High life

I love Greece and the Greeks but they have destroyed Athens

1 August 2020

9:00 AM

1 August 2020

9:00 AM



This ancient city without tourists reminds me of the Athens I once knew and loved, but for the hideous 1960s modern buildings that have defaced its beauty like plastic surgery gone wrong. Walking around the Old Royal Palace and the National Gardens I point out some old beauties to the wife on Herod Atticus and King George II streets. They are the chic addresses of friends, now mostly gone forever, and I include number 13 Herod Atticus, where in six weeks the greatest classic since the Iliadwas written by the famous scholar Taki back in 1974. (My publisher and dear friend Tom Stacey made close to a billion from it, and built numerous Xanadus the world over, each palace containing ten floors, each floor ten beauties.)

Now I feel like Harry Thaw, the millionaire nut who murdered the most famous architect of the time, Stanford White, correctly suspecting that White was the lover of Madame Thaw, better known as Evelyn Nesbit. (Our very own Dame Joan Collins played la Nesbit on screen.) Thaw was let out after a couple of years because the doctors ruled he was momentarily bonkers, and when he arrived in Palm Beach, where his mother was waiting for him at the station, he looked around and exclaimed: ‘My God, I shot the wrong architect.’

If I ever wish Greeks dead, which is almost never, it is when I see the horrors they put up in place of the classics that had been erected by the Germans of the 19th century. Other than the Plaka underneath the Acropolis, the Palace area I just mentioned, and certain houses in nearby Kolonaki, the rest of the city is one long cement block after another, stuffed to the gills with humanity.

And yet! The Attic sun and breezes, the Greek way of laughing off disasters and heading for the beach and the pride of the people make it all worthwhile. I remember as a child the great hunger of 1942, when even Mussolini asked Hitler to allow some food to be distributed so millions would not starve, and going with my Fräulein to an empty bakery and getting a small roll of bread. Greeks lying on the sidewalk too weak to walk did not beg. I think of them when large, tough, overweight black as well as white New Yorkers approach me on Park Avenue and ask for change ‘to get some food’.

Wandering around the ancient city and seeing the monuments erected to bravery, intelligence and wisdom, my blood pressure races upwards thinking of today’s monument desecrators. Athens should be their dream, their modern petulance satisfied as women, children, slaves and foreigners were excluded from citizenship and participation in the democratic process. Our monuments, however, are sacrosanct, and even the statue of Metaxas, the dictator who faced the Axis forces in 1940, refused the Italian ultimatum to surrender and counter-attacked in Albania, a man hated by the left, stands proud and unblemished near the Hilton.

The ancients elected their leaders annually, which meant the leaders never placed themselves above the law or above the constitution. If such a principle had existed 2,000 years later, Greece would not have become the beggar she became ten years ago. Starting with the socialists coming to power in 1980 and deluging their fellow socialists and friends with funds for a quarter of a century (with the blessing of the EU), Greece was suddenly bankrupt and in deep, deep debt, with 500,000 people emigrating, including 6,000 doctors. Greeks were called lazy and irresponsible, their institutions unworkable. Now the corner has been turned, but no one in the EU or in the US is blaming socialism. The lefty game was and is rigged, but I think the Greeks have finally caught on.

Unlike the US, where values are based on a shared story, Greek values are based on shared ethnicity and religion. The toxic combination of identity politics, political correctness and woke capitalism does not exist in Greece. Golden Dawn was a reaction to the extreme and anarchic left, which tried to introduce such values into Greek life. It has now been disbanded. Now that responsible people are in power, Golden Dawn has lost its raison d’être — and its support. It’s as simple as that.

Although the sagging old-world charm of the city has slowly turned into tatty third-world dreariness, there are still spots that trigger wonderful memories. I dined with my friend Aliki Goulandris three nights in a row under the stars in her beautiful 1930s art deco marvel and the only thing missing was long-gone friends. Never mind. America has lost her mind and her bottle and is allowing people to avenge their mediocrity by destroying what others have built through hard work and enterprise. And the media is encouraging the mobs to destroy everything. This will never happen here because we know phonies and scams when we see them. All of western civilization stems from Greece. If the 300 Spartans hadn’t sacrificed themselves we’d be wearing chadors or, worse, elite hysterics and psychotic madmen like those protesting in the US would have shaped our lives. I’m off to the islands for some badly needed R&R after four months of lockdown in sterile Switzerland.

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