However, now in the fifth year of the war, we are fortunately able to shed a different light on our people. We no longer need to focus blindly on the sickening “colonial inferiority complex.” Since tens of thousands of young Dutch volunteers have willingly headed to the fronts in the East and West, earning admiration and praise from the world’s finest leaders. Tens of thousands of Dutch farmers and laborers by both mind and hand, in the homeland and beyond, show their determination to defy fate. This is once again the Germanic people of Piet Hein, Jan de Witt, and de Ruyter. Their courage and willingness to sacrifice wash away the stain of the “colonial inferiority complex” from our people. Around them, as a nucleus, the best – that is, the idealistic – part of our nation will slowly but surely gather. They will define the archetype of the new Dutchman and guarantee the future greatness of our people. However, for those who remain addicted to their incurable “colonial inferiority complex” and keep looking towards the Saint Nicholas boats of Churchill and Roosevelt, these words of Multatuli’s are directed: “Choke on your coffee and disappear!” – 7-7-44
From our Readership. The Carbonade Complex.
Naturally we are led to continue elaborating on the theme of the “colonial inferiority complex,” which we addressed in yesterday’s issue. Following our reflections on the Dutch Culture Week, we received a postcard from Oldenzaal with the following remark: “To hell with your culture, give us a pork carbonade instead!”
In a variation of Multatuli‘s “Choke on your coffee and disappear!” (See yesterday’s issue), we would like to add to J.O.: “Choke on a carbonade bone and disappear.” Because people like him bring shame upon our nation; at most, they leech off what others achieve through struggle and work, but for our development we have no use for these individuals. May our people promptly give these preachers of the carbonade gospel the boot they deserve. – 8-4-44
NSB newspaper coolie,
You quote “Multatuli,”
You truly shocked me.
I should choke on coffee?!
That‘s not nice of you, van Nierop.
And I give you this as a response:
Tell me, how should it work,
Because there‘s only – substitute.
Only “Klaroen” and “Pitto” remained,
The same applies for tea,
Milk and butter, bacon and coal,
All stolen by the Krauts,
The Netherlands must starve,
These are Hitler’s new times,
Everything is scarce and even expensive,
And you still schmooze about “culture.”
You as carriers of culture?!
Nothing lower has ever existed,
Murder and theft and barbarism,
These are the acts of fascism,
Honestly, a pork chop
Does much less harm there.
I also say: If we only had some,
Mr. van Bullkop, you bet!
No, we have no need
For culture from your crooks,
You surely have nothing to complain about,
But the people with empty stomachs
Only want to know about culture
When the people get something to eat,
But what they wish you, it seems to me:
DROWN QUICKLY IN YOUR INK!!
Driekruis’ answer:
Cor Beek, Almelo. – My compliments for your smooth and entertaining verse! It‘s a pity you express such banal views, otherwise I would gladly include you as an occasional poet in the ranks of my collaborators. – Tw. Nwsbl. 17-7-44
Post-Editing: Robert Saunders
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