Unidentified child with tiger cub photographed during the the National Geographic Society-Smithsonian Institution Expedition to the Dutch East Indies, 1937 (by Smithsonian Institution)
A candid Joseph Goebbels at the moment he realized his photographer, Alfred Eisenstaedt, was a Jew, 1933
Alfred Eisenstaedt- LIFE MagazineAwkward.
haha, this is one of my favorite photos of Herr Goebbels.
The American ambassador to Moscow Joseph Davies with his wife at Lenin Mountains (Leninskiye Gory), Moscow, 1937-38. Photo by Emlen Knight-Davies.
A bit of trans and intersex history from August 6, 1936.
I’ve edited the clippings together so they’re easier to read, without ads or other articles cluttering up the page. It’s so cool to read about a female-identified-at-birth intersexed individual coming to identify more as a male and being treated with a measure of respect and personal privacy in a public newspaper a little over 76 years ago. And he’s happy. And married. And belongs to a community who would defend him.
Seriously, this article blows my mind because it so easily could have gone in a more tabloidish direction, and for the most part, it doesn’t.
Children sitting in the back of an Austin Seven car driven by a man dressed as King Neptune, in the procession to celebrate the opening of Dartmouth’s Carnival Week. 13th July 1936.
Jesse Owens at the Berlin Olympics, August 1936.
In August of 1936, American athlete Jesse Owens won four gold medals, setting three world records and tying a fourth in the 100 yard dash, all in front of Adolf Hitler, who had planned to use the games as a tool to promote the physical superiority of the Aryan race.
A Buckeye.
Funfact- While Hitler was pretty pissed that Owens won, it was Hitler who was gracious enough to actually acknowledge that Owens won.
“Hitler didn’t snub me – it was FDR who snubbed me. The president didn’t even send me a telegram.”
Owens was never invited to the White House to be congratulated, and he never received so much as a word from FDR or from Truman. Whereas Hitler sent Owens a commemorative photograph of himself.
You know you’re fucked up when even Hitler sends somebody a complimentary photograph and you didn’t send them jackshit.
omg, the very idea, Owens owned a personal photograph of hitler…like…the very idea of that just shakes me a bit, the ultimate racist sent you a picture of himself…omg
Hitler sent Owen a photograph of Owen winning….
Back then, Hitler was not quite as mad as later on. Just as evil, yes, but more rational about it. He knew he needed international prestige and acceptance, because he was breaking the Treaty of Versailles all over the place. That’s why he tried his best to make the Games a success. Apparently, on the first day he shook hands with all German athletes, got critisized for that, and stopped shaking hands altogether, not just with Owens - or so one version of events goes.
When I excluded Wilfred Owen, whom I consider unworthy of the poets’ corner of a country newspaper, I did not know I was excluding a revered sandwich-board man of the revolution and that somebody has put his worst and most famous poem (Dulce et Decorum Est) in a glass-case in the British Museum - however if I had known it I would have excluded him just the same. He is all blood, dirt and sucked sugar stick (look at the selection in Faber’s Anthology - he calls poets ‘bards’, a girl a ‘maid’, and talks about ‘Titanic wars’). There is every excuse for him but none for those who like him.
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| — | W. B. Yeats to a friend, about omitting Wilfred Owen from the Oxford Book of Modern Verse (1936) |
