This article is machine translated by Google from Norwegian
He sells like soap – nine film stars and the ten richest people bathe in this foam. He is the world's most powerful, says a report distributed by the Los Angeles Times. "Should something happen to Henry Kissinger, Richard Nixon will become the real president." Tricky Dick got one there.
Kissinger is now far more of a man, then. Girls and high life and also some touching little features: biting nails and has actually got a bit of a belly! "On the bed are telephones and piles of documents. Kissinger comes in and throws his jacket ...” It's not every day you hear someone behave so humanely. Imagine: Kissinger comes in and throws his jacket... just like he wasn't a demigod...
But beware if you think this nail-biting and step-ness makes him someone you can talk to like a human being. "Once, when a young critic reminded Kissinger of the great responsibility he has, Kissinger looked at his watch and said: "Yes, I know that. In 30 seconds the bombers will come in over Hanoi". A complete god has answered. The young critic could not bring himself to say one word among all those that should have been natural:
"By what right are you sending the planes in over Hanoi, Mr. Kissinger? People will be killed by the bombs that are now being dropped. You know that! Do you hold them responsible for that? They are guilty of murder, Mr. Kissinger. They are a killer.”
Almost every day there are some lines about night sorties by B52s over central Vietnam. From time to time it is said that the US has set a new bomb record.
The B52s go so high that they are rarely detected on the radar. And they go faster than sound. The only warning the sleeping people get is the beeping of the bomb as it falls from the plane to the ground. But it only takes a few seconds. People just have time to wake up, then the bomb explodes. And immediately afterwards one hears the drone of the B52s as a death sentence on people who are already dying.
Red-hot pieces of iron carve up a family.
Gravel and blood rushing towards each other
and the gravel that wins.
The people cry out for light
The drone. The pain. The screams.
The warm blood.
The icy blast of the pressure wave.
And the roar of the B 52s
which comes again and again.
And the slow death under a wall
And the darkness
And the night that lasts so long
that the surviving child
is old, ancient,
before the sun rises.
Every time Kissinger looks at his watch, he knows what is happening in Vietnam, on the ground, under the "bomb blankets". And he could stop it – he looks at the clock and gives us thirty seconds – and all hell breaks loose. Over Hanoi or Quang Tri. But hell. Then, should we misunderstand the fun-loving step Henry, he can let the bombers slide in over selected parts of Paris or Scandinavia.
"By what right do you send the planes in over Hanoi, Mr. Kissinger?"
"... on his bed lie the peace papers..." millions of lives patiently waiting next to Playboy and Paris Match. See the huge crystal chandelier in his bedroom, see the bed sky – feel the power that crackles when Kissinger throws his jacket as easily as a bomb load!
Week after week, this Kissinger entertains Hanoi's negotiating delegation with "tweaks"
so that Nixon manages to send endless arms to the Saigon junta
so that Thieu manages to imprison hundreds of thousands of patriots in South Vietnam,
manages to send FNL prisoners to camps in Thailand for "elimination"
manage to send Mrs. Thieu in shuttle traffic between Saigon and Paris as her husband's banker with briefcases full of dollars for the purchase of land and houses in France when the United States finally buys no more heroin from Mr. Thieu and also otherwise takes his hand away from him.
Week after week, Kissinger keeps the world hopeful by walking in and out of cars, planes, nightclubs and television lines, squinting and empty. And every week brings a new bombing record, a new killing spree in Vietnam.
One murder a minute
And the Western press is queuing up to write off these sly creeps in the US press about "the man who is working to arrange peace in Vietnam". It's disgusting. It's creepy.
We must become the contemporary humanity that pushes for an end to America's genocide in Vietnam. We must renew and strengthen our demands to the Nordic governments that they break with Saigon and recognize the Provisional Revolutionary Government of the Republic of South Vietnam (PRR) and demand that the US withdraw from Indochina.
We must not fail Vietnam now in this critical time when the United States is planning another 1954. Now, if ever, the people of Vietnam need the support of the outside world, our vigilance, our anger, our solidarity.
(The article was written before the US began the massive bombing of North Vietnam.)