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Mein Kampf My Struggle

…the seeds of neo-Nazism are germinating  
Markus Nierth, former mayor of Tröglitz, Germany 2015

Germany’s rock candy windows and cookie like shingles make seeing the oven inside impossible. At first, the obsessive compulsive cleanliness of Nuremberg’s post-WWII streets is a joy. For a child of the melting pot, born after The Big One, it’s painful to recall the grimmer aspects of the Third Reich with their proposed eugenics. Nuremberg [rebuilt] roots in an elitist past hiding behind half-timbered houses of wattle and daub. Once the seat of the Holy Roman Empire seeped in power, then, a base for Hitler’s wunderkind rallies—now a soul-blighted bloom, a minor stop on the tourist trail.

Street walking pedestrians—the silent middle, staid, detached—stroll or bike along paths, immersed in white dreams. The pogroms of terror, stolen homes, and bridges made from Jewish Cemetery stones lie beneath layers of pristine paint and plaster. The Jews victimized for centuries, and the war trials, a mere subtext to tour guide chatter. 

xenophobia 
tamped down like an ash banked fire 
waits to rise again 
on a bellows breath of rage
spray painted on railroad cars

The site of my pilgrimage, The Palace of Justice—walled in panels of ashen mahogany—retains a dour mien. Judges, jurors and those to be tried, still use this hall. After-images of skeletal camp dweller and vain glorious generals rise wraith-like from the polished surfaces, paneling, pews, and copings. Greek God’s glower. A bronze crucifix castes judgment on all who pass: God fearing, or atheist. Justice is not present; horrors are not passed and conscience is now presented to the world as a fanatic in a suicide vest.
 

First Published in Artificium UK 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Anish Avatar
May 2, 2018 at 9:58 PM
Glad you remember that terrible time. I wonder if humankind has learned anything from it as horrors continue in many areas of the world at the present time. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
Guzzi Avatar
May 3, 2018 at 1:23 PM
It doesn't seem as if men? can exist without a hierarchy. Someone always has to be below them. I don't know if that can change?
Lamoureux Avatar
January 19, 2018 at 5:28 PM
I think this piece was even more impactful reading it a second time. Many will write a lifetime and not produce such a significant piece as this.
Guzzi Avatar
January 19, 2018 at 7:03 PM
Thank you SO much Richard, I'm glad I did get my feelings across, we don't always.
Warlov Avatar
December 7, 2017 at 11:52 AM
So imaginative of them; re-purposing god's mistakes. I can see Jesus in a suicide vest...
Guzzi Avatar
December 8, 2017 at 10:51 PM
awww but considering how anti-Semitic the world is it wouldn't be a bad idea?
Dietrich Avatar
November 27, 2017 at 3:09 PM
Wow, Debs, this is amazing. I see it was published in the UK? This is one of your very best.
Guzzi Avatar
November 28, 2017 at 10:11 AM
Thanks a lot Andie that means the world coming from you.
Neumann Avatar
September 22, 2017 at 1:06 AM
This is so true. The picture postcard of Christmas markets and self congratulating democracy only tells one side of the story. Heinrich Heine 'once you start burning books, humans will soon follow on the pyre'. Have you got German roots? Kai
Guzzi Avatar
September 23, 2017 at 8:31 PM
yes, I do & it hurst to say so, my family ran from the programs in Russia to Germany. So much for Jews being smart?
Shetley Avatar
September 11, 2017 at 2:09 PM
The fear in current times is that it may all happen again and you paint the picture of possibility so well. I pray for the failure of all attempts.
Guzzi Avatar
September 13, 2017 at 2:52 PM
Yes, it is happening again.
Sergi Avatar
August 1, 2017 at 7:49 AM
Very poignant and intense, Debbie. Great Write.
Lamoureux Avatar
July 31, 2017 at 12:02 PM
Well expressed Debbie. Disturbing and artfully expressed.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 28, 2017 at 12:22 PM
Your pen packs a punch, exquisite write.
Roper Avatar
July 27, 2017 at 8:36 PM
So intriguing, Debbie , and so real and true..I cannot phantom the heartbreaking of those that suffered. ~*
Guzzi Avatar
July 27, 2017 at 10:15 PM
It was a difficult place for me to be for sure. Thanks for the read Eve.
Sivey Avatar
July 27, 2017 at 5:54 PM
What a marvelous write Debbie! You have written a fantastic piece with this incredible poem my friend! I really enjoyed reading this illustrious piece this evening! Great Work!!
Guzzi Avatar
July 27, 2017 at 7:13 PM
Thank you so much Russell!
Wanter Avatar
July 27, 2017 at 5:43 PM
Chilling! Well composed.
Guzzi Avatar
July 27, 2017 at 7:13 PM
Thanks Sunlite!
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