Sunday, April 8, 2012

Günter Grass Declared Persona non Grata in Israel for a Poem

Gunter Grass (at right) during WWII service
Nobel Prize for Literature recipient and leading German novelist Günter Grass' new poem, What Must Be Said, has quickly become the most talked-about poem in recent memory. The reactions of militant expansionist Zionists have been all too predictable. The most recent reaction by the Israeli government to his critique of Israeli government policies may have gone far enough to elicit a strong reaction from the German people, though:
Interior Minister Eli Yishai declared Sunday that German Nobel laureate Gunter Grass is a persona non grata in Israel, after Grass published a poem last week which was highly critical of Israel and its policies.
Yishai harshly condemned Grass' poem, and said that he is declared a persona non grata in Israel for wearing SS uniform in the past.
A poll taken at the end of the week by The Financial Times Deutschland finds the reaction by Germans who have read the poem in its original language feel this way (at 9700 respondents):
“The statements by Grass are …


- insane 8%
- dangerous 4%
- antisemitic 4%
- worth discussing/arguable 27%
- correct 57% ”
As Mondoweiss commenter Klaus Bloemker observes from Germany, "The respondents who see Grass’ statements as correct or at least arguable: 84%.  I think in the general German public the approval of Grass is even higher than this poll reflects. This will have political consequences in the longer term."

Up until this event, Germany has been Israel's most staunch European ally in the quest to increase pressures upon Iran.  With a poll showing 84% of a segment of readers of a fairly conservative German financial newspaper backing Grass, this support on Iran sanctions may be something far more representative of the Merkel administration than of the educated population at large.  Bloemker observes further, "As for now, the establishment is overwhelmingly distancing itself from Grass."

There is more to be gleaned from the Haaretz article on Grass' banning, beginning with this:
Foreign Minister Avigdor Lieberman also issued a harsh condemnation of Grass' poem on Sunday, during a meeting with Italian Prime Minister Mario Monti.
Lieberman said that Grass' poem is the expression of “egoism of so-called Western intellectuals, who are willing to sacrifice the Jewish people on the altar of crazy anti-Semites for a second time, just to sell a few more books or gain recognition.” [emphasis added]
So the racist foreign minister tries to pull in the Prime Minister of Italy in linkage to his strange words.  Not only that, with the Italian PM sitting there, Lieberman made demands:
Speaking during a meeting with the Italian prime minister, Mario Monti, Lieberman demanded condemnation from European leaders. "We have witnessed in the past how small seeds of antisemitic hate can turn into a large fire that harms all of humanity."
Further on in the Haaretz article, written by Ophir Bar-Zohar and Barak Ravid, there is this:
In his poem, which was published in several European newspapers last week, the 85-year-old author claims that Israel’s nuclear reactor – and not Iran’s – presents a threat to world peace. [emphasis added]
In the translations I’ve read – four of them – the words “nuclear reactor” do not appear. Such terms as these do, in order of appearance:
first strike
a bomb is being built
growing nuclear potential
no testing is available
concealment of these facts
all-destroying warheads
a single atomic bomb
the nuclear power of Israel
an unhindered and permanent control
Of the Israeli nuclear potential
And the Iranian nuclear sites


(from Heather Horn’s translation for The Atlantic)
Were the Haaretz authors, Ophir Bar-Zohar and Barak Ravid, legally constrained from mentioning Israeli nuclear weapons in the article, thus forcing the inaccurate term, “nuclear reactor”?
If you are familiar with Grass' important novels and enjoyed them for their deep antiwar sentiments and scenarios, but are unfamiliar with Grass'  2007 New Yorker article, How I Spent the War, you should read the article.  Here some relevant sections:
His initial service at age 15:
In 1943, when I was a fifteen-year-old schoolboy in Danzig, I volunteered for active duty. When? Why? Since I do not know the exact date and cannot recall the by then unstable climate of the war, or list its hot spots from the Arctic to the Caucasus, all I can do for now is string together the circumstances that probably triggered and nourished my decision to enlist. No mitigating epithets allowed. What I did cannot be put down to youthful folly. No pressure from above. Nor did I feel the need to assuage a sense of guilt, at, say, doubting the Führer’s infallibility, with my zeal to volunteer.


It happened while I was serving in the Luftwaffe auxiliary—a force made up of boys too young to be conscripts, who were deployed to defend Germany in its air war. The service was not voluntary but compulsory then for boys of my age, though we experienced it as a liberation from our school routine and accepted its not very taxing drills. Rabidly pubescent, we considered ourselves the mainstays of the home front.
His attempt to join the submarine service:
It must have been possible for a Luftwaffe auxiliary to trade a weekend leave for a Wednesday or Thursday off. In any case, one thing is clear: after one long day’s march, I took the tram from Heubude to the Central Station, and from there the train via Langfuhr and Zoppot to Gotenhafen, where Navy recruits were trained to handle submarines. It took all of an hour to reach the goal of my dreams of heroism. I found the recruitment office in a low, Polish-period building where, behind a row of doors with signs, bureaucratic rigmarole was processed, passed on, filed. After signing in, I was told to wait for my name to be called. There were two or three older boys ahead of me. I did not have much to say to them.


The sergeant and the seaman first class I spoke to rejected me out of hand: I was too young; my age group hadn’t come up yet; it would soon enough; no reason for excessive haste.


They were smoking and drinking coffee with milk out of big, bulbous cups. One of these—from my perspective—elderly gentlemen (the sergeant?) was sharpening a supply of pencils while I spoke. Or did I pick up this dramatic detail from some movie or other?


I must have stood my ground even as I was told that there was no need for submarine volunteers at present: they had stopped accepting applications. And then they reminded me that the war was not being fought entirely underwater, and said that they would make a note of my name and pass it on to other branches of the military. Provisions were being made for new panzer divisions. “Patience, young man, patience. We’ll come and get you soon enough. ”
His induction through draft into the Waffen SS:
It took less than two months for my induction letter to arrive, black and white on the kitchen table, signed, dated, and stamped. In September, 1944, my train pulled out of Danzig Central Station, headed for Berlin.


Mother had refused to accompany son to the station. She was smaller than I was, and when she hugged me in the living room she seemed to dissolve into tears between the piano and the grandfather clock. “All I ask is that you come back in one piece,” she said.


Father accompanied me. We didn’t say a word to each other on the tram. Then he had to buy a platform ticket. His velvet hat gave him a soigné, bourgeois look: a man in his mid-forties who had managed to stay a civilian and stay alive.
The 17-year old's assignment:
My new marching orders made it clear where the recruit with my name was to undergo basic training: on a drill ground of the Waffen S.S., as a panzer gunner, somewhere far off in the Bohemian Woods.
His feelings about the Waffen SS at the time:
The question is: Was I frightened by what was obvious then in the recruitment office, as I am terrified now by the double “S,” even as I write this more than sixty years later?


There is nothing carved into the onion skin of my memory that can be read as a sign of shock, let alone horror. I most likely viewed the Waffen S.S. as an élite unit that was sent into action whenever a breach in the front line had to be stopped up. I did not find the double rune on the uniform collar repellent. The boy, who saw himself as a man, was probably more concerned with the branch of the service: if he was not destined for the submarines, then he would be a tank gunner in a division that was named in honor of Jörg von Frundsberg, whom I knew as the leader of the Swabian League during the sixteenth-century Peasant Wars and the “father of the Landsknechts”—crack infantry mercenaries. Someone who stood for freedom, liberation. Besides, the Waffen S.S. had a European aura to it: it included separate volunteer divisions of French and Walloon, Dutch, and Belgian, and many Norwegian and Danish soldiers; there were even said to be neutral Swedes on the Eastern Front in the defensive battle, as the rhetoric went, to save the West from the Bolshevik flood.
His explanation of later doubts and concealment:
So there were plenty of excuses. Yet for decades I refused to admit to the word, to the double letters. What I accepted with the stupid pride of youth I wanted to conceal after the war out of a recurrent sense of shame. But the burden remained, and no one could alleviate it.


True, during the tank-gunner training, which kept me numb throughout the autumn and winter, there was no mention of the war crimes that later came to light. But the ignorance I claim cannot blind me to the fact that I had been incorporated into a system that had planned, organized, and carried out the extermination of millions of people. Even if I could not be accused of active complicity, there remains to this day a residue that is all too commonly called joint responsibility. I will have to live with it for the rest of my life.
Grass is now being hauled over the coals for his forced service in what was the largest draft of very young people into military service in the history of the Third Reich.  Had he refused to serve, he probably would have been imprisoned, hung or shot.

Grass writes compellingly of the end of that 1,000-year reich, as military units crumbled around him; as he abandoned his fuel-less tank, abandoned his weapon (which, apparently, he never shot at a Soviet soldier); as he shuffled by the bodies of other young men his age, hanging from trees, with placards around their necks.  Here's one of his descriptions of the environment:
In the chaos of retreat, I sought to join up with scattered soldiers who were likewise trying to find their units. Even though I had had no direct contact with the enemy, I was scared to death. The soldiers hanging from the trees along the road were a constant warning of the risk run by every one of us who could not prove that he belonged to a company or was on his way to this or that unit with signed and sealed travel orders.


The central section of the Eastern Front, now retreating inexorably west, was under the command of the infamous General Schörner. According to “Schörner’s orders,” military police—bloodhounds, the lot of them—were to go after soldiers without marching papers and haul them, no matter what their rank, before mobile courts-martial as malingerers, cowards, and deserters. They would then be summarily and conspicuously hanged. Schörner and his orders were more to be feared than the enemy.
Well, the war was soon over and Schörner and his ilk are long gone.

Soon afterward, however, many of Israel's early leaders were planning the killings of hundreds of British Army soldiers and thousands of Palestinians, as they sought to terrorize the local governing authorities and local indigenous population into blunt acceptance of a new kind of  racially pure society.

The hypocrisy of current top Israeli officials needs to be called out.  Günter Grass has clearly done this.  Hopefully, he will be able to withstand increasing pressure to recant, and hopefully, more people - including commenters and diarists here - will come to his defense.

It must be said.

From my point of view, what must be further said is that Israel is not our ally.  The government of Israel is not a friend of U.S. long-term interests.  Rather, they have become the most dangerous adversary we have faced since before the implosion of the USSR.  Unlike the USSR, however, the Israeli government and its prime functionaries are deeply embedded into our political and military machinery.

7 comments:

conscious at last said...

OK so, on this day of joy, beauty and celebration, you have chosen to tell us that "Israel" is "our" most dangerous adversary...not that there are tensions and conflicts... not that some elements within the government of Israel have goals that are dangerous as do some elements within the U.S. government. No, you've gone full throttle--- "THEY" are the "ENEMY."

The broad sweeps that you choose to make with your pen come from the depths of confusion. But, thanks, Phil, you have illustrated the point that I've been making for a long time. YOU have a problem Phil, not US.

Philip Munger said...

CAL,

The declaration against Grass came out this weekend. Writing about it is timely.

I'm not a Christian, and care as little about Christian myths as I do about Moslem, Hindu or Jewish ones. Sorry if you are whacked out because I don't waste my time pandering to superstitions.

conscious at last said...

Actually Phil, that is exactly what you do- pander to superstition, fear, rage and pain. But you bundle it in a more acceptable package--
your pseudo-left wing "Progressivism."

You may think that this gives cover to your true intentions, but it doesn't. You may even have bamboozled yourself.
You spread confusion, hate, anger and fear Phil, that's what you do. You can call it anything you like.

Anonymous said...

C.A.L. nailed you on that one old man Munger.

Anonymous said...

For what its worth, I went to a reading by Gunther Grass himself, reciting from his book Tin Drum a long time ago in Fairbanks. As it turned out he was staying with a neighbor. Their car got stuck in the snow on the way home. I got out of my car and Gunther and I worked together to push the neighbor's car out of the ditch. After we'd successfully collaborated he smiled and said "thank you." That's the great thing about Alaska-- interesting people come to Alaska and then find themselves in Alaska situations.

Sometimes I don't agree with you but I think your point of view is important and I'd help you get your car out of the ditch any day. I'm sure you'd do the same for me.

Philip Munger said...

@ 1:11

-- I would. meanwhile, try not to get stuck.

great grass story!

Anonymous said...

In the second paragraph, Phil has this mouthful to spit out: "The reactions of militant expansionist Zionists have been all too predictable"

Rather than a nationalist movement for the only homeland in the world for the Jewish people, Zionism is now militant and expansionist.

Let's pluck it apart.

Israel was willing to settle for the partition in 1948, the Arabs declared war and six states invaded the tiny land.

Israel defended itself and expanded its waist from six miles to nine. Terrible expansionists that they are. Terrible for Jews who just went through a murder of half their population to defend themselves. Not.

In 1967, Egypt closed Suez and the Red Sea Straights to Israel shipping and massed its tanks and troops. Israel caught the Egyptians on the ground, captured the Sinai. The Jordanians shelled Jerusalem. The Israelis captured the Old City and the high ground in the West Bank. Terrible expansionist Israel.

When you use words Phil without an understanding of the history, you propaganize, but I detect far more than propaganda or a sense of justice in your words.

Alaskans I know do not hold these extremists views about Israel. Too bad you have swallowed the bait hook line and sinker.