This sardonic look at the current near-death condition of the European Union was originally published in the Preußische Allgemeine Zeitung. Many thanks to JLH for the translation:
The Week in Review with Hans Heckel
December 5, 2015
(How the EU Became a Fat, Greedy Monster, Why That Bothers No One and How Anti-Racists Extinguish Entire Peoples)
At first, there were only wolves. Then human beings refined this grey race into an incalculable multiplicity of dog races. Some cute, some elegant, some threatening, and others just weird. The breeders have a right to be proud. But there are also black sheep among them, who have bred in certain characteristics so strongly that the result was a miserable creature that either sickened and died young or suffered its entire life from defective joints, torturous breathing problems or fragile organs. These poor creatures are basically unfit to live.
Breeders conscious of their responsibility are on the lookout to stop the fanatics in their guild or, if still possible, to correct their mistakes.
One might wish for that kind of responsible individual in the field of politics and ideology. Here too, there are absurd over-refinements, no less grotesque than the pitiable creations of whacked out dog breeders. The results of fanatical political and ideological breeders are just as unfit to survive as those of like-minded animal breeders.
The European Union offers us a particularly bizarre example. The history of its forebears stretches back into the time between the two World Wars. At that time the politicians, Gustav Stresemann (Germany) and Aristide Briand (France), established the genetics of the community. It was the recognition that peace in Europe was only lastingly possible if the peoples — beginning with the Germans and French — develop a common whole.
There have been further refinements since then — unfortunately not always with the best intentions, and with ever more remarkable results. The added bonus after WWII was that the community would in all secrecy pursue the goal of putting Germany on a short leash. Since then, hidden under the shiny coat of harmony lay the toxin of betrayal like an evil tumor. The “breeders” continued to work enthusiastically, and from generation to generation their creation grew and grew, until at last a fat, greedy monster rolled out of the incubator, sclerotic and barely capable of moving. That is the EU that was born in 1992 as the successor to the old Common Market. And so the monster has wallowed through time, gobbling up countries, money, and skills — whatever it could get its paws on. It could not do any different. Its breeders had already set its nature before its birth in Maastricht.
But now, the poor critter staggers and weakens as if it were about to topple into the morass of history at any moment. What are the breeders doing? Wise medical people suggest a proper diet for purging and purifying. But wise medical people were long since banished from the court as “enemies of Europe.”
As early as next year, one of its largest organs could rot and fall off. Great Britain — the second strongest economic power of the EU, is facing a plebiscite which, from the look of things, may lead to the exit of the British from the Union. Simultaneously, we hear that Brussels intends to re-open the application process for Turkey to join the EU.
It is as if someone sawed a leg off this already weakened, genetically ailing animal, and then immediately strapped a heavy pack on its back. Under civil law, perverts who did something like this would be hauled into court. This horrific act, however, will probably result in the Charlemagne Prize.
The Germans are not much disturbed by all that, because they hardly notice it anymore. Ten or twenty years ago, the drama of Britain’s mortally endangered EU membership would have caused spasms of panic here. Week after week, print and electronic media would have been full of the newest polls from the Island. And every Tom, Dick and Harry would have contributed his two cents to debating the red-hot question, “Is the EU disintegrating?!” And now, no one here gives a hoot that Finland’s referendum on leaving the euro has cleared its second hurdle. Like someone undergoing a “near-death experience,” the EU — viewing the bright light of life’s end — sees its own life pass before it. It invokes the “great peace achievement,” it admires the long-dissipated youthful exuberance of the “Europe movement” and the Germans are there in spirit, also being astounded, instead of worrying about the condition of the EU.
Perhaps our dozy complacency comes from the fact that our thoughts are no less overbred than the pathetic EU. As noted above, in the realm of ideology too, grotesque overbreeding runs rampant.
There was once a time when people’s thoughts were full of racist trash. That was bred out of them. Unfortunately, there was not a timely end put to outbreeding. By now, we have degenerated to the point where even the mention of differences and unique characteristics of certain peoples and cultures causes palpitations among the so-called “anti-racists.”
The author Rolf Bauerdick has worked that out by means of “Anti-Ziganism Research”. “Anti-Ziganism researchers” are people who claim they can “scientifically” explicate racism against gypsies.
They have gone further and further with it. Ultimately, they have revealed that all the positive observations about gypsies — the much extolled Gypsy Romanticism, for example — are variations on racism. In the end, as Bauerndick soberly determines, there remains a “people without characteristics.” Only the fact that they are discriminated against is a collective characteristic — the Anti-Ziganism researchers consider that valid, but nothing else, whether (“apparently”) good or (“clearly”) bad, because they are all racist generalizations.
A classic case of ideological over-refinement. In their mania for purity, the battlers against hostility to gypsies have actually extinguished the gypsies as a recognizable group. OK, you can do that, since, where there are no gypsies, anti-gypsyism has lost its point But that’s a little sick, right?
With the mass immigration of these days, we are falling for our own overbred ideology. So as not to be racists, we believe neither what we see every day nor what we actually know. The majority of the feminine portion of this flood of asylum seekers lets it be known by their headgear what they probably think of the role of the woman as a real-world oriented, self-determined creature. At least we suspect that, but would die before allowing that to enter our thoughts. Instead, we convince ourselves that incubating under the headscarf is the future strong-willed head physician, successful entrepreneur or feminist journalist.
Anyone who sees it otherwise is a racist and is “fanning fears.” Fears — of what? Presumably that our undistorted common sense will tunnel upward and open our eyes. In that case, a rude awakening awaits us.
Terrible. So maybe it’s better to keep napping and enjoying the skewed contortions of our overbred anti-racism, which forbids us from speaking of “foreign cultures which are hard to reconcile with our own cultures.” At least until someone brutally yanks us sleepyheads into the Here and Now. That someone answers to the name of Reality.
|1.||Using the first syllable of “Zigeuner” = gypsy = Sinti and Roma.