"I'll tell you what happens with impossible promises. You start with far fetched resolutions. They are then pickled into a rigid dogma, a code, and you go through the years sticking to that, out-dated, misplaced, irrelevant to the real needs, and you end in the grotesque
chaos of a Labour council, a
Labour council, hiring taxis to scuttle round a city handing out redundancy notices to its own workers. I'm telling you, and you'll listen, you can't play politics with people's jobs and with people's services. The people will not abide posturing."
~ Neil Kinnock, Speech to the 1985 Labour Party Conference
When we consider the current crisis it becomes clear how feckless the bourgeois republic truly is, for in attempting to balance a worship of capital with a pretence of democracy it has revealed its own inherent contradiction.
Indeed, we can go as far as to say that it was revealed the roots of its own destruction!
The architects of the republic believed that they could ignore the underlying contradictions of their regime and for a handful of years they had breifly succeeded. The workers who had brought down the old regime were placated by promises of ever better wages, ever better insurance, even shorter hours. The landed gentry, the junkers, the old aristrocratic elites, were bought off by promises the republic safeguarding their hegemony over large parts of Germany. The British and French were promised that the republic would cooperate with their ludicrous demands for reparations in the wake of the great imperialist slaughter.
By the events of last year it has become clear that their attempts to placate all these groups have failed, they can no longer pretend that capital and worker can co-exist together in harmony, nor that we can fulfill the impossible demanda imposed upon powers by foreign powers!
As the breadbaskets have become too small for the larger and larger bundles of meaningless banknotes, it is now clear to the German people that this republic can do nothing but cause them further misery. It is time to end this charade!
~ Adolf Hitler,
Our Struggle
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Although Robert had once yearned for home, he had to admit that his life stateside was beginning to bore him.
Working at this new institution wasn't at all lacking in achievement but the library of Bluefield college didn't quite compare to the Palace of Mirrors. A few years beforehand he had been helping to shape the new world, now he could only tell his students about the world as it once was.
Nonetheless, it was a job, and there weren't many of those going for Democrats in this adminsitration so he could be blamed for going further afield. Warren Harding had boasted of a 'return to normalcy' as he had swept into office and it seemed to be working, America had turned it's back on the world and was being awarded for it. The thought made Robert's stomach turn.
Harding had ignored the League of Nations, choosing instead to strong-arm the Japanese into a secondary status in the Pacific whilst giving the go-ahead for some jumped up demagogue to take power in Italy. The American people had put an illusion of stability before a long-term peace and now he could already see how the world was setting itself up for further bloodshed. He wondered whether there had been any point of going to Versailles at all, when his phone rang he suprisingly got an answer on the other end.
"Professor Oaks? I have the White House,"
"Ah...alright?"
The switchboard voice he was used to was replaced by a more formal one.
"Hold for the President"
Wait, what?
Robert wasn't entirely sure what was going on
"Professor Oaks?"
"Mr...President?"
"The very same! I must admit it's a great relief to be speaking with you. A problem has been troubling this office, well, my office, these last few hours and I think that you might be the man to help us get our heads around it."
"Sir, I am honoured to serve my country in any capacity but I'm not sure what problem you're speaking of?"
"Well naturally you wouldn't, it probably hasn't been on the radio yet but we've just had three telegrams in quick succession from our embassies in Berlin, Brussels, and Paris."
Robert remained ignorant, but the three of those capitals being used in conjunction had already begun to subconsciously turn his stomach.
"It appears that French and Belgian troops have entered the Ruhr."
Robert sat in hurtful silence as President Harding continued to talk, keeping a jovial tone the entire time, as if he couldn't decide what picture to go and see tonight at the movies.
"Now I believe that you predicted that this would happen?"
"Not so much predicted as suggested Mr President, Marshal Foch seemed to indicate that France would act unilaterally to keep Germany in check if they felt that other countries didn't have the willingness to do so."
He could still remember that conversation, it wasn't often that you met a man of such esteem and simply forgot, but Robert believed that the Frenchman's manner would have stuck with him even if the man had been a frozen Charleston Chew vendor. The cockiness, the determination, the bitterness, these were emotions that couldn't be summed up via diplomatic language. But he was a diplomat, or had been at least, and he had tried his best.
"Do you believe that the French have a case?"
"Germany isn't my area of expertise Mr President, but I'd wager that it doesnt matter whether or not the Germans won't or can't pay. This is a point of pride."
"And how do you believe the situation will proceed now that your suggestion has come to pass?"
"I don't think this is a stunt Mr President, if the French truly are wary of the Germans trying to avoid their reparations payments then they are likely to believe that intimidation has failed. Instead, they're probably going to show that they can extract those reparations themselves until the Germans agree to play along."
Through the static murmur of the telephone, Robert thought he could hear the President thinking aloud, it took a moment for him to reply,
"How long do you believe the French would be willing to keep this up Professor? If the Germans do not "play along" as you say?"
"That's hard to speculate on Mr President, by all accounts Versailles has already been damaging to France's economic recovery, their trying to rebuild by economically hobbling the country that was previously their largest trading partner. We can't rely on rational thinking here."
"And the Belgians?"
"I'm afraid that they aren't my area of expertise either Mr President, revenge against Germany hasn't been part of their political culture in the same way it has been in France but their country was under German occupation for four years and by all accounts they suffered greatly for it. I wouldn't be surprised if they were in this for the long-term as well."
The President began muttering again, "No...no, this won't do...", Robert couldn't help but feel rather sorry for him, here was a man out of his depth in foreign affairs coming to terms with the idea that some problems in life couldn't be solved on a front porch with a glass of lemonade. Perhaps something stronger might have sufficed, another reason the bored Professor yearned for a return to Europe.
"Will the Germans fight this?"
"Again Mr President I'm afraid that my knowledge is very limited but given the state of their army after Versailles I wouldn't say so. The French army is the most powerful in Europe and if they now occupy the heart of the German war machine then it's unlikely the Germans can evict them by force."
"Would there be any chance that the Germans might see this is a wake-up call? Start taking their responsibilities seriously?"
"I can only hope so, sir. But I can assure you that you would be better with someone else to get a better picture of the German perspective."
"Yes...yes. Yes." Came the sound from down the line, it was clear by the sound that Harding was adressing someone in the room with him.
"Professor Oaks, I would like to thank you very much for your help this afternoon."
Robert couldn't help but smile, the administration that had discarded him in the trash was now raking around in it the can like a man who had accidentally dropped his watch.
"Anything I can do in the service of my country Mr President."
"I believe that there is more that you can do, why don't you go out to our embassy for a while, see what sense can be made of the situation from there?"
Robert had already begun dreaming that this was where the phonecall had been going but he had tried to ignore it as a flight of fancy, now it really was so, working in the embassy, Paris in Summer, the boats on the Seine, the myseteries conceiled with the Louvre, the small cafes where so many wonders could be..."
"Hopefully your time in Berlin will allow you to see the situation from both sides,"
The line went dead, just as Robert's head slammed into his desk. A hurtful silence descended as he was once again alone in his office.
He was beginning to fear that he might soon miss his boring life, a job in Berlin was the wrong type of excitement.
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The painting is
Before the Performance by Edgar Degas