In the name of Hippocrates, goodbye to Nazis, Habibi!

By the Hippocratic Oath - No Nazis, Habibi!

Sure, some individuals who shouted idiotic phrases during Pentecost on Sylt have offered apologies. But is that believable? Can it last? Most importantly, can they be accepted back into society?

I talked with a friend about Sylt today, not about the next holiday. All the nonsense has been said, but where does it go from here? Will #sylt be able to be used freely and freely again? And why do so many people focus on Sylt, where similar incidents could occur in Fehmarn, Usedom, Vechta, Düsseldorf, and numerous other places in Germany (and around the world)?

My friend, who has been visiting the so-called beautiful and wealthy island since his childhood and with his own children, wants to think aloud with me. He wants to offer these little jerks a chance. "How?" I wonder at first, but he's serious. The man is not a couch potato, but a doer. He is first and foremost a doctor and has sworn the Hippocratic Oath, which states that he will do everything possible to restore his patient to health: "The well-being of my patient will be my highest concern. I will respect the autonomy and dignity of my patient. I will maintain the highest respect for human life." Because a doctor doesn't usually get to choose his patient (unless he's just working privately).

The patient in our acute case is Germany, with 80 million people, and all those who have not yet emigrated should help restore the patient to health. Or, put another way - my friend wants to give the people in the former Land of Poets and Thinkers a chance. And if you think: "Does the woman have no other concerns?" I would answer: "No!" But I don't really agree. However, I believe that the topic of #sylt and everything it entails is still not off the table, just because two weeks have passed in the country. The topic is off the table when we no longer hear Nazi slogans, when integration works, and when there's less destruction rage at universities (which is not a protest, there's far too much destruction rage involved). So, I would have said that as well.

Out with the Nazis, Friend

My friend is now thinking about this: And that is, taking the Polo shirt and Porsche proletarians under his wing to enable them to rejoin society. "For my own sake," he says, "I don't want the same thing to happen on my beautiful island." Certainly a pious wish, I think, but if you don't believe in the good, you can just take your own life. "A good idea," I say, mainly because he thinks I'm a moral authority. After all, he doesn't want to be seen as a "Nazi sympathizer" in the wrong crowd.

Just putting my right hand (I'm a left-hander) into the fire, I would do anything for my friend not to be considered a Nazi sympathizer or even a Nazi friend. "I understand you," I say, "I was just thinking that this can't go on anymore." Despite that, child molesters or people who beat their wives - or a university president who marks contributions on X with "liked it" in which Israel hatred and anti-Semitism is spread - in our country actually have more rights and pixels available than the cashmere fascists from Sylt's Whiskymeile.

They can only leave, I thought, when the video found its way from social media into all news broadcasts. While I was still hoping that I wouldn't recognize anyone on the video, the news came that a friend's son had recognized someone there. Some employees were warned, but the son couldn't believe that he had ever worked with this jerk. "He didn't know how he worked," I told my friend. "It was really bizarre." "Exactly," my friend says, "and we need to get them, make it clear that this is no joke, in the wheelchair drunk or not." My friend believes we should welcome them back in our midst, "we've wasted too much time already."

Unfortunately, we both agree that Sylt is just the tip of the iceberg, that fascist fetishists have been raging, harassing, and mocking all over the country for a long time. And since parents of the young people who think they can get away with anything as young people can't get their children out of these unpleasant situations, other measures are needed. These parole singers (who are probably not very nice people in real life, these parole singers with or without Nazi grotesques) think they are above everyone, no matter where they come from.

If you have a friend from Zamunda, you can easily claim that you have nothing - not even a pinch - against blacks. Or Turks ("I love doner, Habibi!"). But the less privileged, whatever their color (you speak French, of course, a study year in Paris, thank you, Grandma, for lending us your Porsche), don't fit into the picture.

"It won't be simple," I eventually admit, "what are you planning on presenting to them? A democracy internship?" "Yes, something along those lines. I want to engage with them, listen to what they have to say, and listen to HOW they say it. Introduce foreigners to them who they wouldn't recognize as such. But also people with different skin tones or beliefs." And good luck finding foreigners willing to talk to questionable gangsters and beautiful women. "I'll check it out," I reassure.

My friend is curious about why someone would be standing on the street singing mindless songs. I suggest attending a carnival, but I say: "Yes, and then what? Do they receive a certificate? 'Hereby, Dr. xy, certifies that Klein-Adolf has completed my democracy training.' With the motto: 'What you don't want, will happen to you.' This doesn't apply to anyone else." My friend chuckles. "Your boot camp, is it possible to do this online?" I ask again. "No, this must occur in person, so I can observe their reactions when I inform them that our country would be rather average without foreigners, that we would become smaller or even vanish."

He's a doctor, so it's understandable he'd want to help even at the most basic of gatherings. He believes they'll comprehend that their experience at elite boarding schools or universities in England and internships in the US are for the privileged few if they don't grasp that they were "foreigners" in those contexts. "They should understand," he thinks, "that their education came from so-called elite institutions. The ones who don't understand are the 'bad foreigners.'" "Your word in God's ear," I reply, "but they differentiate between good and bad foreigners. They may not be capable of more nuance." However, I reassure him that I'll support him as he embarks on this endeavour. I also want to speak to someone so simple-minded to see if there's more to them other than primitive herd mentality.

Suddenly, I think of the character of Eliza Doolittle (played by Audrey Hepburn in the musical "My Fair Lady"), and Professor Higgins (played by Rex Harrison) wanting to transform the uneducated young woman into a worldly woman. My friend acts as a modern-day Professor Higgins, aiming to transform theoretically well-educated but confused young individuals into some version of a regal figure. I believe it's an intriguing concept. Eliza's plan worked out well.