merrily we roll along

There is an unresolved debate regarding bringing the fugitive Edward Snowden (whom I am still unconvinced is not an industry-shill and distracting factor when it comes to leadership) out of Neuland to Germany to testify on espionage activities by his former employers. Quite a few double-buffs seem to be influencing inaction.

And though Russia, Snowden's host-nation, has on several occasions extended the guarantee that Snowden is free to speak to whomever he wishes, the initial caveat that Snowden's stay is contingent on causing no further international crises, proponents fear that such testimony under the candle-light of diplomatic missions might yield too little. Snowden's offer, meanwhile, is presented with a similar condition of sanctuary in Germany—which does not appear to be forthcoming. While the accommodation is clearly denied due fears for negative repercussions for the current government and successors by tempting America's displeasure, some announce the caution as a fear for extradition and rendition should the Fugitive come here and be too exposed to this den of American operatives. Such careful diplomacy runs counter to the facts that Germany is a subject of interest because America relies keenly on German success and stability and kidnapping an individual under German auspices would be an even graver slight. Courting dissatisfaction seems something minor considering the cordiality and trespasses already committed. I wonder what other juicy details remain to be disclosed. Limitations should, it seems, be entertained but not with surety of vindication and of victimisation.

pogrom and defenestration

This Saturday, 9 November, known as the German Schicksalstag, the fateful day, marks the 75th anniversary of individual persecution and prejudice becoming something systematic and institutionalised when on Kristallnacht (The Night of Broken Glass) a minority lashed out violently against Jewish citizens and other minorities, importantly with a majority of by-standers who did little to nothing to prevent this. Several initiatives have been launched in memory of this date, including many prominent (and sometime successor) retail outlets respectfully having made their storefronts to look vandalised with shattered decals, in addition to perennial and ongoing reminders of these tragic events.

chimera

My dear sister sent me this wonderful objet d'art in this little ceramic Jackalope—which does have a practical purpose too as a cotton-ball dispenser, one plucks cotton-balls out of its tail. H shared with me once that there was a taxidermy specimen on display at the neighbourhood butcher's shop and he was convinced that such fierce hybrids existed—in America.

It like how it has an innocent face, like little Cindy-Lou Who or Bunnicula, and the shiny, noble antlers. This hybrid of a jack-rabbit and an antelope, a creation of American folklore, goes by many regional names in German too—properly known as a Hasenbock (hare-ram) the Brothers Grimm popularised the Bavarian term Wolpertinger for this creature that was supposed to lurk in the Alps, the Dahu in Switzerland, or the Saxon Rapselbock for this fabled animal. German folklore has a complete bestiary of legendary creatures, including some less fanciful but interesting ones like the Welthund, a cyclopes dog, or the Erdhenne, domestic spirits that are the clucking ghosts of chickens.  I'd like figurines of those too.

remembrance or apocalypse no!

As European nations are preparing for solemn ceremonies to commemorate the upcoming centennial that marks the beginning of the outbreak of the Great War, each in their own way and surely the conflict was not spontaneous and the reach-back to the chronology is as important to understanding and reconciliation, though such horrors, falling from living memory evade the senses and imagination, another quite different war, half as old, is being remembered in a muted fashion.

War-mongers are always outdoing their forebears and at a fast clip of course came the second World War, no lessons learnt yet something more captivating due to its accessible and vast documentation and clearer sense of responsibility and ownership, and in its ashes came battles that ran hot and cold. Though the tragedy of the American offensive in Southeast Asia lasted decades and it is impossible to name one decisive moment in such proxy wars, where populations are pawns for ideologues, a turning-point came fifty years ago in 1963 when the US-backed leader of democratic South Vietnam was ousted and executed by the Vietcong, dismissed as a capitalist puppet. 
American engagement grew in response and after an alleged attack (which many historians agree was either an outright fabrication or so-called Tonkin Ghosts, false radar images, and a pretext to escalate action courtesy of the No-Such Agency) on its patrol ships, all out war with North Vietnam broke out. The causes of World War I are no less abstract, a backlash against imperialism led to the rise of fascism. History is written by the victors, though there are no real winners in war, and while the character of these enmities may be different, limited by the irrefutable bounds that there is no difference in suffering and loss nor in pride and greed neither, the bitter old specter of propaganda that turns patriots to rebels, depending on which side one is on, still haunts.

through the looking-glass II

The reconnaissance regarding the depth of US spying on friend and foe and the ties that bind has accelerated to such a pitch that it is becoming difficult to keep up.
To advance at such a clip is worrying to me, as rather than addressing known issues first, plaintiffs are becoming magnanimous. Bringing surprise and outrage over cadet affiliates' actions, delegations outremer for damage-control, and testimony in the form of a private audience to stir more strife, though perhaps bidden and needed, before putting a halt to current activities and assuaging public fears seems to me like simple envy—for all parties, and maybe a gracious way to bow-out. Rather than curtailing communication and cooperation, it seems to me that Germany has aspirations for inclusion as a member of the exclusive Five-Eyes Club, treated with the same respect as the anglophone snitching-network and with the same dues—already paid. Europe as a whole would never be accorded the same courtesy. It remains to be seen how sore Germany is over surveillance in general and what to what degree the outrage touches attempts to divine or second-guess her economic leadership.