Work Shall Set You Free

http://english.aljazeera.net/news/europe/2009/12/2009121992456163487.html


The "Work Means Freedom," sign from above the Auschwitz Death Camp museum has been stolen. You can link the article from English Al Jazeera above. An investigation is being done into the theft.

In my mind, I am starting to put a lot of shit together. The connections between the eugenics movement ("War on the Weak" by Edwin Black), to what is happening to the Crow Creek Indians in South Dakota, connected to WWII through eugenics, connected to corporations and fascism, to how we work today, to the Gulag system in Russia, to the Spanish Civil War, to George Orwell, to the current wars and the greed and need for corporations to steal the remaining resources of the world for the few, etc.

"Work Means Freedom." "Work Shall Set You Free." Maybe a corporation stole it to help motivate their workers?

I am currently listening to a biography of "George Orwell" by Gordon Bowker. I have yet to read "1984," but have read "Animal Farm" in high school which I also have coming in from the library in book and CD form. All of these things are becoming connected in my mind and I am unable to put the words clearly to blog. Eugenics, George Orwell, Spanish Civil War, current work environments of myself and those I Love, Obama winning the Nobel Peace Prize, World War II, World War I, Vietnam, everything around me now and into the future, for a while anyway. I can't put it into words yet, what I am seeing in my head, but I will. Give me time. Maybe lots of words, maybe just one or two.

[side note: Listening to this biography of George Orwell, I see that he was a very strange fellow, and still rather amazing. He was very misogynist yet worked best with women. He was racist, hating Scots, yet lived among them and enjoyed their company. Goofy fella. But it made me remember a time at Aloha High School where I was taking an English Literature course taught by Dean Johnson who described the odd behaviors of, if I remember correctly, Edgar Allen Poe. Tim (last name forgotten) made mention that writers seemed like rather weird folk. Dean agreed. Tim then asked Dean if he was a writer. The whole class burst into laughter.]