LaRouche can be regarded as Gandalf's equal in the real world of today, who has already restored many a person to sanity. On the other hand, Gandalf probably does not represent a person anymore, at this stage, but a process, just as Grima Wormtongue represents a process in the saga. In this context Gandalf the White represents a process for scientific and humanist development, the development of the human intellect that LaRouche is promoting.

That recognition changes a lot of things. It tells us that what would not be possible for LaRouche to achieve as a single person, he can achieve through a process. That, indeed, is happening.

LaRouche's process is unique. Also, it is still developing. It is a process keyed to our time. The privatization of the mentality of society during the post-war period had been highly successful, especially within the baby-boomer generation. It grew out of the terror campaigns of the post-Hiroshima era, overlaid with McCarthy's own terror persecutions. The combined terror had made cowards of many, who consequently allowed themselves to be easy targets to be corrupted. However, the process of that corruption is not a linear process in the long run. The privatization of the thinking of society needs to be pursued slowly at first, so as not to be obvious, but in order to maintain it, the intensity of the process needs to be constantly increased. This poses no problems of the process and its owners until a generation gap is reached, and then another one. Suddenly the new generation gets shocked with a lot of crap that has been built up over time. That shock becomes quite visible to some of the more alert of the youth of today. Those who awake in this manner, with a little help mostly from LaRouche, become real human beings again.

From this kind of background unfolded the International LaRouche Youth Movement, a movement rich in leading edge humanist development. Some call it the "University on Wheels" powered by a type of education that can no longer be found in the universities.

The resulting movement may be called a movement of the sublime. As it exists today, as small as it is, it is causing no small tremors in the halls of power. In this sense, what Tolkien suggests in metaphor, represented by Gandalf the White, can actually be implemented, and is being implemented.

Tolkien is also correct about another thing. In the saga, after Theoden is restored, Tolkien does not allow the traitor Grima Wormtongue to be executed. He allows him to be released, to be let go. That suggestion comes from Gandalf in the saga.

Indeed, how else would one rid oneself of a defiling process. A sword would do no harm to it. A sword cannot touch a process. But one can let it go. At this point the process becomes powerless. This sublime act of letting the whole privatization thing go, to cast it away as worthless and evil, is now slowly being understood by the advance guard of today's alert young people.
Be aware of old axioms - Helms Deep - a trap for nuclear war.

Tolkien also understood that one single battle won, doesn't win the war. With Theoden restored to sanity, many of the old axioms will remain, which are hard to break. When the restored Theoden is told about the approaching armies who will soon invade his kingdom, he chooses to seek safety for his people within an ancient fortress into which he flees and boxes himself in, together with his riders.

The name of this fortress is Helms Deep. It quickly becomes a death-trap. An army of ten-thousand beast-men besiege it and slowly break the defenses down, one by one.

It is difficult to determine the metaphor of Helms Deep. The battle at Helms Deep cannot represent World War II. World War II was fought on an infinitely larger scale in a wide open warfare that spanned two continents. It was a war in which over fifty million men were fighting each other for a span of years, not days, in which over fifty million people died, and countless many more had their life utterly uprooted.

Next Page

|| - page index - || - chapter index - || - Exit - ||

Stories about War from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche