in our veins flows blood, and it is the same

in our veins flows blood, and it is the same
in our veins flows blood, and it is the same

On September 1, in Germany, the day is dedicated to Peace by trade unions and pacifist organizations.

But they want us to believe that there is a valid reason for the war?!

And unfortunately, we fall once again into the trap, abandoning the pacifist movements to resume in chorus the bellows of the warmongers. Any voice rising against the conflict and arms deliveries, pleading for negotiations and de-escalation, is bluntly silenced. No one is for war until it is declared, but as soon as mobilization is ordered, everyone goes. This sad fact, Rosa Luxemburg and Karl Liebknecht once paid for it with their lives.

In February, a few days after the start of Russia’s attack on Ukraine, I went to join the ranks of pacifists in front of the Theatinerkirche in Munich, where I live, to demonstrate our desire for a solution other than war (the setting is historic since it was here, in front of the Feldherrnhalle, that Adolf Hitler in 1923 staged a putsch, heralding the cataclysm, which failed and ended in a bloodbath; this is not was to step back to better jump). The scenes that unfolded before my eyes made my blood run cold: I had never experienced such a density of violence and hatred, clamoring for the delivery of arms and preventing the voice of pacifists at all horsehair to rise. There floated in the excited air an aggression as tangible as before a battle, I even feared that it would come to blows. It was nightmarish, I was hoping someone was going to pinch me to wake me up. I was taken aback. But I know that we must hold on and not add fuel to the fire to fuel the inferno, because other pacifists before us have suffered the same fate, which reduced them to the rank of pariahs.

War is suffering[1] »

“War is inevitable”: never a bigger lie has been invented! The war has no reason to be, if not for the benefit of a handful of psychopaths who do not wet their hands in the blood of others. It takes the radical brainwashing of a dictatorial ideology from whose corset it seems impossible to escape, or the well-oiled machinery of a propaganda fueling fear of the other and propagating the image of a bloodthirsty enemy to that human beings, trapped, are unleashed against each other. That the objectives of those who manipulate these masses, forgetful of their deep desire for peace, then seem ridiculous! Fatherland, honor, nation, heroism, revenge, religion, borders, and who knows what else, have been over the millennia only pretexts to be killed and to kill each other. What will they, the great of this world, have been seeking as allegations to disregard the essential, the most precious gift which is… Life?

The total absurdity of the war was expressed for me by the violent death of a survivor of the camps, the Ukrainian Boris Romantchenko. Interned in Buchenwald, where he returned during the annual commemorations as vice-president of the International Committee of Buchenwald-Dora, he died by the hand of his former saviour: liberated by the Red Army, he found death under a Russian shot that hit his building. What a bitter irony of fate! Which prompted the Buchenwald camp, the then enemy, to offer help to the handful of elderly survivors who find themselves stuck between a rock and a hard place at their expense. Veterans and survivors of the Second World War issued calls for reason that went unheeded. What does the wisdom of the Ancients matter when the deadly machine is launched? The supply of fresh cannon fodder knows neither restraint nor restraint, unfortunately it takes more than a pacifist movement to stop it.

You are young, you don’t know what war is[2] »

The young soldiers embarked on the war in Ukraine, whether they are on one side or the other, bear the brunt of it, just like before them so many other sacrificed generations of young people broke down in the flower of the age for reasons beyond them. They are the same yesterday and today – aspiring more than anything to live their lives and to whom victories have been dangled from which they have derived no profit, who leave their homes never to return and whose future is blocked by more powerful than them. They will have had to give up their capacity of choice to obey orders from above with closed eyes and embark on a carnage of which they have absolutely no idea, as long as they do not find themselves immersed in it, and which will forever mark them, their loved ones and their descendants, if they are lucky enough to survive.

What bullshit war!

How many useless abysses dug between neighboring peoples that will end up being filled, come what may, since living together is inevitable. Why do we have to go through the tearing apart of families, through the wounds of soul and body, the destruction of homes, the visible and invisible devastation of the environment (77 years after the end of the war, we continue to defuse unexploded shells on German construction sites and I am silent here about the countless minefields around the world), before launching a bridge of understanding?

Just look at the fracture that took place, not so far from us and not so long ago, in the former Yugoslavia; just look at how Rwanda heals its wounds; one need only mention the traumas of Iraqis, Afghans, Syrians; one only has to count the victims in Colombia, Chile, Argentina, Cambodia, Armenia; one only has to think of the forgotten Yemen, to complete the endless list… to convince oneself that any war is intolerable and that war is bullshit, as Prévert said. And not least because:

War is nihilism. And nihilism is nothingness.[3] »

I hear it coming from here: now is the time for the blunt argument, the one that would make pacifists look like naive people (used here in the sense of accomplished idiots), since war is supposed to defend our values. But what are the values ​​more worthy of recognition than that of Life? The life of each individual, not drowned in the shapeless mass of a people, but in what it makes of him a unique being, for himself and his entourage. Where to detect the naivety in this confession? Any victim whose life is extinguished is one victim too many, no matter where they are; and you should never tire of saying it again, at the risk of being accused of dwelling on it. To the imperturbable cynicism of the warmongers, I much prefer the so-called naivete of the pacifists. It is not she who causes the great damage, contrary to what we would have us believe, but she is the one who tries to limit them. All the more ardently in the face of the threat of an atomic war…

Love and friendship (which is a form of love) don’t care about borders, races, religions, backgrounds, ages, genders… When we give them the place they need to flourish, they do so above the trenches of the First World War, when soldiers exchanged cigarettes during a lull, or nowadays they share the same guard post between Moldova and Transnistria .

It was the trailer for a film currently being released in Germany that made me think about it, as well as the moving documentary by Christoph Boelke, Die Spur des Vaters (The trace of the father).

In the first, an Orthodox Jew and a Bedouin come face to face in a precarious situation and hereditary enemies become best friends. Of course, it’s a comedy but with humor, isn’t it easier to dismantle (or overcome) prejudices than with a gun?

In the second, the son leaves 50 years after the war in search of his father’s stops in Russia during the invasion of the Nazi troops of which he was a part. During moving sequences, he questions elderly witnesses who remember, sometimes with tears in their eyes, what the Germans made them endure. But an old woman also remembers soldiers who left cigarettes or a soldier who had come to requisition all the available food, who had pushed a piece of bacon with his foot under a bed, discreetly, to leave her and her family a little something, ashamed that he was to let them starve.

How about the outbreak of the First World Peace? »

How not to evoke the Women’s March initiated by Yael Deckelbaum, how not to think of Combatants for Peace and Woman Wage Peace, these movements bringing hope which ventured to meet the “murderer” on the other side, and which have met human beings in the grip of the same grief, the same distress in the face of the incessant murderous madness which deprived them of a member of their family or of their friends?

And what about all those love stories, born during the Second World War between foreign workers and German women or Germans and women from occupied countries, despite ruthless prohibitions, and which ended in hangings, summary executions and indelible humiliation? Isn’t this proof that love is stronger than senseless war and its deadly procession?

All these gestures, all these resurgences of human feelings within a conflict, however small they may be, erase many pangs and torments. They restore hope in what humans preserve from the best in them, when inhumanity spreads like an oil spill, and often have the strength of a talisman.

In our veins flow the same blood, fuse the same feelings and emotions, govern the same needs. Let us brave the so-called differences to say YES to Life, which animates us all, we the great human family, here and under all the skies which are also ours, like the air we breathe and the water we drink.

What are we waiting for to make peace?

[1] Translated quote, taken from the film by Christoph Boelke, Die Spur des Vaters.

[2] ibid

[3] ibid

The article is in French

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