Friday, November 20, 2015

Courtroom drama

Seventy years ago today the major powers who defeated the Axis on the battlefield embarked on a novel enterprise: they put the leaders of Nazi Germany on trial for what we’ve come to know as war crimes. The International Military Tribunal, comprising jurists from France, the United Kingdom, the United States and the Soviet Union, opened proceedings against 24 civilian and military figures (one, Reichsleiter Martin Bormann, was tried in absentia), the ones who had neither committed suicide nor managed to escape into anonymity.

The trial was held in Nuremberg, for both practical and symbolic reasons. Although the Allies had bombed the hell out of the city, the Palace of Justice was basically intact and had enough room for such a massive undertaking. And Nuremberg had been the spiritual heart of Nazism, being the home of the Party’s annual gatherings. Where better to drive a stake into the heart of National Socialism?

There were four charges—unprecedented in the history of warfare and international law:

Conspiring to commit crimes against peace
Planning and waging wars of aggression
War crimes
Crimes against humanity

Ahead lay nearly eleven exhausting months of contentious testimony, unspeakably ghastly evidence, equivocation, defiance, arrogance and behind-the-scenes manipulation. The Soviets had never wanted to conduct a trial—their preference was summary execution upon discovery. Even Winston Churchill had toyed with the notion of rooting out the evil without bothering with legal niceties. But in the end, the Allies pulled together and gave humanity a permanent record of what happens when the rule of law surrenders to ideological insanity.

Yes, the irony of Stalin’s minions sitting on the bench that exposed ideological crimes does not escape me. It was a delicate dance the Western Powers performed, condemning Nazis while turning a blind eye to Soviet atrocities against humanity.

It was also a chancy business—not only charging elected (in some cases) leaders and military commanders with crimes that had not been defined as such at the time of commission, but also naming them as criminal actions. Because if they are crimes when committed by Nazis, they are also crimes when committed by Russians, Japanese, Syrians and Americans.

It’s a slippery slope, no doubt about it. And Lord knows we’ve gone ass over teakettle a few times over many of the principles argued at Nuremberg.

But what a remarkable undertaking, to draw that line in the sand, to say out loud, “This is wrong and it does not go unnoticed.” Even if it does very often go unpunished.

In my opinion, almost more than the actual victory itself, the Nuremberg Trials marked the triumph of good over evil. Pretty much anyone with manufacturing capability, masses of conscripts, good commanders and the will to persevere can win a war. It takes something more than that to turn from places like Babi Yar and Belsen to the Palace of Justice in Nuremberg.





Thursday, November 19, 2015

Crying tears of hope

A while ago I told you about Joan Oliver Goldsmith’s How Can We Keep from Singing, which relates her relationship with choral music, including its life lessons and powers of healing.

And my mind recently turned to something she said about hope, because it’s something I’ve been trying very hard to embrace. And in light of the events last week, this is more important than ever.

“I have practiced hope. Help me to feel every drop of love and of joy that are here on this Earth for me today. I started saying that years ago, after my last bout of depression. Not asking for the world to change, not always clear who I’m asking. But every day, clearly asking. The day begins. I forget about it. But I notice life differently than I used to.”

And this is one of my go-to pieces—it’s not Bach, but it speaks to me: Alison Krauss’s “Jubilee”. It’s appropriate in and of itself, but also because of its use in the film Paper Clips, which is where this clip came from. Paper Clips is the extremely powerful documentary about middle school kids in Tennessee trying to get their heads around the concept of prejudice and the kinds of horrors it can lead to. This particular clip shows the journey to Tennessee of a railroad boxcar that was used to transport Jews to extermination camps.

As it happens, this part of the film was shot on 11 September 2001, so it, the kids’ project and this song tie in perfectly to the barbarism we witnessed on Friday in Paris—this is what happens when ideology triumphs over reason. This is what happens every time when ideology triumphs over reason.


Only when hope, love and joy turn the tables on the mindset that proclaims mass slaughter as a path to paradise will we really make progress as a civilization.




Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Ladders to nowhere

One of the things I’m really looking forward to in taking on my new job is getting off all the “apply for this great job here” email lists. I don’t know who built the algorithms for CareerBuilder, Dice or The Ladders, but guys—they totally suck.

Here’s one example from The Ladders, which should make you afraid, very afraid:


Seriously—does anyone want me near firearms? Or, for that matter, sporting goods?

No.



Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Carted away

Shopping cart retention has been an issue for a long time. It’s apparently right up there with shoplifting as a factor in the rising cost of goods.

There are companies that make a living sending trucks round neighborhoods near supermarkets to pick up and return carts that that have gone walkabout. And at some of its newer stores, Target has installed a tech solution that combines a transmitter in their carts with something embedded in the gribbly pavement that forms a barrier to parking lot exits. Once the cart passes over the yellow raised dots, the wheels lock.

Well, that’s the theory, anyway. I haven’t tested it.

However, on one of my walks the other day I came across this notice in a cart, which basically advises the consumer that it’s equipped with that wheel-locking capability, so leave it in the parking lot:


However, the cart in question was about a mile from the nearest grocery stores, so someone defeated the device.

Hmm—possibly someone from VW?




Monday, November 16, 2015

Gratitude Monday: Untouched by human hands

It’s been a dark weekend, hasn’t it—last week saw pretty much the nadir of human capabilities, and I’m struggling to counter the frozen grip of despair that has encased my thoughts and feelings. Thus, I’m also struggling to find things to be grateful for.

Plus—all the words have just been completely knocked out of me.

So today I’m grateful for something that—so far—humankind has not managed to twist into ugliness: