Showing posts with label Prague. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prague. Show all posts

Saturday, May 30, 2009

THE FATE OF EGOMANIACS

We have by now been treated to many different manifestations of Barack Obama's egomania. There were the faux Greek columns and similar displays, there are claims such as "we are the ones we've been waiting for," there are grandiose world tours on which meaningless high-flying phrases are spouted and blood-stained hands eagerly shook. There is the apparently unshakeable conviction that certain extremely special individuals (namely He Himself) can talk reason to dictators and dominate them, there is the unquenchable hunger to take over, take over, and take over some more. And foolish people are already naming buildings and geographic landmarks for Obama, with nary a peep from the "House of Noncolor" that, perhaps, this is somewhat inappropriate with the honoree still alive and kicking. Soon, someone will start building a large statue, I am sure.

Speaking of statues of egomaniacs, here is a couple of images of a particularly cool one. I remember walking in the adjoining park in the late 1950s, staring upward at those huger-than-life Soviets, my prepubescent mind filled with wonderment.




















This monstrosity, 30 meters high with its 15-meter pedestal and 22 meters long, was unveiled in Prague, Czechoslovakia at a point overlooking the Vltava River on May Day, 1955. It consumed millions of skilled man-hours and 17 million tons of the best-quality stone. It could be seen from just about anywhere, which was the idea. The gratitude the Czechoslovak citizens were to show to Stalin for his genius and his beneficent leadership must be unbounded.

Until 1961, when the Czechoslovak Party was ordered to take the damn thing down due to de-Stalinization. Given that bureaucrats tend to follow excess with still more excess, the statue was surrounded by the secret police (no pictures, please!) and rapidly demolished. Rumor has it that the Party had ordered for the rubble reduced to such small size that no one could tell it had come from the statue, but that I cannot substantiate.

In any case, this is just a reminder that power and glory are fleeting and, despite relentless intrusion into the lives and minds of citizens and a hunger to control their thoughts, the truth can never be expunged and monuments (and those they represent) get pulled down.

I submit that there is no memory hole large enough to accommodate what Obama has already wrought, and anyone thinking of building monuments to him should bear that in mind.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

LEST WE FORGET THE RIGHTEOUS...

The Czech news Website iDNES reports that, on May 16, 2009, an old man named Nicholas Winton blew out a hundred candles on his birthday cake in the Czech Embassy in London. His birthday is actually on May 19, but the Czech Government wanted to honor Winton separately for his part in rescuing imperiled Czech children from the Nazis in 1939.

In 1938, Winton began to work in Prague for the British Committee for Czechoslovak Refugees, an organization that was helping Czechoslovaks who had been driven from the Sudeten region of Czechoslovakia following its annexation by Nazi Germany. After the Munich diktat, he became convinced that the Nazis were planning to annex what was left of the country. Having heard of the Kindertransports that had brought 10,000 Austrian and German Jewish children to safety in Britain, he decided to do the same for Czech children. He was ultimately able to get at least 669 mostly Jewish children to Britain.

The first group left Prague on March 14, 1939, the day before the Nazis marched into rump Czechoslovakia. Over time, Winton had organized seven more transports, the last on August 02, 1939. The next group was to leave Prague on September 01, 1939, but the Nazis held it up due to outbreak of war. None of the 250 children aboard survived the war.

Winton’s remarkable rescue effort remained virtually unknown until 1988 when his wife Greta found his 1939 scrapbook filled with photos and information on 664 of the children. Since then, five more participants had been identified, and there may be even more.

In honor of Sir Nicholas’s heroism – he was knighted in 2002 – the Czech Railways will actually run the last train, with some of the “Winton children” and their descendants aboard. The Winton Train will consist of period cars and will be drawn by a steam locomotive, all found, after some effort, in Hungary. It will leave Prague on September 01, 2009 and reach London on September 04, where Winton will welcome it personally.

Winton’s reaction to all the fuss is somewhat bemused. “I am no hero,” he said, “ It just had to be done.”

The Winton children who, with all their descendants, now number over 5,500, would surely disagree. Doing the right thing the first time, simply because it was the right thing to do, has always seemed complicated; but never more than in this postmodern age when anyone wishing to avoid virtuous behavior can simply construct an alternative reality that includes no ethical challenges and walk away with not a single twinge of conscience.

However, the reality of ethical comportment that is timeless in nature can never be ignored or suppressed; and men like Nicholas Winton are living remainders of that happy fact. May he live another hundred years, in happiness and health.