Helga Mailliet
(25.10.24–24.06.06)
This week-end passed away in Luxemburg City my very closest friend of the last few years and a friend for most of my life who has often helped me and my mother a lot (I did too!), and very generously so. For the last three years she has also been practically the only sponsor of my websites, taking over from my deceased friend C. Neal Brady. Without her I would not have been able to continue these sites. And this was also an immense sign of tolerance, that essential part of freedom, as she, her deceased mate Georges Penning, who had been an even closer friend of mine since high school (we had been room mates and lovers in college), and her whole circle of intellectual friends were, and those still alive still are, very left-wing: Marxists, Trotskyites, communists, Maoists or whatever you may call them in all their various shades. Thus they had political and especially economic views I would call stark errors, they were statists, but very critical of present governments and politicians, in an often very astute and brilliantly funny way (just wait for Georges' posthumous novel soon to be published). They were bourgeois, gentlemen (or women), honnêtes hommes, but their heart was with the weak ones, the oppressed ones in society. As leftists of that type they had a sense of liberty and of human natural rights that I really would like to find with, and if not, to use as a bludgeon to hit the face of, those many ignorant and arrogant (especially American) conservatives who call themselves libertarians, just because they are for a market economy and low taxes. And at the same time are hawks, extreme territorialists, and bigots like even our gifted and brilliant Ilana Mercer has recently outed herself to be, regarding Brokeback Mountain. [I and/or someone else might get back to this on my gay site www.malebeauty.de.] Mourning can also lead to anger, as you can see. Helga, dearest Helga, as our common lover Georges always said: "Helga understands.": you were intelligent AND loving, and thus will be remembered and sadly missed by some of the best. You have been, with your wide education (Helga had studied psychology at the Sorbonne and was a licenciée, Georges the same in economics from the H.E.C. at Lausanne, both had also operated a private school in Switzerland for a long while, Georges as director, later then becoming a high school teacher in Luxemburg), an invaluable help and inspiration, a Muse, for your first husband, Nic Molling, a writer and journalist also, like Georges had mainly been. Born in Bonn, she was the daughter of a physician, but doctors could not really help her with her cancer, that modern day scourge which reaped others in her family. But fortunately she did not suffer pain and passed away peacefully. She looked beautiful on her deathbed, as I remember also of my own mother. Incineration will be on Wednesday and it is planned to deliver her ashes to the North Sea off the Belgian coast which she had liked and often visited, for the last time, for a week, just four weeks before her passing.I extend my condolences to her recently adopted son Philippe, to her niece Monique and nephew Marco, to her friend Ronald Pierre and his mate, to Georges' sister Lea, to the nephews of Nic Molling, to Lolette, to her housekeeper Assunção and all others concerned. You will be gratefully remembered, dear Helga.
I wish that the following persons, the whereabouts of whom I presently do not know, happen by chance to read this obituary: Pier Giorgio Rosso of Torino, who should remember our meeting with Helga in Zurich half a century ago, and the brothers Diether (music!) and Manfred (art!) de la Motte, as Helga was a de la Motte through her mother. R.I.P.
