An Autoholograph (1)
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I was born in Latvia in July of 1933, which was
two months after control of the failing state was taken over by a patriot
willing to risk his life to save it from self-destruction by politicians hypnotized
by the rights of politicians to absolute ‘democratic’ rights. This is to say, politicians
who, hypnotized by post Enlightenment illusions and encouragement of capitalist
economics, had little or no regard for the people of Latvia as a community which
had survived for thousands of years.
It was a time when the state of Latvia had just
survived falling apart, because its ‘authority’ figure, the first President,
Jānis Časkte, died five years earlier
(1927) at the premature age of 68. When I was old enough to comprehend something
of politics, I heard some wag tell that if the man had not died that early in
years, he would have become my godfather. As it is, my godfather became his
oldest son, who was a judge at the Latvian High Court.
The Ariadne’s string for this labyrinthene connection
derives from the fact that my paternal grandfather was a descendant of
Herrnhuters, a religious offshoot of the 14-15th century Jan Hus
movement (especially concerned with the education of common man) which came to Latvia to
rebuild a society destroyed by the Great Northern War (1700-1721). At the time
these forebears came to Latvia ,
much of Europe was still under the rule of the
Habsburg Empire, which made many of the lands rather interactive with their
Germanic overlords. Not surprisingly, an analysis of my dna indicates that my
great-forebears 5 generations removed came from the area of Herzogovina, an
area once known for its religious hereticism and as home of an ancient
Christian Church the members of which were known as Bogomils and Cathars.
The Herrnhuter method of reintegrating a
destabilized and decimated society was to bring it together by integrating
themselves within that society, then bringing everyone together by song and
forming choirs. Education and preaching was another method. Dabbling in the
mysteries of the Kabala was not excluded. In any case, my grandfather was a
teacher, a choir master, and a moralist in that no one was allowed to speak ill
of another person at the dinner table. When the Herrnhuter Church was repressed
by the Latvian Lutheran Church (during the process of taking over the
leadership of the Lutheran Church from its earlier German preachers), my
great-grandfather Janis Benjamins lost his inn to a fire (said to have been
caused by his wife, but more likely maliciously torched), and himself suffered
shock and soon died. My grandfather, at the time was not yet ten years old. He
and his sister were left in their mother’s charge, who earned her keep as a
common farm worker.
As he grew older and proved an earnest
student, the German baron (whose manager Jānis Benjamins had been) helped
grandfather to get his higher education at a then well-known country school: Cimzes
Seminars. Grandfather graduated to become a teacher, a choir master, married,
had five children, and became a school director. However, his Herrnhuter
background and Herrnhuter orientation kept him from being fully accepted in the
by now recovered Latvian and fully lutheranized society, which though not
denying him (he was given as consolation the third prize for a how-to play, but
kept from the choir directors’ podium) kept him (probably with his irked yet
tacit agreement) at arms length.
When the burden of his ambitions, social blocks (imagined or real), and economic situation became unbearable, grandfather chose to make a willful and radical step: he left his wife and five children, and went to the capital of then yet Germanic,
Through an editorially supportive position
for Latvians as a community (after WW1 the newspaper published ‘free’ ads for
refugees looking for their dispersed relatives, had many Latvian Herrnhuters as
editors, and greatly furthered literacy among the Latvian people by publishing
popular novels) and favorable turns of fortune, the newspaper “Jaunākās Ziņas”
(Latest News) became very profitable and made grandfather (editor-in-chief) and
his partner one of Latvia’s first millionaires. In its heydays, the newspaper
was a de facto bond for Latvians: though its maximum circulation (weekends)
reached only two hundred thousand, the newspaper was read by up to five people,
which brought to it virtually every Latvian.
Nevertheless, the long-term destructive
forces borne of Enlightenment (and trust that Reason was reasonable) and
Capitalism continued their destruction of society sub rosa, so to say.
‘Reason’ had dictated the founders of the
Latvian state to trust that ‘reason’ would dictate every man and woman to come
to basically the same reasonable conclusions. It did not. Instead, reason led
to war, and war led to economic destitution, one consequence of which was near absolute
self-isolation among impoverished individuals, and not surprisingly disregard
of community interests.
The disintegration of the community first became
visible in politics and gradually filtered itself to the community. Ulmanis, a
politician, with his roots in the war for independence and military contacts,
organized a successful coup and prevented the nation from disintegrating and
dividing itself between the haves and have-nots. Ulmanis economic policies
extended the base of the haves. His interest in the culture of folklore united
Latvians in a culture that was based more on the culture prevalent in the
countryside than it being overrun by urbanism.
Whether grandfather sympathized with the
Ulmanis Regime, I do not know, except that the newspaper had to toe the line
delineated by the State Information Ministry. As for his wife, Emiliya, she
took great pleasure in dressing for and playing the role of the First Lady to a
President who was an unmarried single man and often appeared in public with
her.
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