Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Germany, here's looking at you.

Sunday morning. We are watching a BBC debate on whether or not Great Britain should leave the European Union. Jokes expressing resentment at Germany abound. I am tired of it.

My brother Jaap once summed up our education on racism with this sentence: "We were raised to be without any prejudice, except against Germans." Since our father's mother was Jewish he had his reasons. In my frequent return trips to the Netherlands I have been struck by how long the obsession with WWII has lingered. Remembrance is one thing. We keep out a sharp eye for the dangers of fascism and the evil of holocaust deniers, wherever they are. 

Nurturing resentment and guffawing about anti-German jokes is something entirely different.
When two generations of a people have been bending over backwards to be model global citizens, can we please let the past go and appreciate the present?

In most reporting about the crisis in the European Union talk about the German economic powerhouse is tinged with worry and resentment. We need some fruitful questioning. In a time of massive outsourcing Germany still has a strong manufacturing base. Rather than resenting the country for its success, should we not be asking what it has done right and see what we can learn from it?

I am no expert on the topic but I do know this: 

*There is less antagonism between the several factors that make up an economy. Representatives of government, capital and labor sit around the table to hash out agreements. 

*While Harper's Canada is squeezing the last dollars out of a dying fossil fuel industry, and never mind the Earth, Germany is actively preparing for the new post-oil economy. 

*The country has an apprentice system for training skilled labour. Where is ours?

Anyway, I have things to do beyond looking up articles on these statements. Do your own Googling, I am headed to the greenhouse.

Modern Germany, here's looking at you. 




Tuesday, September 11, 2012

September 11: where I was 11 years ago.

It was the day after the annual Hills Garlic Fest, which was still held in Hills at that time. I was promoting my Amazon Herb Company business and had shared a booth with my friend Magda, these days AKA Granny Garlic.

I was also expecting to rendez-vous with an old friend who I had last seen in 1979. Towards the end of the afternoon this woman with short white hair appeared, staring at us with a toothy quizzical grin. "Judy?" Indeed. Now why had I expected her to still have long brown hair? We had a wonderful time getting reacquainted. Judy used to live in and near Nakusp before she moved to California.

The next day on September 11 the weather was glorious. Judy and I had been enjoying a leisurely morning together and were planning a ramble through the neighbourhood later. Mid-morning the phone rang. A friend said: "Turn on your T.V. Something big is happening in New York". 

We did, briefly. Then I turned it OFF. My comment was: "The Reichstag is burning. Mark my word, there go the civil liberties." Yes, I really thought that, right away.

I have no idea if 9-11 was an inside job or not. Quite frankly I don't think it matters much. What matters is the use that the Military Industrial Complex has made of it. Terrorist attack or not, 9-11 has been a boon to those who benefit from a  society ruled by fear and obsessed with security.

We decided we were NOT going to spend the day glued to images of death and destruction. Instead we were going to focus on vibration-raising activities. We walked the  land, saw old friends, dug the garlic patch, enjoyed the perfect day. So that is where I was 11 years ago today and where I remain.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

When authors get things wrong

A small rant about mistakes in books. It is not earth shattering, but it bugs me.

Since I have time on my hands this summer I actually worked my way through Charles Foran's massive biography of Mordecai Richler, one of my favourite authors.
One of these days I will read Solomon Gursky was here for the 3rd time.

At one point there is a casual mention of the progress of WWII in October 1944. The allies are reported to have liberated France and Holland. Really? This would have been news to the population of the Netherlands North of the rivers. 

The allied advance came to a halt after the battle of Arnhem in September 1944, chronicled in the 1977 movie "A Bridge too far". The people in the Northern part of the country, which includes the largest cities, were left to suffer through the bitter Winter of Famine before liberation in May 1945.

It would have made no difference to a teen-aged boy in Montreal, but it bugs me, and makes me wonder what else may be incorrect?

I hugely enjoyed Jack Whyte's non-magical retelling of the Arthurian myths. But though the historical details are painstakingly researched, he occasionally messes up the genealogy of his own secondary female characters. Enid, mother of Merlyn, is described as the younger sister of the Keltic king in book one, and as his daughter in a later book. I gave the books away and can't go back to check details. 

I also just finished The Hunger Games trilogy. A good read, though at some point I get tired of Action Movie Syndrome.

At the very end of the last book one of the characters digs up some bushes from the wild to plant near another's home. (trying to avoid plot spoilers here) The bushes are then described as "Not plain rose, but Evening Primrose."

Guess what. Evening Primrose or Oenothera Biennis has absolutely nothing to do with a rose, or a primrose for that matter. It is a weedy biannual, not a transplantable bush.

Was there no botanically literate editor who could have caught this?