Bach as Hitler

Writing in the most sacred of Jewish sites-of-worship, The New Yorker, Alex Ross (who is both gay and Jewish, two prerequisites for writing in that magazine) has a piece titled “Bach’s Holy Dread”, the byline of which reads: “The composer has long been seen as a symbol of divine order. But his music has an unruly obsession with God.”

An ‘unruly obsession’? That is Tribespeak for Bach’s Lutheranism.

Yes, Bach believed in God. What is harder to pin down is how he positioned himself among the theological trends of the time. The Pietist movement, which arose in the late seventeenth century, aimed at reinvigorating an orthodox Lutheran establishment that, in its view, had become too rigid. Pietists urged a renewal of personal devotion and a less combative attitude toward rival religious systems, including Judaism. Bach made passing contact with Pietist figures and themes, though he remained aligned with the orthodox wing—not least because Pietists held that music had too prominent a role in church services.

Of the book Bach & God by Michael Marissen, a professor at Swarthmore College.

Marissen’s readings are similarly eagle-eyed, but he is on the lookout for a grimmer strain in Lutheranism. Luther’s ugliest legacy was the invective that, in his later years, he heaped on the Jewish people. His 1543 treatise “On the Jews and Their Lies” calls for the burning of synagogues and Jewish homes. “We are even at fault for not striking them dead,” Luther writes. Other writings endorse the blood libel—the legend that Jews kill Christian children for ritual purposes. Such sentiments were echoed by the more strident theologians of Bach’s time…

Other Lutheran theologians, particularly those in the Pietist camp, were considerably more tolerant. The musicologist Raymond Erickson has highlighted a document known as the Gutachten, published in Leipzig in 1714, which denounces the blood libel as baseless. A Pietist named August Hermann Francke—who, according to Chafe, may have influenced the themes of the St. John Passion—advocated the conversion of Jews to Christianity, but did so in a spirit of persuasion rather than coercion. Francke also deëmphasized the idea that the Jews were primarily or solely to blame for Christ’s death. He wrote, “Blame yourself, O humankind, whether of the Jews or the Gentiles. . . . Not only Caiaphas and Pilate, but I myself am the murderer.” To be sure, Luther said much the same in a 1519 sermon on the Crucifixion. The vituperation of his later writings can be balanced against earlier, more generous judgments. Such were the tensions that existed in Bach’s world on the question of the Jews…

Marissen says that his findings have often met with a frosty reception at musicological conferences. His critics have claimed that Bach cannot be anti-Jewish, because a cantata like “Schauet doch und sehet” does not actually name Jews as enemies, and because violence against Jews is nowhere advocated in Bach’s work. These objections show a shallow understanding of the psychology of bigotry. The weakest protest holds that any noxious views are mitigated, or even annulled, by the greatness of Bach’s music. Marissen is properly aghast: “The aesthetic magnificence of Bach’s musical settings surely makes these great cantatas more, not less, problematic. The notion that beauty trumps all really is too good to be true.”

Of Bach’s Passions:

Johann Sebastian Hitler

That judgment applies to the Passions, and to the St. John most of all. Of the Evangelists, John is the most vindictive toward the Jews, and many Baroque settings of his Passion narrative preserve that animus. The libretto of Bach’s St. John, by an unidentified author, is based in part on a text devised by the Hamburg poet Barthold Heinrich Brockes—a lurid treatment that was set by Handel and Telemann, among others. One aria speaks of “you scum of the world,” of “dragon’s brood” spitting venom in the Saviour’s face. Brockes’s libretto identifies the soldiers who scourge Jesus as Jews—a departure from the New Testament.

Bach’s libretto is somewhat less severe. The “scum of the world” lines are excised, and the scourging of Jesus is ascribed not to Jewish soldiers but to Pilate. Were these enlightened choices on the part of Bach or his collaborator? There is no way of knowing, but Marissen speculates that Bach, following Lutheran convention, wished to shift emphasis from the perfidy of the Jews to the guilt of all participants in the Passion scene and, by extension, to present-day sinners.

Still, the Jews retain enemy status, their presence felt in a series of bustling, bristling choruses. Many of these pieces share an instrumental signature—sixteenth notes in the strings, oboes chirping above. Several exhibit upward-slithering chromatic lines. Bouts of counterpoint create a disputatious atmosphere. All this fits the stereotype of “Jewish uproar”—of a noisy, obstinate people. At the same time, the choruses are lively, propulsive, exciting to sing and hear. When the Jews tell Pilate, “We have a law, and by the law he ought to die,” the music is oddly infectious, full of jaunty syncopations. This incongruous air of merriment conveys how crowds can take pleasure in hounding individuals. Moreover, the chorus in which the Jews protest the designation of Jesus as “King of the Jews” echoes a chorus of Roman soldiers sardonically crying the same phrase. Ultimately, Bach seems interested more in portraying the dynamics of righteous mobs than in stereotyping Jews. The choicest irony is that he uses his own celebrated art of fugue as a symbol of malicious scheming…

Such gestures help to explain why the Bach Passions have long found an audience far beyond Lutheran congregations. In 1824, Bella Salomon, an observant Jew living in Berlin, gave a copy of the St. Matthew to her grandson, Felix Mendelssohn, who resolved to lead a performance. His revival of the work, in 1829, inaugurated the modern cult of Bach. Although Mendelssohn had converted to Christianity, he remained conscious of his Jewish origins. The scholar Ruth HaCohen speculates that Bach’s “ecumenical, inclusive dialogue” opened a space in which Jewish listeners could find refuge. All this is reassuring, but one cannot take too much comfort. Even if the Passions lack malice toward Jews, they treat them more as metaphors than as human beings.

Oi, vey.

The persecution complex with these people is boundless.

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Donald Trump as Zionist

In “Donald Trump as Zionist”, Kevin MacDonald discusses Trump’s recent pro-Israel pronouncements.

Should this position disturb those of us on the Alt Right who see Trump as a president who would carve out an America First foreign policy, turn back the immigration onslaught, and fashion a nationalist trade policy? I think not, for the following reasons.

It’s my opinion that Trump’s support for Jewish nationalism in Israel is a ‘rational’ position borne of empathy for the reality on the ground in Israel. As such, supporting this position has the externality of indirectly building a stronger argument for a similar, Christian (aka White) nationalism here in the U.S.

KMac points out Trump’s close associations with Jews in his decades of NYC real estate dealings:

… I suggest that Trump’s sympathy for Jews and Jewish concerns is real, but that he is well aware of Jewish power and the need to use Jewish power and their personal abilities to his advantage. An article in the Jerusalem Post by Michael Wilner from September adds considerable detail to Trump’s very long history of Jewish ties.

… and then sees a parallel with Geert Wilders:

I suggest that Trump is going to take a course much like that of Geert Wilders and other European nationalist politicians. In fact, Wilders, who was recently convicted of “insulting an ethnic group and inciting discrimination” for asking an audience if there should be fewer Muslims in the Netherlands, strongly condemned the resolution, writing on his Facebook page, “”Obama betrayed Israel. Thank God for Trump. My advise to my Israeli friends: ignore the UN and keep building more and more settlements.”

In other words, Wilders, like Trump, has carved out a position that favors Likud-like positions on Israel while at the same time is opposed to further Muslim colonization of the West. Trump has not backed down from his statements that he will attempt to have a moratorium on immigration from terrorism-producing countries (i.e., Muslim countries) and will not accept refugees from these countries without “extreme vetting” (which I take to mean such refugees would not be admitted to the U.S., since it is not possible to properly vet people from Third World countries, which, for a variety of reasons, tend not to have adequate record-keeping…

Politics, after all, is the art of the possible. For us as advocates of a White America, our first priorities should be domestic policy — ending the immigration onslaught first and foremost. If doing that is made easier by supporting Israel, so be it.

When it comes to the prospects for a Trump presidency, there’s a blueprint for the Art of the Possible in Trump’s Art of the Deal.

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We’ve Lost a Lotta People This Year…

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NYT: On Apartment 3L

Over the years, the real intention of the NYT’s Real Estate section is to ‘normalize’ things like gay marriage (by profiling ‘apartment’ stories about, say, two gay men and the Chelsea apartment they’ve rehabbed.)

Today we have “An Upper West Side Share Where Roommates Are the Selling Point”, about the very tribal nature of Apartment 3L and their (apparently) brave foray (for a couple of years anyways) to allow a goyim into their mix:

Apartment lore has it that 3L started out as a share inhabited by Jewish men. But sometime during the past decade, the lease for the West 92nd Street rental transferred to a group of Jewish women who opted not to install walls — the customary way to cram four people into a two-bedroom.

Instead, they split the bedrooms as sisters might, with twin beds separated by a shared night stand — a tradition that has been passed down with the apartment itself, as roommates, who have been mostly modern-Orthodox Jews over the years, leave to marry or attend graduate school.

As a result, camaraderie is as much a part of the apartment as are the kosher kitchen and the Friday night Sabbath dinners, according to Anna Schon, 31, who moved in five and a half years ago — the longest tenure among the four current roommates.

The other two roommates are Hannah Rosen, 36, who moved in last year, and Temima Loeb, 25, who arrived in May. Ms. Loeb met Ms. Schon at a religious retreat in the Berkshires — they caught each other’s eye because they’re both a hair under 4-foot-11. “And now we share clothes!” exclaimed Ms. Schon.

“She shares all my clothes,” corrected Ms. Loeb, who is known in the apartment for her enviable Anthropologie wardrobe.

Short Jewish women, one with an enviable Anthropologie wardrobe? If this were written on VDARE, it would be called anti-Semitic by the ADL.

Now, for the skiksa:

The monthly rent is $3,820, which the women divide equally. They post room openings on Bang It Out, a Jewish website, and occasionally on housing websites for N.Y.U. and Columbia University, which is how they met their first non-Jewish roommate, Genevieve Curtis.

When Ms. Curtis responded to their ad, they told her that it probably wouldn’t be a good fit, as they keep a kosher kitchen (no ham sandwiches) and are Sabbath-observant (no laptop in the living room on Friday nights). She surprised them by being up for the challenge of the house rules, though it took her a while to get the hang of them.

A former roommate gave her two books on Jewish dietary laws, she said. “I also had the rabbi’s number and would call him from the grocery store and take photos of kosher symbols and text for approval.”

The skiksa only lasted a couple of years:

Ms. Curtis, who now lives in Florida, compared living in the apartment to her time in the Peace Corps in Mali.

“Even though you’re living in a culture that’s somewhat alien to you, you’re part of the family and part of a tradition,” she said over the phone. “I didn’t know when I moved in that it would become one of the best apartments I ever lived in. In the U.S., it’s considered shameful if you live with roommates, like you haven’t been successful. But it’s nice to come home to people. The two years that I lived there, I had academic difficulties, personal difficulties, health problems. It felt good to know that you weren’t by yourself.”

Hmm, why did the skiksa leave? One goyim woman living with 3 stereotypical members of the NYC Tribe… Can you say ‘high maintenance’? Let your imagination run wild:

Consensus is often reached by a house rule: Everyone has to feel comfortable. If one person strongly dislikes something, out it goes, as was the case with a whimsically painted, purely decorative French door that only three of them adored.

A pair of signs protesting “The Death of Klinghoffer,” an opera about a cruise ship seized by members of the Palestinian Liberation Front in 1985 — considered anti-Semitic by some for what they assert is a sympathetic portrayal of the hijackers — serve as a reminder that the apartment can accommodate weightier differences, too.

When the Metropolitan Opera staged the production in 2014, a former roommate protested daily against it. Meanwhile Ms. Schon, who was an understudy dancer in the production, had watched hundreds of performances, and did not consider it anti-Semitic.

After the opera’s run and protests ended, Ms. Schon had the signs framed. They now hang in the living room, with all four roommates’ approval.

You can’t make this stuff up.

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RIP: Carrie Fisher

From an EW story on Fisher’s death:

In her 2008 memoir Wishful Drinking, which she adapted from a one-woman stage show, she dished on her relationships with musician Paul Simon, whom she dated throughout the late 1970s, married, divorced, and dated again. Among his many songs believed to be inspired by her, the most undeniable was the title track to his 1982 album, Hearts and Bones, about “one and one-half wandering Jews” who have a passionate romance, but are destined for different lives. (Fisher is the one-half, since only her father was Jewish.)

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Status Quo – And That’s A Fact (1976)

Here’s one more from the Quo:

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French Banks Refuse Loans to National Front

From The Independent:

French banks are refusing to give far-right leader Marine Le Pen a loan to help fund her presidential campaign.

The leader of the French nationalist party National Front is struggling to obtain bank loans to finance her campaign, set to start in February, due to what a senior party official has described as “discrimination based on political opinion”.

National Front Secretary General Nicolas Bay told Europe 1 radio on Thursday the party required a loan of around €27 million (£23 million), but that French banks were refusing to “play the game of democracy”…

“There are certain candidates who have a lower guarantee than Marine le Pen, but have obtained bank loans — this poses a real problem of discrimination founded on political opinion.”

French banks Credit Agricole, BPCE and Credit Mutuel did not immediately respond to The Independent’s request for comment, while BNP Paribas declined to comment on the matter…

The French media have in the past published letters from French banks refusing loans to National Front.

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RIP: Rick Parfitt

Status Quo is a band that, to paraphrase a cliché, is huge in Europe, but never made a dent in the States. For years, I’ve waited and hoped they’d play some shows in the States, but it has never happened.

I don’t think it will now. One of the band’s founding members, guitarist Rick Parfitt, has died at 68.

Here are a couple of fine songs of theirs, the first — “Down, Down” (1975) — displaying their unique, boogie-rock style and the second – “Two Way Traffic” (2011) — an excellent song from recent years.

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Lifeboat Ethics

From Derb, I learned of this decades-old article by Garrett Hardin, “Lifeboat Ethics: the Case Against Helping the Poor” (Psychology Today, September 1974), which provides a useful thought experiment surrounding the problem of pathological altruism:

So here we sit, say 50 people in our lifeboat. To be generous, let us assume it has room for 10 more, making a total capacity of 60. Suppose the 50 of us in the lifeboat see 100 others swimming in the water outside, begging for admission to our boat or for handouts. We have several options: we may be tempted to try to live by the Christian ideal of being “our brother’s keeper,” or by the Marxist ideal of “to each according to his needs.” Since the needs of all in the water are the same, and since they can all be seen as “our brothers,” we could take them all into our boat, making a total of 150 in a boat designed for 60. The boat swamps, everyone drowns. Complete justice, complete catastrophe.

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Merry Christmas from Woody Allen & the NYT

In the NYT (where else?), Woody Allen reviews “Mary Astor’s Purple Diary: The Great American Sex Scandal of 1936”, by Edward Sorel. That the NYT decides to publish this on Christmas Day, presumably with Allen’s blessing (no pun intended), is itself significant.

Allen is someone who has always been uncomfortably obsessed with sex and polyamory (not to mention borderline pedophilia, as movies like Manhattan and his scandalous personal life attest to), not exactly helping with the stereotype of Jews creating and running the pornography industry to undermine Christian goyim.

So, it stands to reason he’d be fascinated with a book about a B-level actress’s incessant penchant for fooling around with older married men (e.g., Astor was only 17 when she began an affair with the much older John Barrymore.) Woody’s interest in the book makes much more sense given the angle that to the Hollywood studio system, Mary Astor symbolized the WASP-ish class, sworn enemy of Woody’s Tribe (as depicted in countless Woody movies.)

Even Sorel, who is so smitten with this movie star that he wants to see her put on a postage stamp, agrees she never achieved the sensual humidity of Rita Hayworth or Marilyn Monroe. So what did Mary Astor have that such a good book could be written about her? Well, for one thing, she had a major scandal — and a torrid one at that. And while she may not have projected sex appeal, she did reek of aristocracy, or at least her name, Astor, smacked of the manor.

A ‘Jew vs. Goyim’ dynamic permeates Allen’s review:

At first, Lucile Langhanke was doing some small acting, being noticed mainly for her looks. She soon winds up in the film capital and captures the imagination of Jesse Lasky, a studio big who wants to sign her for pictures. Lasky changes her unwieldy Teutonic birth name, and suddenly she is transmogrified by this Hollywood god into Mary Astor.

A very strange description.

Woody is seemingly enthralled with Astor’s promiscuity, injected Yiddish-isms and hostility to Christianity into his review:

At first she does small parts in undistinguished celluloid nonsense, but eventually she gains some traction and finds herself a promising actress running with the West Coast party set. As the affair with Barrymore has petered out, she dates, and takes up with a benign character named Glass, who held her interest for a while much to the consternation of her parents, whose influence she has trouble shaking. She drops Glass and meets Ken Hawks, the brother of the great director Howard Hawks. Him she marries, and while he proves companionable as a husband, from the get-go she notices a certain sluggish quality to his libido. Red-blooded herself, young Mary begins an affair with a producer who impregnates her. She doesn’t want the baby, but an abortion would be a career meltdown given prevalent Catholic pressures. She enters some tricked-out joint that advertises what they call “therapeutic treatment” but in fact is a cover for the necessary surgery to send her home appropriately pristine. Cut back to Ken Hawks, her amiable milchidik bedmate who is directing an airplane epic, and wouldn’t you know it, while shooting a flying scene, his own plane crashes and Mary is a widow.

We have Allen’s similar obsession with the idea of matrimonial sex as the totality of a marriage.

Mary is sad, she drinks, she works, and eventually meets a doctor named Franklyn Thorpe. Thorpe is a jazzy L.A. medic, in fact, doctor to the stars with a celebrated clientele. He and Mary marry, and in time, although they have a child together, Dr. Thorpe apparently fails the trial by mattress that seems to trip up certain men in Mary’s life.

Was that in fact the prevailing dynamic of Astor’s failed marriages? Who knows. I’m not all that interested to find out. But I wouldn’t be surprised if it is a minor key.

The Jew-vs-Christian hostilities rise again in this section:

Then comes a trip to New York for Mary, away from her husband. Her hormones tintinnabulating as usual, one senses the critical mass for playing around has been reached.

In New York she is introduced by Bennett Cerf to George S. Kaufman, the most successful comic playwright on Broadway. As much as I love Kaufman and grew up idolizing his inspiration and craftsmanship, I would not rank him Adonis-wise with, say, Clark Gable or Gary Cooper. Despite his brilliant mind and directorial skills, I have to say he was basically a nerdy-looking, professorial type of Jew, complete with standard tribal hooter and the natural blessing of wit common to his people. Behind his long, gloomy face and spectacles this man could never be mistaken for a boudoir mechanic…

Kaufman swept Mary off her feet. In addition to taking her to empyrean heights in bed, he took her to the theater, to the opera, to “21” and the fabled Algonquin Round Table for lunches alongside Woollcott, Benchley and viper-sharp Dorothy Parker.

It turns out, apparently, that Astor kept a diary (the said ‘purple diary’) which included her sexual escapades. Cue Woody’s fevered enthusiasm:

Can you believe this woman committed those four-times-a-night workouts with Kaufman to print and, worse, her husband has somehow secured said raunchy volume? In it are graphic accounts of the sex between this married mother and another woman’s spouse. Yes, Kaufman too was a married man… Of course it must be said Kaufman and his wife Beatrice had an open marriage…

Allen uses the fact that Kaufman and Astor had an ‘open marriage’ to harangue Christian America (on this Christmas Day):

Also the level of sophistication required to appreciate Kaufman’s type of free-loving arrangement with his wife reads like Swahili to Mr. and Mrs. Front Porch, and the Porches were precisely who kept the nation’s motion picture industry solvent. Many a Beverly Hills swimming pool was dependent on popcorn sold in the Bible Belt…

Suddenly the studio looks around and realizes they have a very heavy financial investment in a movie featuring a tabloid adulteress doing a laundry list of abominations with a libertine New York husband whose ancestors were slaves to Pharaoh, if you get my meaning. The panicky moguls hear certain church fathers float the word boycott. They begin to smell box office leprosy. After all, the American public was at that time such a clean public, such a naïve nation of holier-than-thou prudes.

Merry Christmas from Woody Allen and the NYT!

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