In the Prison City, Brussels, 1914-1918: A Personal NarrativeTwells, J. H. (Julia Helen Watts)
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In the Prison City, Brussels, 1914-1918: A Personal Narrative
Twells, J. H. (Julia Helen Watts)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Belgium -- Brussels; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
“Le Bourgmestre de Bruxelles a fait savoir au Commandant allemand
que le Gouvernement français a déclaré au Gouvernement belge
l’impossibilité de l’assister offensivement en aucune manière, vu
qu’il se voit lui-même forcé à la défensive.”
To this repetition of the German announcement M. Max added in the
largest available type:
“J’oppose à cette affirmation le démenti le plus formel.
“ADOLPHE MAX.”
It must have been a staggering surprise to the invaders, who thought
their frightfulness had killed the Belgian spirit, and consequently
that their trick would succeed.
Von Luettwitz at once publicly forbade the posting of any bulletin
without his permission.
To be rid of a man who so energetically defied them on undeniable
grounds of right, they arrested Adolphe Max alleging that he had
failed to deliver the whole amount of war indemnity within the
specified time. Although Echevin Jacqmain offered himself as hostage
in place of the Bourgmestre so greatly loved and needed by the people
of Brussels, his offer was declined; and on the 26th of September
Monsieur Max was carried away in an automobile—followed and preceded
by others filled with armed men!—to be imprisoned in a fortress. With
his departure, Brussels was more than ever at the mercy of those who
ruled her with the despotism and unnecessary severity which newly-won
power always develops in men of shallow mind and ignoble character.
So it was not sufficient that the flags had been withdrawn in response
to the beautiful appeal Monsieur Max had made to the people—an
appeal which, after referring to the inconsistency of the German
order with former agreements, ended in these words: “Je demande à
cette population de donner un nouvel exemple du sang-froid et de
la grandeur d’âme, dont elle a fourni déjà tant de preuves en ces
jours douloureux. Acceptons provisoirement le sacrifice qui nous est
imposé. Retirons nos drapeaux pour éviter des conflits, et attendons
patiemment l’heure de la réparation.”
The beloved tricolour was hidden from sight, but after the departure
of Max, even the wearing of a tiny button or bit of ribbon presenting
the colours, became a crime punishable by imprisonment. Women had
these roughly dragged from their dress in the street by any passing
officer who wished to make a public exhibition of power, and one whom
I know was ordered by a young stripling wearing the Prussian uniform,
when seated opposite her in a tram, to hand over a tiny brooch whereon
the three colours were scarcely perceptible.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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