smoke out

Some people still just don’t get it. A Daily News reader writes to the paper today complaining aout the Mayor’s threat to her personal freedoms.

OUTLAW FAST FOOD
South Orange, N.J.: What state of prohibition has Mayor Bloomberg gotten us into now? Isn’t the smoking ban an infringement on our personal freedoms, masked under the guise of bettering our health? I suppose he should now ban cheeseburgers and french fries, since they are also detrimental to our health.
Doreen Dany

I cannot speak for Mr. Bloomberg or the rest of the New York City Council, but I’m sorry, I absolutely do not care if someone wishes to shoot up heroin on the street, so long as he or she does not block or litter the sidewalk which others share. Restricting smoking in closed public areas is not about tyranny.
Smoking is a threat to my health and that of anyone else who must share the air fouled by those who smoke, and it makes it impossible for me and others unable to breathe smoke to enter the spaces where it is permitted. I am ecstatic about the fact that within less than three months I will finally be able to enjoy smaller restaurants, bars and music clubs and the pleasures and society only they can provide, and, yes, I will be delighted to share these places with people who choose sometimes to smoke–only elsewhere.

boring, boring, boring, but very dangerous nevertheless

My quarrel is not with their sleeping habits, or even the manner in which they entertain themselves. I’m just glad I don’t have to be any part of the current regime in Washington.

“All the senior staff has no life, or has too many lives — kids,” said Mary Matalin, who recently quit after two years as counselor to Vice President Dick Cheney.

What concerns me is what a self-imposed isolation says about their minds and their souls and therefore what is its impact on the rest of us.
The Washington of the Bush administration is dead, and it’s not just the social life. It starts at the top, with the senior occupant of the White House avoiding society whenever possible, preferring to visit only with their oldest, closest friends when they entertain at all.

They venture out with friends to favorite restaurants, like the Peking Gourmet Inn in suburban Arlington, Va. [also his father’s favorite, a locked-down suburban Chinese restaurants for a night out?], but like the first President Bush they prefer low-key evenings at home with longtime friends.
“It’s the social-life equivalent of comfort food,” said Mrs. Bush’s press secretary, Noelia Rodriguez, who said the Bushes held perhaps only one film screening in the White House theater in all of last year, preferring to watch movies at Camp David on the weekends. “Being with close friends and family and doing things that are more family-oriented, like T-ball. The focus there is not on th 40-somethings, but on the 5- and 6-year-olds.”

—Like little George Dubya.

SUVs support oil companies, and terrorism too

Yesss!
The only way we will wean this country from its monster passenger truck obsession is to shame it. I used to think the SUV would eventually be abandoned when Americans perceived it as uncool, since so much of its popularity is all about fashion, but in such an uncool society that may take too long. Arianna has a better way.

Ratcheting up the debate over sport utility vehicles, new television commercials [the brainchild of Arianna Huffington] suggest that people who buy the vehicles are supporting terrorists. The commercials are so provocative that some television stations are refusing to run them.
Patterned after the commercials that try to discourage drug use by suggesting that profits from illegal drugs go to terrorists, the new commercials say that money for gas needed for S.U.V.’s goes to terrorists.

The ABC affiliate in New York will not be running the ads, scheduled to be broadcast on “Meet The Press,” “Face the Nation” and “This Week With George Stephanopoulos.” New York must either love the SUV more inordinately than other cities or some of us are unable to take such “hot-button issues,” as the local ABC director of programming describes the subject of the ads. He also said that a lot of the statements being made were not backed up, but I’m guessing the affiliate was less concerned about textual support for the arguments made by the Bush administation’s antidrug spots.

Willem Arondius, “not less courageous”

I like to think of myself as a proud activist queer with an enormous interest in history, but the awesome story of Willem Arondius [alternatively, “Arondeus”] and his friends was completely unknown to me until this week. It played itself out across the screen of my laptop only because I had been going through the website of the Holocaust Museum in connection with their latest special exhibit, “Nazi Persecution of Homosexuals, 1933-1945.”
What follows is the story I composed as a collage, quoting and editing accounts from several web sources which deal with Arondius.

During the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands, on the evening of March 27, 1943, a resistance unit comprised of artists, students and two young doctors raided the Bevolkingsregister [residents’ registration office] in Amsterdam. One of them, costume designer Sjoerd Bakker, had himself tailored [German] police uniforms for the entire unit. The leader of the group, artist and writer Willem Arondius, wore the uniform of a police captain. With the aid of these disguises, they managed to gain entrance to the building without attracting any attention and immediately set to work disarming all the guards posted there. While doing so, they took extra care not to harm any of them. The guards were temporarily rendered immobile after being injected with harmless amounts of a tranquilizing substance. After dragging the anaesthetized guards outside and laying them down in a garden, the next few minutes were spent planting incendiary benzole compounds all over the building that were then ignited by remote control. After five detonations, fire broke out in all the rooms. All the arsonists involved managed to escape the scene undetected.
The bombing of Amsterdam’s Bevolkingsregister had an enormous psychological effect on the Dutch people: Even if all files were not destroyed by the flames, the German occupiers were now extremely nervous, and many Resistance groups throughout the country felt encouraged to follow suit with similar actions. The Netherlands had been occupied by the Wehrmacht (regular German army) since May 1940, and from the beginning of July 1942, deportations of Jews to the Polish death camps had already begun. Approximately 25,000 of the ca. 140,000 Jews living at that time in Holland resided there illegally. Most of them were forced by the circumstances to live in hiding-places and be provided for by non-Jews. The artists active in the Resistance were mainly busy with fashioning forged identity cards for these victims of persecution. However, even perfectly made I.D. imitations could be dangerous for their holders, as soon as they were compared with the duplicates that existed in the bevolkingsgregister. Thus came the idea of bombing the registration office, in order to destroy as many of those files as possible.
The homosexual writer and artist Willem Arondius was the chief coordinator of the operation. Two other gay comrades-in-arms were the tailor Sjoerd Bakker and the writer Johan Brouwer. They were later betrayed by a person or persons unknown, arrested and sentenced to death. During the Nazi show trial Willem Arondius assumed full responsibility for the bombing. The only ones to survive the Nazi era, by their receiving long sentence terms instead of the death penalty, were the two doctors (Cees Honig and Willem Beck) who had tranquilized the guards.
Shortly before his execution Willem Arondius had his lawyer promise that she would pass the following words on to others so that future generations might not forget: [In Dutch: “Homo’s hoeven niet minder moedig te zijn dan andere mensen“] “Homosexuals aren’t any less courageous than other people.”
Even in the liberal Netherlands it took until April 1990 for the larger part of the population to receive this message. Toni Bouwman’s highly praised 1990 documentary on Arondius’ life was broadcast that year on Dutch television:[“Na het feest, zonder afscheid verdwenen–Notities uit het leven van Willem Arondius“] “After the Party: Gone Without Saying Good-Bye.–Notes from the Life of Willem Arondius.”
[slightly edited from the Ben Boxer’s Silver Foxe Clubhouse site’s excellent account]

There’s apparently only a little more available on the net in English, and this is just about all of that:

Arondius had been born in Amsterdam in 1895. An artist and author, Arondius [fabulous photo!] was commissioned to do a mural for the eighteenth-century villa then serving as provincial capital, or Provinciehuis, for North Holland in Haarlem in the 1920’s (which still survives) and later published a biography of Dutch painter Matthijs Maris. But he would never become a really successful artist. One account says that he was subject to mood changes and that he suffered from a inferiority complex [actually, the words used are “He suffered from a minority complex,” but although I believe they really meant, “inferiority complex,” I entirely understand the heavy impact of the other possibility, and it may say even much more]. He seemed to both love and hate the capital. He moved a couple of times to the countryside, but always returned. Prior to World war II he lived with Jan Thijssen, the son of a green grocer, in the countryside near Apeldoorn, but they moved to Amsterdam in the late thirties.
Arondius joined the “Raad van Verzet” resistance movement shortly after the invasion. This underground unit specialized in falsifying registration papers.
The efforts and courage of such units of the resistance are attested to in works such as The Diary of Anne Frank. Monuments to the resistance commemorate the brave acts of Dutch citizens who participated in the general strike that brought the country to a standstill in reaction to the Nazi’s violent attacks on the Jewish community in Amsterdam. Streets are named after the brave leaders of the resistance who gave their lives in defense of others. However, the social attitude towards Gays in post-war Europe made recognition of a homosexual such as Arondius more difficult.
The world that survived the war was not ready to endure a homosexual hero.
[edited largely from the account found on Lambda‘s site and including material from the site of Hans and Thomas {see another, more conservative, photo of Arondius}]

Would we be able to do as much as did Willem, his friends and so many others?
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Those who can read Dutch may want to look at the brief biographical text from the Instituut voor Nederlandse Geschiedenis [Institute for Netherlands History] site.
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Willem was of course not alone. The story of at least one other member of his circle. Frieda Belinfante, will need her own post.

“Is that the peace sign or the finger?”

I really love this picture, but yeah, it needs the story it accompanies, which includes the sassy quote above.
Grass-roots anti-war activists in the Northwest are reporting a very visible and audible growing swelling of support for a once-local overpass peace vigil. By their report, even a majority of the truckers who drive under the bridges where they display their signs are giving them the thumbs up and honking.

“It’s my belief that lots of people have the same feelings but they don’t know if there is someone else who agrees with them,” Bird said. “If you stand up and say what you think, that encourages all the people who say the same thing.”

There are many ways to do just that, and along with so many other initiatives of all kinds, the Blue Button Project is based on the conviction that it will work.
But do we have time?

decades of concentration camps

The United States Holocaust Museum in Washington currently includes an exhibit on the Nazi persecution of homosexuals, the first in a series on specific groups other than Jews who were victimized by the regime.
The numbers of victims identified with a pink triangle never rivalled those of Jewish victims*, but there was a particular horror awaiting those who managed to survive in the camps until “liberation,” and for the world’s memory of those who did not survive.

As the Allies swept through Europe to victory over the Nazi regime in early 1945, hundreds of thousands of concentration camp prisoners were liberated. The Allied Military Government of Germany repealed countless laws and decrees. Left unchanged, however, was the 1935 Nazi revision of Paragraph 175. Under the Allied occupation, some homosexuals were forced to serve out their terms of imprisonment regardless of time served in the concentration camps. The Nazi version of Paragraph 175 remained on the books of the Federal Republic of Germany (West Germany) until the law was revised in 1969 to decriminalize homosexual relations between men over the age of 21.
The continued legal and social prohibitions against homosexuality in Germany hindered acknowledgement that homosexuals were victims of Nazi persecution. In June 1956, West Germany’s Federal Reparation Law for Victims of National Socialism declared that internment in a concentration camp for homosexuality did not qualify an individual to receive compensation. Homosexuals murdered by the Nazis received their first public commemoration in a May 8, 1985, speech by West German President Richard von Weizsäcker—the fortieth anniversary of the war’s end. Four years after re–unification in 1990, Germany abolished Paragraph 175. In May 2002, the German parliament completed legislation to pardon all homosexuals convicted under Paragraph 175 during the Nazi era.

Some of this history is current events in the U.S., where “don’t ask, don’t tell” remains the law of the land, where homosexual activity remains a crime punishable by prison in many states, where there is no federal protection for homosexuals and where gays have always been generously tolerated during wartime but hunted out at other times when seeking careers in military service.

With the reintroduction in 1935 of conscription for all men ages 18 to 45, Germany’s homosexual men became liable for service in the armed forces, the Wehrmacht. The German military code did not bar homosexuals, even convicted homosexuals, from serving in the armed forces. As a result, thousands of homosexual men were drafted to serve a regime that persecuted them as civilians.
Homosexual activity in the military was regulated by §175 and §175a. As huge numbers of men were called up, convictions rose, but the long–held fear that homosexuality would spread as an epidemic through the often–isolated all–male military proved to be unfounded. Still, arrested soldiers faced brutal punishments. Individuals convicted as “incorrigibly homosexual” or for abuse of authority under §175a were discharged, imprisoned, then dispatched to a concentration camp. Those sentenced for having “erred by seduction” served terms in prison and returned to service.
As an option to enduring the notoriously wretched military prisons, men convicted for any but the worst crimes under §175 could petition to join the “cannon-fodder” battalions. Commanders mercilessly used such troops in battles that in most cases were suicide missions.

From its founding the Museum has always been extraordinarily inclusive about the area of its concern, making available materials and literature on the persecution of homosexuals, the handicapped, Gypsies, Poles, Soviet prisoners of war and Jehovah’s Witnesses.
The Museum website exhibit, which includes primary source material and photographs, is as excellent as it is horrible.
After it closes in D.C. on March 16, the entire installation travels to New York, San Francisco, other cities and in fact to any additional venues which might still request it (check the site for that information). We were planning a special visit south this winter until hearing the exhibit would be coming here. Actually, as enthusiastic patrons of the Washington Museum, we may decide to travel anyway, take the family, and go back with friends when it gets here.
In any event, the Museum itself should be visited by everyone who possibly can, ideally with some frequency, for the permanent as well as the changing exhibits.
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* Umm. When I went to link here to Yad Vashem as a source for the numbers of Jewish victims (usually given as around six million), I failed at first to find a specific figure. While distracted by other information I did notice that wihin the site there are various references to other victims of the Nazis, and that all but one of the usual categories are enumerated specifically. The category of homosexuals is not included. In fact, with further effort, using their own search engine, to locate any reference to homosexual, homosexuality, gay, queer, paragraph 175 or the pink triangle, I only turned up, repeatedly, the answer, “No documents matching your query were found.” I was shocked and not a little angry.

minister of defense, and healing

The world is fortunate there are models other than our own.

SANTIAGO, Chile — It is a measure of how much this country has changed that Michelle Bachelet today works from an office that once belonged to Gen. Augusto Pinochet, the dictator whose forces tortured her father to death nearly 30 years ago.
When she was appointed Chile’s minister of defense a year ago this week, much was made of the fact that she was the first woman to hold that portfolio in Latin America. As if that were not novelty enough, she is also a Socialist, a physician and the daughter of Alberto Bachelet Martínez, an air force general who died in prison after he was arrested and convicted of treason by his own colleagues.

It’s an amazing story, perhaps especially for an American reader, since our own government facilitated the establishment of the Pinochet regime [to use a euphemism].

Not long after her father died, Dr. Bachelet and her mother, Ángela Jeria, were themselves jailed for several months and held in separate cells at two detention centers notorious for torture, Villa Grimaldi and Cuatro Álamos. Dr. Bachelet was beaten and blindfolded, though “there was nothing with electricity,” she says, as if to minimize the severity of the experience.
“I’m not an angel,” she said. “I haven’t forgotten. It left pain. But I have tried to channel the pain into a constructive realm. I insist on the idea that what happened here in Chile was so painful, so terrible, that I wouldn’t wish for anyone to live through our situation again.”

She became a well-known pediatrician and public health specialist in the eighties, and today many Chileans wonder how that earlier career can be reconciled with her position today.

“I studied medicine because I wanted to serve and help others,” she said, and in her mind, national defense and security are no different. “I am convinced that the duty of defense is to maintain peace and avoid war,” she said.

another pep rally

FORT HOOD, Texas (Reuters) – President Bush said on Friday the United States was ready to win a potential war with Iraq and “liberate” its people as he rallied soldiers at the largest U.S. Army base amid an intensifying military buildup around the Gulf nation.
“Some crucial hours may lie ahead,” Bush, wearing a green military jacket, told about 4,000 troops at Fort Hood Army Base in his home state of Texas. “We are ready. We’re prepared.”
“If force becomes necessary to disarm Iraq of weapons of mass destruction … to secure our country and to keep the peace, America will act deliberately, America will act decisively, and America will prevail because we’ve got the finest military in the world,” he said. His speech was punctuated with applause, whistles and the soldiers’ traditional “hoo-ah” cheers of approval.

Gosh oh gee wiz, he talks as if the most-powerful-by-far empire on the planet has a worthy (that is, equal in strength) enemy. So, does that mean that there’s a chance that this war thing could all end up in a draw? After all, isn’t it now clear we’re going to be just about helpless in combat, since our primary defense, as has become usual in these wars against “the lessor sorts,” will be to drop bombs from several miles up if anyone dares to shoot at us? Sounds like an equal contest to me.
Seriously however, will it be another war like Granada, or will it look more like Viet Nam or the Boer War?