But on Sept. 5, 1972 at the Munich Olympics, history would not wait. It hastened to crib from one of Sieber’s scenarios virtually horror for horror. The psychologist had submitted to organizers Situation 21, which comprised the following particulars: At 5:00 one morning, a dozen armed Palestinians would scale the perimeter fence of the Village. They would invade the building that housed the Israeli delegation, kill a hostage or two , then demand the release of prisoners held in Israeli jails and a plane to fly to some Arab capital. Even if the Palestinians failed to liberate their comrades, Sieber predicted, they would “turn the Games into a political demonstration” and would be “prepared to die … On no account can they be expected to surrender.” There was only one problem with Sieber’s “situations.” To guard against them, organizers would have to scrap plans to stage the Games they had been planning for years a sporting jubilee to repudiate the last Olympics on German soil, the 1936 Nazi Games in Berlin. The Munich Olympics were to be “the Carefree Games.” There would be no place for barbed wire, troops or police bristling with sidearms. Where Berlin had been festooned with swastikas and totalitarian red, Munich would feature a one-worldish logo and pastel bunting. Where Hitler’s Olympics had opened and closed with cannon salutes and der Fhrer himself presiding, these would showcase a new, forward-looking Germany, fired with the idealism pervading the world at the time. Security personnel, called Olys, were to be inconspicuous, prepared for little more than ticket fraud and drunkenness. The organizers asked Sieber if he might get back to them with less frightful scenarios threats better scaled to the Games they intended to stage. Thirty years later, in his house in the Nymphenburg district of Munich, Sieber recalls all this with neither bitterness nor any apparent sense of vindication. He betrays only the clinical detachment characteristic of his profession. “The American psychologist Lionel Festinger developed the theory of cognitive dissonance,” he says. “If you have two propositions in conflict, it’s human nature to disregard one of them.” With security tossed aside, the Olympics became one big party. Mimes, jugglers, bands and Waldi, the dachshund mascot, gamboled through the Village, while uncredentialed interlopers slipped easily past its gates. After late-night runs to the Hofbruhaus, why would virile young athletes bother to detour to an official entrance when they could scale a chain-link fence only 2 m high? The Olys learned to look the other way. Early in the Games, when several hundred young Maoist demonstrators congregated on a hill in the Olympic Park, guards dispersed them by distributing candy. Hans-Jochen Vogel, who as mayor had led Munich’s campaign to land the Games, today recalls the atmosphere: “People stood on the small hills that had been carved out of the rubble from the war. They could see into some of the venues without a ticket. And then this fifth of September happened. Nobody foresaw such an attack.” Nobody except Sieber. To be sure, he turned out to have been slightly off. Black September commandos climbed the fence about 50 minutes earlier than envisioned in Situation 21. To gain entry to the Israelis’ ground-floor apartment at 31 Connollystrasse, they did not, as Sieber had imagined, have to ignite a blasting compound because they were able to jimmy the door open. But the rest of his details from the commandos’ demands for a prisoner exchange and an airliner; to the eventual change of venue from the Village; even to the two Israelis killed in the first moments of the takeover played out with a spooky accuracy. By the early hours of the next day nine more Israelis were dead, along with five of the terrorists and a Munich policeman, after an oafish rescue attempt at a military airfield in the suburb of Frstenfeldbruck. Following indignant words from the paladins of the Olympic movement, after a little mournful Beethoven, the Games of Munich went on. It’s an article of faith that The Games Must Go On. For the 30 years since, the Olympics indeed, all sports events of any great scale have carried on, even if permanently altered by the awareness that terrorists could again strike. To revisit the Munich attack is to go slack-jawed at the official lassitude and incompetence, and to realize how much has changed. The Munich organizers spent less than $2 million to make their Games secure; in Athens two years from now the Olympic security bill will total at least $600 million, none of which will go toward candy. Says Michael Hershman, a senior executive at Decision Strategies, a U.S. security consulting firm that has been involved in five Olympics: “Over the years Munich has served as a model of what not to do in every conceivable way.”
