By Ronald Bleier.
Talk about Obama’s Teflon. Here’s a quote from Marci Wheeler, whose invaluable blog, Emptywheel, is as critical and skeptical as it gets. Yet she’s persuaded that Obama is basically a good guy getting bad advice – this time on the NSA dragnet. Marci writes:
I suspect Obama, having been convinced by partial briefings the dragnet is great for America, also believes he can persuade the rest of us (who aren’t stuck in his partial briefing bubble) to love it too.
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Reminds me of what loyal Party victims said of Stalin as they were marched off to be shot.
If only Uncle Joe knew.
And Stalin reminds me of a passage from the brilliant Primo Levi who wrote that he entered Auschwitz — the Lager — as an atheist, and he left a year later with the same belief.
In discussing his atheism, Levi mentions one passing moment when he briefly considered saying a prayer to god when it seemed not unlikely that he would be chosen for the gas chambers. Levi writes that he quickly returned to his atheism, explaining: One does not change the rules of the game at the end of the match, not when you are losing.
And then he goes on to explain why believers may have had an easier time in the Lager.
Not only during the crucial moments of the selection or the aerial bombings but also in the grind of everyday life, the believers lived better…It was completely unimportant what their religious or political faith might be…all held in common the saving force of their faith. Their universe was vaster than ours, more extended in space and time, above all more comprehensible: they had a key and a point of leverage, a millennial tomorrow so that there might be a sense to sacrificing themselves, a place in heaven or on earth where justice and compassion had won, or would win in a perhaps remote but certain future: Moscow or the celestial or terrestrial Jerusalem.
Their hunger was different from ours. It was a divine punishment or expiation, or votive offering, or the fruit of capitalist putrefaction. Sorrow in them or around them, was decipherable and therefore did not overflow into despair. They looked at us with commiseration, at times with contempt; some of them, in the intervals of our labor, tried to evangelize us.
As an example of the power of faith, Levi writes that not long after the Soviet forces brought them freedom, he made some banal—as he calls them—comments to a fellow former inmate who was giving him a haircut. Were we not fortunate, Levi asked, to have survived our ordeal? The barber, astonished at such an attitude, replied in French: “Mais, Joseph [Stalin] était là! [But Stalin was always there to save us!]
I guess the moral is: We all need to believe what we need to believe. And by providing us with meaning, our belief can enable our survival.