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Batsoi*

16 May

That so many I know in Greece are freaked out by the supposedly destabilizing and destructive potential of Syriza and Tsipras and totally silent about the below is of more than slight concern to me:

“More than half of all police officers in Greece voted for pro-Nazi party Golden Dawn in the elections of May 6. This is the disconcerting result of an analysis carried out by authoritative newspaper To Vima in several constituencies in Athens, where 5,000 police officers in service in the Greek capital also cast their ballot.”

http://greece.greekreporter.com/2012/05/11/more-than-half-of-police-officers-voted-for-neo-nazi-party/#!lightbox/0/

*”Batsoi” is derogatory Greek slang for cops, like “flics” in French.

 

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What happens next in Greece?

15 May

The Greek Parliament in Athens (with its beautiful interior chamber at bottom), originally the Royal Palace (1843), one of the buildings in the Bavarian Neo-Classical style, often much-maligned, that were part of that beautiful city that our first, touchingly sincere and totally daft Teutonic dynasty built for us, till we levelled it all — as thoroughly as a carpet bombing and entirely on our own — between about 1960 and the early eighties.

Pessimistic and disconcerting, if semi-intelligent analysis below by Brady Kiesling (except for the actually offensive labour-camp island references — sorry, white boy, I don’t remember granting you the right to joke about that stuff, I don’t care how long you’ve lived there — and the nonsense scenarios of resurgent dictatorships).  It’s just still…well…still not totally convincing.  It just has the same general assumptions of all right-wing positions: if we challenge the giant financial actors here: Europe, banks, even what’s left of Greece’s shipping industry, they will abandon us.  But when the unpaying indebted reach a critical mass, what do the creditors do?  I still don’t understand why it’s an all or nothing question.  Hardliners outside Greece (which means Merkel mostly) have just had their positions significantly weakened; the pigs are squealing louder than ever, she just lost the Netherlands, France and even some hefty political points in her own country.  And it’ll cost them to let Greece go or kick it out, no matter what a mess it is.  I haven’t even heard Tsipras speak, honestly, other than in Al Jazeera voice-overs, so I don’t know how much of an old-school seventies populist he really is, but what if he’s just holding out for slightly more lenient terms?  Then, if they get in, no, they obviously won’t be able to give Greeks back their antideluvian frappe-paradise (and who wants to…?), but so what?  What politician comes through on his electoral positions?  Sorry if these are “communist sunday school” questions.  (Kiesling’s references to Tsipras’ KNE-te past are not smart either, just cheap.)

“Dear friends,
This pessimistic piece I just posted on Facebook, is what logic says will happen in the coming months. Logic is a slender reed, and I seriously underestimated the depth of anger at PASOK and ND when I predicted election results. Evangelos Venizelos is finding the other party leaders a tough sell, but their alternative scenarios depend heavily on magic and/or divine intervention. My prediction tracks with what the financial markets are saying, another reason to doubt it.
Feel free to share … though there’s nothing really surprising.

What happens next in Greece
Publication of an opinion poll showing SYRIZA/Alexis Tsipras as leading party has essentially destroyed the possibility of an “ecumenical” government and thus made it impossible for Greece to stay in the Euro-Zone.

Not wishing to commit electoral suicide like Karatzaferis of LAOS, Fotis Kouvelis of DIMAR refuses to join a government that does not include Tsipras. But Tsipras has been handed the opportunity to fulfill the Left’s dream of taking power democratically. Thus he prefers to force a new election.

Take a solid core of Greeks who loathe the “bourgeois” parties. Add voters who still believe in client-patron politics and want to back the winner. Add romantics who will vote for any leader who loves them enough to tell them beautiful lies, and you achieve critical mass. Though SYRIZA will probably fall short of an independent majority, the 50-seat bonus will give Tsipras the maneuvering room he needs to form a government.
Why is this bad? Papandreou, after all, made equally beautiful, terrifying promises to get elected in 1981. The 52% of the electorate that did not vote for him was sure he would turn Greece into Cuba or Libya. But in fact, Papandreou forgot his promises to take Greece out of the EU and NATO. He left the U.S. bases intact, let private education continue, and nationalized companies that mismanagement had left on the verge of bankruptcy anyway. A new set of clients got their first taste of government jobs and pensions. The Greek economy took on massive new debt, but did not instantly collapse. So electing Tsipras, who at least insists he wants Greece in the Euro, ought to be simply business as usual.
But this time it won’t work. It remains easy to break promises about foreign policy, because ordinary Greeks don’t care whether Greece is a member of NATO or not. On the economic front, Papandreou promised to give Greeks things they never had. Tsipras has made a much more dangerous promise, to restore things they recently had and still remember, their old jobs, wages, and pensions.

In 1981, Greek state books had recently almost balanced, and the debt load was manageable, with effort. The current situation is much worse. Tsipras, a non-practicing civil engineer whose knowledge of economics apparently comes from KNE (Communist Youth) Sunday school, perhaps genuinely does not understand that no lender, not even the EU, will ever agree to lend Greece (or anyone else) money for public sector wages and pensions. When he keeps insisting, they will throw him out on his ear. At that point, in order to pay for promises Tsipras dares not break, Greece will stop paying its foreign debt.

Wages and pensions, now paid in drachmes, will theoretically match their old euro levels. But without basic budget equilibrium, inflation/devaluation is inevitable. The Tsipras government, which will need every euro and dollar in the country to pay energy and other vital imports, will discover that the shipowners have fled to avoid being taxed, and the illicit savings of the wealthy are out of reach in foreign banks. People need to be fed. Farmers, however, will need strong encouragement to sell their produce for drachmes. Tsipras will be sorely tempted to make the parallel euro market and euro pricing illegal.

Technology, the technocrat’s cure for waste, fraud, and mismanagement, cannot be counted on in a society where a billion-euro industry in fraudulent pharmaceutical prescriptions simply hires a few hackers to bring down the state’s computerized prescription system.
 It is not impossible that a culture of endemic corruption will transform itself, inspired by a self-assured young socialist, into a virtuous collectivist paradise like Cuba or Venezuela. But if not, what is a humane, progressive leader to do? Greek prisons are already overflowing. SYRIZA is full of genuine human rights advocates, so the historic islands of Makronisos and Gyaros are off-limits. But about the time they find a less politically loaded location for the reeducation centers likely to be required, I fear a Greek Pinochet will install them there instead, to the applause of many of the same people now applauding the defeat of PASOK and ND. When that happens, I and my wife, though penniless by then, will follow the shipowners… Stay tuned…”

Brady Kiesling
May 11, 2012 ·

Alexis Tsipras, leader of popular and gaining left-wing Syriza party, currently the young gilded bete noire of Eurocrats across the Continent.

 

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“…the innocent boy of seventeen…”

12 May

Though it was only incidental to the previous post, the image of Erdal Eren has haunted me for the rest of the night; perhaps it’s the photo of him and its painful youth and innocence; obviously the terrifying quote: that he looked forward to his execution in order to avoid thinking of the torture he had witnessed; maybe it’s that hanging has always struck me as a particularly obscene form of capital punishment’s obscenity (the setting looks prison-like, like he’s actually entering the gallows chamber there…)

Then the eerie reminder of the Cavafy poem: “27 June 1906, 2 p.m.”

27 Iουνίου 1906, 2 μ.μ.

Σαν το ’φεραν οι Xριστιανοί να το κρεμάσουν
το δεκαεφτά χρονώ αθώο παιδί,
η μάνα του που στην κρεμάλα εκεί κοντά
σέρνονταν και χτυπιούνταν μες στα χώματα
κάτω απ’ τον μεσημεριανό, τον άγριον ήλιο,
πότε ούρλιαζε, και κραύγαζε σα λύκος, σα θηρίο
και πότε εξαντλημένη η μάρτυσσα μοιρολογούσε
«Δεκαφτά χρόνια μοναχά με τα ’ζησες, παιδί μου».
Κι όταν το ανέβασαν την σκάλα της κρεμάλας
κι επέρασάν το το σκοινί και το ’πνιξαν
το δεκαεφτά χρονώ αθώο παιδί,
κ’ ελεεινά κρεμνιούνταν στο κενόν
με τους σπασμούς της μαύρης του αγωνίας
το εφηβικόν ωραία καμωμένο σώμα,
η μάνα η μάρτυσσα κυλιούντανε στα χώματα
και δεν μοιρολογούσε πια για χρόνια τώρα·
«Δεκαφτά μέρες μοναχά», μοιρολογούσε,
«δεκαφτά μέρες μοναχά σε χάρηκα, παιδί μου».

“27 June 1906, 2 p.m.”

When the Christians brought him out to be hanged
the innocent boy of seventeen
his mother there near the scaffold
was dragging and beating herself in the dust,
under the sun, the savage noon-day sun,
and now would screech, and now would howl like a wolf, like a beast,
and then exhausted the martyred woman would keen
“You only lived these seventeen years my child.”
And when they raised the boy up on the scaffold,
and passed the rope around his neck,
the innocent boy of seventeen,
and his body swung hideously in the void
wracked by the spasms of his black agony
the beautifully made youthful body,
the martyred mother rolling in the dirt
was no longer keening of years,
“Seventeen days only” she keened,
“Seventeen days only did I enjoy you, my child.”

(my translation)

Erdal Eren

Cavafy wrote the poem in remembrance of the 1906 Denshawi affair, one of Britain’s unfinest hours.  Apparently some British military personnel were returning from Cairo to Alexandria and, near the village of Denshawi, shot some pigeons that belonged to the locals.  A scuffle ensued; a rock was thrown that hit a British soldier on the head and, though he died of what was later proven to be sunstroke, like a delicate E.M. Forster memsahib, five of the residents of Denshawi, including the seventeen-year old of the poem, were imprisoned.  Fortunately, there was such a public outcry after the execution of the young man that the other four men were released, though not till two years later in 1908.  The episode still remains disgusting and Cavafy’s poem one of his most chilling, a register he usually didn’t work in.

At the same time it’s a beautiful reminder of his humanity on several levels.  One is his life-long opposition to capital punishment: “Whenever I have the opportunity I declare this,” he wrote in 1902.  The other, without re-outfitting him as a post-colonialist before his time, is his affection for and lack of alienation and estrangement towards Egypt itself.  He could have had the cloistered emotional outlook of an erudite fag in the European cocoon of Alexandria, yet the otherness that life imposed on him taught his heart the right lessons.  The above poem (even his use of “the Christians,” which in the context can mean nothing less than “the kafirs,”* is a jarring statement of identification) is only his most poignant expression of his love for the country, not just the historical Egypt of so much of his poetry, but the actual Arab Egypt he lived in; “To glyky mas Misiri,” as he calls it in one poem: “Our sweet Misiri” — our sweet Egypt.**

I wonder what he would have thought of the current state of Greek politics – not that he ever cared much for either the Neo-Greek statelet or its inhabitants.  What would a man that lived and wrote on the cusp of every possible human margin and in every plural space conceivable, who would have died before he let his Hellenism be trapped by geography, nationalism or its idiocy, have thought of Greece having the most potentially powerful Nazi (I’m tired of dignifying them with the prefix neo-) party on the European continent?  And that granted to them by a significant youth vote.  A thirty-something Athenian, and a left-leaning one at that, recounting to me the multiple incidents of petty anti-immigrant animosity that she had been witness to in Athens even before the current crisis, recently said to me, in glib defensiveness: “Well, we’re not used to strangers in our country.”  This from us, malaka, the inventors of migration and its pain, who since the beginning of our historical presence have been strangers in every stranger’s land on the planet, except those corners ventured into only by more intrepid or desperate Jews or Gypsies.  It’s beyond even remotely doubting for me that it’s partly the loss of a diaspora consciousness on Neo-Greeks’ part, and the wider sense of world it gives you, that has made us such closed, parochial idiots, just as Israel — sorry to say — has had the same effect on Jews.  And the comparison doesn’t end there; in both cases the diaspora is not just forgotten and ignored, but a source of embarrassment and shame, and each state and its official and/or fabricated culture has the hubris to think itself the metropolitan standard that those left outside should aspire to, when neither state in question contained a serious metropolitan center of either Hellenism or Jewishness until the twentieth century (…with Israel causing a progressive closing of the Jewish mind everywhere — a disaster for all of us).  Now maybe that some young Greeks have had to start emigrating again some of that attitude will get a real reality check.  The economic crisis in Greece is a source of genuine consternation for me and I’m guardedly on the anti-EU/Troika side; at the same time some humility may be exactly what that society needed.  Maybe…though voting for Nazis doesn’t exactly indicate humility but childish rage.

 


*Qafr, kafir: infidel

**Masr is Egypt in Arabic.  Cavafy uses “Misiri” because in Modern Greek words can only end in certain consonants.  This is something  — tzatziki, kazani, kadaifi, kokoretsi, duvari — that makes Turks giggle and strikes them as particularly funny when they hear it in Greek and the kick they get out of it has always struck me as particularly sweet in return.  I think Cavafy intended it to have this effect.

 

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Domes

10 May

I love the remnant decoration against the bare brick of certain churches/mosques in Istanbul.

Ho Akataleptos or He Theotokos Kyriotissa/Kalenderhane Camii

He Pammakaristos/Fethiye Camii

Ho Hagios Swstes tes Choras/Kariye Camii

or just bare entirely, He Mone tou Libos or He Mone tou Prodromou/Fenari Isa Camii (top and bottom)

 

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Priorities…

10 May

http://boycottlondonolympics.com/Greeks-Boycott-London-Olympic-Games.html

Our sheer, bloody patheticness…and delusional self-importance!  See the above website if you think the London Olympics should be cancelled over the Elgin Marbles.  Snort.

“The Greek protesters say the Olympic Flame should not be sent on its way to London if the looted marbles have not been returned.  They have set a deadline of July 27th 2011 [woops] by which they want the marbles rightfully situated at home.  After this date they will begin their protests to have the games shut down. [my emphasis]”

(photo by Stephanie McGee: http://stephaniemcgeephotography.blogspot.com/)

 

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No Refuge

7 May

A British Dateline story from last year that deals with the plight of Afghan immigrants in Greece:

 

 

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Mazel tov…

7 May

Greece has the official honor, I think, of being the first European state since WWII that may be about to seat Nazi MP’s, twenty-one of them, in it’s Parliament.  This is a reziliki and embarrassment of major proportions which shows up the childishness of so much of the Greek electorate, which, faced with economic hardships that I don’t want to minimize but hardly justify this response, gave some 8% of its votes to these morons, the Golden Dawn, who have no platform, no ideas other than racism and an embarrassing mish-mash of “Hellenic” Fascist symbolism, and who will probably have to buy their first suits, if a government is formed, to sit in the hallowed halls of the 300.  At the press conference of Nikos Mihaliolakos, the party’s leader, journalists were ordered to stand by one of the party’s black-shirted thugs when their leader came in (in incorrect classicized Greek; it’s “egertheti” not “egerthetw,” ass…) at which a good part of them stood…and walked out.  Again, let’s hope Greek irreverence is our saving virtue.

Mihaliolakos also warned at the press conference, for those who stayed, that: “The time has come for those who betray the Fatherland to be afraid.  We are Greek nationalists”:

On a final note:

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This is no joke anymore…

5 May

The Independent has a scary article on Golden Dawn, Greece’s Neo-Nazi party that has gained impressive traction in Greek politics over the past few years, to the point where they might soon have Parliamentary representation.  (See my April 14th post: “Ain’t that America”)  This is not the far right EPEN of the 1980’s, or LAOS, or anything like Le Pen in France, father or daughter.  These are Neo-Nazis, pure and simple.  They give Nazi salutes, worship Hitler, sell copies of Mein Kampf at their rallies, attack and harass immigrants on a daily basis, and, most disgustingly, often have the tacit, passive approval of the police:

“It started, as many days do in Greece, with a trip to the kiosk to buy cigarettes. Still half-asleep, Panayiotis Roumeliotis was surprised to be asked to show his identity card by two young men with shaved heads. It was his first direct contact with the vigilante groups that have become a feature of everyday life in some areas of the Greek capital.

“They were calling themselves the residents association but they were just fasistakia (little fascists),” said the 28-year-old.

Over the last two years, Mr Roumeliotis has watched the central Athens neighbourhood of Ayios Panteleimonas, where he grew up, undergo an ugly transformation. Taking the bus on another morning soon after, a gunshot shattered the back window and a gang of men forced the driver to stop. When the doors opened, they came on to the bus and started to assault the non-Greek passengers. The attackers were wearing T-shirts from the right-wing extremist group Golden Dawn. While panicked people were trying to escape from the bus the men were hitting them with flagpoles.

“They were beating people with the Greek flag,” said Mr Roumeliotis.

When the police arrived they stood off until the thugs had finished. When he asked the police why no one had been arrested one of the officers replied to him: “Why, did they do something to you?””

The entire Independent article is here: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/fascism-rises-from-the-depths-of-greeces-despair-7712276.html

See what good little Europeans we are?  Even first in some things, like having Neo-Nazis sit in the statelet’s Parliament.

 

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Greeks

28 Apr

This is also us at our absolute, perverse best.  This is when I love us.  What the biker screams at the mini-van driver is: “Fuck my Virgin, you had a red light!!  You had a red light!!  (‘Fuck my Virgin’  ‘Fuck my Christ’  ‘Fuck my Cross’ are vulgar, if pretty common, ways to say ‘goddamnit’ in Greek.  You can also say ‘Fuck your Virgin’ but then things can get ugly).

I love this guy!  He comes within an inch of his life but, a true Greek, his primary concern is making his argument, making his rhetorical point: “You had a red light!!”

And then the priceless walking away; not even angry, just irritated at the other guy’s impermeable stupidity.

“You had a red light!!”

It’s like a Jewish joke with violence…

 

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“…a craven and cringingly embarrassing pandering to the West’s classical image of what Greeks are supposed to be…”

27 Apr

The above is a quote from my April 22nd post: “Turkey in Europe”

Just to get a minor point out of the way first.  The sheer arrogance of this “Hellas” and “Hellene” campaign — that speakers of other languages should change a word in their vocabulary to suit our bloated fantasies — enrages me.  “Griego,” for example, is not a Greek word that you can change; it’s a Spanish word that Spanish-speakers use to refer to Greeks.  Are you going to make them change it, Katinaki?  You don’t hear Hungarians running around insisting the world call them Magyars, or Finns launching a campaign to have us all call them — do you even know? — Suomalaiset.  (Unfortunately, there are some annoying Turks who are trying to get everyone to say “Turkiye” instead of “Turkey,” with the lip-pursed umlaut on the ‘u’ and the the extra syllable at the end.)

The occasion for this post is this ridiculous personage below: Katerina Moutsatsou, who hasn’t just posted one video but is all over the web and is apparently a Greek actress, though she sounds and acts Greek-American to me:

Grrrrrrrr……  You didn’t invent the West, yavrum; the West invented you — ki akoma na to pareis habari — and in deep, profound ways your refusal to see that is fundamental to the current crisis.  Because once the West invented you, motivated by cultural and ideological desires of its own that had nothing to do with you, once it got you to internalize its image of you so that two hundred years later you’re still trying to squeeze cultural capital out of that internalized colonial identity — because this stupid “Hellene” campaign is just an expression of that pathology — the West proceeded to ignore you and still does.  But keep preaching that gospel and see how far you get.

Happily, she’s not being taken seriously by most.  Here’s a great riposte to Moutsatsou’s video, which in contrast to her inflated silliness, is the best of what a Greek can be: ironic, angry, smart, aware and funny.  This guy Spyros originally had a little cut of Moutsatsou in the beginning so viewers could get the reference, but the young miss made him remove it for — not kidding — copyright reasons, and he had to re-edit and repost it.  He says in Greek in his comments: “I reposted without the part where Mouts’ [Moutsatsou] is talking…” — “mouts” being suspiciously close to gay Greek slang for “annoying chick” — probably unintentional but you never know.  “Malakas,” for those who aren’t Mexican or haven’t otherwise worked in a New York diner kitchen, is a multi-toned word.  Originally meaning “masturbator” I guess, it now means “asshole” or “jerk” but among young men (and increasingly young women) it can be a totally innocuous interjection like “mate” or “buddy” or “dude.”  Spyros absolutely means it in the harder-core “asshole” sense.  I was especially moved by: “I don’t blame globalization; I blame immigrants.” (see my April 14th post: “Ain’t that America”)

And then there’s Manos, a talk show host who just goes on an all-out firebombing of Moutsatsou’ pretensions.  The one Greek phrase he uses and that I feel obligated to translate is when he says, “if I owe any money…it’s because “Hoi hwraioi echoun chree” (“Hot guys have debts…”) which is the refrain of a Greek pop song — a piece of crap as music but the refreshing heights of Greek impudence given the current situation — whose lyrics go: “Hot guys have debts…and they pay them with kisses…so tell me what I owe and we’ll settle accounts in my arms.”  Dedicated to Angela Merkel.

Any issue like this becomes an instant riot-fest of satire in Greece, something maybe we did invent, because give them a good story and it suddenly turns into a country of ten million very sharp-witted, merciless, gossipy housewives.  God help you if they find even the tiniest crack in your position or your posturing.  Miss Moutsatsou is going to get run out of the country soon; once Greeks are on to you, you’re finished.  As Cavafy wrote: “…κ’ οι Aλεξανδρινοί τον πάρουν στο ψιλό, ως είναι το συνήθειο τους, οι απαίσιοι.”

 

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