Category Archives: Hoxha, Enver

Cold cruel Marxist-Leninist murderess

Compared with Nexhmije Hoxha, writes Dalrymple, Rosemary West was a

bumbling amateur.

Mrs Hoxha

never shrank from her duty to co-operate in the elimination by murder of those her husband, a paranoid narcissist, deemed his enemies, which was the majority of those he associated with. Many of those with whom she had once been friendly were executed; it was dangerous to know or to have known her.

On holiday with her husband

By the age of 23

she had become an accessory to the murder (on her future husband’s orders) of Anastas Plasari and other members of the resistance to the Italian occupation. The murder or incarceration in abominable conditions of those she had known and even been friendly with never caused her loss of sleep. She died with blood on her hands and a perfectly clear conscience.

She was head of the Institute of Marxist-Leninist Studies,

whose function was the publication of her husband’s voluminous writings, notable for their vituperation against everyone with whom he had once been allied, except for Stalin, who remained his verray parfit gentil knyght.

She lived with her husband in

the utterly cut-off section of Tirana called the Bllok, closed to all mortals except the upper echelons of the party, who lived there in a state of permanent and justified terror.

After the régime’s downfall

she was charged with embezzlement — a peccadillo in the context of her life — and spent six years in prison. She wrote two volumes of her memoirs and lived the rest of her life in undeserved peace.

Hoxha loved his wife dearly. In his diary he wrote: ‘Nexhmije is unwell, and when she is ill, I feel ill. When she is well, I feel well.’ Dalrymple comments: ‘This devotion might have been touching in anyone other than an unscrupulous murderer writing about his willing accomplice’

 

She died aged 99 with a perfectly clear conscience

Bilious Enver

When it comes to bile among dictator-authors, writes Dalrymple,

perhaps only Hoxha could equal Lenin and Hitler.

Stalin,

for whom Hoxha retained the kind of reverence Moslems reserve for Mahomet, was the only person who, in his opinion, never betrayed him: everyone else he ever knew turned out to be a traitor. As one might expect from a man who is said to have strangled one of his own ministers with his bare hands, there was for him no such thing as honest disagreement—and, actually, there is a plausible warrant for this belief in Marxist epistemology. Hoxha’s prose, like Lenin’s, oozes murder.

Enver Hoxha, flamur i luftës për liri e socializëm

War flag for freedom and socialism

All kinds of considerations, Dalrymple says in a recent talk (from 4:38), make medicine

a happy hunting ground for the politically correct. Nowhere is this more so than in medical journals.

He has

no objection to the publication of any particular point of view — much to the contrary.

What he finds distressing in the medical journals is

the lack of any other point of view, as if the medical profession were the Albanian electorate in the good old days of Enver Hoxha.

Albanian Arcadia

Compared with the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea, Dalrymple tells an interviewer, even Hoxha’s People’s Socialist Republic seemed a paradise.

Artful Albanian mass murderer

Dalrymple explains that the works of Enver Hoxha are

worth reading.

The late first secretary of the Party of Labour, chairman of the Democratic Front and commander-in-chief of the Albanian armed forces has in his writing, says Dalrymple,

a wonderful natural gift for poisonous invective and insult. As by the end of his life he had fallen out with everyone, he also had a lot of practice at it.

Dalrymple explains that Hoxha’s principle was

never to speak well of the dead, especially if he had killed them himself.

A Hoxha votary amid the dust and mould

Screen Shot 2016-06-02 at 05.48.33A second-hand bookseller Dalrymple knows is

a fervent believer in Enver Hoxha’s Albanian paradise.

The bookseller

thinks all forms of modern communication are instruments of monopoly capitalism, designed to exploit the common man, who consequently has not a clue about the value (or should I say the price?) of a first edition of Liza of Lambeth.

He

is furious that his black customers, old women mainly, are more interested in concordances to the Bible than in Hoxha’s vituperations against the Titoites.

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This book does not disappoint

'I read it in two sessions, one at night and the other the following morning. I slept only four hours, half my usual ration, being subconsciously eager even in sleep to read the rest of it.'

‘I read it in two sessions, one at night and the other the following morning. I slept only four hours, half my usual ration, being subconsciously eager even in sleep to read the rest of it’

Hoxha dead? Wait, it could be a trap

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First Secretary of the Party of Labour of Albania, 1985-91

Dalrymple says of his time in Albania during the days of Ramiz Alia that the Enver Hoxha personality cult

persisted, as if nobody could be sure that Hoxha was really dead and feared he might return, his purported death being a ruse to uncover those who worshipped him only through fear and not because they loved him in their hearts.

Dalrymple explains that in the Republika Popullore Socialiste e Shqipërisë,

  • the tops of the posts in the vineyards were provided with metal spikes to impale invading parachutists
  • there was one concrete gun emplacement for every four inhabitants
  • by night searchlights scoured the coast for traitors trying to flee compulsory happiness

The official policy of the country

was paranoia; it was its religion.

Gun emplacements in defence of prosperity

Pillboxes in defence of prosperity

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The only true Marxist-Leninist

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That was how Enver Hoxha was described by a bookseller Dalrymple knew, who

hoped to foist copies of Hoxha’s memoirs onto a public whose unwillingness to buy them he ascribed to ideological underdevelopment.

Dipping in to Hoxha’s books, Dalrymple is struck by

the quality (and quantity) of his vituperation. Not even his strongest detractors could accuse him of having been mealymouthed towards those whom he deemed his enemies.

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