Never Again?

I usually write only about books or art, and this article is also about arts and culture–movies–but more importantly, it’s about the situation America is in today. So to prove I think about other things than painting or writing novels—–

Judgement in Nuremberg. Never Again?

This  week,  I saw two excellent movies—Nuremberg and Judgement at Nuremberg. The new movie, still in theaters and also streaming, revisits the genesis of the Nuremberg trials, with a very interesting behind-the-scenes look at how the trials came to be. There had never been any sort of international tribunal before, but the Allied Powers decided that the crimes committed by the Nazi regime were beyond anything the world had ever previously seen, and justice couldn’t be satisfied merely by having won the war.

Nuremberg concentrates on the first trials, in 1945, of twenty-two high-ranking officials in the German administration. It primarily focuses on Dr. Douglas Kelley, a US Army psychiatrist brought in to interview these people for the purpose of determining whether or not they were fit, sane enough, to stand trial.  The underlying assumption was that only insane people could have carried out the atrocities of the Holocaust. The interactions between Dr. Kelley, played by Rami Malek, and Hermann Goring, played by Russell Crowe, are intense.

The salient point of the movie, Nuremberg, is Dr. Kelley’s conclusion, which was certainly not viewed with general favor at the time, that none of the accused was insane. On the contrary, Dr. Kelley concluded that the Nazi leaders were perfectly sane and focused, and the ideas that motivated them were not exclusive to Germans in any way. He concluded that the same forces exist in every society, definitely including the United States.

Judgement at Nuremberg  was first released in 1961, but was initially shown to the public as a television play, on Playhouse 90, in 1959. This movie is a fictionalized account of the Judges Trial that took place in 1947, two years after the initial trial. This brought eleven former members of the German judiciary before the tribunal. This movie takes much more dramatic license with its material than does the recent one, but the conclusion ends up very much the same. The judges, learned and thoughtful men, participated on their own volition in the kangaroo courts that were responsible for convicting and killing or incarcerating innocent victims who opposed or displeased the Nazi regime in any way. The movie brings up the often-heard excuse, “we didn’t know,” when the accused were faced with the filmed evidence of the concentration camps’ brutality and inhumanity. It makes clear that if they didn’t know, it was only because they closed their eyes to the evidence all around them.

The most sympathetic of the fictionalized Nazi judges, Ernst Janning, was played by Burt Lancaster, who comes off as a thoughtful, caring human being, gripped and torn by deep conflict over his actions. Yes—until the devastating last line of the movie, when the American Chief Judge, played by Spencer Tracy, tells him, as he tries to excuse his actions, that he became part of the problem the first time he convicted a man he knew to be innocent, and condemned him to death.

The point of both of these movies is to show that the Nazis and the Germans who supported them, either by actively joining in or by idly standing by without protest, were not unique. Bigotry and brutality exist as human qualities, whether in Germany or in America, and need only a forceful, charismatic leader to bring those qualities to the fore, plus enough people who are unwilling to stand up and say ‘no’ to allow these things to happen.

We used to say ‘never again,’ never dreaming that the same forces could ever operate here in the United States. But we’re now seeing, every day, whether in the gestapo tactics of ICE or in the piracy and murders in the Caribbean or the illegal and unprovoked invasion of Venezuela that these same forces are rampant here and now.

Is it too late to stand up? Is it too late to say no? Please G-d, no, it’s not yet too late. Let us have the strength and courage to fight against the MAGA-ts, and give the spineless worms wriggling around on the floor of the Congress a big heave-ho at the mid-term elections, so we can reclaim our country and try to repair the vast damage that has been done already. Time is running out. We have only one more chance.

Indie Illinois

I’m so excited to learn that one of my books, Death on the Danube: a Bella Sarver Mystery, is now available on Indie Illinois: Discover books by local authors, part of Biblioboard, a website that allows readers to access ebooks by local authors from their local libraries. What a great way to let local authors expand their reach and to let readers expand their choices.

So be sure to check it out.

Community

Writing can be a lonely activity, so it helps a lot to have a community to share ideas and tips with. I’ve been lucky enough to have found The Writing Journey, a group of fellow writers, some years ago when I was just getting started writing my Bella Sarver Mystery novels. I don’t think I’d have had the courage to publish my books if it hadn’t been for this group. So you might want to click on this link and take a look at some of the work some of my fellow authors have been doing lately. There are some really excellent suggestions for holiday gifts.

Happy Holidays everyone, and Happy New Year!

Peace, Acrylic, 12 x 12

Representational? Abstract?

Fjord, acrylic, 20 x 20

If you’ve been following my posts for the past couple of years, you’ll have noticed that most of my paintings have been fairly abstract in design. I’ve fallen in love with putting together various shapes and colors into vibrant compositions. But, having been inspired by a recent trip to Iceland, land of fjords and volcanic mountains and waterfalls, I was tempted to start making representational paintings once again. With this painting, Fjord, I tried to capture the power of the water rushing down from the glaciers over the rocks below. Although this painting is an exercise in realism, there are definitely abstract elements involved, so the painting combines both genres in one. If it’s successful.

Book Signing Saturday, Aug. 9th, 1-3 pm, Barnes & Noble, 9 Jackson Ave., Naperville

I’m so excited to have been invited to participate in a book signing event at Barnes & Noble’s new store in downtown Naperville. I’ll have copies of all five of my Bella Sarver mystery novels available for purchase, including the latest, The Butterfly Carpet Murders, and I’m so looking forward to meeting with and discussing the books with my readers. Bella Sarver is an artist and teacher who lives in a fictional Chicago Suburb called Deer Creek. She loves to participate in community events and to travel in Europe. She certainly doesn’t plan it, but wherever she goes, she somehow becomes involved with people getting themselves murdered, and is able to use her artist’s expertise to figure out ‘who dunnit.”

I actually hate the term ‘cozy mysteries,’ which is, unfortunately, the designation given to the genre my books fall into. It seems to impart a certain flightiness or shallowness to the work. But when I really think about it, if that term puts my Bella Sarver in company with such as Hercule Poirot or Miss Marple or Lord Peter Wimsey, well– who am I to complain?

Event details: Barnes & Noble, Naperville

Qui Bono?

Qui Bono, acrylic, 20 x 16

I actually thought of the title for this painting before I began painting it. It came to me while I was reflecting (for a change) on the many disastrous decisions being made at the White House these past 3 months. Qui Bono? Who benefits? Well – certainly nobody I know.

I could paint pretty landscapes or appealing still lifes. Not terribly challenging anymore, but still fun to do. I could do portraits. Somewhat more interesting, but they still don’t fit the bill. But abstracts, yes! Slapping paint on a canvas, red and angry! Free-form, flowing! Yes – that does the job.

Qui bono? I don’t know, but I hope you find my painting interesting to look at and think about.

A Little Touch of Sunshine

Love the Caribbean, especially when it’s cold and snowing at home and I’m enjoying the warmth and sunshine and the flora and fauna of a beautiful Caribbean island. Did you ever have a macaw eat out of your hand while iguanas chased each other across the landscape? Heaven!

So–to bring a little taste of that back home, here’s Caribbe! 16 x 20, Acrylic.

Ocho Kandelikas

Ocho Kandelikas, acrylic, 20 x 16, $325

We just recently celebrated the holiday of Chanukah, and one of the songs associated with this holiday is Ocho Kandelikas (Eight Candles), a reference to the number of candles lit during the holiday, one for each of 8 nights. This song is written in Ladino, a Spanish-Hebrew language originally spoken by the Jews of Iberia.

While walking around the studio, humming this song, my paint brushes decided to transform the canvas I was working on into an homage to ocho kandelikas, so here it is. I love creating abstract designs, letting the colors flow, adding highlights where they need to be. Plenty of texture, too, though that doesn’t come through well in the photo. But you can find 8 candles there, if you look carefully.

Winter

While walking through the woods near home the other day, I got to thinking about how freezing cold it was, and about the trees. Have you ever wondered about trees? What they’re thinking? What they’re feeling? Here’s my take on it. I’m including one of my pastel paintings to help illustrate it.

Winter

Empty, gray sky. And cold. Very cold. I know the sun is out there someplace, but it gives no warmth. I’m standing alone, unprotected, yet … the sap shivers in my veins and tells me I’m still alive. Comforting. I miss the birds, though.

Still, my friends are standing nearby, tall and strong, if also bare and defenseless like myself.  Many of them are not as strong as they used to be. The winters have taken their toll. None of us has much to say, but we can feel each other and know we are still together.

Most of us, anyway. A few have fallen in the past year. I heard the dull thuds as they toppled, felt the earth shake. For a while, they lay randomly, some leaning drunkenly against old friends, some stretched out along the ground, among the fallen leaves and broken branches. The deer nibbled at their bark, the squirrels scrambled over their twisted limbs, not yet crumbled into the earth. Sad, certainly, but to be expected. It was a tough year—aren’t they all?—so some of them were bound to have succumbed to the storms. And some simply got too old and tired to stand. They’re not  entirely lost to the world, though. No. Their spirits, their memories are with me still.

As is the empty nest that clings to my top branches. The little ones are gone, of course. Off to live their own lives, as is proper. They never glance back once they leave me. I wonder if they even remember me at all. Well, that’s life, I guess. In the spring, the hawks will return, to freshen up the old nest for a new family. And so it goes.

The forest is quiet and still, but not abandoned. There is movement now and then, defying the cold. I wonder what it must be like, to propel oneself along on one’s own branches, as those moving along the path are doing. Free and confident. Maybe scary, too. After all, there’s a lot to be said for the stability of occupying one’s own space, surrounded by others who are doing the same, for as long as we can. The beings who matter to us the most stay put. They don’t leave us, not until they disappear, slowly, to become united with the earth from which they emerged so long ago. Safer that way.

Winter’s End, Pastel, 20 x 16

Loyalty

Integrity

Strength

Honesty

Winter

Winter is not my favorite season. The cold, the early dark–make me want to pull the covers over my head and stay in bed until Spring. But that way lies madness–right? So get up and paint, I tell myself. Remember the warmth and color of the sun. It’s still out there, even though it’s doing its best to hide from us right now. So I reminded myself of the Caribbean–the lush islands, the beach, the sea. And I got out my paints, squeezed out a pile of yellow, grabbed a brush, and started smearing paint on a couple of canvases. And guess what? Today, after a couple of weeks of intense cold, the sun did come out and the earth warmed up a bit. So I guess my ploy worked, for today, at least.

First, I did a little vignette.

Sand and Sea, acrylic, 12 x 12

Next, encouraged, I branched out into something a bit more substantial, focusing on the light, the sun filling the sky. So that’s how this landscape came by its name.

Light, acrylic, 16 x 20