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а таким видным военным деятелем Третьего Рейха - "унтерменьш" никак не смог бы стать, к слову говоря

На самом деле мог, примеры были. Гейдрих, Мильх, возможно Канарис.

The rumours of Milch’s Jewish parentage had started in the autumn of 1933.² They were nourished by Milch’s own reticence on the subject, they were believed even by his closest friends like Udet, and they left behind a legend which will live on long after the field marshal’s death. The whole truth was not disclosed even to him until the autumn of 1933, after Göring had first mentioned the rumours to him. In Nazi Germany, for a state secretary to have partly Jewish blood could have only one consequence. Milch could only reply that he had never heard talk of a Jewish strain in his family before: Anton Milch, who had married Klara Vetter at the end of the 1880s, had been, as we have seen, a naval apothecary; and if in turn Anton’s father had admittedly been called Benno, that was a normal Catholic name at the time.³ But the evidence against Milch could not be overlooked; the allegation was backed up with a dossier including photographs of a tombstone in a Jewish graveyard in Breslau, bearing the one word ‘Milch’.⁴

An investigation was immediately carried out. The unwholesome truth the authorities shortly uncovered was the cruellest blow that any man could have expected. In one sense there was relief, for Milch’s father was unquestionably Aryan; but that was not all, for he was not Anton Milch, and he was not a man whom the Church would ever have accepted as Klara Vetter’s husband. So awful were the implications that Erhard Milch knew that this one fact about his parentage could never be revealed. He concealed it from the author, and when the truth nevertheless emerged from the family papers he asked that the confidence should be respected about his father’s identity. All his life Milch had longed for a father. Anton Milch he had scarcely known. Now the tragedy was complete, for at nearly forty years of age he had identified his real father, a man he had known and admired like no other as a boy, but a man already dead for a quarter of a century.