Disgusting and Genius (Part 3)

In a world-historical sense, this crime is the new party boss in the Kremlin. In February 1956, another new-age turning point came upon us. At the 20th Party Congress of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, Khrushchev – who had a stalinit character against Stalin – dared to carry out a sort of coup d’etat. The Soviet Skinhead gave a secret speech about the heinous crimes against humanity in Stalin’s time.

The horrifying facts about the celebrated communist country are no longer kept secret. Millions of innocent Soviet citizens, terrified in favor of the Jewish communists under Stalin, were murdered by their comrades in the KGB’s torture workshops. Six out of 10 communists who had escaped Hitler’s Germany during the Nazi era and fled to the Soviet Union were executed there. Two opposing monsters of the German Communist Party KPD, Walter Ulbricht and Herbert Wehner (18), have lived through this hell. Well, last time we knew.

The news of the Gulag camp (19) was a shock to communists all over the world. And right at the end of the summer of that fateful year, our Brecht ran off to die. He was morally broken in the best sense of the word. It seems that our savior of humanity has himself grown weary of his role as a guide to the communist ultimate solution. The exhausted Brecht wanted to move to a private paradise in the Dorotheen cemetery on Chausseestraße.

He assumed that his future glory was assured. Our “great teacher” crawls into his cotton coffin, surrounded by seven layers of precious stainless steel. In Heine’s words: Bert Brecht had recently deserted from the fight for human freedom.

Surely the Marxist-Leninist teacher had instilled a deeper history lesson than we, the young red boys who had just entered the world. As extreme as Brecht had always been, he should now, with all his dialectical audacity, be publicly and in every way exit the party of which he was never a valid member. If so, our students would have honored him with a quote from the play of Galilei: ‘Many would have been won, if only one man had stood up and said NO.’

In the late twenties, long before the Nazi era, Brecht boldly instituted a breakup with the bourgeoisie. The cynical kindergarten play The Measure from 1932 is a ghastly road sign. But now, at the end of Stalin’s time, he should have finally broken off a second time. And this time with communism.

Brecht could have turned out to be a good and brave apostate, as were his communist comrades in the 1930s Koestler and Manes Sperber, as well as his successor Wolf Biermann. His is a generation away.

That’s how life is, if only I could cheer Brecht back on and seduce him with my song „ Only someone who can change will be loyal to me“! But then with that misery I cannot be of any use to you, yes because he himself knows exactly that. In 1942, while in exile in the United States, Brecht wrote: „Look, chase us out of 7 countries/ old maniacs: /I praise those who change themselves/ And therein remains himself.”

However, he did not break with his old madness. The laughable, the cry-worthy anyway.

Oh my! What if Brecht in the year of his death dared to break off for the second time in his life? How will we disciples of Brecht? What will become of Heiner Müller(21) his most powerful student. What comes from communist salon Peter Hacks(22) scented with perfume? What comes from deeply flat thinker Christa Wolf(23)? What comes from the frightened muscular poet Volker Braun(24)? What comes from the female poet and craftsman Helga M.Novak (25)? What comes out of his gutsy brother, the reflective lyricist Günter Kunert(26)? And out what from me?

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