{"id":2302,"date":"2013-03-01T19:50:16","date_gmt":"2013-03-01T23:50:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/?p=2302"},"modified":"2013-03-01T20:09:38","modified_gmt":"2013-03-02T00:09:38","slug":"the-price-of-honesty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/?p=2302","title":{"rendered":"The Price of Honesty"},"content":{"rendered":"
From my post yesterday<\/a> quoting Ernst J\u00fcnger’s Eumeswil <\/em>(1977):<\/p>\n It is not only the fit who survive, but also the honest. The fact that these two survivals do not coincide in time goes back once more to Genesis, to the separation of the Tree of Life from the Tree of Knowledge.<\/p>\n * I was in the dungeon with Boethius and in the temple with Marie From an account by Stuart Hood<\/a>, the first English translator of J\u00fcnger’s Auf den Marmorklippen (On the Marble Cliffs) <\/em>(1939), of his conversation as a British officer in Germany with\u00a0J\u00fcnger following the collapse of the Third Reich in 1945:<\/p>\n Of J\u00fcnger I knew that he had been much wounded, much decorated, as a very young officer in the 1914-18 war and had written of his experiences in a book published in English as Storm of Steel<\/em>. It was, I seemed to remember, a description of war as the ultimate experience, an example of the military mysticism on which Fascism had drawn. Knew too that he had written a work called Der Arbeiter (The Worker)<\/em>, which I believed to be an approving account of the totalitarian society and of the concept of ‘total mobilization.’ . . .<\/p>\n One of the expectations many people had had was that when the Nazi regime collapsed literary works would emerge which had been hidden away under the dictatorship – the results of the ‘inner emigration.’ It was an expectation that was not fulfilled. It was all the more surprising to find in [Marmorklippen<\/em>] what was clearly a coded but easily decipherable picture of a tyranny that had marked resemblances to the Nazi state. It had, I noticed, been published in 1939. This seemed to me to be a literary act of considerable courage. . . .<\/p>\n We spoke about his political past. He had, he said, at one time – long ago in the Twenties – thought that the National Socialists had something to offer Germany but he had been mistaken. He had therefore distanced himself from them. Such political honesty was rare at this time; the usual assertion was ‘Ich bin nie PG gewesen’ (I was never a Party member). Was Marmorklippen<\/em>, I asked, to be thought of as an attack on Hitler and his dictatorship? No, he said, it was aimed at tyrants in general. But it had had a certain importance – thus when his son was in trouble with the authorities he had gone to see a high official to try to help the boy. During the interview a copy of the book lay on the desk between them. It was never referred to.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n According to Wikipedia<\/a>, Ernst Jr. was imprisoned in 1944<\/p>\n for engaging in “subversive discussions” in his Wilhelmshaven<\/a> Naval Academy. Transferred to Penal Unit<\/a> 999<\/a>, he was killed near Carrara<\/a> in occupied Italy<\/a> on 29 November.<\/p>\n After the war, J\u00fcnger was initially under some suspicion for his nationalist past, and he was banned from publishing in Germany for four years by the British occupying forces because he refused to submit to the denazification procedures.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
\nNeedless to say, when praying, the anarch neither requests nor thanks. Nor does he seek a magical force in prayer. How many ardent prayers have not been heard? As a historian, I linger in the cells of the condemned; as an anarch, I would like to offer them posthumous solace; and I know that the guilty need this even more than the innocent.<\/p>\n
\nAntoinette when her hair turned white. I was there when the mob was howling outside and the father put on his prayer thongs. The child groped for his hand. But neither the father nor the child was heard.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n