The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    NAPLES; A STUDY IN COMMUNITY SPIRIT!

    Regno di Napoli
    Kingdom of Naples

    1282–1816
    Flag Coat of arms
    Capital Naples

    Italy had the strangest attitude toward treaties and wars during the first half of the 20th Century. To paraphrase Lawrence Oliver:

    This is the tragedy of a country that could not make up its mind.

    Italy begins WWI on the side of Germany (albeit before the fighting broke out) and ends up fighting with the Brits and the French.

    Italy begins WWII on the side of Germany and ends up signing a separate peace pact with the Allies.

    You can see this Italian ambiguity in the person of El Duce.

    Benito Mussolini would give speeches in the 30’s denigrating the Germans for manufacturing theories about their super Arian Race. El Duce even entertained thoughts of backing the French in the years leading up to WWII and ended up as one of the Axis powers because he thought he would only lose a couple thousand troops in a war that would last a few weeks.

    By July of 1943 most of the Italian people had had it with El Duce; 200,000 Italian boys had been stuck fighting on the Eastern Front; food rationing as a program was failing, spreading hunger across the land; and the Allied bombing  raids were not only killing civilians but also destroying buildings in their most ancient of cities. So Mussolini’s own party takes him down and imprisons him.

    It did not help matters that Patton and Montgomery had already conquered Sicily and were landing on the Toe of the Boot!

    By September of 1943 the makeshift Italian government signs an armistice with the Allies; even though El Duce had been freed by the NAZI’s and was claiming his own mobile government within the bounds of NAZI occupied Italy.

    THE FOUR DAYS OF NAPLES

    Greece and Italy, for thousands of years had no concept of ‘nation’ as we do today. City States ruled the day centuries before Christ. And to some extent, many Italians carry on their belief in the city state as their primary governmental and cultural unit.

    Naples began as one of these city states established by the Greeks in the 9th century B.C.; a couple hundred years before the legendary Romulus and Remus established Rome as a city state.

    I watched The Four Days of Naples (1962) last night. It was actually nominated for two academy Awards including one for Best Foreign Language Film. It has to be one of the greatest films I have ever viewed.

    It begins with sailors and soldiers returning to their home in Naples. These young vets are jubilant!

    We have lost the war and it is over! Hurrah!

    Hitler has lost the war. Hurrah!

    Then under direct orders of Der Fuhrer, the Germans arrive enforce.

    Cowardly Italian Fascist leaders simply took off for the hills ‘handing over’ the City of Naples to the NAZI troops.

    Shortly after the film opens in jubilation, a German soldier claims that a returning vet attacked him and the young Neapolitan is summarily executed in a plaza after the commandant rounded up towns people to witness the event. The Italians were forced to kneel during the exhibition and applaud their new captors. It was like something out of Caesar’s Commentaries.

    Other ‘round ups’ go into effect and soldiers are seen muscling their way into public buildings and private apartments.

    And, all of a sudden it was like Naples was one large organism attacking a plague; a foreign bacteria that was threatening its very existence.

    Five or six NAZI’s are killed by ‘terrorists’ and hundreds of Neapolitans are rounded up and led to a sports arena. Fifty are then selected by the army for summary execution.

    Scores of Italians, ex-soldiers as well as citizens collect arms and begin firing on the German Soldiers and all hell breaks loose with the citizens in the arena running for their lives as the soldiers seek cover at the end of the arena.

    The action all takes place between September 27th and October 1st of 1943.

    The film is shot so perfectly that one barely has to glance at the subtitles to understand what is going on in each scene.

    Now initially, the ‘plot’ is difficult to follow until you ‘stand back’ and understand that the actual events of those four days are difficult to follow.

    This rebellion was not led by some Leninist Vanguard. No Committee was formed by the citizens of Naples to coordinate an attack upon their conquerers.

    The people just rose up like they were all part of some chemical reaction.

    The acting is superb.

    I do not know what it is about Italian women, but their emotional make-up has got to have some genetic source. They express their jubilance, their disappointments, their pains, their sufferings and their losses in such a manner as to wake up the dead. It is like they are all starring in some Greek/Italian tragedy!

    After seeing this film, I now know what Cassavetes was going for in all those independent films he made starring his wife. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cassavetes

    In the midst of all this chaos, in the midst of all this bloodshed; there are truly comic scenes presented onto the screen.

    At one point the citizen army barricades a city street with an old bus that these ad hoc soldiers will use to attack German soldiers and their tanks. An old man is standing on his balcony just over the bus and screams:

    Why do you choose to fight here! Have you no consideration for other people and their property!

    Hahahah!!

    In another scene a group of freedom fighters is barraging NAZI soldiers with bullets. One of the fighter’s wives is literally hanging on to him, pleading for him to come home. Hahahah

    Get away from me woman! Quit hanging on me. I am attempting to accomplish something here!

    Oh and the tragedy!

    A little boy is seen hiding from his mother throughout the film. He has found a helmet and wants to join in the fray. Later he finally accesses a rifle and finally shot dead in the street.

    Oh, and not all the women are weeping and wailing in their homes over the deaths of their kin or hanging onto their menfolk. Many women join in the mayhem, fighting with their comrades.

    In the final scene of the film the NAZI’s have given up and are leaving the city with white flags attached to their tanks and jeeps.

    Now the reason for this withdrawal might have to do with German Intelligence telling them that the Allies were at the gate; after all the Allies arrived within hours of the Hun retreat.

    But the film does not show one Allied tank; not one Allied soldier.

    And Wiki recounts that the City of Naples accomplished this German surrender on its own.

    The film is stupendous!

    The actual historical event is unbelievable.

    To some extent I suppose that places like Chicago or Boston are similar to the old city/states.

    But how can you top the kind of community spirit found in Naples during the war?

    Comments

    By your description , I would find the movie entertaining as well as informative.  I spent much of my active duty serving on a  Sixth Fleet flag ship.  I've been in many Italian ports.  Can't say Naples was my favorite, but each port becomes "what you make it."  As I got more familiar with Italy and Italians, I began to know more history and understand the differences between the Italian and my phiosophies.  Let there be no doubt...They did (and do) exist.  My first wife was the offspring of a Corsican beauty and an occupying Italian soldier.  Americans know little or nothing about European history.  American hubris IS NOT just a catch phrase.

    This winter, captured by the horrendous snow storms you Minnesotans dashed into NE Iowa, I was forced to read some excellent books.  Two of the titles were "Winds of War" and "War and Rememberance..." both written by Henery Wouk.  I am not a literary critic, but I must recommend both novels if one is interersted  (just a little) in understanding the Italian (European) psyche.

    I will locate your movie,

    Chuck


    Oh I know you will love this movie Chuck.

    And Wouk...well he is a great historian and those books are great reads. It has been decades so I must get to the library and reread those masterpieces.


    Look, Dick. We white Anglo-Saxon males need our prejudices, too.

    And one of our bedrock national prejudices is... the Italian impulse to flee the armed forces of other nations. Where would we be without jokes about Italian tanks having 4 speeds - neutral and 3 speeds of reverse? 

    Therefore, I have decided that this film must be... a fantasy film. Without historic basis. Probably propaganda, from the Naples Tourist Bureau or somesuch. 

    There. I feel better. Reality is back on its bedrock. "Courageous Italians!" HA! Good one, Dick! 


    Italian tanks having 4 speeds - neutral and 3 speeds of reverse

    hahahah

    I hereby render unto the Q the Dayly Line of the Day Award for this here Dagblog Site, given to all of him from all of me.

    hahaha

    Going back to Wouk...the Italians were just good at judging the changes in the Winds of War.


    Seriously though, the Naples story IS interesting to me - if this is what actually happened, historically. Because the Grand Myth of WW2 certainly didn't have many pro-Italian stories that I remember hearing. Just the Duce and the Pope and that was about it. Would be good to have a few more stories like this pumped up in the press, so the little assholes of today don't grow up as bigoted as the little assholes of yesteryear (such as myself.)


    Interesting subject DD. For me it brings up the rejection by a number of groups of the nation state of which they are apart. Such as the Chechens from Russia, the Baloch of Pakistan who want greater autonomy. The recent split of Kosova from Bosnia and Montenegro from the same area.

    The continued push for more autonomy from Washington by a number of state, not with out president if one looks north to Quebec. It would seem that the large nation state is falling out of favor.


    Exactly my thoughts!

    There is something to be said for the community, for the local...

    In Naples we have Greek/Italian bloodlines going back thousands of years.


    Indeed. Along similar lines, Germany has been trying for a number of years to get those who have immigrated there to assimilate into the German culture and they have finally had to admit that it has been an abysmal failure. The various cultures choose to remain to themselves.

     


    Hat tip to you DD.  Will check this one out -- and if you've never seen 7 Beauties, you should have a look at that one.  

    My mother's father was from Naples.


    I'll be damned! Grandpa was a Neapolitan! ha

    Seven Beauties huh? Sounds familiar but I shall look for it Anna!


    Half Finnish, half Italian.  Only in America.


    Is that better than half Finnish and half Scott ?


    I dunno, cmaukonen.  Are you half scot or are you all suomen?


    I am Scott on my mother's side and Finnish on my Father's side. My grandfather, Matti Maukonen, came over from Helsinki to Canada then to America.


    Everybody in my line came straight to New York and nobody has moved too far away even now.   On both sides, but on the Finnish end, the migration was Kuopio to 110th Street. 

    Quite a change there.  From Naples, not so much.


    The family story is that Matti was at the border at Niagara Falls with some buddies and they dared him to walk across so he did. And kept on walking.  Ended up in Ohio where he met my grandmother and eventually married her.


    Nothing is better than half Finnish, half Italian.  Oh, wait. . .that's me!


    My goodness, another one!

    A lot of Italians and Finnish up in these parts!


    Baci, Ramona! 

    I've only met one other person in my life with the combination.  We've been friends ever since -- for like forty years. 


    I'll have to look for that movie... Sounds great!  And I recommend Seven Beauties too. lol

    When I lived in Long Island City many years ago, it was in a neighborhood filled with Old World Italians. There was a small grocery store two blocks from my apt. called John's market, and I used to go there every Saturday. One day, when I was in a hurry, my total rang up as $19.42, and the owner, John said to me in his thick Italian accent, "That was a good year. I remember, I was a little boy, in Italy, and one day, this big white car came to my town, and out stepped Mussolini..."  I put down the grocery bag and he told me the story of the day Mussolini came to town and I thought to myself, 'God, I love this neighborhood."    


    WOW!!!

    it is funny my own ringups cause me pause like that; indicate a year.

    I never met el duce though! ha