06/24/2022
"Each step was so small, so inconsequential, so well explained or, on occasion, 'regretted,' that unless one understood what the whole thing was in principle, what all these 'little measures'…must someday lead to, one no more saw it developing from day to day than a farmer in his field sees the corn growing—each act is worse than the last, but only a little worse.
You wait for the next and the next. You wait for one great shocking occasion, thinking that others, when such a shock comes, will join you in resisting somehow.
You don't want to act, or even talk, alone; you don't want to ‘go out of your way to make trouble.’ But the one great shocking occasion, when tens or hundreds or thousands will join with you, never comes. That's the difficulty.
The forms are all there, all untouched, all reassuring, the houses, the shops, the jobs, the mealtimes, the visits, the concerts, the cinema, the holidays. But the spirit, which you never noticed because you made the lifelong mistake of identifying it with the forms, is changed.
Now you live in a world of hate and fear, and the people who hate and fear do not even know it themselves. When everyone is transformed, no one is transformed.
You have accepted things you would not have accepted five years ago, a year ago, things your father could never have imagined."
—Milton Mayer in They Thought They Were Free, The Germans, 1933-45 (published by the University of Chicago Press, 1955)
