Ob Spieler beim Fußballspiel für Allah niederknien oder Jesus preisen, ist allein ihre Sache. Man kann es gutheißen, man kann es ablehnen. Was diese Debatte aber offenbart, ist die Doppelmoral, mit der das Thema verhandelt wird: Bei muslimischen Spielern wird Kritik im Handumdrehen als rassistisch und islamfeindlich abgetan – allen voran in der taz. Bei christlichen Spielern dagegen gilt dieselbe Kritik plötzlich als notwendig und legitim. Warum?
@FreddyLA7@NASA@AstroAnnimal At this rate Freddy will be addressing a joint session of Congress by next Wednesday, followed by a full tour of Area 51. Dude’s on an all-time heater.
Voyager 1 is 24 billion kilometers from Earth.
It communicates with us using a 23-watt transmitter.
Less than a refrigerator light bulb.
The signal takes 22 hours to reach us, traveling at the speed of light.
By the time it arrives, it's 20 billion times weaker than the power of a digital watch battery.
NASA's Deep Space Network picks it up using 70-meter dish antennas cooled to near absolute zero to reduce electronic noise.
The engineering required to hear a 23-watt signal from 24 billion km away is arguably more impressive than the spacecraft itself.
Launched 1977.
Still transmitting.
Still being heard.
We built something that works perfectly, 47 years later, in conditions no one has ever tested in.
That's what engineering for the long term looks like.
Gertrud Luckner sat on a train from Freiburg to Berlin.
March 24, 1943. She was 42. Small. Hunchbacked. Half-deaf.
In her bag was 5,000 Marks. Cash. Headed for the last Jews still alive in Berlin.
She never made it.
The Gestapo boarded the train. Walked to her seat. They'd been watching her for months.
"Catholic activist. Fanatical opponent of National Socialism."
Nine weeks of interrogation. She gave them nothing.
So they sent her to Ravensbrück.
The women's concentration camp. Nineteen months of hell.
She survived. Most didn't.
Here's how she got there.
1900. Liverpool, England. A baby born to German parents living in the city. Birth name: Jane Hartman.
Her parents died young. At 7 she was sent to a German foster family who renamed her Gertrud Luckner.
She grew up in Germany. Went back to England in the 1920s for university. Birmingham. The Quaker college of Woodbrooke.
In 1927 she heard an Italian Catholic priest speak. Father Luigi Sturzo. Anti-fascist. Exiled by Mussolini.
She converted to Catholicism.
Back to Germany. PhD from Freiburg in 1938.
She believed in helping people. One at a time. That was her whole philosophy.
1933. The Nazis came to power. Gertrud was 32. Living in Freiburg, a few miles from the Swiss border.
She joined Caritas. The Catholic charity. They let her work freelance helping Jews.
Most Germans looked away.
She didn't.
Every week she collected foreign newspapers thrown out by the university library. Read what the German press wouldn't print.
She was among the first Germans to understand. The Nazis weren't just persecuting Jews. They were going to kill them all.
November 9, 1938. Kristallnacht. Across Germany, Nazis burned synagogues and dragged Jewish families from their homes.
The next morning, Gertrud got on her bicycle.
She rode around Freiburg visiting her Jewish neighbors. Said she was sorry. Asked what they needed.
Nazi thugs sometimes attacked her on the street. She weighed less than 100 pounds. They beat her up.
She kept going.
1939. War broke out.
With protection from Freiburg's Archbishop, she opened an Office for Religious War Relief inside the Catholic Church.
On paper it helped persecuted Christians.
In reality it helped Jews.
She smuggled Jews across the Swiss border. Procured Swiss visas. Forged passports. Set up safe houses.
She organized Catholic women to do food shopping for Jewish families. Because under Nazi law, Jews could only shop between 4 and 6 in the afternoon. Most of the food was gone by then.
She built a national underground through Caritas cells.
Hundreds of Jews escaped to Switzerland because of her network.
For thousands more, she sent food, clothing, money. To Jews deported to Poland. To Jews dying in the ghettos. To Jews in the camps.
When her packages came back unopened, she knew the recipients had been killed.
She kept sending them anyway.
She worked with Rabbi Leo Baeck, head of the Reich Union of Jews. With Catholic priests doing the same work. Bernhard Lichtenberg, who died on the way to Dachau in 1943. Alfred Delp, hanged in 1945.
Gertrud kept working.
By 1943, the Gestapo had her under constant surveillance.
March 24. The train to Berlin. The 5,000 Marks.
The end of the line.
The head of the Reich Security Office personally signed her commitment papers. Ernst Kaltenbrunner. A future Nuremberg defendant.
He wrote that if released, she'd just go back to helping Jews.
He was right.
So they sent her to Ravensbrück.
She arrived in November 1943. The camp held far more than the 7,000 women it was built for.
Gertrud was tiny. Hunchbacked. Half-deaf. They could have killed her in a week.
She lived because of communists.
The political prisoners had networks. Communist women had been in the camps longest. They knew which work details kept you alive.
They put Gertrud on the right ones. Hid her when the gas chambers came calling.
In July 1944, they kept her off a death transport to Bergen-Belsen.
She would have been gassed there.
She nearly died anyway. Severe intestinal influenza. She lay for days in a barrack of dying women. Lice. Filth. Corpses beside her.
She survived.
While dying, she smuggled food and a nightgown to her Jewish friend Gertrud Meyer, also a prisoner.
Meyer survived too.
May 3, 1945. The Red Army liberated Ravensbrück.
Gertrud weighed almost nothing. She was alive.
She went back to Freiburg. Back to Caritas. Back to social work.
She spent the rest of her life on one thing. Building friendship between Christians and Jews. Repairing what her countrymen had destroyed.
1948. She founded a journal. Freiburger Rundbrief. Still published today.
1949. She visited Israel. The first German citizen officially invited after the war. Rabbi Leo Baeck himself invited her.
1950. Yad Vashem named her Righteous Among the Nations.
August 31, 1995. Freiburg. Age 94.
Here's what makes this story matter.
Gertrud Luckner was nobody. A foster child from Liverpool. A hunchbacked welfare worker. Half-deaf. Under 100 pounds.
She had no power. No army. No money of her own.
What she had was a bicycle. A briefcase. A telephone. And a refusal to look away.
Most Germans claimed afterward that they didn't know.
She knew. By 1933. By 1938 she was sure. By 1942 she was reading death camp numbers in foreign papers nobody else bothered to find.
When asked after the war why she did it, she always gave the same answer.
"But that was obvious. That was obvious to me."
She helped hundreds of Jews escape. Sent food to thousands more. Forged documents. Built a network. Spent 19 months in a death camp.
And then spent 50 years teaching Germany how to make peace with the Jews it had tried to exterminate.
Her crime? Looking at the people her country was murdering and refusing to look away.
Her legacy? Hundreds of Jews who lived. A Catholic-Jewish dialogue that reshaped the Church.
Proof that "I didn't know" was always a lie.
She bicycled past Kristallnacht. She walked into the Gestapo trap with 5,000 Marks. She survived Ravensbrück.
And history remembered her name for about a week.
POV nach zwei Tagen Tropical Islands: Das Publikum ist diverser als alles, was Kreuzberg, Neukölln und Prenzlauer Berg manchmal angestrengt versuchen zu sein. Und keinen juckt’s.
Die Mitte zerfleischt sich. Nach dem Gelächter einiger Arbeitgeber über #Bas hatte @bundeskanzler gesagt: „Ein Mitglied der Bundesregierung auf einem Arbeitgebertag auszubuhen oder zu pfeifen, wenn sie spricht, ist kein Umgangsstil, den ich für richtig halte.“ Was sagt Bas? #DGB
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When simulation becomes the norm, it weakens the human capacity for discernment. As a result, our social bonds close in upon themselves, forming self-referential circuits that no longer expose us to reality. We thus come to live within bubbles, impermeable to one another. Feeling threatened by anyone who is different, we grow unaccustomed to encounter and dialogue. In this way, polarization, conflict, fear and violence spread. What is at stake is not merely the risk of error, but a transformation in our very relationship with truth.
Diese Frage stellt sich genauso der Bundesregierung. Ein Regime, das foltert, Menschenrechte verletzt und massenhaft hinrichtet, sitzt künftig in einem UN-Gremium für Menschenrechte. Welche Glaubwürdigkeit haben unsere Menschenrechtspolitik und die UN überhaupt noch?
Die SPD-Kandidatin teilt laut einem Schreiben ihrer Anwälte, das dem @sternde vorliegt, mit, dass ab dem 13. April ihre Krankschreibung endet & sie dann in die Elternzeit startet. Die Kandidatur als Bürgermeisterin habe ihr bei der Genesung geholfen.
(Das alles ist echt.)