It has been a while since I shared a discussion from book
club. We met two whole weeks ago, but there are pieces of that book that keep
coming to mind. And I think some specific things fit in with other concerns
I’ve been collecting.
So, first, the book from this month’s discussion was yet
another youth novel, The Book Thief,
by Markus Zusak (soon to be a movie, I believe). It’s about a young girl in Nazi Germany—mostly from 1941 to
1943. This place and period can be hard to read about, because there’s so much
inhumanity. One thing I liked about this book was that most of the characters
were both believable and not evil, even though their surroundings were pretty
tyrannical.
The girl, Liesel, is brought into a home as a foster child,
shortly after the death of her little brother (and the probable imminent death
of her mother, although we never learn that detail for certain). While the
people she comes to call Mama and Papa are in ways difficult, they are loving
and well-meaning throughout, and sometimes downright heroic. So glad I didn’t
come across another story of parental failure.
The story is told from the observant point of view of
personified Death. Death, in this story, is kind of tired and overworked—particularly
during the war years—and sympathetic. Also poetic at times. The parts that I am
now finding most memorable relate to the taking of fathers from the homes.
Liesel’s Papa is standing with her as a group of Dachau
prisoners are marched through town. One is fainting, nearly dead. Papa fails to resist the urge to reach out
with a hunk of bread for the man. Both the prisoner and Papa are whipped,
immediately, for the crime. And then Papa realizes his stupidity, realizing he
has put the entire household in danger. The young Jewish man living in their
shallow basement has to leave. And there is the sense that at any moment the
gestapo could show up and punish Papa further. A few weeks later, the Nazi
Party arrives. They “honor” him by accepting his request to be a party member and
then drafting the 50-something man into service—clean-up work following
bombings, including a lot of clearing out dead bodies, in addition to building
repair. There is always the risk that bombers will return and wipe out those
cleaning up; it’s a high-risk dirty job.
Parallel to this is the story of Liesel’s best friend Rudy’s
family. Rudy is smart in school and gets the attention of the party by
performing extremely well at a local track meet. He also happens to look blond
and physically perfect. So the party comes to the parents and lets them know they have honored
them by giving Rudy the opportunity to go to a special school where the party
intends to raise the perfect race of Germans. But his parents look at these
strangers (whose ideas don’t agree with the family, although they would never
be so unsafe as to say so) taking away their 13-year-old son. And they say no
thank you, as they are told they have a right to do. A short time later Rudy’s
father is “honored” by being drafted into military service (he’s got nearly grown
children as well as young ones, so I’m guessing 40-something).
So both families are punished for their disagreement with
the tyranny by being “honored” to serve the tyranny.
Whenever you talk about Nazi Germany and then talk about
conditions in our country today, you get the whole “You compared Obama to
Hitler” thing, from people who forget that they actually called Bush Hitler
just a few years ago. While I am comparing, literally, two situations, in order
to measure and compare levels of tyranny, I do not equate the two leaders. (For
one thing, Obama is ineffectual and can’t even find moving words to say to a
crowd without a teleprompter, so I don’t see the ability to accomplish that
much evil. See my post Long Game Players.)
I’m not concerned about the leaders so much as I’m concerned
about the people. How does a free, civilized people become subject, in a rather
short time-frame, to undeniable tyranny? And how many in the population are
willing to submit before even the unwilling are also subjected?
In The Book Thief,
the idea was that these were mostly simple working people trying to get on with
their lives, with varying degrees of disinterest in the state, but a sharp
awareness of the danger of lack of compliance. It’s fiction, so I don’t know if
it accurately portrays the actual 1940s German people in the outskirts of
Berlin. But it’s conceivable to me that they sort of got tyranny thrust upon
them before they noticed. I don’t want that to happen here—or anywhere ever again.
So I’ve put together a little collection here is of things
that are concerning—which we’ll cover in the next post.
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