Wolf Rüdiger Hess: The Life and Death of My Father, Rudolf Hess

“I am convinced that history and justice will absolve my father.”

When my father flew to Scotland on May 10, 1941, I was three-and-a-half years old.

As a result, I have only very few personal memories of him in freedom. One of them is a memory of him pulling me out of the garden pond. On another occasion, when I was screaming because a bat had somehow got…