Executing the ministers: the young hemingway and a greek tragedy | thearticle

Executing the ministers: the young hemingway and a greek tragedy | thearticle


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Hemingway forged his innovative style when he was young. The stark, intense and dramatic account of an execution in _in our time_ (1924), one of the best things he ever wrote, conveys


sympathy for the victims while narrating their death with apparent objectivity. He was not in Athens when the ministers were executed on November 28, 1922 and relied on newspaper reports for


the facts behind his description. But he heightens reality by imagining the wet weather, the traditional hour of dawn and the shuttered hospital. The hard rain, dead leaves and degradation


of one victim all accentuate the injustice and cruelty of the tragic event: “They shot the six cabinet ministers at half-past six in the morning against the wall of a hospital. There were


pools of water in the courtyard. There were wet dead leaves on the paving of the courtyard. It rained hard. All the shutters of the hospital were nailed shut. One of the ministers was sick


with typhoid. Two soldiers carried him downstairs and out into the rain. They tried to hold him up against the wall but he sat down in a puddle of water. The other five stood quietly against


the wall. Finally the officer told the soldiers it was no good trying to make him stand up. When they fired the first volley he was sitting down in the water with his head on his knees.”


Ironically, the ministers are shot against the wall of a closed hospital whose shutters, conclusively nailed shut, echo the Crucifixion. The pools of water suggest the blood that flowed from


the bullet wounds. The wet dead leaves in the courtyard, emphasised by the rhetorical parallels, “There were pools . . . There were dead leaves,” foreshadow the inevitable fate of the men.


One minister, sick but imprisoned, suffers a humiliating death. Carried downstairs and propped up like a dummy against the wall, he slithers helplessly into the puddle while his silent and


impotent colleagues watch him. The officer’s remark, “it was no good,” casts doubt on the ethics of the execution. During the first volley—there must always be a second gunshot to make sure


of death — the dead man “was sitting down in the water with his head on his knees,” crumpled up like the broken-down man in Picasso’s _Old Guitarist_. His undignified death recalls the


saying of the Mexican revolutionary Emiliano Zapata, “better to die on your feet than live on your knees.” The firing squad evokes the horrific images of innocent victims in Francisco Goya’s


_Third of May, 1808_ and Edouard Manet’s _Execution of Maximilian _(1869). Hemingway (_pictured above_) intensifies the effect of this episode by eliminating all the essential information


that readers would expect to find in a news story. He does not explain who the ministers were, why they were shot, who shot them, when they were killed, where they were killed and what


happened after their execution. CM Woodhouse’s _Modern Greece_ (1998) provides the historical background that Hemingway deliberately left out. In October 1920, the Greek Prime Minister,


Eleftherios Venizelos, ordered his troops in the Greek city of Smyrna, on the west coast of Turkey, to advance against Mustafa Kemal’s army. On October 25 King Alexander died of a monkey


bite and was succeeded by King Constantine. Woodhouse writes, “The army in Anatolia, inadequately equipped and led by inexperienced officers appointed for their loyalty [to the new king],


marched on to its destruction.” The Greek offensive to conquer the Turks, who had been defeated in the Great War, began on June 15, 1921 and after a series of victories reached the River


Sakaria in August. It was the final obstacle between the Greeks and Ankara, the Turkish capital, and the line on which Kemal chose to fight. In August, he counter-attacked and won a


brilliant victory. Constantine, leading his troops, broke off his assault, and throughout August and September the Greeks were driven 330 miles back to Smyrna. In three months Turkey


regained all the territory it had lost in the war. Woodhouse adds, “While Constantine desperately shuffled prime ministers and commanders-in-chief, the Turks mounted an overwhelming


offensive against Smyrna. It began at the end of August 1922 and ended in complete victory within ten days. Smyrna was sacked and looted; every Greek inhabitant who could escape took to the


sea; the Greek government ordered the demobilisation of the army and resigned; Constantine abdicated and retired to Sicily, where he died four months later.” After the withdrawal of Greek


troops and civilians from Turkey, the military junta who had seized power in Greece needed scapegoats. In what Woodhouse calls “one of the most lamentable and uncharacteristic acts of modern


Greek history”, five senior, pro-Constantine ex-ministers and one general (not _six_ cabinet ministers) were put on trial for their lives before a military court of eleven officers.  In


October 1922 Hemingway reported on the Greco-Turkish War (_pictured above)_ and in November he was at the Lausanne Conference, which ratified the territorial acquisitions after the Turkish


victory. The war was over before he arrived in Turkey and he never reached Anatolia or Smyrna (_pictured below_). But his powerful short story, _On the Quai at Smyrna_, vividly describes the


retreat and evacuation of the Greek army from that city, which enabled the Turks to burn down the Greek quarter and massacre the civilians. When the fleeing Greeks couldn’t take their mules


with them, they broke their legs and pushed them into the water. In another brilliant vignette of _in our time_, “Minarets stuck up in the rain out of Adrianople,” Hemingway described the


horrific conditions of the refugees. They were forced to leave Turkish territory after the defeat in Anatolia and driven on foot to seek safety across the Greek frontier. In a dispatch to


the _Toronto Daily Star_ on November 3, 1922, three weeks before the execution, Hemingway explained what he’d deleted in the vignette: “When Constantine came into power all the officers of


the army in the field were suddenly scrapped, from the commander-in-chief down to platoon commanders. Many of these officers had been promoted from the ranks, were good soldiers and splendid


leaders. They were removed and their places filled with new officers of Constantine’s party, most of whom had spent [World War I] in Switzerland or Germany and had never heard a shot fired.


That caused a complete breakdown of the army . . . Artillery officers who had no experience at all took over the command of batteries and massacred their own infantry . . . That is the


story of the Greek army’s betrayal by King Constantine who was responsible for the Greek defeat.” Constantine had fled and was no longer available. But the junta arrested almost all the


politicians who had briefly served in consecutive governments during the Asia Minor campaign. These men were held responsible for the military defeat and tried for high treason. The popular


Venizelos had initiated the disaster but was not in office when it occurred, so Constantine’s ministers were blamed for the catastrophe. The accused included three former prime ministers and


only one soldier, the white-haired and goateed General Georgios Hatzianestis, Commander-in-Chief of the Greek army in Asia Minor.  Despite Greece’s promises to the Allies, the trial from


November 13 to 27, 1922 was not fair. The accused were denied access to important documents, a long written defense by Dimitrios Gounaris was not admitted and his plea for medical


postponement was rejected. Though Gounaris was sick during the trial and the mentally ill General believed his legs were made of glass and easily shattered, neither illness nor madness saved


them. All six once-powerful defendants were sentenced to death, and there was no appeal. The British government called the trial judicial murder, and the _New York Times_ compared it to


Robespierre’s slaughter during the French Reign of Terror. The tall, thin Prince Andrew, brother of King Constantine, had been commander of the Second Corps in Asia Minor. He was first


sentenced to death and then, after pressure from his blood relations in the royal families of Europe, banished from Greece for life. The prince and his family, including the one-year-old


future Duke of Edinburgh who was carried in a wooden vegetable crate, were evacuated on a British cruiser and sailed from Corfu to Brindisi on December 4. One eye-witness foreign reporter,


who signed himself S.S.P., described (in the _Current History Review_ of April 1923) the execution that was hastily carried out, before protests could mount, at 11am on the day after the


sentence. “Gounaris was in a clinic suffering from typhoid when the sentence was issued, but at 7am three trucks full of policemen called on the hospital and transported him to the Averoff


prison trembling with fever and wrapped in a blanket.” At the prison in northern Athens, named for the Greek benefactor who paid for it, “Gounaris, white-pale from his sickness and


staggering, had to be supported.” The army was eager to shoot him before he died. Like a character in a Greek tragedy, “Nikolaos Stratos, in parting from his son, was heard to say, ‘You will


have my curse if you ever interfere in politics.’” Two of the old victims polished their monocles as if to see more clearly, and calmly or nervously puffed their last cigarette. One


officer, degrading the General, declared: “You are unworthy to wear the military insignia,” and tore off his medals. The number five kept recurring as the five standing men were placed in a


straight line five meters from each other, and the five-man firing squad stood five meters from the prisoners. They all refused to be blindfolded when faced with death. The commander raised


his naked sword and shouted, “Attention! Take aim! Fire!” A sixth soldier fired shots through the heads of the dead men. As the reporter followed the truck carrying away the corpses, he saw


through the flapping back curtains “the white-haired head of Protopapadakis moving to-and-fro with the jerks of the camion,” as if he were still alive. In 2010, 88 years later, the Greek


courts reversed the convictions and ruled that the victims had been incompetent but not treasonous: “They had been scapegoats to appease public anger at the humiliation that the Greeks had


suffered. They had no desire to see Greek forces defeated, and had been in reality just victims of circumstances they were unable to control.” A MESSAGE FROM THEARTICLE _We are the only


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