastructure bills) coming out of the Richard Russell Building. I looked up Richard Russell, who was a former Senator from Georgia who defended Jim Crow and obstructed Civil Rights legislation, and wondered how his name was chosen for an entire building in Washington DC.

Our grandson was thriving, gaining weight and bonding with his parents. Relieved, we passed the time in our nation’s collective warehouse: the Smithsonian Institution. Endowed by James Smithson, a wealthy Englishman who dabbled in chemistry and mineralogy in 1820, who generously donated his inheritance to a country he never set foot in for the cause to advance science and knowledge. The Wright Brothers started their research through the museum’s scientific holdings and solved the heavier than air flight conundrum that baffled the world’s best minds. Lieutenant Commander Philip Van Horn Weems, recruited by Charles Lindbergh to perfect a better aviation navigational system led to an era of safer air travel for all. We saw the art of Saul Bellows documenting urban life in the early 20th century and appreciated the genius of the early neoclassical architects such as James Renwick, Charles Bullfinch and William Thornton who shaped our Capitol and early federal buildings.

At the Library of Congress we saw a portion of the over 800 miles of library stacks and more than 25,000,000 volumes that are available to all Americans that wish to research any topic and can participate in a plethora of summer programs for kids to introduce them to learning and research. This spectacularly beautiful building was full of historical treasures and important information. For example, we learned of the accountability of a democracy, embodied by the Presidential Recovery Act of 1978 that transfers Presidential papers to the public domain after office. This Federal Act was prompted by the willful burning of presidential records by Grover Cleveland, Millard Fillmore and numerous other Commanders-in-Chief.

Throughout our stay in DC we continued our US historical scavenger hunt: we saw the documents of Lincoln establishing agricultural/land grant colleges in the 19th century that created American engineering superiority, the bravery of Harriet Tubman guiding slaves to their freedom through the Underground Railroad and the bigger than life statue of Albert Einstein in front of the National Science Administration accompanied by his proclamation of free thought in his new country and safe harbor away from fascism.

Opportunity, American ingenuity, hard work and the limitless resources of art, science, politics and jurisprudence documented in our nation’s capitol left us truly humbled. The presence of such endless possibility that is freely bestowed upon every American Citizen— in the backdrop of our grandson’s birth— left us in awe and rendered us speechless.

Our grandson graduated from the Neonatal ICU into his home now several ounces heavier, with healthy lungs and an animated disposition. We, as grandparents, are now in the grandstand joyfully watching every moment of his wonderful life. Just knowing that opportunity and choice are around the corner as he grows and prospers in our great country brings us comfort as US citizens and hope for a brighter future for our newest patriot and family member.

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