Tuesday, November 07, 2017

*The100thAnniversaryYearOfTheBolshevik-LedOctoberRevolution-LessonsForToday- Up Close And Personal- John Reed and The Russian Revolution Of 1917

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BOOK REVIEW


This is the Anniversary of the Bolshevik-led Russian Revolution. It is fitting that I review a book that did much to give Westerners a bird's-eye view of what happened during that tumultuous year. Forward To New Octobers!


Ten Days That Shook The World, John Reed, New American Library Edition, New York, 1967



I, on more than one occasion, have mentioned that for a detailed history of the ebb and flow of the Russian Revolution of 1917 from February to October of that year your man is the great Russian revolutionary Leon Trotsky. Trotsky’s "History of the Russian Revolution" is partisan history at its best. One does not and should not, at least in this day in age, ask historians to be ‘objective’. One simply asks that the historian present his or her narrative and analysis and get out of the way. Trotsky meets that criterion. I have also mentioned in that same context that there are other excellent sources on this subject, depending on your needs. If you are looking for a general history of the revolution or want an analysis of what the revolution meant for the fate of various nations after World War I or its affect on world geopolitics look elsewhere. E.H. Carr’s "History of the Bolshevik Revolution" offers an excellent multi-volume set that tells that story through the 1920’s. Or if you want to know what the various parliamentary leaders, both bourgeois and Soviet, were thinking and doing from a moderately leftist viewpoint read Sukhanov’s "Notes on the Russian Revolution". If you need a more journalistic account for the period of the seizure of power by the Bolsheviks and the immediate aftermath, the book under review, John Reed’s classic "Ten Days That Shook the World" is invaluable.

If we do not, as mentioned above, expect our historians to be ‘objective’ then we have a lesser expectation of those journalists who write the ‘first draft of history’. Reed makes no bones about the fact that that he is a partisan of the Bolshevik-led social revolution that he was witnessing. He, nevertheless, tells his story reasonably well for those who are not partisans. Moreover, Reed seems to have been everywhere in Petersburg during those days. He is as likely to have been reporting from Petersburg’s Winter Palace, the seat of the Kerensky's Provisional Government, as Smolny, the seat of the insurgent Soviets. We can find him among the bourgeois politicians of the City Duma or at the Russian Army General Staff headquarters. Hell, he was also in Moscow when things were hot there as the Soviet forces tried to seize the Kremlin. He is at meetings large-Peasant Soviet size- or in some back room at Smolny with Trotsky’s Military Revolutionary Committee that directed the uprising. To that extent, as a free lancer on the move, he covers physically during this period much more territory than Trotsky could as central director of the action and thus has more first hand observations.

Reed’s style tends toward straight forward reportage with little obvious sense of irony in the various situations that he is witnessing. Of course, against Trotsky’s masterly ironic sense he is bound to suffer by comparison. Nevertheless Reed gets us into places like the City Duma and into the heads of various characters like the Mayor of Petersburg that Trotsky, frankly, displayed no interest in dealing with. Probably the greatest compliment that one could pay Reed is that he is widely quoted as a reliable source in many historical accounts from Trotsky on the winning side to someone like Kerensky on the losing side. For those who want a quick but serious overview of the dynamic of the October Revolution then here is your man. Add in his companion Louise Bryant’s separate account, "Six Month In Red Russia" (if you can find it), and some very good primary source poster, pamphlet and newspaper material in the appendices of Reed’s book and you are on your way.

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  1. As is always appropriate on international working class holidays and days of remembrance here is the song most closely associated with that movement “The Internationale” in English, French and German. I will not vouch for the closeness of the translations but certainly of the spirit. Workers Of The World Unite!


    The Internationale [variant words in square brackets]

    Arise ye workers [starvelings] from your slumbers
    Arise ye prisoners of want
    For reason in revolt now thunders
    And at last ends the age of cant.
    Away with all your superstitions
    Servile masses arise, arise
    We'll change henceforth [forthwith] the old tradition [conditions]
    And spurn the dust to win the prize.

    So comrades, come rally
    And the last fight let us face
    The Internationale unites the human race.
    So comrades, come rally
    And the last fight let us face
    The Internationale unites the human race.

    No more deluded by reaction
    On tyrants only we'll make war
    The soldiers too will take strike action
    They'll break ranks and fight no more
    And if those cannibals keep trying
    To sacrifice us to their pride
    They soon shall hear the bullets flying
    We'll shoot the generals on our own side.

    No saviour from on high delivers
    No faith have we in prince or peer
    Our own right hand the chains must shiver
    Chains of hatred, greed and fear
    E'er the thieves will out with their booty [give up their booty]
    And give to all a happier lot.
    Each [those] at the forge must do their duty
    And we'll strike while the iron is hot.




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    L'Internationale

    Debout les damnés de la terre
    Debout les forçats de la faim
    La raison tonne en son cratère
    C'est l'éruption de la fin
    Du passe faisons table rase
    Foules, esclaves, debout, debout
    Le monde va changer de base
    Nous ne sommes rien, soyons tout

    C'est la lutte finale
    Groupons-nous, et demain (bis)
    L'Internationale
    Sera le genre humain

    Il n'est pas de sauveurs suprêmes
    Ni Dieu, ni César, ni tribun
    Producteurs, sauvons-nous nous-mêmes
    Décrétons le salut commun
    Pour que le voleur rende gorge
    Pour tirer l'esprit du cachot
    Soufflons nous-mêmes notre forge
    Battons le fer quand il est chaud

    L'état comprime et la loi triche
    L'impôt saigne le malheureux
    Nul devoir ne s'impose au riche
    Le droit du pauvre est un mot creux
    C'est assez, languir en tutelle
    L'égalité veut d'autres lois
    Pas de droits sans devoirs dit-elle
    Egaux, pas de devoirs sans droits

    Hideux dans leur apothéose
    Les rois de la mine et du rail
    Ont-ils jamais fait autre chose
    Que dévaliser le travail
    Dans les coffres-forts de la bande
    Ce qu'il a crée s'est fondu
    En décrétant qu'on le lui rende
    Le peuple ne veut que son dû.

    Les rois nous saoulaient de fumées
    Paix entre nous, guerre aux tyrans
    Appliquons la grève aux armées
    Crosse en l'air, et rompons les rangs
    S'ils s'obstinent, ces cannibales
    A faire de nous des héros
    Ils sauront bientôt que nos balles
    Sont pour nos propres généraux

    Ouvriers, paysans, nous sommes
    Le grand parti des travailleurs
    La terre n'appartient qu'aux hommes
    L'oisif ira loger ailleurs
    Combien, de nos chairs se repaissent
    Mais si les corbeaux, les vautours
    Un de ces matins disparaissent
    Le soleil brillera toujours.


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    Die Internationale

    Wacht auf, Verdammte dieser Erde,
    die stets man noch zum Hungern zwingt!
    Das Recht wie Glut im Kraterherde
    nun mit Macht zum Durchbruch dringt.
    Reinen Tisch macht mit dem Bedranger!
    Heer der Sklaven, wache auf!
    Ein nichts zu sein, tragt es nicht langer
    Alles zu werden, stromt zuhauf!

    Volker, hort die Signale!
    Auf, zum letzten Gefecht!
    Die Internationale
    Erkampft das Menschenrecht

    Es rettet uns kein hoh'res Wesen
    kein Gott, kein Kaiser, noch Tribun
    Uns aus dem Elend zu erlosen
    konnen wir nur selber tun!
    Leeres Wort: des armen Rechte,
    Leeres Wort: des Reichen Pflicht!
    Unmundigt nennt man uns Knechte,
    duldet die Schmach langer nicht!

    In Stadt und Land, ihr Arbeitsleute,
    wir sind die starkste Partei'n
    Die Mussigganger schiebt beiseite!
    Diese Welt muss unser sein;
    Unser Blut sei nicht mehr der Raben
    und der machtigen Geier Frass!
    Erst wenn wir sie vertrieben haben
    dann scheint die Sonn' ohn' Unterlass!

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