“The world has never seen a more remarkable strike: Its program has a scope way beyond the call for peace! It embraces the full range of accusations against an unjust social system, and simultaneously holds true to all claims and demands from the simple wage claims, up to the call for a new democratic and just state order. As a flash of lighting this revolutionary program shines its glare across the whole society. It represents the rights, power and will of the working class! The social and political requirements are one and indivisible. It is a solid revolt against persecution, torment and other atrocities committed in the name of this mad war!"
Spartacus (C. N. Carleson), 1905.
15th of October, 1905, Thursday.
During the midday the Stockholm workers stopped their work. Soon people from all over the city marched towards the Northern Railway Square, the location of the
Folkets hus, the center of labor and SD activity in the city. A hour later the square was packed. The gathering crowds sang songs, chanted anti-war slogans, and cheered ethusiastically to speeches held from the balcony of the People's House. Soon the mass demonstration was moving closer to the heart of the city. This demonstrations had gathered more or less spontaneously, as a part of a wider unrest and mass demonstrations that had been taking place all across the country during the last few days. So far the local military garrisons had performed poorly when they had been tasked to deal with protesters. In Västerås, a group of soldiers in uniform had gathered to a solidarity demonstration in support of the striking workers.
When police had been sent to arrest the soldiers, large crowds of striking workers had rushed to the scene, starting a local riot. In Boden, Falun, Ostersund, Skeppsholmen and many other garrison areas there had been reports of small-scale mutinies. Soldier demonstrations and refusals to leave the training camps to the front had occurred in almost every regiment. A single officer had already been shot during a live-fire exercise in Boden, and the perpetrator could not be identified. There were even instances where the soldiers had outright deserted from their guardposts.
The government forces had not been idly following this rising tide of public unrest. The first death penalties sentenced according the Regimental Laws had already been dealt with, and after the first public executions the discipline of the Swedish reservist formations was seemingly improved. A number of security measures had already been instituted at Stockholm as well. The garrison troops present at Stockholm were now drawn from regiments drafted from the countryside, as farm boys from Skåne were regarded as more reliable than local unruly worker conscripts.
Överkommendant of Stockholm had strictly forbidden the newly arrived conscripts and servicemen from attending “
socialist meetings,” or any kind of public meetings at all. They had been kept tightly on their garrison quarters, only to be hastily marched to their new posts with orders to wait for further instructions.
Thus the crowd gathering to Stockholm was met by a force consisting of commissioned police personel, reinforced with military units of the Stockholm garrison. The North Bridge, the only way to the island of Helgeandsholmen where the parliament building was located, was closed and under a strong guard. Lines of policemen were placed in front of the windows of the parliament house and adjacent business edifices.
On this cloudy and chilly October day, a half company of infantry conscripts, fresh from the training centers of
Kungl. Södra skånska infanteriregementet from southern Sweden, nervously waited orders, cordoning the North Bridge with fixed bayonets. Another half company was stationed at the front of the main telegraph office.
The agitators among the gathering masses of people publicly called for immediate ceasefire, suffrage reform, eight-hour working day, amnesty for political prisoners and especially for soldiers and workers who participated in the demonstrations against the war.
”Krig mot kriget!”
”Rättvisa åt Norge!"
"Fred med Norge!”
”Krig mot kriget!”
The crowd roared the anti-war chants louder and louder, and kept moving closer, with the boldest demonstrators slowly and calmly walking towards the North Bridge in tight columns, the bannermen proudly waving the red flags of SAP, SOF and LO. These young men and women were urged on by local firebrands and demagogues, and were physically pushed ahead by the mass of demonstrators behind them. As they walked steadily closer, the police lines guarding the northern entrance of the bridge were suddenly withdrawn, as were the soldiers. The crowd hesitated for a moment.
Then there was a loud clarion call, and the formations of mounted police officers rode to the square, slowly at first, sabres drawn and rawhide whips at the ready. They almost immediately gathered a bit of speed and rode forward to a charge.
The mounted policemen charged to the panicking crowd, beating the fleeing demonstrators with whips and sabre hilts as the horses kicked and trambled. Chaos ensued. Rioting workers hurled stones and bottles. A police chain of Strömgatan gave way, and the workers stormed the square that had been cordoned off. The mounted police quickly regrouped, and charged again, three times in total.
People screamed, as many were trampled down and severely injured when the crowds fled in panic. Many demonstrators, men and women alike, were wounded. The demonstrators rallied at the Railway Square. The soldiers guarding the Parliament and the royal castle were left standing idly at the North Bridge, with panic in their eyes, closely watched by their equally nervous officers.
Everyone present realized that this time the police had been able to do their job, but just barely. The soldiers knew their orders all too well. If the crowd returned, their task was to stop it, by any means necessary. By nightfall, as per orders of the the
Överkommendant of Stockholm, barbed wire obstacles closed the Northern Bridge and other entrances to the Gamla Stan government district.
And at the cover of the night, a small group of soldiers laboured at the second small tower of the Bonde Palace. The uppermost windows at the attic were dark and narrow, the stairs had been almost hopeless, and the damn thing weighted over 115kg. But orders were orders, and ultimately they managed to finish their work. Resting on an improvised sandbag mount, a single
Palmcrantz 12,17x42R Kulspruta m/1875 multi-barrel machine gun was now in position to cover the Vasa Bridge. The crew of this contraption consisted of soldiers hand-picked by the garrison commanders, and deemed calm and reliable enough to do their duty if need be.