1947: when now begins
By Elisabeth Åsbrink and Fiona Graham
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As the clock strikes the end of the war, the time begins to turn towards a new age — the one we call now.
This shift does not happen overnight, from one day to the next; instead, the world vibrates for a number of years. People try to find their way back to homes that are no longer there, or on to an uncertain future across the sea. Some run from their deeds, and most get away. Among the millions in flight across Europe looking for a new home in 1947 is Elisabeth Åsbrink’s father.
In 1947, production begins of the Kalashnikov, Christian Dior creates the New Look, Simone de Beauvoir writes The Second Sex, the first computer bug is discovered, the CIA is set up, a clockmaker’s son draws up the plan that remains the goal of jihadists to this day, and a UN Committee is given four months to find a solution to the problem of Palestine.
In 1947, Elisabeth Åsbrink chronicles the creation of the modern world, as the forces that will go on to govern all our lives during the next 70 years first make themselves known.
Elisabeth Åsbrink
Elisabeth Åsbrink is a journalist and author. Her parents were Hungarian and English, and she was born and raised in, and now lives in, Sweden. Her previous books have won the August Prize, the Danish-Swedish Cultural Fund Prize, and Poland's Kapuscinski Prize. 1947 (the first of her books to be published in English, by Scribe in 2017) won the prestigious Letterstedt Prize, was translated into 19 languages, and was published in the UK, Australia, the USA, Italy, France, Germany, Spain, Brazil, South Korea, Poland, Denmark, Finland, and Norway, among others. Her latest book is Made in Sweden.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I don’t remember how I learned about this book but I know I was drawn to it by the title. This may be an embarrassing revelation but 1947 is my birth year so how could I not be interested in this book? And it was absolutely fascinating.Translated from the Swedish, the narrative was somewhat choppy but I came to view that as purposeful to better describe exactly what was going on during that pivotal year, just a couple of years out from WWII. The author goes through the year month by month describing events that will come to be very important today. Europe is a disaster with little to eat and homes and factories destroyed. And yet people somehow march on and survive.In the March section she poses this:”The meeting between Per Engdahl and Johann von Leers is also a point in time from which threads stretch on into the future and at which other names appear, but the dreams are the same: a new Europe, a homogeneous section of a continent in the world. No social classes. No political parties. The individual subordinated to the collective. Authoritarian movements, with leaders who take clear-cut decisions, and in which no time is wasted on slow, unsatisfactory democratic processes. A uniform organism, harmoniously white. Europe a Nation, to quote the British Fascist leader, Oswald Mosley.”She makes a direct connection between these men, in 1947, and what is going on in Europe and even in the U.S. today. They are responsible for being the first to deny the Holocaust.She details the establishment of the state of Israel, and the difficulties that accompanied it including the blocking of ships with Holocaust survivors on board by both Britain and the U.S.The birth of the Muslim Brotherhood occurred in 1947.The Nuremberg Trials began in 1947.Simone de Beauvoir, Christian Dior, Thelonius Monk, Primo LeviThe Marshall Plan. And it’s consequences when the Soviet Union refuses to allow Eastern Europe the U.S. aid that would help their people survive.The birth of jihad under Hasan al-Banna.The Palestine ProblemGeorge Orwell was on an island with his young son in 1947 writing his most well- known book, [1984]. If that’s not prescient I don’t know what is.In August, Arnold Schoenberg composes A Survivor from Warsaw for a narrator, choir and orchestra.The role of the Vatican in helping to set up Nazi escape routes to Argentina to avoid trial was startling to me.The Kalishnakov rifle was invented by the Russian Mikhail Kalishnakov.I could go on about this connection between 1947 and the world we know now. It’s absolutely amazing. And fascinating to me.Very highly recommended.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This is an in-depth look at Europe and how various countries were left to totally rebuild, others left and helped to form Israel. Basically, the book leaves the reader with the reality of just how confusing the world was after WWII.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I learned more about post WWII years than I knew before. It was fascinating to follow the year month by month .
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A must-read for everyone. Lyrical prose, copious food for thought and scary parallels to today.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book is a chronological account of events in 1947, jumping around the globe month-by-month to trace what happened in the aftermath of World War II. Åsbrink never explicitly draws links between the events of 1947 and today, but throughout the whole book, you find yourself thinking, "Oh that's how that started." I read this just a few weeks after the fall of Benjamin Netanyahu and some of the worst fighting between Israelis and Palestinians in years, and those events are directly linked to 1947 and how the creation of Israel was handled (or mishandled). We're also currently seeing a dangerous rise in Fascism, and this book describes how fascist movements went underground and stayed alive in 1947. Åsbrink also talks about what happened to her own family in 1947, and how some of them miraculously survived the Holocaust. The book is briefly, intensely purposeful as she tries to make sense of how her family was impacted.Åsbrink does very little analysis, but the way she lays out the events makes recurring patterns obvious. In the partition of India, the creation of Israel, the war crimes trials, and the spread of fascism, the recurring theme is that the world was just too tired to come up with good solutions. The situations were so complex, the moral dilemmas so fraught, the responsibilities so unclear, and the world so exhausted from the war, that it was easier to just draw some borders and call it a day.The format of the book is both a strength and a weakness. It describes events chronologically, and jumps from place to place. Sometimes a time/place will get a few pages, and sometimes it's just a few sentences. That means the reader needs to keep track of a lot if different threads, and it could get confusing. On the other hand, it creates an interesting kaleidoscopic mood that helps to show how many complex problems were facing the world at once.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/51947 took me by surprise, because at first it seems like a sort of collage of history in the year 1947, but the further I read, the more personal the book became. Asbrink's linkage of events large and small with the fate of her family makes real events we tend to ignore or to view as sets of facts, dates incidents. Her consideration of the Nuremberg trials, Raphael Lemkin's efforts to outlaw genocide, merge with her own family's journey through the Nazi and post-war years. The Jewish diaspora, the creation of Israel, the expulsion of the Palestinians from their homes similarly come alive as the pain of both Jews and Palestinians, the weakness of political leaders and bureaucrats. Along the way, she manages to show without telling how the events of 1947 created the world of 2020.
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1947 - Elisabeth Åsbrink
Contents
About the Author
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Prologue
JANUARY
FEBRUARY
MARCH
APRIL
MAY
JUNE
DAYS AND DEATH
JULY
AUGUST
SEPTEMBER
OCTOBER
NOVEMBER
DECEMBER
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Bibliography
Unpublished Sources
Further Sources
Epigraph
1947
Elisabeth Åsbrink is a journalist and author from Sweden. Her previous books have won the August Prize, the Danish-Swedish Cultural Fund Prize, and Poland’s Kapuściński Award. 1947 is her fourth book in Swedish and the first of her works to be published in English. It will also be published across the world, including in Britain, Germany, Norway, Finland, Italy, Slovakia, Denmark, Poland, France, Spain, and the USA.
Fiona Graham has a degree in Modern Languages from Oxford University, and has lived in Kenya, Germany, the Netherlands, Luxembourg, Nicaragua, and Belgium. She translates from Spanish, French, Dutch, Swedish, and German, and is currently the reviews editor at the Swedish Book Review.
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In den Flüssen nördlich der Zukunft
werf ich das Netz aus, das du
zögernd beschwerst
mit von Steinen geschriebenen
Schatten.
In the rivers north of the future
I cast the net you
haltingly weight
with stone-written
shadows.
—Paul Celan
Translation after John Felstiner
The time is not quite what it ought to be.
On 1 January 1947, The Times informs the people of Great Britain that they cannot rely on their clocks. To be quite certain that the time is what it purports to be, they are to tune in to the BBC, which will broadcast extra bulletins in order to keep track of it.
Electric clocks are affected by the frequent power cuts. Mechanical ones also need overhauling. Maybe it’s the cold. Maybe things will improve.
The war has seen nearly 50,000 tonnes of bombs dropped on London by the Luftwaffe. More than 4.5 million buildings in Britain are damaged. Some towns have been all but wiped out, such as the Scottish port whose air raids even got a name of their own: the Clydebank Blitz.
All across Europe, there is damage. The Austrian city Wiener Neustadt once had 4000 buildings; now only 18 are intact. A third of the houses in Budapest are uninhabitable. In France, 460,000 buildings are in ruins. In the Soviet Union, 1700 small towns and villages have been demolished. In Germany, around 3.6 million apartments have been blitzed — a fifth of the country’s homes. Half the homes in Berlin itself are derelict. In Germany as a whole, over 18 million people are homeless. A further 10 million in Ukraine have no roof over their heads. All of them have to cope with having only limited access to water and a sporadic electricity supply.
Human rights are non-existent, and hardly anyone has heard of the crime of genocide. Those who survived have only just begun to count their dead. Many travel home, without finding it; others travel anywhere except back where they come from.
Europe’s countryside has been razed and plundered, and tracts of land are flooded by sabotaged dams. Fields, woodland, farmsteads — lives, food, livelihoods — lie under ash, covered in sludge.
Greece lost a third of its forests during the German occupation. Over a thousand villages there have been burned to the ground. In Yugoslavia, over half the country’s livestock have been slaughtered, and the plundering of grain, milk, and wool has left the economy in ruins. Not only did Hitler’s and Stalin’s armies wreak destruction as they advanced, but they were ordered to destroy everything in their path when they retreated. This scorched-earth tactic was intended to leave nothing behind for the enemy’s troops. In the words of Heinrich Himmler: ‘Not one person, no cattle, no quintal of grain, no railway track must remain behind … The enemy must find a country totally burned and destroyed.’
Now, after the war, everyone is on the look out for watches — stealing, hiding, mislaying, or losing them. The time remains indeterminate. When it’s eight in the evening in Berlin, it’s seven in Dresden, but nine in Bremen. Russian time prevails in the Russian zone, while the British impose summer time on their part of Germany. If someone asks what time the clock says, most will say it’s gone. The clock, that is — or do they mean time itself?
JANUARY
’Arab al-Zubayd
Hamdeh Jom’a is a strong-willed girl, but somewhere there is a limit. And it is getting closer.
When the man with the magic box comes to the village, he calls the children together. The little ones are to ask their mothers for grain, the older ones are to pilfer food, but everyone has to come to see the magic box, which — so the man claims — eats sugar and shits sweets. They laugh and pay him in bulgur wheat, lentils, and oats. He tells his tales and shows his pictures, which turn into stories when he puts a stick into the cardboard box and stirs.
Hamdeh is 16 and can’t get enough of the moving pictures’ magic. She filches bread from her mother to pay the man, takes handfuls of lentils from the stores. She thinks of her uncle, who owns a great many hens and five cockerels. During his afternoon nap, she sneaks in and steals some eggs — just so she can see the pictures moving again, hear about heroes and freedom fighters, feel the world expand. But as she leaves her uncle’s tent with the eggs, he awakes, catches the girl, and strikes her. The eggs are smashed, and that night Hamdeh, her apron soiled, sleeps in a cave to avoid his anger. But that blows over.
Every evening, when he has told his stories to an end, the man with the magic box concludes with the same words: ‘This is the darkness, this is the night.’
Washington
In the Oval Office at the White House, President Truman sits writing his diary. He wakes early on 6 January and fits in a few hours’ work before strolling down to the station to meet his family. A good 35-minute walk, he notes, glad to have his wife and children back home. The great white jail is a hellish place to be alone. The floors creak and crack at night. It takes little imagination for him to picture old James Buchanan wandering back and forth, full of anxiety over a world beyond his control. In fact, the unquiet spirits of many presidents traipse up and down the stairs, complaining about what they should have done better and what they failed to achieve. Some of his late predecessors are absent, Truman writes in the blue diary. They simply don’t have the time, being far too busy controlling heaven and governing hell. But the others, the poor, tormented presidents who were misrepresented in history, get no rest. The White House is a hellish place.
London
It is announced on 7 January that 500 women employed by London Transport have to vacate their posts. They’re being sent home. In the months to come, all London’s bus and tram conductresses will be dismissed — 10,000 of them altogether. The men are back.
Malmö
Movements at the border, trees like black lines in a white landscape; footsteps on frozen ground leave few traces. The world is full of fugitives eager to escape. Some borders are less tightly controlled than others, the roads narrow and winding, the locals occupied with their own affairs.
A border between Germany and Denmark; another between Denmark and Sweden; maritime boundaries; land borders; lines drawn on paper maps, but in reality marked by a stone, a fence, a thousand dry stalks of grass rustling in the passing wind.
Many are fleeing from their experiences, others from the consequences of their acts. Silence. Secrecy. Coded messages, and never more than one night in the same place. Men stream out of Germany into Denmark and continue their journey towards Sweden. Helping hands provide them with food and a bed for the night along the way.
Per Engdahl wants his passport back. Denied it, he finds himself confined to his own country, which he wants both to preserve and to expand until the borders give way. This is a contradictory vision which he will work tirelessly to realise. The Swedish Security Service classes him as a Nazi, and after a visit to Vidkun Quisling in wartime Norway, and a subsequent journey to Finland on which he met some of the Wehrmacht’s top brass, his passport has been confiscated. Although Engdahl makes several attempts to recover it, this takes a while — so he has others come to him, to Malmö. He has loyal collaborators who travel and organise things on his behalf. Barely any documents remain, and only a few names are mentioned in the papers that survive him.
Only through detours, unravelling threads of facts, seeking out and piecing together the events of the months that form 1947, can information be found about a time when everything seemed possible, as it had already happened.
They come from all corners of Europe. Most have fought in SS divisions on the Eastern Front, and many Balts are at risk of extradition to the Soviet Union. All of them need help to evade the consequences of their wartime actions, and the man without a passport welcomes them.
Though Per Engdahl is the leader of Sweden’s Fascists, he wants to keep the white flow of fugitives seeking his aid outside the movement, discreetly concealed and coded. Thus his own home — 2, Mäster Henriksgatan, Malmö — becomes the centre of operations. The fugitives’ reception takes on a literary character; the Fascist, who also writes poetry, uses book titles as code words for ‘refugee’, ‘hiding place’, and ‘movement’ — all to keep the Swedish police unaware.
How many come? No one is sure. Who are they? No one knows. However, among the thousands of men on the run, one or two become more than just a name — maybe even a friend. One such is Professor Johann von Leers, the right-hand man and protégé of Propaganda Minister Goebbels, and one of the most influential ideologues behind the Nazis’ hate propaganda. An iron-willed, committed Jew-hater, belonging to the Nazi leadership. Von Leers was captured by US troops and interned in Darmstadt, but fled after 18 months. After that, he left only diffuse and contradictory traces. He managed to disappear altogether for several years, making a definite reappearance in 1950, in Buenos Aires. Some claim he went underground in northern Germany for several years; others say he lived incognito in Italy.
What we do know is that in late 1946 he travels to the old merchant city of Flensburg, not far from the Danish border. He is met there by a Danish SS volunteer, Vagner Kristensen, who guides him to Padborg in Denmark, a distance of just under 10 km.
‘We took the refugees along a path, across a marsh, and over the border.’
The young Kristensen takes a liking to Johann von Leers — they will stay in touch — and escorts his new friend further across Denmark to Copenhagen, where others take over, arranging a boat over the Öresund strait.
‘They were obliged to come to me when I couldn’t travel,’ Engdahl would later reminisce with a certain pride, though he carefully avoided letting slip a single name.
Engdahl and his friends manage to find jobs for a thousand or so Nazi fugitives. Kockums shipbuilders and Addo, the calculator manufacturer, are happy to take them on, provided that Engdahl avoids mentioning it in his magazine, Vägen Framåt. All of them know the score: action is fine, but in obscurity, away from the light.
Per Engdahl: poet, journalist, Fascist leader. The Swedish police regard him as the real founder of Swedish Nazism.
‘Even before the war he was known as the Swedish Nazi with the best connections in international Nazism. He was persona grata in Berlin and Rome … By the end of 1945, Engdahl had already contacted the remaining Nazi and Fascist cells outside Sweden’, writes the central police authority, the State Police, in a summary from the early 1950s.
Rome
Just a few days before 1946 gives way to 1947, five men gather on the Viale Regina Elena in Rome: a journalist, an archaeologist, an auditor, a trade-union leader, and a man claiming to be Benito Mussolini’s illegitimate son. Together, they found the Movimento Sociale Italiano, a movement based on the same ideas and ideals as Mussolini’s Fascist Party had. MSI rapidly attracts numerous supporters, and large amounts of money through private donations. Only a month or so later, local sections are set up all over Italy, and the movement can begin its work of attacking democracy and countering Communism. But not just in Italy. The movement’s goals include a new Europe.
Falangists in Spain, Peronists in Argentina, British Fascists under Oswald Mosley, neo-Nazis meeting illegally in Wiesbaden under the leadership of Karl-Heinz Priester. And Per Engdahl in Sweden. They lurk under the surface, making their moves when the world is looking elsewhere. Even now, they are setting up among themselves a well-organised system of couriers to circumvent passport, visa, and currency restrictions. Soon the men will come closer together, even merge. The pent-up stillness of a pendulum about to strike back.
Poland
On 19 January, elections are held in Poland. But over the course of the last few weeks, half-a-million people have been accused of collaboration with the Nazis and disenfranchised by way of punishment. Over 80,000 members and supporters of the anti-Communist party Polskie Stronnictwo Ludowe are arrested on the eve of the elections. Around a hundred of them are murdered by Poland’s secret police.
As a result, the Communists win a landslide victory.
At the 1945 Yalta Conference, Stalin promised free elections in Poland — but for the multi-party system, today is the moment of death.
Al-Mahmudiyyah
The son of an Egyptian clockmaker, Hasan al-Banna, wants to turn time towards Islam. Once he was an eager learner, wilful and strong-minded like his mother, and more outgoing than his father. The time of the world was adjusted in his father’s workshop, where silent dials waited for hands, tiny cogwheels lay gleaming in boxes, and the sound of a mended clock was reward enough for the effort of repairing it. The ticking, distinct and regular, showed that both the object and time itself had been restored from disorder to order, from chaos to control.
Outside Hasan’s father’s workshop lay Egypt with its wheat fields, the men crouching under the contemptuous gaze of the British: an unfree country. And the verses of the Qur’an were lined up as tightly as the ears of wheat in the fields.
The boy, too, learned his father’s craft. Being in a room full of clocks turns an hour into friend and enemy alike. Taking a clock apart, scrutinising its inner mechanisms, and then getting time to work again transforms time into a power that can be controlled.
Paris
An aircraft carrying Simone de Beauvoir takes off for New York. There are just ten passengers and 40 seats; boarding the plane, she already feels lost. It’s as if she is leaving her life in Paris behind her. Something different, something new, is going to be revealed, and it will make her a different person. The plane is in the air. It is 25 January. She writes: ‘I am nowhere. I am somewhere else. What is time?’
New York
Now is a time without universal human rights. But has humankind missed something it didn’t know existed? Have the world’s religions, seeking to shield that which is human as though it were a fragment of the divine, provided adequate protection?
The world rises out of greasy human ashes. Here and now, in the United Nations’ provisional secretariat in the aircraft factory at Lake Success, universal values are to be established: new thoughts, new premisses for humankind, a new morality. A person’s rights are not to depend on whether they are Christian or Buddhist, on whether they were born into a family with or without assets, or on their name, sex, position, country of birth, or skin colour.
Entering world history, a 60-year-old woman leads the deliberations. She has just lost her driving licence for careless driving. Somewhere beneath the stream of day-to-day political happenings and her sadness at the death of her husband, Franklin D Roosevelt; somewhere beneath the layer of thoughts about ageing, motherhood, and the fact that people are unused to a female leader; run the words that will follow the working party from this first day to the last, the same regardless of whether one reads the Confucian philosopher Mencius or