115 Jahre Mollie Steimer

Aus dem Film Anarchism in America (1983).

146 Jahre Voltairine De Cleyre

AN OPEN LETTER.

Philadelphia, Pa., Aug., 1906.

Maxim Gorky, New York City.

My right to address you is that I have felt the best that your soul has felt, and loved you for your voice that cried out of the deeps; and that not less have I felt the shame and degradation of your conduct as a weak and shambling creeper, since you have been in America.

Hedged about like the Russian Czar by those that have used you and fooled you; seeker for the gifts of those who have spit in your face; insulter of those to whom you once belonged; hedger and trimmer to the rotten bourgeoisie of America, for the dollars you hoped to get from them for the Russian revolution, you have not known even how to hedge and trim; and some one should tell you so.

Are you he who wrote the apotheosis of the tramp, you who in this city sat in the Bellevue-Stratford Hotel surrounded by the vulgar gaud of modern riches, paid for—by whom? By those who are down in the depths where you once were! In the closed circle which has kept away the honest light of truth from you, and reflected your image in the magnifying glass of hero-worship, you have not heard or seen the truth about yourself. To tell you that truth, that is why I write.

In what character did you come here? Did you come here as a man, or as a representative of the Russian revolution? You have acted as neither one nor the other. If you came here as a man, perfectly free and responsible to no one, then when Puritanic hypocrisy grew morally indignant at your personal relations, why did you not once and for all say, "I despise your marriage law, your marriage prostitution, your lying morality. Myself and my beloved are above you." But you tried to creep behind a pretense of legality, you hung on to the skirts of the respectability, which flouted you andl her. After an attack like that you should have stayed in the open like a man; but you went and hid like a coward. Again, if you were of the people, truly and in the depths of you, and free to act as you pleased, why did you please to go to the richest hotels and sit with the bourgeois? Why, when the poverty-stricken Russian Jews, who, and who alone, have given nine-tenths of the money contributed to the Russian revolution from America, when they wrote and told you your prices were too high for them to hear your lecture, did you answer, "I am here to collect money, not to be stared at"? You would have had twice the money at half the price. Have you then learned so soon the art of playing the lion at two-dollar banquets, and scorning the staircase whereby you climbed?

It is said by your apologists, among them some of those who sat at the banquet with you, that your anomalous position was due, not to yourself, but to your having fallen into the hands of committees of lickspittles. In the name of Manhood, are you nothing at all yourself? Do you not know when you are in surroundings incompatible with the charactei of one devoted to the cause of human—not Russian only—liberty? Are you such a helpless baby that you cannot assert yourself and tread a self-respecting path? Can you sit at the board with those who eat the flesh and drink the blood of the workers, and not know what you are doing? You did that, here in Philadelphia. And you left Mme. Andreieva in New York, or they would not have let you into that same Bellevue-Stratford! Shame on you!

But perhaps you came here not as a man, but as a delegate. Then why, in the name of common sense, did you not learn the nature of the people with whom you had to deal, and act with some sort of diplomacy. If you wanted the money of the American bourgeoisie, why did you not study them first? Why did you act like a blunderbuss, and begin by outraging the first article in their creed, viz.: "Let a man keep his illicit relations secret." Why did you not master the psychology of the American journalist, before you walked near his traps? Why did you play your cards so stupidly as to fall foul of metropolitan newspaper jealousy, before you had a single thousand of all that money you wanted to get for Russia? If you undertook the errand of a diplomat, why did you not learn the business of a diplomat?

Finally, whether as a man or as a representative, what lying spirit put it in your mouth to call the Russian Czar an Anarchist? To decry people who, whether right or wrong in their beliefs, have fought and are fighting tyranny in every land, whether Russia or America; people who have felt the lash and iron, who have gone to the scaffold, the guillotine, and the garotte, for proclaiming the freedom of all, the tyranny of none. You can not be so ignorant as not to know who Peter Kropotkin is and what he teaches, and you know it has as much in common with Czarism as light has with darkness. Is this, then, again a piece of your "diplomacy"? Do you throw mud where all the world throws mud, in order to get dollars again? Do you want to help the Russian revolution at the expense of truth, of justice to those to whom it is popular to be unjust? We, the Anarchists of America, have been ever the first to welcome every dawnbearer over the darkness of Russian tyranny. For years we have given our work and our money—what little we had—to push the cause of freedom, there as here, and everywhere. We will continue to do so, no matter what you say of us. But if you choose to blacken us, to misrepresent us, expect from us the contempt of honest men for liars.

I have written with the bitterness of one who has had —I will not say an idol shattered, but something akin to it. I thought you were a fearless man, a true child of the people; and you are weak and characterless, as a daughter of silk and velvet.

At the end of the bitterness comes an all-surgent wish, "Oh, that he might yet shake them all off, strike out a line, clean as an arrow-path, and walk in it among his own people,—the poor, the outcasts, the tramps. We would forget it all,—these shameful days, this disgusting truckling, this vane-veering, this eating of the bread of the rich: he would be ours again!"

And I remember "The Lost Leader"—

"Just for a handful of silver he left us,

Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat!"

You wanted to be true to the Russian revolution, and you have been untrue to the great revolution, which is to the other as the ocean to the wave!

I have told you the truth.

VOLTAIRINE DE Cleyre,

517 N. Randolph street, Philadelphia, Pa

(Offener Brief an Maxim Gorki, aus Mother Earth, vol. I, 7, September 1906).

Rechtsstaatliche Prinzipien

Gelesen auf rtl.lu: "Pussy Riot: Déi Lénk fuerderen Protest vun der Regierung". Déi Lénk fordert dies aufgrund der "Missachtung rechtsstaatlicher Prinzipien".

Tatsächlich würde aber gerade die luxemburgische Regierung rechtsstaatliche Prinzipien verletzen, wenn sie gegen das Urteil des russischen Gerichts Einspruch einlegen würde - denn die Tat der russischen Punk-Band wäre auch hierzulande strafbar, wenngleich auch mit niedrigen Strafen belegt als bei unseren deutschen Nachbarn und in der Russischen Föderation:

"Ceux qui, par des troubles ou des désordres, auront empêché, retardé, ou interrompu les exercices d'un culte qui se pratiquent dans un lieu destiné ou servant habituellement au culte ou dans les cérémonies publiques de ce culte, seront punis d'un emprisonnement de huit jours à trois mois et d'une amende de '251 à 5.000 euros'." (Art. 143 Code Pénal)

Starke Rede

Maria Aliochina von Pussy Riot beim Schlussplädoyer:

"And what really irritates me is how the prosecution uses the words “so-called” in reference to contemporary art. I would like to point out that very similar methods were used during the trial of the poet [Joseph] Brodsky. His poems were defined as 'so-called' poems; the witnesses for the prosecution hadn’t actually read them—just as a number of the witnesses in our case didn’t see the performance itself and only watched the clip online. Our apologies, it seems, are also being defined by the collective prosecuting body as 'so-called' apologies. Even though this is offensive. And I am overwhelmed with moral injury and psychological trauma. Because our apologies were sincere. I am sorry that so many words have been uttered and you all still haven’t understood this. Or it is calculated deviousness when you talk about our apologies as insincere. I don’t know what you still need to hear from us. But for me this trial is a 'so-called' trial. And I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of falsehood and fictitiousness, of sloppily disguised deception, in the verdict of the so-called court. Because all you can deprive me of is 'so-called' freedom. This is the only kind that exists in Russia. But nobody can take away my inner freedom."

(via Harry's Place)

Zeitreise

Manchmal findet man wirklich Erstaunliches im Netz:  

Farbfotos aus dem vorrevolutionären Rußland, von einer Schärfe, dass man meinen könnte, sie seien erst gestern geschossen worden:

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/08/russia_in_color_a_century_ago.html