Thursday, 29 October 2015

The "Alien Invasion" of 1938

"They're bombing New Jersey!" declared a frightened Bronx citizen to a passing Patrolman.
"How do you know?"  Was the incredulous response.
"I heard it on the radio!" 

This is the true story of how an American radio drama ignited doomful terror of an alien invasion in the hearts of thousands of listeners.
Its been dubbed the "Panic Broadcast" - "the greatest invasion that never happened."


~*~
1938 was a year of tension and tribulation.
The Great Depression persisted to hold America in its iron grip, and Nazis Germany had "annexed" Austria, continuing to grow in power and hostility. Hitler's obdurate speeches, given in a state of fanaticism, and the realities of the economy were heard not just as distant threats in the papers, but as undeniable events welcomed over the airwaves by American (and Canadian) citizens into the intimacy of their family circles and homes. News bulletins were daily increasing, interrupting the soothing rhythm of the radio programs. 
Radios were a sensational pieces of entertainment and information. Despite the United State's economic low, its been calculated that 80% of American's owned a radio! People were finding it extremely difficult to buy the necessities of life. They were searching for work and pawning off valuables, and yet they zealously treasured their radios.




In Germany, Hitler had recognized the potential - the controlling power - that this machine could have over his people, and was manipulating it for his propaganda purposes.


 

In New York, The Mercury Theatre on the Air was preparing something special for their eager listeners under the astute direction of one of its founders, Orson Welles, the twenty-three year old "Broadway theatrical prodigy."



The Theatre's radio productions had thus far been one hour shows based on popular literature, including Treasure Island, A Tale of Two Cities, and Around the World in Eighty Days. This latest one - to be aired October 30, the eve of Halloween - was to be no different. But as the writers and directors prepared the script, some argued that it would fail to capture the audience's attention. That it was boring.
So they brainstormed some more, and it was in the frantic last few days before the deadline, that Welles suggested that it be performed as a series of news bulletins, recounted seemingly from the eyewitness accounts of journalists and reporters.

The story was based off of H. G. Wells' 1897 novel, The World of the Worlds, about a Martian invasion of England. 
They had Americanized the setting and liberally altered the characters and conversations, but the pith of the story was left untouched.
As the theatre group went live on air, the announcer introduced the story, obviously stating that the show was a drama, and then Welles himself commenced the story with a narration. Then...
"Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt our program of dance music to bring you a special bulletin from the Intercontinental Radio News... Professor Farrell of the Mount Jennings Observatory, Chicago, Illinois, reports observing several explosions of incandescent gas, occurring at regular intervals on the planet Mars."
An interview with another Professor about these abnormal occurrences further interrupts the music, and a news bulletin takes the listeners to the scene of a strange landing. A place which the script writers chose at random on a map of the U.S.
"We are bringing you an eyewitness account of what's happening on the Wilmuth farm, Grovers Mill, New Jersey. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the most terrifying thing I have ever witnessed! Something wriggling out of the shadow like a gray snake. Now it's another one, and another. They look like tentacles to me."
To put it simply, the War of the World's was a genius radio production with exceptional acting and directing.
The aliens begin their attack...
"Now the whole fields on fire - the woods, the barns, the - the gas tanks of the automobiles. It's spreading everywhere. Its coming this way now, about twenty yards to my right - " 
And just like that, the mic went dead. All you could hear was static.This was a brilliantly improvised moment! Welles shot his hands up in the air like a conductor, and the actors and orchestra went silent.



No one in the recording studio knew the affect they were having on their fellow countrymen.
Its interesting how the human mind works. People heard that aliens were attacking with poison gas, so they saw and smelt gas. The aliens were beginning to bomb the area surrounding Grover's Mill, so they heard and saw bombings, no matter how far away they lived from the supposed catastrophe. 
Fear is an irrational thing - but it also reveals truth about the times, and the hearts of individuals. Roosevelt understood this when he spoke his famous words in his inaugural address in 1933 - the very doldrums of the Depressions.
"Let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself... nameless, unreasoning, unjustifiable terror which paralyzes needed effort to convert retreat into advance."
Many people hadn't heard the drama's announcer introduce the theatrical nature of the story, the majority has been listening to another station featuring a ventriloquist and his puppet Charlie McCarthy, and after some dial twisting during a musical interlude (much like channel surfing during advertisements), had stumbled upon a "news flash" informing them - it seemed in all sincerity - of a martian landing and attack. They missed the introduction, or they dismissed the important opening words in light of the realistic quality of the play, and by the time Welles paused for the interlude and reintroduction of the performance, people were fleeing for their lives!



Between 8:30 and 10:00 pm on the night of the broadcast, a Jersey Police log recorded "at least 50 calls...persons inquiring as to meteors, number of person's dead, gas attacks, militia being called..."
On the morning following the broadcast, the Trenton Times were overflowing with accounts of hysteria. There were (tragically) reports of suicide, nurses were seen praying in the streets, "one Hamilton Township woman vowed she had stuffed all the doors and windows with paper and wet rags but that the fumes were already seeping into her living room," whole families packed up their precious belongings and drove into the countryside or hid in their cellars, and ironically, a town in Washington State suffered from a power outage on the same night, causing everyone to believe it was a result of the alien's assault.

"The panic reached its peak in the metropolitan New York section. Unaware of the fiction of what they had heard, thousands rushed into the streets and parks, spreading their infectious alarm as they milled around, waiting for destruction to overtake them."

We learn about these seemingly idiotic responses and laugh at the people's naivety, but I doubt whether we would have been laughing in 1938.
The broadcast demonstrated the power of radio and propaganda. Journalist Dorothy Thompson states it well:
"Hitler managed to scare all Europe to its knees a month ago, but at least he had an army and an air force to back up his shrieking words... Mr. Welles scared thousands into demoralization with nothing at all..." 
The following cartoon sums it up perfectly! 

With the conclusion of their live production, Houseman, one of the theatre's founding members says, "the following hours were a nightmare." Swarmed by police and the press, an investigation was put in place. Though Welles was sorry for the damage to the morale and livelihood of his fellow Americans he couldn't help but be pleased with his success. His radio show had made front page news all over the country (and beyond)!

The War of the World's broadcast aired over seventy years ago to listeners of a very different generation, but it's intriguing historical events like this one that remind me of our common humanity, and, unfortunately, our tendency to fear first and think after. We still listen and watch world events with trepidation, and wonder diffidently what the future may hold. But we don't have to live in fear, for we are not alone; we have a conqueror in Christ! "In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world" (John 16:33).

I highly suggest listening to the original broadcast! I've included a link to it here!

Resources:

American Experience - War of the World's: http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/americanexperience/films/worlds/player/

The War of the World's script: http://www.sacred-texts.com/ufo/mars/wow.htm

Trenton Times newspaper articles: http://www.war-ofthe-worlds.co.uk/documents.htm#orson

Franklin Roosevelt's speech: http://historymatters.gmu.edu/d/5057/

Sunday, 6 September 2015

My Thoughts on THE BOOK THIEF

The Book ThiefThe Book Thief

I don't often write reviews about the books I read because my "writing time" is filled with blogging, poetry, or short story writing, and I prefer to share my thoughts in person (my family can attest to that!). But there was something about this book that gave my hand that irresistible "itch" to write. 
So I did.

This is a beautiful book...
Not only do the characters and setting exude a "realness," but the sentences and words themselves breath with life.

"She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal cord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet. She used both hands. She raced them. One shelf against the other. And she laughed. Her voice sprawled out, high in her throat, and when she eventually stopped and stood in the middle of the room, she spent many minutes looking from the shelves to her finger and back again.
How many books had she touched?
How many had she felt?" (pg 135)

Its rather paradoxical then, that such beauty and depth can also be home to such foulness.
Swear words.
There were dozens of them - thus only the four stars.
But isn't that one of the themes this book reveals concerning humanity? The question: how can the same thing be "so ugly and so glorious?" (pg 150)

I have read many books dealing with these devastating times, but none have moved me, or narrowed the gap between history and reality for me, like this one. I was overcome with sorrow for the Liesel's, Max's, Han's, and Rudy's of the Second World War, and will not deny that I shed a few tears after the story was concluded and I had time to sift through my swirling thoughts and impressions. And yet, I've received much hope from this fictional account of suffering and death. For buried within the dark, lonely basements, boxing matches with the Fuehrer, bombings, and book burnings, are the accordionist's with gentle, silver eyes, "bread givers," thirteen presents for a dying friend, library havens, and snowmen -

"CHRISTMAS GREETINGS FROM MAX VANDENBURG: Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands." (pg 313)
The Book Thief has left me with a lot to ponder and discuss (it is hard to put my thoughts into words), but there is one sentiment that rises again and again in my reflections: radiant hope and beauty come from ashes, and not simply because of the endurance of the human spirit, but because of the God who created that spirit, and gives purpose to life.

Have you read The Book Thief (or even just watched the movie)? What are your thoughts and impressions? Please share below!

Saturday, 22 August 2015

Poesy Part III: Songs of a Shepherd and Sir Sydney

In my last two blog posts I've explored how poetry can give voice to unbearable suffering, and inexpressible beauty, as well as creatively record archaic legends and acts of history for posterity.

Now in this installment, I would like to explore what a young shepherd discovered in the wilderness of ancient Israel and later used in the courts of King Saul, as well as in hiding, fearing for his life, and eventually as the King himself.


Poetry is a gift from God and is a beautiful expression of worship.

Consider David's timeless verses which both glorify the Lord's magnificence, using poesy's greatest literary devices, and serve as an epitome for the deepest cries of the human soul, redeemed by God and striving along the journey of life.



"Deep calls to deep
at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
have gone over me.
By day the Lord commands his steadfast
love,
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life" (Psalm 42:7-8).


"You have kept count of my tossings;
put my tears in your bottle.
Are they not in your book?" (Psalm 56:8).

"And I say, 'Oh, that I had wings like a dove! 
I would fly away and be at rest..." (Psalm 55:6). 

"And they say, 'The Lord does not see;
the God of Jacob does not perceive'...
He who planted the ear, does he not hear?
He who formed the eye, does he not see?
He who disciplines the nations, does he not
rebuke?
He who teaches man knowledge
- the Lord - knows the thoughts of
man,
that they are but a breadth" (Psalm 94:7, 9-11)


"Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your steadfast love;
according to your abundant mercy
blot out my transgressions" (Psalm 51:1)"

"Bless the Lord, O my soul!
O Lord my God, you are very
great!
You are clothed with splendour and majesty,
covering yourself with light as with a
garment,
stretching out the heavens like a tent.
He lays the beams of his chambers on the
waters;
he makes the clouds his chariots;
he rides on the wings of the wind" (Psalm 104:1-3).



Arguably one of David's most famous songs, The Lord is My Shepherd (Psalm 23) is included in an anthology of English poetry that I found in a secondhand bookstore. My goal was to read one poem from the collection every day... I have definitely not succeeded in that, but the poems I have read are treasures, particularly a poem by Sir Philip Sydney (1554-1586) that I thought would be fitting to share with you, dear readers.
I will let it speak for itself, only highlighting a few of the many instances where the poet makes reference to Scripture. 
Note  
When I read poetry I often follow these steps (feel free to change and improve this method to make it work for you):
  1. Read
  2. Read aloud to get a sense of the rhythm and rhyme.
  3. Read again, slowly, to ponder the devices, theme and 'voice' of the poem.
  4. Read once more as "quickly" as the first time (You'll be surprised how much better you understand and appreciate the words!).


Leave Me, O Love, Which Reachest but to Dust
By Sir Philip Sydney

Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust;
And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things;1
Grow rich in that which never taketh rust;2
Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings.
Draw in thy beams and humble all thy might
To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be;3
Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light,
That both doth shine and give us sight to see.4
O take fast hold; let that light be thy guide
In this small course which birth draws out to death,
And think how evil becometh him to slide,
Who seeketh heav'n, and comes of heav'nly breath.
Then farewell, world; thy uttermost I see:
Eternal Love, maintain thy life in me.5