The Politics of Dancing

  Ancient and medieval history is littered with tyrants, Caesars, Kings, despots happy to lay waste to a province, destroy a city, killing innocent civilians to make a point. Sadly, the 20 th century saw, in Europe a return to such barbarity. Still, after Nuremberg, after Auschwitz and Soviet and Nazi crimes there was a belief that the kind of war fought in Europe from 1939 – 1945 was a thing relegated to history. But the world cannot be changed by magical thinking or the supposed healing power of time. We remain great apes sharing 99% of our genes. Evolution has yet to reach the stage when cooperation is universally seen as better than competition and conflict. And in a line from hunter gatherers through Genghis Khan, Ivan the terrible to Hitler Stalin there have always been great apes like Putin who will wage war, destroy cities, and murder women and children on a whim. We need to climb down from the pedestal of ‘civilization’ we have erected for ourselves and address the questi

  History ls littered with national myths, uncomfortable realities glossed over, and exceptions presented as the norm. From Joan of Arc to Britain alone in 1940. We were not, unless you exclude Canada, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, India, and the rest of a still extensive empire. The myths, often tinged with the strong elements of truth can be extraordinarily resilient and fact proof. This is particularly true of the Nazi Soviet war of 1941 to 1945. Within Russia the myths of this period are particularity poignant, The Great Patriotic War, excludes the fighting in the west prior to June 22 nd , 1941, and, obviously, the Nazi Soviet pact. It excludes the vast amount of war material, especially petroleum supplied to the Germans, material without which it is unlikely that the Wehrmacht could have defeated France.   The war narrative, understandably, begins with the German invasion. Though Stalin’s disastrous decisions are glossed over.   It is First and foremost a Russian wa

  Kyiv 2022 When evil like a toxic cloud Descends upon a modern city And children die and mothers weep When no amount of love or pity Protects the vulnerable and weak. There is no god or God’s to pray to No moral taught no lesson made Only the ancient,   ancient sorrow Only the ancient, ancient trade And young men raised for better things   shape the ancient, ancient skill Of Learning how to die and kill.