Histoforum

De korte film 'The Wave' (50 minuten is gebaseerd op een experiment van de geschiedenis docent Ron Jones in Palo Alto (V.S.) in 1967. Deze kreeg van leerlingen de vraag voorgelegd hoe het mogelijk was dat iemand als Hitler zo'n aantrekkingskracht had op mensen. Toen hij het antwoord op die vraag schuldig moest blijven startte hij een experiment.
Dit experiment verliep boven verwachting. Na een paar weken was er een beweging in het leven geroepen, ‘The Wave’ , waarvan de leden op zoek waren naar een sterk gemeenschapsgevoel en een gezonde werk-discipline. Maar al spoedig werd de beweging met zijn mysterieuse leider, een doel op zich. Tegenstanders van ‘The Wave’ werden vijanden en oude vriendschappen werden beëindigd. Kritiek op ‘The Wave’ werd beantwoord met agressie en intimidatie. Een tijd lang leek Jones de controle over de beweging helemaal kwijt tot hij de leden confronteerde met wie hun mysterieuse leider was, Hitler zelf. Deze onthulling shockeerde de leerlingen zeer en velen barstten in huilen uit. Ron Jones besloot het experiment met de volgende woorden:

"This is the final lesson to be experienced. This last lesson is perhaps the one of greatest importance. This lesson was the question that started our plunge in studying Nazi life. Do you remember the question? It concerned a bewilderment at the German populace claiming ignorance and non-involvement in the Nazi movement. If I remember the question. it went something like this. How could the German soldier, teacher, railroad conductor, nurse. tax collector. the average citizen, claim at the end of the Third Reich that they knew nothing of what was going on. How can a people be a part of something and then claim at the demise that they were not really involved' What causes people to blank out their own history? In the next few minutes and perhaps years, you will have an opportunity to answer this question."

"If our enactment of the Fascist mentality is complete not one of you will ever admit to being at this final Third Wave rally. Like the Germans, you will have trouble admitting to yourself that you come this far. You will not allow your friends and parents to know that you were willing to give up individual freedom and power for the dictates of order and unseen leaders. You can't admit to being manipulated. Being a follower. To accepting the Third Wave as a way of life. You won't admit to participating in this madness. You will keep this day and this rally a secret. It's a secret I shall share with you."

I took the film from the three cameras in the room and pulled the celluloid into the exposing light. The deed was concluded. The trial was over. The Third Wave had ended. I glanced over my shoulder. Robert was crying. Students slowly rose from their Chairs and without words filed into the outdoor light. I walked over to Robert and threw my arms around him. Robert was sobbing. Taking in large uncontrollable gulps of air. "It's over." it's all right." In our consoling each other we became a rock in the stream of exiting students. Some swirled back to momentarily hold Robert and me. Others cried openly and then brushed away tears to carry on. Human beings circling and holding each other. Moving toward the door and the world outside.

For a week in the middle of a school year we had shared fully in life. And as predicted we also shared a deep secret. In the four years I taught at Cubberley High School no one ever admitted to attending the Third Wave Rally. Oh, we talked and studied our actions intently. But the rally itself. No. It was something we all wanted to forget.