1987. március (14-32. szám) / HU_BFL_XIV_47_2
28/1987 /E/ It is no secret, what they are afraid of. Hungary is the homeland of revolu- tion and no oppressing power has ever managed to permanently re-educate her people. They already think that everything is fine, they succeeded, nőt a peep comes out of us, we meekly pút our heads in the yoke, while the selected chief sheep bleat pompously about progress and national unity; then suddenly everything collapses, progress - and how speedy - as well as unity materiálisé, bút against them. Within a few days the country accomplishes more than fór decades before. It acts wisely and maturely and it becomes already possible to sing and to make merry, because it is the policemen who hide. Yes, it is this day they fear. Por despite all their haughty self-assurance they know, they feel that the day will come, the same way as it came in 1848, in 1918 and in 195& and as it came centuries before with György Dózsa, who led the peasants against the landowning nobility and with Ferenc Rákóczi, the prince, who led a war of independence against the Hapsburgs. This day will nőt come tomorrow. Tomorrow yet the policemen will wave their clubs and members of the Hungárián Cominunist Youth League will try to make those present at the demonstration sing tame főik songs instead of the "Stand on your feet, Magyar", and if all else fails, to make them sing the Székely (,Ed.: name of Hungarians living in Eastern Transylvania) anthem forbidden until recently. Today yet we must be anxious, fór the weapon is in their hands. It is yet them whom the Austrian Chancellor and even the British Foreign Secretary come to visit. The outsider does nőt understand today yet just why the eyes of youth glow more than before. However, the day will come. And perhaps it will come once in such a way that the fate of the Magyar will nőt be blood and mourning after it again. Perhaps it will come and stay with us, so that we might as well forget it and can freely and gaily crowd on the Street even on the anniversary of that day or another meek bank holiday. Bye now, by the way. ÁG---------------------------------------------------:- 3 -
