I already found Arnold Karskens Cult when he was still a war journalist, although the word ‘just’ actually does not fit with Karskens. He was never ‘normal’.
Everything revolved around him, the only thing I remembered about that war for Iraq is that he was the last journalist left in Baghdad, from which he could not resist all those other – ‘cowardly’ – journalists. His reports from Afghanistan for New Revu were especially legendary because he was always pontifically in the photos he supplied with his texts. Always with a local headgear on the head so that the Taliban did not realize that they were dealing with a Western journalist. I also found his aversion to colleagues who went embedded legendary.
When the magazines went less, he started his own broadcaster: unheard of the Netherlands, in which everything revolved around him in the early days. The dik-hood-Zaagt-Men-Men-Planken columns included in the own barn in which he sawed the week in half on Wednesdays, his dances with Zwarte Piet, his weaving with the farmers, are laps on the Malieveld, that red hat are up Kop: It was completely Arnold and so much that he did not realize that he himself was the only one who took him seriously. He was so busy with his to the right of the middle and members’ yards that he did not seem to have exactly the gang of gang around him.
At least that seemed like that, because at the soil procedure in which he features his functions at ON! Terugeist turned out that he had always had everything in the bulls. He hung the dirty was wonderfully outside, even the poop stripes that had walked out of the extreme right -wing underbelly, he showed.
The strange thing was that he himself was the most surprised that they existed, while it was and is about the right to exist for his broadcaster. In fact, everyone is a racist or anti -Semite, there was only one who wanted to stop: Arnold Karskens. When he was still there, the outside world did not hear him about it, but assume that he should have almost bitten his thick journalistic tongue.
He also put the role of his forefathers in the Second World War (resistance heroes), my favorite. They say that heroism is genetically not overcrowded, but assume that you also get a lick of justice. If the post -war resistance is still looking for a living face, I would choose that of Arnold Karskens.
Marcel van Roosmalen writes a column on Monday and Thursday.