Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Controversy in the Pope Room


We'd had a long day in software training. (Is there any other kind of day in software training?) There were 12 or so of us, filing out of the classroom at the end of the all-day session and ready to blow off steam. Luckily, we were on Bush Street downtown and there are plenty of steam-blowing choices within easy walking distance. After a couple of rounds at The Irish Bank, we made our way to Bucca di Beppo for dinner and several bottles of chianti.

Since our party was so big, the greeter seated us in the Pope Room, pictured above. It's exactly what it sounds like -- a round banquet room where all the decorations celebrate our two most recent pontiffs of the Catholic faith, the illustrious John Paul II and the more newly-minted Benedict XVI (seen here in the glass case atop our table).

After a few glasses of vino, I casually mentioned that the current pope had been a member of the Hitler Youth in his teenage years. No one believed me. I tried to explain that every German kid at the time was pretty much required to join the Hitler Youth, so there was no particular shame in Mr. Ratzenberger's membership. For a kid growing up in early-1940s Germany, the Hitler Youth was basically the Boy Scouts (if the Boy Scouts hated non-Aryans, that is). There's no evidence that the young Ratzenberger or anyone in his family were involved in any Nazi activity beyond dressing up in the uniforms and posing for creepy photographs. (For those of you who followed the link: yes, that's the pope.)

But it didn't matter; no one at the table was willing to accept my version of the pope's biography. So we all raised a toast to the pontiff and -- unless I'm just being paranoid -- I thought I saw his little plaster head slip me a sinister wink.

3 comments:

Miss Z's Virtual Classroom said...

Interesting. Last weekend I was guilt-tripped into attending "International Day", an annual pagent organized by my school. In between the 3rd grader slaying of "The Road Not Taken" and the fourth-graders dressed as giant veggies singing and dancing out the concept of a salad bowl society, (the melting pot long out of style), the principal got up to announce that someone had stolen a framed portrait of the pope from the Polish table and to please return it. I had to stiffle a giggle. By the way...here in Poland, everywhere is like the Pope Room at Bucco di Beppo.

rakiel said...

ha ha.........LOL. is the Pope Polish i used to say. you know son, as a recovering catholic and newly born aetheist - in the words of brotherman, WTF? I hope miss Z is your sister. No doubt in Poland, like in Mexico, every room, large or humble, is the Pope room. I don't doubt for a moment the head winked but i doubt it was sinister. more likely it was conspiritorial. you know; you know the truth and he knows the truth but Da Masses, as Aaron says, are back at WTF?

it's a reminder that the follies (or obligatory servitutude) of youth doesn't have to have long term damage........ thank (whoever) we come into our own at some point as no doubt Bene did :)

Brotherman said...

During my visit to the Vatican I was in awe of all the historical artifacts and true masterpieces, but I left thinking one thing. What's up with those Swedish gaurds?

On a side note, this makes me think of Lewis Black's new show The Root of all Evil. It's set up as a court hearing with comics as lawers. The premier episode pit the Catholic church V. Opra to answer the question, who is the root of all evil.