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This Christmas think of those who cannot enjoy themselves.
Going through some old computer files I came across this and I thought to myself, ‘This is what I am living through at the moment.’
Then I realised I had found it somewhere in 2006. Which is interesting because 2006 to 2018 is a shorter length of time as from 1933 to 1943.
Think about that for a minute, then read what is was I found. I wish I could remember where I found it back in 2006.
It was the formula Hitler used, and it still works today. It is, in fact, the most consistently reliable way for demagogues to gain power. It works because it’s gradual but relentless, and progressively absorbs – and then intimidates or co-opts – both government and the media.
For example, Milton Mayer, an American Jew and writer who extensively interviewed German Jews who survived Hitler’s era in his book They Thought They Were Free, noted that:
What happened here was the gradual habituation of the people, little by little, to being governed by surprise; to receiving decisions deliberated in secret; to believing that the situation was so complicated that the government had to act on information which the people could not understand, or so dangerous that, even if he people could understand it, it could not be released because of national security….
As a friend of Mayer’s noted, and Mayer recorded in his book:
This separation of government from people, this widening of the gap, took place so gradually and so insensibly, each step disguised (perhaps not even intentionally) as a temporary emergency measure or associated with true patriotic allegiance or with real social purposes. And all the crises and reforms (real reforms, too) so occupied the people that they did not see the slow motion underneath, of the whole process of government growing remoter and remoter. …
To live in this process is absolutely not to be able to notice it – please try to believe me – unless one has a much greater degree of political awareness, acuity, than most of us had ever had occasion to develop. Each step was so small, so inconsequential, so well explained or, on occasion, “regretted,” that, unless one were detached from the whole process from the beginning, unless one understood what the whole thing was in principle, what all these “little measures” that no “patriotic German” could resent must some day lead to, one no more saw it developing from day to day than a farmer in his field sees the corn growing. One day it is over his head.
In this conversation, Mayer’s friend suggests that he wasn’t making an excuse for not resisting the rise of the fascists, but simply pointing out an indisputable reality. This, he suggests, is how fascism will always take over a nation.
“Pastor Niemoller spoke for the thousands and thousands of men like me when he spoke (too modestly of himself) and said that, when the Nazis attacked the Communists, he was a little uneasy, but, after all, he was not a Communist, and so he did nothing: and then they attacked the Socialists, and he was a little uneasier, but, still, he was not a Socialist, and he did nothing; and then the schools, the press, the Jews, and so on, and he was always uneasier, but still he did nothing. And then they attacked the Church, and he was a Churchman, and he did something – but then it was too late.”
“Yes,” I said.
“You see,” my colleague went on, “one doesn’t see exactly where or how to move. Believe me, this is true. Each act, each occasion, is worse than the last, but only a little worse. You wait for the next and the next. You wait for the one great shocking occasion, thinking that others, when such a shock comes, will join with you in resisting somehow. You don’t want to act, or even to talk, alone; you don’t want to ‘go out of your way to make trouble.’ Why not? – Well, you are not in the habit of doing it. And it is not just fear, fear of standing alone, that restrains you; it is also genuine uncertainty.
“Uncertainty is a very important factor, and, instead of decreasing as time goes on, it grows. Outside, in the streets, in the general community, everyone is happy. One hears no protest, and certainly sees none. You know, in France or Italy there will be slogans against the government painted on walls and fences; in Germany, outside the great cities, perhaps, there is not even this. In the university community, in your own community, you speak privately to your colleagues, some of whom certainly feel as you do; but what do they say? They say, ‘It’s not so bad’ or ‘You’re seeing things’ or ‘You’re an alarmist.’
“And you are an alarmist. You are saying that this must lead to this, and you can’t prove it. These are the beginnings, yes; but how do you know for sure when you don’t know the end, and how do you know, or even surmise, the end? On the one hand, your enemies, the law, the regime, the Party, intimidate you. On the other, your colleagues pooh-pooh you as pessimistic or even neurotic. …
“But the one great shocking occasion, when tens or hundreds or thousands will join with you, never comes. That’s the difficulty. If the last and worst act of the whole regime had come immediately after the first and the smallest, thousands, yes, millions would have been sufficiently shocked – if, let us say, the gassing of the Jews in ’43 had come immediately after the ‘German Firm’ stickers on the windows of non-Jewish shops in ’33. But of course this isn’t the way it happens. In between come all the hundreds of little steps, some of them imperceptible, each of them preparing you not to be shocked by the next. Step C is not so much worse than Step B, and, if you did not make a stand at Step B, why should you at Step C? And so on to Step D.
“And one day, too late, your principles, if you were ever sensible of them, all rush in upon you. The burden of self-deception has grown too heavy, and some minor incident, in my case my little boy, hardly more than a baby, saying ‘Jew swine,’ collapses it all at once, and you see that everything, everything, has changed and changed completely under your nose. The world you live in – your nation, your people – is not the world you were in at all. The forms are all there, all untouched, all reassuring, the houses, the shops, the jobs, the mealtimes, the visits, the concerts, the cinema, the holidays. But the spirit, which you never noticed because you made the lifelong mistake of identifying it with the forms, is changed. Now you live in a world of hate and fear, and the people who hate and fear do not even know it themselves; when everyone is transformed, no one is transformed. Now you live in a system which rules without responsibility even to God.” …
OK! I Accept that Trump has been elected President of the USA.
I look back into history when another uncomfortable President was elected. Back to the 1960’s.
I cannot see the American establishment, the multinational, military and the intelligence forces allowing him to continue on the path he has plotted in his campaign.
Either he turns into a conventional President or he will not be around to contest the next election.
Whether by a bullet or by an apparently ‘natural’ heart attack, I cannot see him surviving in this environment.
And that will be yet another nail in the coffin for what was once ‘The Greatest Country in the World’.
(No, ASIO, AFP, FBI, NSA, CIA etc , I am not advocating that this should happen. I am suggesting that it is inevitable.)
Some may have wondered just where Ærchie Archive is from. Facebook certainly demanded to know. So here I am.
Where I am from.
I am from ancient European lines, I am from those close to the soil, I am from Cornish farms and deltas in Norfolk, I am from Danish islands and Irish famines, I am from Dickensian crime and Kentish fields, I am from long sea voyages and followed dreams. I am from a land where the seasons are reversed.
I am from teachers and gold-hunting dreamers and brickmakers and convicts, I am from teetotalers and alcoholics, I am from Catholic and Protestant, I am from a dutiful daughter widowed too early and an adventurous runaway son who died too young, I am from being “man of the house” at twelve, I am from being eldest of three boys. I am from shyness.
I am from remote farming homes, I am from reading cereal packs aged three, I am from one-teacher schools, I am from wide and brown fields, I am from understanding science and mathematics, I am from Goon Shows, puns and dictionaries. I am from my insecurities.
I am from working at instead of studying at University. I am from Ice Skating and Cricket and the beds of the nubile, I am from marching for peace, I am from solving the world’s problems at 1am with red and white wines. I am from reading poetry and plays and science fiction. I am from an awe of the universe.
I am from a wife and three children and ten grandchildren, I am from changing skills and lifestyles, I am from mistakes and wrong choices, I am from too much city, I am from my frailties and fears, I am from learning of my place and my family and my history.
I am from learning nothing is settled and no-one is full-grown. I am from finally learning to trust me.
I am from being human.