F

A copy of the minutes of the Wannsee conference (as edited by Heydrich)

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G

Here, where the world is quiet;

Here, where all trouble seems

Dead winds' and spent waves' riot

In doubtful dreams of dreams;

I watch the green field growing

For reaping folk and sowing,

For harvest-time and mowing,

A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,

And men that laugh and weep;

Of what may come hereafter

For men that sow to reap:

I am weary of days and hours,

Blown buds of barren flowers,

Desires and dreams and powers

And everything but sleep.

Here life has death for neighbour,

And far from eye or ear

Wan waves and wet winds labour,

Weak ships and spirits steer;

They drive adrift, and whither

They wot not who make thither;

But no such winds blow hither,

And no such things grow here.

No growth of moor or coppice,

No heather-flower or vine,

But bloomless buds of poppies,

Green grapes of Proserpine,

Pale beds of blowing rushes

Where no leaf blooms or blushes

Save this whereout she crushes

For dead men deadly wine.

Pale, without name or number,

In fruitless fields of corn,

They bow themselves and slumber

All night till light is born;

And like a soul belated,

In hell and heaven unmated,

By cloud and mist abated

Comes out of darkness morn.

Though one were strong as seven,

He too with death shall dwell,

Nor wake with wings in heaven,

Nor weep for pains in hell;

Though one were fair as roses,

His beauty clouds and closes;

And well though love reposes,

In the end it is not well.

Pale, beyond porch and portal,

Crowned with calm leaves, she stands

Who gathers all things mortal

With cold immortal hands;

Her languid lips are sweeter

Than love's who fears to greet her

To men that mix and meet her

From many times and lands.

She waits for each and other,

She waits for all men born;

Forgets the earth her mother,

The life of fruits and corn;

And spring and seed and swallow

Take wing for her and follow

Where summer song rings hollow

And flowers are put to scorn.

There go the loves that wither,

The old loves with wearier wings;

And all dead years draw thither,

And all disastrous things;

Dead dreams of days forsaken,

Blind buds that snows have shaken,

Wild leaves that winds have taken,

Red strays of ruined springs.

We are not sure of sorrow,

And joy was never sure;

To-day will die to-morrow;

Time stoops to no man's lure;

And love, grown faint and fretful,

With lips but half regretful

Sighs, and with eyes forgetful

Weeps that no loves endure.

Then star nor sun shall waken,

Nor any change of light:

Nor sound of waters shaken,

Nor any sound or sight:

Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,

Nor days nor things diurnal;

Only the sleep eternal

In an eternal night.

(The section in bold type being the last words of Martin Eden in the novel of the same name)

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H

Himmler

The official charged with carrying out the Find Solution was Heinrich Himmler, Reichsfuehrer-(National Leader) SS and Chief of the German Police. In a speech made in Posen to the assembled Higher SS and Police Leaders on October 4, 1943, he spoke openly of the extermination of the Jews, and strove to justify it in these terms:

". . . We had the moral right, we had the duty to our people, to destroy this people [dieses Volk umzubringen]

which wanted to destroy us" (Himmler, October 4, 1943). On October 6, 1943, in the same city, he reiterated the same

points and admissions to the assembled Gauleiters and Reichsleiters, almost all of whom were hearing them for the first

time, as Baldur van Schirach, Gauleiter of Vienna and former head of the Hitler Youth, relates (Schirach 1967).

http://www.nizkor.org/hweb/people/h/himmler-heinrich/posen/oct-04-43/

has a real audio recording of the relevant section of the speech.

[0:00] What we accomplish in our armaments factories ... even though it will only be at the end of the war when we can first assess it -- prove it ... will be a remarkable and noteworthy accomplishment. [pause]

[0:20] I want to also mention a very difficult subject ... before you, with complete candor. It should be discussed amongst us, yet nevertheless, we will never speak about it in public. Just as we did not hesitate on June 30 to carry out our duty as ordered, and stand comrades who had failed against the wall and shoot them -- about which we have never spoken, and never will speak. That was, thank God, a kind of tact natural to us, a foregone conclusion of that tact, that we have never conversed about it amongst ourselves, never spoken about it, everyone ...shuddered, and everyone was clear that the next time, he would do the same thing again, if it were commanded and necessary.

[1:27] I am talking about the evacuation of the Jews, the extermination of the Jewish people[1]. It is one of those things that is easily said. [quickly] "The Jewish people is being exterminated[2]," every Party member will tell you, "perfectly clear, it's part of our plans, we're eliminating the Jews, exterminating[2] them, a small matter". [less quickly] And then along they all come, all the 80 million upright Germans, and each one has his decent Jew. [mockingly] They say: all the others are swine,but here is a first-class Jew. [a few people laugh] And ...[audience cough] [carefully] ... none of them has seen it, has endured it. Most of you will know what it means when 100 bodies lie together, when 500 are there or when there are 1000. And ... to have seen this through and -- with the exception of human weakness -- to have remained decent, has made us hard and is a page of glory never mentioned and never to be mentioned. Because we know how difficult things would be, if today in every city during the bomb attacks, the burdens of war and the privations, we still had Jews as secret saboteurs, agitators and instigators. We would probably be at the same stage as 16/17, if the Jews still resided in the body of the German people.

[3:23] We have taken away the riches that they had, and ... I have given a strict order, which Obergruppenführer Pohl[3] has carried out, we have delivered these riches [carefully] to the Reich, to the State. We have taken nothing from them for ourselves. A few, who have offended against this, will be judged[4] in accordance with an order, [loudly] that I gave at the beginning: he who takes even one Mark of this is a dead man. [less loudly] A number of SS men have offended against this order. They are very few, and they will be dead men [yells] WITHOUT MERCY! We have the moral right, we had the duty to our people to do it, to kill this people who would kill us. We however do not have the right to enrich ourselves with even one fur, with one Mark, with one cigarette, with one watch, with anything. That we do not have. Because we don't want, at the end of all this, to get sick and die from the same bacillus that we have exterminated[2]. I will never see it happen that even one bit of putrefaction comes in contact with us, or takes root in us. On the contrary, where it might try to take root, we will burn it out together. But altogether we can say: [slowly, carefully] We have carried out this most difficult task for the love of our people. And we have suffered no defect within us, in our soul, or in our character.

Notes:

1.The word translated as "people" is "Volk." It is similar to English "people" in the sense of "a people," having the connotations of a race, a nation, a populace. There is, however, no perfect single-word translation. Every occurrence of the word "people" in this text is a translation of "Volk" (and vice versa).

2."Ausrotten."

3.In postwar trial testimony, Pohl claimed that it was at this speech that he received his "first official notification" that the Final Solution was to be extermination.

4.Himmler never actually got around to saying the verb, "judged," in this sentence. The German verb would have appeared at the end of the clause; halfway through, he either lost his train of thought or decided deliberately to change the sentence's grammatical structure.

5."Umbringen."

The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
In God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans.

Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trump
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the risin' sun.

Well, I've one foot on the platform.
The other foot on the train.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
In God, I know I'm one.

(The Doors lyrics ... based on a traditional song with a change of sex
The House of the Rising Sun was a brothel
A guidebook called Offbeat New Orleans asserts that the real House of the Rising Sun was at 826-830 St. Louis St. between 1862 and 1874 and was purportedly named for its madam, Marianne LeSoleil Levant, whose surname translates to "The Rising Sun." )

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I

"The two parties are almost the same in terms of long term plans. In terms of manifestos the Tories and the BNP, you can hardly tell the difference." (Edgar Griffin, former vice-chairman Montgomery Conservative Association, vice-President of the Duncan Smith Campaign in Wales and a BNP supporter).

Griffin was disowned by an embarrassed IDS.

The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists

Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain

Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

Imagine there's no heaven

It's easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people

Living for today

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace

You may say i'm a dreamer

But i'm not the only one

I hope some day you'll join us

And the world will live as one

Imagine no posessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world

You may say i'm a dreamer

But i'm not the only one

I hope some day you'll join us

And the world will live as one

It would never have worked

It’s over. You’ve missed the bus.

Nice idea, but not for us.
We didn’t click.
Let’s make it quick

And say goodbye.
Don’t hold my hand,
And don’t demand

A reason why,

No loving looks, no fond regards.
Tonight was always on the cards.

I like big muscles. You were thin and lanky.
I like nice manners. You were far too cranky.
You blew your nose and then looked in your hanky.


It would never have worked.

The day I met you was a real heart-wrencher.
I thought that love would be a big adventure,
Then I saw the spinach on your bottom denture.


It would never have worked.

Chorus:
I wanted champagne and oysters,


Because that’s the way I am.
You gave me Vimto, tinned carrots

And Spam.

Rapport’s a thing you just can’t manufacture.
You had your pin-up girl, I couldn’t match her.
I didn’t want to: it was Mrs Thatcher.


Things would never have worked.

I wanted love to come and knock our blocks off.
But even Venus takes her card and clocks off.
Your idea of foreplay was to take your socks off.


It would never have worked.

Chorus:
I wanted moonlight and roses


And all that silly tosh.
You wanted gerbils, a whippet,

A wash.

I wanted love poems but you couldn’t write them,
My ear lobes nibbled but you wouldn’t bite them.
You’d only fart and then attempt to light them.


It would never have worked.

We’re not compatible. Let’s not get blue, dear.
At least we see each other’s point of view, dear.
I like big hunky men, and so do you, dear.


It would never have worked.

© Victoria Wood, 1987

I've got a theory

Giles
I've got a theory
That it's a demon
A dancing demon - no, something isn't right there

Willow
I've got a theory
Some kid is dreaming
And we're all stuck inside his wacky Broadway nightmare

Xander
I've got a theory we should work this out

Willow & Anya & Tara
It's getting eerie
What's this cheery singing all about

Xander
It could be witches
Some evil witches
Which is ridiculous
'Cause witches they were persecuted
Wicca good and love the earth
And woman power
And I'll be over here

Anya
I've got a theory
It could be bunnies

Tara
I've got a -

Anya
Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes
They got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses
And what's with all the carrots
What do they need such good eyesight for anyway
Bunnies, bunnies
It must be bunnies
Or maybe midgets

Willow
I've got a theory we should work this fast

Willow & Giles
Because it clearly could get serious before it's passed

Buffy
I've got a theory
It doesn't matter
What can't we face if we're together
What's in this place that we can't weather
Apocalypse
We've all been there
The same old trips
Why should we care

Group
What can't we do if we get in it
We'll work it through within a minute
We have to try
We'll pay the price
It's do or die

Buffy
Hey I've died twice

Group
What can't we face if we're together

Giles
- What can't we face

Group
What's in this place that we can't weather

Giles
- If we're together

Group
There's nothing we can't face

Anya
Except for bunnies

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JOE HILL

1. I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night alive as you and me.

Said I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead",

"I never died", says he. "I never died", says he.

2. "In Salt Lake, Joe", said I, him standing by my side,

"they framed you on a murder charge."

Says Joe: "But I never died!" Says Joe: "I never died!"

3. "The Copper Bosses shot you, Jo, they filled you full of lead".

"Takes more than guns to kill a man",.

Says Joe: "But I ain't dead!" Says Joe: "And I ain't dead!"

4. And standing there as big as life and smiling with his eyes,

says Joe : "What they forgot to kill,

went on to organise, went on to organise."

5. From San Diego up to Maine in every mine and mill,

where working men defend their rights,

t's there you'll find Joe Hill, it's there you'll find Joe Hill.

(Joan Baez)

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