Another such weapon was the Free University of Berlin, which was founded in the American sector in the borough of Dahlem in 1948 as an alternative to the Communist-controlled Humboldt University on Unter den Linden. (Two years earlier, the British had reopened the Technische Hochschule as the Technische Universität.) It was a group of dissident students from the Berlin University who convinced the Americans to reverse their earlier closing of all higher education institutes in their sector and to sanction the new school. The hope of the Free University’s founders was that it would become a model for higher educational reform throughout Germany, and to that end it allowed unprecedented student participation in university governance, promoted closer relations between students and faculty, and outlawed dueling fraternities, which were seen as a legacy of the authoritarian past. The “Berlin Model” in higher education never caught on elsewhere, however, and eventually it faded at the Free University itself. Despite its name, moreover, the Free University in its early days was anything but free of ideological bullying. It fostered its own political orthodoxy, a strident anti-Communism. (Later, from the mid-1960s through the 1970s, the school would become just as doctrinaire in its neoleftist stance.)
The French brought more sophistication and knowledge to the business of cultural tutelage in Berlin than the Anglo-Americans, though they could often be just as high-handed. Watching her countrymen at work in the defeated German capital, Simone de Beauvoir was reminded of the Nazis in Paris during
While each of the four powers planted its cultural seeds in the former Reich capital, hoping to grow a mini version of itself, the Berliners themselves were intent upon returning their city as soon as possible to its pre-Nazi status as a world-class metropolis of the arts. Visiting Berlin in 1946, Stephen Spender was struck by the locals’ hunger for culture and diversion after all the horrors they had just been through. The German capital had reinvented itself often enough in the past, and now it would do so again like a municipal Lazarus rising from the dead. “The strength and the weakness of the Berliners,” Spender observed, “was their feeling that they could begin a completely new kind of life—because they had nothing to begin from.” Using Berlin’s wretched physical conditions as a new frisson, entrepreneurs opened nightclubs and jazz dens in the cellars of bombed-out buildings. Plays were mounted on makeshift stages and operas were performed in torn-up halls. Cabaret made a triumphant comeback and subjected Berlin’s recent horrors to characteristic black humor. The Berlin Philharmonic, now under the direction of the Romanian conductor Sergiu Gelibidache, put on its concerts at the Titania Cinema. On May 25, 1947, Wilhelm Furtwängler, having just survived a humiliating denazification hearing instigated by the Americans, returned to the orchestra’s podium for the first time since the war. For the Berliners, who had seen his trial as an injustice, Furtwängler’s return was a hopeful sign that the city was regaining its cultural clout. “Stay here! Stay here!” they shouted to the maestro after the performance.