| Author(s) | Friedrich Engels |
|---|---|
| Written | 4 February 1889 |
ENGELS TO LAURA LAFARGUE[1]
AT LE PERREUX
London, 4 February 1889
My dear Laura,
The news about the Egalité (ominous name, égalité devant la mort[2]
I hope not!) is good news indeed and I await anxiously the results.[3]
That the Blanquists would be brought to their senses, as to the extent of their journalistic capacities, was pretty clear—but that this necessary experience would eat up the necessary funds for a paper, was clearer still.
So it's well that another speculative bailleur de fonds[4] has turned up. That our people can make a paper a success they have proved at the Citoyen and the Cri where in both cases other intruders tried to make capital out of our people's success and came to grief. And the composition of the comité is in their favour, the Blanquists secure them the majority on economic questions, and the Hovelacque elements will help holding Blanquist madcap notions in check. But how long will these various elements hold together? Anyhow, let us wait till everything is shipshape. The Boulanger election[5] I cannot look upon otherwise than as a distinct revival of the Bonapartist element in the Parisian character. In 1798, 1848 and 1889 this revival arose equally from discontent with the bourgeois republic, but it took this especial direction—appeal to a saviour of society—entirely in consequence of a chauvinistic current. And what is worse: in 1798 Napoleon had to make a coup d'état to conquer those Parisians he had shot down in Vendémiaire;[6] in 1889 the Parisians themselves elect a butcher of the Commune. To put it mildly, Paris has, at least temporarily, abdicated as a revolutionary city; abdi- cated, not before a victorious coup d'état and in the midst of war, as in 1798; not six months after a crushing defeat, as in December 1848; but in the midst of peace, 18 years after the Commune, and on the eve of a probable revolution. And when Bebel says in the Vienna Gleichheit:
'Die Pariser Arbeiter haben sich in ihrer Mehrheit einfach erbärmlich benommen — mitt ihrer sozialistischen und klassenbewussten Gesinnung muss es sehr traurig stehn, wenn nur 17,000 Stimmen auf einen sozialistischen Kandidaten fallen und ein Hanswurst und dema- gog wie Boulanger 244,000 Stimmen erhält'[7]
— Nobody can say that he is wrong. The effect upon our party every- where has been that if Floquet has suffered a crushing defeat, so have we. Cutting off your nose to spite your face is no doubt also a sort of policy, but what sort?
Well, Boulanger is now sure to be master of France unless he commits some egregious blunder, and the Parisians will have their bellyful of him. If the thing goes off without war being brought on, it will be something gained—but the danger is great. Bismarck has every reason to hurry on a row, because William[8] is doing his best to ruin the German army by putting his favourites in the places of the old generals, and if he is allowed to proceed, in five years hence the Germans will be led by noth- ing but nincompoops and conceited jackasses. And how Boulanger, once in power, can outlive the effects of the universal désillusionnement which he must produce, without going to a war—that is more than I can see.
In all this mess it is but a poor consolation that the Possibilists have ruined themselves a little sooner than they would have done otherwise. But such as it is, let us rejoice over it. I send you two Recht voor Allen in which you see how they are getting treated by the very mass who insisted on their presence at the Congress.[9] Bernstein has given it them this week in the Sozialdemokrat[10] too, and even Hyndman has not the courage to stick up for them in Justice. To take his revenge, he writes a letter to Bax (5 Canning Road, Croydon) and asks him what it was that he, Bax, said about this point at the office of the Sozialdemokrat and what was repeated to me yesterday by Joos (one of the men there). I should be the more glad of this, as Bax was here yesterday too and never mentioned a word to me about it—it came out only after he had left. He can tell Bax that I told him so.
Well, I hope the new paper[11] will come out; we must take the situation as it is and make the best of it. When Paul gets to work at a paper again, he will brace himself up for the fight and no longer say despondingly: il n'y a pas à aller contre le courant[12] Nobody asks of him to stop the current, but if we are not to go against the popular current of momen- tary tomfoolery, what in the name of the devil is our business? The inhabitants of the Ville lumière[13] have proved to evidence that they are 2 million 'mostly fools' as Carlyle says, but that is no reason why we should be fools too. Let the Parisians turn reactionists if they cannot be happy otherwise—the social revolution will go on in spite of them, and when it's done they can cry out: Ah tiens! C'est fait—et sans nous—qui l'aurait imaginé[14]
With Nim's love
Ever yours F. E.
Doesn't Paul want any cash?