"La trinità giudaica dell'era nucleare: O ppenheimer (bomba atomica), Teller (bomba all'idrogeno), Sam Cohen (bomba al neutr one)"
- Da: myers
Data: 07 gennaio 2008 11:04:37 GMT+01:00
Jewish trinity of the Nuclear Age: Oppenheimer (Atomic), Teller (Hydrogen), Sam Cohen (Neutron)
From: "reportersnotebook" Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2007 18:51:11 -0000
Sam Cohen has been chosen as an atypical Jew, patriotic and fiercely anti-communistic. Unlike many Jews, Sam's parentage were from London rather than Poland or Russia. He grew up in East Los Angeles rather than Brooklyn. He and his fellow Jews were the trinity of the Nuclear Age; Oppenheimer (Atomic), Teller (Hydrogen) and Sam Cohen ( Nuetron). Cohen gives us a glimpse into the Jewish psyche. His book may be downloaded at: <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Cohen> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Cohen
"I am a lousy Jew, but beneath the surface I'm really Jewish. I can't help it. My parents spoke Yiddish around the house when I was a kid, but only when I wasn't to know what they were saying"
On Growing up Jewish and Superiority to Gentles, Growing Up in an Atheistic Environment
When my father was 70 years old he re-embraced God, at least to the point of returning to the synagogue after more than 60 years of professed atheism. Five years later he died, a born-again Jewish believer. He was an impeccably honest man, God rest his soul, wherever it is, and I suspect it's up there with Him. When he was very young my father also went to the synagogue. This was in London's East End, late in the last century, where poor Jews lived. He went because his father forced him to go. He believed in God because his father forced him to and because he loved his father. When he turned thirteen and became a man, to celebrate the occasion his father took him to a synagogue in the West End where wealthy Jews lived. My father was overwhelmed by the size and opulence of the synagogue. Before anyone could stop him he dashed down the aisle to a seat in front of the altar to take it all in close up. Whereupon he was seized by the ear by an angry attendant who hustled him to the back of the balcony where his mortified father awaited him. There, they observed, at considerable distance, the goings on. When they left and came home to the family of about ten or so, who slept in a couple of rooms with a slightly larger number of beds, my father demanded an explanation. Why did all God's children not have equal rights in His house? His father attempted to explain the distinction between piety and wealth in London's Jewish community, which my father found unacceptable. In a high dudgeon my father forthwith declared that if there were a God who would countenance such hypocrisy this was not a God he could believe in. And since he saw no alternative at the time, he declared himself an atheist. As result, I was raised an atheist and have remained so all my life. I've never, in my unabiding and rigid way, held to any particular political spiritual dogma. The only true belief I've ever had was a total dedication to my country's military security, which while sorely tested over the years, when I was in the nuclear weapons business, has stayed with me.
By the time I graduated from grammar school, and please excuse my immodesty, I had tested highest in school regarding the way they rated IQ's in those days. Now please excuse my arrogance, most of the kids in school were Jewish, having parents who drove them mercilessly to achieve scholastic excellence and I excelled them by far. If you're expecting me to go even one unforgivable step further and tell you that Jewish kids at that time were mentally superior to gentiles, which we were told by our parents, I can't quite get myself to do that, except to say that were this true, I would have been mentally superior to these mentally superior Jews. Having said this, which we know is sheer rubbish (or is it?), I will say that regarding nuclear weapons, Jews, by far and away, have had a disproportionate effect on their development and the policies for their use. But that's a matter I'm not prepared to discuss here.
The neighborhood where I was raised, in East Los Angeles, was almost entirely Jewish. While not quite a ghetto, although most of the parents had come from European ghettos and, like my dad, had ghetto mentalities, it was hardly affluent. Most of the fathers were decidedly to the left, the radical left. A great many of them thought the Russian Revolution was the greatest thing since sliced bread and became communists. My father, after giving up God, had become a socialist in his teens and remained one until Franklin Roosevelt came along, and then switched to the Democratic Party. Since he was able to obtain steady employment at carpentry at a decent wage (we're talking about the mid- 1920s), even though some of his best friends were commies, their ideas of overthrowing and taking over the government were a bit too much for him. He had no use for capitalism but at the same time didn't care to live under a Stalinist regime (he didn't like dictatorships of any kind, including that of the proletariat) and didn't like the idea of the commies infiltrating American labor unions to help bring this about.
On Designing the Nuetron Bomb to Mimic Childhood Trauma
"The initial symptoms [like after being exposed to the radiation from a neutron bomb] are similar to those common in radiation injury [like being exposed to intense radiation treatment for cancer, hopefully to save our life], namely nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, (and other distressing effects)." After these initial effects occur, sometime later, depending on how severe the radiation exposure is, "there is a return of symptoms, including fever, diarrhea and a step-like rise in temperature..." Quoted from the official government manual "The Effects of Nuclear Weapons". Sounds sickeningly familiar? Probably so to most of us who have gone through most or even all of these discomforts sometime in your life; from over- drinking, influenza, food poisoning, emotional distress, experiencing a Washington summer when the air conditioning has gone out, etc. As for myself, as I've complained here, I experienced all these symptoms during my childhood at the hands of my ever-loving mother. God rest her soul. As to what extent this loving upbringing of mine affected my interest, make it obsession, in nuclear weapons whose principle effect was radiation, your guess is as good as mine. And you know what my guess is. However, when I was attempting to answer the young lady's question during my college seminar, don't think for a second these thoughts didn't flash through my mind when I told her that dedication and patriotism weren't the only factors that played a role in my inventing the neutron bomb. I hardly was about to bring my mother into the discussion, though. How could I? Was this obsession over radiation an expression of the most insidious revenge I could think of against a monstrous enemy that had brutally attacked my beloved country and countrymen? Perhaps. Or was it an innate sadism resulting from all the masochism I must have reveled in as a loving child so lovingly cared for by his mother? Perhaps. Maybe those psychiatrists and psychologists who plumb the human mind would have a field day with me, trying to figure out how and why my mind has worked in the field of nuclear weaponry. Maybe they might have some explanations. However, I'm not about to bare my psyche to you here and try analyzing myself. Feel free to do so if you wish. I wish you would because in so doing you might dredge up some suspicions of what drives your own actions and opinions. If you do so and are honest with yourself, a pretty difficult thing for most of us, I suspect you'll discover that rationality is not the most important factor driving your behavior.
On More Jews ( Rickover, John von Neumann and Dick Feynman)
One new kid was the Navy which had gotten permission to develop nuclear powered submarines that could roam undetected under the oceans and launch nuclear ballistic missiles at communist countries like Russia and China, who we were hopping mad at for their role in the Korean war. This program, began by Admiral Hyman Rickover, dubbed Father of the Nuclear Submarine, (a Russian born Jew and one of the most obnoxious human beings I've ever met) got under way in the early 1950s. To determine what characteristics the system should have, a huge study group was set up in Washington to do the appropriate analysis. At that time I had left RAND and was working for the Lockheed Corporation, that very badly wanted to develop and produce the missiles, named Polaris, for the submarines. To get in on the ground floor they volunteered their technical and analytical talents to the study, including me because of my nuclear warhead background.
The word of my H-bomb radiation calculations spread around and caused quite a stir. My boss, who knew nothing of the subject, got a little concerned.He asked some physicists at RAND, far brighter than myself, to go through my calculations with me. They found nothing wrong. Then he asked a RAND consultant, a fellow by the name of John von Neumann who the self-styled brightest physicists in the world regarded as the brightest guy in the world, to check me out. Johnnie came into my office, sat down and stared intently as I chalked my calculations on the blackboard. He saw nothing wrong with them. I seemed home free. My discovery drew high praise at RAND, although they didn't bother to double my salary this time. Now the story doesn't end here. Before going on with it, however, I'd like to introduce you to Johnnie von Neumann, an incredible genius whose mind worked about as rapidly as the super high-speed computers he helped design.
Was I a good soldier at Los Alamos? Of course I wasn't. The miracle of it all was that I managed to survive despite my errant ways. What I mainly had going for me was that my boss really liked me, despite myself, and would defend me against complaints coming from my military superiors. (There were also a few civilian scientists who acted up every once in a while to the displeasure of their colleagues. One of them was Dick Feynman, like myself a Jew from Brooklyn, whose social behavior could be atrocious but whose scientific abilities so brilliant that he got himself a Nobel Prize in physics later on. Dick was in my division and one day several other division members, fed up to their ears with him, went to see the head, Han Bethe, another refugee who so was to win the Prize.