Shadows of Not Long Ago

If you listen to the current President of the United States of America, the Press is the enemy of the people, spreading “fake news”. That does not surprise me  any more. But I learned  early on how that plays out. I grew up in Nazi Germany. When the National Socialists took over the government in 1933, the first thing they did was to shut down all opposition  papers to prevent them from spreading “Jewish lies”.

Beginning in January of 1945, however, three months before the end of the war in Europe, the American army reached Aachen and started the first post-war German newspaper.

The Army, incidentally, lost twenty thousand men in the struggle to get there.  The absurdity is that those twenty thousand American citizens died fighting an enemy whose enemy was, as we now hear, the same as theirs, the free Press.  That of course was a year before the current leader of this Nation was born and, if we stretch it a little, he can be excused for not knowing that in those days the American military administration was so old-fashioned that they actually thought the re-establishment of a free press was vital to the reeducation of us Germans.

But wait!  I am both, one of those reeducated Germans as well as an American citizen. I am confused now. Which is the America we are making great again?

© 2018 by Herbert H. Hoffman

 

On Shipping Out

 

Meadowbrook Valley Park is a misnomer. It is not in a valley. It is on a hillside. But as cemeteries go the Park has one overriding advantage: it is close to my home. Within walking distance actually, yet all the fellows that have come to rest there were brought in by car and a few were carried up on the shoulders of six to eight sturdy sons and grandsons. So far none, I have been assured, availed themselves of the pedestrian access.

It is a nice, well-kept place. “Henry will have a beautiful view of the ocean,” I once overheard the widow exclaim during her husband’s funeral. To which the officiating Bishop replied: “Good luck!” But it is a nice place, don’t get me wrong. They recently had an advertisement in the local newspaper announcing their 2018 summer specials at zero interest for twelve months. If you could be sure of renaissance this might be a good deal, on a trial basis. Me, I would rather pass on this offer and stay where I am..

I was intrigued by their Personal Planning Guide. Not that I was planning to depart as yet. Only a desperate pseudo-existentialist would do such a thing. But it drove home to me that your death does indeed require some planning if you want to save your survivors a lot of trouble.

With the offer of the guide, and as a neat come-on symbolizing, I assume, your last supper, the Park also threw in a voucher for a local restaurant, valid while supplies last. I am the last person to refuse a free meal but in this case I fervently hope that they will run out. It would be a little too morbid for me.

I must admit, though, that all these musings made me pay attention to  other reminders of the unavoidable. I saw a huge sign in a strip mall announcing a sale on coffins, for example. On first reading I thought it was coffee, but no, I had read it correctly. It is just that I had never heard of such an offer. Until I found out that you can buy your coffin even at Costco, except that they call them caskets. And being Costco they probably package them in twos. I could not help noticing that they have two kinds. One is called the Gardener casket at $900 each, the other is the President casket, priced a little lower than the gardener at $800, thus politicizing even my funeral. Shame on them. I also found out that it is legal to sell coffins, or caskets, made out of cardboard. The FTC is not worried about that except, neutral as any government organization should be, they have standardized the terminology and call all such vessels Containers. And if your brain is wired the same as mine you must now have visions of huge container ships.  Are we ready to be shipped out in a container?

© 2018 by Herbert H. Hoffman

Is the Hun at the Gate?

In the days when Tsar Peter was ruling Russia and the Great Northern War was raging the invading Swedish forces lived off the land. Russian farmers would prepare for the Swedish soldiers’ raids by stashing away supplies in secret places and then pretending to have nothing. The Swedish soldiers, however, came upon a very simple and effective way to make the farmers give them the key: they took away the children. More recently, the Hitler government rounded up unwanted people. He had them separated into men, women, and children. I think I know what happened to the men and the women. I wish I did not know about the children. But the testimony of SS-Obersturmfuhrer Hafner is on record: “The children were brought in a tractor. The Wehrmacht had already dug a grave…”  I am glad, though, to know that the surviving guilty members of the Nazi German government were hanged.

One of the four judges was an American. America was great then. He had a right to be righteous. But now America has its own problem with unwanted people. Granted, we have no King Charles, no Hitler, but we have made a start. We have a White House Chief of Staff who is determined to deter people from coming here by any means. Including the taking away of their children, as he admitted on camera.

It seems that taking their children is indeed a very effective way to get people’s attention. “Gotcha!”, as the Pied Piper of Hamelin said, pulling the kids behind him into the mountain.

©2018 by Herbert H. Hoffman