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Rosa Luxemburg (1986)
Sonjusha, you're bitter about
my long imprisonment, and ask, "How is it that some people may decide the fate of others?" My dear, the history of civilisation is based on people deciding the fate of others, and that is deeply rooted in the conditions of our material existence. Only an agonising new development can bring about change. And you ask, "What's it all for?" "What for" conveys nothing about the totality of life and its many forms. Why are there blue tits in the world? I really don't know. But I'm really glad they do exist, and it gives me great comfort when suddenly, over the prison wall, I hear their tweets in the distance. Sonitshka, be happy and calm for my sake. Everything will turn out for the best, believe me. Give my regards to Karl. Many embraces, Rosa. Firing squad! Attention! Quick, help me up! - Who is it? - One of them's Brodna. Kaminski, Kozinski. I don't know the others. - Murderers! Executioners! - Stop! Aim! Fire! Murderers! Anna Matschke. Murderers. Aim. Fire! How long are you going to watch it? I want to see it bloom. It sleeps at night, just like you do. Tomorrow you'll see it bloom. Time for bed, darling. Remove the blindfold. It was a misunderstanding, madam. Leave us. Which doesn't mean that you won't be shot one day. Sit down. Please. - Have you got anything to tell me today? - No. Why not? For the same reason as always - because I don't know anything. There's one thing you do know - your name isn't Anna Matschke. The Prussian authorities were very helpful. It would appear that the Tsar authorities have an equally poor opinion of you. Rosa Luxemburg is a leading figure in the German social democratic and international socialist movements. She passionately incites her listeners to carry out acts of propaganda, the aim of which is to overthrow the present social order by means of revolution, using the most contemptible methods. Good work, eh? Now all we need to find out is the name of the man who was arrested with you. My name's Anna Matschke now. - Tell the comrades who I really am. - Understood. We use agitation, not weapons. What does Leo say? Weapons are intended only for defence. We must protect our own. Of course, agitation is most important... Disrupting the government with group action is only dangerous for absolutism. It's Socialist agitation, not throwing bombs or wounding the police, that actually defeated the Tsarist administration in Georgia. Agitation will pave the way to a general strike and lead to street revolt, which will extend the revolutionary turmoil to the countryside, the villages, thereby increasing the area of conflict... Here. I told you not to come here. You can't give me orders, Leo. I'm a party member of the council, just like you. You're more useful in Berlin than in Poland. I was, as long as you kept me informed. Recently, I've had to beg for news, so I make sure I'm getting it myself, right here and now. I don't want you to stay. What use am I in Berlin, when there's a revolution in Russia? You can't exclude me from such an important moment in our history. I'm no longer a little student, and I won't be dictated to. You still don't seem to understand that. Give me a hug. I've missed you. Not: "the so-called reasonable people consider socialism "the product of a sick imagination," but: "the so-called reasonable people consider socialism an illusion." The way you put it, it's too watered down. The main thing is that it's clear. You'll spoil everything by being so pedantic. And stop pacing up and down. It makes me nervous! And you, my dear, are letting your temperament affect the way you write. I'm going to write the article myself. We'll have to wait a week before we can go to press. Try to understand - what we need is dialectics and a radical new idea. Dialectics - do you understand? New ideas require time to develop. That's the dialectic. Time will tell which of us has a better grasp of that, you ape! Your answer is better than your article. "What we should do..." Are you the author? Among other things, it's about the freedom of the press. The right of everyone to express their views in speech and in writing. But not everyone has the means to publish their opinions. That's why we came to you. In the end, I'd prefer to publish my own opinions. Here you go. Anton. Prepare this. Open up! Police! It seems that you don't know who you have living here. - THE RED FLAG - Did you publish this? There must be some kind of misunderstanding. We're journalists from Germany. Names? - Anna Matschke and Otto Engelmann. - Come with us. Please wait outside, my friend has to get dressed. Hurry up! Listen, I don't want my family to make a martyr out of me. You can't ignore my wishes, just because I'm in prison. I beg you - no more pleas for clemency. And don't involve the German consul. They're in for a long wait if they expect me to beg for protection. Get me transferred to a single cell, so I can write. I can't wait to convey everything I've heard and seen to Germany. But you may face a war tribunal. If you keep speaking German, this visit is over. Those months in Warsaw were the best in my life. I'm worried about you, sister. Oh! These are times of upheaval. The existing order deserves to be destroyed. It doesn't make any sense to be in jail for a lost cause. It only seems that way! We need patience, Josef. And good spirits. Your time's up. - See you soon. - See you. I'll come again. To your freedom. I thought I was only let out because of my bad health. Any news about Leo? The German Press revealed him. He was prosecuted. The charge read: "Attempt, via armed insurgency, to overturn the monarchist administration "prescribed in the Russian constitution." You know what it means. You can expect the same prosecution too if you don't leave Warsaw soon. Will you say good night, Aunt Rosa? Of course I will. Are you staying with us now? - I have to return to Berlin. - Why? I work in the German Socialist Party. It's the largest and strongest labour movement in Europe. Are you coming back? I don't know. I'll write to you a lot. - Will you put flowers inside? - Lots of flowers. Sing something. The valley, the valley The valley of a small brook Why don't you love me? Was I not nice? The valley, the valley The valley of a small meadow Why don't you love me? Am I just a toy... Dziodziu, you kept your promise! - Pick me up, Dziodziu. - You're too heavy, Rosa. Please, Dziodziu. Pick me up, just for a moment. You know I like it. So begins your reign of terror, huh? I want you to be kind. Confess your love for me. You needn't fear that you're going to humiliate yourself. What do you want to hear? That you're the smartest and most beautiful woman I know? The best! I'm better than you, so I have a right to make you my subject. I want us to be together as man and wife. But we've been living together for a long time, Rosa. I mean in our own place, with our own furniture, and a library. Quietly working together and taking walks together. We can go to the opera every now and then, and take a trip to the country once a year. Good evening, August. May I present Leo Tyszka? Party chairman August Bebel and his wife. - Nice to meet you. Do you speak German? - A little. Not very well. We'll meet again later. I've had a wonderful time, but I'd rather be alone with you. You wanted to dance. It's a great opportunity to meet the comrades without any formalities. Luise. Good evening. May I present Leo Tyszka? He's a comrade from Poland. Luise Kautsky, Hans Kautsky. - Nice to meet you. - It's my pleasure. Luise is a real friend, and we hardly ever talk about politics. - What about you two? - More than I want to, sometimes. - Where's Carolus Magnus? - Over there. He doesn't dance. Good evening, Carolus Magnus. Leo Tyszka, my teacher and mentor from Poland. Karl Kautsky, my teacher in Germany. - Ignaz Auer. - Pleased to meet you. Thank you. Have you come here from Poland? No, from Zurich. An emigrant... Will you be staying in Berlin long? I don't know yet. So, you're a member of the Polish Socialist Party, like Rosa? Yes, I'm one of the founders. So it was you who had a dispute with Plekhanov? - Yes. - Interesting. - May I ask you a couple of questions? - Go ahead. Clara, how nice to see you again. Rosa! Good evening! - May I introduce you to my sons? Maxim. - Good evening. - Kostja. - Good evening. I didn't know that your children were grown up. You should come and visit me in Stuttgart sometime. - I think we'd get along well. - So do I. Do sit down. May I? I don't want to dance with you, Comrade Bernstein. This isn't a party meeting, dear comrade. You've got the right to enjoy yourself at a party. I can't have fun with you today and argue with you tomorrow. Excuse me, please, Clara. I'll see you later. It's a wonderful party. Rosa has snubbed him again. Bernstein will complain bitterly about your lack of humour. He mistakes humour for opportunism. That's just the way he is. Let's see when you'll expel me. I won't expel anyone. I'm the one who's leaving. Come on Leo, let's dance! What impression did you get of Karl? He doesn't know a thing about Poland. That's why he lets me write about it. You should pull a few strings with each of them. Dziodziu, that method works in a Polish puppet show, but not for the majority of the party! May I? Thank you. They make a nice couple! In high spirits and full of confidence the class-conscious proletariat enters the 20th century. It will be a century of achievement, just as the 19th century was a century of hope. We have made great progress, and the further we go, the greater our achievements will be. Bravo! Recently I've been angry and unhappy, and therefore ill. Now I feel better, and I vow never to listen to my inner demons again. Can you blame me for being unhappy at times? I, who can only hear and see from afar all that means life and joy to me? I swear that from now on, I'll be patience and gentleness personified. - Luise! - Rosa! - Hello, Doctor. - Hello, Erna. You're even prettier than before. Here, this is for you, and this is for the children. - Let me look at you. - I'll take off the apron. I know you hate it. If only you knew how much I've missed seeing you in it. Please leave it on. I couldn't wait to get back to Berlin, but I didn't know whether they would arrest me again at the German border. Oh, Luise, how I've missed all this. How are the children? Bendl has been asking about you and Karl wants to draw with you. And Leo? What about him? They're going to sentence him to several years of hard labour. Without the bail money, you'd have suffered the same fate. What bail money? What bail money, Luise? Tell me the truth. I thought you knew. - Bebel arranged it. - What did Bebel arrange? Your brother told us about your condition and that you'd only be released on bail. For God's sake, Rosa, it was the only way to get you out of there. I specifically said I didn't want that! I don't want to be indebted to anyone, especially not the party leadership! - You would have died in Siberia. - How I hate being patronised! As my friend, you should have prevented it. How little you all know me. Oh, you're right, Lulu. What's important is that we're together again. And that I can fire up the comrades who have become complacent. Why is this written so cautiously? You have to force yourself to read it to the end. It's so schoolmasterly and dry. How boring you've all become, Karl! It's as if you didn't have any blood left in your veins. We certainly don't have as much Russian blood as you do. How did the comrades react to my article? Some value their seat in parliament more than street fights and mass strikes. Union leaders like Legien say that strikes jeopardise the unions' position, and unfortunately such views are gaining ground in the party. They obviously don't know that Russia's trade union movement is a child of the revolution. Before the revolution, there was no trace of a professional organisation. It's nonsense to think that unions thrive in peacetime. - You don't have to convince me, Rosa. - I wrote a pamphlet on that in Russia. In prison? How did you manage that? There are courageous people even in the Tsar's jails. They smuggled out these articles for you. How much space do I get? As much as you need to give us a good dressing down. I would like to introduce Dr Rosa Luxemburg! She's returned from Warsaw, where she has been risking her life for the Russian revolution. Comrades! At the end of the previous speaker's speech, I was called a martyr and sufferer for the Russian revolution. I must begin my speech by protesting against this description. I believe the view commonly held of the revolution is false. The bourgeois press in Russia depicts it as a huge bloodbath, causing unprecedented suffering to ordinary people. But that is the bourgeois view, not that of the working classes. The people of Russia have suffered for centuries. Russia has lived for centuries under the yoke of absolutism. But did anyone ever ask how many thousands have died of starvation or scurvy? Did anyone ever ask about the thousands of proletarians who perished on the battlefield that was their place of work? How many infants are rotting away in the villages and how many have failed to reach their first birthday due to lack of food? So you'll understand that, compared to these countless sacrifices and hardships, the present suffering is insignificant. Though once the Russian people lived without hope of a better tomorrow, they now know what they are dying for, what they are suffering and fighting for. Everyone knows that it is for the sake of their children and grandchildren that they are participating in the liberation of their people. That also applies to women. They're just as oppressed. I must speak to you alone. It's a personal matter. I have to decide whether I should get married or not. I mean, marriage is an outdated and discredited idea, isn't it? - That depends on you. - I've learnt this from my studies. If I were you, I'd just give it a go. I'm so glad you advise me to do it, because my girlfriend is expecting. She's a comrade, and we weren't sure whether or not marriage was a bourgeois aberration. - Thank you very much, Doctor. - I wish you all the best. You know, if you'd been pregnant, I'd have enjoyed your speech even more. Rosa, you need to decide if you want to be a mother or a revolutionary. - Both! - Impossible. Why? - A child will make you fearful. - You don't love me. Rosa, your mission is to bring ideas into the world. Those are your children. - Good night. - Good night. - Are you going to come back tomorrow? - As often as you want me to. Good night. To your health, dear Rosa. To the return of the little dervish. To the revolution. Oh, dear Auer. August, we're witnessing the Russian revolution. We'd be fools if we didn't want to learn from it. Until now, you said that the Russians could learn from us, dear Rosa. I don't think that anymore. The centre of the revolution has moved eastwards. History is progressing in leaps and bounds. Your leaps are a tad too big for me. You can't compare the situation in Russia to the one in Germany. If you adhere to parliamentary process, then any kind of progress is a giant leap. I know that you can't have a revolution or a mass strike at the drop of a hat. The point at issue is what Social Democracy can do to be at the forefront of a historical development. You see? Our Rosa has become an ultra-radical in Russia. Be warned. When the revolution comes to Germany, she'll be on the left, and I'll be on the right. But we'll hang her. We won't let her stand in our way. You don't know yet who hangs who. Cheers! August, I love you. I'd like to say a few words in reply to Bebel's speech. I'm just not sure I got what he was saying, because I sat on the left side and he was speaking to the right today. He talked about what could and should happen in Germany if the Prussians drag us into a war with Russia. I don't know if I understood him correctly, but I think he meant to say that if we're faced with war, there's nothing we can do about it. - Nonsense! - You're twisting his words! I wouldn't dare cast doubt on anything the party leadership says, for as a faithful party member I observe the old dictum - when the party leadership has spoken - "Credo quia absurdum!" "I believe, because it is absurd." I'm afraid we will cause our friends in France considerable embarrassment, if that's how Bebel's speech is meant to be interpreted, for our comrades there have stated that they'd rather have an uprising than war. Those were the brave words of the French proletariat, and I hope that Germans will also have the courage to say, "No war against our will!" Bravo! No war against our will! The issue of a general strike in the event of war has been raised. At the Brussels Congress of 1868, practical measures for the prevention of war were proposed. It was said that, in fact, society could not function if production were stopped for a while, and that the working classes, who are mostly the ones drafted into military service, just need to suspend their work, to thwart the ambitions of the despotic regime. - It's not as easy as that! - Nonsense! Bebel said, "Do you think a mass strike can be organised by the party leadership?" No! The party leadership must be forced into it by the masses. If our party leaders... If our party leaders do not understand their role, they will - and must - be pushed! Therefore I ask you to support Kautsky's proposal. I think this hat looks better on you. - No, it looks better on you. - No, on you. - No, on you. - On you! There isn't one for August. - I don't think I'm in his good books. - Because of your speech in Mannheim? He offered me money again, but I turned him down. But you need the money. You help your Polish friends as well. - That's different. - How come? I must be free to speak as I wish, without obligations. You'd do exactly the same. I don't know. I've never been short of money. This one's nice. Go on, write! - Dearest August. - No! "Dear August." That's much too common. "Dear Party Executive. "My beloved Augustin." Augustin, Augustin The money's gone, and his wife with it Augustin's in the shit - We need to get a grip. - There's plenty of time for that. You're the only German I can clown around with like this. To your acquittal in Weimar. To life. I often went rowing with Leo when we studied together in Zurich. "We'll stay away from the Germans," I later wrote to him from Berlin. "There's no other couple in the world that's destined to be happy as we are." May God grant me to keep him. I've done a lot of work. Unfortunately, I didn't always have much success. German Marxism has become a gouty old uncle who's afraid of every gust of fresh air. Thank you, Gertrud. Does that mean you've buried your ridiculous idealism? Rubbish. Far from it. I'm just not an obedient donkey anymore, slaving away for others. At least you seem to have learnt that passion alone is not enough. Yes, you ape! Aren't you going to tell me about your escape? There's much to do, Rosa. I know, Leo. Business. But I'd still like to hear about it. So... Do I know the people who you were hiding with? No. Were they comrades? Yes. Maybe there was also a woman there? What are you trying to do, Rosa? Was she pretty? Well, it's more enjoyable to hide with a pretty comrade, isn't it? Did you sleep with her? - No. - Swear it. Rosa, stop this nonsense. I just want to know the truth, that's all. Answer me, Dziodziu. You loved her. If I had loved her, I wouldn't have come to Berlin. - Did you sleep with her without loving her? - Yes. Why did you lie? I can't be with someone without loving them! Oh, Dziodziu. You can't compare it to us. Why not? It was completely different. - Because we work together? - That's one of the reasons. - Did you work with her? - Of course. She was a party member. Then you must've loved her. For you, work and love are inseparable. If it makes it any easier... then I loved her! It doesn't make it easier! I don't want to talk about this anymore. I want you to leave. Go. - Please. - Where should I go? I don't want to live with you anymore. I'm serious, Leo. Over something so trivial? Have you lost your reason? If you loved her, it wasn't trivial. And even if you didn't love her, it doesn't make things any better. Rosa, I only came to Berlin because of you. You came to Berlin because you had to leave Poland. I couldn't work underground. Your work is more effective here. And you'd give up any woman for your work. Do you need anything else, Doctor? No, you can take the evening off. - Thank you, Doctor. - Please stop calling me 'Doctor'. When is Dr Krzystalowicz coming? He's no longer living with us, Gertrud. Good night. You overestimate my serenity. My inner harmony and joy can be shattered by the slightest shadow that touches me. And it causes me unspeakable suffering, because it is my way to accept it in silence. Take cover! Take cover! Get up! Take cover! - At last! - I'm sorry. We feared the worst. We got too close to a military firing exercise. If they'd known who you were, they'd have taken better aim. And maybe they'd have hit you. We'd be writing your epitaphs now. - "Two great women have gone from us." - "We shall never forget them." "Here lie two brave and noble women, "whose tireless efforts for progress, peace and justice "will always be an example to us." Why not, "Here lie the last two men of German Social Democracy"? We've achieved more than the parties in many other countries. We're in a much stronger position. We don't have to operate underground anymore. We can do it openly- within limits, granted. At every election, our share of the vote has increased. Rosa is aware of that. But that's exactly why we have much more to lose! That's what Rosa fails to understand. What is it that you have achieved? That the unions decide and the masses aren't consulted? The masses gave us their vote. The masses are fed up with your parliamentary methods. They want a party that shapes events, not one that merely reacts to them. We can't call a mass strike before it's really necessary. When the time is right, we shan't refrain from using such methods. At the moment, however, I share the view that impatience might be detrimental rather than beneficial, Rosa. You mistake patience for convenience. I've got more than enough patience. What about the women's franchise? Why does the party support it only formally? - Clara, that's not the issue here. - Yes, it is. Clara's absolutely right. I've asked you all along to concentrate more on women's issues. An intelligent and argumentative woman should devote herself to her own sex. And leave the big issues in politics to men, right? If they were up to it, I wouldn't object. - Rosa isn't argumentative, just courageous. - We don't deny that. Courage in itself is not a virtue. What we need is courage at the right time, and we shall have it. I promise! And I promise to remind you of your promise, August. I've given you permission to work here, but not on Sundays. I wanted to talk to you... about us. There's nothing to talk about. "My only Dziodziu. "Our lives are better than those of others, "because I know that our souls are richer than most people." Burn them, they're no longer relevant. "Precious one. How I need you. "We need each other. "No other pair but us has such a task in life, "each of themselves, of one another, "to make a human being. "We have within ourselves all the conditions of happiness." Do you remember what you wrote back? Long screeds about party work. Not the least mention of a normal life. Sometimes I was so tired I almost passed out trying to read your scrawl. When did we really live, Dziodziu? All we did was talk. - What about Zurich? - That was a long time ago. And Warsaw? - Warsaw! - Don't shout, Kostja's asleep. Who's Kostja? Kostja Zetkin, Clara's son. He's staying here while he's in Berlin. Clara asked me to put him up. Good day. Good day. - Has that young pup fallen in love with you? - That's none of your business. I can't imagine Clara will be very happy about that. I'll kill you, and him too. - Don't be so childish. - What do you want? Do you want me to grovel on the floor in front of you? I just want you to leave me alone. Please. You'll never be free of me. I won't give you a moment's peace. Party politics doesn't suit your character. It's a constant offence against all that is decent in people. Devote yourself to something tranquil - philosophy, economics, history. Or start writing. I'm sure you would write wonderfully. Listen, a great tit. You haven't experienced yet how animals can help people. "Night calmly sets foot upon the land, "leans dreaming against the mountain wall. "Its eyes see the golden scales of time "at rest in even balance. "The streams babble more boldly. "They sing in the ear of their mother night "of the day that has just ended." When are you going to London? In three days. Can't you skip it? Oh, Bubu. A party congress isn't like school. - Will Leo Jogiches be there? - Of course. All the Russian and Polish Social Democrats. What if he threatens you again? I've got myself a small pistol. Listen. - Let me explain to you... - Is there anything you can't explain? No. Yes, there is. Why do you love such an ungainly duck as me? You find it hard to accept that we've become so close, don't you? He tried to hide it from me. I asked him to. Why? I thought it would upset you. As your friend, I deserved a bit more trust. You know how hard it is for me to talk about personal matters. Your love isn't a personal matter. It concerns me as well. I'd be upset if Kostja came between us. He should be grateful to have met a woman like you. Why didn't you publish my article? I was torn, but there could never be any doubt that I thought publishing would be a mistake, particularly now, when elections are around the corner. Chances are we're going to emerge as the strongest party. We mustn't spoil that. We won't! The party will become powerful in the mass struggle. Unlike you, I don't think the masses are ready for revolution. Karl, revolution as such isn't the issue. We need a strong mass movement to bring about a democratic republic. And you don't talk about that. Let the people decide for themselves. We have to present them with the arguments for and against - that's our job. If I had published the article, I'd also have had to publish my dissenting opinion. It's the same situation as in Russia in 1905. There are mass demonstrations in Berlin every weekend. The miners are on strike. Rather than lead the way, the party limps along behind the events. - Most party members disagree with you. - The leadership, you mean. Oh, Karl. I always thought that we agreed on the main issues. But now I feel your Marxism starts to waver the moment a revolutionary situation develops. Twenty years from now, you'll share my way of thinking, Rosa. I don't intend to be a bore twenty years from now. Karl is under a lot of pressure because he went too far. That's no reason to retreat. Not now that the German monarchy is starting to crumble and there's a real chance we can establish a democratic republic. What are you going to do? If the party leadership silences me, I'll have to address the masses directly. I'll speak in twelve cities, to 50,000-100,000 people. I hope my voice will hold up. Oh, Luise. Your husband's a coward. He doesn't deserve a wife like you. He's not as bad as you make him out to be. Can't you put yourself in his shoes for once? If you want to see me, you'll have to come to me. I won't set foot in this house again. You can be very hard on people, Rosa. Yes, but I'm hard on myself as well. I shall plunge myself into activity and deaden this troubled heart of mine. That's the best thing for me. The only thing I really want to do is live with you, Mimi. Bravo! Ladies and gentlemen, not too long ago, many of us liked to point out that we have enjoyed 40 years of peace. The conclusion was that we're entering an era in which peaceful development is possible. But this mad idea of ever-growing peace has faded away. Those who point to 40 years of peace in Europe are forgetting about the wars that took place outside Europe, and in which Europe had a hand! The threat of war that hangs over us is the fault of those classes who promote the madness of rearmament, both on water and on land, under the guise of peace-keeping! But the liberal parties have also given up their opposition to war hysteria. Some people claim that fighting is part of human nature, and that those who don't defend themselves risk falling victim to their neighbours. We disagree. People can and must live together in peace! Those in power believe they have the right to make these important decisions without consulting the public. I ask you now, do we have to put up with a war that we didn't want? No! If we are expected to raise weapons of murder against our French or other foreign brothers, we will shout, "We won't do it!" My stomach hurts. It is remarkable that in recent years the accused has made the most inflammatory speeches without being guilty of an offence. It's an indication of her extraordinary intelligence. She is known for her incisive oratory. There's a reason she's been dubbed "Red Rosa". The defendant must therefore accept a punishment that takes into account her notoriety, her past and her strongly-held opinions that amount to treason. Let me get to the crux of the matter. The prosecution concludes as follows: As I agitated against militarism and wanted to prevent a war, there was obviously no better way for me to do this than to say to the soldiers, "When you are told to shoot, don't shoot." Isn't that right, Your Honour? What a concise, convincing conclusion. What irresistible logic. Yet let me explain that this merely reflects the prosecutor's attitude, not the position of Social Democracy. Here's what we think: Whether there's going to be a war and what the outcome is... is not decided by the army, with its orders from above and blind obedience from below. We believe it is - and should be - decided by the masses, by the people. If the vast majority of the people comes to the conclusion - and it is our duty as Social Democrats to raise their awareness - if, as I say, the majority comes to the conclusion that wars are a deeply immoral, barbarous and reactionary phenomenon, then wars will be impossible. - Thank you, Paul. - What for? - For coming here with me so I'm not alone. - You can see you're not alone. I didn't mean that. The people love you. Even the right-wing press respects you. - They respect "Red Rosa"? - They call Bebel "The Anti-Emperor"! A wicked criminal stands before you, outlawed by the state and called "a stateless woman" by the prosecutor. As for being stateless, I wouldn't want to trade places with the prosecutor. For I have a great, much loved home that no Prussian prosecutor ever possessed. For what is my homeland but the great mass of working men and women? Ladies and gentlemen, you know what Wallenstein says in Schiller's play that night, when he gazes searchingly at the stars in order to discern the future course of events: "The day is nigh. Mars rules the hour." That still holds true today. Mars, the bloody god of war, still rules the hour. Power is still in the hands of those who put their trust in murderous weapons. People are still preparing to go to war and keeping parliaments under control. More and more army bills are being pushed through. Still, as Wallenstein said, "The day is nigh. The day that belongs to us." The day will come when we, the downtrodden, will rise up! Not to unleash the horrifying bloodbath of butchery and mutiny suggested by the scaremongering state prosecutor. No, when we come to power, we will create a society worthy of humanity. A society which outlaws exploitation of man by his fellow man, where genocide is unknown, a society which will finally realise the ideals of the world's oldest religions and its greatest philosophers. To ensure that day dawns as soon as possible, we must use all our strength in defiance of all prosecutors, and in defiance of all military power. Dearest Lulu, I've become a bit like a person without skin. I flinch every time a shadow falls on me. Do you know what thought haunts and scares me? I imagine that once more I have to enter a crowded lecture hall. The glaring lights and the murmur of men's voices surround me, and I'm greeted by deafening applause as I make my way to the podium. All of a sudden, I feel like running away. - Mr Liebknecht and Mr Levi are here. - Oh! Your attorney appears to be very fond of you. Do you like him? Leo, when will you learn to keep our work and my private life separate? You didn't want to keep them separate before. I used to think we needed each other to be more human. - And did we become more human? - Leo! Separately? Karl, it's a pleasure to have you as an ally. I hope we'll be friends as well. - Hello, Paul. - Hello. - Are you feeling better? - Much better. How wonderful... Gertrude! - Hello. - Hello. Hello. Mathilde Jacob, I'm the secretary. Have you read the "Forward" paper? There's a quote from the right-wing press. It says that "The behaviour of this presumptuous woman must be stopped." - The authorities are bound to take note of it. - I've lodged an appeal. Rosa's not healthy, and we need her here, not in prison. Would you please pour the tea, Leo? Can I have that? Come and join us, Mathilde. Do you think it's conceivable that the Social Democrats would vote against the government in the event of war breaking out? Only if they put so much pressure on the representatives that they wouldn't dare act against the will of the people. I've prepared a statement that I'd like to discuss with you. Do you know what the proletariat is? It is a group of people who collectively love peace and hate war. Chauvinists and nationalists, however, are people who collectively love war and carnage. But when they personally experience the threat of conflict - wars that mow down bourgeois and workers alike - then they remember they have friends and seek to calm the tempest. But for the masters of war, the terrain is mined. Perhaps in the heat of the moment, in the euphoria of early victories, they will succeed in carrying the masses with them. But as typhus finishes off the carnage wrought by the shells, as death and misery succeed in bringing the people to their senses, they will turn on their German, French, Italian and Russian leaders, asking why there are so many corpses. Then the unleashed revolution will say to them: "Go and ask for forgiveness from God and man." Allow me to salute the courageous Rosa Luxemburg, the ardour of whose thoughts has fired up the German proletariat. No. The floor is yours, madam. I can't. You shouldn't have remained silent. Leo, you weren't there. If you'd seen them... The atmosphere in that hall and the workers shouting, "They wouldn't dare start a war, "and even if they do, we have the Socialist International." Well, that's true, isn't it? I fear the Socialist International is dead and nationalism will prevail. There will be war. And most Socialists will join up. I know it. Should I have pretended to be optimistic, Leo? No. You're right. Dziodziu... I've never felt such despair in all my life. Congratulations, gentlemen. This is a big moment. It's a fantastic election result. - Let's get started, gentlemen. - The Emperor was right. No more political parties - just a united Germany! Everyone voted in favour, without exception. The war loans have been approved. - What about the dissenters? - They had to follow the party whip. Haase made a speech. "In the hour of need, the political right shouldn't have a monopoly on patriotism. "The workers wouldn't understand." This wouldn't have happened if August were still alive. They called me a traitor. Kautsky? Two of his sons were conscripted, and all he could come up with was, "In troubled times, we must learn to bear our cross." We'll show that Socialists also know how to die for the Fatherland. If robbers attacked my house, I'd be a fool to be reflecting about humanity instead of shooting them. And I suppose you'd wipe out the Socialist International as well? The workers are in favour of war. What are we supposed to do? Abstentions would've disappointed the masses. They would consider us to be traitors. It wouldn't bode well for the future of the party. - I must go back in. - I'll see you this evening, Karl. This is a call to discuss Reichstag issue no. 486/14. Don't go in. It's all over, Sonja. Come home with me. I think Karl needs me now. We'll never see each other again, Rosa. Kostja! How can you say such a thing? The war won't last long, you'll see. When hunger sets in, the tables will turn quickly. Everything that's alive in the hearts of these young people will drown in the dirty swamp of chauvinism and xenophobia. They'll all be sacrificed to the juggernaut of capital. There's no party for us anymore, Rosa. - We should resign. - Oh, Clara. Do you want to resign from humanity as well? It has crossed my mind. Mine too. But if we kill ourselves, who's going to do our work? I think we'll start by initiating a newspaper with Mehring. We must try to organise meetings with Liebknecht. I'll go to the post office and send telegrams to all opposition deputies. You'll get nothing but pretexts and lame excuses. They've even spoiled Christmas for us. Look what I have for you. Yes, that's for you. Yes, look. And this is for me. It's for me. No. Oh, Mimi. Someone should write a book about what's going on that would club some sense into the whole of humanity. Time's running out, Mimi. Hurry up, please. Ask Miss Jacob to notify my lawyer immediately. The most important thing is Mimi. She mustn't forget to take her plush armchair. Don't be sad, Mimi. I'm going to write a pamphlet against war when I'm in prison. I've got a score to settle with those goddamn cowards. - Get undressed. - I've already been inspected today. We want to make doubly sure. Hurry up. Keep going. Take off your pants. Turn around. Bend over. Cell 45. You'll get your things tomorrow. - What about my nightgown? - Tomorrow. - Let me keep a book, at least. - The censors have to look at them first. This house, this houses. No, these houses. - This house, these houses. - Good. - The chimney smoke... - Smoke. - The chimney is smoking. - Good. Smoke, smoking. Here are Ala and Ola. Ala stands and Ola stands. You're making really good progress, Nana. Ola's doll stands. What are you doing here? The food's burning, get back to work. Sorry. - How are you? - Reading's more important than potatoes. - You're just indulging Nana. - I want to be a teacher. How's your leg? Let's see. Does it hurt? Not today. Could you take care of my letters? Where are they? So many! Your siblings won't get a chance to reply. Wouldn't it be better for them to be answered verbally? It's fun when they come, but letters must still be answered. Karl! How did you manage to get here? - I still have immunity as an MP and a lawyer. - Sit down. I brought the essentials - a nightshirt, comb, soap, eau de Cologne. Life's little pleasures. Sonja got them. She gives you her regards, and everyone else does too. Mathilde's taking care of Mimi, Leo's taking care of the organisation, and I'm campaigning. But not for long - I've been drafted to the French front. - But you have immunity, don't you? - I do, but I'm a thorn in their side. I'll only get leave when parliament sits. There are fewer and fewer of us. Leo's going to fill in for us. I'm worried about him. He won't get any food stamps without a passport. - Mathilde can help him. - He acts as if he didn't need any help. You have to trick him. She'll manage. Here's what you need for your article. Sonja will come next time. You can give it to her. - Do you think that's possible? - I think so. Any messages for Leo? - How did you... - I've had plenty of practice. Do you have any suggestions for the name of our group? Spartacus. Is there no woman in history who opposed slavery? Ask Clara. She'll invent one if need be. Five more minutes. How is Clara? Have you heard from her? She wrote us a pretty sad letter. Her house is under surveillance, her phone is monitored, and her mail is opened. Comrades who are seen with her are conscripted, even if they're too old or unfit for service. - Would you rather I hadn't told you? - No! I hate it when things are kept from me. Of course I'm ill, which is why everything affects me so deeply at the moment. Sometimes I feel I'm not a real person, but a bird or an animal in the unsuccessful guise of a human being. Deep inside, I feel much more at home in a garden or a meadow, surrounded by bumblebees and grass, than at a party conference. I can tell you this, for I know you won't accuse me of betraying socialism. I still hope to die in my rightful place, in a street battle or in prison. However, deep inside I feel closer to my birds than to my comrades. You come from Poland, don't you? Yes. Why did you come to Germany? Or am I being too nosy? I thought German Social Democracy was a powerful international force. You don't think that anymore? Have you heard the phrase, "Workers of the world, unite"? Yes. Now they say, "Workers of the world, unite in peace, "but slit each other's throats at war." That's a contradiction. Thank you. - What's your name? - Elisabeth. Elisabeth. Could you smuggle a letter out for me? I'd do anything for you. Thank you. Lulu! I'm so happy to see you! Cheer up, Lulu. I know you've got a lot on your mind, but everyone who writes to me complains about the state of the world. You were right. Social Democracy has failed miserably. Ebert and Scheidemann are pushing through one war credit after another. Still, don't let your present worries crowd everything else out. Rosa, there's not enough food for the people. Maybe you don't hear about these things here. But there's no point railing against the whole of humanity. This is my garden. They had to lock me up before I had time to create a garden. Look what the seeds you've sent me have turned into. I often sit there as well. You know, Lulu, I think this whole madhouse, this moral swamp that we're wading through, can be transformed overnight into something truly great, as if it was magic. My dear, don't live like a squashed frog. I came to cheer you up and now you're cheering me up. - Oh, Lulu! - Embracing is forbidden! Your time is up. From a filthy spy like you... ...one can't expect anything else. Ah! Elisabeth! - Have you finished reading your book? - I cried three times. It must be nice to be reading all the time. - Could you lend me another book? - Of course. I'll give you something by Tolstoy. Have you heard of him? He's the greatest Russian poet. What can I give you? You'll like this. Everything from Russia is frowned upon now. You don't take any notice of that nonsense, do you? Anna Karenina. Anna Karenina. I'm only sad that I have to enjoy such beauty alone. I'd like to shout over the wall, "Oh, please look up and see what a wonderful day it is." Even if you're busy, don't forget to lift up your heads and look up at the silver clouds. Smell the air laden with the passionate breath of the last lime blossom and notice the shine and the splendour that lie upon this day, for it will never ever return. It was given to you like a rose in full bloom that's been laid at your feet and that's waiting for you to pick it up and press it to your lips. What about my books? There's no room for books. And no light for the plants. The books can be stored in a separate cell. - But how will I have access to them? - Knock on the door. Or make a request to the prison governor. Mail. Thank you. I can't believe it. First Mimi dies, - and now... - Don't, Luise. I can't... If you have nothing to say, the visit will be terminated. No, please don't. Should I tell you about me? Yes. I have enough courage for myself. But when something happens to someone else, my strength fails me. Oh, Sonitshka, I had a painful experience here. A few days ago, a cart loaded with sacks arrived. The load was piled up so high that the oxen couldn't get through the gate. The soldier who came with the cart, a brutal fellow, began to beat the animals until one of them began to bleed. When the cart was unloaded, the animals stood there in silence, exhausted. That one that bled looked on with an expression on its black face that reminded me of a crying child. I stood before the animal and it looked at me. Tears were running down my cheeks. They were its tears. One could not feel more pain for the dearest brother as I in my helplessness watched its silent suffering. Oh, my poor ox. My poor dear brother. We both stand here in silence, and we're one in pain, helplessness, yearning. Sonitshka dear, stay calm and keep your spirits up. That's life, and you have to accept it as it is, with unflinching courage and a smile. In spite of everything. There's a visitor from Berlin. Ms Sonja Liebknecht. Sonitshka. I sense that it's hard for you that the years come and go and life is passing us by. But we shall live again, and we shall experience great things. Sometimes I think that the war will go on forever, and Karl and you will never be free. Oh, my dear! I wish I could plunge you into a frenzy of happiness. And I'll defend your right to do so, unwaveringly. You see, we're about to witness how the old world is disappearing, little by little. Maybe we'll all disappear, forever. I believe in the story of the brave mole. It keeps digging until it has undermined a reality that seemed rock-solid. Look. Even in a prison yard a mole can reach the light. As of today, Germany is a parliamentary democracy. The Social Democrats have been voted into government. The new government has asked the American president for an armistice. This means a defeat and surrender for Germany. You can read the rest in the newspapers. Please take one each. Have your wishes come true now, Dr Luxemburg? Your party's in power. That's what you've been waiting for for 20 years, isn't it? I fear Ebert and his comrades will abuse their power and betray the workers again. - Hello. - Hello, Director. On the 12th of October, a general political amnesty was declared. I should have been released three weeks ago. The amnesty is for convicted political prisoners, Dr Luxemburg. You're in protective custody. The government feared I would speak out against the war. The war's as good as over. What does the government need to be protected from? - Revolution, I suppose. - Liebknecht was released two weeks ago. Maybe they can't handle more than one radical. I can't release you before I get a warrant. - May I ask you a question? - Go on. Do you love or hate Germans? Germans are like children who have never experienced freedom. Director, Breslau is far from the capital. With the army disbanding, trains and phone lines can't meet the demand. Couldn't you contact Berlin and ask them about me? You've always been a model prisoner. You have always adhered to peace and order. How did you get your name, "Bloody Rosa"? To be frank, your patience has surprised me. I preserved my strength to survive... and for this moment. To make sure my rights are adhered to. And that means that I'm released! Rosa! Mathilde, you've cared for me so lovingly all these years. - My God, what misery. - You don't look well. No more talk about me. We've talked enough about me. We can't go to your flat yet. Why not? I was looking forward to my own four walls. You've got to be careful. Come on. Rosa. We've aged, haven't we? Even your wrinkles can no longer be ignored, Leo. Breslau was your ninth imprisonment. For once in my life I've managed to beat your score. Tell me, what is there to be done? We've seized this printing shop at Leo's suggestion. - Like Warsaw in 1906? - Something like that. We've changed the name of the paper to "The Red Flag". The first issue appeared yesterday. You will take over as editor. Leo is in charge of the organisation but is still at your disposal. I'll meet the people in the street, but of course I'll continue to write. Can I see today's issue? Will we succeed this time? We're not as fast as the young radicals want. Don't talk like an old man, Leo. Look at our revolutionaries. A few weeks ago, they were just obedient soldiers. If we'd won the war, they still would be. - Enough of this. - Rosa... You've been gone a while. Spartacus isn't as powerful as we'd like it to be. People change, soldiers change. And Germany's changing too. How wonderful it is to be in a proper bed. I'll have a good night's sleep, Leo. When, at the beginning of the war, I gathered a small, courageous, selfless group of comrades to make a stand against the enthusiasm for war, we were shouted down, persecuted and imprisoned. When I said out loud what no one else at that time had the courage to say- that Germany's political and military leaders were responsible for the war - I was branded a filthy traitor who sought the downfall of Germany. It would have been easier for us if we'd remained silent or joined the chorus of the chauvinists. And now, as we once again raise our voices to show the German people the only way out of their misery towards true freedom and lasting peace, the same people who tried to suppress us and the truth are trying to continue their dishonest and slanderous campaign against us. Let them spit and scream. We shall not waver as we follow the way to revolution and socialism. Our mission, which has been in the works for so long, is nearing completion. The revolution is here! But we don't call for violence or bloodshed, as our opponents shamelessly accuse us of doing. We call on you to be ready for the revolution and to deploy all your energies so we can take the reconstruction of the world into our own hands. Either we sink back into the morass of the past, or we carry on the fight until we have freed the whole of humanity from the curse of slavery. Long live the world revolution! Hail, Spartacus! Long live Spartacus! - You spoke like a preacher, Karl. - But not against my conviction. We should stop rejoicing and focus on self-criticism. People don't find self-criticism inspiring. We need inspiration, Rosa. We've got to strike while the iron's hot. Of course, but we mustn't act as if the battle's already won. We mustn't forget: When the bourgeoisie is wounded, it will fight to the death. We mustn't forget that. - Was my speech that ambiguous? - It was fine. Take no notice of me. I'll write my article for tomorrow on the way. I'll see you later. Before us lies the greatest task mankind has ever faced. Where's Karl staying tonight? - With comrades in Neuklln. - I've got to see him tonight! He wanted to give me his article for tomorrow. He'll have it sent to the office tonight. Your blanket! Rosa! Your sandwich! Can you tell me why I'm still living the kind of life I don't have the slightest desire to live? Don't kid yourself. If your life were different, you'd still be unhappy. All right. Papers. - Why are you so tense? - Shut up! What's the matter? The Spartacists have occupied all the newspapers. Even "Forward" magazine. - Karl. - Did you know about this? I feared it might happen. Let them through! STOP! ANYONE BEYOND THIS POIN WILL BE SHO You can't go any further. They're shooting. I need to talk to them. This is no place for a woman. You don't belong here, Doctor. Supposing you succeed here, supposing you hold Berlin, what happens in East Prussia, Hamburg, Bavaria, the Ruhr? Knowing the Bavarians, they won't lift a finger. - Because we're not unified! - Most people aren't ready. All of Germany will have to take part, or it will fail. The Russians weren't better prepared, and Lenin still won. This isn't Russia. "Victory through defeat" - isn't that what you wrote? But you shouldn't have to pay with your lives! - You can only lose! - That's not what Karl Liebknecht says. It's all against all - complete mayhem! The masses aren't ready! Nothing but theories, Rosa. Reality has its own dynamics. And you're fuelling the flames! There's no majority for a revolution. Not yet. We need more time, Karl. Unless we stop them, there will be mindless bloodletting, but no revolution. The Proletariat is on the march. That is revolution! Nonsense! The Proletariat is on the march? Where? The reactionaries see what's happening. A few street skirmishes, occupied newspapers. So what? Only because you and Leo are sitting on the fence. We're not sitting on the fence, but you can't just act on impulse. Who's impulsive? You'll have to answer to posterity why you don't stand by me! What? You act independently, and then you accuse us of betrayal? - It has to be done by tonight. - I can't give you any guarantees. Rosa, the typesetters are waiting for your article. There's enough space for three columns. There have been rivers of blood during the four years of genocide. Now every drop of this precious commodity must be protected in crystal bowls with deepest reverence. Do you know why we haven't heard anything from Luise? I think you scared her. There was a time when we didn't let political differences come between us. Good. Let's continue. Revolutionary vigour... and all-embracing humanity are the real spirit of socialism. A world has to be overthrown, but every tear that is shed - even if it can be wiped away- is an accusation, and a person who hurries to do great things and inadvertently... steps on an unfortunate worm commits a crime. Come here! Quick! That's the second time today. She asks too much of herself. I have to ask you to leave. My husband's a diabetic. All this excitement will kill him. I'm sorry. Go to Bremen. You'll be safe with the comrades there. Since when have you been afraid? We didn't run away in Warsaw. Don't get sentimental, Rosa. You're still needed. What's the worst that can happen? A couple of years in the slammer. WORKERS, BEAT YOUR LEADERS TO DEATH! KILL LIEBKNECHT! You're still not going to make me leave Berlin. I'm staying here, and so is Karl. - Many thanks. - No one's going to be looking for you here. I'd prefer to be in Neuklln. This message is for you. KARL, COME BACK. ALL IS FORGIVEN. R. We've not been defeated, Rosa. We're here to stay, and we'll win. If we live long enough to see it happening, Karl. My article for tomorrow. "We are used to being cast from crest to trough on the high seas of history, "but our ship is on course to reach its destination. "We may not live to see it arrive, but our programme will survive. "It will be a beacon for the free world, in spite of everything." Read the last sentences. "Order has been restored in Berlin. "You stupid henchmen. Your order is built on sand. "Tomorrow the revolution will rear its head again "and proclaim to your dismay: "I was, I am, I will be." Oh, Karl, play the piano, won't you? I had to do without music for such a long time. Is there anything to eat? Someone's given them the address. You have to leave. Bremen or Frankfurt - which do you prefer? Neuklln. The paper must go on. We won't be silenced. We have to show the comrades that we're here. - May I? - Help yourself, comrade. Take care of yourself. My dear. And you. Rosa. - There she is, the old whore! - And the cavalier! Spartacist pigs! Slow down! Are you Ms Rosa Luxemburg? You are, judging by the picture. If you say so. I assume you'll refuse to make a statement. It depends on what you want to talk about. Your impudence is not acceptable here, Ms Luxemburg. We are in power here, not you and your miserable comrades. History will prove otherwise. - Which prison are you taking me to? - Yeah, yeah. Where are you from? Bremen. - Do you have any siblings? - Yes. You're not allowed to talk to me. Come. Don't shoot. |
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