May 16th, 1942, 4:06 AM
The ring of the phone woke Earl Browder up.
"Did they install a phone in…."
It was then he felt the softness of the bed he was on. As he came to, he began to notice the size of the bed. The blankets on it.
He soon saw the little cabinet to the side. The large wooden door. The table with the tea kettle. The green plastered walls on the other side. The photos of Lenin, Eugene Debs, Daniel DeLeon, and Bill Foster hanging.
This was most certainly not his cell at the Atlanta Federal Penitentiary, where he went to sleep last night. Did they take him here in the middle of the night? Right when Roosevelt had commuted his sentence? Wasn't out of the bourgeois playbook. Strange they'd put him in this room.
The phone rang again, and Browder spotted it next to bed. After some hesitation, he reached out and picked it up.
".... Hello?"
"Apologies for waking you at this time, Comrade Secretary-General"
He recognized the voice as that of Morris Childs, his young protege. His brother Jack was his assistant.
"You're needed at Stavka for a Council meeting."
Stavka? "Like in Moscow?"
"No, like alongside the Potomac.
"Yeah, yeah, okay." So, he was in DC. Though, there was no "Stavka" there, as he remembered it at least. And the Council…
"Is the Politburo meeting?"
"The election is over, so probably not. Regardless, it's the Revolutionary Military Council"
The election? It's mid-May! Also, the Revolutionary Military what?
"Is Bob there? Bob Minor? I might need to speak with him"
"I thought you knew this, he left for Canada a few days ago. He and Franklin Roosevelt are trying to work out a trade deal with them now that they're in the war."
"Wait, Bob's with the President? Was that part of the deal?"
"The President? What are you talking about? Roosevelt is just a cabinet secretary and an opposition leader. And yeah, it was part of the deal to get them on board with our coalition government."
What the hell was going on?
"Are you okay, Comrade Secretary-General? Do you need to sleep more?"
"No, no, I'll try to get to this meeting. Where is it again?"
"If you've forgotten, the chauffeur probably remembers. Just get dressed."
He put down the phone, and shuttered. When he went to sleep, he was in a prison cell, about to be released from his sentence. He had beaten the unwarranted passport charge made against him, and now he was in this green, luxurious room, having to go to some meeting, and the President was hanging around with the acting head of his party.
He looked out the window, to see more clues. He saw a large lawn. To the side was a large white building. It looked familiar…
"Wait, am I in…"
Above it was a flag. But not the Stars and Stripes. It was Red and Black, with a yellow symbol he couldn't discern.
Looked a little like the Party flag.
[....]
Browder shifted in his suit. A smaller version of the flag pinned to his collar. A red pocket square. The last time he was in the backseat of the car was in the paddy wagon he was put in to transport him to Atlanta.
After finding his clothes and getting dressed, he worked around the White House. He noted that there were no photos of the Founding Fathers, no patriotic iconography. Rather, there were murals much like the ones he saw in the Soviet Union. Busts of the old socialists Eugene Debs, Daniel DeLeon, Karl Marx, even the late Emma Goldman.
There were a lot of assistants, both male and female, who were helping him out. They dismissed his confusion as merely sleepiness. Moreover, it seemed like he was…. Respected among them. He didn't expect White House aides to treat him with such deference.
He ultimately asked for a map of Washington, and received one very quickly. Upon opening, the words, "Debs Commune, DeLeon City" popped out at him.
It looked like Washington. Had the Washington and Lincoln Memorials listed, but he certainly didn't remember a city with the names of two socialists on it. Certainly not some of the landmarks, like the "Debs Monument" or the "Temple of the Revolution".
Browder, somehow, came to realize he was in some sort of Buck Rogers/Flash Gordon kind of scenario. He was on some strange version of Earth where the socialist revolution had happened 9 years ago, and there were certain things that were different.
"How is Raisa?", the driver of the car, Helmut, suddenly asked
"Hm?"
"Your wife"
So, that was the same. "Fine."
"Heard she was in Russia. Some diplomatic mission."
"Right, right." Honestly, he couldn't even remember the last time he had spoken to his wife. She visited him often in prison, but his upcoming release precluded that.
"Congratulations on your election to SecGen, Comrade."
"Thank you." He was apparently in the same position he had been before, but this time, as the head of state. Bill Foster was the old premier, but he was gone by now. Didn't catch who was premier now before he left.
Much of DC looked like the one he left behind. That is, until they finally arrived at Stavka.
Browder was awed by the fortress before him. It looked very reminiscent of the buildings he had seen in Moscow. Very collectivist, very imposing. It looked like the buildings in Moscow.
A soldier opened the door quickly, scaring Browder. He feared this was an elaborate, cruel ruse meant to send him back to prison. The soldier pulled Browder out and saluted him.
"Comrade Chairman, I hope we didn't disrupt your sleep."
"No, no of course not."
A small cadre of soldiers surrounded Browder as he walked up the steps. He followed them primarily, as they walked into the building. The wood paneling and bustling energy of soldiers and workers reminded him of the war planning buildings he'd see in the newsreels. Except with a seal with a Raven on it (Browder didn't understand that, but let it slide).
They moved through the building, full of machinery and people running, before getting to the center. A large circular room with a circular table at the center. Large maps of Europe, Asia, South America, Africa and the entire world hung on the walls.
He was relieved to see some familiar faces sitting already there at the table, even if they looked slightly different.
He was surprised to see Eugene Dennis in a suit similar to his, with the red handkerchief. He hadn't seen Dennis with such a nice suit. Interestingly, his name tag was his birth name. Perhaps he never changed it?
That old Wobbly Liz Flynn looked the same, with her hat and suit dress. Always a pleasure to see the old "Rebel Girl".
Browder was extremely surprised to see Marty Abern there. Abern, Cannon, and that whole Trotskyist lot were expelled from the Party before the Stock Market Crash, from what Browder remembered. From his tag, he was actually this world's version of the Secretary of War! Was there more to this world than he knew? Maybe Abern stuck with Foster.
The rest, he couldn't place. Some stern looking military men (including a black man, which Browder appreciated), and some other bureaucrats around.
He didn't recognize an older gentleman in a grey suit, but did recognize the name under him: Theodore Roosevelt III.
Browder recognized the bespectacled fellow in the white suit, Harry Truman. He was the Senator from Missouri, he believed.
Browder definitely didn't recognize a sterner, German man sitting to the side. His name was Paul Mattick, and Browder didn't know him.
Browder sat down, and Abern stood up. "Alright, now we just wait…"
"I'm here, I'm here."
Everyone turned to see the man coming in. Browder didn't recognize him for a second, but once he got closer, Browder stood in silence.
He was 20 years older, with a little bit of grey now in his hair, and he looked a bit heavier, but more energetic than the last time Browder had seen him, but the man before him was John Silas Reed.
Browder watched in discomfort as Reed headed to his seat. Browder remembered when Reed died 20 years ago. He had seen his grave at the Kremlin Necropolis. And here he was, living, breathing.
"Alright, comrades, let's begin."
Browder was so stunned he barely registered the sentence.
"Oh, yes, start, start…."
What was this world?
(This was a
short story I posted in the Fanfiction Thread some years ago. Since I didn't have time for a good April Fool's update, figured it might tide people over)