Just FYI: I´m writing these lines under the impression of watching some 400.000 people on TV cheering for our successful soccer team at their reception close to the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin (picture source):
Truth is: I´m not really into soccer. I hardly care about the German Bundesliga (our “major league”). But today, I´d like to write about soccer. Or rather, about the role that soccer – and winning the world-cup 2014 – plays for Germany and the “German identity”.
Where shall I begin? Let me say, that it was kind of strange growing up as a young man in Germany. I was born 33 years after the end of World War II (my father was born during the last months of war) – and very soon, each and every person that has actually fought in this war will be dead and gone (like my grandpa). In spite of this, WW II (and Hitler, and everything that comes with that…) is still the big “national elephant in the room”.
Hitler is still the “big national elephant in the room”.
On a pre-conscious, between the lines level, it still affects everything a German does (or does not). If you want to put it in terms of transactional analysis: Many things that are “OK” for just about anybody in the world, are “not OK” if your´re German – at least not if you´re “too German” (whatever that may be…). As I´ve lived in Pennsylvania for a year during my adolescence (and additionally studied there over the last couple of months) I´d like to give you some contrasting examples from the US, especially concerning the use of national symbols.
- When you´re walking around in the U.S. sporting a t-shirt displaying the “Stars & Stripes”, people will likely smile at you and give a thumbs-up. It´s a cool thing to do. When you´re walking around in Germany sporting a t-shirt displaying the “Black, Red and Gold” there´s a good chance that people will frown upon you. What they say without saying it: “Are you a f…ing Nazi or what?”
- Equally, it´s a really really bad idea to sing the German national anthem – apart from those rare occasions where it´s deemed appropriate, e.g., before extraordinarily important soccer games. In the U.S., you sing the national anthem almost every day (just because the school day starts, or because there´s a middle school basketball game, or just because it´s a beautiful day…whatever…). And it´s cool. The U.S. anthem was played “for me” at Penn commencement 2014 – and I sang it with my fellow American students – not because I feel like I´m American, but because it´s a beautiful song, and it was a celebratory moment, and it was the right thing to do.
- And don´t even try to say something like “I´m proud to be German” in public. It´s the best way to ruin your reputation, your career, and might even bring you to the hospital if you happen to do it in the presence of people from the (far) left-wing scene.
By the way, I feel it´s not a very intelligent thing to say. It´s not an achievement to be born in a specific country, so philosophically speaking, it´s an “error of category”. How can anybody be proud of something that has just happened to him/her by chance? But the point is: in the U.S. (and probably any other country on this planet), it´s OK to do so.
And this is where the soccer world-cup tournaments come into play. The tournament in 2006 hosted in Germany was at least a light episode of thaw. Suddenly, you would see Germans carrying around German flags, cheering for their country in broad daylight (and late at night, for that matter). Regular, nice-looking people – not those skinhead neo-Nazi dickheads. Of course, they would put the flags onto their cars by the millions. And people from all over the world visited our country to celebrate. They discovered that Germans are mostly likeable, party hard and welcome foreigners with open arms (aside from the aforementioned die-hard assholes from the old school…that, frankly speaking, can be found in any nation on earth). The weather was really nice. The atmosphere was peaceful. And for five weeks or so, it was “OK” again to be German – and to even show it. That´s why we call that time “Sommermärchen” (Summer Fairytale).
Winning the three titles in 1954, 1974, and 1990 was probably equally important for our “rebirth as a nation”. Earning the title against all odds in 1954 is called “Wunder von Bern” (Miracle of Bern). For the very first time after WW II, there was a glimpse of hope. For the very first time, Germans weren´t constrained to the (Ex-)Nazi role. In 1974, we won the cup in our own country, during a time of thaw with regard to the former USSR and especially East Germany. To that effect, the “world spirit” moved forward in that direction, and we won our third title in Italy in 1990 – in midst of the German reunification process.
But it took 16 more years for the German nation to come to terms with itself – at least for the above-mentioned five weeks of the summer miracle. I mean, looking down from space, there are no “borders”, no “countries”, and no “governments”. But as long as we have to live in a geo-political system that endorses national states, in my opinion it´s a valuable and utterly healthy thing to feel at least a decent level of identification with regard to the country that the “karma lottery” has put us in.
Yet, being born in Germany still means carrying a small share of a huge “historical hypothecation”. And while there may be political entities in other countries that – once in a while – like to remind the Germans of their “historical guilt”, that burden is mostly renewed from within. As a nation, we´re still kind of obsessed with Hitler. Of course it´s not an obsession in an admiring sense. Rather, it´s that mode where one is not able to take the eyes off of a horrible car accident. You´ll find a Hitler story at least every other week or so on the cover of one of the important German weekly magazines. And sometimes, I get the impression that there´s a law requiring our German news channels to broadcast WW II documentaries on a daily basis after 10:00 pm.
To make things worse, there is a well-developed “self-abashment industry” that includes a big chunk of the (far) left-wing journalists in this country. I suspect that – out of utterly low self-regard (and even less self-compassion…) – their greatest pleasure and joy lies in trying to prevent other people from discovering and developing those qualities within themselves. Where foreign newspapers start to write really nice things about “Ze Germans” (please see the Washington Post, the Guardian, and ForeignPolicy.com for current examples), those poor creatures desperately try to find something to grouse about while the rest of the nation is busy celebrating “Jogis Jungs” (Jogi´s Boys).
This morning, they finally found the fly in the ointment so they could raise their priggish fingers: While stepping onto the stage in Berlin, a group of – most-likely dead-tired and hung-over German players – engaged in a dance/song that (in an utterly harmless manner that you´ll find in every German soccer stadium on any given Sunday…) lampooned the Argentinian players for ten seconds or so. The leftist press now tries to talk that up to a #Gauchogate – invoking images of the “Master Race” humiliating the rest of the “free world”.
Dear German self-abashment complex (including the political correctness thought police…): Even the British yellow press starts to really like the Germans. Maybe you want to join them?
I am not proud to be German. That´s bullshit. But I am proud of “our boys” – and how hard they´ve fought and suffered for their title. And I´m proud of my fellow Germans, seeing how they have supported and cheered for the team over the past five weeks, and how they have suffered vicariously by the millions in front of their TV screens and the countless public screenings.
We must never forget. But it´s time to forgive. And that includes ourselves.
We must never forget. But it´s time to forgive. And that includes ourselves. My son is 20 month old now. He was born 67 years after the war. I will work hard to make sure that he can grow up unaffected by that shadow of the past.
10 thoughts on “SCHLAAAAAND! How the Soccer World-Cup helps to Build a Likeable Version of the “German Nation””
Super Artikel. Ich wohne seit 2004 in England und hab hier eigentlich noch viel mehr Nationalstolz entwickelt als ich je in Deutschland hatte weil ich festgestellt habe, das die Meinung der Engländer über uns so viel positiver ist als die unsere, das vieles bei uns besser läuft, und das wir sogar für viele Sachen bewundert und beneidet werden. Da hab ich erkannt habe das wir eigentich ziemlich cool sind. Schlaaaaaaaaaaaaaand
Geht mir meist ähnlich, wenn ich im Ausland unterwegs bin…
My daughter in law is German and she always explain to me all the things in your article.
Can’t believe how politics can be mixed with sports, and how the corrupted press can misinterpret a simple joke or way to express joy without any malicious thought.
Did the world press (so called journalists) already forget how the Argentinian mocked Brasil after it’s defeat? Did they forget how disrespectful the Argentinians were with the country that welcomed them with open arms? Did they already forget how the Argentinians insulted Brasil with songs and slogans when they were still there?
Now, Karma made them pay and the international press is screaming outrage… Please get a grip and understand this is a sport, it’s NOT like being playful like Germany celebrating their Victory and international/Germany press making a mountain from a grain of salt is gonna start World War III.
International/German/American/SouthAmerican press and “journalists” are a joke, governments puppets!!!!
The best analysis I’ve ever read about us Germans! Congratulations.
Wow, finally someone who said it out loud. As a student living in germany, WW II and the horrible and gruesome crimes commited there(and horrible and gruesome they were, no one in their right mind would deny it and that is definitely not my comments intention!) are on your schedule on a nearly daily basis. I can hardly recall a single book we read in class that didnt deal with nazis, the war or the genocide at some point. As terrible as these happenings have been and as important as remembering the past is, i have to admit that i am tired of this never ending guilt-trip. You are right when you say that ones place of birth is a factor one has no influence on whatsoever. Just as gender or skin colour. Yet people, even those who are far too young to have been influenced by the war, still use it as an excuse to blame. I have one request to everyone out there, to the germans as well as to people from elsewhere: Stop judging us(and ourselfs) for something our ancestors(or better, some of our ancestors) have done. Hold us responsible for everthing we do now, and in this case it was nothing but cheering and expressing joy over a deserved victory. It may have been unnecessary to do it quite like that, but judging a whole country because of the words of six “most likely dead tired and hung over” men who have been celebrating the victory of their lives is the more disrespecting and intolerant thing in my eyes.
A toast to that, Karin!
A group of supporters mocking the gauchos can be more or less frowned upon, but a selection that represents a country, rise to a scenario that all the world is watching, humiliating the losers goes against the basic concept of sport. I am a sports teacher and teach my students to respect the victor and the vanquished. I would not be proud of the players in the world champions …
Xabier, I would agree that it was not a “wise” thing to do – not at all, actually. Where I disagree: In my understanding, this was not meant to be humiliating – it was not directed at the other team at all. It´s just a song that you can hear on any Sunday at any soccer game here in Germany. And where I absolutely disagree – not with you, but rather with (parts of) the German press – is that it was “racist”. It was what in Germany is called a “Schnappsidee” – an (more or less) silly idea that is made up after having too much to drink. To me, it does not devaluate anything that happened in the 5 week before. All the best, Nico