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March 13, 1920
Now the counter-revolution has begun. This morning, troops
loyal to the king marched into Döberitz with black-white-red
flags. The government has fled, public buildings have been
occupied, and Vorwärts and
Freiheit[1] have been banned. People are standing together in packs on
the streets, everyone seems stunned.
What will happen
now?
March again, that restless month!
[…]
Sunday, March 14, 1920
The majority [Social Democrats] and the Independent Social Democrats have joined forces. General strike.
March 17, 1920
Wednesday. Today is the third day of the general strike. Berlin
is completely cut off. In the western districts, there is electric
light thanks to the technical emergency aid (schoolchildren,
students). Here, it is completely dark at night. A darkness like
in the countryside. Jet black. But it is strange to hear the
resounding footsteps of people on the asphalt. During the actual
night, it is both quiet and dark.
Otty Ehlers was with us
last night. She came by bike with Hans[2] and brought a liter of petroleum.
Hans is in the city
a lot. Last night he brought good news that the new government was
collapsing and that a coalition government was expected.
But
Karl[3] had bad news from a reliable source. The SPD and USPD are
falling apart again. The Independents do not want to miss this
last opportunity to establish the dictatorship of the proletariat.
They are armed and want to take up the fight. The SPD is against
the dictatorship and therefore against the Independents. Now, I
fear, terrible fratricidal struggles may and will occur.
When
I heard this, it weighed on my chest like lead, terribly
heavy.
This morning I told Hans this news. I asked him to act
wisely. To examine himself very carefully to see whether he could
take responsibility for the consequences of the actions of the
Independents. To remain true to his once-expressed principle that
the use of force is evil.
The real reason why I spoke in this
way was, of course, concern for his life. That he could decide in
such a way that we would lose him too.
In the evening, Hans,
who has been out on his bike all day, brings the news that the
Independents are said to have stormed a Spandau barracks and are
on the march, heavily armed. Karl confirms the same thing that
evening.
Vienna and Vilnius are said to have a soviet
republic, as are some German cities.
March 18, 1920
[…]
Windy, damp, mild March weather.
The first special edition
[of the newspaper] in the morning. The old government is returning
to Berlin, Kapp and Lüttwitz are finished. The old government has
made the following concessions:
1. new elections to the
National Assembly within two months
2. direct election of the
president by the people
3. reorganization of the
government.
This is the compromise between the old and new
governments. Now we’ll see what the Independents have to say about
it.
Hans goes into town early by bike, Karl is busy. A day
that drags on for me. Especially in the evening when it was dark
and I sat with my mother by the one lamp and she talked for hours
about her fantasies.[4] It was almost eerily isolated. Then Frau Sonnewald came
home and brought a fresh face and laughter with her. And an hour
later Hans came and then Karl. Thank God—I was alive
again.
Hans brought the news that the majority government was
thinking of uniting with all right-wing parties against the left.
That’s crazy. Because Karl says that the mood among the majority
comrades has become much more radical, and that any action against
the Independents would be rejected. The trade unions are demanding
a purely socialist government. A say in the choice of ministers
and the disarmament of the Baltic troops.[5]
Thus a rift has opened up between most of the
majority socialists and their government. The latter is said to
have rejected a merger with the USPD, despite the fact that the
USPD is said to have agreed to temporarily refrain from
introducing a council constitution.
The fear of the Red Army
marching in from Spandau is so great that the bourgeois parties
are turning to the majority socialists again and, in order not to
give up control, they are declaring themselves against the
radicals.
The Baltic troops have withdrawn to Döberitz but
have not been disarmed. As they withdrew, they fired into the
crowd and shouted abuse at them in several places in
Berlin.
I am reading Kropotkin’s “French Revolution” and am
amazed at the parallels now. The Gironde in its entire behavior
corresponds perfectly to the majority socialists. The Independents
correspond to the left-wing group of the Convention. Then there is
the great mass of people pushing forward, with the “enragés”, the
rabble-rousers who plunge back into the darkness, who always stir
things up and keep the revolutionary fire alive.
March 19, 1920
Hans has only just cycled into town at midday. It is said that
Noske has been dismissed. That would be a matter of
course.
Accompanied Karl on his rounds. There is great unrest
in the streets. Small posters have been stuck up everywhere by the
Independents and Communists: a call for the immediate formation of
revolutionary workers’ councils. In response, a very sensible
leaflet has been issued by the district leadership of the SPD. It
warns against the hasty step of establishing a soviet-style
republic but calls for a more radical government.
When I get
home, I find Hans and Otty. Hans is bringing food for Karl’s
poorest patients, donated by the Quakers, and Otty is going to
collect dirty laundry in Friedenau on behalf of the
Quakers.
Hans tells me that there is great excitement in the
city center. He got caught in two shootouts.
March 20, 1920
[…]
Politically, the left-wing parties have been given a lot of
concessions. A purely socialist government is to be formed, and
the troops are to be disarmed. The workers are incredulous and
refuse to end the strike. Today is the first day of a week-long
general strike. At night, heavy guns can be heard from far away.
Closer by, machine guns can also be heard. Yesterday, there was
terrible and brutal shooting at Alexanderplatz.
The increase
in food shortages is not even calculable. Karl is completely
desperate about what this will do to the children. Our pump at
Wörther Platz is empty, and if the neighboring pumps are the same,
we will soon have no water.
[…]
Sunday, March 21st, 1920
The strike continues. The left-wing socialist parties want to
keep it up until a council constitution is implemented.
In
the afternoon, Hans goes to Ehlers’ to pick up the food supplies
he bought. Karl and I go into town. We turn back at the wire
fences of Hackescher Markt. The streets are full of peaceful
strollers and playing children. It is beautiful but still harsh
spring weather.
Monday, March 22, 1920
[…]
The strike continues. It has been a full week since the general strike began. For all of the working class districts, this means no light, no water (except for the pumps, which are gradually failing), no coal, no transportation, no vegetables. I don't know what the situation is with milk. Bread is still being baked for the time being, and although there are no fresh vegetables, there are still salted vegetables. When I was standing in line for bread today, I heard the women talking to each other. One of them came by and said, “You have it good, you're standing in the sun!” to which a woman standing next to me replied, “But that's all we have.”
[…]
Late March 1920
The strike is called off. The goal has been reached. The Kapp
government is finished. A new cabinet has been chosen, a coalition
cabinet. The Independents and communists are grumbling. A strike
is looming again.
Palm Sunday 1920 [March 28, 1920]
There was a big unification meeting at the Busch Circus today.
I couldn’t get in. Karl managed to get in towards the end. He said
that there was not much talk of unification. Katzenstein[6] spoke very clumsily and caused a great commotion.
[…]
When the strike had been ended successfully but the
streets were still without lighting, I stood with Hans at the open
window one evening. Below, deep darkness—above the houses, a
starry sky and the white crescent moon. Below, in the darkness,
you could hear the sound of many people’s footsteps. Young voices
sang triumphantly: “These are the working men—the proletariat!” –
It was beautiful.
[…]
Good Friday 1920 [April 2, 1920]
[…]
In
the evening, I was at a meeting called by Karl Hiller, where the
founding of a new non-partisan party was discussed. There are
intelligent people there. We like Deri best.[7] They all agree that it is necessary to work for socialism
within the framework of one of the major parties, and that the
implementation of socialism is the be-all and end-all. He speaks
well, he has improved a lot in public speaking. I am very happy
about that.
[…]
May 1, 1920
Cool, clear, windy, sunny weather.
World Holiday! When you
say this word, you feel elevated.
A self-created holiday
celebrated all over the world, that is May 1. Another day of
struggle, but also a day of joy, a spring day, a day of
reconciliation between nations. And so beautiful that the May Day
celebrations go back to pagan times.
I went to the parade
ground where the communists were supposed to gather. But there
were so few people there that I went to Schwedter Straße to the
KAPD.[8] A young man was speaking there. May 1st was not a day of
celebration, but a day of remembrance, of oaths, of
struggle.
To be a proletarian and to live through this time
in the firm, faithful expectation of the communist empire, to know
that one’s own person is counted and needed, that must give a
tremendous feeling of strength. Every socialist has it to a
certain extent, but the majority of socialists, with the idea of a
gradual transformation of conditions into socialism, have
something pallid about them compared to the Independents and above
all the communists, who are determined to use all means and who
expect the violent change from capitalism to communism at any
time.
The Vorwärts
says:
“This is the day made by the people
It will be
remembered throughout the world.”
But I saw a gruesome
farce: two invalids—war invalids?—were pushing a barrel organ in
front of them. One of them, a horribly ugly and miserable person,
always played the Internationale on it, while the other, even
younger and also looking miserable, in a gray uniform coat with a
top hat, went around as a kind of clown and collected money. Both
had decorated themselves with red flowers behind their ears and
[on their] hats and canes. Children surrounded them, shouting
hello.
They made fun of each other, and in their misery, they
looked quite gruesome.
[…]
Notes
Source of original German text: Käthe Kollwitz, Die Tagebücher, ed. Jutta Bohnke-Kollwitz. East Berlin: Wolf Jobst Siedler Verlag, 1989, pp. 457–65, 469-70.