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Revolutionary Ulrike Meinhof Sister of Che fallen

| May 9th, 2017 by Doemela | Comments Off on Revolutionary Ulrike Meinhof Sister of Che fallen

“How can stupidity invade intelligence?” asked Ulrike Meinhof of post-war West Germany’s increasingly capitalistic policies of betrayal. Since her death on 9th May 1976 at the age of forty-one, we’ve been asking that very question of her own dilemmatic life and exodus from her leftist (but nevertheless bourgeois) existence to become West Germany’s Most Wanted female terrorist, her name condemned to everlasting infamy as one-half of the media-dubbed “Baader-Meinhof Gang”. While gun-toting lady guerillas are a rare enough breed to warrant curiosity and scrutiny, we don’t question or judge the motives of Meinhof’s Red Army Faction sister, Gudrun Ennslin – or Leila Khaled – with anything like the same damnation. What singularities Meinhof is her social background and her choices. This formidably intelligent woman deserted her comfortable life, successful career, compatibly-thinking husband and young twin daughters in favour of guerilla warfare training in Jordan, bank robberies, bomb attacks, kidnappings and targeted murders. Meinhof was captured on June 14th 1972 and, in 1974, sentenced to eight years in prison. In 1975 she was additionally charged, alongside Andreas Baader and Gudrun Ensslin, with four murders and fifty-four attempts to murder. It was during the long trial that she became withdrawn, divided and ever more alienated from her co-defendants and, on the morning of 9th May 1976, she was found hanged in her cell. The official verdict was suicide, though her comrades and conspiracy theorists insisted she was executed.

Ulrike Meinhof was already radically politicised before her line-crossing moment of destiny on 14th May 1968 when the audacious plan to break out the incarcerated Baader went wrong. In a nanosecond, Meinhof was no longer a mere conspirator but an accomplice to attempted murder, and there was no going back. From 1960-68, she had been a hugely influential journalist of minor celebrity for the left-wing publication konkret. But as the decade came to a close and it became ever clearer to the genuinely committed that the times were not a-changing, her writings became increasingly desperate and intolerant. She was no doubt spellbound by the rock’n’roll Andreas and Gudrun, and Baader’s quasi-religious rhetoric guilted and goaded her into a ‘are you going to be part of the problem or part of the solution’ response.

With a hindsight that can only be informed by how horribly wrong it went for Meinhof and the Red Army Faction, it is all too easy to dismiss them as deranged and deluded for ever believing they could create a stir that would inspire the masses to join in and overthrow West Germany’s capitalist system. But do we lump them in with Charles Manson, or Che Guevara? Depending on which side of the fence you’re on, it can be an ambiguously fine line between activist/freedom fighter/revolutionary vs. terrorist/murderer/maniac. But in casting our judgment, we must also consider the motives of Meinhof and her fellow guerillas – though from the comparative apathy of the early 21st century, it would be nearly impossible to imagine how desperate the 1960s radicals must have felt as they helplessly watched their dream slipping away; and harder still to imagine the burden of guilt, need for atonement and fear of inaction that Germany’s Children of Hitler would have carried.

Ulrike Meinhof remains an enigma – a “historical riddle”, as Nobel Prize winner Elfriede Jelinek describes her in the introduction to a compendium of Meinhof’s konkret writings, Everybody Talks About the Weather…We Don’t – the powerful title being one of Meinhof’s own quotes. Red Army Faction historian Stefan Aust believes she “suffered under the injustice of this world,” and perhaps that hints at the only satisfactory answer to this ‘historical riddle’. For Ulrike Meinhof, there was no other choice. As JFK said, “Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.”

If one sets a car on fire, that is a criminal offense; if one sets hundreds of cars on fire, that is political action.Ulrike Meinhof

                                  The echo of some voices does not diminish over time, 
                       some voices hang like a disturbing cry on the ceiling of the world; Like Ulrike's voice.
       Resisting to be a pop icon, the history that excludes the meaning under the name of massification 
                                                        of all revolutionary symbols can not touch it at all, 
                       because the heavy soul Sister Ulrike is a thorn in the white conformists who play revolutionary, 
                                  you can not soften this voice. Ulrike reminds us of an abyss, 
                     an abandonment of no return, an explosion of change, a stunning gesture that can grasp us, 
               the scorn of any compromise, 
                            the scare that resembles us to the world and what we measure when we gauge it 
                                       We can understand what it is like to be a knife. Ulrike will not stop!

             It comes to many revolutionaries, the independent the system after them, 
  the marginal sides of them get closer to the system, the posters everywhere, 
                          the masses become lost lovers and the revolutionaries who think this is prevalence 
              giving fuel to soften these symbols. An operation that is tried to be applied to all margins of this date, 
                  the best way to destroy something is to make it an object that is loved by all. 
                                                 The disturbing parts of their conversation are ignored, 
                     some kind of pastime affinity is glued, 
         reduced by duplication, because there is something in every inflation that raises the meaning.

              Ulrike does not sit here, it scatters framed frames, scares the sovereigns. 
                       Democracy can not bring you side by side with the game of nations and saccharide. 
          Ulrike turns you into a lie if you do not understand the explosion of the moment, 
   suddenly it shows you that your resistance is only a style.

                                Until the end of the bargaining, bloody history of negotiations, 
                   until the legitimacy of a dirty system is perceived as a crime, 
                      until you realize that reconciliation is as dirty as those who hurt us, this damn world will not shut down 
                                       until it is rebuilt. 
                    Resist a terminology which seems to now be molested like a Molotov, 
                 harassed and stuck into a myopic vision sometimes referred to as terrorism.
                                 Sister Ulrike was like a Molotov in this world.

                                                                                         Sister Ulrike will not be silent! ~Autonomen

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