Nazi Horror

Things I learned today:

  1. Roman Polanski experienced the Holocaust to a terrifying degree, losing his mother at Aushwitz, which puts his career as primarily a horror director into perspective (it doesn’t excuse his crimes and the bastard should have gone to jail – Fiat Iustitia, ruat astrum).
  2. There’s a whole sub-genre of Nazi horror cinema. I suppose I already knew this, but a blog calling itself Planet Auswitz analyzing it does rather Make It Official in a way.

For my money, the true Nazi Horror movie is Conspiracy. An HBO original from 2001, it gives you the other end of the monster. It takes place at a cushy conference in a lakeside villa. Not a drop of blood is spilled or a shot fired in anger. Nevertheless, it is a chilling meditation on human evil.

conspiracy-filmThe film is about the Wannsee Conference, wherein high-ranking Nazi officials planned the Endlosung der Judenfrage – the Final Solution to the Jewish Question, what Jews call the Shoah (“Calamity”), and what popular culture refers to as the Holocaust. Note this nomenclature. What we commonly consider a bloodthirsty pogrom on a larger scale, some bizarrely Teutonic irruption of anti-Semitic feeling, was in fact an entirely rational conclusion of bureaucratic logic. The Nazis came to Wannsee to sort out this Jewish business, once and for all. And given the status of Jews in the Third Reich, and the ongoing war, that business could only get sorted out one way.

The film makes this clear. If you’ve ever been in one of those meetings where all discussion is an illusion, the decision has been made already, and you are just being informed of the expectation to enthusiastically lend your support, then you will get this film. The meeting begins with a palimpset of discussion of alternative solutions – mass sterilization, primarily – but although it’s practicalities are debated it isn’t serious for a minute. With that camel’s nose inside the tent, the SS shove towards acceptance of what was already being done – mass extermination of Jews throughout Eastern Europe — in fits and starts. As having soldiers shoot them one by one is impracticable, poison gas becomes the obvious solution.

The dawning horror on mens faces as they realize what this meeting really is and that they’re really going to do it, that no real debate or discussion exists, that the fix is in, makes this film a favorite of mine. The verite aspect as well: the actual Wannsee conference took place in just about the running time of the movie. And it’s perhaps my favorite Kenneth Branagh performance. He plays Reinhard Heydrich, the Butcher of Prague, as a consummate politician, gemutlichkeit, but the iron fist slips out of the velvet glove when it needs to. The SS takeover of Jewish Policy questions from every other relevant government agency is the real purpose of the meeting, and Branagh plays that skillfully.

These men, highly educated, deeply civilized, allowed their reason to be corrupted by a premise — Jews are the authors of the world’s ills — that they never examined. Once accepted, this idea drives all before it, until not just humanity and sympathy, but even law, become unreasonable. Spiritual horror at the inversion of morality hit on an altogether different level than zombies, even if both are really about the same thing.

Welcome to the New Weimar Republic

German Neo-Nazis putting the boot to migrants.

It’s not surprising that this happened. Nazis, neo- or otherwise, don’t like immigrants. That’s their thing.

What’s surprising is this:

But police said the asylum seekers started the confrontation – and later hurled bottles at the police trying to save them from a beating.

The migrants picked the fight, according to the police. Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t, but the police said so. Which tells us something about the police – they were prepared to spin fact against the migrants, or they were prepared to tell the truth about them, rather than waffling and saying “oh, both sides were reponsible” (Granted, this is a british journalist’s interpretation of the event).

Remember, these are Nazis we’re talking about. Germany has extended a significant degree of psychological effort to expunge Nazism from their consciousness. Der Polizei, as agents of the state, could be expected to have a bias against the Nazis, to assume that they started the fight. They’re Nazis. Nazis start fights. That was their thing in the Sturmarbeiten, Horst Wessel Weimar days before the Little Moustache took power.

But no, the cops say that 20 migrants picked a fight with 100 Nazis.

That means something. I don’t know what it means, but it means something.

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So, Germans Are Making Nazi Sounds Again…

So sayeth the Telegraph (h/t Vox Day).

One recording purports to show a uniformed security guard speaking of getting “swastikas in my eyes”.

“In two years, there will be a revolution here and there will be no more of all this s***. We’ll clean it all out,” the guard, who has not been named, appears to say.

“We have plenty of summer camps, and I swear to you they can be used again. On the gate: work makes you free,” he says.

That’s one side of the extreme, of course. It’s not like the artists and cultural leaders have reined in their proper horror about Ol’ Shouty Pants?

Oops.

And it’s a movie, too:

Do you know what it sounds like when taboos get broken? Because this is what it sound like when taboos get broken.

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Darkness on the Edge of Town: Unions and Islamists Lock Arms for the Horst Wessel Song

Public order and civilization cannot survive when a community feels it is entitled to commit violence when it is thwarted.

The Religion of Peace.

Instapundit links the story of an Egyptian ex-diplomat who was kidnapped and beaten by the Muslim Brotherhood amid the continuing chaos of Egypt.

“They captured me, they dragged me and beat me all the way,” Yehia Negm, 42, said on Tuesday as Egyptians protested for a 19th day against President Mohamed Morsy, the Islamic-based Brotherhood and a rushed referendum on a proposed constitution.

Eight people died, and more than 700 were injured outside the palace a week ago before army troops and tanks restored order.

The Brotherhood blamed the violence on thugs paid by backers of deposed dictator Hosni Mubarak.

Of course they did. Not because they expect anyone to believe that. Not because they have any wish to disown violence. Because painting ourselves in the most favorable light is the top priority.

For a vision of what the Muslim Brotherhood plans for Egypt, look at Northern Mali.

On Oct. 9, Mariam Conate, 15, was walking to her uncle’s house in Timbuktu. She had forgotten to fully cover her face. Two Islamist police officers confronted her, and “one held me, the other beat me with the barrel of his gun,” Conate recalled. “They took me to their headquarters and threw me into a room. They locked the door and left.”

Outside, her jailors discussed her future. One wanted to cut off her ears as punishment. The other wanted to send her to a prison where six of her friends had been raped, she said. She was also worried that she would be forced to marry a militant, a fate her cousin had recently suffered.

“As I listened, I was trembling and crying,” Conate said.

U.N. and Malian officials said they have learned of many cases of rape and forced weddings by Islamist gunmen in the north. Two weeks ago, U.N. Deputy Secretary General Jan Eliasson told U.N. members that sexual violence is prevalent in the region.

No doubt these men consider their brutality heroic, precisely because it is so extreme. No doubt they think their willingness to go the extra mile to ensure that no woman goes around with her dirty sinful face uncovered redounds to their credit as men. Why, any slug can simply bow to the corrupt culture which permits fornication and other travesties, but to do something about it, to make your mark, even if that mark should only be in the wicked flesh of a woman’s ear, why, that is courage itself. So slice, slice the ears of Decadence, Ad Majora Dei Gloriam!

Fortunately we do not have such barbarians here in America.

As we speak, the usual suspects are pretending that this either didn’t happen, or that it contain’s exculpatory “heavy editing”. I suppose it’s possible that Crowder shouted “All Union Men enjoy union with men, if you know what I mean!” right before the guy started hitting him. But judged on the volume that Epic Beard Fattie achieves beforehand, I don’t think such was necessary. These guys believe themselves entitled to do with “freeloaders” as they please, and a hearty invitation at self-fornication to you if you happen to disagree. Dese guys, Dey is da woikin’ man, and da woikin’ man is always right, see?

Am I making too much of this? No. The difference of knocking over a tent and punching a guy does not equate to the kind of systematic terrorism that is rising in Egypt and Mali. Union goons are more akin to gangsters than revolutionaries; so long as they continue to wet their beak, nobody needs to get hurt. But both believe in a fundamental right to destroy opposition by any means necessary.

This kind of self-righteousness transcends ideology, so the fact that one can find the very same attitude in the lyrics of the official Nazi Party Rally, the Horse Wessel song, doesn’t really mean anything:

Flag high, ranks closed,
The S.A. marches with silent solid steps.
Comrades shot by the red front and reaction
march in spirit with us in our ranks.

You can find the actual song on YouTube, but it was posted by an actual Nazi, and I am not giving that a link.