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Yancouver Kiwa-
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Sember 4, 1944,
ancis Chaloner,
. Paul’s Hospital
B.G., in a ietter
criticizes Profes-
rummond of the
views on Russia
the speech “and
Mr. Ryan and Mr.
dahi—“Keep His
fiecan.”

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‘lic opinion i: the
5 is not obsessed

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'of Russia! I am
wer will be pleased
: \rancis Chaloner’s
§ contained in his

eScott of the Uni-
# Relief and Reha-
fministration, Ion-
f= 2ptember 21, 1944,
Port said 20 million
miationals had been

?]iped in some other
ho the dirty work,
Can says that we

® Christian senti-
arity, forgiveriess

(Ger-

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Vught, Holland, a
€ witness report-
township was lib-

of any new gangsters being al-
lowed to loose their goon squads
on the rest of us in the next
50 years at least.

Perhaps he thinks that if we
sent a bunch of sleazy lectures
to “educate” some of the inter-

all German-conquered lands
were butchered. Ryan, Eng-
dahl, Chaloner & Co. Ltd say
nothing about this. :

Russia saved us all from fas-
cism. Russia has been a gal-
lant allied friend of the United

Nations. national Gapones, they ~ will
F. DONOHUE. have such a pleasant effect on

them, thgt when it becomes a

é question of making war all the
Education fascists will go into a huddle
with their “profs? and, shud-

Dear Sir: dering with distaste, issue a
I see where one of our local manifesto on the blessings of
university “experts” on world peace, “turning the other

aifairs, from the department of
modern languages (of all
places), delivered himself of
the fatuous pronouncement that
Dumbarton Oaks is a “frame-
up” on the part of the victors
of the war.

Who does this two-bit astrol-
oger think he is? Wrinkling
his delicate nose in his ivory-
tower at the strong smell of
life going on around (and be-
yond) him, he quivers at the
sound of the hammer blows be-

cheek,” and the need for more
universities (with departments
of modern languages, of
course).

I think it would be a “good
idea if we could take! the cot-
ton wool in which these people
wrap themselves to soften the
oh, so harsh blows of real life,
and €stuff it so far down. their
delicate thoats that any séunds
that do escape come out as
blurred as their thinking is
—DISGUSTED.

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ME was when historical novels were considered to be such as dealt
with lone past events in the ever-forward march of our race. Then =
man was a blind creature of social forces which he did not understand
as they buffeted shim about and only began to appreciate their signifi-
cance lone after by placing events in historical perspective. ‘This is
the case no longer. Historical novels are being written now, of events
of today and their Meaning and consequences are understood. Man is.
no longer a plaything of history to be knocked: hither and yon) he is
now conscieusly making history. : ;
This is why books like The Rainbow by Wanda Wasilewska, the
Stalin prize novel of 1948, are being written, for The Rainbow is an
historical novel in the true sense of the term. a = ;
The author, is a war correspondent with the Red Army. What
she does mot write of at first hand she has garnered from the lips of
people who haye experienced the horrors of Nazi rule in. their own per-
son. The cool, caleulated cycle of sadistic brutality practised by the
Nazi so-called supermen, upon the women and children of the Ukrainian
Village, where the scene of 7 story is laid, would be unbelievable
but for indisputable evidence already documented and awaiting the
day ot retribution. Joseph H.. Davies, U.S. ex-ambassador to the Soviet
Union, says in the introduction, “The Rainbow describes only what the
Germans did to one yillage in the Southern Ukraine, but anyone who
has seen with his own eyes, as I did last year, the unforgettable ruins
of Stalingrad, will not dispute the accuracy of the horror depicted here.”

7 - & : :
HE story is a tribute to the part the women of the Soviet Union are
playing in the struggle for the liberation of their country. Only.

the most grouchy of misogynists would fail to get some inspiration
- from the stoical bravery, the unyielding love of their country and the

firm and passionate faith that their men in the Red Army and the
partisans would return to rescue them from the Aryan blond beast,
described by many of the women as “the sons of bitches.”

“We will come back,” so the unprepared forces of democracy said
as they retreated from their untenable positions. The British said it
at Dunlirque, the Americans said it in the Philippines and the Russians
said it as they moved eastward before the Nazi aggressors. They came

, back, all of them and are still coming, The women of The Rainbow

knew their men would be back.and what happened before they; returned
is the burden of the story. : :
Many sparkling passages throughout the book show the reader why
it won the Stalin prize for literature in 1948. Like this one for in-
stance, “Platon, father of Mishka—turned down by the Red Army

’ because he had lost two fingers in the last war. But the partisans don’t

care how many fingers a man has.”
e

| the last war the Germans: sang a sone of hate. In this war they:

do not sing of hate, but they are inspiring hhate.- It is a healthy
hate, hatred of evil and its works, a quality in the breast of man which,
in all ages, has saved the dignity of the race. This is the hate en-
gendered in the hearts of the Ukrainian women and children of the
village of The Rainbow. : :

Amkino has made-a picture of the book and it will be shown at
the Paradise Theater here, beginning on Monday. The picture pulls
no punches, As far as a picture possibly can do, it reproduces faith-
fully the whole content of the book. I have seen several reviews of
the picture. ‘Some of the reviewers are afraid of this healthy hate.
One Alton Cook, in the New York Telegram, writes: “Such hate is a
terrifying thing to behold on a movie sereen. You sit wondering how
many, generations it will take to restore Sanity to the poeple who want
to shout such bitter venom about their temporary conquerors.”

: : e = :
NE wonders if that reviewer ,and others like him,’wondered in the
the days before the war broke out, how many fenerations it would
take Hitler to corrupt the German youth so that they could be made
to hate all other peoples so much as to desire to make slaves of them.
Did they wonder how many generations. of fascist rule would be neces-
sary to deaden the souls of the German youth so that they could be
made to commit the unbelievably inhuman atrocities proven against
them in the Soviet Union, in Poland, in Greece, in Norway, in France
and in Spain.

I wonder if that tender-hearted reviewer, could write like that if
he saw his sixshour old son deliberately shot through the head by a
brute garbed in the uniform of a Nazi Kommandant,

That kind of writing fits in with the advocacy of a gentle slap on
the wrist to the Nazis as a punishment for their crimes against human-
ity. The gentle answer that does not turn away wrath. I prefer Ilya
Ehrenberg’s dictum, “We can’t afford pity.” E

- THE Nazi ecruelties had been inflicted only on grown-ups they
would have been bad enough. Hiven then excuse might have been
found for them. But when they murder and torture children, infants,
they put themselves beyond the limits of human consideration. In
the book and the picture, you see some of this degraded sadism of
these scum of hell inflicted on little bays and girls) When I read fhe
burning words of Wanda Wasilewska I thought of one little fellow who
is a particular pal of mine and of how he might have been one of
those kiddies in The Rainbow. I hated the Nazis.as much as the
Ukrainian women did. That little boy made it personal for me for
he represented all other children. Again I say with Ehrenberg, “We
can’t afford pity.”
NE of the women, Fedosya, was sure that “In the villages where
the Germans had left their mark, in streams of tears and blood,
even for a single day, there would never in all eternity, from genera-
tion to generation, be anyone disappointed with the Soviet government,

anyone indifferent to it, anyone lazy or indolent.”

In the final speech she makes, after the village has been cleared
of the Nazi beasts, one would almost imagine she had been reading
the passage in Steyenson’s Treasure Island where Lone John Silver
shouts, “Them that dies will be the lucky ones.” For she says of the
Nazis, ““Ihose who die will be getting off easy.” \ :