We arrived in Canada some days ago. Jetlag. Long days and short nights leave my mind racing. I reminisce the days I visited my grandfather, when we talked about politics. Him being almost afraid of the red plague. The Communists.
My Grandfather is a worker, basic school education, hampered by the War. Afterwards he was trained as a steel puncher leaving him almost deaf today and unsatisfied as a young adult. He worked for Siemens back then, and became interested in Chemistry. Every evening he spent reading books, teaching himself and finally being awarded with a technical chemistry degree. He stayed at Siemens throughout his life, working as analytical chemist. Later, he passed on this legacy to me, paving my path to University to become a Chemist (and I dedicated my Diplom-thesis to him in return).
Yet, this hardworking, clever man is unwilling to put his vote into the socialists’ box. And of course he doesn’t need to. But he does it out of fear of the Communists coming along with them. Roughly translated, in his words:
As long as the socialists and the left-wingers go hand in hand to the grave of Rosa Luxemburg to lay down flowers, I won’t vote for them. As long as they are in bed with the communists, I can’t vote for them.
I keep wondering why.
The US tried to fight almost every country that was communistic. It was Them vs Us. Seemed an easy world order. But it goes further: In a documentary about the war in Miami, I heard that the United States used paramilitary forces to commit acts of sabotage and terrorism to destabilize the communist movements in Columbia. Not necessarily because they were communists, but because they smuggled tons of marijuana and later cocaine into the US, into Miami and were making millions if not billions of Dollars. Un-taxed Dollars! But, if you wanted to fight something back then, it’d better be red.
This then tightly connected with the War on Drugs, started by Nixon in 1971 (and leads to interesting involvements of the CIA and the sudden appearance of Crack in the black neighborhoods of LA and NYC…). If you dig a little deeper you suddenly see companies involved (e.g. to “host” the 1 mio new prisoners incarcerated every year as result of the War on Drugs). So is the “Fear of Communism” just a big money game? Of course. But by putting the drugs in it was also nice to keep some people quiet that could ruin it:
“The Nixon campaign in 1968, and the Nixon White House after that, had two enemies: the antiwar left and black people. You understand what I’m saying? We knew we couldn’t make it illegal to be either against the war or black, but by getting the public to associate the hippies with marijuana and blacks with heroin, and then criminalizing both heavily, we could disrupt those communities. We could arrest their leaders, raid their homes, break up their meetings, and vilify them night after night on the evening news. Did we know we were lying about the drugs? Of course we did.” — John Ehrlichman, (Assistant to Nixon for Domestic Affairs)
Should we be afraid of communism or drugs?
I don’t think so.
But after all it helped to fuel a lot of wars.
And a lot of Dollars were made.
And a lot of heads were messed with.
There’s one other thing my grandfather fears and wants to eradicate with all necessary force from this planet: Drugs. Especially marijuana and heroin.
I would shoot every drug dealer in the head. And add poison to all the marijuana and heroin out there. See how quickly this drug abusing would be over.
You think that’s crazy?
Just look at Islamic Terrorism and our society today.
The Picture. Shows the Independence Palace in Saigon, Vietnam. Were the Vietnam War ended when a tank crashing through the gates. Wouldn’t it be nice if it could be that easy?