The Mixed Emotions of November 9th
In Germany, November 9th is a day of very mixed emotions.
In 1923, this was the date on which the “Beer Hall Putsch” took place, a failed violent coup led by Hitler and the Nazis to overthrown the Weimar government. The following April, Hitler was convicted of high treason and sentenced to five years in prison (the bare minimum sentence). While in prison, Hitler was given various privileges, and he wrote the first volume of Mein Kampf. By the end of the year, Hitler was released, and he pivoted the Nazi party to seek power via legitimate means. Ten years later, Hitler had become the Chancellor of Germany.
Fifteen years to the day after the Beer Hall Putsch, in 1938, came Kristallnacht, the Night of Broken Glass. On that night, the German authorities stood by as Hitler’s Storm Troopers and members of the Hitler Youth stormed Jewish businesses and buildings, synagogues and schools, hospitals and homes, breaking their windows and ransacking the property. While the Nazis claimed the violence was a spontaneous reaction to the murder of a Nazi official, it was instead a well-planned attack, thousands of Jews were rounded up and sent to concentration camps, and the Nazis demanded the Jewish community pay a huge “Atonement Tax” of 1 billion Reichsmarks, and any insurance payouts to Jews were seized by the government.
As bad as those memories are for Germany, an entirely different memory of November 9th was created in 1989, when after a tumultuous summer, the Berlin Wall came down. JD Bindenagel was the career State Department officer serving as the deputy chief of mission at the US mission in East Germany’s capital of Berlin, and he described it like this in 2019:
On Nov. 9, 1989, there was no sign of revolution. Sure, change was coming—but slowly, we thought. After all, the Solidarity movement in Poland began in the early 1980s. I spent the afternoon at an Aspen Institute reception hosted by David Anderson for his new deputy director, Hildegard Boucsein, with leaders from East and West Berlin, absorbed in our day-to-day business. In the early evening, I attended a reception along with the mayors and many political leaders of East and West Berlin, Allied military commanders and East German lawyer Wolfgang Vogel. Not one of us had any inkling of the events that were about to turn the world upside down.
As the event was ending, Wolfgang Vogel asked me for a ride. I was happy to oblige and hoped to discuss changes to the GDR travel law, the target of the countrywide demonstrations for freedom. On the way, he told me that the Politburo planned to reform the travel law and that the communist leadership had met that day to adopt new rules to satisfy East Germans’ demand for more freedom of travel. I dropped Vogel off at his golden-colored Mercedes near West Berlin’s shopping boulevard, Ku’Damm. Happy about my scoop on the Politburo deliberations, I headed to the embassy. Vogel’s comments would surely make for an exciting report back to the State Department in Washington.
I arrived at the embassy at 7:30 p.m. and went directly to our political section, where I found an animated team of diplomats. At a televised press conference, government spokesman Guenter Schabowski had just announced the Politburo decision to lift travel restrictions, leaving everyone at the embassy stunned. East Germans could now get visitor visas from their local “People’s Police” station, and the East German government would open a new processing center for emigration cases. When an Italian journalist asked the spokesman when the new rules would go into effect, Schabowski fumbled with his papers, unsure—and then mumbled: “Unverzueglich” (immediately). With that, my Vogel scoop evaporated.
At this point, excitement filled the embassy. None of us had the official text of the statement or knew how East Germans planned to implement the new rules. Although Schabowski’s declaration was astounding, it was open to widely varying interpretations. Still dazed by the announcement, we anticipated the rebroadcast an hour later.
At 8 p.m., Political Counselor Jon Greenwald and I watched as West Germany’s news program “Tagesschau” led with the story. By then, political officer Imre Lipping had picked up the official statement and returned to the embassy to report to Washington. Heather Troutman, another political officer, wrote an on-the-ground report that the guards at Checkpoint Charlie were telling East Germans to get visas. Greenwald cabled the text of Schabowski’s announcement to Washington: East Germans had won the freedom to travel and emigrate.
As the cable arrived in Washington, I called the White House Situation Room and State Department Operations Center to discuss the report and alert them to the latest developments. I then called Harry Gilmore, the American minister in West Berlin.
“Harry,” I said, “it looks like you’re going to have a lot of visitors soon. We’re just not sure yet what that rush of visitors will look like.”
We assumed that, at best, East Germans would start crossing into West Berlin the next day. In those first moments, the wall remained impassable. After all, these were Germans; they were known for following the rules. Schabowski had announced the visa rules, and we believed there would be an orderly process. East Germans, however, were following West German television coverage, as well. And, as it turned out, they decided to hold their government to its word immediately.
I headed home around 10 p.m. to watch events unfold on West German television. On my way to Pankow, I was surprised by the unusual amount of traffic. The “Trabi,” with its two-cycle engine and a body made of plasticized pressed-wood, spewing gas and oil smoke, was always in short supply. Perhaps one of the most striking symbols of East Germany’s economy, those iconic cars now filled the streets despite the late hour—and they were headed to the Bornholmer Strasse checkpoint. Near the checkpoint, drivers were abandoning them left and right.
Ahead of me, the blazing lights of a West German television crew led by Der Spiegel reporter Georg Mascolo illuminated the checkpoint. The TV crew, safely ensconced in the West, was preparing for a live broadcast. Despite the bright lights, all I could make out was a steadily growing number of demonstrators gathering at the checkpoint. From the tumult, I could faintly hear yells of “Tor auf!” (Open the gate!) Anxious East Germans had started confronting the East German border guards. Inside the crossing, armed border police waited for instructions.
Amid a massive movement of people, fed by live TV, the revolution that had started so slowly was rapidly spinning out of control. The question running through my mind was whether the Soviet Army would stay in its barracks. There were 380,000 Soviet soldiers in East Germany. In diplomatic circles, we expected that the Soviet Union, the military superpower, would not give up East Germany without a fight. Our role was to worry—the constant modus operandi of a diplomat. But this time, our concern didn’t last long.
When I arrived home around 10:15 p.m., I turned on the TV, called the State Department with the latest developments, and called Ambassador Richard Barkley and then Harry Gilmore again: “Remember I told you that you’d be seeing lots of visitors?” I said. “Well, that might be tonight.”
Just minutes later, I witnessed on live television as a wave of East Berliners broke through the checkpoint at Bornholmer Strasse, where I had been just minutes earlier. My wife, Jean, joined me, and we watched a stream of people crossing the bridge while TV cameras transmitted their pictures around the world. Lights came on in the neighborhood. I was elated. East Germans had made their point clear. After 40 years of Cold War, East Berliners were determined to have freedom.
Bindenagel was elated, the German people were elated (Bindenagel gave more detail in a video interview here, and Deutsche Welle has a host of anniversary articles and interviews here), and the West (broadly speaking) was elated.
A certain KGB agent stationed in East Germany and assigned to work with the Stasi (the East German Secret Police) was most certainly not elated, and grew increasingly frustrated in the weeks that followed. The BBC described the agent’s reaction like this:
It is 5 December 1989 in Dresden, a few weeks after the Berlin Wall has fallen. East German communism is dying on its feet, people power seems irresistible.
Crowds storm the Dresden headquarters of the Stasi, the East German secret police, who suddenly seem helpless.
Then a small group of demonstrators decides to head across the road, to a large house that is the local headquarters of the Soviet secret service, the KGB.
“The guard on the gate immediately rushed back into the house,” recalls one of the group, Siegfried Dannath. But shortly afterwards “an officer emerged – quite small, agitated”.
“He said to our group, ‘Don’t try to force your way into this property. My comrades are armed, and they’re authorised to use their weapons in an emergency.'”
That persuaded the group to withdraw.
But the KGB officer knew how dangerous the situation remained. He described later how he rang the headquarters of a Red Army tank unit to ask for protection.
The answer he received was a devastating, life-changing shock.
“We cannot do anything without orders from Moscow,” the voice at the other end replied. “And Moscow is silent.”
That phrase, “Moscow is silent” has haunted this man ever since. Defiant yet helpless as the 1989 revolution swept over him, he has now himself become “Moscow” – the President of Russia, Vladimir Putin.
For Putin, this was the beginning of the fall of the great Russian empire, and everything Putin has done since was been an effort to restore the greatness of Great Mother Russia, with himself as her leader and savior.
On this November 9th, it is the Germans and West who are worried and Putin who is elated, as Donald Trump prepares to take office. Putin dreams of an end to US military support for Ukraine, a diminished US role in NATO (if not a complete withdrawal from the alliance), and a weakening of the Five Eyes intelligence sharing agreement between the US and the UK, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand.
On this November 9th, Putin’s dreams are looking closer to becoming a reality.
On this November 9th, Moscow is no longer silent.
I’ve been reading a remarkable book, A Gentleman In Moscow by Amor Towles. It’s about a Russian aristo sentenced to house arrest at a famous Mosccow Hotel in 1922, and follows his life over the next 32 years Count Rostov decides to master his circumstances in the face of this drastic change. The novel is packed with insights into the impact of such dramatic changes on the Count, and the speed with with he and others come to grips with the new situation.
The lesson is, I think, that life goes on, and our solace lies first in our personal relationships, families, friends, neighbors, Churches, schools. They give us the security we need to act when it’s possible.
Thank you for mentioning this graceful, heartful, and elegantly written book. It’s a centering read for our times–but in a lot of ways, perfect escape reading when needed.
Yes! Wonderful writing, great story. I’ve read it twice.
Still feeling and reeling from recent events – appreciate the historical significance of this date – mixed emotions indeed!
There is actually a TV series of this, and it is VERY good. It stars Ewan McGregor as Count Alexander Rostov . It is streaming on Hulu, Paramount +. It has 92% on Rotten Tomatoes.
Thank you for your continued insights, voices like yours make our current reality easier to bear. Reading Marie Yavanovitch’s memoir Lessons From The Edge is also helping me.
Life sure does go on, but my family is full of Trump voters and Trump voter-adjacent spouses. My life-longest friend became MAGA. Relationships have ended. Unrelated to Trumpism, but similar in effect: I left the Catholic church and stopped drinking. Family and friends are profoundly uncomfortable because they think my decisions are about them. Fair enough. I can’t listen to another MAGA riff or hang with Trumpers (or people who do not know Russian/Soviet history).
My lived lesson is, doing the right thing – standing up and being counted – means a loss of security.
That’s why most people remain in the solace of familial and childhood herds that tolerate racism, sexism, religious bigotry, white male supremacy, etc. Drastic change may be coming for us, but as someone who knows what the consequences can be for standing up, there’s something to be said for surviving inside the herd for as long as possible.
“…a loss of security”
The of the common observations is that Trump stokes fear. He does, but he is also a master of spreading uncertainty — which is another thing. (ISO 31000 defines Risk: “effect of uncertainty on objectives”.) Fear is sometimes definable, and that can help people deal with it. But uncertainty is fluid.
Fear is the immutable weapon of terrorism. Uncertainty serves as its essential predicate, with the benefit of deniability, thus allowing a softer and disavowable method of terror to serve the terrorist leaders’ purposes.
Most of my friends now seem to consider themselves under invisible siege. We can’t afford to concede this psychological territory: Trump and MAGA only own us if we sell ourselves. Each of us must ask “What is MY price?” and fully confront the answer. (In my case money wouldn’t work but high position and enough flattery might; I try to keep my ego as intact as possible against the kind of weakness to which I know I am susceptible.)
There is no point in counting the numbers on either side. There are no sides. Just human beings, revealing and evolving their choices.
Thank you very much, Peterr, for your post. The mixed emotions you describe prevented at least to make November 9th the national holiday after the German unification, and go for October 3rd instead, the day on which the unification of former West and East Germanys went into effect in 1990.
I’d just like to add that there is another November 9th in the mix of German history: the day of the proclamation of the end of the Kaiserreich and the beginning of the republic in Germany (see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proclamation_of_the_republic_in_Germany) which lasted for less than 15 years, by the name of Weimar Republic after the city where new constitution was prepared.
Unfortunately, it didn’t take 15 years after the Beer Hall Putsch for the Nazi mob to commit their horrendous acts on fellow citizens, as a comment to a post from Marcy reminds us: https://www.emptywheel.net/2024/11/07/the-time-before-confrontation/#comment-1078080.
Hitler may have been sentenced to five years but he spent only 9 months in prison. EV Debs spent more time in prison in USAmerica for speaking against WWI than Hitler did for the Beer Hall Putsch. Debs also spent more time in prison than USAmerica than USAmerica did fighting WWI.
This is how the world works more often than not.
Five Eyes was one of the first things on my mental list when it was confirmed that Trump had won. This has been an interesting relationship, with bonds that go beyond just the sharing of intelligence. One Army unit in the U.S. is staffed by a mix of army personnel from both nations — right down to providing rifle racks in the armory for the Australian’s AUG-based rifles. There have been a few rough spots, and a good deal of consternation regarding Trump during his first term. But I would not be surprised if the real partnership gets pared down to Four Eyes.
It will be interesting to see how Australia handles this. They did a pivot in the Asia-Pacific region as China’s intentions among the island nations became clear. Australia, whether they want the mantle or not, may end up being the reliable partner when it comes to regional security. The Republic of Korea and Japan are stepping up as well (Korea now becoming a major supplier of highly respected military equipment, to include production facilities in Poland). The U.S. influence gained through foreign military sales will be diminished to some extent…Major or minor, it is too soon to predict.
Would the other Four Eyes nations consider a, um, surreptitious sharing of information with, say, some retired, trusted Generals who might be working without the knowledge of an administration ?
I foresee a need to know what is actually happening out in the big, dangerous world, as opposed to the information that will be disseminated to the public.
Suddenly all the George Orwell I read in school is looking very prescient.
Trump would be the first to scream “Off with their heads” if back-channels were discovered in the IC. The security protocols for compartmented information were designed with that in mind. But on the other hand, it is not difficult to develop personal relationships that last beyond having a tour of duty or working on specific projects together. That’s where the cultural bonds may help provide a continuity bridge to, let’s say, 2029. And sometimes you don’t need to “say” anything (go out to dinner with some IC folks some time).
Thanks, Raven Eye. I am looking for hope everywhere I can.
Thanks for this conversation, you two.
Re: five eyes -> four eyes.
I’m guessing that each eye decides what it shares with the other four eyes – whether the US remains as one of the eyes wouldn’t be binary.
If Trump is too busy exacting vengeance on this enemies list to report to Putin, that might inform decisions about what to share.
It’s much more complex than just deciding what to share (my comments above just kinda skim the surface). Since Five Eyes involves collection (and every step that follows) we’re talking about developing, staffing, operating, and maintaining a lot of physical infrastructure — some shared — as well as the “virtual infrastructure” that manages the input and output for multiple agencies from each country.
It takes a lot of experience just to begin to understand it, and even more experience to manage the collective effort. Nobody wants to begin a process of unplugging one or more countries — over the decades the participants have agreed on the value proposition.
If leadership in this country can’t/won’t understand the value proposition (some can’t even understand the basics of our classification systems), imagine what damage could be done. Think about deciding to “fix” your desktop computer — unplugging or swapping parts without shutting that computer down.
Thank you for this bone chilling story. I think I read something about it elsewhere. The resentment of some humans is never ending as is their will to power. Trump’s resentments are key to his ascension.
I am at the mercy of trumpist nearest relatives. They break my heart continually, but I will probably remain connected in some way until the very end.
My friends are, of course, warriors for justice. We won’t ever give in.
But this week, I have lost hope for human civilization. Gaia will beat back the human population as she convulses with a fever.
Someday, after I am gone (77 this month and handicapped), the humans who are left may learn to live lightly on the land and ocean with reverence. But untold billions of life forms, including us, will have been scoured from the earth.
We needed a miracle to avoid this. Now, time is up.
I won’t stop fighting though if only to leave a record, a trace of what needs to be preserved for others to learn in the future.
Three species are being lost to extinction every hour now and for some time. There will be a tipping point, from what we do not know. This is the fastest extinction ever. The dinosaurs lasted 65 million years and died from climate change resulting from asteroid impact, as is now well known. It has been 66 million years since then. We are doing it to ourselves. We know this. The use of fossil fuels has evolved over less than 200 years, hominids evolving over a few hundred thousand years at most. We think we are so smart. Not smart enough to save ourselves. After every extinction comes increased diversity and complexity. We are a failed species.
Five years ago, CSPAN put together a one hour compilation of NBC’s “breaking news” coverage of the fall of the Berlin Wall on Nov. 9, 1989, that you can see here.
For those like me who remember that night, watching it again 35 years later will give you goosebumps. It certainly did me.
For those too young to remember it, please watch it. This was live reporting, breaking into the usual NBC programming all night long. The wall went up in 1961, and the faces of the young people dancing atop the wall are incredible. Many had lived behind the wall all their lives, and now it was coming down.
There is nothing to fear if you are what is feared. This simplistic reasoning explains the allure of joining a group.
Works if what you’re joining is a violent street gang.
The Redcaps are the new Brownshirts.
Yes its pretty safe in a violent gang as long as you follow the rules of the gang and don’t cause any waves. Just joining a group, is not going to do anything because most groups, when push comes to shove, its every person for themselves. Even if they hang together most don’t know how to survive or defend themselves.
Having trumpsters as relatives makes me happy I don’t have any relatives around. There is a lot to be said to have a dog and/or cat. Most trumpsters can’t carry on a conversation I want to be engaged with, but there are two and three year olds in the neighbourhood who are much more interesting. At 77 I do plan on another 10 years.
Some of us have learnt at a very young age you can not count on your family or relatives. )and yes that includes if you’re in a nice middle class, educated family As a friend always said, when push comes to shove, its just you and your kid.
If we look back at American history there have been more than a few really awful people running the show, however, eventually they all pushed things to far or others stood up to them and the game was up. The trump/dump years will not be pleasant, but the trumps aren’t the smartest people around and at some point one of them will over reach and things will change.
That might work, until someone else is more feared.
From where I sit, I’d phrase it differently: there is nothing to be feared if you are loved.
some loose ends give me confidence, still
(as I’m doomed to paraphrase and not fully able to remember who said, humbly in my truest form):
— to scare a republican, lie. to scare a democrat, tell the truth. (well, there certainly was not much truth telling from that side, unless current consequence now speaks the truth enough but I don’t think that counts)
— how can you fight for something, if you dont even know it’s yours? (Indeed there was much left out of the public discourse, I felt partly because they themselves didn’t understand what they were talking about but also because there was reason to them to leave much out of what they did)
— seems we fear the most when we have something to lose (some very smart people have long understood, deeply, what there is to lose. And their concerns have given them cause to fight all their lives. I wouldn’t wager they’re going to stop now. Some who rest their egos on a job title will have no idea what this kind of resolve is about)
— (something something) is fear itself. (say anything do anything might win a seat at the table but if that seat is what they fear to lose, something greatly lacks. I don’t think they know what it is, or their respect for what got them there might be greater.)
— on making America great again (as if we weren’t already, as if its greatness didn’t enable that very discourse)
—they keep saying this thing, but I do not think it means what they think it means. (They may soon be reminded, as now some truths are out, folks see and understand what they have to fight for, and that fear of losing it is more resolute in them as it ever has been before, and they know exactly what greatness means)
Much is left here to be seen. It’s late and I’m now distracted, apologies for lack of editing and brevity- I’m so grateful for this forum).
I love this forum! It has, for some reason, just occurred to me to wonder if there exists some underground communication among the many peoples oppressed worldwide by the authoritarian putsch.
I did not know that Putin was that officer. Thank you Peterr & everyone commenting for stirring my imagination & brewing a nascent hope. For anyone interested my husband voted for trump 3 times but I can tell you love is stronger than hate.
Gut geschrieben Peterr, und auch sehr Interessant. Deutschland ist gar nicht so, wie dem USA, gespalten… aber es hat schon begonnen. Aber viele Deutscher*innen tragen Hoodies mit FCK NZS.
Danke.
Gibt es die Hoodies in Regenbogenfarben?
Regenbogenfarbenben? Leider ich hab nur Schwarz gesehen. aber ich kauf eine fuer dich, wenn du willst.
(rainbow colors? sadly i’ve only seen black, but i’ll buy one for you, if your want.)
Hauptsache… fuck Nazis.
whoops , moderation
Regenbogenfarbenben? Leider ich hab nur Schwarz gesehen. aber ich kauf eine fuer dich, wenn du willst.
(rainbow colors? sadly i’ve only seen black, but i’ll buy one for you, if you want.)
Hauptsache… fck Nzs.
Thanks for the offer, but I can order one for myself. I was simply thinking “how could the message be even more pointedly aimed at the AfD?” Here in the US, if you put something in rainbow colors, the right wing loses their mind because they see ‘the gay agenda’ behind anything with a rainbow on it.
But by all means, let’s keep the Hauptsache in mind.
Peterr, you’re amazing.
To the Success of Our Hopeless Cause…