Authors: David Bodanis
E=mc2 (11 page)
The solution to what was happening inside the nucleus— and so an unveiling of matter's deeper mechanisms, which would finally allow the energy promised by E=mc
2
to emerge—only came in 1938. It was provided by a solitary Austrian woman, sixty years old, stuck on the edge of Europe, in Stockholm; who didn't even speak Swedish.
"I have here . . ." she wrote, "no position that would entitle me to anything. Try to imagine what it would be like if. . . you had a room at an institute that wasn't your own, without any help, without any rights. . . ."
It was a dispiriting change, for just a few months earlier, Lise Meitner had been one of Germany's leading scientists—" our Madame Curie," as Einstein put it. She'd first arrived in Berlin in 1907, an impossibly shy student from Austria. But she'd tried to open up, and quickly became friends with one exceptionally good-looking young man at her university named Otto Hahn. He had an easygoing confidence, a self-teasing Frankfurt accent, and seemed to feel it a personal obligation to put this quiet newcomer at ease.
They were soon sharing a lab in the basement of the chemistry department. They were almost exactly the same age, in their late twenties. He persuaded her to hum two-part harmony songs from Brahms with him, despite her off-key voice. When their shared work was going especially well, she wrote, "[Hahn] would whistle large sections of the Beethoven violin concerto, sometimes purposely changing the rhythm of the last movement just so he could laugh at my protests. . . ." The Physics Institute was nearby, and other young researchers there "often visited us and would occasionally climb in through the window of the carpentry shop, instead of taking the usual way." After working hours, Meitner remained solitary, living in a succession of single rooms, and sitting in the cheapest student seats at concerts she went to by herself. It was only at the lab that she found community.
Otto Hahn and Lise Meitner
CHURCHILL COLLEGE, CAMBRIDE
She was a much better analyst and theoretician than Hahn, but he was bright enough—and sensible enough—to realize this would only be to his good; he had a history of finding excellent mentors. The first joint discoveries of Meitner and Hahn led to their getting a large lab in the new Kaiser Wilhelm Institutes, on what was then the western outskirts of Berlin. There were rural windmills still within sight; a forest a little farther to the west. They were becoming known as an important and trustworthy research team; they contributed to building up a core of indispensable knowledge about how atoms worked; their findings were soon as necessary to consider as those of Rutherford in England.
Through it all, she and Hahn kept their surface formality, carefully avoiding the informal "Du" form of address. In all her letters he was "Dear Herr Hahn." But there can be a special bond this way; a carefully unstated awareness that such dignified formality is blocking the pair off from any deeper links.
In 1912, after four years of working together, with Meitner now age thirty-four, Hahn married a younger art student. Meitner told everyone that it didn't matter. But although she'd never officially dated Hahn, she never dated anyone else in the years after that. There was another young colleague Meitner had been friendly with, James Franck, and she stayed in touch with him for over half a century, even when he got married, and then later when he was forced out of Germany to distant America. "I've fallen in love with you," Franck teased when they were both in their eighties.
"Spat!
(Late!)" Lise laughed.
In World War I, Meitner volunteered in hospitals, including some hellish ones near the eastern battlefields, while Hahn was on assignment with the army. The moral dilemmas of his work with poison gas seemed to bother neither of them. She sent letters regularly: lab gossip, and accounts of swimming trips with Hahn's wife, and occasionally the gentlest description of her hospital work. She also had a little time for research: "Dear Herr Hahn! . . . Take a deep breath before you begin reading. . . . I wanted to finish some of the measurements so that I could . . . tell you a variety of delightful things."
Meitner had filled in one of the last gaps left in the periodic table listing all the elements. The work was her own, but she put both their names on it, and insisted to the
Physikalische Zeitschrift
editor that Hahn's name go first. During their wartime separations she tried not to push him for replies, but sometimes she slipped: "Dear Herr Hahn! . . . Be well, and write, at least about radioactivity. I remember a time very long ago when you would once in a while send a line even without radioactivity."
A little after the war they switched to different labs. By the mid-1920s Meitner headed the theoretical physics division within the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute for Chemistry. She was still shy on the outside, but had become confident in her intellectual work, regularly sitting in the front row with Einstein or the great Max Planck at the most respected theoretical seminars. Hahn was aware he couldn't follow such explorations, and cautiously stuck to more straightforward chemistry. But when Fermi's 1934 advances showed how the neutron might offer an ideal probing tool into the nucleus, Meitner shifted once again, to studies of the nucleus's properties. This meant she could hire Hahn, for chemists were always needed to study the new substances that were being formed.
In 1934 they started working together again, also taking on a recent doctoral student as their assistant, Fritz Strassmann. Hitler had come to power in 1933, but although Meitner was Jewish, and so immediately fired from the University of Berlin, she still was an Austrian citizen. The Kaiser Wilhelm Institutes had its own source of funding, and happily continued paying her as a full staff member.
But in 1938, Germany took over Austria, and Meitner became a German citizen by default. The institute might still be able to keep her on, but it would depend a lot on what her colleagues said. An organic chemist named Kurt Hess had long had a small office at the institute. He was a minor researcher, full of envy, and he was one of the first at the institute to become an active Nazi. "The Jewess endangers our institute," he began to whisper, to anyone who would listen. Meitner heard this from one of her ex-students, who had remained loyal. She talked it over with Hahn. Hahn went straight to Heinrich Horlein, the treasurer of the organization that funded the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute for Chemistry.
And Hahn asked Horlein to get rid of Meitner.
To say that people have been charming, as Hahn had been all his life, is simply to say that they've developed a reflex to do what will put the individuals around them at ease. It says nothing about their having a moral compass deeper than that. Hahn may have been slightly troubled by what he was doing to his old colleague: "Lise was very unhappy now that I had left her in the lurch." But most other German physicists did what the new government wanted them to, and many of Hahn's past students, pro-Nazi, were in positions of power as well. They—more than she—were the people he was increasingly working with now, the ones he needed to please.
He helped her a little bit with the details of leaving, but it's unclear how much Meitner understood in the shock. From her diary: "Hahn says I should not come to the Institute anymore. He has, in essence, thrown me out."
By the time she'd settled in Stockholm, in August 1938, Meitner didn't mention to anyone else what Hahn had done. Instead, almost by reflex, she just remained involved from a distance with the work she had been leading. With Strassmann and Hahn's help, she'd been guiding the streams of slowed neutrons into uranium, the heaviest of all naturally occurring elements. Since neutrons slipped into and then stuck within the nuclei they hit, everyone expected that the result would be some new substance, even heavier in weight than the uranium they started with. But try as she and the researchers in Berlin might, they couldn't clearly identify whatever new substances they were creating.
Hahn, as ever, seemed the slowest to grasp what was happening. Meitner met him, in neutral Copenhagen in November, and after he admitted he didn't have a clue, she sent him back with clear instructions for more experiments. He just had to use the top-quality neutron sources and counters and amplifiers she'd assembled, and which were still in place in their lab, right where she'd left them. The mail was so quick between Stockholm and Berlin that she could even talk him through the steps. "Meitner's opinion and judgment carried so much weight with us in Berlin," Strassmann recounted later, "that we immediately undertook the necessary . . . experiments." However much she was wounded, at least she could continue with the work that had been her focus for years.
Meitner suggested they keep an eye out for variants of radium that might be produced in the long bombardment process that had started with uranium. (Radium is a metal with a nucleus almost as massive as that of uranium. Both are so overstuffed with neutrons that they regularly end up spraying out radiation.) At this stage it was just a hunch, based on similarities between the two metals, and the fact that they were so often found together in mines.
But it meant that the broader effects of E=mc
2
were, finally, about to appear.
Monday evening
in
the lab
Dear Lise!
. . . There is something about the "radium isotopes" that is so remarkable that for now we are telling only you. . . . Perhaps you can suggest some fantastic explanation. . . . If there is anything you could propose that you could publish, then it would still in a way be work by the three of us!
Otto Hahn
They had been using ordinary barium as something of an adhesive in the lab, to gather the fragments of neutron-loaded radium. Once the barium had done that job, it was collected with acids and then rinsed away. The problem now, though, was that Hahn could not get it to separate. Some of the barium that was left always seemed to have tiny bits of something radioactive stuck to it.
He and Strassmann were at a loss. "Meitner was the intellectual leader of our team," Strassmann explained. But now she wasn't here. Hahn wrote her again, two days later: "You see, you will do a good deed if you can find a way out of this." They could do no more. The strange result—why couldn't they get the radiation away from the simple barium?—would be up to her to try to work out.
It was nearly Christmas by this time, and a couple who knew that Meitner was alone in Stockholm invited her to stay at a hotel in their vacation village of Kungälv, on the west coast of Sweden. A nephew of hers whom she'd always liked, Robert Frisch, was in Copenhagen, and on Meitner's suggestion, the couple invited him too.
Meitner had first really come to know her nephew when he'd been an eager
science
student in Berlin a decade before. They'd often played piano duets together, even though she had trouble keeping up. (Though they'd have fun, translating
Allegro ma non tanto
as "Fast, but not auntie.")
Now Robert was a grown man, and a promising physicist, working at Niels Bohr's institute in Denmark. The first night, arriving late, he was in no condition for discussing science. The next morning, when he came down to the ground-floor restaurant at their hotel, he found his aunt puzzling over Hahn's letter. The barium they had added was showing such persistent radioactivity— so much spraying out of energy streams—that she and the researchers in Berlin couldn't help but wonder why. Had it somehow been created that way during the Berlin experiments?
Frisch suggested that it was just a mistake in Hahn's experiment, but his aunt waved that aside. Hahn was no genius, but he was a good chemist. Other labs made mistakes. Not hers. Frisch didn't take much convincing. He knew she was right.
They stayed at the breakfast table while Frisch ate, talking it over. The experiment that Meitner had suggested to the Berlin crew could be explained if the uranium atom had somehow split apart. A barium nucleus is about half the size of a uranium nucleus. What if the barium they were detecting was simply one of the big halves that had resulted? But by everything nuclear physics had been showing—all the work from Rutherford on up—that should be impossible. There are over 200 particles inside a uranium nucleus, all those protons and neutrons. They were stuck together with what is known as the strong nuclear force, an exceptionally powerful nuclear glue. How could a single incoming neutron break through every one of those bonds, to tear off a huge chunk? You don't throw a simple pebble at a large boulder and expect the boulder to break in half.
They finished breakfast, then went for a walk in the snow. Their hotel wasn't far from a forest. Frisch put on skis, and offered to help his aunt with a pair for herself, but she declined ("Lise Meitner made good her claim," Frisch wrote, "that she could walk just as fast without").
No one had ever chipped off more than a fragment from a nucleus. They were confused. Even if an incoming neutron had hit some sort of weak point, how could dozens of protons be pulled off in one impact? The nucleus wasn't built like a rocky cliff that could break in half. It was supposed to remain intact for billions of years.
