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304 pages, Paperback
First published June 20, 2005
"We fought the last war [WWI] for democracy, for freedom, for an ideal."
There were a number of looks exchanged around the table. The responses were polite chuckles and a few groans.
Konrad, who was clearly pope and chief apostle of the Doctrine of Cynicism, corrected her. "We fought the last war because the Germans sank our ships and because we insisted on freedom of the seas. We fought the last war to protect our investments. This gag about making the world safe for democracy is propaganda that American politicians use to draw in the hillbillies who could care less about freedom of the seas or investment. Like the Crusaders, those guys dying in the trenches needed some moral reason to leave home and die. And their mothers needed some noble cause to help ease the pain when the telegram came from the War Department."
"That is the ugliest thing I have ever heard," Josie proclaimed rather self-righteously. "Young men are not sent to die for other people's money! Everything we believe in, everything that is true and decent and honorable -- that's why we were in the last war and why we must come into this one as well!"
But Konrad was sure of himself. He continued as if she had not uttered a word. "The democracy thing is a terrible ruse, full of holes. You really think America can deliver God and democracy to the rest of the world? The rest of the world doesn't really want either unless there is some economic benefit. They want their Hitler and their Mussolini and their Stalin and their Franco. As long as the trains run on time and there's a chicken in every pot, then people can take ideals, moral righteousness, and God -- or leave them."
This had clearly disintegrated from friendly discussion to outrage for Josie Marlow. She glared back at Konrad. "You're dead wrong. I was there, you know. I saw the faces of the Polish people. Watched them at the barricades. Heard their prayers. Prayed with them for deliverance."
"And were their prayers answered?" Konrad smiled smugly.
"Not yet. But it isn't over, is it? God will answer for the right. The Allies have gone to war over Poland."
"Leave God out of this for a minute. Poor God gets tangled up in the middle of all sorts of quarrels, blamed for everything. Now ask yourself. Do you think anyone cares about Poland, Josephine? This is not about Poland. It's about those idiots, Chamberlain and Daladier, finally drawing a line in the sand so that the entire economic wealth of Europe does not end up in the hands of Hitler."
"And the people? What about them?"
"The Jews, you mean." Konrad laughed. "As if anybody cared about the Jews of Europe. I mean cared enough to do more than just talk, talk, talk about them. Poor Jews. Not even the Poles like their Jews. England shut down immigration into Palestine. The Brits are still tossing illegal Jewish immigrants into concentration camps, both in the Middle East and here in England. Go down to Kent and have a look for your self, if you don't believe me. They're behind wire down there -- refugees from Nazi Europe. And good old America has closed the floodgates, slam-bang! All Roosevelt cares about is getting elected to a third term. America will get into this thing as soon as our economic interest is seriously threatened, not until. And certainly not for the sake of the downtrodden. There is no God but Mammon in America. That is wheat the slogan means on our bills: In Money We Trust; For Money We Fight; For Money We Bury Our Sons. If God is interested at all, I don't believe human motives fit anywhere into His agenda."
So there it was. Konrad won the bout with a knockout. Josephine, who thought she had all the answers, backed into her corner. She listened politely to the rest of the conversation, which covered everything from the rifling of American mail by the British authorities to the lousy media censors.
Was Konrad right?
She was shaken by the logic of his arguments. She felt the whispers at her back as she left the Savoy. She saw the nudges and the winks and was embarrassed by her idealism. Was she foolish to hope that somewhere in the horror of war God still existed, still reached out, still changed the course of human events for the sake of righteousness and the value of human life?