Food (and Indigestion) for Thought

Yesterday evening I attended a presentation by an analyst from the George C. Marshall Foundation.  They’re the outfit that was (of course) named after General of the Army George C. Marshall — to date the only professional military officer to receive, deservedly, the Nobel Peace Prize — and the purpose of which, in addition to preserving the documentary legacy of the man, his times, and his activities, also is to perpetuate Marshall’s legacy of magnanimity, cooperation, and commitment to the practicalities of creating those domestic and international structures and systems which form the framework upon which peace can be built.

If this sounds a bit unusual for an outfit that is not only named for a life-long soldier, but to this day is headquartered at a military college (the Virginia Military Institute), you really ought to read a bit more about Marshall.  For an officer who was scrupulously non-political (at least in his dealings with his civilian masters in FDR’s White House and in Congress), he was acutely sensitive to the fundamental political nature of the American military.  Again, that’s not a contradiction.  FDR famously addressed everyone by his first name.  These days it’s become fashionable because it’s considered egalitarian; perhaps it is, when everyone calls everyone by his first name.  But of course no one called FDR “Franklin”; his assumption of the prerogative was therefore diminishing to the addressee.  It’s a gentler form of the same method vulgarly practiced by LBJ in appearing naked in front of men he wished to intimidate.  In any event, FDR tried that business on with Marshall, who replied, “It’s ‘General Marshall,’ Mr. President.”  Congress recognized in him someone who was so straightforward with it he could appear before a committee, explain what he needed, and he was accepted at his word.  Mostly.  Once a particular senator from Missouri who headed an eponymous committee to investigate fraud, waste, and abuse in the war effort got to poking around in areas that weren’t exactly public.  Marshall got wind of it and put the word out that Senator Truman was simply not to be told certain things.  But it was Marshall who realized, and was greatly concerned about, the disruptions to American civil society that threatened from a long war.  He understood that an American wartime military must be a political expression of its society.  This directionality of the relationship was in contrast to, for example, the Soviet Union or Germany, in which civil society (to the extent they even had any left) was an adjunct to, and formed by, the military.  It was Marshall who looked Winston Churchill in the face and told him, with respect to some cock-eyed proposal to invade Rhodes, “Not one American soldier is going to die on that goddam beach.”  And finally, it was Marshall who put his credibility behind the effort to re-build the societies destroyed by the war, in a way that hadn’t been tried after the first go-round.

Truman it was who described Marshall as “the great one” of his era.  When you look at his breadth of comprehension and his iron-clad character it’s hard to disagree much with that statement.

In any event, the topic of yesterday’s presentation was the Ukrainian situation and its implications for Europe and Europe’s relationship with the U.S.  The presenter is a German lawyer with a Ph.D. from Harvard, and extensive experience as a reporter/analyst not only in Europe but also in central Africa.  She was in Rwanda in 1994, within weeks after the genocide.  And so forth.  Very impressive C.V., all in all.  She’s now based in the foundation’s Berlin office.

Her take on the situation is that the Ukraine represents the gravest crisis for the West since the break-up of the Soviet Union in the early 1990s.  Putin is trying to re-establish, not the Soviet Union, but rather the Soviet sphere of influence.  That effort is bound to de-stabilize not only the countries targeted (especially Belarus, Moldova, the Ukraine) but also Russia itself.  This is principally because, as she phrased it, other than a pile of cash, Russia’s not got any of the things needed to make the program work over time.  Once the cash is gone, and it will go (she didn’t mention the fracking revolution, but that technology may be the deadliest threat to Putin, even moreso than any nuclear deterrent), they’ve got nothing.  Their demographics are headed for societal implosion.  Their education system is awful.  Their economy is awful.  Their healthcare system is awful.  Their transportation system is awful.  Over everything lies the suffocating blanket of corruption.  And on and so forth.  For the long haul — she predicted “a generation” of turmoil in Eastern Europe — she was pretty sanguine.  Didn’t seem to think military action likely.  I wish I could join her in her optimism.  When someone is playing against long odds, as Putin is, the only way he wins the game is on a long shot.  With each gamble that doesn’t pan out, his objective motivation to double down increases because the aggregate odds against him increase with each lost bet.  There’s a reason, after all, why Germany’s and Japan’s losing phases of their wars got so vicious.

Another of the threads of her presentation, and of her responses to some specific questions afterwards, was the current state of the German-American relationship.  Once more, she had a fairly positive take on the connections at the policy-maker level, although she was pretty up-front that the NSA spying revelations had badly shaken people in Berlin.  She also shared something that I hadn’t thought of.  She allowed that a very great deal of “public” comment in newspapers and other mass media, including specifically the internet, is and is known to be bought-and-paid-for trolling.  Propaganda, in other words.  Beyond citing her connections inside German media she didn’t describe how this is known to be.  It certainly is possible; George Soros and his fellow left-extremists maintain several operations here in the U.S. who monitor various public-forum communications and regularly flood the waves, so to speak, with astroturf outrage.  The Occupy “movement” was little more than astroturf in the streets.  So it can be done.

One thing she also mentioned, and which got me to thinking (difficult, I know), was her observation that for many years America has been a foil for the streak of Romantic idealism that is so strong in German culture and politics.  Years ago while studying in Germany I took a lecture course in American colonial history.  The professor’s particular specialty was colonial New England history.  It was fascinating to see an outsider’s take on one’s own world.  One of the points he made, several times during the course, was the extent to which Puritan idealistic sensibilities still inform American society and especially its politics.  So when our presenter yesterday evening mentioned the repulsive aspects of the German view of America (as opposed to its simultaneous attractive aspects) as being rooted specifically in German idealism, the thought struck me that what you’ve got is competing idealistic sensibilities, and I wondered to what extent their incongruity traces back to the distinctions in the religious traditions that gave rise to them (Pietism on the one hand and Puritanism on the other).  I wonder if anyone’s ever looked at it from that angle, and if so what their conclusions were.  Sort of like neighboring families who’ve been picking at each other so long no one even remembers what it all started about, it would be amusing to tease out whether we’re grousing over two religious traditions that go back over 300 years.

I just wish I could feel as confident in the long-term future as she seems to.  My boys are 12, 10, and 8.  That “generation of turmoil” our presenter sees on the horizon will consume their childhoods and young adulthoods.  And it may consume them, depending on how badly the parties miscalculate.

Department of Everything Old is New Again

Yesterday in Vienna the results of a survey study were published.  Those polled were Austrians over age 15.  They were asked their opinions about a number of things, including You Know What.

First, the good news.  Eighty-five percent agreed with the statement “democracy is the best form of government.”  Remember that number: 85%.  Thirty percent agreed with the proposition that the national socialist era (in Austria, at least) brought “only bad” things; another 31% agreed with the position that it brought “mostly bad” things.  Those two groups strongly correlated with whether the particular respondent had a “Matura” (the equivalent of the German Abitur, which is a level of academic challenge and achievement most Americans aren’t exposed to until their junior year in college, if then), and with whether the respondent had an overall optimistic view of his economic future.  The further good news is that the combined 61% who saw either primarily or exclusively bad things in the 1938-45 years represents an increase from 51% in 2005.  So in nine years we’ve seen a 19.6% increase in the proportion of People Who Get It.

But, lest one get too congratulatory, 36% of the respondents agreed that the Nazi era brought “both good and bad” with it (the write-up doesn’t make clear whether the survey included questions to tease out the responsive question, “For whom?”).  I mean, I can partly understand at least the ethnic Germans figuring that, since the Anschluß ousted a government that was scarcely democratic or representative, and in fact was first cousin to the authoritarian state to the north, all they did was trade one thug for another.  On the other hand, it’s not as though Austria was poised for war in March, 1938, or that its military had been given instructions similar to those received (with blanched face and sweaty palms) by the German high command in November, 1937.  And it’s not as though pre-Hitlerian Austria was already rounding up and persecuting its Jews.

What’s alarming is that 3% of the respondents agreed that the national socialist era brought “primarily good” to Austria.  I guess all you can do is observe that there’s one in every crowd, and in fact, it seems, at the rate of 3 per 100.

More disturbingly, 56% agreed that it is time to “end the discussion of the Second World War and the Holocaust.”  Yeah, because talking too much about a monstrous crime in which your society played a leading role makes it so much less likely that someone else will go goose-stepping down your path.  American chattel slavery ended 150 years ago next spring.  Scholars are still parsing through the surviving records and evidence and still finding new facets to explore, new insights to gain, new lessons with resonance for human relationships in the 21st Century.  The twelve years of national socialism left incomparably greater documentary residue, and the Last Pertinent Question on the war and its implications for humanity isn’t likely to be asked or answered in my lifetime.  But hey! Austria’s Got Talent! or whatever crap they watch over there.

You can to some degree write off that 56%.  Half the human population is of below-average intelligence (that’s not invidious; it’s statistics).  It’s not reasonable to expect that lower half of the curve to have the imagination to suspect the vast scope of the unexplored that remains out there in any field of contemplation as complex as what went down from 1933-45, and in fact the years preceding it and following.  While it sounds callous, you can write them off because there’s no reason to suppose they’ve been listening to the discussion in the first place.

The genuinely alarming data point from this survey is the number — 29% — who agreed that what Austria needs is “a strong Leader who does not need to worry about parliaments and elections.”  Oh dear.

For starts, don’t think that 29% figure is small enough to ignore.  The Nazis themselves in Germany only topped out at 43.9% in their last election (05 March 1933), and that was after they’d taken power, after the Reichstag fire, after arresting most of the socialist and communist party leadership, and after loosing the Sturmabteilung in its tens of thousands on the streets.

Secondly it gives an idea of how high a proportion of the population (i) seeks its salvation in government action, and (ii) views that action as itself a normative positive value.  As Jonah Goldberg points out in Liberal Fascism, one thing the fascistic parties of Europe (and their leftist sympathizers in America) all shared in common is an express faith in the value of action, forceful action, action that stands for no delays for deliberation.  “Bold, continuous experimentation” (FDR), anyone?

This 29% number suggests that a large proportion of one’s fellows has not contemplated how much easier is it to do harm than good, how much easier it is to un-do good than harm, and finally, how susceptible to the laws of unintended consequences governmental action is.  When Calvin Coolidge’s father was elected to the Vermont legislature, his son, by then a Massachusetts state senator (I’ve slept since I read this, and I don’t think he’d been elected governor yet), wrote him a note.  It was much, much more important, Calvin wrote his father, to thwart bad legislation than it was to pass good.  Calvin Got It.  Wanting a “strong leader” who can “cut through the red tape” and “get things done” without all that pesky give-and-take, all that empty vaporing debate, is strong evidence that one is dealing with someone who simply has not attended to the world around him very carefully.  [Ironically it was Coolidge and Dawes, grinding through the federal budgets line by line, who actually in the literal sense eliminated use of the red tape that had been used to bind government documents.  That anecdote is in Amity Shlaes’s recent biography of Coolidge.]

Finally, 29% thinking what one needs is a strong leader who need not bother with legislatures and elections, while 85% think democracy is the best form of government, suggests that a sizable proportion of the Austrian population is politically schizophrenic.  Guys:  You cannot square those two positions into any relationship other than diametric opposition.  Holding those two thoughts simultaneously and consistently is not possible.

You have to wonder whether the survey designers shoved in questions which, together or in a single question, restated the guts of the Ermächtigungsgesetz (translation here) and then asked the agree/disagree position.  I wonder how many, relative to 29%, would have agreed with the proposition that what Austria needs is legislation that grants the country’s Leader the power to do those certain specific things which the Reichstag granted Hitler in 1933.

When You Make Yourself a Doormat

People will wipe their feet on you.  That advice was given to my mother and her sister by my grandmother decades ago and repeatedly shared with me over the course of my childhood.  In this respect I should observe that my grandmother was the oldest of eleven children.  Her parents wanted her to quit school after 8th grade and go to work in a cigar factory.  She refused and finished high school.  She then worked her way through U of Michigan’s School of Public Health (they and Johns Hopkins were the only two in the country back then) on her knees, as a maid.  At some point she met my grandfather, a World War I veteran and Harvard law grad (I’ve got his diploma, signed by Dean Pound . . . it’s tiny and is printed on what appears to be extremely flimsy paper).  She never lost the edge her youth and young adulthood put on her.

My grandmother was full of good Midwestern German wisdom (which I’ll take over Sonia Sotomayor’s any day), a great deal of which got shared with me over the years.  Expressions like “tarted up like Mrs. Astor’s cab-horse” and “driving your hogs to a poor market,” and of course the old chestnut, “if you don’t take care of what you have, you’ll never have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.”  Or the Depression-era “Use it up; wear it out; make it do; do without.”  The title and opening line of this post were another one.

All of which is an introduction to an article which appeared recently in the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung.  It’s a report on a letter written by a young female police officer in Bochum, in the Ruhr Valley area.  It’s not as bad there as it once was, when the Krupps and the Thyssens ruled the roost and it was hard to see the ground from an airplane at 5,000 feet on an otherwise “clear” day (there’s a distressing picture in Wm. Manchester’s The Arms of Krupp, taken of Essen from the air, and you can’t see much beyond smokestacks poking through the gloop).  It’s not even as bad as when Günther Wallraff went undercover as a Turkish immigrant in Ganz Unten.  But it’s still a pretty grim part of the world.  And as is typical of most grim parts of the world, those strata of society that are dysfunctional, fractured, marginal, and unstable drift there.  In Europe that means, most prominently among other groups, Muslim immigrants; specifically, it means unassimilated Muslim immigrants.  We’ve all heard about the no-go zones in London and other large British cities, and we recall the news video of the Paris suburbs burning for days on end.  Germany’s got its share of such problems.

Here in the United States we’ve got our own immigration problems.  What makes America’s immigration issues different from Europe’s is that a great deal of our dynamics of non-assimilation is driven by the fact that the immigrants are here illegally.  Because they’re here illegally they dare not — in many respects could not even if they wanted to — approach the formalities of American life and integrate into larger society.  This is ironic, of course:  Illegal immigrants are all over the place, living in plain sight, and yet through conscious policy choices of administration officials they are not “seen.”  The immigrants understand that could change in a heartbeat.  It is precisely the same logic which leads gun owners to resist things like registration.  “Oh, we’re not wanting to take your guns; we just want to gather data.”  Right.  And what happens when the Powers That Be decide to do something more than just gather data?  The illegal immigrants know that all it would take would be an administration that decided to enforce the law and suddenly having that fixed address and being on the property tax rolls becomes not a badge of acceptance, of success, of having got on the train at last and heading forward.  It becomes a how-to-find-me-and-send-me-back-where-I-risked-my-life-to-flee.  Ditto the bank account; ditto the health insurance policy.  And so forth.

So here in the United States we have created politically and legally a ghettoization of a group of immigrants.  Let’s be honest about this:  For many players in the market and in politics the existence of this 10-plus million strong marginalized, vulnerable group of people suits them just jim dandy.  Because the continuation of their presence here is dependent on the government’s conscious policy choice not to go after them, they are beholden to whatever party <cough, cough!> promises to continue that policy.  And so they turn out in droves, carrying signs many of them can’t read, all pre-printed by sundry astro-turf “community organizers,” to boost one particular party.

By remaining unassimilated the illegal immigrants remain deprived of the language of commerce, of advancement, of the knowledge of how to navigate the paths to prosperity that seem to be found so readily by legal immigrants of all groups (including the legal immigrants from the same countries as the illegals).  They are therefore dependent upon the mountebanks within their own ranks to “represent” them to the other side of that artificially created and maintained divide.  This dependence produces political power and money for those hucksters.  [There is a reason that so-called “bi-lingual education” has always been popular with the immigrant political class and — historically at least — extremely unpopular with the actual immigrant parents themselves.  They know exactly what the score is, and most of them understand that “bi-lingual education” means “we’re going to keep your children illiterate in the language of the place where they live, so that they too will remain poor, vulnerable, and dependent on us.”]

By remaining unassimilated the illegal immigrants are self-outlawed.  “Outlawry” in olden times was not what it has come to be viewed as today.  Today when we describe someone as an “outlaw” we think of someone who does as he pleases, usually violently and flagrantly, and keeps on doing it until he’s caught.  At which point he suddenly becomes very keen on upholding the processes and substance of the law, at least insofar as presumptions of innocence, due process, right to counsel, right to confrontation of witnesses, and prohibiting cruel and unusual punishments are concerned.  Suddenly our brazen “outlaw” who professed contempt for all us milque-toast drudges in our daily slavery to The Man becomes the most law-abiding, upstanding citizen among us.  Back in the day an “outlaw” was someone who had been formally placed beyond the protection of the law.  It was a judicial sentence to be Cain, but without God’s mark to protect.  As Cain feared would be the case with him, every man’s hand was raised against the outlaw and he had no recourse.  Welcome to the world of an illegal immigrant.  Your boss decides he’s going to pay you $3.75 an hour?  Yeah, go report him to the Department of Labor.  You’ll be on the next bus to Tijuana.  Missing OSHA-mandated safety equipment?  Tell that to the sheriff’s deputies who are there to arrest . . . you.  Don’t like working a fourteen-hour day?  How long are you going to have to work when they send your butt back home?

In Europe, and especially in Germany, the problem isn’t illegal immigration.  They’re all there, more or less, according to law.  In fact in Germany many of them are the descendants of immigrants who were invited (I’m tempted to say “lured”) to what was then West Germany, way back when the post-World War II labor shortage was beginning to pinch.  Huge numbers of those earlier immigrants and their descendants have melted into the fabric of German society.  Many more of the recent arrivals haven’t.  And they have no interest in assimilating.

From what I see in the news, a parallel society is developing, a society in which, if you’re Muslim, you live by different rules than the surrounding society.  If you get cross-ways with someone else, you settle your differences outside the ordinary processes of the law.  If someone seriously transgresses, he is punished, not by the lawfully constituted authorities but rather by what amounts to elders.  That is, of course, unless his victim’s clan gets to him first.

That’s what this police officer was writing about.  She herself is of Greek ancestry, but was born and grew up in Germany.  The article doesn’t say when her people came to Germany.  She went to the Gymnasium, graduated, and became a police officer.  She’s got ten years’ service under her belt.

She was called to respond to an incident (the article doesn’t say of what sort) and the Turkish man who had called the police refused to deal with her.  He insisted on dealing with a male police officer.  That’s precious.  Law enforcement as à la carte menu.  Her experience that day was just another in a long line.  According to her letter, she and her colleagues are daily confronted with immigrant perps, mostly Muslim, who “do not have the slightest respect” for the police.  Apparently she gets to see it from both sides.  To the Turks she’s just another German cop; but even though born in Germany, she’s still first-generation, and cannot but feel awkward when so much of the public disorder is identifiably associated with immigrants, at least some of whom are like herself first-generation.

“Where have we got to?” she asks in her letter, “Have we gone so far that the German police and the state have negatively to adapt themselves, and we have, in certain life- or duty-situations, to give up our democratic understanding?”  In her experience gentleness does not work with these people, who have “zero respect” for the police and for German law in general.  Only “earnest” sanctions, such as fines, reduction or withdrawal of public assistance, or prison will get their attention.  Public assistance?  Yep; in Germany, as in France and Britain, the same dynamic plays out that we got to see with the Tsarnaev brothers in Boston:  Those who would destroy the state, violently, are in fact generally to be found in the hand-out line.

At the risk of understatement, this police officer’s letter, written to her trade union magazine, struck a chord with her colleagues.  “Countless” (so the FAZ) of her fellow officers responded to her letter, the overwhelming majority of them with sympathy and praise.  And of course their own stories.  Among them are it seems not a few of supervisors advising line cops not to file complaints for insults, physical resistance, or bodily injury from immigrant perps.  It just causes trouble is the philosophy.

In October, 2010 Chancellor Angela Merkel came right on out and said it:  the mutli-cultural experiment has been “an absolute failure.”  So what gives?  Although he was dismissed from the Bundesbank for his troubles, Thilo Sarrazin’s 2010 book Deutschland schafft sich ab (Germany Does Itself In), in which he made the mistake of pointing out that, among all immigrant groups, the Muslims accounted for the overwhelming proportion of demands on the state’s welfare and criminal-justice systems, found deep resonance among the population at large (the link is to Der Spiegel’s English-language site, and is an article that pre-dates his firing).  What is the source of the disrespect, if a large majority of the ethnic German population takes umbrage at the Muslim immigrants’ attitude?

I’m going to suggest that the Muslims’ actions are a rational response to the world they see around themselves.  Our letter-writing police officer hints at the root of the problem:  The consequences of lawless behavior are not such as will gain the respect of someone who does not share an innate sense of respect for Law in general.  It’s not hard to understand, really.  As my mother used to explain it to me when I was a child, “You can do the right thing for the right reason, or you can do it for the wrong reason.  The right reason is that it’s the right thing to do.  The wrong reason is that I will wear you out if don’t do it.  So you’ve got a choice; you can do it for the right or the wrong reason.  But you’re going to do it.”

What’s happened across Western society is we’ve watered down the second half of my mother’s choice.  Sure, it’s not uniform.  Here in the United States, or in at least some parts of them, we actually do physically punish people who step out of line.  We make them go live in confined quarters with unpleasant people, live under the constant watch of people who get to tell them what to do, and we make them do it for years on end.  But even that degree of punishment is watered down.  Go find someone who’s worked as a prison or jail guard, and ask them what it’s like to work there.  Having urine thrown in your face is a common experience; so also is the experience of seeing the guy who threw it essentially get a pass.  Elsewhere in Western society, if you look at the sentences for what any reasonable person would describe as heinous crimes, it’s laughable.  Or, rather, it would be laughable if it weren’t so pathetic.  The FAZ routinely reports sentences of five years or less for stuff that falls into the bury-him-under-the-jail category.  In fact, it’s not unusual to see reported sentences for property crimes exceed those for homicide.  What?

How seriously a system takes its rules can be measured by the consequences for their violations.  If in a baseball game you swing a bat at anything but a baseball, you get ejected.  Bet on baseball and your career is over.  Forever.  Ask Pete Rose.  In football, if you put your helmet down and spear the quarterback, you’re going to get to peel several thousand dollars off your hip and it’s going to be a while before they let you play again.  When the salary differential for starting players and bench-riders is as large as it is in professional sports, losing that starting slot even for a few weeks can make millions of dollars of difference to your career.  In Texas, if you kill someone in cold blood, or while committing a violent felony, they’ll sentence you to die.  And they’ll actually strap you down and kill you.  At West Point (at least at one time this was true) if you got caught telling a lie, or lifting someone’s property from his desk, or cribbing on an exam, you were standing out in front of the front gates within 24 hours.  Those institutions took their rules seriously.

Why should a group of outsiders, who choose to remain outsiders, have greater respect for a system of rules than that held by the “insiders”?  Historically Germans have nurtured a famous cultural awe of Rules.  It’s got them (and most of Europe) in hot water over the years.  It’s still there, too.  But it’s certainly not genetic, which is to say that human nature in Germany isn’t, over the long run, going to turn out to be materially better or worse than anywhere else.  And that means that, unless the Germans are willing to make a conscious effort to do so, people there will be little better than they ought to, if that.

The robustness of punishment as a back-stop for virtue is that it does not depend for its efficacy on any action or attitude from its object.  Or at least not on anything more complex or variable than aversion to pain and suffering.  “Rehabilitation” as a penal principle requires you to assume that (i) it’s possible, and (ii) a particular criminal is willing to be rehabilitated.  Relying on ordinary mortals’ respect for the Law to produce orderliness in society requires you to assume that (i) large numbers of people agree with the Law, and (ii) large numbers of people will willingly comply with the Law even when not directly under the watch of law enforcement.  I will state that those are universally unrealistic assumptions.

I will also state that, in the specific context of Muslim immigrants to Europe it’s not only unrealistic as an assumption, but it’s directly contradicted by the very words and deeds of the immigrants in question.  Large numbers of those immigrants view Western society, its pluralistic values, its permissive approach to individual behavior, and its tolerance of dissent with nothing short of contempt.  They not only don’t respect the Law as they find it in Germany; they hate it.  And if they can observe that their flaunting of it will result in no physical or financial consequences for them, why on earth should they not flaunt it?

The Blogfather has repeatedly observed, in connection with the different treatment of Christians versus militant Muslims by the Western legacy media, that the central point of distinction is that Muslims will slice the throats of those who offend their sensibilities while Christians do not.  As he’s also frequently observed, incentives work, even perverse incentives.  Over millions of people and across countless trillions of individual decisions made daily, you get more of what you reward or don’t punish, and less of what you punish or don’t reward.

Western society has lain down, and Islam is proceeding to wipe its feet.  Can we be surprised?

On a final note, I’ll observe that one of the ironies of Germany’s situation arises from, of course, its particular history.  The whole point of the Nuremberg Laws was legally to exclude Jews from German society.  It was their policy that Jews could not be Germans.  This was even though by 1933 the Jews were highly assimilated (in fact, by World War I the majority of marriages among German Jews were exogamous).  There’s a wonderful if sad book, The Pity of It All, which follows German Jewry from 1743 to the Nazi take-over in 1933.  Prussia emancipated its Jews in the 1780s.  Just 150 years later all the progress was obliterated.  Nowadays they want these Muslim immigrants to become “German,” and it’s the immigrants who spit in their faces.

Chastised with Scorpions

Some weeks ago I ran across what was the beginnings of a book review, by Ta-Nehisi Coates in The Atlantic. I say “beginnings” because as he says, he only made it (listening in MP3 format) partway through one of the early chapters before he had to stop. As strong a stomach for portrayals of evil as he claims to have, he confesses himself revolted beyond endurance.

The book is Bloodlands: Europe Between Hitler and Stalin, Timothy Snyder’s 2010 history of a particular part of Europe during a very special period in its history. The “bloodlands” Snyder describes consist of the western rim of the Soviet Union (with reference to its pre-1945 borders), Poland, the Ukraine, and the Baltic republics of Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania. This part of the world, largely cut off from the consciousness of the rest of the Western understanding first by war and societal collapse, then by revolution and civil war, then by war again, and finally by the Iron Curtain, got to experience its very own special kind of hell from the late 1920s to the late 1940s. During twelve of those roughly 20 years both Hitler and Stalin were in power, and both turned their blood-soaked attentions to it. 

Until comparatively recently few in Western Europe and fewer in the United States have known more than the bare outlines of what happened in the bloodlands, and even since the Soviet collapse the act of memory remains burdened by the purpose of memory, by which is largely meant the political purpose of memory. In terms of Getting the Story Out there were just too many people who had every reason to un-make the history. The only Western Europeans with any sort of broad personal exposure to what happened there – the Germans, both military, quasi-military, and civilians (even women civilians) – were understandably reluctant to call attention to what they did and saw in the bloodlands. The communists were likewise perpetrators on a grand scale, and thus for decades the white-washing of communist crimes by the Western intellectual elite confined their understanding of Stalin’s crimes to his purge of the Party in 1937-38 (Solzhenitsyn deals extensively with the myopia of the True Believers, as he calls them; for them the other millions of victims of the Great Terror just didn’t – and to this day don’t – pop up on the screen).  It’s not just the perps who have re-purposed the era, either. Even among the populations from whom the victims came, the martyr cult has been forced into a nationalist understanding of what happened and why. 

Just what did happen? The book opens with scenes from the destruction of the kulaks and the collectivization of Soviet agriculture. First came the “destruction of the kulaks as a class.”  And who was a kulak?  Anyone we say.  If you have two cows: you’re a kulak.  If your family has carefully tended its field for decades so that you produce more than the vodka-soaked farmer down the lane: you’re a kulak.  If you loaned a neighbor a few rubles to put a crop in this year: you’re a kulak.  A good proxy expression for “kulak” is “successful peasant.”  That’s important, because in the Russian village no less than anywhere else, it’s the successful to whom people look for leadership.  Those “kulaks” were not only in themselves objectionable from a class standpoint, they were also points around which resistance to Stalin’s further plans might coalesce. 

The “kulaks” thus had to be destroyed.  There were so many “kulaks” that it wasn’t even possible to shoot them all.  So what Stalin did was swoop down and pack the able-bodied men off to camps, then come back and sweep up the now-defenseless women and children to become “special settlers.”  Understand that these “special settlements” consisted of shoving the dispossessed farmers out of a train somewhere in Siberia, in a strange climate, with neither cattle nor seed corn nor farming tools, and telling them to (in an old white trash expression) “root hog or die.”  Hundreds of thousand did exactly that: die of cold, of starvation, of desperation.

Collectivization seems to have been an orthodox communist ideological policy of Stalin’s. He’s allowed Lenin’s New Economic Policy to run as far as he was going to, and dammit now we were going to embrace communism. That collectivization directly breached the Bolsheviks’ promise to the peasantry of land reform was immaterial. As Snyder points out in several places, the practice of “dialectics,” which in plain English means “the truth is what I say it is at this moment, without prejudice to my ability to declare its opposite ten minutes from now,” is a key to understanding the minds of the Soviet (and leftist in general) leadership.  So the remaining peasants were run off their land, by raw physical coercion or regulatory suppression (such as by denying permission to purchase seed), and forced into an agricultural factory (sorry, lefties, but “agri-business” is not an invention of Monsanto or Archer Daniels Midland).

While collectivization of agriculture was a Soviet-wide policy, there was more at play in the Ukraine than just a turn away from the Right Deviationists and a lunge towards Socialism in One Country.  The Ukraine was not only the Soviet Union’s breadbasket but also the home of Russia’s traditional belligerent cousins. If collectivization was going to succeed, and if the “national question” was to be solved, then the Ukraine had to be subdued. Conveniently this also meshed with the economic needs of the Soviets, as grain and lumber were about all they had (at that time; the phenomenal mineral riches of Siberia had yet to be tapped extensively, although the Kolyma was beginning its flowering into a byword for brutality and hopelessness) that anyone was interested in buying. And so the grain expropriations came. And came. And came. The “law of seven-eighths” (so nicknamed, as Solzhenitsyn reminds us, because of its promulgation on August 7) which criminalized possession of as little as an ear of corn, a moldy potato, or a handful of oats, sent tens of thousands to the Gulag. But more simply died. Stalin shut the peasants in the countryside, closing off the cities and denying the internal passports or the right to buy train tickets which would have been necessary for the peasants to go where there was food. Starving peasants who somehow managed to sneak their way to the cities were, if they survived long enough, shoved back onto trains and shipped right back to the howling wilderness of the countryside. 

By the simple expedients of taking all the food that was grown there and preventing the inhabitants from leaving, Stalin managed very intentionally to starve to death somewhere between 3 and 7 million Ukrainians — the numbers are all over the map — Snyder gives (working from memory here, so forgive me) something like 3.4 million; others, e.g. Robert Conquest, give much higher numbers) in about two years. The terror famine is now known as the Holodomor, and the Russian refusal to acknowledge it remains a sore spot to this day.  Walter Duranty, the NYT’s man in Russia, white-washed it for Western audiences and was rewarded with a Pulitzer, which the NYT has yet to disown.

De-kulakization, collectivization, and the Holodomor were just the start, however. By the late 1930s the Great Terror was in full swing. This is the Stalinist interlude that communists and their Western fellow travelers understand principally as the period during which the Party ate its own. And in truth the Party elites did manage to get thinned out. But even then the thinning was . . . mighty selective. Before it started, for example, the NKVD’s senior leadership was about a third Jewish. By the end it was less than 4% Jewish. And its other non-Russians had mysteriously gone away (for example, the Latvians had been a principal recruiting pool for the early Cheka). Don’t feel too badly for them, though; many of these chappies had zealously played their parts in the grain requisitions from the Ukrainian peasants.

It wasn’t just the Jews who attracted Stalin’s attentions during the purges. He was famously paranoid, and among his most ingrained fears was that of the national minorities. Here his personal demons intersected with communist doctrine.  The proletariat has no nation, no homeland.  Therefore in the dictatorship of the proletariat there can be no nationalities.  Those pesky Central Asian nomadic peoples are just going to have to give up their herds and settle down where the Great Helmsman chooses to put them.  [It’s impossible not to see some parallels between Soviet policy and the American reservation system for its aboriginal tribes.  Of course, in America the individual tribesmen were not compelled to remain with the tribe and settle.  While the tribes as tribes were confined to their reservations, on those reservations they were not forbidden to follow their ancestral ways (disregarding that the buffalo that was the foundation of those ways was nearly exterminated), nor were the tribes as social units extinguished.  Nor was the reservations’ produce expropriated and the people left to make shift.  So there are important substantive differences as well; however, honesty says we must still recognize the similarities.] The Soviet Union was home not only to the Ukrainians but also millions of ethnic Poles, Finns, Latvians, Estonians, Lithuanians, Kazakhs, Crimean Tatars, Koreans, and multiple others. Most of them lived in areas of the Soviet Union that were uncomfortably close to their “homelands,” at least by Stalin’s reckoning. And so he began to address the situation. Some he simply deported as a group, as with the Crimean Tatars, who within the space of a couple of days were shoved into trains and banished to interior. But how do you pack up an ethnic minority the size of Soviet Poles? You can’t. What you can do is shoot as many of them as you figure out a reason to, especially if they’re the kind of people who might be looked up to or take a leadership role among their fellows. Snyder points out that the ethnic minorities of the bloodlands were many times more likely than either ethnic Russians or Soviet citizens overall to die in an executioner’s cellar.

For several years by this point Hitler had been in power and devoting a great deal of thought to what he wanted to accomplish, and where. The over-arching scheme was set forth in the Generalplan Ost, the general plan of transforming the broad Eastern European lands into a land of German agricultural colonists. That those lands were already the homes of several million non-Germans didn’t matter. Some would have to be killed outright, some moved out of the way, some dragooned and worked to death, but many more simply starved. For nearly seven years, though, Hitler couldn’t lay hands on his victims.  And then came the war.

I’ve commented elsewhere on the collusion between Hitler and Stalin in carving up Poland and the Baltic republics.  The dialectics (q.v.) of the situation compelled the Western left to swallow its anger and grief, at least for nearly two years.  During that time the Angel of Death came to visit Poland and the Baltics . . . and settled down, hung up some prints and re-arranged the furniture. 

Where to start?  To the east of the Molotov-Ribbentropp Line, the Soviets set out to decapitate Polish society.  If you were educated, or wealthy, or a priest, or influential, or owned a business, or were an officer, teacher, policeman, professor, scientist, lawyer, prosperous farmer, engineer . . . etc., you were herded up and either deported or more commonly simply shot.  If you survived the shootings you might well yet end up crammed into a frozen cattle car to be deported to the wasteland of the Central Asian steppes.  The Katyn Forest massacre of the 14,000-odd Polish officers is just the best-known small part of a much larger story, one which the Western allies diligently suppressed even when presented with incontrovertible proof of it.  Janusz Bardach’s wonderful Man is Wolf to Man, his memoir of Gulag survival, starts with his experiencing the Soviet occupation of his native Poland.  In the Baltic Republics, Stalin was doing much the same thing: shoot everyone around whom society might coalesce, deport as many of the others as you can herd into the cattle cars, and call it a day.

Meanwhile, over on the other side of the line, Hitler was following a very similar course, although at the outset he wasn’t nearly as organized about it as Stalin.  Uncle Joe had many years and millions more corpses’ experience under his belt, you see.

Then came Barbarossa, the so-close-but-yet-so-far failure to knock the Soviet Union out of the war.  The Germans were taking hundreds of thousands of prisoners at a time.  They had no intention of feeding them at the expense of their own troops, who were told to live off the land.  And so they just herded the Soviet prisoners of war (other than the political officers, who were shot out of hand) behind barbed wire and left them to die of hunger in the open weather.  Millions died this way just in the first months of the war.

Right behind the front came the Einsatzgruppen and Einsatskommandos, roving groups of murderers who’d march entire villages into the woods and machine gun them over open pits.  The Jews of course were prime targets, and it was contemporaneously with Barbarossa that the truly massive-scale killing of Jews really got going.  One thing that I had not previously understood is that the mechanism of killing was different depending on which side of the Molotov-Ribbentropp Line one was.  East of the line the majority of killing was done by gunfire, either retail, with one shot per victim, or wholesale with machine guns hosing down lines of people.  West of the line was the more, errrmmm, technical side of things, with gas vans and gas chambers of various designs.

Everyone has heard of the Wannsee Conference, the meeting in early 1942 at which the “Final Solution” of liquidating the Jews as such was resolved as the, well, final “solution” to the “Jewish problem in Europe,” as the Nazis phrased it to themselves.  And when Westerners hear the expression “Final Solution” they think of Auschwitz. 

Snyder pays meticulous attention, however, not just to raw numbers killed but which groups were killed where, how, and in what order.  Auschwitz started as a slave-labor facility.  Granted, no one paid much attention to whether the slaves died of hunger or over-work, and so it was a tremendously lethal place from the start.  But it wasn’t until fairly late in the process that the famous gas chambers were built at Auschwitz-Birkenau.  Even then the arriving train-loads went through “selection,” with the able-bodied sent to be worked/starved to death and the balance herded into the chambers.  So it never lost its industrial character.  But (and I confess I hadn’t known this until reading the book) it was principally Jews from outside the bloodlands who were sent to Auschwitz, well over half the total.  And Roma and Sinti.  And non-Jews from the occupied territories.  All in much smaller numbers, of course; over 90% of Auschwitz’s victims were Jews, and it accounted for about one-sixth of the total Holocaust victims.  And Auschwitz’s peak killing didn’t occur until beginning in 1944, by which time the Germans had been nearly completely run out of the Soviet Union and much of the rest of what they’d conquered.  As Snyder points out, by 1944, something like three-quarters of the Jews who would eventually die in the Holocaust had already been killed.

The Jews of the bloodlands were exterminated much closer to home.  As mentioned, east of the Molotov-Ribbentropp line, the predominating method was shooting, which seems to have occurred in the very near proximity to the places of residence.  West of the line the Nazis built special purpose facilities with gas chambers fueled (if that’s the right expression) by carbon monoxide, usually generated by captured Soviet tank engines.  Another thing about the special facilities was that they weren’t “camps” in any meaningful sense of the word, because all they did was kill, unlike Auschwitz.  There were some bunk houses for the prisoners staffing them, but that involved a tiny number of people.  “Operation Reinhard” was the name bestowed on the operations of these places, and their names remain largely unfamiliar in Western society:  Treblinka, Sobibor, Chelmno, Majdanek, Belzec.  They were set up, their target populations were exterminated, and then the Germans did their level best to destroy every trace of them.

A further point of distinction:  As Snyder points out, roughly 100,000 people survived Auschwitz.  Of the Jews who saw the inside of an Operation Reinhard facility, fewer than 100 are known to have survived.

But all those are technical points, so to speak.  One thing which Snyder properly does is remind the reader that it’s somehow dehumanizing to speak of so-and-so-many “millions of victims.”  What we must remember is that to say that there were roughly 5.7-6 million Jewish victims of the Germans is to say that there were 5.7 million times one victims.  For each of the dead was not just a component number but rather a distinct point of humanity.  The woman who suckled her infant as she waited to be shot at Babi Yar was not a statistic; she was a mother, a daughter, a wife, a friend.  She had once had hopes and dreams.  She knew the ecstasy of creation and the pain of childbirth.  And they gunned her down, together with her child.

Snyder has good chapters on both the Warsaw Ghetto uprising and the physical destruction of the city itself.  And also some good material on how the post-war Polish communists did their level best to erase the specifically Jewish experience of the war from both.  In the service of nationalism.

And since the dying in the bloodlands didn’t stop with the guns, Snyder covers the ethnic cleansings that went on for another two years.  While not expressly exterminatory in intent, several hundred thousand people died in the course of creating ethnically homogenous national states.

Why the viciousness?  Some of it can be attributed to nothing more complicated than that the bloodlands were caught between two monsters.  There is a reason, after all, that more police officers die responding to domestic disputes than any other risk situation.  Hitler and Stalin both wanted those areas and they wanted them for very specific purposes, neither of which was compatible with survival of the societies who happened to live there.  But Snyder also points out two processes that played out, in slightly different patterns and at different times, on both sides.  Neither Stalin’s mass murder nor Hitler’s began as it ended up being. 

Stalin began by decapitating the rural population in preparation for collectivization.  He followed up with suppression of a long-time problem population.  But over time his blood-lust transferred itself to the national minorities as such, as (in his mind, at least) bearers of threats to Russia’s (and Russians’) political dominance in the Soviet Union and its border neighbors.  His paranoia required an object to focus on, and it found those objects in the Ukrainians, the Poles, the Baltic peoples, the Kazakhs, the Tatars, the Volga Germans, and so forth.  Their destructions, either physically or by wrenching separation from their homelands, became an end in itself (because of course not a damned one of them actually posed any threat whatsoever to the Soviet Union or Stalin’s rule).

Hitler’s extermination of the Jews in similar fashion transformed itself from something which was ancillary to the conquest of the Soviet Union and Lebensraum into a war aim as such.  Originally it was just part of de-populating the areas to be colonized once the war was won.  The Slavs were likewise to die, but they were to be starved/worked to death.  By December, 1941, so Snyder, it was apparent to the German high command that the war wasn’t going to be won.  Let’s see:  We went to war to conquer Lebensraum, and that isn’t going to happen.  We cannot say that we have failed in our war objectives, though; too many telegrams to mom back home about how her little Heinz had the honor to die for the Führer.  Thus:  The war is now about the smashing of Jewish domination of Europe.  This of course dovetailed nicely with the fact that all the other options to “solving” the “Jewish problem in Europe” that had been explored had played out and were no longer physically possible.

I will say that the least satisfying parts of Snyder’s book (once you’ve struggled through all the descriptions of the killing; I defy a parent to read of the killing of mothers and children without wanting to vomit) is the final chapter on comparison and comprehension.  I’m not sure that comparison of Stalin and Hitler is terribly useful.  It’s not like we’re running some cadaver sweepstakes here and in any event both Stalin and Hitler put together pale in comparison with the 45-60 million dead Chinese that Mao racked up in the Great Leap Forward . . . in four short years.  Comprehension and memory likewise both come up as not-quite-dead-ends.  There are multiple, partially-overlapping groups who died in their millions.  Each has a legitimate claim on the special aspect of what happened to them.  But for God’s sake!  They’re DEAD.  They’re all dead.  Each one of those victims is no more and no less dead than any other.  Each was no more and no less human.  Each one’s death is a gaping, suppurating wound of justice that heaven alone can remedy.

And can you even claim to understand What Happened?  Sure, you can punch through the archives, you can assemble pictures, documents, film footage, and so forth.  You can compile data.  You can, in some places at least, go see where it happened.  But we today have no more ability to stand at the edge of the ravine at Babi Yar than we do to fly a kite in Jupiter’s Great Red Spot.  And it is in those moments when the bullets were slamming into that mother and her infant; when the little Ukrainian boy who imagined that he saw food and kept proclaiming, “Now we will live!” until one day he didn’t; when Tania in besieged Leningrad noted the deaths by starvation of her entire family until, “Only Tania is left,” and then she wasn’t either; when the Polish officer, writing in his last moments of life about his wedding ring, heard the click of the pistol as it was cocked behind his ear:  In those moments It Happened, and we are forever shut off from them.

If we cannot know, cannot understand, then we can at least defy forgetfulness.  Snyder’s book tells a story that all of us have a duty to hear.  So we can Not-Forget.  And we can mourn.  We can examine our own souls and hearts, and forever ask ourselves whether we harbor within us the death of humanity that starved, shot, gassed, beat, and burned the bloodlands for nearly twenty long years.  In this respect I would suggest that Ta-Nehisi Coates has it exactly backwards when he closes his piece with the observation that it’s chaos “out there” and always has been.  That “out there” springs from “in here,” and the only place that any of us has mastery of is our own individual “in here.”

All Your Children Are Belong to Us

A few months ago I excoriated someone named Allison Benedikt here, in response to her alarming article that if you send your children to a private school, you are a bad person.  Her reasoning, such as it was, boils down to the assertion that we have a duty to send our children to public schools, irrespective of whether the schools are good, bad, or frighteningly lousy, and notwithstanding any educational needs of the specific child in question, because herding all children into government-run schools will be good for . . . the schools.  It will be good for the schools because if parents have skin in the game (even if it’s actually their children’s skin), they’ll somehow “get involved” and whatnot, and magically the schools, the quality of instruction in which is driven by decisions made by far-off bureaucrats, will improve.  Among her article’s other shortcomings I pointed out at the time, she doesn’t explain how several generations of poorly-educated Americans (because they’ve been herded into lousy government schools) are supposed to recognize a bad school or figure out how to make it into a good school.

We may count among our blessings that Allison Benedikt is not in any position to enforce her Gemeinnutz vor Eigennutz theories on the backs of our children.

To see, however, how thinking like hers plays out when cloaked with governmental authority, we offer a recent decision of a family court in Germany.  In that country it is illegal to home-school your children.  The government actually does assert an over-riding monopoly on one of the more important tasks of raising succeeding generations of humans.  There is a family there, living in a town called Darmstadt, called Wunderlich.  They wanted to home school their children (four of them).  The child care mavens swooped down and back in the fall physically carted the children off to whatever Germany does with neglected or abused children.

I might here add that, unless I’m overlooking something, there is not even an allegation that the children have been physically, sexually, emotionally, or mentally abused, at least not in any reasonably accepted sense of those expressions.  The government’s objection, and its sole objection, was that the Wunderlichs wanted to teach their own children in their own home.  Period.

The German “justice” system then swung into action, stripping the Wunderlich parents of their right to determine the children’s place of residence, their right to make educational decisions, and their right to make application to public authorities (it doesn’t say whether in respect of their children or on their children’s behalf).  Since the fall school holidays the children have been in “proper” schools.

The Wunderlichs (as well as one of their children who appears by reason of his age to have some sort of independent judicial rights) filed some sort of action (being thoroughly unfamiliar with German juvenile procedural law, I have no idea how one might characterize it in terms of an American analogue) seeking to have their stripped rights restored to them.  The department of children’s services (Jugendamt) in addition to opposing the parents’ and the child’s petitions filed a cross-petition seeking to have removed from the parents also the additional right to apply for what I’ll call child support services (“Hilfe zur Erziehung,” which transliterates as “help with raising”).  I should mention that the children apparently once more live with their parents.

The parents were quite frank that the reason they wanted to have their parental rights restored is so that they can apply to emigrate to France, where homeschooling is perfectly legal.

The Darmstadt family court ruled on December 18, 2013.  Here’s the original opinion in German; here’s an “unofficial translation” courtesy of the Home School Legal Defense Association.  There’s a bit of a write-up at the HSLDA site.

There are several striking aspects of the opinion:

Again, there is no hint that the children’s physical well-being is endangered.

There is no assertion or finding that the quality of education (in a purely pedagogical sense) the children are receiving is insufficient, by either German or any other standard.

There is no assertion or finding that the children’s emotional or mental condition has been adversely affected.

In the judge’s defense, he refers to a decision of a different court, the Oberlandesgericht Frankfurt am Main, which he alleges “extensively” established that the children’s welfare is “endangered” through the parents’ refusal to send them to a regular school.  Now, I am unfamiliar with the respective jurisdictions of the Darmstadt family court versus the appellate court in Frankfurt and whether they are in the same chain of command, so to speak.  I am unfamiliar with the extent to which the proceedings in that court are binding in any other proceedings under some equivalent to the doctrines of res judicata, collateral estoppel, or full faith and credit.  I do find it curious that a judge would fail to quote or describe at all any of the specific findings or any basis for them, or to explain why those findings are binding in the present proceeding.  Maybe that’s how judges in Germany express themselves; to this ol’ redneck lawyer it seems a mite strange to adopt someone else’s factual conclusions lock, stock, and barrel without even describing them.

There is no assertion or finding that the children are not able to engage in what Americans would describe as “extra-curricular activities.”  Here it’s helpful to remember that in Germany schools as such simply do not have nearly the array of non-classroom “activities” that form such a major part of what makes an American school the place it is.  In my own experience, German schoolchildren are every bit as likely and in some respects more likely to engage in non-classroom activities, but they’ll do so through either their own clubs or the youth divisions of an adult club.  And boy howdy! the Germans sure do like their clubs.  They have to be registered, of course (e.V., as in “eingetragener Verein,” a registered club; just by way of example, the long-time soccer champions from Munich are actually F.C. Bayern München e.V.), which means that you can look up the clubs in any city.  You’ll find clubs for chess, clubs for pipe smoking, clubs for specific card games, clubs for cross-country skiing and for downhill skiing, clubs for handball, volleyball, fencing, water polo, ice hockey, lacrosse, soccer, basketball, gymnastics, photography, painting, sculpture, theater, folk dancing, brass bands, chamber music, jazz, choral societies . . . .  If you didn’t have to make a living you could probably spend an absolute majority of your evenings each month at some function of an e.V. and never participate in the same activity twice during the month.  The family court judge doesn’t even hint that the breadth of age-appropriate activities is denied the Wunderlich children.

The judge acknowledges that the Wunderlichs and their children enjoy freedom of movement.  In fact this is a constitutional right under the German constitution (Grundgesetz).  But the exercise of that constitutional right is, according to the family court, overlaid with some nebulous examination of the children’s “best interests.”  No citation to authority is given, by the way; it would be like some judge ruling that an intact family could not leave Arkansas for Iowa without first examining whether the children’s “best interests” would be served or harmed thereby.  No, dim bulb:  Constitutional rights trump things like “best interests of the children”; if you want to infringe a basic right of being an American, you need to show something more substantial that a judge who disagrees with a decision.

Notwithstanding the complete lack of findings, or in fact even any mention of evidence — documentary or live — which might have supported any unstated finding, the dear old judge, after explaining what is being asked, by whom, and for what reasons, rules that the children’s services’ petition is well-taken and should be granted; in contrast, the parents’ and children’s petitions are “unfounded” (“unbegründet”) and to be denied.

According to the Frankfurt appellate court, and the family court endorses this finding, the “concrete danger” to the children lies in (i) keeping the children in a “symbiotic family system” (O! the horror of it all!!); (ii) the failure of the “form of education” that corresponds to “recognized” and “fundamental” standards for development in the societal order.  Get that:  It’s the “form” of education that matters.  The concept of the substance of what the children are actually being taught simply does not enter into this judge’s analysis. 

By his lights, Dietrich Bonhoeffer wanting to school his children (if he’d lived to have any) at home would have failed to provide them the recognized standards of fundamental development in the (ahem) societal order then prevailing.  Let’s just put it out there:  You have to permit the Wunderlichs of the world to educate their children contrary to the dictates of modern Germany so that you may permit the Bonhoeffers of the world to educate theirs contrary to the dictates of the next national socialist state to emerge.

According to the judge, the actual damage which consummates the danger to the children arises from the very fact that the children have not, except in recent weeks, attended a “regular” school.  They’ve been deprived of all the benefits of sitting in a classroom.  Oh my ears and whiskers.  Not only that:  The parents’ struggle has for its goal binding the children to themselves to the exclusion of others; the children have until now grown up in an “isolated family enclave.”  Only recently has this “straightjacket” been removed through the intervention of “pädagogische Fachkräfte.”  I can’t translate that phrase; there’s no English equivalent to “pedagogical technician.”

The parents’ emigration plans would set all this at naught.  In fact, in France the children would not only be “exposed to the insufficient influence” of their parents, but would also be isolated by being surrounded by a foreign language.  They would grow up in a “parallel society” without learning to integrate themselves or engage in dialogue with people who think otherwise than they, in the spirit of a “lived tolerance.”  Huh?  “Intolerance” is now a basis for the state’s intervening in the child-parent relationship?  Just whose “tolerance” is the benchmark, your honor?

The balance of the opinion consists mostly of excoriation of the guardian ad litem, whom the court takes to task for allegedly representing not the children’s interests but rather the position of the parents.  In truth it sounds as though he didn’t do a terribly diligent job of making an independent investigation and report to the court.  On the other hand, if all this stuff has been already decided in another court, what’s the point?

I will say one thing, and this may be just an oversight of expression by the dear ol’ family judge.  He refers in several places to the children growing up “isolated.”  That’s a pretty strong expression to use.  But the only specific form of “isolation” he refers to is isolation from the school atmosphere.  I mean, if I were a judge and wished to emphasize that my compelling parents to send their children to a “real” school was to get them out of the house, I’d sure as hell make specific findings as to the children’s not being permitted friends outside the family, not participating in activities outside the family, not appearing in public, and so forth.

The overall sense of the opinion is of course that the state has a legitimate interest in compelling not just education of children (there’s not a single word in the entire opinion that finds the children’s factual knowledge or reasoning skills to be deficient) but the education of the children in a particular fashion and to inculcate in them a particular mode of thought.  You would think that in Germany of all places making that kind of universal claim upon the formation of the human mind and spirit would be a shot no longer on the table (to borrow a favorite P. G. Wodehouse expression).  Apparently I am wrong.

All your children are belong to us.  Gleichschaltung!

Angie Shows Barry How It’s Done

Back in 2009, when the flames of the collapse were still climbing to the heavens and no one really knew where the bottom was going to turn out to be, the newly-elected American president — Dear Leader, we’ll call him — had his folks in Congress ramrod through a $780+ billion “stimulus” package to keep unemployment under 8% and get us back down to 5% unemployment by what is now several years ago.  In fact, that’s how the “stimulus” was billed and sold, as a mechanism to keep ordinary Joes and Janes at work.  At the time the “stimulus” was pushed through Congress, on a largely party-line vote, there were dissenting voices who had the ill graces to point out that the “stimulus” bill was really the last 40 years of Democrat Party Christmas wish list.  It was overwhelmingly targeted towards keeping state and local government employment rolls topped up, and even expanded.  And so it turned out to be:  The private sector shed millions of jobs, most of which haven’t come back yet, either in an absolute sense or in the sense of keeping up with population growth among the working age.  Labor force participation rates are in the 65% range, lower than they’ve been in nearly 40 years.  The U6 unemployment data, which captures not only those actively looking for work, but also those who’ve dropped out of the game from disappointment or despair, has been hovering in the 14-16% range for months and months and months.  Even nominal unemployment has only in the past month or so dropped below 8% . . . and most of that drop is attributable to ever more people giving up on ever finding work again, and so dropping out of the labor force entirely.  During this time government employment rolls barely shrank at all.

We’re now well over 1,400 days since the last federal budget.  We’re $6 trillion deeper in debt than when Dear Leader began his first term.  Other than soak-the-rich, we’ve heard nothing in the way of suggestions to get the country back to work.  On the contrary, we have an EPA which, by executive fiat, has intentionally set out to decimate the country’s electrical generation capacity.  We’re sitting on top of the largest discoveries of petroleum and natural gas in history (literally:  in the Green River Formation they’re estimating as much petroleum as has been used in all human history, since they first started pumping the stuff in 1859 on Oil Creek in Pennsylvania), and Dear Leader sits placidly by while his agencies and allies erect roadblock after roadblock to their exploitation . . . while a gallon of regular gas costs $3.70 or more in most of the country.  We’ve enacted a “healthcare reform” program the mathematical consequences of which will inevitably be the bankrupting of the private insurance industry, leaving a formal government take-over as the only remaining option.  “Never let a good crisis go to waste,” as one of Dear Leader’s least savory advisors famously quipped, and if you can’t find something that’s wrecked, why, you just go out and wreck it yourself.  There’s your crisis.  Dear Leader has got business so spooked by his incessant demonization and vindictiveness that they’re too damned scared to hire or invest.  They don’t know how much of what they make they’ll be allowed to keep.  We’ve enacted a monstrosity of a financial sector “reform” one of the side effects of which will be to destroy the community banking industry (where do Dear Leader and his cronies suppose small business America banks?) by imposing on it compliance costs it will never be able to recover from its customer base.

And so America drifts, out of work, decaying, directionless, the plaything of a tribe bent on fundamentally changing the structure of American society and the relationship between Americans and their governments.

At the same time Dear Leader was borrowing and spending his way into the hole, the Germans went the other way.  They began looking for ways to spend less.  Dear Leader even lectured Chancellor Angela Merkel about the un-wisdom of “austerity” measures when what was really needed was going on a toot like a crowd of drunken sailors on their first shore liberty in ten years.  Merkel, who unlike Dear Leader actually has some demonstrated intellectual horsepower (before she went into politics she was a practicing physicist, as opposed to a “community organizer”), politely told Dear Leader to mind his own business.

Germany’s new budget proposals for 2014 (“budget”? what’s that? what does a “budget” look like?) project the lowest levels of new borrowings in 40 years.  In 2015 the budget will be balanced, and in 2016 they’re looking at €5 billion surplus.  Being Germans, what are they proposing to do with that surplus?  Right:  Pay down their accumulated debt (which is €1.3 trillion).  Does anyone seriously suppose that any American government with a budget surplus wouldn’t tear out and spend it?

What Germany’s accomplished is even more remarkable when you consider not only its overall history but more particularly what’s been going on the past few years.  For starts, most of the post-war reconstruction in Germany was not financed by things like the Marshall Plan (both France and Britain, with much lower levels of destruction, got much more money out of Uncle Sugar).  The entire eastern quarter, in fact, was ruthlessly plundered by the Soviet Union.  Western Germany largely re-built itself.  After reunification, it then turned around and re-built the former East Germany as well, the physical plant of which had been studiously neglected for 45 years in order to keep up a massive military and secret police apparatus.  West Germany itself had also contributed to its own defense as well, after 1955.  Granted, it did not have the overseas commitments of the U.S. or Britain, and its total military spending as a percentage of GDP was never as much as half of America’s expenditures.  On the other hand German society also had to pay for stuff that America hasn’t.  Like food; Germany hasn’t been self-sufficient in foodstuffs since before World War I.  And energy:  Barring coal, the economically recoverable deposits of which have been played out for 20 years or more, Germany produced roughly zero of its own energy requirements.  And ores:  Germany produces little of its own metal ores (and in an economy the flagships of which are heavy industry and chemicals, that’s a hard nut to crack).  And then in the last two or three years,  Germany has been propping up entire countries across Europe’s southern fringe.  Most of the money that’s keeping the lights on in Greece and Italy is coming out of Germany.

Yes, Germany has much higher income taxes than America does.  But in point of fact they’ve been reduced, somewhat, in recent years.  Germany also turned away from its single-payer healthcare system.  And German taxes on capital gains and businesses are significantly less than their American equivalents.  But mostly what Germany brings to the table is a cultural memory of the Weimar years, and what came afterward.  This instills in them a discipline that America, the Land of Perpetual Plenty, of Wish-it-True, simply lacks.  America has had downturns here and there.  So has everyone.  But only on three occasions has the fabric of the American economy had gaping holes blown in it, the kind that take years if not decades to mend:  in 1837, 1873, and 1929.  No one is left to remember anyone’s first-hand tales of the first two.  While the Great Depression was awful in the U.S., it was cataclysmic in Germany.  Most of what Germans thought to be their late 1920s prosperity, such as it was (remember this was after the terrible inflation of 1923-24), was financed by cheap credit from the U.S.  When America no longer had money to lend, and when the rocket scientists in Congress came up with the Smoot-Hawley Tariff, thereby blowing up large chunks of the international trade economy, suddenly Germany had no credit sources and their economy, which since the 1870s had been highly dependent on exports, just disintegrated.  Today’s German leaders aren’t old enough to have personal memories of the 1920s, but at least some of their parents were, and certainly their grandparents were.  And they’ll have heard stories about family fortunes blasted to bits, about lifetimes of effort brought to naught, about hopes destroyed and opportunities forever denied.  And then of course came the Nazis, and the war, and the Soviets.

So we and Germany have chosen divergent paths, it seems.  Curiosity suggests it will be interesting to see where they end up.  A solicitude for my children’s future terrifies me at the thought.

There Truly is Nothing New Under the Sun

Back when Dear Leader was new in office, his chief of staff, Rahm Emanuel, famously observed that you should never “let a good crisis go to waste.”  By that he plainly meant – didn’t even try to hide that he meant it, either — that in the confusion, desperation, and panic of a “crisis” (whether real or manufactured, a point he did not bear down on very much, understandably), a government can get people sufficiently buffaloed that they’ll acquiesce in nonsense that they wouldn’t tolerate under any other circumstances.  The truth of his observation has been borne out in Dear Leader’s subsequent achievements, if you can call them that.

First and foremost of course was the Porkulus Act, which doled out not quite $790 billion, mostly to friends and supporters of the new administration and the party to which it belongs.  Some of it may actually have done some good; a client of mine that is a water and wastewater utility provider got a partial grant that it used to sewer no fewer than seven older neighborhoods, at least some of which had near 40% failure rates in their septic systems.  But the vast majority of the money seems to have gone down the drain of sundry union-friendly government make-work projects.

Then came the disaster of “affordable care,” which was rammed down the throats of an unwilling populace, without its provisions even having been read by the legislators who voted for it. 

And of course we’re coming up on completing our fourth consecutive year without a federal budget, with our most recent quarterly GDP growth rate in negative numbers, a credit downgrade (or is it two now? I forget), stagnant unemployment, job growth numbers which aren’t even keeping up with population growth, and trillions of dollars in additional debt.  Dear Leader refuses to discuss any structural changes to how the U.S. spends money, confining himself to demanding ever higher nominal tax rates from “the rich.”

He’s now issuing reams of “executive orders” to undermine the rights guaranteed to citizens by the Second Amendment.  These orders have been issued in response to a genuinely horrible mass shooting in Connecticut, by a mentally deranged man who had just been served with papers to institutionalize him and which were filed by his own mother (whom he murdered to start his spree).  Dear Leader’s proposals are conceded even by his own DOJ as ineffective to make any serious reduction in gun crime incidence, unless they are accompanied by (i) registration, and (ii) coerced buy-back programs. 

Gun buy-backs?  Unless compulsory and “massive,” they are ineffective.  Even Australia’s, which was specifically targeted at semi-automatic weapons and may well have positively affected the incidence of mass shootings (>4 victims per), had “no effect on crime otherwise.” 

Ban on “large capacity magazines” (you know, the magazines that permit you to engage all three of the guys who just broke into your house without having to stop and re-load)?  The issues here are that they’re a durable good, lasting essentially indefinitely, and there are already millions upon millions upon millions of them floating around.  If you exempt existing magazines lawfully owned you’re talking “decades” before you see any impact.

“Ammunition logs”?  These require merchants to log you every time you purchase ammunition.  Of course, the kind and amount of ammunition you purchase is a good clue as to what kinds of weapons you have and how much use you make of them.  As the DOJ memo notes, the criminal statutes which prohibit certain criminals from owning weapons also pertains to ammunition, but while firearms purchases are subject to background checks, ammunition purchases are all but anonymous.  Creating this sort of log requirement, in addition to an enormous burden on merchants, also establishes, as the DOJ notes, an “intelligence tool to find not only ammunition but also the illegally possessed weapons.”  I’m sure, however, that no law enforcement operatives would ever use such logs to troll for enforcement of an unconstitutional ban on certain kinds of firearms.  This would be the same DOJ that ran a clownishly poorly managed illegal gun-running operation into Mexico (and counterpart programs here domestically) the entire point of which was to supply semi-automatic, large-capacity magazine weapons to known criminal enterprises.  And the study cited by the memo, run by the LAPD, would be from the same folks whose officers have just been outed by a whistle-blower (who’s now subjected to intimidation for his troubles) for buying firearms are steep discounts available to policemen, and turning around and re-selling them (illegally) for handsome profits.

Universal background checks?  Oh, that’s right.  That only works in a world without straw purchasers (e.g. the people the DOJ intentionally permitted to buy the guns in Operation Fast and Furious, but we pass lightly over the several hundred corpses that brainstorm produced), and . . . with universal registration (but of course), and a world in which there are no informal transactions (in other words, your buddy you golf with on Sunday mornings asks what you’d take for that Kimber and you sell it to him).  Even so, the memo notes that straw purchases (q.v.) and theft account for by far the largest number of firearms used in crimes.

So let’s go after straw purchasers.  In plain English, they’re the people who have no criminal history but who either buy intending to deliver the gun to someone they know couldn’t legally buy it (like the folks the Eric Holder DOJ intentionally permitted to buy large quantities of weapons and then walk them over the border to turn them over to the drug cartels), or people who buy the gun intending to let the known impermissible use the gun.  For an example of the latter case, see G. Gordon Liddy, who has mentioned several times on the radio that as a convicted felon he cannot legally possess a firearm.  “Mrs. Liddy, however, owns several.”  Here’s the DOJ on Mrs. Liddy:  “Straw purchasers are the primary source of crime guns. Importantly, straw purchasers have no record of a prohibiting offense. As a result, they are quite different from those who actually commit crimes. Consistent with criminological theory, because the person conducting the straw purchase does not have a criminal history forbidding him or her from making legal purchases, this population could potentially be deterred from initiating this illegal activity.” (emphasis mine)  And how do you deter them?  Well, you threaten to make them criminals.  Hey!  This works even better than we thought!  Let’s create several hundred thousand criminals where none existed before.  It’s not as if there are, from a citizen’s standpoint, any concerns about due process when everything is a crime.

“Assault weapon” ban?  Well, before 1994, “assault weapons” (by which is meant “scary looking long arms,” since actual . . . you know . . . assault weapons, of the sort that McArthur’s troops took ashore at Inchon, have been illegal since 1934) accounted for a whacking 2-8% of all gun homicides.  “Since assault weapons are not a major contributor to US gun homicide and the existing stock of guns is large, an assault weapon ban is unlikely to have an impact on gun violence. If coupled with a gun buyback and no exemptions then it could be effective.”

See a pattern here?  I’ll help the slow-witted:  it’s coercion.  You must “sell” your weapon to the government and there will be zero exemptions.  That you haven’t even a speeding ticket?  Too bad.  Don’t sell and hide it instead in your closet?  Well, just try going to your local Wal-Mart, which now has to keep a log of ammunition sales, and buying a box of .223 Remington.  “Gee, Mr. Murgatroyd, hang on while I go check the back shelves,” says the nice sales clerk while he presses the little red button under the counter.

But why am I blogging about guns, and Dear Leader, and Fast and Furious, and all the fiat regulation on the subject that has gushed forth since Newtown, Connecticut exploded?  Why is it relevant today that Dear Leader’s enforcer quipped that one should never “let a good crisis go to waste”?

It’s important because eighty years ago today, a building burned.  It needed to be burned, at least as an aesthetic proposition.  But when a half-baked communist agitator and arsonist (it may be that he was more arsonist than communist, but that’s not important any more) went and burned the Reichstag, on 27 February 1933, the newly-minted Reichskanzler saw his chance, his crisis which he did not let to to waste.  I mean, can you imagine what Dear Leader would do if someone with a Texas driver’s license torched some government warehouse in Washington, DC?  To say nothing of the Capitol?  Here was a “crisis,” tailor-made to a fellow whose party had polled about 33% of the vote the preceding fall, but who needed a bigger slice of legislative support to do what needed to be done.  And sure enough, Hitler didn’t let that crisis go to waste.  He cajoled President Hindenburg into signing a decree that suspended large chunks of civil rights enjoyed by German citizens and otherwise guaranteed to them by their constitution (much like the Second Amendment guarantees the right, without “infringement,” to “keep and bear arms”).  Using that decree he then ruthlessly suppressed the communists between the fire and the (already-scheduled) national elections of March 5, 1933.  That got him up to not quite 45% of the vote.

But more importantly, it got him, when you excluded the communists, a two-thirds majority in both houses of the German parliament, needed to change their constitution (like reading the Second Amendment out of ours).  I mean, it was a crisis, right?  After all, the (Nazi-controlled) press told them it was.  The (Nazi-controlled) police told them it was.  Field Marshall Hindenburg, as close to a saint as anyone has ever been . . . until a sitting President of the United States of America is likened unto God Himself <excuse begged while post author leans over and vomits on office floor>, told them it was.  And so they got, passed on 23 March 1933, with effectiveness from 27 March 1933, the “Gesetz zur Behebung der Not von Volk und Reich,” the Law for the Relief of the Emergency of People and Reich, better known by its colloquial name, the Ermächtigungsgesetz — the Enabling Act (and boy howdy did it ever).  An English translation of it is here.

When you read the sucker, it’s pretty harmless.  For starts, it had a sunset clause built in:  April 1, 1937 (remind me how that worked out, again?).  Of the referenced provisions, Article 85 § 2 and Article 87 related to budgeting and borrowing, respectively.  One is reminded today that we’re coming up on four straight years without a budget, and that TurboTax Tim Geithner’s Treasury has been issuing debt as fast as The Ben Bernanke’s federal reserve can make up the money from thin air to buy it.  Articles 68 through 77 relate to how laws are to be passed.  The law provides that those articles do not apply to laws passed pursuant to the Act.  Can anyone say, “executive orders”?

What does the Act actually do?  It merely permits the Reich government to pass laws.  It doesn’t strip the legislative branch of its own capacity to do so but rather creates an alternative route to legal validity.  The Act provides that laws promulgated by the executive (the “Reichsregierung”) may “depart from the constitution” except to the extent that they impinge on the institutions of the legislative houses “as such.”  Well, isn’t that a comfort?  What we see here is the classic politicians’ behavior of making sure of oneself and bugger the rest of the show.  By the latter phrase I refer explicitly to those provisions of the German constitution — Articles 68 through 77 — which provided numerous avenues to veto enactments of parliament, including specifically through the mechanism of a plebiscite.  Sure wouldn’t want all them smelly ol’ Tea Partiers to interfere, would we?

So what I am trying to say here?  Am I insinuating that Dear Leader is a closet national socialist?  No.  But he is a socialist; in fact he is pretty plainly a marxist, in his understanding of how wealth is created and by whom and under what circumstances, and even more to the point, in how he understands the correct relationship between the individual and the State.  He certainly is more than willing to make up powers for himself — much like that Egyptian feller, Morsi — which attack the very constitutional fundaments of civil society, “departing” from the constitution “for the relief of the emergency” of the people and the country (as if the mass murder by some lunatic in Connecticut somehow creates a crying emergency for me here, well over a thousand miles away).  He pretty openly despises the notion that his Vision of what is right and expedient ought be constrained by anything other than his ability to muster sufficient force to implement it.  His respect for Congress can be easily extrapolated from the rousing 0-98 vote which his last proposed budget received in the Senate, the house of Congress still controlled by his own party.  He doesn’t even have sufficient respect for them to send them something that a single member can vote for and look his constituents in the eye.  To use a perhaps crude metaphor, he treats the legislative branch, a co-equal branch and in fact the pimus inter pares of the Constitution, much as the junior varsity football squad would treat the acknowledged slut of the high school.  And like the lick-spittles they are, they come crawling back for more of the same.

And so today, on the 80th anniversary of the burning of the Reichstag, a “crisis” which was not let go to waste, we appropriately pause to ask ourselves precisely where the tendency of Dear Leader’s actions lies.  How easy or difficult will it be to get the toothpaste of his eight years in office back into the tube?  Having once admitted that a single person can simply make up the laws of the United States as he goes; that he can decree the killing of any person, citizen or no, based upon his decision that this person might be a danger to . . . what?; that he can pledge the full faith and credit of a mighty economy of a third of a billion people, how can we go back?  How can we hold in check another, future president, one even less inclinded to accept limits on his actions than this one? 

As objectionable as Dear Leader’s actions are, and they are, they are even more alarming when placed in the context of the constitutional history of the United States.  Andrew Jackson was roundly excoriated for exercising his veto power not based upon whether a passed piece of legislation was within the constitutional power of Congress to adopt it, but rather based on whether he agreed with it.  He was called, in outrage, “King Andrew.”  From his kingdom we have evolved (or degenerated into) the imperial presidency, in which the chief executive makes war without so much as a by-your-leave to Congress. 

My boys are ten years old and down.  What will be the fruits of Dear Leader’s administration forty years down the line?  Do I dare trust that future president to have the moral integrity which Dear Leader boasts of lacking?

To borrow a line from the late Mr. Justice Holmes:  To ask that question is to answer it.

If the Rot is This Close to the Core

Then what’s left?  As the reader readers of this blog have figured out, I pay attention to many things German.  That’s scarcely accidental.  I spent two years there as an exchange student, both my junior years.  The first was decidedly a mixed bag as far as personal success is measured, the second was a glorious interlude in what has turned into a very mediocre existence.  In any event, I got a good snoot-ful of All Things German and like heavy metal poisoning have never got it out of my system.  Even my closest friends would tell you I can be more than a bit of a crank in that respect.

German culture runs in many channels (like any, I suppose).  Two of those can be labelled Innerlichkeit, or inwardness, and Sachlichkeit, or matter-of-factness.  The finest fruits of the former have given Western civilization some of what can with all fairness be described as its highest high points, in philology, music, philosophy, architecture, and literature.  I once read of Bach’s Passacaglia and Fugue in C Minor that it is “as if the eternal harmony were communing with itself.”  Musicologists have dissected it sixteen ways to Sunday but for me it remains a source of never-exhausted wonder.  Those of the latter have blown wide open the boundaries of human knowledge, and given the imprimatur “Made in Germany” an esteem unmatched anywhere in the world.  There are entire branches of science and engineering which simply would not be what they are without that relentless pursuit of understanding, that merciless logic, which the German Sachlichkeit turns on any problem that swims into its ken.

Central to — I would suggest indispensable to — both Innerlichkeit and Sachlichkeit is an insistence on clear thinking, of contemplating the world and oneself without blinders.  A core component of those processes is the willingness to call things by their correct names.

And that is why one must be alarmed by the suggestions emanating from a conference on poverty, recently proposed, to purge certain words and expressions from German discourse.  That’s right, folks:  Political correctness has come to Germany.  Their National Conference on Poverty wants to expunge expressions like alleinerziehend from the language.  That word consists of the roots allein, meaning “alone,” and the present participle of erziehen, meaning “to raise,” as in to raise a child.  It refers to someone who is raising a child by him- or herself.  In that respect it’s actually a better expression than our closest equivalent, “single parent,” because an enormous number of people who find themselves in that predicament are not the parents of the children they’re raising.  But to the German poverty industry the word is objectionable not because it does not perfectly describe what is going on, but because it doesn’t imply anything about inadequate social integration or quality of raising.  One might be forgiven for supposing that a word which mean exactly what it says, neither more nor less, and is perfectly descriptive of that concept, would be permissible.  Apparently not.

“Unemployed” as a term of art likewise won’t pass muster for the poverty mavens.  Arbeitslos, literally “workless,” might be thought a useful expression to capture the not-unimportant data point of those people who have no gainful employment.  You see, gainful employment is an important measure of wealth, in that in order to be gainful, employment must be of a sort which other people are actually willing to compensate you for doing; the being gainful part is how you can tell that engaging in it is actually generating wealth.  It’s the difference, in other words, between a prostitute and an armed robber.  Whatever one may think of the former, she is providing a service to people who, of their own volition, are willing to pay her for her efforts.  The latter, not so much.  The poverty-mongers, however, object because “there are many forms of work that do not secure an income.”  Well.  No shit?  Like being what in older, more honest times, the English used to describe as  a “sturdy beggar.”  No one ever said being a beggar was easy, but is it really helpful to lump the beggar in with the machinist whose plant got moved to a different part of the country but he can’t move with it because of family commitments like aged parents or sickly children?  Both are erwerbslos, the poverty-peddlers’ preferred expression — “without compensation,” or “without compensated labor” — but erwerbslos blurs (and the cynic cannot help but suspect that’s the whole point) that persnickety distinction that the Erwerben of the beggar will never be of use to anyone but himself, while the machinist’s efforts, once applied again, will not only profit himself but his employer and all of his employer’s customers and the people who enjoy the efforts of those customers in turn.  The guy who is trying to get back to making flat-head screwdrivers is simply not in any meaningful sense to be thought of in the same terms, economically speaking, as the guy who’s trying to get between you and your car as you cross the parking lot.

The poor-mouths likewise do not like Behindertentransport.  Here the English speaker get a taste of the German predeliction for compound words, as commented upon by the late Mr. Clemens.  The referenced word comes from two words, Behinderten, meaning “disabled,” and “Transport,” meaning exactly that.  [Aside:  This word also provides a glimpse into German’s twin influences of both Germanic and Latin origins, as well as English’s kinship with German.  The same root word gives us the English hinder and the German behindern, both meaning to place obstacles in the path of someone or something.  And of course transport means precisely the same thing in both languages.]  The issue for the hand-wringers is that in German objects are transportiert (the past participle of the verb), while humans are befördert.  The problem is that in ordinary usage, a Beförderung — a noun form — is usually applied in an alternative sense, meaning a “promotion,” as in a job.  So to speak of Behindertenbeförderung to please the bleeding hearts would sound at best confusing to the ordinary speaker and at worst comical.  The rude might be tempted to ask, “Really?  To what positions are you promoting them?”

It is alarming that Germans would contemplate going down the road we’ve travelled in the English-speaking world.  Habits of thought in fact do become habits of hands, and squishy unwillingness to call things by their correct names leads in a direct line to a squishy unwillingness to grasp problems by the scruff of the neck and then to wring same until overcome.  In today’s world this refusal to engage in clear-minded thought and plainly-confronting action is a luxury that no society can afford.  Fortunately for Germany they don’t have a local franchise of The New York Times, or the Washington Post, or Oprah joyfully to embrace and push this verbal dishonesty into standard usages of language.  Instead, even the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, which is commonly described as center-right, but which I would humbly suggest is at least half a standard deviation to the left of center, pours scorn on the yammerings of the poverty cheerleaders.

But the seal has been broken.  Even if the balance of German society rightly laughs itself silly at this particular effort, the genie is out of its bottle, and it is only a matter of time before this kind of nonsense is taken seriously and — Germany being Germany, after all — engrafted into the fabric of their laws.

You Mean Incentives Work? Even Perverse Incentives?

Well, fancy that.  If you artificially make something more lucrative relative to alternative behaviors, you get more of it.  And the greater the spread between doing X, which you make more lucrative by government fiat, and Y, your “control” behavior, the more of X you get.  You’d think this is the sort of thing that most folks would figure out by the time they’re in about seventh grade.  Leave it, however, to the government perpetually to discover this dynamic anew, every time it reaches in and monkeys with the market.

The most recent folks on whom the light of ordinary common sense has dawned are the Germans.  Their environmental minister, a boy name of Altmaier, has just figured out that Germany’s so-called “Engergiewende” (hard to render in English, but “energy change-over” is about as good as you can get without sounding goofy) is going to run upwards of one trillion Euros.  Given the predictability with which all governments, everywhere, at all times radically underestimate actual costs of messes they’ve made, the true number is likely to turn out at least double that.  Even on its own terms, that €1 trillion works out to about $1.38 trillion.  That’s a lot of money, folks.

Germany has a national-level renewable energy statute.  Under that statute people who install solar panels on their roofs, and builders of wind turbines, receive cash subsidies from the government, because of course those wonderful renewable energy sources are extortionately expensive, and the statute prescribes the price at which the renewable has to be purchased by the grid so that people will be willing to become producers of renewable energy electricity.  The cost of the subsidy thus fluctuates with the spread between ordinary electricity and the cost of the renewable; the greater the spread the greater the effective subsidy.  But it doesn’t stop there:  Because on windy and extremely sunny days the grid can’t handle all the electricity produced, the producers have to be de-coupled from the grid . . . and they’re paid just as if they were still producing for the grid.  Ca-ching!!  Of course, on calm or cloudy days, and at night every day, there’s not enough juice going into the grid, so the conventional (and remaining nuclear) producers have to maintain their old plants in stand-by to make up the shortfall, or else the population is going to go cold and dark.  Since those plants aren’t needed when the renewables are producing at adequate capacity, however, while they’re just standing there, with steam up and nowhere to put their juice (not only does the grid buy from the greenies at artificially high prices, it buys from them preferentially), they’ve got to be paid as well for not producing (or else the producers will go broke very quickly).  Ca-ching!!  And when excess electricity production pushes its way onto the grids of the Netherlands or Poland (not sure precisely why (it’s not explained in the linked op-ed), but it seems that happens as well, fairly predictably), apparently Germany has to pay for that privilege.  Ca-ching!!  Finally, because of the manner in which the German electrical grid developed over time, just fixing the bottlenecks in the national grid, so that solar- and wind-powered electricity can be moved from its point of generation to its point of use, will alone run to a third of a trillion Euros.  Ca-ching!!

If all of the above bears more than a little resemblance to U.S. agricultural policy, it’s no accident.  They are both efforts to steer, through subsidies, certain people to over-produce specific commodities and at the same time insulate the over-production from the market risk of over-production.  For a humorous (if depressing) short course on how the Soviets won the Cold War after all, see the chapter on farm policy in P. J. O’Rourke’s Parliament of Whores, which over twenty years on retains its relevance.

But it gets better.  Because the German government pays a fixed price for renewable energy and sends the bill to the non-renewable customers, the risk of over-pricing and over-production is placed on the non-subsidized customer.  Householders and investors can, directly in the former case and indirectly in the latter, insulate themselves by suckling at the same tit.  With each additional subsidized producer from whom the grid has to purchase power at artificially high prices relative to non-renewable sources, the greater the incentive for the next customer to become a producer from whom unrealistically expensive power must be bought.  No one, after all, wants to be the last fossil fuel electricity customer in Germany.  And with each additional “green” electricity producer the costs go up and the pool from which those costs have to be paid goes down.  Further, since as the writer points out there are now millions of German households, investors, and industries who are getting fat from the subsidies, the subsidies are rapidly acquiring the status of sacred cows which cannot be slaughtered.

It gets even better, as it always does with government.  As the op-ed points out, the whole subsidization approach of the renewable energy law was predicated upon ever-climbing prices for fossil fuel energy.  Eventually the cost of fossil fuels would catch up with the solar- and wind-generated product and everyone would go on normally.  In doing so they mistook trend for destiny.  As the op-ed points out, not just the U.S. but Poland, Russia, Argentina, and Australia as well have within the past few years discovered massive reserves of oil and natural gas.  As and when those are developed, the price effects will destroy for decades if not generations the model the German law is based on. 

At least competition from cheap new reserves of fossil fuels is something the governments of the world can control.  They can simply decree that those newly-discovered reserves are off-limits.  Wouldn’t it be fascinating to find out who’s funding the anti-fracking lobby here and elsewhere?  Anyone want to bet that, George Soros-like, they’re players with deep commitments in the “green energy” industry?  We already know the Saudis are bankrolling the Canadian effort to strangle the oil sands development.  Dear Leader’s standing athwart the Keystone XL pipeline benefits, among others, the rail transporters of oil from the Bakken field, which would be connected with and its product moved by a completed Keystone XL pipeline, thereby eliminating all those gorgeous miles of tank cars.  [Aside:  Dear Leader and his cronies moan about the potential contamination from a potential leak, as if there were never in recorded history an incident of a bunch of tank cars derailing and rupturing.]  Perhaps not coincidentally one of those rail transporters counts among its larger stakeholders a gentleman named Warren Buffett.  Gentle Reader may remember him; he’s the chap who keeps plumping for higher taxes . . . at the same time his holding company is fighting a $1 billion tax bill from Uncle Sugar.

Who could have seen it coming?  I mean, other than a seventh-grader of ordinary intelligence?

Lions and Lambs; or, My How Times Have Changed

Wow. I mean, just wow. It’s not exactly the lamb lying down with the lion, but still . . . .

Everyone knows that the Nazis set out to eliminate the Jews from Europe, and that at the Wannsee Conference they decided, in great formality, that the “final solution to the Jewish problem in Europe” entailed the industrialized slaughter of them all. What sometimes gets a bit lost in that pile of 6,000,000 corpses is the fact that the Jews were not the only minority ethnic group which the Germans decided to rid Europe of along the way. Foremost among those were what English-speakers know as “Gypsies,” and which the Europeans commonly know by their two principal sub-groups: the Roma and the Sinti. 

Even more so than the Jews, the Gypsies were perennially the outsiders wherever they lived. They eschewed fixed abodes, moving forever back and forth, as opportunity or oppression pulled or pushed them. With no places of regular employment, no established trades, no towns, no shtetls, no ghettos, no financial relationships to wherever they happened to be encamped, they had limited contact with the societies among whom they moved. In truth they weren’t always the best of neighbors, earning a reputation for having more than a little difficulty with the intricacies of meum and tuum. They were spread over most of Europe (James Herriot describes in one of his books treating a horse for a family of Gypsies in north Yorkshire in the 1930s) but the Roma were principally concentrated in the southeast, in Bulgaria and Romania, with the Sinti concentrated in the central areas, mostly Germany and Austria. 

According to Wikipedia, anywhere up to 1,500,000 Gypsies were killed off during the war, frequently being shot on sight by the Einsatzgruppen. Their exact status took some determining; it wasn’t until later on that the Nazis decided that they too needed to be slaughtered; Eichmann plumped for resolving the Gypsy “problem” contemporaneously with (and in identical fashion to) the Jewish “problem.” Eventually the determination was made that the Gypsies were of so different a sort of human that they were dispensable. Were it not so grim and so real, and were it not for the fact that these deliberations in fact resulted in the murders of thousands upon thousands of real live people, one could almost chuckle at the notion of some pettifogging German bureaucrat screwing up his brow and laboring mightily to decide just what sort of being a Gypsy was. The mental image has something of the farcical element of Monty Python to it . . . except for the fact that it wasn’t farce at all, but rather in deadly earnest. 

Again, according to Wikipedia, there now live several million Gypsies of the various groups, concentrated mostly in their traditional host countries. They remain largely outsiders there, forever among the poorest, with the highest rates of all manner of social pathologies, and exciting the same antipathies they always have. Of course, the communist tyrannies of that part of Europe did their level best to destroy the traditional Gypsy nomadic life (it’s much harder to bugger around someone who’s perfectly fine packing up and living out of a horse-drawn wagon), herding them into concrete warrens of housing projects. They also subjected their populations to coerced sterilizations. With the fall of communism the money to provide/enforce a sedentary lifestyle for a people for whom a sedentary life is utterly foreign to their culture went away, but of course their traditional forms of existence had long since been disrupted, first by the war and its slaughters and then by 45 years of communist tyranny. And being outsiders they have found themselves once more convenient scapegoats in societies the fabric of which was itself rent and frayed, almost beyond recovery. 

As something of an aside, Americans – in fact Westerners in general – don’t seem to realize just how fragile, how frangible, their civil existence actually is. The ability to have a house full of relatively nice stuff, out in full view through windows over which no bars are installed, and through which any reasonably enterprising burglar could smash a brick, climb in, and annihilate in a matter of an hour or two the accumulated tangible wealth of decades of toil, but not having to entertain an expectation that such will happen if vigilance is relaxed for a moment, is a precious gift. We forget what so easily happens when the bonds of family, culture, and religion are forcibly sundered by organized violence.  So we don’t always understand well what happened in Eastern Europe from 1914 through 1990, and how the aftershocks of those awful decades continue to crumble, undermine, and sweep away human dignity. 

Now, what’s left of the societies where the Roma have lived for centuries are slowly collapsing into poverty and chaos. What is there left for the Roma in those places? The worse things get there, the more likely becomes renewed repression. They’re not ethnically kin to their host societies and needn’t expect any successful degree of assimilation. The degree of prosperity and security – modest as it was, and however precarious in comparison to Western Europe – that enabled them to support their traditional existence is dead nearly these 70 years. 

But there remains one place in Europe where there is relative prosperity, where there is relative stability, where there is money to be had, in some cases for the asking: Germany. And so, as the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung reports, thousands upon thousands of Roma (and other desperately poor from that area of Europe) are coming to the land that within living memory sent the Einsatzgruppen their way. The Germans are begging the source countries please to do more to integrate them into their own societies so they won’t keep coming and draining the coffers. That’s cute, really: We want you to assimilate these people we don’t want to assimilate. The Germans are even willing to use EU funds to promote the integration of the Roma into their “home” populations (have to love the notion that they think it’s so important that they’re willing to spend someone else’s money to do the trick). 

But you have to savor the irony of a people flooding to the country that made a good start at slaughtering them.  Who would have thought it, in May, 1945?