I have read and enjoyed much of Bonhoeffer and SK. Both of them were inspirations for me for decades.
For me, the reality of our species as mammals, as many vast herds of hairless large-brained primates with vocal boxes and opposable thumbs and a repertoire of over a dozen instincts–this is the reality in which every tribe and herd on the planet lives–whether we acknowledge it or not.
The National Socialists, and the newly energized factions all inspired by Trump, they are not the Other, they are us. We are all members of one vast herd.
When we feel repelled, angry and baffled, our responses will include, “There, but for accidents of heredity and settlement, go I, go us.”
In other words, “That could be me.”
All these heroes– Bonhoeffer, Kierkegaard, Nietzsche–long dead, inspired me at various times in my sojourn.
Now it’s our turn. Just as Bonhoeffer’s futile example inspired me, our example might inspire a sliver of the population fifty years hence.
They will be able to say, “Well, thank God some people didn’t fall under his spell. Thank God not everyone succumbed to racism and brutality and fascism. There were brave people who resisted, even if they didn’t stop the juggernaut.”
Now it’s our turn.