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You're listening to a podcast right now, driving, working out, walking the dog. If you're into podcasts, chances are you have something to say too. With RSS.com, starting your own is free and easy. Upload an episode, and we distribute it to Apple podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Music, and hundreds more. Track your listeners, see where they're from, and start earning from ads like this. Even with just 10 listeners a month. If you've been thinking about starting a podcast, this is your sign. Start free at RSS.com. If you've ever assumed that a, you know, a profoundly important piece of lost history has to be buried at the bottom of the ocean in some shipwreck. Right. Or sealed away in a collapsed military bunker somewhere. Exactly. Well, today's deep dive is going to completely upend how you think about the survival of historical artifacts. I mean, imagine holding a physical window into a critical brutal moment in time. A literal document capturing the raw reality of a war.

Yeah. And shot by some of the greatest visual artists of the 20th century. But now imagine that this incredibly important artifact just vanishes. Completely disappears from the historical record. For over 70 years, you'd think you would need an army of archaeologists to unearth it. But when this totally lost artifact was finally discovered, it wasn't in some hidden high-tech vault. No, not at all. It was just hiding in plain sight, literally sitting on a shelf in a standard everyday administrative office. It's wild. It really forces a complete recalibration of how we view the curation and preservation of our own history. Oh, absolutely. We operate under this comforting assumption that, you know, culturally significant items are always treated with reverence. That they're instantly recognized and carefully protected behind museum glass. Like someone always knows what they are. But the reality of historical preservation is, it's often incredibly messy. It's accidental. And it's completely reliant on the most mundane circumstances you can possibly imagine. Which is exactly why we are so excited to bring you along on this journey today.

We have a fascinating stack of material concerning a highly specific, truly remarkable artifact from 1938. A really unique piece of media. Yeah, it perfectly bridges the gap between high art, the visceral tragedy of war, and well, urgent grassroots activism. We're talking about an 18-minute black and white silent documentary film released under the English title with the Abraham Lincoln Brigade in Spain. Yes, alongside its French title, Avick Labrigade, Abraham Lincoln on Espanya. As the title explicitly suggests, it documents the involvement of the Lincoln Brigade, which were American volunteers fighting during the Spanish Civil War. Okay. Let's unpack this because before we can even get into the staggering story of how this physical film managed to slip through the cracks of history for over seven decades, we have to look at what this 18-minute real actually is. Right. Because it's not normal. No, the composition of this documentary is highly unconventional.

This wasn't a standard Hollywood production. It knows studio backing. Exactly. We have a single director sitting in a canvas chair shouting action while a unified crew captured a scripted scene. Far from it, actually. The directing team is listed as Ari Cartier-Bresson and Herbert Klein, which I mean, that is already a powerhouse pairing. It really is. But the actual footage, like the visual DNA of the film itself, is a combination of work from multiple drastically different sources. You have footage shot directly by both Cartier-Bresson and Klein on the front line. Right. Actively integrated, newsreel material shot by the legendary war photographer, Robert Kappa. And then alongside that, even more front line footage contributed by a fourth individual, Jacques Lamar. What's fascinating here is that the final product isn't a traditional single-perspective narrative. You are looking at a literal mosaic of visual reporting. A mosaic is a great way to put it. Yeah, because you have four distinct contributors, all operating with totally different instincts, and they're pooling their visual evidence to create a cohesive document.

Cartier-Bresson, for instance, is historically known for his geometric composition. His eye for the human element, right? Exactly. The decisive moment just outside the immediate blast radius. But then you contrast that with Robert Kappa. His entire philosophy was about getting as close to the visceral, terrifying reality of combat as humanly possible. So his newsreel footage brings this gritty, kinetic chaos to the film. Yes. And then, Klein and Lamar provide the connective tissue. They are piecing together a comprehensive reality of the Spanish Civil War from these wildly different visual fragments. It's basically the ultimate group project, but with life or death stakes, you have these four distinct artists, all with their own eyes, their own aesthetics philosophies, and they are bringing all these distinct pieces together to build one singular, urgent message. It's a massive collaborative effort. Actually, I have to push back on the mechanics of this a little bit. OK, go for it. If you have four different people shooting footage, some of it contemplative documentary footage,

some of it chaotic, newsreel combat material, like Kappa stuff, how does an 18-minute silent film keep from becoming just an incomprehensible chaotic mess? That's a very fair question. I mean, without a voiceover narration to guide the audience and without a single unified director controlling the lighting and blocking of every frame, how does it maintain any sort of clear narrative focus? Well, that is the fundamental challenge of silent documentary editing and the answer lies entirely in how they wielded the sheer overwhelming urgency of the subject matter. So it's about the feeling, not the plot. Exactly. The focus isn't maintained by a rigid, three-act cinematic script. It is maintained through emotional juxtaposition. The editors had to rely purely on the thematic collision of images. You give an example of that. Sure. You might cut from Kappa's chaotic, dust-choked footage of soldiers under fire and go directly to Cartier Brisson's quiet, devastating shot of a civilian reacting to the destruction of their home.

Oh, wow. That's a harsh contrast. It is. The shared reality of the Spanish Civil War and the specific focus on the volunteers of the Lincoln Brigade acted as the unifying blue. These contributors weren't trying to showcase their individual artistic flair. They were putting their egos aside. Yes. Actively subordinating their individual egos and their distinct visual styles to a much larger, immediate cause. Every single frame was selected and placed in a specific order to elicit a very specific undeniable emotional response from the viewer. And that leads us directly to the real driving force behind the film's creation. Because looking at the sheer logistical effort required to stitch this mosaic together, it's clear this documentary was absolutely not made for traditional cinematic glory. Not at all. Cartier Brisson and Klein weren't aiming for a glamorous premiere in a giant movie palace with like a red carpet and velvet ropes. This film was conceived and deployed as a highly specific tactical tool for a very urgent

mission. Right. And the purpose of with the Abraham Lincoln Brigade in Spain was strictly financial. It was created to raise money, but not for a Hollywood studio. No, crucially not to turn a profit. The funds generated by this film were explicitly urgently meant to help wounded volunteers from the international brigades return home from the Spanish Civil War. So it was an immediate plea for logistical and medical relief. Exactly. So what does this all mean for the actual audience experience? Yeah. Because the physical format they used to distribute this film is a massive part of why it was so effective and, well, ultimately why it vanished. The format strategy is brilliant in its utility. So the documentary was initially shot on 35 millimeter film. Now, 35 millimeter is your standard professional theatrical gauge. It's what they use in actual cinemas. Right. It provides a lush, high quality image, but it's heavy. It requires massive, expensive projection equipment. And it's meant for wide distribution in traditional commercial entertainment venues. That they didn't stick to 35 millimeter.

No. The creators specifically went out of their way to produce a 16 millimeter version of the documentary. Which completely strips away the glamour of commercial cinema. By dropping down to 16 millimeter, you're weaponizing the film for portability. Yes, you're taking it out of the massive movie palace and bringing it directly to the community level. The sources show that this 16 millimeter version was produced specifically to be shown in Union Halls and local clubs. You literally just need a guy with a portable projector case and a white sheet hung up on a wall. It's the definition of grassroots media, a tool for direct immediate action. Exactly. You set up this clanking projector in a local Union Hall. You show this stark, silent 18 minute mosaic of a brutal war featuring fellow working class volunteers. And as soon as the screen goes dark, you immediately passed the hat to raise money for the wounded soldiers that they just watched. You're hitting on the core psychological brilliance of that format shift. The emotional weight of that specific viewing context cannot be overstated.

No, it can't. By bringing the film into a Union Hall, the filmmakers completely dismantled the protective barrier that usually exists between a cinema audience and the silver screen. I want to dig into that barrier a bit because the shift from 35 millimeters in a theater to 16 millimeter in a Union Hall, it fundamentally changes the actual physical relationship, the audience has with the media. How so? Think about live music. If you go see a massive rock band play at a giant stadium concert, there's an inherent distance there. You buy a ticket. You're sitting in the dark and you're passively consuming a spectacle. The transaction is complete. Right. You're just an observer. But if you see that exact same band, play an intimate, stripped down acoustic set in the back room of your local pub, the relationship is entirely different. You're breathing the same air. That's a great analogy. If the singer mentions they need gas money to get to the next town and points to a tip jar on the bar, you feel a deep, personal social obligation to put a dollar in. You aren't just an audience member anymore.

You are a participant. Did the 16 millimeter format do that for the Spanish Civil War? That acoustic pub set analogy perfectly captures the social mechanics at play here. Yes, absolutely. When you show a 35 millimeter film in a grand or a Nate theater, the audience expects to be entertained. You're insulated by the architecture of the cinema, but when you're sitting on a creaky folding chair in your local union hall, a space dedicated to community and solidarity. Exactly. A space for the protection of your own livelihood. And you watch a 16 millimeter projection of wounded volunteers. That insulation just evaporates. The war is no longer an abstract geopolitical spectacle happening thousands of miles away. It becomes an intimately local issue. Your neighbors are sitting right next to you watching you watch the film. The 16 millimeter projection creates a communal intimacy that forces an immediate response. The filmmakers didn't just want the audience to feel bad. They wanted them to reach into their pockets right then and there. It was highly effective utilitarian filmmaking. But that incredible grassroots utility was actually a double-aged sword, wasn't it?

Because the film was treated as a functional tool, like a hammer or, you know, a collection plate. Right. The moment in 1938 passed, once that specific fundraising campaign was over and the wounded volunteers were either brought home or lost, nobody thought to preserve the tool itself. The job was done. Yeah. And the physical film just slipped right through the cracks of history. It went from being an urgent, life-saving piece of media to literally vanishing for an astonishing 72 years. For decades, film historians, archivists, and scholars of the Spanish Civil War believe that with the Abraham Lincoln Brigade in Spain simply did not exist anymore in physical form. It was officially classified as a lost film, which is a tragically common fate for media from that era, particularly grassroots 16 millimeter media that wasn't legally protected or physically vaulted by massive Hollywood studios. People just assumed it degraded, been thrown away or destroyed. Here's where it gets really interesting though, because the film wasn't actually destroyed.

It didn't burn up in a warehouse fire, and it wasn't lost at sea. No, it wasn't. In 2010, a curator, named Juan Solas, finally discovered a surviving print of the documentary, and he didn't find it in some sealed, climate-controlled, subterranean archive in Europe. He found it in an office in New York, specifically in the administrative office of the Veterans of the Lincoln Brigade. If we connect this to the bigger picture, it forces a profound realization about how much of our global history is likely just sitting around an entirely mundane environment. Oh, absolutely. We have this highly romanticized cinematic idea of historical discovery. We picture archaeologists carefully sweeping sand off a tomb in the desert, or deep sea divers illuminating the rusted hull of a sunken dreadnought. Like Indiana Jones stuff. Exactly. But the reality is often much more bureaucratic. Here, an incredibly vital 1938 documentary, featuring irreplaceable front-line footage captured by world-renowned figures like Cardi Brasal and Kappa, was just sitting

quietly in an administrative office. Surrounded by filing cabinets and copy machines. I have to challenge this whole concept of a lost film, though. Because when archivists say lost, they make it sound like it was buried under a mountain. But it wasn't lost in that sense. It was in an office. Well, lost to the public record. But it's exactly like when you were frantically tearing your entire house apart, searching for your glasses. You're stressed, you're looking under the couch cushions, you're convinced they are gone forever. Oh, I know that feeling. And then you walk past a hallway mirror and realize they've just been sitting on top of your head the entire time. The film was in the office of the Veterans of the Lincoln Brigade. The exact literal organization of the very people the film was originally made to support. I know, I know. How does an organization like that just lose a masterpiece about themselves inside their own office for seven decades? It sounds like an impossible irony, I know. But it actually makes complete logistical sense when you examine how human institutions function over long periods of time. And office is not an archive.

Okay, that's true. To a film historian, the documentary is lost because it is not cataloged in a recognized accessible cinematic database. But to the people actually working in that Veterans office over those 72 years, that film was likely just a mysterious, unmarked metal canister. Just sitting on a dusty top shelf. We're shoved to the back of a supply closet. As decades pass, generations of staff turnover and institutional memory simply fades away. The people working in that office in 1980 or 1990 or 2005 had absolutely no idea that the tarnished canister next to the spare printer paper contained an 18 minute piece of missing global history. They were just trying to get through their work day. Exactly. They were focused on their day-to-day administrative work, answering phones, organizing audience. It becomes part of the furniture, your brain just filters it out as part of the baseline reality of the room. It just blends in. It takes a curator, someone like Juan Salas walking into that space and actively looking with an external archivists eye, to realize that the glasses are sitting right there on

top of the organization's head. And the sheer serendipity of Juan Salas finding it in 2010 completely changed the trajectory of this documentary's legacy because that unlikely rediscovery in a mundane office setting directly paved the way for the film to be elevated to the absolute highest tier of American historical preservation. It really did. In 2017, just seven years after it was pulled from that office shelf with the Abraham Lincoln Brigade in Spain was officially selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry of the Library of Congress. That is a staggering promotion from a clanking 16 millimeter projector in a Smokey Union Hall. The ultimate institutional validation and the specific criteria cited by the Library of Congress for its induction is incredibly revealing. They don't just save everything. They selected this specific 18 minute film for being culturally, historically or aesthetically significant. Culturally, historically or aesthetically significant.

Those are heavy academic words for a film that was essentially born to be a collection plate. This is an important question about how the mere passage of time fundamentally alters the perceived value and purpose of media. In 1938, this film was purely ruthlessly utilitarian. It was a functional mechanism to extract cash for wounded soldiers. Exactly. Nobody in that union hall was stroking their chin and marveling at Cartier Aberson's geometric framing. They were looking at the blood and the rubble. They were looking at their neighbors on the screen. But with the passage of time, the fading of the immediate conflict and its subsequent loss and rediscovery, the object has transformed. It has shed its temporary fundraising skin. It is now in immortalized historical artifact. We now have the luxury of viewing it for its aesthetic value, the stark black and white imagery, the brilliant silent montage, the historic collision of Cartier Aberson, Klein, Kappa, and Lamar's visual styles. Time has elevated a functional, desperate object into a cultural pillar.

But I want to press you on that elevation because it feels like a double-edged sword. By taking this incredibly grassroots union hall film, a film that was literally designed to be shown on a cheap, portable 16-millimeter projector to raise urgent funds from working glass people and placing it into the pristine, perfectly climate-controlled, official sterile vaults of the Library of Congress, do we risk sanitizing it? Do we strip away its raw, desperate, original soul by putting it behind metaphorical museum glass and labeling it aesthetically significant? If you were identifying the constant inherent tragedy in all historical preservation, yes, it does sanitize the experience. By preserving the fiscal object, you inevitably permanently alter its context. I'm unavoidable. The Library of Congress guarantees that those exact 18 minutes of visual footage will survive for centuries. Scholars unborn will be able to study Kappa's framing. But no archive, no matter how advanced, can ever truly preserve the smell of the sweat and tobacco in that 1930s union hall.

It can't preserve the loud mechanical worrying of the 16-millimeter projector. Where the heavy, desperate silence in the room is the had is passed to save a neighbor's life. We lose the acoustic pub set entirely. Yeah. But the brutal reality is that the alternative is letting the film rot away in an unmarked canister in a filing cabinet until the celluloid turns to dust, and the visual evidence of those volunteers is erased from the earth forever. We willingly sacrifice the raw, original context in order to secure the survival of the visual memory, which brings us to exactly why this journey matters so deeply for you our listener today. We've set up this time tracking an 18-minute black and white silent film from its creation on the battlefields of 1938 through the union halls into a forgotten office closet and finally into the most prestigious archive in the country. It's an incredible journey. But this deep dive really isn't just about an old movie. It's a powerful testament to the fact that media, history, and human stories are terrifyingly fragile.

It shows us that grassroots efforts, the things made quickly, made cheaply, made for a strictly functional purpose and shown in local community spaces. They often possess a lasting aesthetic and historical value that completely outlives their initial utilitarian goals. That's the real takeaway here. The things happening right now in your community, the local efforts, the raw footage captured on phones during community organizing, the functional messages being passed around today. And that leads to a final thought I want to leave you with, building directly on everything we've uncovered today about how easily history hides in plain sight. We just explored how an 18-minute physical reel of film, shot by masters of their craft, managed to sit completely forgotten in a mundane administrative office for over seven decades. It went entirely unnoticed by the very people whose legacy it contained, before finally being recognized as a national treasure. So take a moment to consider our current, infinitely expanding digital world.

Oh, that's an interesting parallel. What crucial pieces of our modern history, you know, urgent grassroots footage, vital on the ground reporting, the digital equivalent of a 16-millimeter Union Hall film, are currently sitting lost on an old, forgotten, external hard drive tossed in the back of your desk drawer. Just collecting dust. Or floating anonymously on an obsolete abandoned server that no one has locked into for a decade, what massive defining piece of our era's story is just waiting in plain sight right now, hoping against hope to be accidentally rediscovered by someone who knows what they're looking at 70 years from today. That is a profound and slightly terrifying thought to end on. Thank you so much for joining us in this deep dive into the fascinating, unlikely journey of Vith with the Abraham Lincoln Brigade in Spain. We'll catch you next time. You're listening to a podcast right now, driving, working out, walking the dog. If you're into podcasts, chances are you have something to say too. With RSS.com, starting your own is free and easy.

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