Communism -- Hungary; Hungary -- History -- Revolution, 1918-1919 -- Personal narratives; Tormay, Cécile, 1876-1937 -- Diaries
No news has reached us: the telegraph wires are silent: people have even
stopped whispering in the street. The soldiers are leaning indolently
out of the guard-room windows, and the Czech guns are silent.
No news! Yet suddenly an awful reminder of the times we live in reached
my ear. A child was singing in the street. I could not see it, but could
hear that it was coming nearer and nearer, so I began to listen. The
little songster was just crossing the end of the narrow street and for
an instant the break in the houses gave his voice free access to us. “My
father ... my mother ...” It was a small boy and he was balancing
himself on the kerbstone as he repeated the refrain. Then I caught the
words:
“My father, my mother, you may——for all I care....”
The song went on, to the stupid tune of a Budapest music-hall ditty. I
have heard many disgusting things told of the new schools established by
the Bolsheviks, but I think this was the most disgusting—and the most
disastrous. The degradation of the Hungarian schools was not the
achievement of a day: it was started unobserved before the war by our
Freemasons’ educational policy and by Freemason mayors of the capital.
Then Károlyi came and prepared the way for Bolshevism in the education
of Hungary’s younger generation. The mass appointment of Jewish masonic
professors and teachers; the Bolshevik reform of school books; the
destruction of the souls of the children; the degradation of parental
authority; the systematic destruction of moral and patriotic principles;
the revelation of sexual matters; all these were the work of Károlyi’s
Government. The Soviet Government, when it came, had only to change a
few men and names, and the whole machine was ready to their hand, to
work exclusively, and to their entire satisfaction, in the interest of
revolution.
One shudders at the thought of those who have the education of Hungary’s
childhood and youth in their hands. They all belong to the foreign race.
The Commissaries for Education: Kunfi, the morphomaniac; Lukács a
degenerate; Pogány, who is openly accused of murder; and Számuelly, the
murderer in Russia of captive Hungarian officers. The dictator of the
students, or so-called ‘young-workers,’ is an assassin, the same
Lékai-Leiter who had attempted to kill Tisza on the steps of the House
of Parliament the day before the outbreak of the Revolution. Murderers
and men devoid of moral sense, how should they consider schools as
anything but the means of propaganda, as devilish laboratories which may
serve to poison young guiltless minds? Normal education is a process of
civilization: Bolshevik education is demoralisation.
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