Little League Baseball and Why Barack Obama is President

The election is over. A socialist has been reelected after racking up 50% more debt than the country had when he entered office. At 7.9% unemployment – some sources cite a number double that – a stagnant economy, and promises of raising taxes, it leaves me asking how this happened.

The usual answers are easy, easy to come to. They are also easy to find plastered all over the Internet. Limbaugh, Hannity, Fox News and others will be making a lot of noise about this today. Media bias. The women vote. The African American vote. Food stamps. Unemployment extensions. Superstorm Sandy. Etc. And while these are real factors, they are merely symptoms of something that’s been going on for a long time.

The first sport my kids played was baseball. They started in T-ball, moved on to coach pitch, then to kid pitch. Actually, only one of my sons got past T-ball. The others didn’t much care for all the standing around. I had one son, however, who was quite good. He had a great throw; a very natural motion along with a great swing. Things that can’t be taught. He wasn’t a big kid, but neither was he small. And he was fast. The kid could run bases. He had talent.

But very early into coach-pitch it became clear that there wasn’t a level playing field. Kids who had the right fathers got to play the skill positions while the other kids were relegated to the outfield. This was repeated when the All Star teams were picked.  It was never based on performance during the game but was entirely related to who your father was. After a few years my talented son, and a lot of others, dropped out and moved to other sports. They could see what was happening. These kids were being groomed for the next level. But sports don’t work that way and by high school only a few of the blessed kids were still playing baseball at all. A smattering went to junior colleges and even fewer moved on to college.

This is modern conservatism in a nutshell and can be summed up in a single word: nepotism. The same is largely true of modern Christianity, though in both cases the favoritism reaches past relatives into caste. In fact, having been immersed in both cultures for my entire life I can see no reason why anyone not born into conservatism or Christianity would want to become part of either, despite the demonstrable superiority of conservative and Christian principles. It is only made worse since, due to poor leadership, this superiority is rarely seen when these principles are applied.

Why is Barack Obama President of the United States today? It isn’t media bias. It isn’t anger on the part of women, or African Americans, or Hispanics, or greens. And it certainly isn’t because his policies have been effective. It is because the young Obama received support (translated- dollars) from fellow liberals who recognized his talent. At the same time the young and charismatic Barack Hussein Obama was being uplifted, conservatives were bankrolling their sons and daughters.  Sure, a few of them have talent, but most are just, well… average. Average + spoiled is not a recipe for leadership. While talented conservatives are relegated to the outfield only to wither and drop out of active participation, talented liberals are given opportunities to pitch, stand at first base, catch, and play shortstop. When the teams finally meet on the field, the conservatives have nicer uniforms and a better bus, but they can’t compete with their more talented counterparts who were lifted out of the masses because of their performance.

Even more than ideology, people want to be part of something. When they aren’t allowed, they leave. And fans would always rather support someone who worked their way up from the bottom. Barack Obama is President today, more than any other thing, because the Conservative Christian Right put him there. There are a lot of conservatives and media pundits out there asking what went wrong. Asking why the Republican party doesn’t seem more inclusive. The answer, which will escape the marginally-talented leadership because of why they are the marginally-talented leadership, is really quite simple: it seems less inclusive because it is less inclusive, and people like me, who embrace the principles but reject the caste system, are left wondering where to turn.

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Random Acts of Kindness: Be One

I get emails from time to time. Political rants. Jokes. Warnings. Religious stuff. Viagra ads. It all says, usually in bold, to send it on. The really bad stuff says that if I do, I’ll get a blessing, and if I don’t… I rarely forward them. This particular email had no exhortation to forward it, nor did it prophesy doom if I didn’t. But no one reads email anymore. And I can reach all of wired humanity this way.

In this election season, bringing out the worst in so many of us, we could all use a few random acts of kindness. The pictures speak for themselves.

Go be a random act of kindness. Tomorrow. Just do it.

 

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My Challenge to the World – End North Korea

I read a gut-wrenching story today. It told of a North Korean family that had escaped into China only to be captured and jailed by Chinese police. The guard took pity on the family and ordered them a Korean meal before they were to be sent back to North Korea the next day. Upon returning to the cell in the morning, the Chinese guard found four bodies. The wife and children had been strangled and the father had hanged himself rather than be sent back to the ‘workers paradise’ to face starvation, torture, and death. Imagine, for a moment, if you will, the despair that would drive a father, a family, to view this as the only option.

It is difficult to know exactly how many escapees are hiding along the remote norther border of China but a 2005 report by the Chinese government estimated the number at over 400,000! Escapees is a better term than refugees because the nation of North Korea is one, massive, high-security prison. To get out, you must escape. They are hiding because these escapees, if caught by the Chinese police, are returned to North Korea to face torture and death. If caught by unscrupulous Chinese, the women and girls are sold to brothels and the men face enslavement. There is a healthy trade in North Koreans these days which has drawn more unscrupulous people to the border region to exploit this valuable commodity. You should be sick at your stomach by now, but there is something you can do about it.

Fortunately, there are organizations that specialize in getting these people out along an Underground Railroad similar to the one that once existed in the United States to free slaves. From there, the escapees are taken in by South Korea and other friendly nations, including the United States, where the refugees generally become productive members of society. This process, however, requires funding and for a variety of reasons the North Korean situation is way, way under the radar of most people. That is where I, and others like me, come in.

I am dedicating a portion of the profits from my novel The Silla Project towards North Korean relief. The more copies I sell the higher the percentage of profit that goes to LiNK, the aid organization I have partnered with. I will also be traveling throughout the Southeast this fall visiting churches, schools, and civic groups, educating on the plight of North Korea, soliciting donations, and yes, selling my book. While I hope to generate some significant funding for LiNK through personal appearances, The Silla Project, as it gains market share, has the potential to provide vastly more funding as it sells itself. This is my ultimate hope and dream.

I encourage you to help any way that you can. There are several excellent books out right now besides mine: Escape From North Korea by Melanie Kirkpartick is a non-fiction work that details the lives of those who escape. The Orphan Masters Son by Adam Johnson, is a novel told through the eyes of a North Korean. And mine, of course, The Silla Project, told through the eyes of an American. These are the Amazon links but they are available from other major retailers as well in both print and electronic formats.

Please let me know what you think of this idea by leaving a comment below. Do you think I am a scumbag for promoting a book I wrote by appealing to starving children? Certainly I would be if I kept the money for myself. Do you think it could work and that people could be helped? I have this pipe-dream that it will raise awareness, increase public pressure, and bring about the fall of the Kim Dynasty. Sound like a crazy person? I’d love to hear what you think!

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Where Has All the Crichton Gone?

I loved Michael Crichton’s writing. I can still remember a hundred years ago (it seems like!) watching The Andromeda Strain on television. That was back in the day of three channels, UHF, and “rabbit-ears” but the movie, made long before special-effects had taken the place of story telling, kept me riveted.

That was Crichton’s first successful book and he went on to pen many more thrillers over the years. I think my favorite might have been Eaters of the Dead though Prey really caught my fancy as well. And who couldn’t love Jurassic Park, though the sequels never captured the first story’s freshness. His latter books fell off a little as he became more openly political, but he never lost that special something that made his work Crichtonesque.

So what was that ‘special-something’? To me, Crichtonesque means taking some piece of science, tweaking it a little, and building a story around it. As opposed to other forms of science fiction by authors like Ray Bradbury and Arthur C. Clarke, Crichton’s stories always felt more grounded. More possible. Maybe that was their appeal to me – they felt like they could happen. Or, at least they didn’t stretch the boundaries of the possible pushing them into pure fantasy. I enjoy fantasy, too. I read it and I watch it. But Crichton’s storytelling is sorely missed in a world that seems to be getting overrun with Hunger Games, Twilight, and an endless stream of lesser knockoffs. For a host of reasons that I’ll discuss some other time, publishers have convinced themselves that there’s no market left for intelligent, Crichtonesque fiction. The result is what you get when you go to the bookstore.

So, if you loved Crichton, where do you turn now that he is gone? At least until they find a way to clone him. One place you might look is PlotForge, my publisher. PlotForge is young and doesn’t have a global reach yet, but if there is one word I would use to describe our work, it is Crichtonesque. Take reality and bend it a little, maybe even a tad past the breaking point. But isn’t that where things get interesting? Isn’t that where we see the soul of the characters laid bare? When we go one further. When the amp gets turned up to 11.

That’s PlotForge – stories that provide intrigue and excitement while, at the same time, forcing you to look at reality and think about where it is going. The ramifications of gene-splicing and cloning that drove Jurassic Park a generation ago are echoed in Multiplayer where the story centers around the results of online gaming pushed a tad beyond where we are now. Terri-Lynne Smiles debut novel Foreseen is every bit as adept at exploiting the mysteries of quantum mechanics as Crichton’s Timeline did for us. And The Silla Project introduces us to the terrifying reality of North Korea just as Crichton’s Rising Sun unveiled a side of Japan that none of us wanted to think about.

As authors, we don’t set out to emulate anyone. We don’t look at books that we ‘like’ and try to copy them. It’s deeper than that. When someone’s work reaches you, it becomes part of you. It changes you in subtle ways and rewires your brain a little. This is a permanent effect, so that when you sit down to write, even though the real ‘you’ comes out, it contains bits and pieces of all your experiences. Artists call it influence and the effect is called inspiration. So, if reading PlotForge books seems a bit like reading a Crichton thriller, it isn’t intentional. Then again, you know what they say: Good artists borrow. Great artists steal.

 

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Changing North Korea With The Silla Project

Have you ever wanted to change the world? I have. It’s an audacious statement really. A pretentious thought. To think that I can do something that will alter the course of human events, as if I have the power to do that. Clearly I don’t. But working together, maybe We do.

I’m a rocket scientist. A guy who majored in physics and needed a job. It’s interesting but I’m not going to change the world that way. Outside of Werner Von Braun and Robert Goddard I can’t think of an individual rocket scientist who changed the world. Maybe that’s why I started writing. To satisfy this megalomania that lives within each of us.

When I sat down to write my nuclear thriller, my first inclination was to put it in Iraq or Iran. Sometimes I wish I had, but as I looked around at the number of thrillers set in the Middle East I decided I wanted to do something different. And frankly, I’m tired of the Middle East. The only reason my nation cares about that geographic nexus is because it straddles the oil, so I looked elsewhere. As I began my research down this alternate path, another place kept popping up: North Korea.

It didn’t take long to see that North Korea was infinitely more ‘interesting’ than anywhere in the Middle East. It is so alien that reading about it feels like science fiction. The personality cult built up around Kim Il-sung makes Emperor Shaddam Corrino IV from Dune look like a butler. To maintain this charade millions are brutalized, starved, executed, and forced to live in appalling conditions. Those who escape face an equally uncertain future in China where they they are either forcibly returned to face certain execution or are pressed into slavery. Women and young girls are often sold to brothels. Very few reach South Korea where they are automatically made citizens and can begin new lives.

Captured N. Koreans being sent back to hell.

As I learned more, it became clear that the story wasn’t in the Middle East at all. I had to write about North Korea. People needed to know. The horror must end. And the best way to reach the most people was to write a bestselling novel and direct a portion of the profits from The Silla Project to charities that serve North Korean refugees. Agencies that specialize in buying back slaves and getting out those who have fallen into sub-human subsistence lives. It will also open the eyes of many to the plight of these people. People. Humans. Like you and I.

Perhaps I’m a fool to think I can change all this. To think that I can make a difference. But Kim Il-sung was just one man and look what he did?

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Across the Event Horizon to New Worlds

View from Joseph’s apartment in Auburn. Yes, that is Jordan-Hare in the distance. WAR EAGLE!

I survived! The pan-dimensional nexus sucked me in, I crossed the event horizon, and emerged whole and intact on the other side. And to prove that I lived to tell about it, I shall regale my swelling legions of fans and readers with one of my brilliant blog posts.

The past week was busy. We got Joseph down to Auburn. There was a bit of a snafu on one of the rooms but everything turned out just fine. Amazing how problems tend to disappear when people take a deep breath and just… chill. Our elected officials might try that sometime. And the voters, too.

The trip to Purdue was likewise successful. Benjamin’s roommate turned out to be a polite, well-mannered, and intelligent young man from St. Louis. Somehow we managed to get the contents of a U-Haul and a loaded Ford Expedition into half-a dorm room about the size of a matchbox. And despite the lack of space, Shreve Hall was clean and welcoming and bursting with handsome young people. We couldn’t be happier though I reckon they are still mopping up my wife’s tears when we finally had to say goodbye. Even shed a few myself.

Shreve Hall at Purdue. Benjamin’s new home. Yes, the campus really is that nice.

My print copies of The Silla Project arrived on time and were gorgeous. It is always nice to see something that you’ve worked on this long, in it’s final form, and not be disappointed. I took them to the SMDC conference on Tuesday and met some truly wonderful people. Nick Lenone, the special events coordinator for the SMDC conference had everything set up. Maggie Clark from the local Barnes & Nobel had brought copies of all our books. And the other authors were truly delightful. Gary Wicks from my Church was there with his book about an airplane his great grandfather built… in 1909! It is preserved in the Space and Rocket Center to this day. I met Jack Owens, retired FBI agent, who was there with his memoir Don’t Shoot, We’re Republicans. Austin Boyd, a local author who writes Christian slanted thrillers – much like me. Ed Buckbee, long-time Huntsville space-hero with his space books. And Leo Thorsness, retired Air Force Colonel and Congressional Medal of Honor recipient. Leo was selling his own memoir Surviving Hell but also helped me sell some of my books. It was also great getting to know some readers who were kind enough to buy my books and those of the other authors. We see so much negativity in the media that it is always great to come to an event like this and see real people behaving rationally.

Authors at the SMDC conference. From left to right, Jack Owens, myself, Ed Buckbee, Gary Wicks, Nick Leone – coordinator.

Work is going well, also. Satellite modeling and simulation can be enjoyable and I’ve made a lot of progress on the current set of tasks. However, it is less enjoyable when I’ve spent so much time traveling back and forth to colleges and participating in conferences. The amazing thing is that, when you’re in one place doing something, you can’t be somewhere else at the same time. Still haven’t figured out how to beat that one but you can be sure that I’ll be working on it! At the same time, structure is good. I get a lot more done when I’m under the gun and must carve out blocks of time and stick to them. The worst thing that can happen to a writer, or to anyone, is to have too much free time. So, in the end, I guess I need to thank God for overloading me so I can be incredibly productive. But is there really any other way to discover those wonderful new worlds?

 

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When It Rains It Pours or, Why August 12 Is a Pan-Dimensional Nexus.

Wow. I’m pretty sure that this week is some kind of pan-dimensional nexus.

Here’s what’s happening: Today is Friday. I moved my oldest son, Joseph, in at Auburn yesterday; four hours each way. He’s leaving to begin his sophomore year on Monday. We’re taking my middle son, Benjamin, to Purdue tomorrow to start his college career. Seven hours each way. My wife is a high school teacher and starts for the year on Monday. My job has just ramped up considerably. I get paid on Monday for the first time in two months. And I’m working with my publisher to get my latest book out, The Silla Project, on Monday. Oh, and I’m supposed to do a book signing on Tuesday… if the books get here by then.

Why does it always happen this way? Why can these types of events never be separated by, say, two weeks apiece? Here, in just a couple of days, my kids are leaving – sad, I get money – happy, my wife goes back to work – sad, we drop off kids at school – tiring (and expensive), I have to work – yuck, and my book comes out – yay! Lastly, I get to do a book signing – exciting… and… horrifying.

Writers like to do emotion, but we have to be careful. If I wrote about this week in fiction, no one would believe me. So many flip flops. Like my kids leaving for school. They’re great boys. I’ll miss them terribly and would just as soon they stay home and help me make pancakes for the rest of their lives. But leaving in the way they are leaving is a gigantic victory. They are both on full-tuition scholarships and Benjamin also has room and board and a stipend. I don’t want them to go. I’m proud to see them seizing the day. Taking it by the throat is more like it. Sadness mixed with joy tempered with victory. Emotions in conflict with one another.

My books are like that. The Silla Project, the novel coming out on Monday, could not be more different than Multiplayer. I know, I know, I’m supposed to be building audience. And yes, Non-Player Character, the sequel to Multiplayer, is in the works and it is going to be totally awesome. But I must do what I’m called to do. The muses will have it no other way. Though adults like it, Multiplayer was for teens. It was light and explored the teen world. The Silla Project is nothing like that. The Silla Project explores the horror of the most oppressive totalitarian state the world has ever seen – North Korea. It is the story of Mitch Weatherby, Los Alamos nuclear scientist, captured, and coerced to help the late Kim Jong-il in his quest to unite the Korean Peninsula under his nuclear fist.

I can’t promise all of Multiplayer’s thousands of fans that they’ll love The Silla Project but it is a story that must be told. North Korea is a festering boil on the face of the Earth. Her beleagured people suffer under the iron yoke of a mad man and his fanatical dynasty. Millions starve every year while the Kims build ever larger monuments to themselves in the surreal capitol, P’yongyang. Anyone who opposes them, even in thought, risks death… or worse, re-education. Their religion is Juche and their god Kim Il-sung. Their enemy is the United States and they vilify Americans with shocking and graphic propaganda. You may not even be able to locate their tiny nation on a map, but they blame you, the imperialist aggressor, for all the ills facing their country. The late Kim Jong-il’s massive glasses and pompadour may be a joke, but their million man Army is not. It may sound like the stuff of fiction, and I wish it were, but it is a real place as alien to each of us as the last half-hour of 2001 a Space Odyssey.

The Silla Project, check it out.

August, 12, 2012, a pan-dimensional nexus. What better day for a book to come out?

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Working With Genius

Two geniuses. That’s Von Braun on the right and Disney on the left.

I’m a rocket scientist. But I don’t say that to imply that I’m the genius in the title. I say that because it is why I live in Huntsville, Alabama. We build rockets here. Design them, really. It is where Werner von Braun and his German rocket scientists came after World War II. Dr. von Braun and his team were the guys who designed and built the V2 during World War II and used those skills and knowledge to put man on the moon. Public perception of the German rocket scientists is behind the phrase, “It isn’t rocket science.”

I occasionally still run into people who worked with Dr. von Brain and his team. Engineers who recall the heady days of Apollo when science mattered. When they speak of Dr. von Braun there is a reverence in their bearing. All who worked with him knew they were in the presence of genius. Not TV genius, where the genius isn’t that impressive because it was written by writers who aren’t. Actual, honest-to-God genius. They say, “Talent hits a target that no one else can hit. Genius hits a target that no one else can see.” That kind of genius. von Braun was on a different level. I’m jealous of those people who got to work with him. Those people who got to work with genius.

Instinctively we understand the power of genius and we go through our lives wanting to be close to it. To be close to brilliance. We want to study real estate under Donald Trump. Study physics under Stephen Hawking. Have Michael Schmacher teach us how to drive. Or Jaques Cousteau teach us how to dive. And who wouldn’t want to be on the set of Lord of the Rings with Peter Jackson. Be the Rogers to Hammerstein, or the Fred Astair to Ginger Rogers- after all, she did everything he did wearing a dress and high heels. Brilliance, we get it, most of us don’t have it, and the best we can imagine is getting to work with it.

I haven’t had the opportunity to work with a genius in my engineering career. One guy came close and, in different times, might have been. But this is now. Huntsville, and places like it, are all driven by politics these days. We can’t get anything done because the government is fighting with itself. Or some slimy contractor is out to steal everything for themselves. I’m going through this at the moment and I can tell you it is highly counterproductive. There are no geniuses left doing government work. They all went to the private sector long ago.

Rocket science isn’t the only thing I do. I also write. Now I can turn a sentence well enough. Spin a plot. And most importantly, attach my butt to the seat of a chair long enough to finish a book. Nevertheless, I’m no literary genius. However, I do get to work with one. She’d tell you she’s not – just as Dr. von Braun would tell you that he wasn’t. Stephen Hawking might tell you he was but you wouldn’t be able to understand him, and honestly, what else does the guy have? But she is a genius and it is a huge privilege to get to work with her. I try to learn what she does, but that’s the thing about genius, you can’t learn it. Either you have it or you don’t. I am of course talking about Terri-Lynne Smiles, the writer.

Terri-Lynne when I first met her at a writers conference in 2009.

Terri-Lynne Smiles is a literary genius, and if you haven’t read any of her work, you should. Now it’s not the kind of work written by someone who thinks they are a genius. We’ve all seen that kind of stuff, trying very, very hard to look intelligent. It’s usually indecipherable, which is supposed to mean we can’t understand it because it is over our heads. The truth is, we can’t understand it because it sucks. Terri doesn’t write like that. Even in blog posts and emails it is… transcendent. Terri writes the way Bo Jackson played football. It is beautiful, and elegant, and relatable. She makes it look simple, like it is something anyone could do. But it isn’t. Just try to move a soccer ball like Lionel Messi. You can’t do it. Try to write like Terri-Lynne Smiles. You can’t do it.

It’s funny, those engineers who worked with von Braun never say, “I wish I was Werner von Braun.” Indeed, once you’ve worked with genius you don’t generally respond by saying, “I wish I was a genius, too.” When you’ve been around genius you are just thankful for the opportunity to be around them. To learn from them. One doesn’t bask in their presence because genius doesn’t tolerate basking. Genius demands action, and we don’t mind because it is genius. That’s Terri. I’m just thankful to be around her even if I can’t actually learn to do what she does. And if you want to be around that genius, I suggest you get a copy of her debut novel, Foreseen, and you’ll see what I’m talking about. I just hope you’re willing to give up a couple of nights of sleep, because that’s what you’ll be doing until you finish this book.

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Annexed by Nazis! (or, how to enslave a nation)

Nazi troops welcomed into Austria as friends. Big mistake.

I got an email from my dad today. I always read my dad’s emails because… he’s my dad and he’s a war hero and he sends me cool stuff. This one was particularly interesting. It was written by a woman who lived in Austria in 1938 when their nation was annexed by Nazi Germany.

Always suspicious of email, even when favorable, I checked this person out. Her name is Kitty Werthmann and she now lives in South Dakota and is president of the South Dakota Eagle Forum. I was going to email her and see if this write up was legit, but the only contact information supplied was a telephone number. So I called her.

First off, she’s 85 and she is awesome! Born and raised in Austria and watched the Nazi’s goose-step into town when she was eleven years old. She was eighteen when they left so she knows what she’s talking about. She confirmed that she had written the piece and gave me permission to reprint it here on my blog. We talked for a few minutes and I asked why she didn’t have email. She said that after she wrote what you are about to read below, she started getting death threats, so her children asked her to get rid of her public email account. Death threats. Now who would be offended enough by this to send death threats to a sweet little old lady?

America truly is the Greatest Country in the World.

By: Kitty Werthmann

What I am about to tell you is something you’ve probably never heard or will ever read in history books.I believe that I am an eyewitness to history. I cannot tell you that Hitler took Austria by tanks and guns; it would distort history. We elected him by a landslide – 98% of the vote. I’ve never read that in any American publications. Everyone thinks that Hitler just rolled in with his tanks and took Austria by force.

In 1938, Austria was in deep Depression. Nearly one-third of our workforce was unemployed. We had 25% inflation and 25% bank loan interest rates.Farmers and business people were declaring bankruptcy daily. Young people were going from house to house begging for food. Not that they didn’t want to work; there simply weren’t any jobs. My mother was a Christian woman and believed in helping people in need. Every day we cooked a big kettle of soup and baked bread to feed those poor, hungry people – about 30 daily.

The Communist Party and the National Socialist Party were fighting each other. Blocks and blocks of cities like Vienna , Linz , and Graz were destroyed. The people became desperate and petitioned the government to let them decide what kind of government they wanted.

We looked to our neighbor on the north, Germany , where Hitler had been in power since 1933. We had been told that they didn’t have unemployment or crime, and they had a high standard of living. Nothing was ever said about persecution of any group — Jewish or otherwise. We were led to believe that everyone was happy. We wanted the same way of life in Austria . We were promised that a vote for Hitler would mean the end of unemployment and help for the family. Hitler also said that businesses would be assisted, and farmers would get their farms back. Ninety-eight percent of the population voted to annex Austria to Germany and have Hitler for our ruler.

We were overjoyed, and, for three days, we danced in the streets and had candlelight parades. The new government opened up big field kitchens and everyone was fed.

After the election, German officials were appointed, and like a miracle, we suddenly had law and order. Three or four weeks later, everyone was employed. The government made sure that a lot of work was created through the Public Work Service.

Hitler decided we should have equal rights for women. Before this, it was a custom that married Austrian women did not work outside the home. An able-bodied husband would be looked down on if he couldn’t support his family. Many women in the teaching profession were elated that they could retain the jobs they previously had been required to give up for marriage.

Hitler Targets Education – Eliminates Religious Instruction for Children:

Our education was nationalized. I attended a very good public school. The population was predominantly Catholic, so we had religion in our schools. The day we elected Hitler (March 13, 1938), I walked into my schoolroom to find the crucifix replaced by Hitler’s picture hanging next to a Nazi flag. Our teacher, a very devout woman, stood up and told the class we wouldn’t pray or have religion anymore. Instead, we sang “Deutschland, Deutschland, Uber Alles,” and had physical education.

Sunday became National Youth Day with compulsory attendance. Parents were not pleased about the sudden change in curriculum. They were told that if they did not send us, they would receive a stiff letter of warning the first time. The second time they would be fined the equivalent of $300, and the third time they would be subject to jail. The first two hours consisted of political indoctrination. The rest of the day we had sports. As time went along, we loved it. Oh, we had so much fun and got our sports equipment free. We would go home and gleefully tell our parents about the wonderful time we had.

My mother was very unhappy. When the next term started, she took me out of public school and put me in a convent. I told her she couldn’t do that and she told me that someday when I grew up, I would be grateful. There was a very good curriculum, but hardly any fun – no sports, and no political indoctrination. I hated it at first, but felt I could tolerate it. Every once in a while on holidays, I went home. I would go back to my old friends and ask what was going on and what they were doing. Their loose lifestyle was very alarming to me. They lived without religion. By that time, unwed mothers were glorified for having a baby for Hitler. It seemed strange to me that our society changed so suddenly. As time went along, I realized what a great deed my mother did so that I wasn’t exposed to that kind of humanistic philosophy.

Equal Rights Hits Home:

In 1939, the war started and a food bank was established. All food was rationed and could only be purchased using food stamps. At the same time, a full-employment law was passed which meant, if you didn’t work, you didn’t get a ration card, and if you didn’t have a card, you starved to death. Women who stayed home to raise their families didn’t have any marketable skills and often had to take jobs more suited for men.

Soon after this, the draft was implemented. It was compulsory for young people, male and female, to give one year to the labor corps. During the day, the girls worked on the farms, and at night they returned to their barracks for military training just like the boys. They were trained to be anti-aircraft gunners and participated in the signal corps. After the labor corps, they were not discharged but were used in the front lines. When I go back to Austria to visit my family and friends, most of these women are emotional cripples because they just were not equipped to handle the horrors of combat. Three months before I turned 18, I was severely injured in an air raid attack. I nearly had a leg amputated, so I was spared having to go into the labor corps and into military service.

Hitler Restructured the Family Through Daycare:

When the mothers had to go out into the work force, the government immediately established child care centers. You could take your children ages 4 weeks to school age and leave them there around-the-clock, 7 days a week, under the total care of the government. The state raised a whole generation of children. There were no motherly women to take care of the children, just people highly trained in child psychology. By this time, no one talked about equal rights. We knew we had been had.

Health Care and Small Business Suffer Under Government Controls:

Before Hitler, we had very good medical care. Many American doctors trained at the University of Vienna . After Hitler, health care was socialized, free for everyone. Doctors were salaried by the government. The problem was, since it was free, the people were going to the doctors for everything. When the good doctor arrived at his office at 8 a.m., 40 people were already waiting and at the same time, the hospitals were full. If you needed elective surgery, you had to wait a year or two for your turn. There was no money for research as it was poured into socialized medicine. Research at the medical schools literally stopped, so the best doctors left Austria and emigrated to other countries.

As for healthcare, our tax rates went up to 80% of our income. Newlyweds immediately received a $1,000 loan from the government to establish a household. We had big programs for families. All day care and education were free. High schools were taken over by the government and college tuition was subsidized. Everyone was entitled to free handouts, such as food stamps, clothing, and housing.

We had another agency designed to monitor business. My brother-in-law owned a restaurant that had square tables. Government officials told him he had to replace them with round tables because people might bump themselves on the corners. Then they said he had to have additional bathroom facilities. It was just a small dairy business with a snack bar. He couldn’t meet all the demands. Soon, he went out of business. If the government owned the large businesses and not many small ones existed, it could be in control.

We had consumer protection. We were told how to shop and what to buy. Free enterprise was essentially abolished. We had a planning agency specially designed for farmers. The agents would go to the farms, count the livestock, then tell the farmers what to produce, and how to produce it.

“Mercy Killing” Redefined:

In 1944, I was a student teacher in a small village in the Alps . The villagers were surrounded by mountain passes which, in the winter, were closed off with snow, causing people to be isolated. So people intermarried and offspring were sometimes retarded. When I arrived, I was told there were 15 mentally retarded adults, but they were all useful and did good manual work. I knew one, named Vincent, very well. He was a janitor of the school. One day, I looked out the window and saw Vincent and others getting into a van. I asked my superior where they were going. She said to an institution where the State Health Department would teach them a trade, and to read and write. The families were required to sign papers with a little clause that they could not visit for 6 months. They were told visits would interfere with the program and might cause homesickness.

As time passed, letters started to dribble back saying these people died a natural, merciful death. The villagers were not fooled. We suspected what was happening. Those people left in excellent physical health and all died within 6 months. We called this euthanasia.

The Final Steps – Gun Laws:

Next came gun registration. People were getting injured by guns. Hitler said that the real way to catch criminals (we still had a few) was by matching serial numbers on guns. Most citizens were law-abiding and dutifully marched to the police station to register their firearms. Not long afterwards, the police said that it was best for everyone to turn in their guns. The authorities already knew who had them, so it was futile not to comply voluntarily.

No more freedom of speech. Anyone who said something against the government was taken away. We knew many people who were arrested, not only Jews, but also priests and ministers who spoke up.

Totalitarianism didn’t come quickly, it took 5 years from 1938 until 1943, to realize full dictatorship in Austria. Had it happened overnight, my countrymen would have fought to the last breath. Instead, we had creeping gradualism. Now, our only weapons were broom handles. The whole idea sounds almost unbelievable that the state, little by little, eroded our freedom.

After World War II, Russian troops occupied Austria. Women were raped, pre-teen to elderly. The press never wrote about this either. When the Soviets left in 1955, they took everything that they could, dismantling whole factories in the process. They sawed down whole orchards of fruit and what they couldn’t destroy, they burned. We called it The Burned Earth. Most of the population barricaded themselves in their houses. Women hid in their cellars for 6 weeks as the troops mobilized. Those who couldn’t, paid the price. There is a monument in Vienna today, dedicated to those women who were massacred by the Russians. This is an eye witness account.

It’s true…those of us who sailed past the Statue of Liberty came to a country of unbelievable freedom and opportunity. America Truly is the Greatest Country in the World. Don’t Let Freedom Slip Away!

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NASA Legend, Ed Buckbee, and Education In the 21st Century

Ed Buckbee, founder of U.S. Space and Rocket Center and Space Camp.

One of the cool things about living in Huntsville, Alabama is that you never know who you will run into. My friend and colleague Ron Phillips, owner of Digital Radiance, lived next door to Konrad Dannenberg, one of Dr. Werner von Braun’s original rocket scientists, until Konrad passed away in 2009. I would occasionally see and speak to Konrad when visiting my friend. Used to be a lot of old German rocket scientists around this town though sadly, most of them are gone now.

This morning I had the immense pleasure of meeting and talking with Mr. Ed Buckbee who founded Space Camp and had the privilege of working with Dr. von Braun and the Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo astronauts. What a fascinating career he has had. He was an original member of NASA when it was formed by President Eisenhower in 1958 and told me something I didn’t know about that. The original NASA people were mostly either former military or had resigned their commissions to enter NASA. Thousands of them, including Ed. So think of it: thousands of people who knew how to cut through red tape and get things done. No wonder we got to the moon so fast. But they are mostly long retired now. No wonder we haven’t been back.

Another big difference between NASA then and now is funding. Ed spoke glowingly of President Kennedy and his leadership of the space program. He said that von Braun told him once that if Kennedy hadn’t died, we’d have been on Mars (corrected from ‘moon’ 7/5/12) by 1985. The statement he used about the Apollo program was: “The money just kept coming.” He went on to express sympathy for the engineers and scientists these days with constant budget cuts and total reorientation ever time a new president enters office. “I don’t see how anybody gets anything done these days,” was the phrase he used. I replied that, that is exactly why nobody gets anything done these days and that the Army side is just as bad.

Dr. Werner von Braun, developer of the V2 and the Saturn V.

Ed went on to talk more about his time at NASA and then about how Dr. von Braun had personally asked him to put together the world’s first space museum, which, in 1965, became the U.S. Space and Rocket Center. It was fascinating listening to his detailed accounts of how Dr. von Braun had consulted Roy Disney for advice on presenting to the public, after all, in the 60′s who was better at it than Disney? But the idea for Space Camp, which came a bit later, sprung from an evening in the Museum with Mr. Buckbee, his children, and some of his kid’s friends. They just ‘camped-out’ up there for fun one night in the early ’70s and he said the idea was obvious. Space Camp opened a few years later and has hosted over half a million since then.

That led to the meat of why Ed had come to visit us this morning – a shared interest in education. Like Mr. Buckbee, Digital Radiance is passionate about education. Providing educational opportunities for those who don’t have strong support at home is our core mission. Now we also make video games, do guidance systems for satellites, and other non-educational work, but what we love to do is show teenagers that the stuff they are leaning school matters. Especially if we can show them in a way that is entertaining and hides the fact that they are learning.

Welcome to education in the 21st Century. We’re not there yet, but companies like Digital Radiance (where I work) and people like Ed Buckbee are going to revolutionize the way we learn. With all the changes in the industrialized world, and kids using computers from a very early age, why are we still educating groups on an instructional model developed in Ancient Greece? Static, printed books that quickly become obsolete. Sitting quietly, unmoving, for long hours. The lecture. We’ve come to view these things as ‘education’ but they are not. They are impediments to learning. At one time they were necessary evils because there was no other way to educate large groups of people, but this is no longer true.These are the things that kids hate about education and only personality types that don’t mind such behavioral restrictions can be successful. What a waste of those children who learn by doing!

Amazingly, the biggest impediment to developing such systems of education are the teachers themselves and the unions that represent them. It may be called the National Education Association but the name should be the National Teacher’s Union. The NEA doesn’t represent students, they cannot become members, nor is it structured to look out for their needs. It represents teachers, and teachers, like everyone else, fear change. But if there is anything that progress has taught us, it is that you can’t stand in its way. History is littered with the bodies of those who tried.

We can do better than this. We must do better than this.

Interactive, self-adaptive education is the wave of the future. In fact, Huntsville City Schools in Huntsville, Alabama, led by the visionary Dr. Casey Wardynski, is getting rid of their textbooks next year. That’s right – no textbooks. Kindergarten through 12th grade will be using tablets and laptops. And they are going to need new, interactive content. Ed Buckbee has spent a lifetime campaigning for interactive, hands-on educational experiences. Even back in the 60′s he knew that hands-on, interactive learning is a wonderful compliment to more traditional methods. His legacy is The U.S. Space and Rocket Center and Space Camp. What a legacy! He, along with other great visionaries, changed the world. It is the same thing I hope to do with my writing, and what Ron and I hope to achieve at Digital Radiance- bringing a completely new way of learning to the world. The technology is ready. The kids are ready. What is stopping us?

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