Zero Gravity

I mentioned MAKESHOP in an earlier post. And in a comment I listed all those "science based" toys that I remembered from my youth which are still around.

One of the two which were a source of wonder to me in my youth, and which are no longer around, is the zero gravity toy (above). In this plastic frame, little plastic balls appeared to defy gravity and float in mid air. As I remember it was made in Israel, a country currently in the forefront of much scientific experimentation.

As it happened, the toy actually had as much to do with static electricity as with zero gravity. The apparent defiance of gravity came from the mutual repulsion of statically charged little plastic balls.

And if you look closely at the sides of the frame you will see that the balls are also trapped between layers of perspex so that the mutual repulsion drives them further upwards and keeps them apparently suspended in mid air.

The default position has all the balls resting at the bottom of the frame. So you shake the shite out of the frame to charge the balls. Just like rubbing an inflated baloon off your sleeve to make it stick to the ceiling, or a comb to make it pick up bits of paper.

God be with the days.

Dachau

The year was 1985 and the Germans were running courses for foreign civil servants showcasing how well Germany was doing and how the federal system was working well.

After a few days in Bonn, the then capital of West Germany, we went to Munich, to see how one of the German Länder was making out. We arrived at the beginning of the weekend and so had a day's respite before getting down to serious business on the Monday.

I had been looking at the map and saw a Dachau nearby. I wondered if that might be the concentration camp and it turned out it was. So I resolved not to pass up the opportunity to go and see it. The other members of the Irish contingent were game and even some of the British said they'd come along.

Come Sunday morning and there was no sign of the British, so we decided to carry on ourselves. Some among us needed to get mass so this was taken care of in Munich before our departure for Dachau. As it turned out it was some sort of feastday, of St. James I think, and everyone leaving the church was presented with a single stem rose.



Off we set on the train to Dachau. I don't know what we expected but when we came out of the station in Dachau there wasn't a concentration camp in sight. We were in a leafy residential part of town. We might as well have been in Foxrock. So what next? Where's the camp? How do we find it? The obvious thing to do was to ask. But what do you say? Excuse me, where's the concentration camp?

I was certainly reluctant to take this line since the time I nearly gave an elderly German man a heart attack when I tapped him on the shoulder from behind in Aachen. Maybe he was a war criminal in hiding but I only wanted to ask the way to the motorway to hitch a ride to Ostend.

So we decided to have something to eat first. Big mistake. The only thing that got eaten was part of the day so it was heading well into the afternoon when we were back out on the street and none the wiser.

Eventually, we plucked up the courage to ask a passing backpacker and were told to ask for the Memorial or the Anlager, but we'd be as well just hailing a taxi as it was not far off closing time for the camp. That we did.



We reached the camp with about an hour to closing time so we had to keep moving through the various exhibits. You could have spent the whole day there. The emotion was overwhelming. You could feel the fear, the sadness, the anger. Whether it was coming from inside yourself or not was hard to know. But the effect was devastating.

Dachau was one of the earliest camps. It was both a training ground for those who went on to run other notorious camps and it was also a medical "research" centre which performed horrendous medical experiments on the prisoners.

We eventually ended up in the crematoria. Yes, there were gas chambers in Dachau, but they were never used. Victims to be gassed were transported to other camps. But people were shot there, in large numbers, and the bodies burned in the crematoria along with those who died from other causes. There were over 200,000 people registered as entering the camp and there are records of over 30,000 dying there, whether from illness or being shot or as a result of torture or medical experiments. These figures are probably underestimates as many went unrecorded and some records were destroyed when it was clear that Germany was losing the war.



One thing that made a huge impression on me and stays with me to this day is the cigarette butts. These were standing on ledges in front of the doors of the crematoria like candles at a shrine in a church. I can only think that people were so affected by the place that by the time they got to the crematoria they wanted to express sadness or sympathy or hope, in some way or other, and left lighted cigarettes standing on the ledge like candles. These had then burned down to the butts. It was so sad. Fortunately we still had our single stem roses which we gently placed on the ledge.

The next morning at breakfast in the hotel our guide, an elderly German who had fought on the Russian front, was asking participants how they had spent the Sunday. Some had gone to the lake, others to see castles and the like. When he got to us and we told him we'd been to Dachau he clearly got a shock. After all, it was part of his job to show us the positive side of the modern Germany. He didn't really comment and passed on to the next table.

A short while later we met him in the lift. His immediate, unprovoked, comment was "Ja, it was good you went to Dachau". He had been clearly mulling over what we had done and had, himself, the strenghth of character to see the positive side of it. Full marks. The man shot up in my estimation, which was already high, by the way.

By way of contrast. I know there had been more than Jews in Dachau, in fact the Jews were probably not even a majority in this particular camp, but the overwhelming sadness I felt there, and which has stayed with me all these years, is rapidly fading and turning to cold anger when I contemplate today's vast concentration camp on the Gaza strip where the Israelis are subjecting the population to nothing short of what they themselves were subjected to in places like Dachau.

The abuse continues.

Jews at the Crossroads

You know how it is. There you are walking along the road, your head miles away, and the corner of your eye picks up a pattern.

Well, there I was, approaching a local roundabout when my brain registered a Star of David on the ground at one of the approaches. There is, however, only one triangle here. The other one is merely suggested by the middle of a corrupted YIELD sign.

The symbolism was overwhelming.

I am tempted to stop writing now, and let the picture just speak for itself. But I feel some little interpretation is required to avoid landing myself in serious international trouble.

I say Jews in the title of this post. Not Israelis, not Zionists. These last categories are already past the crossroads phase. They have already crossed. They have chosen. And the Palestinians of Gaza and the West Bank are a testimony to that shameful choice.

The challenge is now for Jews of good faith to bear witness. Do they support the war-mongering Israeli state in its illegal oppression and collective punishment of the Palestinians, or are they willing to shout stop and work to cut off financial and military support to Israel.

That is the message of my simple roundabout, which, after all, was originally built to accommodate the seamless merging of traffic from all directions.

Craig Murray blows the Whistle

Craig Murray, former UK Ambassador to Uzbekistan, is now a campaigning human rights activist with his own authorative blog.

He has just published an article which implicates the UK, and more particularly both the recently resigned Defence Secretary, Liam Fox, and the current UK Ambassador to Israel, Matthew Gould, in a plot to attack Iran.

Despite the reliability of his sources and his own forensic follow-up, the mainstream media, who have published much of his writings in the past, have run a mile from this explosive story.

Despite it going viral on the internet in recent days, it has been studiously ignored by the same media, which does seem to testify to the power of the Israeli lobby in the media not to mention at the heart of the UK Government, which is part of the point of the piece.

In order both to give Craig's article the maximum publicity, and to ensure its continued availability, I, along with many others, have posted it on my website.

You won't regret reading it, unless, of course, you are one of them.