Friday, December 12, 2014

Films We Like: Decision Before Dawn (1951) Part Three

Saturday Night At The Movies


 American theater poster for Decision Before Dawn,
Werner and Kneff billed after Baseheart and Merrill (1951)

Redux:  Saturday, January 5, 1963: At 8:00 PM PDST, NBC's Saturday Night At The Movies aired the television premiere of Anatole Litvak's Decision Before Dawn, a story of a young German soldier captured in late 1944, who decides to work for the Americans as an intelligence agent behind German lines.

The film was important as Hollywood's first German-American co-production in the aftermath of a world war and twelve years of nazi atrocities.  Stretched out on my family's living room floor watching the film on television, I didn't have a more nuanced view of the world.  I was aware that I was watching a movie (and a war film! Neat!), a story portrayed by actors -- and that almost every one of them were German, not American.

Years later, I became interested in the production as an artifact of European, and American, film and culture.  Most of the Germans acting in the movie were anonymous; they received no screen credit, something SAG or AFTRA would never allow in a production made in Hollywood. Who were those actors? I wondered. What did they do during the real war, and where did their careers take them?
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It's mid-December, 1944. An American officer, Lieutenant Rennick (Richard Baseheart), joins the staff of an American intelligence unit based in France as its new communications officer. Commanded by a Colonel Devlin (Garry Merrill), the group's mission is to train and handle German POW's who have agreed to act as spies, undertaking missions behind the lines and reporting back.

Devlin explains that a General Jaeger, commander of a key sector of Germany's western front, has made a private offer to surrender units under his command -- opening a huge hole in the line that would allow Allied forces a route over the Rhine and into Germany.

One wildcard is the Eleventh Panzer Corps -- American intelligence believes it's in the area of Jaeger's command, but if it doesn't surrender when the rest of Jaeger's troops do, any U.S. forces pushing forward to exploit the sudden opening in the German lines could be walking into a trap.

Karl Maurer (Oskar Werner), an idealistic young German, has volunteered to perform intelligence missions under the code name "Happy", and joins Devlin's unit. 

 Devlin (Merrill, At Right) Tells 'Tiger' (Blech, Left) That
Lt. Rennick (Baseheart, Center) Will Be Part Of The Mission

The team's German radio operator had been arrested on a previous mission with another volunteer, Rudolf Barth (Hans Christian Blech), code-named "Tiger".  Devlin isn't certain he's reliable -- Barth needs to dominate whatever situation he's in. However, 'Tiger' was born, raised, and has contacts in Mannheim, where the operation will be focused.

With time running short, Devlin decides to use 'Tiger', but includes Lieutenant Rennick on the mission; he's the only qualified radio operator available who can replace Tiger's missing partner.

Rennick sees every German volunteer -- even the quiet, idealistic 'Happy' -- as a lower life form ("They're all a bunch of lice"), but Col. Develin tells him bluntly that his personal opinions don't matter: They have a job to do, "and from now on the only (opinion) is the right one for the job."

'Tiger' will have to hide Rennick at a safe house in Mannheim to meet with General Jaeger's representative about a surrender, while  'Happy' is assigned to locate the 11th Panzer Corps' headquarters, return to Allied lines and report back in six days -- before the surrender operation begins. All three men will be parachuted at night into Germany;  'Tiger' and Rennick near Mannheim, and Maurer / 'Happy' outside the town of Altmark, near Munich.

Maurer has a new last name (Steiner), but still a Luftwaffe corporal and a Sanitätsoffizier (Medic). His cover story is that he's traveling from a hospital after recovering from wounds to rejoin his unit.  In truth, he will have to travel wherever necessary to find the location of the 11th Panzer Corps.

No one is sure how well Maurer will perform -- but if he loses his nerve and is unmasked as a traitor, the mission will fail.

Maurer lands successfully, makes his way to Munich, and along the way learns the 11th Panzer Corps has moved near the town of Glessheim.  Also, Karl finds himself in the company of a portly SS Corporal (Wilfreid Seyferth), interested in benefiting from some of the three months' back pay Maurer is carrying as a part of his cover story.

He takes Karl to a Gasthaus in Glessheim, with rooms and food (for a price), and a number of women looking for whoever can provide a good time, love, or safety as the war is coming to an end.  Karl also learns the 11th Panzer Corps has moved, but no one knows where.

He meets one of the women, named Hilde (Hidelgard Kneff), and also makes the SS corporal suspicious of him.  Alone with Karl, Hilde at first confronts and then confides in him. The next morning, the Corporal has arranged a ride for Maurer on a truck; it's also clear the SS Corporal has arranged for another soldier to watch him.

 

The truck is stopped at a roadblock set up by a military unit looking for replacements, and not above coercing them into service. The officer commanding the roadblock (Werner Futterer) orders Maurer and the others marched off to an unknown destination.
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Part Three (Click On Images To Enlarge; Nett und Spass !)

The march ends at the headquarters of a panzer unit; the officer commandeering troops spots Maurer's red cross armband, orders him to step forward, and sends him off with a senior sergeant (Til Kiwe) dressed in full black German army tanker's uniform, a bit of a rarity at that stage in the war. 

 

Kiwe (Not Identified) Interviewed 
For The BBC Series, World At War, 1972

Maurer is clearly going to be kept in this unit; his mission for the Americans is now in jeopardy. Taken into a former baroque mansion, now transformed into a military headquarters, he watches a lieutenant (Walter Ladengast) beg a Colonel not to have him shot -- by returning late from leave, the man is charged with desertion. 

 

The Colonel, von Ecker (O.E. Hasse), tells the condemned man that military law can make no exceptions; the lieutenant begs for his life, but the Colonel only gives the man a cold stare and a cutting remark, then orders him taken away.

 

Von Ecker leads Maurer into his quarters / office and asks him to identify items on a tray. Karl sees a digitalis-based drug and replies it's used to treat symptoms of angina; the Colonel has heart disease.  Satisfied, von Ecker tells him that in the event of an episode, the dosage needs to be precise -- "an overdose or delay could be fatal."


He shows Karl a sofa in the office where he can sleep; Maurer overhears the Colonel on his telephone directing his adjutant that, even though his troops are "in General Jaeger's area, that they will not take orders from anyone but me."

Maurer also sees a tactical map, with the position of the 11th Panzer Corps (which von Ecker's unit is part of) clearly marked. It's also clear the corps is converging on Mannheim -- where General Jaeger was planning to surrender his forces, allowing the Americans to cross the Rhine.  von Ecker's remarks tell Maurer that Jaeger's plans are known, and that American forces are walking into a trap.


The information 'Happy' now has is critical. He must get out of the headquarters and back to American lines -- and an opportunity presents itself that night, when von Ecker has an angina attack. Karl hesitates in preparing the injection of digitalis, but for only a moment ... he administers the dose and saves the Colonel's life.


The next morning, von Ecker is awakened by his adjutant (Harald Wolff), and reminded to sign the order for the lieutenant's execution.  von Ecker thanks Maurer, asking if there is anything he can do to show his gratitude; Karl immediately asks him to spare the lieutenant's life.

 
The Colonel says, with regret, he can't. "Your job is to save lives, even the unworthy; my job is to take them, even the worthy."  The war is lost; victory against the allied armies is impossible, von Ecker says, but before the execution he will have to tell his troops the exact opposite.

Then, he telephones his adjutant and orders that Maurer be put on transport to rejoin his unit; "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" As his truck leaves the headquarters, they pass the body of the dead lieutenant, hanging from a tree with a sign around his neck, "So become all traitors to the Fatherland".

Maurer is in a column heading for Mannheim (while the trucks are German, the tanks are not; the U.S. Army supplied American M47 tanks and drivers for the film).  Outside Heidelberg, the column finds a bridge has been bombed out; it stops, and all troops are ordered to dismount.
 

Somehow, riding on Maurer's truck is the Corporal with eyeglasses (Arno Assmann; see Part Two) who had  been watching him when he had left Glessheim. As they dismount, the man loses his glasses; Karl helps him find them, and the man introduces himself as Ernst Randemann -- just as the column is strafed by allied fighter-bombers.


As he and Randemann take cover on the ground, Maurer suddenly realizes the man is shooting at him with a revolver; he misses -- but the fighters make another strafing run and Randemann is wounded. "I'm finished -- but you won't get away," he tells Maurer. "We know about you!"


Maurer draws his own pistol, kills him, and searches his body as the air raid continues. There is an Erkennungsmarken identity disc around Randemann's neck, showing him as a member of the Gestapo; Maurer also finds a page from the Wehrmacht security 'Black List' -- the current list -- showing his false identity, Karl Steiner. His cover is blown; as 'Steiner', he is liable for immediate arrest.

 
Maurer tries to cross a bridge into Mannheim, but runs into a control point and tosses his "Karl Steiner" identity papers into the river.  Telling a skeptical SS officer (Erik Jelde) he'd lost his papers in an air raid, and is passed on for detention.

Placed under guard with a group of detainees, Maurer gives his true name -- but forgot that his own identity disc around his neck shows his name as Karl Steiner. When it's checked, Karl runs -- into a crowded rail yard, between trains, and on into Mannheim.


In the city, he's challenged by a roving security patrol and runs into (ironically) the ruins of the Mannheim State Theater, and is only able to escape by chance when air-raid sirens go off and the patrol rushes to a shelter.


With the air raid still on, 'Happy' runs through a bombed-out urban wasteland, then stumbles into a street sign pointing to Neckarstrasse. He suddenly remembers the address of the safehouse in Mannheim -- 18 Neckarstrasse -- and eventually finds it.

Sargent Barth, 'Tiger', is not happy to see Maurer, but Lieutenant Rennick listens with interest to Karl's information about General Jaeger's surrender being a trap.  Suddenly, there's a knock at the door -- Jaeger's representative, an officer in civilian clothes named von Schirmeck (Peter Lühr), comes in and calmly reports the surrender is off; the General has been wounded and taken to a hospital -- one surrounded by SS guards.

Rennick suggests that von Schirmeck and other officers on Jaeger's staff could still go through with the plan, but the officer says it isn't possible; the risk is too great. "And besides," he adds, "we should have done something a long time ago."

 

Rennick says that as German officers, they never acted against the nazis in the past. "They're right to call you traitors -- you've betrayed yourselves".  Von Schirmeck leaves, but not before telling Rennick "it's easy for you to talk; you've never been in our shoes."  Rennick adds, "And I hope we never will".

The radio brought in by Rennick and Barth was damaged in an air raid.  The supposed 'surrender' of Jaeger was supposed to occur within the next 24 hours, and Maurer's information has to be reported back immediately.  Mannheim is on the Rhine, which separates the German and American armies; "You expect to swim?" Barth says, and to his surprise Rennick agrees."Why not? You afraid of a little water?"

The three men go the apartment belonging to Barth's brother in the same Neckarstrasse building; they'll need his help to get close to the river, Barth says. The brother is out; they're met by Barth's nephew, Kurt (Adi Lödel), a 13-year-old wearing a Hitlerjugend armband.

Kurt overhears Rennick discussing escape with Barth and Maurer, and runs out of the apartment. Barth follows and grabs the boy in a stairwell; it's clear he may kill his own nephew to keep him quiet. Rennick stops Barth ("He's just a kid!"); the panicked boy runs into the street and raises an alarm with a column of armored vehicles. An officer orders the immediate area searched.



Maurer, Barth and Rennick hide in the ruins of a nearby building. Kurt joins in the search -- then spots Rennick in the shadows. For a long moment, they look at each other... and instead of shouting for help, the boy turns away, walking back to the officer in charge of the armored column.




The "spies" the boy had reported aren't found; a sergeant tells the officer, "Max, he probably made it all up". The boy says nothing; the officer agrees and calls off the search.


The Rhine is divided by a large island, meaning Rennick, Barth and Maurer will have to swim the river twice and evade any German troops.  Getting down to the riverbank for the first leg of their journey, Barth tries to run; Rennick shoots him, which draws the attention of a squad of soldiers. Maurer and Rennick run into the river through a hail of rifle shots and swim out to the island.


Tired, both men take a short break in the shelter of some rocks. Maurer has told Rennick a new factory has been moved into Würzburg; it's operational intelligence and that's his mission. Karl asks if the factory will be bombed. "I hope so; why?" Rennick asks, and Maurer tells him that his father has just been assigned to the hospital, next to the factory. Suddenly uncomfortable, Rennick suggests they keep moving.


Reaching the other side of the island, Rennick and Maurer can see the west shore is being fortified. Trying to make it under barbed wire and back into the river, they're spotted by a patrol. Rennick gets through the wire but Maurer is caught; he waves Rennick on, then stands up and runs towards the patrol, sacrificing himself, as Rennick swims for the far bank and safety.


Rennick makes it to shore, only to be fired on by some defiladed American troops until his shouts suggest he's an American, too.


In a hut beside the river, Rennick is put next to a stove, given a shot of brandy and a blanket. His commander, Colonel Devlin, has appeared and telephones the news that the 'surrender' of German forces in the area is a fiction. While on the phone, Devlin learns that in northern Germany, another army group had seized a bridge, intact, at Remagen; "We're on our way into Germany."


Devlin sees Rennick is affected by Maurer's death -- but for him, that's being soft. The mission was everything; "the kid" was just another method of ensuring Allied victory. He sends Rennick back to their new unit headquarters for a short leave, turning him over to his old driver.  "Too bad about the kid, sir," the driver says, "But, he was just another Kraut."

At this point, we hear Rennick / Baseheart's voice in narration, mirroring the movie's opening sequence:
They say a man can only be killed by forgetfulness -- and lives, so long as he's remembered. So long, 'Happy' -- let your true name remain unknown. But let your deeds be a key to the meaning of treason. It was for me.
The camera pans in on Rennick, with a typical roadside shrine in the background, as the soundtrack swells: The End.

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Afterword: History, or, What About This Movie? [Warning: Still Under Construction, This Bit]

British film director Mike Leigh was interviewed last week on France24 about his most recent movie, and answering a general question, made the observation that "There's world cinema -- and then, there's Hollywood." Each creates something in an identical medium, but with totally different goals and frames of reference in translating the experience of life.

In 1949, Stalin was alive; the Soviets tested their own Atomic Bomb that year; Mao's Chinese Communists seized control of mainland China. What would seem like the beginning of WWIII was about to happen in Korea. In the U.S., Senator Joseph McCarthy (when he wasn't blind drunk) had been dragging actors and screenwriters in front of the House Un-American Activities Committee to demand they answer the musical question, "Are you now or have you ever been a member of the communist party?"

Hollywood promised to 'clean its own house'. A blacklist of anyone named (or even suspected) as a Red quickly sprung up -- a simple extension of power the studios had always had. But Hollywood could also perform another service -- with a new enemy on the horizon, our former enemies in WWII were needed as 'strategic partners' to contain the expansion of Russia and China.

Hollywood had spent the war convincing the American public in scores of B-films that Germans were rapacious, evil monsters. It was typical war propaganda... until newsreels in late spring of 1945 showed images from Europe's concentration camps and killing centers. To anyone watching them, the sketch Hollywood had made about the Germans seemed pale; what kind of people could do that?

Now, that same public had to be educated, convinced, 'sold' on a sudden about-face that might have made George Orwell's smile. (At the same time Western intelligence agencies, and industries, were using former nazis as assets in our shadow war with the Red enemy. The Russians, of course, had their "own" Germans [an American joke at the time was, 'Our Germans are better than their Germans'].

(And past a certain point, East Germany (the DDR) would just cease looking at it's immediate past; only the glorious Socialist future mattered.  In West Germany (the BRD), only the glorious American-style 'free trade' future mattered -- and its attempts to grapple with the nazi past and what it had really done to Germany and its people were initially awkward, but at least they took place.)

The Big Lift

Decision Before Dawn was a classic Cold War marriage of film studio and government expediency to humanize former enemies, but it wasn't the first film of its kind 20th Century Fox had made. The Big Lift was released in 1950, starring Montgomery Clift and Paul Douglas as USAAF pilots flying food into a divided city during the Berlin Airlift of 1948-49.  The movie quickly establishes them as a couple of typical American Everymen; just two Joes doing a job.

All of the film's location shots were made in Berlin during May and June of 1949, a month after the Russian blockade of the city ended, and -- like the cities in Decision -- Berlin still clearly showed damage from years of bombing and weeks of street fighting.

Douglas' character already has a German girlfriend, but he treats her like a pet or a child; Clift meets a war widow and falls in love. Through Clift's interactions with the 'widow' (Cornell Borchers), he's a stand-in for American audiences who were asking themselves the same questions after watching those newsreels a few years before: How could something like the nazis, the war and the Holocaust, happen? Who are these people? and, After all that, how do we treat them now?

Montgomery Clift And Cornell Borchers, The Big Lift (1950).
[Cornell has the Mongo Seal Of Approval™]


Paul Douglas' character had been a POW during the war, and while out with his German girlfriend sees a former Stalag guard who tortured him; Douglas nearly beats the man to death -- but his character shows remorse, and his attitude changes towards Germans in general. Specifically, his demeanor changes towards his girlfriend, whom he begins to treat with more sympathy and equality-- and at the end of the movie Douglas' character has arranged to be posted to Berlin.

In the script, Borchers' character fails to manipulate Clift into a sham marriage, because other Germans see it as immoral, dishonest, and tell Clift the truth. She also seems connected to a shadowy, pro-nazi underground -- and the German characters are seen to reject that, too. By the end of the film, Clift has had his heart broken, Borchers is left with her shame, and Berlin Bleibt Berlin -- the American, British and French sectors, anyway.

Decision

Fox hired Litvak, a man with unimpeachable personal and artistic credentials, to direct a film with some simple messages: It was clear what Hitler and the nazis had done across Europe, and specifically to their own country. The German people should have taken whatever risks to remove them from power. They didn't -- and so deserved whatever they got. Most viewers in an American audience would share those feelings.

By comparison, in Vertel's script the film's main German character would make moral choices and act from them, even at the risk of his own life. It was a heroic stance, something both German and American audiences could identify with, if for different reasons. And, every story needs a hero.

But in addition to the hero, one of the film's goals was to convince viewers that there were "good" Germans -- essentially decent people who tried to live their lives, even though they (as the Maurer character says) "just closed our eyes and went along". They would have to live with the shame of that choice, but they were the ones who would build the new, prosperous, "free" Germany from the ashes of the old -- with America's help, of course.
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Decision, like The Big Lift, is a curious artifact of American - European collaboration in filmaking at a time when the world was being shaped by two global superpowers. The currents driving Hollywood shifted from one form of wartime propaganda to another. 

A couple of notes about timing:  Decision supposedly  starts on December 8, 1944. Baseheart's character reported to his unit in Mormemntiers on that date, and Maurer came to see him ten days later on the 18th. On  December 16th, the Ardennes 'Battle Of The Bulge' began, but in the film, we hear nothing about it.

Maurer is trained for his role as an agent, and other action occurs before he, Barth and Rennick are parachuted into Germany for their mission -- but we don't have any sense that much time has passed. At the end of the film, when Rennick is sitting in a hut after swimming the Rhine, his commander hears that a bridge at Remagen has been captured intact.  That actually happened on March 7, 1945, four months after the film begins; Vertel may have been playing with actual chronology a bit.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

... Meine Damen u. Herren; Liebe Kinder ...

Ausfetzen-Musik


Eine klassische Amerikanische Pause Sprichwort: Geh'n Wir alle zum Foyer / Geh'n Wir alle zum Foyer / Geh'n Wir alle zum Foyer / und hab' uns Wir ein Hundeleckerl.*

(* Let's all go to the Lobby, usw.; ...and have ourselves a Dog Treat.)

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Monday, October 27, 2014

Friday, October 24, 2014

New York New York

New Ebola Patient Appears In Manhattan

 Amazingly Fat Congress Man Explains Things To Us

Again, it should surprise no one that a Doctors Without Borders physician -- one of the people putting themselves at risk to contain the outbreak in west Africa -- returned home a week ago, and has presented with symptoms of Ebola.

One of the CDC guidelines for those who may have been exposed to the virus is to take their temperature twice a day and report the results. Yesterday morning, the doctor reported his temp at 100.3 F (not 103, as the media had first reported), and has been isolated in a hospital setting along with three others who had close contact with him since his return.

The office of New Yourk's Civil Preparedness spokesperson Deborah Biddle Stevens has advised the city has a contingency plan should the contagion spread, "And all those tacky sick persons spoil things for people who really matter", or if those perishing rise from the dead and run for Congress or other public office.




















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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Reprint Heaven: Talk Amongst Yourselves


Go Ahead. We Trust You.

(From March, 2010. And still pertinent.)

As I said a while ago, I'm not entirely sure about continuing to blog.

If this was the principal focus of my day, I'd be happy to opine on all manner of Stuff™. If I were both educated in depth, and employed in, a field that deals with many of the subjects I like to talk about, it's possible I'd be offering original ideas that might have a positive outcome for actual people.

But I do have a job, and a life, and if I spend time here, I don't want to just make wisecracks while passing along the wisdom of others, prophets spraypainting wisdom on their own subway walls. It's not very original, and not very satisfying.

I do like keeping tabs on what's happening. I like having an opinion about things, and putting it out there (It's something the Intertubes is famous for; talk about Democracy -- you can tell people you speak for the High Thetan Council Of the Magellan Cluster, or post your mother's favorite recipes, with equal abandon). I enjoy looking at situations, and can make an educated guess about what may happen based on nothing but what I know, everything I read, and on whatever currents in the culture or world events I smell with my Dog's Nose.

But all that is an illusion -- the idea that making pronouncements about the State Of Things is any better than reading tea leaves... and in that sense I'm no less equipped to prognosticate than a majority of the paid "policy analysts", bombasticating from their Institutes in and around the Beltway. The difference between them and myself is, they believe they can shape reality with their opinions, and are paid handsomely to do so; I know that the world is too slippery a place for anyone to say what will happen, and when. We can't even agree that facts are actually facts any longer, and that spells trouble.

It is a fact that we, in America and elsewhere, have been screwed while still wearing our pants for a long time; and the game is so rigged in favor of a tiny segment of the population that the immensity of it is barely comprehensible. We can see the world in motion, right in front of us, rising and falling in new patterns like a fantastic kaleidoscope every hour of the day. I have opinions about all of it, but they are just opinions, and they are only mine.

I joke that three people and a superintelligent parakeet are the only ones who actually read Before Nine, but in truth I never started doing this for any other reason than to have a bit o' fun. It certainly wasn't about popularity or money.

While I care about politics and economics, I'm neither an economist, financial analyst or political organizer. There are, however, other things I care about -- it's what the masthead says: One Person's Art and Literature. So perhaps this Blog will continue, but if so its focus is likely to change. We'll see.

It probably will, because some people do read it. After all -- you don't want a superintelligent parakeet pissed off at you. You don't. Trust me.
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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The Walking Dread

Ruh-Roh

A Funny Parody, When You're 9,000 Miles Away.  In West Africa? Not So Much.

Where you and I are standing / At the end of the century /
Europes have sprung up everywhere / as even I can see /
There on the horizon / There's a possibility /
Some bug from out of Africa / will come for you and me/
Destroying everything in its path / from sea to shining sea /
Like the Great nations of Europe / In the 16th century
-- Randy Newman, "The Great Nations Of Europe"

El Rog The Magnificent, trapped in his own veal pen at work, as I am, made another as-usual-trenchant observation about the current health crisis in America earlier this week after the announcement that the first nurse from Dallas Presbyterian had been hospitalized.

"The government says, 'We have the finest healthcare system in the world', and, 'We're not like Africa -- it can't happen here'," El Rog says.  "Everyone goes to sleep. You want the government and people in this country to wake up and pay attention? Then you don't say 'Ebola' -- you say, 'Zombie Apocalypse'.  Then they'll pay attention."



The Ebola epidemic is horrifying. Not because its further spread will have an unknown effect on the politics of fragile 'African Domino' states. Not because of an effect to world financial markets; and not because of the possibility that its exponential progression will almost guarantee a wider spread into Europe, America, or Asia. It's horrifying, because human beings living in scrabbling poverty with little hope are dying, faster and faster. 

Someone Else's Problem 

On Tuesday, the World Health Organization announced that  in west Africa, Ebola has claimed more lives. They estimate that if the disease continues to infect humans at the same exponential rate, this outbreak will produce a minimum of 5,000 new cases per week by the first of December, and (worst-case) as many as 10,000.

Before September 28, when symptoms of the first patient in the U.S. were finally recognized and he was admitted to a hospital, spokespersons for the World Health Organization and Doctors Without Borders had gone in front of the media and done everything but scream at the UN, EU and American governments for not organizing resources and money to contain and reverse what was happening in Africa. They warned that the epidemic was "spiraling out of control", that the window of opportunity to deal with a massive health crisis was closing.

 
Ebola In West Africa By The Numbers (Virology Down Under Blog)

For months, caregivers in the field and the epidemiologists in their labs were struggling against the perception in western Europe and America that yes, Ebola was a terrible hemorrhagic viral disease -- but a remote African disease, an African problem. Similar illnesses had popped up in single, isolated cases in the west, the media reminded us, and all were quickly contained because of a superior healthcare infrastructure.

We were also reminded that it was harder to contract the disease than flu, malaria, or half a dozen other illnesses endemic in west Africa. But through the spring and into the summer, the outbreak spread and epidemiologists knew it was different than any sporadic, rural brushfire outbreak in the past: for the first time, Ebola had found its way into urban areas.

But, the EU and United States governments were too preoccupied with their own internal politics and economic situations to listen very closely to the alarms being sounded by international public health agencies and NGO's. Not doing more to help reverse the progression of the disease almost guaranteed that, sooner or later, the danger which had come out of the forest would begin spreading beyond Africa.

It's Money That Matters 

America has emerged, superficially, from the worst effects of The 2008 Crash. Our economy is still wounded from the excesses of the Bush years: America spent a trillion dollars violently projecting itself into the world during a decade marked by a War On Terra

Many people have amnesia around the damage done by the excesses of an unregulated shadow banking system: the U.S. economy lost over a Trillion dollars in personal worth -- at one stage, the Dow Jones had declined by ten thousand points.  Some few made money -- the Blankfeins, the Moxilos, the Fulds; they made an aggregate hundreds of millions of dollars, personally. Meanwhile, millions lost their homes, their savings, and their jobs; lives were destroyed.  In the wake of a ten-year Forever War and the destruction of its middle class, America prefers to ignore what happens in the rest of the world as much as possible.

For its part, the European Union after the 2008 Crash has spent years teetering on the brink of dissolution. The fragile economies of Portugal, Italy, Greece and Spain were kicked to the curb by the failures and excess of  the financial crisis. There was public talk in member states of abandoning the Euro, which would effectively have meant the end of the Union.

The EU is a hard-won culmination of an old idea: to prevent future European wars and to develop economic power to compete with the West or East. To those who believe in a united continent, returning to a splintered, every-country-for-themselves Europe is unthinkable. To shore up the Union, its leaders preached a combination of forced austerity programs (the stick), and loans for EU states like Greece (the carrot), principally underwritten by Germany's banks.

It's worked so far -- but the veneer of recovery in the EU is even thinner than in America. Instead of a single integrated national economy, they have 28 separate ones. The German economy now appears to be losing power, and sudden expenditures to deal with a military or health crisis could break the delicate balance of shoring up the EU's weak economies.

As the United States retreated from Empire, a civil war broke out in Syria and has ground on for two years; America dithered for a year and a half over providing support for moderate Syrian rebels. The Arab Spring erupted; Libya destabilized, and Egypt went through two revolutions; the Israeli - Palestinian conflict exploded.

And this spring, a real wolf appeared at the door: ISIS -- violent, murderous, oppressive. America and Europe hesitated in dealing with it, and even when the Islamic fascists began seizing more territory in Syria, northern Iraq and Kurdistan, the U.S. continued to waver. Now, ISIS' gains have brought it to the doorstep of Baghdad. It's clear that bombing alone may degrade ISIS but not stop it -- however, America is not about to re-introduce troops into Iraq, or anywhere. 

Making it even more complex is the split between the Shiite and Sunni branches of Islam. For generations, the west (America in particular) has supported the Sunni House Of Saud -- but since 1979 Iran has risen to dominate the Shiite world, and their intent is to eventually dominate the Islamic world -- possibly with the threat of developing nuclear weapons.

Against the background of all this Sturm und Drang, Ebola began appearing on the radar of western governments as more than just something happening, you know -- over there.

America's Ebola Outbreak Will Be Televised

 Na Gahana Happn: AMC's The Walking Dead

In the first week of September, the WHO and Doctors Without Borders described the Ebola outbreak in West Africa as spiraling out of control . What prompted their near-panic wasn't only what was being seen on the ground, but statistical models of the outbreak's progression created in the United States and Europe showing a steep rise in the number of total cases.

It's only a guess, but when the models were presented to the National Institutes of Health and the Centers For Disease Control, it got people's attention. Worst-case scenarios predicted total case numbers at over a million infected by January of 2015 -- and with a current 70% case fatality rate, this meant deaths in the hundreds of thousands -- at which point the chance that Ebola will spread elsewhere becomes a near-certainty.  

The further it spread, the harder each outbreak would become to control. There would be a strain on the healthcare system of any country where it appeared, possible disruption of transportation and supply networks, and a rising sense of panic -- difficult to control if there was a lack of public confidence in any government's ability to deal with the disease -- political instability, civil disorder. And It wasn't the Zombie Apocalypse, but close enough.

Some probably argued that if Ebola were to appear in America, containing the disease would be difficult -- but they were overruled by those who believed that kind of talk was alarmist. We need to prevent panic! Protocols to deal with infectious disease were in place, and we have the best healthcare system in the world! 

Still, the only way to reduce risk to America and Europe was to stop the disease where it was developing, in Africa, as the WHO had been pleading for. The U.S. government was reluctant -- taking the lead to lend assistance could mean paying most of the costs, involve us in the internal politics of African states, and many other governments were tired of the U.S. leading anything larger than a lawn sale. The EU also did not want to lead any effort -- putting logistical, medical and technical resources in the field costs money -- so they hesitated as well.

Then, on September 28, a man returned to the emergency room at Dallas Presbyterian Hospital. He had been seen there days before, and despite telling the ER nurse at that time he had just returned from west Africa, he had been sent home. Now he was even more ill; this time someone finally connected the dots, and everything changed. Ebola had made its appearance in America.

In Europe, a nurse in Spain (who had helped to treat a missionary with Ebola in a Spanish hospital, after his being med-evac'd from Africa) also presented with the disease. Then, a nurse in Dallas who had helped treat the initial American patient began running a fever and tested positive. a week after that, a second nurse on the man's treatment team also ran a fever, but was allowed by CDC regulations to travel on a commercial jet before returning to Dallas and testing positive for Ebola. Five days after returning from Africa, a physician working with Doctors Without Borders also presented with a fever and other symptoms.  

The initial appearance of a man with Ebola in Dallas triggered public health officials to make soothing noises about how efficient our healthcare system is, and about modern science in a technologically advanced country like America. Then, the two nurses were hospitalized and confidence in what national officials were saying publicly about the disease and our ability to control it took a stumble.

It shouldn't surprise anyone that a man who had contact with a person infected with Ebola lied about it on a questionnaire while traveling to Dallas from Liberia. It also shouldn't be a surprise that there were apparent issues with the protocols developed with the CDC and IID for use with an infectious disease, because they had never been tested in a live-fire exercise, so to speak. That's never happened before

As it turns out, caregivers apparently cannot have any exposed skin when working with a person seriously ill with Ebola. There may be a higher potential for nurses and physicians to come in contact with the virus during a complicated de-gowning procedure. It may not be a good idea to allow a nurse who helped treat such a patient and then develops a low-grade fever to use public transportation (say, a jet).  

And, we may have a model healthcare system, but the majority of hospitals are not equipped to deal with this disease -- isolation in negative-pressure environments; treatment; waste disposal, or security -- and so unprepared hospitals could become centers not of treatment, but large biological hot zones that would actually help spread the virus.

A reappearance of Ebola in America or Europe or Asia will continue to be possible until the numbers of new cases in Africa declines and the outbreak burns out. There is also a relatively unprecedented effort by European and American pharmaceutical companies to test and put an Ebola vaccine into wide-scale production.

As the west has finally put resources into Africa, the concerns (and they're very real ones) are that the outbreak has already progressed past a tipping point, and that resources are too little, arriving too late.  And, the probability that vaccines being developed will be effective, produced and distributed in enough quantities to slow the progress of the disease, is unknown.

At the moment, a world-wide pandemic of Ebola, disrupting communications and supply lines, destabilizing governments and causing mass panic, is not that likely. However, if by January, 2015, worst-case scenarios are realized and 1.6 million cases have been reported -- if people begin falling ill in the massive slums of Lagos, Mumbai, Lahore; and if more cases appear in Europe and America (particularly if they are not healthcare workers, or recently arrived from abroad), then the Zombie Apocalypse, without the zombies, will have arrived, and Buckle Up for the next few years.

Ebola's coming to Europe or America from an out-of-control epidemic in third-world countries which other governments paid little attention to until it threatened their security shouldn't really be a surprise, either -- but it does seem to have surprised a good number of people. Meanwhile, the outbreak in west Africa continues, where it is not a parody, or a joke, but a tragedy.