Magyar News, 2000. szeptember-2001. augusztus (11. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
2000-10-01 / 2. szám
J--------------------------------'s. Revisitinq History TEXT AND PHOTOS BY Gyula Egervári S__________r ..they have sacrificed their lives for the freedom, so humanity may triumph over barbarity. “Magyar Nemzet" (Budapest) October 1956 OCTOBER 23. 1956. TUESDAY. The day started with the meteorological forecast: Humid, some fog in the morning, then mild weather. Varying directional, weak atmospheric motion. But there was no government office that could predict the strength of the motion of the people coming from every direction that day. We leave the office early. We could virtually sense the electricity in the air and in the voices on the (state controlled) radio. We were marching to the statue of Bern where thousands echoed the refrain of actor Imre Sinkovics's recital: “By the God of the magyars we now swear, yes, we swear, slavery no more we'll bear! (Translated from Petőfi's Nemzeti Dal by Erika Papp Faber.) ...It is a long walk from the statue of Bern to the statue of Stalin, still, there is no Theboots on the Stalin monument are holding theHungarian flag Page 6 feeling of weariness while going along with the crowd of demonstrators. The statue of Stalin must be thorn down. It is at the place where the Regnum Marianum church used to be before the hated dictator Rákosi had it demolished. It isn't really easy to hurl down that huge sculpture. It took hours to do it. Meanwhile Hungarians are tearing the loathed red stars off buildings. Suddenly the word is spread: the people are demonstrating at the (National) radio Russian tanks are on the look-out broadcasting building! There is no hesitation, we must join our people there too! The flaring hope of freedom starts to kindle, and dwindle when the Secret Police start shooting into the unarmed crowd. The Hungarian people are shedding their blood again, being killed by the rascals of foreign agents. OCTOBER 24. WEDNESDAY There was no time for sleeping (one gets dizzy from the unexpectedness of the magnificent events). The arousing hope draws us into the streets again; it hurts not to be everywhere at the same time. We are A scene on the Körút People looking at the destruction of the battle. A dead Russian soldier in the foreground “Ruski go home!” late getting to the headquarters of the “Szabad Nép” the Communist newspaper, finding the communist gutter-papers already trampled in the streets. There are signs of the uprising every-A destroyed Soviet tank where. We surge with the people. All of a sudden we are confronted by Soviet tanks. The dreadful enemy’s sight does not stop us. The tanks are still silent, but not the demonstrators. They are shouting: “Russians go home!" Our hearts are pounding, but we don't retreat. Still, the Soviets do not attack us. At least not now...
