In 1949 a woman published a book proclaiming…
She goes on to candidly describe her words as a “formula”:
She continued on to say: “Its meaning is very simple, that being a woman is not a natural fact. It’s the result of a certain history. There is no biological or psychological destiny that defines a woman as such…. Baby girls are manufactured to become women.”
She gave a famous interview with Betty Friedan that same year: “A Dialogue with Simone de Beauvoir.” This was recorded in Friedan’s book, “It Changed My Life: Writings on the Women’s Movement.” In it she uttered remarkable words that to some may have been prophecy, but to others were living reality. Maybe you can see the horror in what she said, and also take note of the “depth” of Friedan’s “disagreement” with her…
Freedom of choice? Not in de Beauvoir’s ideal world:
In response to Friedan’s thoughts that wives and mothers should be reimbursed for their housework if they choose to stay at home and take care of her children, de Beauvoir responded as follows. Read her words carefully, they live on in full force in the minds of ideologues the world over, especially in the United Nations, the European Union, and Germany.
No, we don’t believe that any women should have this choice.
“No women should be authorized to stay at home to raise her children.
“Society should be totally different.
“Women should not have that choice, precisely because if there is such a choice, too many women will make that one.
“It is a way of forcing women in a certain direction.
A global reform of society
So the vision is revealed: a worldwide society without choice, without freedom, with only the path available prescribed by one’s betters. de Beauvoir reveals the true goal of communists, a world where there is no iron curtain an outraged citizenry can tear down. But one day there was an iron curtain, and before it was torn down, as these ideologues know, women had no choice there, either. There was only one image of humanity to conform to. . . shaped by thinkers like them.
Such a place was East Germany. Here is the story of an individual set free from just such oppression as feminists envision for the entire planet. When the Berlin Wall gloriously came down, many, many were set free. This woman, though, whom we know as D’rorah (Freedom) was also set from her burden of sin and selfishness.
This is part of her story. It reveals what the global reform of society holds in story for us common folk.
I grew up on the Baltic Sea in East Germany under a communist government.
The government controlled people’s lives from birth till death. They told you what to think, what to speak, what to do, and what not to do. They told you that Russia was your friend and America was your enemy, and they told you that there was no God. There was no freedom of belief. They took your possessions, your lands, your animals, and your business away from you. They closed up the borders and killed everyone who wanted to escape their oppressive rulership.
The government had set up a complete system for child education from a very young age on:
5 months till 3 years = Kindergrippe
3 years till 6 years = Kindergarten
6 years till 16 years = School
16 years till 19 years = Apprenticeship or College
Most of the time both parents had to work in order to make a living. This was no problem because “Father State” took care of their children. [de Beauvoir: “We don’t believe any women should have this choice. . . precisely because if there is such a choice, too many women will make that one.”]
I became one of the educators for little children from 5 months till 3 years.
I thought it was a good thing to love the children. When I was 19 years old, I moved to Berlin and there I got my first group of children. I had 20 children at 1 year old — all by myself.
I worked from 6 am till 6 pm for 390 DM/month. Money was not so important to me, but I loved the children. They became like my own children. I taught them how to walk, to speak, to eat, how to sing, to play games. I was there when they got sick and had a fever. I cared for them as if they were mine.
It was not just babysitting, but we also had a daily plan of what we needed to teach them. It was under the close control of the state. Nothing was allowed to be taught that was not approved by the state. The children had to sing songs to honor the socialist government. The system and our lives were presented through “rose-colored glasses.” People were afraid to speak what was in their heart. It could cause lots of trouble, so it was normal for people to overlook these things.
I gave myself to caring for “my” children. Sometimes I even took them home for the weekend, because they were crying at home, calling for me.
When they were 3 years old, they went to the next education level — Kindergarten. I had to give them up! This was so hard both for me and the children. I got sick with a high fever (40°C) and just cried until I felt dead inside. I needed a few weeks until I could look at children again. I went twice in my life through this torture before I quit my job. I had come to the point where I had to ask myself, “What am I doing here? These children are not orphans. They all have parents, but where are they?” [de Beauvoir: They are part of the “global reform of society” — its vanguard.]
I understood that they were not my children, but whose children were they? They went from one education level to the next, all under the control of the state, not the parents! Something was wrong.
My life was also wrong. I was not able to have lasting relationships, but I didn’t understand why. I didn’t see at that time how strong, proud, and rebellious I was, unwilling to submit to a man that was not perfect. I was lonely and looking for love, security, and protection. There was so much hurt, so much compromise, and so much selfishness and sin that it piled up to heaven.
Then it happened. I got pregnant. I was so happy, although I knew that I was going to have to raise the child by myself. This was not unusual in East Germany, because “Father State” would help support me and my child.
I was never so happy in my life than during the time of my pregnancy. I would have another human being who would belong to me, and I could love and care for it.
Then the day of the birth came and I found myself in a hospital, alone — but soon I would have my baby. After twelve hours of labor, I found myself with complications. The baby was stuck and all my contractions stopped. The doctor got very nervous. He tried three times through a suction to get the baby out, but it didn’t work. Finally he took a special kind of tongs and with pulling, pressing, and pushing the baby came out… but… he didn’t breathe! All the doctors and nurses took care of him. The time was passing, but his arms and legs were hanging limp. He didn’t breathe.
Then I prayed: “God, if you exist, please give me this boy. I don’t want any other child except him. I will take care of him and give him back to You. I can’t give him life, but You can!”
Then I heard a quiet sound coming forth from my boy. He was alive!! I felt heard by God. He gave him life. Who was this God who gave life and heard my prayer? I wanted to find Him.
When I got home from the hospital, I went to church to fulfill my vow to give my son back to God. He got baptized as a baby. How should I raise him up for God? There was no answer to all my questions.
I read the Bible and didn’t understand anything in it. At least I tried to obey the Ten Commandments, but I wasn’t able to do that either. I felt so lost. I looked at my sweet baby boy and asked myself, “How can I give him back to God?”
I was alone and had to work, so before long I had to bring him to the first education level. Oh, no! But there was no way around it.
[Yes, Communist East Germany was the “workers paradise” — at least in this regards — that de Beauvoir ardently hoped for: “No woman should be authorized to stay at home to take care of her baby. . . precisely because if there is such a choice, too many women will make that one.”]
My baby got sick leaving me, so…
When he was almost 1 year old, I brought him there, but he would not eat or drink. He would just cry and cry and cry until he got a fever and was sick. This repeated itself several times until a doctor gave me a permission to stay home till my child would turn 3 years old. The government would give me some money during this time, too. I was amazed but very thankful. I turned my heart to him as well as I could, but I knew it was not enough.
I was 30 years old and looked back on my life and all I saw was devastation because of my selfishness. What could I give my son? I had nothing. I felt so lost and alone.
During this time was the call for freedom in our country. Yes, I wanted freedom. I wanted that my son would be able to be free to do what was on his heart. I would fight for it!
Together with many thousands of people we held several demonstrations, asking for more freedom in our lives. Then the miracle happened on November 9, 1989 — the wall of Berlin opened up! I went over to West Berlin on that very night. The whole city was full of joy and thankfulness and kindness. People were laughing and crying for joy.
For the rest of her story, connect to this link: “Freedom of Belief.“
So there was such a time as Simone de Beauvoir and other radical feminists and communists envision for us all. There were whole nations where women did not have the choice de Beauvoir would take from them in the “global reform of society” she longs for. One of them was the eastern half of Germany, a communist nation. Is this the future united Germany aims at? Does anyone realize “what is baked in the cake of gender mainstreaming“?
It does not really matter to those who would reshape the clay of humanity more to their liking, who would not let women have the choice to stay at home and raise children, precisely because so many women would make such a choice. No, it does not matter to them because their hearts are like iron. The embarrassing fact remains that the inhabitants of East Germany made a powerful statement about life in the “workers paradise of East Germany” by fleeing to the West.
So bitter, so humanely oppressive and offensive was the experience of living under such a totalitarian regime, that they still are fleeing. And leading the way fleeing former East Germany are women. Did you know that?
Note the words, “since the fall of the Iron Curtain”:
[Germany is unique because it is] “still a divided country. Because of the emigration of 1.7 million people—mainly young, qualified, and female – from eastern Germany since the fall of the Iron Curtain, which is more than 10 percent of the former population, as well as the enormous drop in the birthrate. This generation is halved, and if you add the emigration of young families, it is even more than half. This generation born in the 1990s will be in the parent age from 2015 on. We will have halved number of newborns again from 2015 on. Of course, this has an enormous effect on schools, infrastructure, and so on.” (Reiner Klingholz, director of the Berlin Institute for Population and Development)
So sad is the condition, that houses are being daily torn down in East Germany to hide the facts that the towns are shrinking and so many don’t want to live there:
“By 2012 an estimated 300,000 empty residences will have been torn down in eastern Germany since the start of the government-backed urban redevelopment plan starting in 2002. Another 250,000 empty residences will follow by 2016.”
As Heiko Voight, deputy mayor of Sonneburg, Germany says: “We are trying to keep the town looking good.”
“The reality is that the German population is shrinking and towns like this one are working hard to hide the emptiness. Mr. Voigt has already supervised the demolition of 60 houses and 12 apartment blocs, strategically injecting grassy patches into once-dense complexes.”
Hiding the emptiness of life
Yes, hide the emptiness of parents without authority, of children without discipline and structure in their lives, of women persuaded to leave their little children in day care — silencing the cry of their hearts — so they can earn more money to hide the emptiness of modern life.
This is what Germany has offered our children that it has torn from their mothers’ arms, women who actually wanted to raise their children themselves, who loved them. This is why so many of our children have run away from foster care, even at the risk of their lives. (See “Running away from foster care” for some of their stories.)
Our children fled today’s Germany as another generation fled East Germany.
Well, they still are, aren’t they? Judges today are outlawing emigration, just like judges then. The present and the past look more alike each day.
In the future there will be no Berlin Wall to tear down if the radicals get their way. To get there they must use brute force, but we can testify that they are willing to do just that.
Yes, step by step a society is “cooked” until no vestiges of humanity are left, or are able to be expressed in it. When no mothers raise their young, when parents hand over their authority to the state, surrendering their offspring to its control and programming, the stage for the darkest days of human history is set.