Yes, my mother was creative, even artistic…. as was Hitler, John Wayne Gacy, Charles Manson and Fernando Eros Caro. Fernando could lay down some paint, I mean to tell you, and Hitler wasn’t too bad himself. Hitler even wrote a beautiful poem about his mother but I assure you no amount of creativity can overshadow what he was and what he represents. In the same way, no amount of angelic sound or beautifully painted words can mask my mother’s black heart.
The Mother by Adolf Hitler
“When your mother has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks -Then lend her your arm in support,
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Must accompany her on her final walk.And if she asks you something,
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.And if she cannot understand you properly
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth asks for nothing more.”1923
Oh look, he had a moment of kindheartedness! Awww, how sweet! Well, lets just forget that he killed millions of people and mucked up a handful of nations in the process. Lets just read over his oh so kind words about his mother. My stomach turns at the thought of sitting with a book of Hitler’s poetry or having a book of his art on my coffee table. Most would agree that it no longer matters if he was good with a paint brush or if he could put a few words together. It simply no longer matters.
When in comes to predators it no longer matters who wrote what poem or painted what picture. Those images and words now stand to show they made a CHOICE to harm instead of a choice to pursue other avenues of expression. When I think of my mother’s poetry and her artwork I see them as a denial of what is right and pure. She had the ability to create beauty but chose not to. She chose to vanity, vulgarity and self indulgence. If you add this to her personality traits then what I said is still true, she’s a complex individual. She’s a complex individual who chose to focus on one part of herself and virtually abandon her good and pure parts.
I wonder how old I was when for the first time I realized I can’t trust my mother?
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