WE’RE IN A ROAD MOVIE TO BERLIN
Nov. 12th, 2009 12:11 amMeanwhile, I’ve been trying to corral my thoughts on the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall WITHOUT dragging Barack Obama into it.
I’m failing.
See, I’ve been to the Wall. My first duty station as a US Army soldier was in West Germany in the mid-80s, which meant our platoon leaders occasionally organized tours to the West/East German border to see it for ourselves – to show us the towns that had been forcibly divided along the border and the grey bleakness of No Man’s Land.
Once, a few of us managed to take a trip to West Berlin (which, as I was a US soldier, involved insane amounts of paperwork). We went, we saw the Wall, and the effect was powerful. The graffiti and artwork, Checkpoint Charlie, the sight of an entire section of the city (and country) fenced off from the world.
Combine that with the general nihilism of the Cold War we all grew up with, and the prospect of nuclear devastation (as well as the fact that our unit was expected to be vaporized within the first ten seconds of WWIII), and it really put things in perspective – what we stood for, what they stood for, and what we all stood to lose.
Yes, it’s oversimplistic – symbols usually are. And the Berlin Wall was as symbolic as it got. Which is why I’m sad that they eventually tore it all down. I understand the reasons, but sometimes we need physical reminders of the past. I’ve met plenty of Germans since then (from both the East and the West) who feel the same.
So what does Obama have to do with any of this?
Not much – except this comes back to what I said awhile back about having no patience for the dingbats accusing him and his health policies of being the new Fascist Socialist Communist Dachau. Fuck these people. They have no fucking idea what fascism is or what it looks like.
But you knew that, eh?
So enough of that. Let’s sing about the Berlin Wall – with the Sex Pistols.
I wanna see some a-history,
This is dF
I’m failing.
See, I’ve been to the Wall. My first duty station as a US Army soldier was in West Germany in the mid-80s, which meant our platoon leaders occasionally organized tours to the West/East German border to see it for ourselves – to show us the towns that had been forcibly divided along the border and the grey bleakness of No Man’s Land.
Once, a few of us managed to take a trip to West Berlin (which, as I was a US soldier, involved insane amounts of paperwork). We went, we saw the Wall, and the effect was powerful. The graffiti and artwork, Checkpoint Charlie, the sight of an entire section of the city (and country) fenced off from the world.
Combine that with the general nihilism of the Cold War we all grew up with, and the prospect of nuclear devastation (as well as the fact that our unit was expected to be vaporized within the first ten seconds of WWIII), and it really put things in perspective – what we stood for, what they stood for, and what we all stood to lose.
Yes, it’s oversimplistic – symbols usually are. And the Berlin Wall was as symbolic as it got. Which is why I’m sad that they eventually tore it all down. I understand the reasons, but sometimes we need physical reminders of the past. I’ve met plenty of Germans since then (from both the East and the West) who feel the same.
So what does Obama have to do with any of this?
Not much – except this comes back to what I said awhile back about having no patience for the dingbats accusing him and his health policies of being the new Fascist Socialist Communist Dachau. Fuck these people. They have no fucking idea what fascism is or what it looks like.
But you knew that, eh?
So enough of that. Let’s sing about the Berlin Wall – with the Sex Pistols.
I wanna see some a-history,
This is dF