Newsgroup: it.politica.internazionale
Titolo: da nazi a comunista

Questa tizia e' passta dal collaborazionismo con i nazi allo
spionaggio pro URSS. Ed ovviamente:  “we sort of don’t like the Jews
anyway.”
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/12/books/review/book-review-in-the-garden-of-beasts-by-erik-larson.html
Sleeping With the Gestapo
By DOROTHY GALLAGHER
IN THE GARDEN OF BEASTS
Love, Terror, and an American Family in Hitler’s Berlin
By Erik Larson
Illustrated. 448 pp. Crown. $26
William E. Dodd was an academic historian, living a quiet life in
Chicago, when Franklin D. Roosevelt appointed him United States
ambassador to Germany. It was 1933, Hitler had recently been appointed
chancellor, the world was about to change.
Had Dodd gone to Berlin by himself, his reports of events, his diary
entries, his quarrels with the State Department, his conversations
with Roosevelt would be source material for specialists. But the
general reader is in luck on two counts: First, Dodd took his family
to Berlin, including his young, beautiful and sexually adventurous
daughter, Martha; second, the book that recounts this story, “In the
Garden of Beasts,” is by Erik Larson, the author of “The Devil in the
White City.” Larson has meticulously researched the Dodds’ intimate
witness to Hitler’s ascendancy and created an edifying narrative of
this historical byway that has all the pleasures of a political
thriller: innocents abroad, the gathering storm.
When the Dodds arrived in Germany in July 1933, storm troopers were
beating American tourists bloody on the streets. Jews (1 percent of
Germany’s population) were targets of brutal violence and ever
tightening social restrictions.
Martha Dodd found life in Berlin entirely charming. Many men courted
her and found her eagerly responsive. She was enthralled with the Nazi
movement: “I felt like a child, ebullient and careless, the
intoxication of the new regime working like wine in me,” she wrote in
her memoir. To a friend she said, “We sort of don’t like the Jews
anyway.”
In this last, at least, she echoed the general view at home. Public
opinion was isolationist; the country would scarcely open its doors to
German-Jewish refugees; the State Department was filled with anti-
Semites, inclined to let Hitler have his way. American Jewish leaders
were themselves divided on the best response to the crisis. As
Roosevelt had instructed Dodd, Germany’s treatment of Jews was
shameful, but it was not the business of the American government.
At first, Dodd was optimistic that Hitler’s regime would change. But
as the months passed, it became clear to him that a disaster was in
process, that Hitler was bound for a war to dominate Europe. Dodd
became a Cassandra: “What mistakes and blunders,” he wrote, “and no
democratic peoples do anything!”
In her love affairs, Martha was ecumenical and prodigal: Rudolph
Diels, for one, chief of the Gestapo; the writer Thomas Wolfe, when he
came to town; a French diplomat; a German flying ace; and most
important, Boris Winogradov, who was attached to the Soviet Embassy,
and with whom she fell in love. Martha, now disillusioned with the
Nazis, was recruited by the Soviet secret police.
After almost five years in Germany, Dodd came home exhausted and ill.
He continued to warn of the great danger ahead, but, as he wrote to
Roosevelt in 1939, after Hitler’s invasion of Poland, “Now it is too
late.” A few months later, he was dead.
Winogradov disappeared in Stalin’s purges, but Martha continued her
connection with Soviet intelligence. When she returned to the United
States, she became prominent in Communist causes but, apparently, was
no longer useful as a agent. Nevertheless, in 1953, when Martha and
her husband, Alfred Stern, were subpoenaed by the House Committee on
Un-American Activities, they fled to Mexico, and from there to Prague,
where Martha died in 1990 at the age of 82, disillusioned once again.
The story of prewar Germany, of the Jews, of book burnings, of the
Reichstag trial, of the Night of the Long Knives, of the Nuremberg
rally, of the unfolding disaster is old news. But Larson has connected
the dots to make a fresh picture of these terrible events.

 giravo con un amico ad angherizzare
ANGHERIZZARE? A SOMAROOOOOOOOOOO!

 spionaggio pro URSS
zana', con i nazi passati alla Cia ci si fa una scala lunga fino alla
LUna. Perchè ami così tanto non solo il farti del male, ma fartelo
sulla pubblica piazza?

 zana', con i nazi passati alla Cia
la scrutatrice bona non ti caca, ma non caca nemmeno tuo cugino. Ah,
che soddisfazioni.