Not quite 70 years ago, my mom and dad drove the family car-a, Studebaker- from Milton Freewater, Oregon, to Star, Idaho, to attend the 4-day Thanksgiving celebration that my mom’s family had staged every year since the family farm began back in the 1860s. You could stand on the front porch and look 20 miles in any direction and still see the Dixon farm. We had great fun each thanksgiving-running after the farm’s dogs, chasing the goats, swimming in the pond.
This particular celebration was pretty much like the rest except for one memory that I wish I did not have. When we first entered the house and first entered the “sitting” room, I saw two men, about my father’s age of 31/32, sitting in my uncle’s two Victorian chairs. The entire four days we were there, I never saw them move. They just sat there.
My mom took me by the hand and ushered me over to where they sat, and introduced me to both men. They were her adopted brothers.
I only made eye contact once with each of them. They did not smile. They looked at me with very hallow eyes.
I remember feeling scared to even be around them.
Many years later, I figured out that what I was seeing in each man was horror at a level I did not know even existed. It was as if they had seen pure evil, and it had sapped all of their strength.
And their will to live.
Indeed, they both committed suicide one day. A Saturday. They walked together into my uncle’s cornfield, and each pulled their own trigger, each ending their own life: together.
Many years after I first met my two uncles, my mom called me up and told me to watch a TV show called “BAND OF BROTHERS.” She told me that although the show certainly embellished what happened, it was largely based upon actual events and that my two uncles were part of EASY company, which the show followed from Normandy to Berlin.
One episode -an event my mom told me actually happened-helped me understand why my uncles had become the hallowed out, empty men I saw at Thanksgiving. (During WW2, my mom worked for the State Department, decoding German war messages. She had access to all sorts of top-secret materials and knew the story of what happened to my uncles from those reports.) Between the show and her input, the story unfolded:
Rumors had abounded throughout the army that HITLER had death camps. None had, at that time, yet been found. My two uncles’ platoon was on a routine patrol when a strong odor of death and burning flesh overwhelmed their position. They had been in major combat for the prior four years and they were no strangers to the odor. All it meant was that they needed to move in the direction from which it came to complete their patrol.
The stench got stronger and stronger. Finally, they came out of a thick stand of trees and saw in front of them the pure evil I saw in their eyes: a place of horror, of torture, of satanic death. They saw piles of naked corpses-men, women, children- piled 10 and 12 high. They saw emaciated, near-dead, starving men and women and, again, children. They could see, off in the remote part of the camp, the smoke coming from still-operating cremating ovens. Over the next few days, they went into rooms that had gold fillings, rings, and necklaces. They found a room that had nothing but women’s shoes–hundreds if not thousands. They found a room where torture obviously occurred.
They had seen what Satan was capable of the prior four years. But nothing they saw before even remotely compared to what they saw in this place.
Their command, after nearly a week of having them patrol the camp, realized that the effect on my uncles and their buddies was too much, so they moved them into patrolling the nearby town. What they had seen in the death camp had unhinged them. What they saw in town caused them to completely crack.
The prisoners in the death camp had arrived by rail. My Uncles saw the tracks go right into the camp. They knew that the Germans had been quite brutal to the prisoners in the transports. A rail car that should hold maybe 20 to 25 was crammed with 100, 120, maybe even 150. The prisoners could not sit down. They were crammed so tight that all they could do for the days it took to transport them was to stand with no ability to move. They had no water. No food. Many died en route. All defecated and urinated where they stood. The smell and the cries of misery had to be deafening.
In patrolling the town, the Soldiers saw that the train track that they knew transported the death camp prisoners went right thru the town and right next to a Catholic church. When interviewed, the churchgoers claimed that they were not Nazis but good people who were bullied into submission by Hitler’s troops. They also claimed they knew nothing about the trains or the camp. However, the track went right next to the church.
Over time and continuous questioning, it finally, came out that, in fact, the churchgoers were aware of the trains. It came out that the railroad cars in fact went by the church on Sunday when services were in progress. It came out that the Priest ordered the choir to sing as loud as possible to drown out the cries of misery that rose up from the train cars as they passed by.
The anger of the American troops was uncontrollable. They had to be physically restrained not to kill every last churchgoer. These “good people” claimed to be Christian; claimed not to be Nazis, yet train after train after train went by their church services, and they did NOTHING.
The churchgoers said-in their defense that if they tried to stop the Nazis, they would lose their home, their jobs, and their lives. The American troops, of course, had endured being shot at and killed for years. Indeed, the only reason the Americans had to endure such war was that these “good” Christian Germans were cowered into doing nothing.
The thought of “good” people who did nothing in the face of evil is what sapped the life out of my uncles. They lost all faith in God. They lost all faith in mankind. They found peace only in the company each provided the other. Suicide called, and they answered.
My mother told me that her brothers(my uncles) -along with a whole raft of people in the state department-had given special names to the Nazis in this death camp(and all the others) and town.
A NAZI IN THE FIRST DEGREE was the high-level Nazi in government, business, in banking that ran the entire Nazi show. My uncles hated this group and fought against them for the entirety of the war. But they never thought that they were this evil. Truly seeing what this group did was unsettling.
A NAZI IN THE SECOND DEGREE was all the rank-and-file crazy loons who became passionately fascistic. They were the goose-stepping morons that the Nazis, in the first degree, used to do their dirty work.
My uncles were familiar with this group, too. They fought them and killed them. But, until the camp, my uncles never understood how evil they were.
A NAZI IN THE THIRD DEGREE, however, was truly what made my Uncles suicidal. These were the folks they found in the Catholic Church.
They claimed that they were not Nazis. They claimed that they did not believe in Fascism. They claimed to be Christian. Yet, when confronted by the horrors of the death camp, the misery of the Jewish prisoners, the cry of the dead and dying, they did absolutely nothing other than sing louder to drown out the “noise” of death.
My Uncles knew a simple truth: without the DO NOTHING” mentality of the Catholic Church goers, the Nazis could not have come to power; could not have killed so many American soldiers; could not have murdered the 6 million Jews. It is this group that my uncles abhorred beyond all the others. Having fought Hitler for 4 years, having endured life and death combat where they and their buddies were exposed daily to being shot, bombed, or set afire, they simply could not abide folks who said, ” I need to keep quiet and let the Nazis do whatever they want or otherwise I could lose my home, my job, and my pension.”
This is the group that broke my uncle’s spirit. NAZIS IN THE THIRD DEGREE.
This past Sunday, during Easter mass at the Catholic church I love to attend, the choir was singing particularly well. One singer was designated to hit a very high pitched note. She did it well. It permeated the entire church. And for no reason at all, when I heard her high-pitched note, the history of my uncle’s experience in Germany popped back into my head. And not in a good way.
Right now, don’t we have in our country NAZIS IN THE FIRST DEGREE: A “ruling” class of very wealthy and powerful people that are doing everything in their power to bring evil into our world? Perhaps Nazi is the wrong term. The folks in this group are spewing a dogma that is far more extensive and evil than what the Nazis spread in Germany. For lack of a better term, maybe I should call them “WOKE IN THE FIRST DEGREE.”
I think my uncles would ask: How are they any different than the evil beasts that filled the Nazi agenda in the 1940s. The Nazis back then sought to destroy everything that was right and good in the world. Our current “WOKE IN THE FIRST DEGREE” is doing everything it can to give life and strength to the powers that will our destruction: they are destroying our life: family; childhood; Constitutional government; manhood; womanhood; history: economy… everything patriots have valued since we declared our independence from the tyranny of the English ruling class.
And I think my uncles would also ask: don’t we have “NAZIS/ WOKE IN THE SECOND DEGREE”… People who accept hook, line, and sinker the odorous crap of the pure evil that comes from the first degree as if it was the sweet smell of their personal heaven.
I think my uncles would see both groups. And wonder why they exist. And, more importantly, why they, my uncles, fought so hard and endured so much in WW2 if all that was to happen was that our country would be turned over to the same evil they fought against back then. They might ask how we could possibly allow “WOKE IN THE FIRST DEGREE” OR WOKE IN THE SECOND DEGREE TO EXIST, TO TAKE OVER OUR LAND.
It is a horrible thought for me, but I think my Uncles would answer their own question by pointing their fingers at me and saying that I am responsible because I am one they would brand as “WOKE IN THE THIRD DEGREE”: a “good” person, a Christian person, a patriotic person who sees, understands, and even rejects the evil coming from the woke in the first degree, and from the woke in the second degree, and DOES NOTHING TO STOP IT.
While I sat in my Church, listening to my Choir, I had a really hard time explaining to myself why I was any different than those folks back then.
Back when I practiced law in California, it was not so. In 1981, after 6 months of trial in department 55 of the Los Angeles superior court, the jury awarded my client-her name was Annette- the largest punitive damage award ever made in Los Angeles County against a health insurer for racial discrimination in the handling of her injury claim. 42 years later, my last case, a jury awarded my client a multimillion-dollar judgment against a very famous golf course in Palm Springs for racial discrimination. I handled numerous cases on behalf of women who were sexually harassed, abused, discriminated against in the workplace. I put lawyers in jail who committed fraud. I put pedophiles in jail for imposing their “love’ on two- and three-year-old preschoolers.
When I retired, I guess I figured that evil would just go away. I certainly thought it would leave me, my family, and my friends alone. Allowing me to spend the last days of my life in a rocking chair, watching my grandchildren pitch and catch and hit home runs.
I was wrong. Evil takes no vacation. Any thoughts to the contrary are simpleton and dangerous. Doing nothing in the face of evil is “WOKE IN THE THIRD DEGREE,”…no matter your age, your past, or your future. And for me, “WOKE IN THE THIRD DEGREE( SINGING LOUDER TO DROWN OUT AND IGNORE THE CRIES OF MISERY FROM MY FELLOW AMERICANS) IS JUST NOT ACCEPTABLE.
I am 72. I am arthritic. I lack the memory I once had. 5 of me today would not win against one of me 50 years ago. But it doesn’t matter.
One of my favorite songs has lyrics that do matter: the singer, in character, portrays the voice of a desperate man who sees evil in the world and laments to God to fix what is broken. He moans; he groans, and most importantly, instead of finding a solution, he blames God for all the problems in the world in a very disrespectful tone. He concludes by admonishing God in a very demanding tone- to fix human society. He Cries out, “THIS PLACE IS A MESS. GOD, YOU GOT TO DO SOMETHING.
Then he pauses, changes into the character of a loving God, and belts out the reply:”I ALREADY DID. I SENT YOU.”
I did not write this article to tell you about myself. I certainly did not write it in the hopes of appealing to the ‘WOKE IN THE FIRST DEGREE” NOR THE “WOKE IN IN THE SECOND DEGREE.”
I write this article to the good, decent, hardworking Americans who look at the world and see the evil that these two” DEGREES” ARE FOSTERING. The studies I have read show that 80 percent of Americans dissent from the mantra coming from the first degree and the cancel culture of the second degree.
It is to you-the 80 percent- that I write this article: to ask, to plead, TO IMPLORE each of you: isn’t it time to cancel your membership in the ” WOKE IN THE THIRD DEGREE” club?
To be clear, I do cite my own experience. I do confess my sin. But I do so only to define “us”. We are the ” WOKE IN THE THIRD DEGREE.” And it’s time we quit that club.
THE WOKE NEED TO AWAKEN.
And to do that, “we” must all realize that we are not the minority. The polls all show that 80 percent of our world does not approve of what the First Degree and Second are doing. The Woke, in the First Degree have loads of money and power and has used it to make “us” feel like we are alone and that what they are promoting is an overwhelming wave that “us” cannot resist or overcome. But they lie.
Turn to your left. Turn to your right. When you have thoughts that the horrors that ARE being preached by the woke culture- by our own government-are wrong, realize that “us” is “us”; we are not alone.
When “us” stands up to the forces that want to destroy all that makes this country good and decent, “us” will not stand alone. Ever.
IT IS ONE MINUTE TO MIDNITE. WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES 12, OUR WORLD WILL BE OVER. Doing nothing is no longer an option unless “us” has lost all hope of the America that was. That is. That still could be.
I wrote this article to ask “us” (you and me) to stop being a part of ‘WOKE IN THE THIRD DEGREE. Our country will not survive unless those of “us” have chosen to do nothing exit this very worthless club known as the ” WOKE IN THE THIRD DEGREE” and become the “CAPTAIN DOWDS IN THE FIRST DEGREE.”
WE FOUGHT THE BRITISH.
WE FOUGHT THE GERMANS.
WE HAVE TAKEN AN OATH TO FIGHT AGAINST ALL ENEMIES, FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC.
Your country is calling.
Lady Liberty is calling.
Let’s bury “WOKE IN THE THIRD DEGREE.”
GOD BLESS!
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