An Autoholograph (1)
©
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 who
was willing to risk his life to save it from self-destruction by politicians
hypnotized by the rights of politicians to absolute human rights. This is to
say, politicians who, dumbed down by post Enlightenment illusions and
encouragement of capitalist economics, had little or no regard for the people
of Latvia
as a community that had survived for many thousand years.
It was a time when the state of Latvia had
just survived falling apart, because its sole ‘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
son, who was a judge at the Latvian High Court.
The Ariadne’s string for this connection
derives, briefly, from the fact that my paternal grandfather, 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 consequences of 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 still not yet ten years old, 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,
known as Cimzes Seminars. Grandfather went on 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 society, which though not denying him,
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 too 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, Riga ,
where he became editor at a number of newspapers, finally founding his own. He
was helped in the founding of the newspaper by a young woman then working for a
German newspaper. Because grandfather had suffered bankruptcy in a hardware
business that he had attempted, and bankruptcy laws of the day were of a
punishing nature, the young woman became the publisher of the newspaper. It is
rumored that as the new couple left the employ of the German newspaper, they
took with them its subscriber list.
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 former
Herrnhuters as editors, and greatly furthered literacy among the Latvian people
by publishing popular novels) and fortunate turns, 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 hope that Reason was reasonable) and
Capitalism were continuing with their destruction of society out of sight, 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 near absolute self-isolation of individuals and
disregard of community interests.
The disintegration of the community became
first 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 Minister. 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.
No comments:
Post a Comment