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Pride and Prejudice

Growing up in Germany, I was raised to be unpatriotic. But in multicultural New York City, where everyone loves a parade, ethnic celebration can also carry undercurrents of hatred.

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Steuben Parade, 2010. (Brian Lin/Flickr)

The Upper East Side of Manhattan hosts a big German parade each summer, the Steuben Parade. In my 10 years here I had never gone. Last summer when Otto asked me if I wanted to join him and a German friend, I agreed. My mom had recently sent me her old, custom-made dirndl dress, and the prospect of wearing it in public made me giddy. It was 90 degrees and incredibly humid. My short hair stuck up in all directions.

I schlepped myself to the subway, a hybrid of Snow White and Nina Hagen. The dark blue skirt and its baby blue apron dragged on the ground. The dirndl’s dark red corset was so tight that my otherwise small chest pushed out over the top. Otto and his friend were in awe. Such a nice dress! And just for the parade!

Maybe I subconsciously tried to compensate for their praise by moving away from them once we got to the parade and spending most of my time talking to a black NYPD cop who was leisurely leaning against a Fifth Avenue lamp post. Officer Charlie told me that of all the parades in New York, he liked the German one the best. The Germans, he said, always start and end on time. Germans don’t litter, scream, fight, get drunk, or take off their clothes. There has never been any trouble at the German parade.

“You must be proud to be German today,” Charlie said. My level of discomfort began to rise. Then Dr. Ruth Westheimer, sex therapist and the Grand Marshal of last year’s parade, rode by on her float. For the briefest moment I felt a tiny bit proud to be German. I tried to explain to Charlie that Germans often have a difficult time with national pride—unless, of course, the parade organizers choose a C-list celebrity as their grand marshal. National pride has fueled too much horror. Charlie nodded, and I didn’t know whether he understood me or whether my speech about national pride was drowned out by the inappropriately named MC Digga, “Philadelphia’s Best German Rapper.”

From early childhood, my generation of Germans was trained to be unpatriotic. In first or second grade my class was led to our village’s Jewish cemetery and told about the horrors of Nazi Germany. After the visit we had to take a test. We were to draw and explain Jewish gravestone symbols. I failed the test because my Star of David had too many points. We never sang the national anthem; as far as I know, a pledge of allegiance doesn’t exist. I didn’t meet a Jew until I visited New York when I was 26. I assumed he must have hated me for being German.

In the distance I could see Otto and his friend waving their German paper flags vigorously. Otto had even bought a flag for me. I was reminded of my grandmother’s stories about the Nuremberg rallies. When asked about the Third Reich, she said, “It was the best time of my life.” She would recall the times when she rode to the rallies on the back of a horse-drawn cart. “We had so much fun,” she used to say.

My paternal grandmother was born and raised in Baiersdorf, a small Bavarian town 15 miles from Nuremberg. I grew up there too. She alternatively insisted that Baiersdorf never had any Jewish residents and that the Jews had left long before she was born. In fact, Baiersdorf has a big Jewish cemetery, and until Kristallnacht in 1938, when the Nazis ransacked Jewish homes, businesses, and synagogues, Baiersdorf also had a mikvah and a synagogue.

As a child in the 1980s, I watched my mother, the daughter of self-proclaimed socialists, argue with my grandmother, her mother-in-law. When I was old enough to fight, I would participate. Eventually we stopped talking about the Third Reich. Partially because I felt I wasn’t an authority on the Holocaust, on what people knew and what they were in denial of, and partially because it is hard to question a shrunken, wrinkled 95-year-old woman who had long lost the ability to go to the bathroom by herself about the best time of her life. But still, her bigotry would often find its way into our conversation. Only now it was the Turks who were bad and should go back to where they came from. Again, we would fight. The fight usually ended with her saying, “I have to discuss this with my people. They’ll understand.”

I never knew who her people were, yet they concerned me. Apparently, there were more bigots, the only difference was that they weren’t as outspoken. Who, I wondered, were her people? The question continued to haunt me even as I made a new life 4,000 miles away. Surely, I thought, they aren’t in Sunnyside, Queens.

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Jack says:

This is an excellent article. Much appreciated.

One explanation is that psychologically it is easy…to project one’s Jungian “Shadow” onto the unknown.

Learning about others’ ways helps dispel that.

New York…thanks for allowing me to be exposed and educated and delighted by the many diverse fellow folks with whom I share this planet.

Paul Golin says:

Beautifully written piece, thank you for this. I’m pretty sure that’s the first Nina Hagen reference in Tablet; hope there will be more.

Good.for you for speaking up. Many people wouldn’t.

As Nina Hagen sang:

“New York City is a place so nice
Everybody says it so they had to name it twice
New York my happy love’s you, I love you very much
I could not live without you, so let’s always keep in touch
New York City has the fanciest rule
When you want to live in this town you just have to be a fool”

This was a fun read, and certainly captures the reason a lot us are passionate about the City. So far as the prejudice is concerned, it’s hardly unique to Germany, a country that has really been a model in making an effort at tempering the darker elements of nationalism. But you’ll find bigotry in every community, even those living side by side in Queens. I think it’s an element of human nature, and there’s just no realistic prospect of eliminating it altogether. There’s something to be said for at least keeping it private.

By the way, I believe the Van Bramers trace their lineage back to the early Dutch settlers of Queens, so Jimmy Van Bramer is actually a local aristocrat. Also, Dr. Ruth used to be B-list; “It was the pictures that got small.”

Perhaps not coincidentally, the first statement advocating religious pluralism in the European colonies was the Flushing Remonstrance. It’s a pretty remarkable text, given the time and place:

Robert Ayers says:

Absolutely brilliant, deeply moving piece. I shall share it with Merrill, and with our daughter Samantha who is in Berlin.

rebbetex says:

A moving article we all ought to think about very carefully. Beneath the accepting veneer of our society are there are so many of these people, who harbor deep hatreds that defy logic. I feel the only way to get past this, if we ever can, is downplay the group pride, and begin to believe that each person is an individual.

American society seems to have moved further from that concept in recent decades, feeling that groups are entitled to Supreme Court seats, college admissions, public contracts…a highly simplistic approach that is out of synch with reality. Persons deserve the rewards of socity not because of what group they are born into or become a member of, but on an individual person, because aa a human being they are right person for that role. We should be able to accept a Supreme Court that is all black, or all Jewish, or all gay, or all women, with ease, if all those on the bench are fine jurists, who think fairly and do credit to that role, who are compassionate human being who understand that the law involves how humans relate to one another and to the state.

Within each of these supposed groups is a broad array of people, many of whom share nothing
but one label with each other. There are many Jews with whom I share nothing in common..and yet we talk of the Jewish vote, and we have
a self appointed froup of apokespeople for us a Jews who are the heads of major Jewish organizations who act as if they speak for all of us.

How to reconcile a strong Jewish identity, with a strong sense each of ourselves as individuals takes a bit of some doing. But surely every member of any group must be the unique person he is, first and foremost.

Rocky says:

Several years ago, I remember reading about a planned gay pride parade in Jerusalem. It was the only thing that the three major religious groups in the city (Haredi, Muslims and Orthodox Christians) could agree on. They didn’t like it and they wanted it stopped. The parade was cancelled. Otto and the Haredi have little in common. But when it comes to gay parades, they sing from the same prayer book. If Congress cannot resolve the debt limit crisis, we will see how tolerant the American public is towards Jews. My suspicion is that US aid to Israel is on life support. If I were a 25 year old Haredi, I’d be looking for a full time job. Uncle Sugar is broke.

Nachum says:

Awww, you all stood up for the gays! Aren’t you special!

perot says:


A German that I could like.

Good piece of writing, Sabine! Glad you’re my neighbor.

Leigh says:

Thank you, Sabine! This is a great article. Your attitude shows a commitment to universal humanism above nationalism.

Maria says:

It’s ironic that many people here praising her humanism – for which she should be praised – espouse deeply nationalistic, bigoted attitudes in the I/P conflict. It’s a schizoid mentality, convenient humanism but only when it comes to other people, never yourself.

I’d prefer a straight humanist like Susan anyday over the many hypocrites here.

Michael says:

What else is she going to say here, something that might dry up her grants? “Sabine Heinlein, a recipient of fellowships from New York Foundation for the Arts, the MacDowell Colony, and Yaddo, lives in New York City”
Yea gays and multi-culturism, I’m a ‘reformed German’. Otto bad.

German says:

No matter how you spin this story, we Germans don’t come out well.
Let me explain:

First, we have the author. There’s something strange about her.
Her commitment against any kinds of racism is laudable. But in her story, she appears to have a fixation with her people. One might even call it an obsession.

Germany when she grew up, in the post-1960s era, was in many ways a great nation compared to much of the rest of the world. One has to relate the country at that time to other contemporary nations.

There was a fierce thrust against any kind of racism in public life, as she well observes, and there was relative enonomic and social justice, again, compared to much of the rest of the world.

Yet, the author of this piece appears to hold a strange grudge against her people and former nation. She grew up in this context, yet admits that only once she escaped Germany did she ‘finally feel at home’.

When the parade started, and the black NYPD officer casually complimented the German parade’s respect, order and restraint, she felt uneasy and even uncomfortable when he followed up that she must be ‘proud as a German’.

So a relaxed, calm black cop gives a casual compliment to her as a German and she freaks out?

German says:

Part 2:

Again, remember the context of when she grew up in Germany.
Pretend for a moment that all the neighbours of Israel, many of whom would like to see it wiped out, were exchanged for civilized, peaceful nations.

Now pretend, too, that Israel has been enjoying genuine peace with it’s neighbours for over 50 years. And now picture an Israeli Jew freaking out when a non-Jew gives a casual, low-key compliment which has it’s place, given the (fantastic) context that this Israeli Jew grew up in. Why would that Israeli Jew be so ashamed of being Jewish, given the peaceful context of her upbringing? This is how the author comes across to a German audience.

Sabine, the author, then follows up with successive character assassinations of her own mother’s childhood memories of Nüremberg. One should do well to remember that a woman her age at that time longed for the camps, the toghership and the adventure. Hitler didn’t speak about exterminations or war then, he only spoke of national unity instead of the chaos that had preceded him, and he actually delivered on that in the early years(a key to understand why people followed him, which is a fact many people forget when looking back)

German says:

Part 3:

It was natural for many Germans to go to different mass events, because they had boring, trivial lives. Yet she can’t even let her own mother go, a final stab with the hatchet has to be made even on her very own deathbed.


Nazism lasted for 13 years. The German people have existed for well over a thousand. We have a long, rich and very varied history.

Make no mistake, if I would be forced; I would take her side versus Otto’s, but her issues with her heritage are deep – and neurotic – as well as without any grounds in any real, deep knowledge of German history. An outsider’s ignorance can be forgiven for this, someone with her background has no such excuse, even though I know self-hating Germans may be popular among some crowds(just as self-hating Jews are).

As for Otto: why would he feel the need to boo gays or mexicans? I feel no sympathy towards him. There doesn’t seem to be more to comment since he doesn’t appear to be a nuaced character(or at least that’s how the author portrays him, rightly or wrongly)

In both cases, as I said in the beginning, Germans don’t come out well.
It’s an embarrasing article for us Germans. One bigot and one obsessed with self-hatred.

Brian says:

Brilliant article. As a gay, Jew by choice who studied German, this hits home on so many levels. Based on the discussions I had with young West Germans in the 1980s and 1990s, I think the author accurately portrayed the attitude of many Germans of the time. Patriotism was definitely not encouraged. I never saw Germans waving the German flag nor discussing pride in one’s country. From my perspective West Germans took more pride in being part of the European Union. One German friend told me that she considered herself European first and then German. This unease with patriotism actually helped me as I had always been ambiguous (and still am) with American patriotism

I don’t think the author is a self-hating German. She’s only retelling her experiences and thoughts and critically examines the tribalism that we all are a part of.

Lynne T says:

In writing this piece, he author appears to have overlooked something that I would have thought relevant about the choice of Ruth Westheimer to lead the parade:

Westheimer was born Karola Ruth Siegel in Wiesenfeld (Karlstadt), Germany, the only child of Orthodox Jews, Julius Siegel and Irma Siegel née Hanauer. In January 1939 she was sent to Switzerland by her mother and grandmother after her father was taken by the Nazis.[2][3][4] There she came of age in an orphanage, and stopped receiving her parents’ letters in September 1941. In 1945, Westheimer learned that her parents had been murdered in the Holocaust, possibly at the Auschwitz concentration camp.[3][4]


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Pride and Prejudice

Growing up in Germany, I was raised to be unpatriotic. But in multicultural New York City, where everyone loves a parade, ethnic celebration can also carry undercurrents of hatred.