Harry´s Blog

I could have lived my life in the States. I didn’t have to relearn German. I could have left my cultural background behind me and started in the States from scratch like a native born American. I didn’t have to return to the city of my birth, Vienna.

I’ve been fought down the line from day one, blocked me at every turn, here as well as anywhere I happened to make an inroad.

There are emigrés who enjoy all the benefits and reap all the rewards. They are invariably those who conform to the wishes of the powers-that-be and dutifully serve the propaganda.

I’ve always said that I wanted a smooth ride, but I couldn’t help rocking the boat. Rocking seems to be in my genes.     

I’ve had enough of it. I can’t take any more. I’d like to bow out, call it a day.

There are some obstacles. I promised my mother on her deathbed, 25 years ago, that I wouldn’t throw in the towel. And I’m the only one who has consistently exposed the cultural lie that is being propagated by the powers-that-be, Violence under the Guise of Art. If I’m no longer around, there’d be no one to call them to account. But even if I stick around, I don‘t have a chance to break through such powerful mendacity.

Do I think that I can prevail? The lie is the bulwark, not the truth.

I did not opt for life. If birth were a democratic process I would have passed on it. I’ve had enough. I’d like to opt out. Isn’t non-existence the smoothest ride? Why do I have to hang around? Out of a sense of duty? If I can’t have a smooth ride in this side, why ride on the other?