Springtime for Hitler

I have four unfinished drafts. How can I decide which one to finish?

Chaucer Doth Tweet Stay In And WriteWell, OK then. I’ve got one that fits the bill – one I’ve entitled “Springtime for Hitler.”

 


 

I suppose it was inevitable, given my profession and Teutophile proclivities, that I would eventually have to tackle Nazis in some manner.

First, the estate of Joesph Goebbels is suing Random House for royalties, an act Random House describes as “immoral”.

Goebbels Getty Images

Now, I’m not a copyright lawyer, but I imagine that at some point contracts were signed.

One cannot simply get out of a contract because they find the recipient distasteful. Were that the case, the real estate, automotive, and student loan companies would immediately collapse.

In this case, Cordula Schacht – the copyright holder – is of no relation to Mr. Goebbels; in fact, her own father was acquitted at Nuremberg. Therefore, one cannot make the claim that royalties would benefit a convicted war criminal.

Peter Longerich, the biographer involved in the matter, has argued that a private person should not be given control of important historical documents. To which I ask: who gets to decide what is important?

Were I the judge in this case, I’d rule against Herr Longerich. Others disagree with me; some selections from Twitter:

All royalties should be paid to the Holocaust Museum / Memorials! He shouldn’t even be allowed an estate!

Any money paid by the publishers to any estate connected to the Nazis would be blood money.

No one should profit from this unless it’s as a donation to those affected by the Holocaust or a memorial/museum. Disgusting!

The Spawn of Satan should have no royalty rights under the law.

They ought to be ashamed that he is a family member. But people are greedy and will take $ from whatever source.

 

And now, a word from our sponsor:

 

It might not be the original (because let’s face it, Gene Wilder is beyond compare), but John Barrowman redeems the production. Pun intended.

 


 

OskarGroening via BBCSecond, yet another former Nazi is on trial seventy years after the war ended, this time the so-called “Bookkeeper of Auschwitz“. Now, before you get offended or hot and bothered about my tone of type, please hear me out. I am not an apologist for Nazism by any stretch of the imagination, neither do I think war crimes have a statute of limitations. However, I find the overall treatment of former Nazis incongruous.

Case in point: Japanese pilots who bombed Pearl Harbor were welcomed back sixty years after the fact. In fact, it seems they were forgiven some time ago, as evidenced by this article from the New York Times. I wonder why the world holds such special hatred for the Nazis when other dictators and regimes have been responsible for death on a much larger scale (like the Soviets and – by some estimates – the Chinese).

I suppose what I’m trying to say is that I’ve nothing against prosecuting Nazis guilty of crimes for which they’ve never been punished, but I don’t understand why we’ve forgiven some and not others.

Another part of me wonders what will happen in ten years’ time (give or take) when the final Nazi is dead. Who will then become the bogeymen of the world?

 


 

I suppose it’s also fitting that I’m watching/listening to a Twilight Zone marathon while I work on this. Rod Serling dished out devious damnations to nefarious Nazis in “Judgment Night”, “Deaths-Head Revisited”, and “He’s Alive”. There may be more, but those are the three that come immediately to mind.

In fact, Serling’s closing narration to “Deaths-Head Revisited” has become a staple in my classroom when discussing World War II and how we come to terms with what happened:

All the Dachaus must remain standing. The Dachaus, the Belsens, 
the Buchenwalds, the Auschwitzes – all of them. They must remain 
standing because they are a monument to a moment in time when some 
men decided to turn the Earth into a graveyard. Into it they 
shoveled all of their reason, their logic, their knowledge, but 
worst of all their conscience. And the moment we forget this, the 
moment we cease to be haunted by its remembrance, then we become 
the gravediggers. Something to dwell on and to remember, not only 
in the Twilight Zone but wherever men walk God's Earth.

Examinate! Examinate!

Test Stack and Coffee CupAs I sit here in the school office on this early Monday morning sipping my first cup pot of coffee and inhaling that unique aroma of hot paper and toner, I wonder:

How much have my students actually remembered?

World History, American History, Civics, Geography, and Physics fall off the rollers, a corner staple holding each packet in place: terms and maths and maps; things they’ve seen all semester but won’t pay any attention to until at least Monday next. Exams start Tuesday.

Every teacher knows that tests cannot *really* test the human student, only how well they retain information. Yet, every teacher wants some vindication that the class they’ve taught all year can perform well come end of term. And – if I’m perfectly honest – I know not every class is ready. Ultimately, though, I have done the best I can. I have led them to the well of knowledge, but I cannot make them drink.

Examinate

EXTERMINATE!

EXAMINATE!

Sunday Snapshots

Despite the flood of papers threatening to overwhelm my desk in these last weeks of school, I did manage to take a few photographs this week.


This week was Teacher Appreciation Week. This is what I received:

DewShine Bottle


Then, my sister-in-law bought yet another car in her seemingly never ending quest to find the perfect used car. The newest candidate is this 1996 soft-top Mustang convertible:

'96 Mustang


I attempted to capture the morning fog, inspired by Eclectic Odds n Sods current theme of “Momentarily:”

Foggy Morning


This week was also the school’s Junior/Senior Banquet – one event I honestly don’t mind chaperoning. Not only did I find a snazzy new silver bow tie (on sale!), but I also found some angry jewelry while my wife looked for something to match her dress:

We were invited by several of the students to come take pictures with them down by the river, which coincided with the heraldric winds of Tropical Storm Ana:

Ana is Coming


This weekend I was finally able to finish typing my exams and exam reviews. Smokey lent moral support.

LapCat Smokey


 

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On the Loss of F_____

I’m not one to give trigger warnings. That said, I’m giving one now.

Things have a tendency to not go as planned. Several weeks ago, a dear friend’s health declined rapidly – unexpectedly, even – and he passed away. Even after days of relative sleeplessness, I found it hard to rest. My thoughts kept turning and churning and refusing to let me be until I wrote them down. This is an exercise in catharsis.

Some of my readers knew F_____. One of my regular readers is his wife.

[edit] For the record, I have permission and outright encouragement from the family to share this. [/edit]

If, after all that, you want to continue, click on to the next page.

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Sunday Snaphots

I actually took quite a few photographs this week, mostly for the upcoming yearbook.

Nevertheless, I did take a few I can share with you. I’ve taken the liberty of arranging them into a sort of photographic story.


storm comingIs there a storm coming?

Hail Hail HailYes. Yes there is.

OCD at the Gas PumpGood thing I put gas in the car!

And what wonderful numbers, too!

down the roadIt’s still sunny on the drive home.

And no, I didn’t take this while I was driving.

I was in the car, but I was in park.

No one was behind be, either.

springform panIt’s a perfect night to make some cheesecake!

fortune cookieMaybe we’ll go out to eat instead.

You will overcome great obstacles to achieve success.

Lost in Translation

The other day I decided to have some fun by running book titles through the Bad Translator engine.

One of the first I did was Neil Gaiman’s Fragile Things: Short Stories and Wonders, which changed to

You Can Write A Secret Medical History of Miracles

I found it funny, tweeted it, and went about my day. Imagine my surprise several hours later when I went back to Twitter and found close to an hundred notifications. How did this happen? How did this little tweet gain such traction?

The answer was not found on Twitter; instead, it was in my inbox:

Neil Gaiman Retweeted MeThat’s right; Neil Gaiman – the author himself – retweeted me! This means that I have now been retweeted by both Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer. To me, that’s epic.


Other titles I ran through the translator and their new titles are:

Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances (Neil Gaiman)

An Experience to Report to the Police

The Art of Asking; or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help (Amanda Palmer)

This Basis may not be According to Plan, but there is a Way, as You Know, of Fear.

The Silkworm (J.K. Rowling aka Robert Galbraith)

Insects, Of Course

The Cuckoo’s Calling (J.K. Rowling aka Robert Galbraith)

People say Crazy Things

From the Earth to the Moon (Jules Verne)

A Few Months Ago

A Pocket Full of Rye (Agatha Christie)

Large Sports Bag

Gone Girl (Gillian Flynn)

Come On, Guys!


What about you? What titles can you mangle?



 

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Twitter – where you can see my thoughts in 140 characters or less. Also, funny retweets.

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