9 November 1989: ‘Something there is that doesn’t love a wall’

Though nothing will drive them away
We can be heroes just for one day
We can be us, just for one day

I can remember
Standing by the wall
And the guns, shot above our heads
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall

And the shame was on the other side
Oh, we can beat them, forever and ever
Then we could be heroes just for one day
We can be heroes
We can be heroes just for one day

– Heroes, David Bowie

On 9 November 1989, three days before this iconic photograph was taken, the East German government – amid some confusion – announced that anyone wishing to visit the West would be granted a visa. Ecstatic crowds surged at the Berlin Wall and guards were left with no choice but to open the various gates and checkpoints. That night ended  forty years of division between East and West Berlin. I was born three months into the Berlin blockade and airlift; on the night of 9 November 1989 I watched as Newsnight broadcast the amazing scenes from Berlin, a five-year old daughter asleep upstairs, dreaming, perhaps, of a brave new world.

A YouTube video captures the drama and emotion of that incredible night:

Germany Wall Anniversary

Berlin ‘Wallpecker’

The other day, Timothy Garton Ash wrote in his Guardian column about the promise of  ‘the year of miracles’ before going on to discuss the reality of its legacy:

Nineteen eighty-nine was the biggest year in world history since 1945. In international politics, 1989 changed everything. It led to the end of communism in Europe, of the Soviet Union, the cold war and the short 20th century. It opened the door to German unification, a historically unprecedented European Union stretching from Lisbon to Tallinn, the enlargement of Nato, two decades of American supremacy, globalisation, and the rise of Asia. The one thing it did not change was human nature.

In 1989, Europeans proposed a new model of non-violent, velvet revolution, challenging the violent example of 1789, which for two centuries had been what most people thought of as “revolution”. Instead of Jacobins and the guillotine, they offered people power and negotiations at a round table.

With Mikhail Gorbachev’s breathtaking renunciation of the use of force (a luminous example of the importance of the individual in history), a nuclear-armed empire that had seemed to many Europeans as enduring and impregnable as the Alps, not least because it possessed those weapons of total annihilation, just softly and suddenly vanished.

On opendemocracy.org, Neal Ascherson wrote:

It wasn’t until June that I realised what was underway. In the Europejski Hotel in Warsaw, we journalists read the inrush of election-result printouts and realised – suddenly – that Polish communism had collapsed. And even then, realising that a non-communist Polish government was about to upset the whole balance of Europe, we did not quite get it. Even then, none of us understood that the whole imperium from the Bug to the Rhine was no more than an old wasps’ nest hanging from a roof – dried-out, abandoned by the stinging hordes, ready to fly to dust at a blow.

But the people did get it. They had lost something – not exactly their fear, but their patience. Suddenly it seemed unbearable to go on accepting these systems, these portly little idiots in their blue suits, for another year, and then for another day, another hour. That special sort of impatience is the power-surge of revolution. As they poured into the streets in Leipzig and Prague and Tbilisi and Riga, did they think they might be shot? Yes, possibly. In Georgia and Latvia and Lithuania, many were. But, with their patience, the people in the street had also lost their respect for the men with guns, the portly idiots in uniform. They could kill, but they were no longer real. A future without them had all at once become very real.

We know so much more now about how 1989 happened. The fall of the wall was consequence, not cause: it was made inevitable by the opening of the Polish Round Table the year before. Above all, by Gorbachev, who went round Europe and the world unlocking the gates and telling everyone that the tanks would not come. Western diplomats and journalists didn’t take him seriously. The party leaderships beyond the Elbe did, and they knew real fear.

It was a real revolution. But with one missing feature. That is the feeling in a people that “We have done it once, and if the new lot let us down, we can do it again!” It was that proud, menacing confidence which made the French revolution special. But it’s not around in 21st-century Europe. After 1989, the people handed over liberty to the experts. Will they ever want it back?

Over 100,000 people attempted to cross the border between East Germany and West Germany or East Berlin and West Berlin between 1949 and 1989. About 1,000 of them died. The first victim at the Berlin Wall was Ida Siekmann who died on 22th August 1961 as a result of injuries caused by jumping out of a window at the Bernauer Strasse, where the Wall divided the street down the middle. The first victim shot at the Berlin Wall was Günter Litfin, who was killed on 24th August 1961. The last victim shot at the Wall was 20 years old Chris Gueffroy, who was killed on 5th February 1989.

Probably the most horrifying death was the shooting of Peter Fechter. At midday on 17 August, 1962, he and Helmut Kulbeik, two teenage citizens of the GDR, jumped from a ground floor window on Zimmerstraße, Berlin, into ‘the death strip’ – an area of no-mans land leading up to the Berlin wall. As they reached the wall, ignoring orders from the GDR guards to halt, they were fired upon, with a total of twenty one shots. Helmut made it over the wall to safety but Peter was hit a number of times in the back and abdomen. Seriously wounded, he lay a few yards short of the wall shouting for help. Hundreds of citizens of West Berlin gathered, shouting demands at the GDR guards and American soldiers to help Peter, though they did nothing. Bystanders were prevented at gunpoint from assisting him and it was reported that American soldiers received specific orders to stand firm and do nothing. After fifty minutes of cries for help, Peter fell silent. It was events like this that had a powerful effect on my generation; I remember one of the first imaginative essays I wrote in school at the time was about a Berlin Wall escape attempt.

His body was eventually removed  by East German border guards. In March 1997, two former East German guards faced manslaughter charges for Fechter’s death and were sentenced to 20 month’s imprisonment on probation.

The last person shot trying to cross the Berlin Wall was Chris Gueffroy, was just 20 years old when he died in a hail of bullets as he tried to flee East Germany on the night of February 5, 1989. His mother, Karin Gueffroy, appeared movingly in Saturday night’s BBC2 documentary, The Secret Life of the Berlin Wall, in which she recalled hearing the shots that night, and went on:

I’d always compared him to a small wild horse who you couldn’t cage in.  I had to go to the Stasi again and again, and when I was there they explained to me that the state had acted properly – my son was a criminal.   Then one of them said to me, ‘Frau Gueffroy, you saidyourself that your son was like a wild horse.  And what do you do to wild horses that can’t be tamed?’  I looked at him and said, ‘You shoot them’.  And he nodded.

Walls Are Not Everlasting

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbours.’
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbours?’ Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbours.’

– ‘Mending Wall’ by Robert Frost

Free Free Set Them Free

And have the walls gone? Far from it; in 2009 there are walls built, being built or planned in numerous locations around the world, including: Israel’s 436 mile through Jerusalem and the West Bank, the wall that American soldiers built around the Sunni district of Adhamiya in Baghdad, the U.S. – Mexico wall built to prevent entry to United States, walls of earth, rock and sand stretching 1,700 miles between Morocco and Western Sahara, border fortications separating North and South Korea.

Nilin, West Bank: A demonstrator places a Palestinian flag on the Israeli barrier during a protest marking the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall.


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