A business trip to Berlin in late September 2006 turned up new experiences & defied expectations.
Germans do not mince words. This is called "The Monument to the Murdered Jews of Europe". Facing up. There are 2,700 stone slabs on one large city block near the Brandenburg Gate. The place -- as my physical expression indicates -- is halting.
Here (above) I am struck dumb at what is only to be described as a vast upside-down graveyard: a negative purgatory. It is a pensive, immersive space that insists on contemplation.
Its creator -- also an American of German descent -- wanted people to use it not for contemplation but just as a short-cut, a regular place to integrate into daily experience. I think that may be the result in the long-run for Berliners: an elegant and transparent fixture, a protruding depiction of a memory.
I am part German -- H(e)iser (von Pomerania) -- and I own that point of view, for better and worse, and am proud of my German friends and my German family and their way of facing up to history...and helping others face their own.
At the monument I could not escape the thought: There, by the grace of God, go I. Culprit...victim...culprit...
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