1919: Endsieg and Revolution
To children returning from vacation, the home is new, fresh, festive. But nothing has changed in it, since they left. Only because the duties were forgotten, of which every piece of furniture, every window, every lamp is otherwise a reminder, does the Sabbath peace once more repose, and for minutes one is at home in the multiplication table of rooms, chambers and corridors, as it will appear for the rest of one's life only in lies. Not otherwise did the world appear during the first days of the Month of Roses, nearly unchanged, in the steady light of its day of celebration, when it no longer stands under the law of labor, and the duties of those returning home are as light as vacation play.
-Theodor Adorno.
There are decades where nothing happens, and there are days where decades happen.
-Vladimir Lenin.
The fatal defect of the socialist is his desire to immanentize the eschaton, to make of politics a new and secular religion.
-Eric Voegelin.
"In our contemporary social and intellectual plight, it is nothing less than shocking to discover that those persons who claim to have discovered an absolute are usually the same people who also pretend to be superior to the rest. To find people in our day attempting to pass off to the world and recommending to others some nostrum of the absolute which they claim to have discovered is merely a sign of the loss of and the need for intellectual and moral certainty, felt by broad sections of the population who are unable to look life in the face."
-Karl Mannheim
O what fine thought we had because we thought
That the worst rogues and rascals had died out.
All teeth were drawn, all ancient tricks unlearned,
And a great army but a showy thing;
What matter that no cannon had been turned
Into a ploughshare? Parliament and king
Thought that unless a little powder burned
The trumpeters might burst with trumpeting
And yet it lack all glory; and perchance
The guardsmen's drowsy chargers would not prance.
Now days are dragon-ridden, the nightmare
Rides upon sleep: a drunken soldiery
Can leave the mother, murdered at her door,
To crawl in her own blood, and go scot-free;
The night can sweat with terror as before
We pieced our thoughts into philosophy,
And planned to bring the world under a rule,
Who are but weasels fighting in a hole.
-W.B. Yeats, 1919
Oh that year is a long time gone,
Oh that year is a long time gone,
But it'll be back before long…
'Till then I'll be singing this song
Say, there, did you hear the news?
The world has woken from its blues
Workers are striking in every town
They're gonna tear the bosses down
Richard was a family man
had three daughters in Birmingham
He was shipped off to France one year
Been fighting so long his mind's gone queer
Oh Richard could see some things right
That whole war was a madman's fight
He met up with some krauts that day
They resolved to make their masters pay…
Henry was a Minnesota lad
who worked the mines till his back went bad
He voted Bryan in sixteen
Just to see him shot by the machine
Oh Henry was a peaceful fellow
His friends all called him Mr. mellow
But when Wilson drafted his only son
He picked back up his old shotgun
The politicians told the men around
they'd cut all the radicals down,
bring the workers down to heel,
even if a man just wanted a meal.
I'll tell you the prosecutors' names,
Wilson, Churchill, and Petain,
For all their strutting they could never see,
The working man just wants to be free.
Oh that year is a long time gone,
Oh that year is a long time gone,
But it'll be back before long…
'Till then I'll be singing this song."
-Woody Guthrie, 1919
"Revisiting the Revolutions", European Broadcasting Collective -"The Month of Roses", November 19, 1998.
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We are situated in the large, rectangular common area of one of the neo-modernist apartment buildings constructed in Naples during the 1960s, now converted into an assisted living facility for the elderly. The room is bathed in natural light from a single, continuous window pane stretching along the entirety of the upper portion of the right wall. A light-gray synthetic cotton and wool couch hugs an adjacent wall, which is decorated with the flags of the German Socialist Republic and Free Italian Council Republic. Both of these flags find contemporary use primarily on ceremonial occasions.
The camera is focused on a woman of mixed vietnamese-european heritage, who sits upright on a finely crafted wooden upholstered armchair in casual garb. She addresses the viewer in German, employing a tone which is solemn but not condescending.
"This month, we celebrate the eightieth anniversary of the October Revolution. Amid the ongoing debate over the decommodification initiatives, it has become common to invoke its memory as a point of argument - perhaps you have done so yourself. And yet, for all we read about and discuss the revolution, there are fewer individuals than ever who have lived through it. Our EBC researchers learned that in this very apartment in Naples, there are no less than a half-dozen individuals who participated in the November Revolution. Today, we talk to them to get a sense of how it was made and experienced."
The camera slowly rotates, revealing six venerable individuals, all likely over the age of 90. They are dressed in clothes made primarily of cotton and synthetic fabrics; most of them are casual and relatively light, matching the warm climes of Naples.
"We are talking today to Anneliese, Tommaso, Bianca, Paolo, Cornelia, and Albert. Anneliese worked at a textile plant in Berlin."
*The camera zooms to Anneliese before recolored images are displayed of the worker's tenements in Neukolln.*
"Tommaso was a skilled metalworker, shop steward, and labor activist in Genoa."
A sheepish smile flashes across the face of the wiry Italian man, and then the program cuts to another recolored image, this one of a gathering of men in workmen's clothes discussing something among themselves at a factory canteen. A similar process is repeated as we are introduced to Bianca, a tenant farmer in Sicily, Albert, a Bavarian soldier serving on the western front, Paolo, an agricultural laborer in Romagna, and Cornelia, the wife of a shopkeeper in Rotterdam.
"I wanted to begin with you, Anneliese. What were you doing at the time?"
The lady adjusts her glasses, and speaks in a slow, precise tone, mixing occasional Italian words with German ones.
"Well, I was working in a small workshop, making clothes at the time…I began the war as a secretary, you see, and that…that ended in 1915, when the business was shuttered. My husband, Johanne, had just been sent off, which I truly didn't believe to be possible - you see, he worked making the shells, and for five years that had protected him from the draft, even as the other men of Neukolln were emptied out of the neighborhood."
"What do you remember of the months leading up to November?"
"Oh, it was intolerable - the whole war was, but 1919…" She pauses to think for a moment, her face frozen. "With the flu, and the street-goons, and the lack of bread, with the news of what was going on at the front…it appeared that the whole world was on the verge of collapsing."
"How about November? Did you get any hint of what was to occur?"
"No, not truly. There was always a plan for some strike or some action, but these never really came to anything at all. It's why, well-".
She pauses for a moment, now chuckling softly. The host urges her to continue on.
"Oh, I was unsure if you wanted me to speak of what happened in November yet."
"Please do."
"Well, as I was saying - it seemed to me, certainly at the time, and even moreso now - it seemed to me that there was something miraculous about these events. Now, I know what you are thinking - I am not a religious person, but I have found no other way to account for what happened."
"Can you expand on this?"
"Oh, well, perhaps I am being sentimental. You know, it is just that for five years, we had been living under a kind of terror, and then in a few days, in what felt like an instant, it was all gone. Not truly, but in that month, that is how it felt.
The whole city was draped in the red flags, the overseer was gone from the workshop, the police had laid down their arms, but what was most striking, really, was that it seemed that all of Berlin was in the middle of some sort of celebration…music blaring, men locking arms and singing, young women in the street with boys…it all seemed out of a dream, but then, when we heard of what was happening in Italy, in France,, and even in America and England, well…you must understand, even then nobody really understood what we were living through."
"Well, we've come to refer to the period as the November Revolution." A chorus of chuckles from the other participants, who have thus far been silent. "But you say you didn't understand it - do you think we do so better now?"
Anneliese frowns and gives a slight shake of her head. "No…if anything, I feel as if we understand it less. Now it is all about, well, the worker's struggle, the achievement of socialism, and I don't mean to gainsay these things, but that month, well, to me it felt more like a shedding of the past than a leap into the future. That came later, that was a different matter."
That verdict seems to hang over the gathered conversationalists for a moment, until Tommaso speaks up.
"I felt the same way at the time. I was involved in the walkout of a few dozen men, but the whole revolution, it did appear at first as something almost miraculous…there weren't many of us who thought we could win, you see, who really could imagine us workers taking power, but there were enough. I think, well, I think that one can't today really understand the revolution in the sense Anneliese wants us to, but it's not any failing of the young, really, they haven't lived through what we did, and they couldn't know what it was like when the spell of the war, really, of the whole past, was finally broken.
We had an expression for the time - the month of roses - you see, it really was just a month, in which we all felt that we could forget the war, the past, when it seemed as if something new was about to be born, and we just had to wait for it to emerge. That would take a good while longer, of course, and maybe we are…" The man glances to Anneliese for a moment. "Maybe we are simply being sentimental, but I do think there is something in that month which should be preserved, beyond the fighting and the struggle. There was a sense, I suppose, that things once closed had been opened, that for a time all things were possible, that we had at last come to an unexplored and undiscovered country which had been simply awaiting our arrival."
History as Apocalypse: Eschatological Experiences of the Great War, Karl Mannheim
…In the final year of the great war, people began to understand their experience in overtly eschatological terms. The shift into a more religious register of discourse is present not only for nationalists and catholics, but also among socialists, secular liberals and revolutionaries of all stripes. Ravaged by plague, food shortages, and the depredations of state-funded paramilitaries, individuals started to conceive of the war's final year as a prelude to the apocalypse. Parallel visions also proliferated of a new age of abundance, to be ushered in by nationalist victory, the end of the nation-state, socialist revolution, the second coming of christ, or even American intervention in the war.
The widening of the conflict and the acceleration of fighting on the western front fed this eschatological understanding; the war was "meant" to wind down at this point, it was only "natural" for civilization to return to its normal order, and yet it appeared to only grow larger and more deadly as Netherlands and China entered the fray. Many started to predict that the conflict would soon consume the entire world, that the last five years were merely an introduction to the real conflict which was now beginning…
For the socialists, the call became "Either Socialism or Barbarism", either a clean break with the past or the continuation of the war until it transformed European states into massive, all-seeing military dictatorships and their populations into little more than slaves. For the nationalists, the slogan was either victory or degeneration, either a valiant campaign of national defense or a defeat in which the nation would inevitably disintegrate into the anarchy and lawlessness of social revolution. For liberal pacifists, only a peace followed by the creation of a unified democratic confederacy of nations could save Europe from the horror of both social revolution and permanent military dictatorship. The players had revealed their cards, and few would brook any compromise with the enemy…
Incompetence or Historical Destiny: International Socialism in the Great War, Wilhelm Pieck
…The standard line, adopted by the Luxemburgists and eagerly parroted by the successors of the Social-Democrats and Italian syndicalists, has been that the European revolution of 1919 was by necessity a movement from the masses upwards, in which the spontaneous action of the proletariat burst asunder the old regimes of Europe. This neatly absolves responsibility (and perhaps blame) from the international socialist movement, which met on no less than four occasions and, by the time of the Trenton Conference, at least signaled they were willing to use strike action to end the conflict and force a status quo peace.
Given the manifestly revolutionary situation that already existed in early 1919, it is a small wonder that the socialist movement in both its centrist and left-wing varieties did so little to coordinate organized resistance. If there were not a November Revolution, we socialists would be astounded at the timidity of even the most radical factions, and their consistent inability to work in tandem with worker's movements. We might even call it a historic mistake, a missed opportunity - but alas, the November Revolution has diverted attention from such questions.
Here, I will try to call us back to them. Why was the spread of socialism in both the factory and the trench not matched by an effort of socialist parties to wield their expanding social base for revolutionary ends? Was a popular revolt inevitable and the chaos of the revolutionary period inevitable, or might a trained and disciplined socialist party on the Bolshevik model been capable of carrying out a revolution by January, 1919, thus saving millions of lives from the lunacy of the decaying European bourgeoisie?
"Endsieg" and the War in 1919, Arthur Schlesinger Jr
The key question of 1919 is not how revolution occurred, but why the combatants continued to wage war even when the danger of revolution was so palpable. For the entente powers, the answer had a great deal to do with the punitive German war goals; whatever the threat of social revolution, it was felt by French military officers and politicians that surrendering the eastern territories and consenting to harsh German reparations would constitute a national humiliation that France could not recover from. In Britain, pacifist sentiment among elites was significantly more widespread, but the realignment of politics in East Asia and the fear of an American-German alliance in the postwar era meant that most felt they had to keep fighting to contain the potential German hegemon before confronting the burgeoning North American one.
In many respects, Entente prospects improved in 1919. After a year in which their advantage in raw troop numbers deteriorated, the infusion of colonial troops allowed them to once again achieve a favorable correlation of forces. In conjunction with the technological superiority of the allied forces, most British generals believed that they could prevent a German breakout to Paris and bleed the Central Powers until Ludendorff was forced to come to the table. Few envisioned that the Germans would so quickly make up their military-technological deficit.
As for Germany and Austria-Hungary, matters were somewhat more clear. Even if we backet the idiosyncrasies of Ludendorff, most of the OHL and members of the cabinet privately expressed that the only way to avert revolution was to win the war. In fact, this was a sentiment also shared in France, Bulgaria, Greece, and Austria. Leaders broadly felt that the years of hardship must be compensated for with a decisive victory that would reconcile the people to the state. A defeat, or perhaps even worse - a negotiated, status quo peace - would call into question the entire purpose of the war, and thereby delegitimize the political elites who brought the nation into the conflict.
The decision to continue the war was a gamble made by desperate men fighting for their own survival. It was also a decision made with full knowledge of the deteriorating morale in the army. German and French soldiers were both close to their breaking point. A man can only fight in such miserable conditions for so long. As German Tanks began rolling onto the front in February, the fighting took on an entirely new character. The widespread dispersal of more effective offensive weaponry meant that the trenches no longer offered the same protection from assault. Simultaneously, the exhaustion of the soldiers precluded large-scale offensives. Consequently, the fighting devolved into small-scale, often extraordinarily brutal skirmishes. Even though the number of soldiers on the frontlines were around 20% smaller than in 1916 and 1918, casualties were 10% higher.
In a recent text, Enzo Traverso contends that from 1917-1919, the war shifted from a consensual "war of peoples" to a coercive "war of states". In 1919, this tendency reached its culmination with the introduction of manifold new forms of repression. At the front, three new forms of personnel were introduced in 1919. Though some of these were present in part in previous years, only in the final year of the war did they form an interlocking system of social control.
Firstly, there were the so-called "military police". These were not soldiers tasked with policing occupied areas, but loyalist, politically reliable personnel, typically junior officers, who had the task of ensuring discipline and quashing dissent. They frequently acted as conduits between the state and two other institutions: the frontline reservists and the office of internal military intelligence. The latter was typically, though not universally, a formally established institution within the military, which had the task of monitoring and tracking troop discontent and socialist agitation; in contrast, the presence of "frontline reservists" was rarely officially recognized, but they were employed pervasively throughout 1919. "Frontline reservists" was itself something of a euphemism, as the soldiers who composed these brigades were neither reservists nor truly on the frontline. Instead, they were situated several hundred yards behind the front, with the task of detaining or simply shooting soldiers who attempted to desert or flee.
The different nations employed these institutions differently, and frequently leaned on some more heavily than others. In Britain, the frontline reservists rarely shot soldiers, most often detaining them for a future court-martial. While there were an informal class of "military police", in practice they tended to be enlisted in the intelligence services. The relative lack of coercion can likely be accounted for by the British Army's superior morale, which was bolstered by generous leave times and (comparatively) luxurious supplies.
In France, Germany, and Austria, much more weight was placed on coercion. Germany created an expansive and efficient military police system, built on the solid bedrock of its stellar junior officer class. These officers frequently had some level of camaraderie with their soldiers, and, unlike in the French system, they were not designated officially as military police. More overt forms of coercion were farmed out to the troops at the rear and the military intelligence units, who frequently visited the front to arrest soldiers suspected of disloyalty. In France, the military police were much more reviled, but they also were smaller and only composed a fraction of the total officer class. Much more common was the use of loyal common soldiers as informants and spies.
The growth of the surveillance and disciplinary apparatus drained resources from the actual task of war. States started to conceive of the war as a battle on "two fronts": against the external enemy, and against internal military and domestic agitators. This new war, between the state and the domestic population, constituted the final culmination of the tendency toward the accumulation of state power identified by Traverso. Among the primary combatants, a whole slate of new government offices were created, tasked with the explicit purpose of repressing domestic and military disobedience. Only in England was there a sufficiently active liberal civil society to offer meaningful resistance to the state's assault on civil liberties; everywhere, the entire tradition of Liberal individualism was under relentless siege by totalizing military-bureaucratic states.
The metastasis and deformation of the state was a logical consequence of the miserable conditions which were imposed on domestic populations and the corresponding surge of social unrest. In part, so long as states continued to participate in the war, they had little control over this: the skyrocketing inflation in nearly every belligerent power could only be avoided by fiscal retrenchment, something which was politically and militarily impossible in this final and most deadly phase of the war. There were efforts made by these states to pacify domestic populations - more, in fact, than were made at almost any other point in the war. The war against the internal agitator had to be paired with a war of pacification which would improve living conditions and exterminate the poverty and want which fed discontent. In France, Germany, and Austria, real efforts were made to placate labor unions and improve factory conditions. Harsh new laws were passed against war profiteering. By the time the revolution broke out, it is likely that the burden of the war was more equally distributed than at any other point.
Yet by this point, this was more an equality of want than anything else. The growth of the state apparatus did not allow it to conjure forth the resources and wealth that had been decimated by the war. The decline in living standards - in the ability of the vast majority of individuals to reliably procure the most basic necessities - fell inescapably in every nation, and effected an ever-wider proportion of the population. By this point, it was the extensive policing apparatus of the state, not its meager attempts to rectify wartime shortages, which held back the tides of revolution. And it was not equipped to do so indefinitely.