Sometimes, I’m glib.
Actually, I’m often glib. Usually, even. Always, maybe.
The fact that I was glib does not mean that I was wrong: reading really is great. I believe, in all sincerity, that written language, our ability to record, preserve, and transmit information, is humankind’s greatest achievement, our best, perhaps only, hope of progress.
But while the ability to read is our paramount intellectual accomplishment and the great joy of my life, it can still bite me in the ass. There is so much to read, and not all of it brings welcome news.
This month, the cover article of The Atlantic magazine is by Jeffrey Goldberg, and is called, ‘Is It Time for the Jews to Leave Europe?’
Goldberg’s thesis is this: the Holocaust caused a temporary recession, or perhaps merely a masking, of Europe’s historically endemic anti-Semitism. The effect is now wearing off, and a new wave of anti-Semitism from Muslim immigrants has exacerbated it. The hatred that was always there is creeping back out into the open, and while Goldberg doesn’t believe that Europe has found itself back in 1933, he wonders whether it might not have found itself back in 1929.
The evidence which Goldberg marshals to support the existence of significant anti-Semitism in Europe, particularly in France and Sweden, is persuasive; less persuasive, perhaps, is the evidence in support of its increase. But this is pretty cold comfort: first of all, I find Goldberg essentially credible, and so extend him the benefit of the doubt. But secondly, isn’t it bad enough that there is still anti-Semitism in Europe?
Anti-Semitism is primitive, and appalling, and stupid. It was primitive, and appalling, and stupid in 1933, and then we were all given a terrible lesson.
Of course, the Holocaust was much, much more than a lesson – it was a genocide. But, at the very least, it should have been a lesson. Millions of people fell victim to a base prejudice: a lesson is the very barest minimum of what that should have been.
The Holocaust should have obliterated anti-Semitism in the mind of every civilized person of every race, religion, nation, or creed on the planet. That it didn’t, that the deaths of six million innocents only bought Europe’s Jews a century of reprieve, makes me despair.
Six million lives was far, far too high a price to pay to rid us of one prejudice – if it could not even do that, then we are hopeless, a wretched and evil species doomed to repeat our mistakes over and over and over, hamsters on the Devil’s own wheel.
What is the point of recording information if we cannot or will not learn from it? The act of writing is hopeful: it supposes that knowledge might be cumulative, that every human might not have to start from scratch, that the path to wisdom might be shortened.
But if six million deaths will not teach us, then what chance does the written word have? What can the reason, the argument, the logic, or the witness of past persons do for us if their very deaths leave us unmoved, as stupid, vile, and ignorant as we were before?
And we are stupid, vile, and ignorant. We cherish our bigotries and our hatreds more than we cherish each other; we preserve them and pass them on from generation to generation like twisted little heirlooms. Truly, what pieces of shit we have proved to be.
I have read too much history to have any faith in us anymore. No one has any right to surprised by Goldberg’s article: given a long enough timeline, man will always turn on man.
I’m not surprised; I’m sad. More than that, I’m disgusted: what a pathetic excuse for a species we are. Is it time for the Jews to leave Europe? The evil in man has made itself felt in every place, in every time – perhaps the better question is, where would they go?
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