Maria Eugenia:
I've been a subscriber
of LareDOS for several years now. As you might remember,
I've been married to María Delfina Cantu, your
former classmate, since January 1970 and am the nephew
of Viqui Uribe. I enjoy reading many of the articles
you write. I subscribe to LareDOS because it helps
me keep up with what's happening along the border
in Webb County and Zapata County. I am a dual citizen
of the United States and Mexico, grew up in Nuevo
Laredo, graduated from St. Joseph's Academy in 1965,
and graduated from Texas A&M in 1969. I am a petroleum
engineer by profession, but also served as a United
States Navy nuclear submarine officer on active duty
from October 1970 through February 1975. I am writing
to let you know of my distress regarding what I consider
to be unfair, unbalanced, and misleading reporting
in the January and February 2003 issues of LareDOS
with respect to the current situation in Iraq. In
submitting this message to you, I'm reminded of the
maxim that it's not wise to argue with people who
buy paper by the ton and ink by the barrel and I sure
don't intend to get into a protracted discussion with
you regarding the issue I raise. I do suggest and
request, however, in the interest of balance and fairness,
that you consider publishing the article below in
the next LareDOS.
Very truly yours,
Ricardo E. Garza
Appeasing Hitler and
Saddam
By Alistair Cooke
BBC News | February 20, 2003
I promised to lay
off topic A -- Iraq -- until the Security Council
makes a judgment on the inspectors' report and I shall
keep that promise. But I must tell you that throughout
the past fortnight I've listened to everybody involved
in or looking on to a monotonous din of words, like
a tide crashing and receding on a beach -- making
a great noise and saying the same thing over and over.
And this ordeal triggered a nightmare -- a day-mare,
if you like.
Through the ceaseless tide I heard a voice, a very
English voice of an old man -- Prime Minister Chamberlain
saying: "I believe it is peace for our time"
-- a sentence that prompted a huge cheer, first from
a listening street crowd and then from the House of
Commons and next day from every newspaper in the land.
There was a move to urge that Mr. Chamberlain should
receive the Nobel Peace Prize.
In Parliament there was one unfamiliar old grumbler
to growl out: "I believe we have suffered a total
and unmitigated defeat." He was, in view of the
general sentiment, very properly booed down. This
scene concluded in the autumn of 1938 the British
prime minister's effectual signing away of most of
Czechoslovakia to Hitler. The rest of it, within months,
Hitler walked in and conquered. "Oh dear,"
said Mr. Chamberlain, thunderstruck. "He has
betrayed my trust."
During the last fortnight a simple but startling thought
occurred to me -- every single official, diplomat,
president, prime minister involved in the Iraq debate
was in 1938 a toddler, most of them unborn. So the
dreadful scene I've just drawn will not have been
remembered by most listeners.
Hitler had started betraying our trust not 12 years
but only two years before, when he broke the First
World War peace treaty by occupying the demilitarised
zone of the Rhineland. Only half his troops carried
one reload of ammunition because Hitler knew that
French morale was too low to confront any war just
then and 10 million of 11 million British voters had
signed a so-called peace ballot. It stated no conditions,
elaborated no terms, it simply counted the numbers
of Britons who were "for peace."
The slogan of this movement was "Against war
and fascism" -- chanted at the time by every
Labour man and Liberal and many moderate Conservatives
-- a slogan that now sounds as imbecilic as "against
hospitals and disease." In blunter words a majority
of Britons would do anything, absolutely anything,
to get rid of Hitler except fight him.
At that time the word preemptive had not been invented,
though today it's a catchword. After all the Rhineland
was what it said it was -- part of Germany. So to
march in and throw Hitler out would have been preemptive
-- wouldn't it?
Nobody did anything and Hitler looked forward with
confidence to gobbling up the rest of Western Europe
country by country -- "course by course,"
as growler Churchill put it.
I bring up Munich and the mid-30s because I was fully
grown, on the verge of 30, and knew we were indeed
living in the age of anxiety. And so many of the arguments
mounted against each other today, in the last fortnight,
are exactly what we heard in the House of Commons
debates and read in the French press. The French especially
urged, after every Hitler invasion, "negotiation,
negotiation." They negotiated so successfully
as to have their whole country defeated and occupied.
But as one famous French leftist said: "We did
anyway manage to make them declare Paris an open city
-- no bombs on us!"
In Britain the general response to every Hitler advance
was disarmament and collective security. Collective
security meant to leave every crisis to the League
of Nations. It would put down aggressors, even though,
like the United Nations, it had no army, navy or air
force. The League of Nations had its chance to prove
itself when Mussolini invaded and conquered Ethiopia
(Abyssinia). The League didn't have any shot to fire.
But still the cry was chanted in the House of Commons
-- the League and collective security is the only
true guarantee of peace. But after the Rhineland the
maverick Churchill decided there was no collectivity
in collective security and started a highly unpopular
campaign for rearmament by Britain, warning against
the general belief that Hitler had already built an
enormous mechanised army and superior air force.
But he's not used them, he's not used them, people
protested. Still for two years before the outbreak
of the Second War you could read the debates in the
House of Commons and now shiver at the famous Labour
men -- Major Attlee was one of them -- who voted against
rearmament and still went on pointing to the League
of Nations as the saviour.
Now, this memory of mine may be totally irrelevant
to the present crisis. It haunts me. I have to say
I have written elsewhere with much conviction that
most historical analogies are false because, however
strikingly similar a new situation may be to an old
one, there's usually one element that is different
and it turns out to be the crucial one. It may well
be so here.
All I know is that all the voices of the '30s are
echoing through 2003. . . .