Chapter 263: The Declaration I Drafted
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Garion.
The name was like a spell, and the other writers who had been talking and laughing in the hall stopped communicating in an instant, and they all turned their heads to look at the man beside Principal Carlisle.
Calm, polite, like a gentleman from Paris.
However, what he said shocked everyone present, and they felt that the man in front of him was not simple. He didn't speak, but he could bite people at any time, and the headmaster of Edinburgh still had a mouth-hugging expression, and he still felt a little confused about the identity of the person in front of him.
"You're Garion? The man who dared to speak out to the Imperial Government? β
Garion asked rhetorically, "Don't you think I'm not?" β
Carlisle finally had a weak heart at this point, and he didn't have the guts to do what Garion had done. The fact that he openly supported the Revolutionary Party, called out Napoleon III, and finally was able to be protected by the Bonaparte family showed that he was not an ordinary man.
Turgenev, who was standing on the side, finally saw the eyes for help, how Carlisle hoped that Turgenev could give a negative answer, but the other party nodded calmly, confirming the guess in his heart.
"Yes, he's Garion, Lord Carlisle, and your guess is not wrong."
Seeing Carlisle's blank eyes, Garion didn't stop mending the knife again.
"So now I must correct your point, Lord Carlisle. I did appeal to the Imperial Government, but my article was still affirmed by Napoleon III, and even the Prime Minister of Prussia, the sworn enemy of France, agreed with me, and my article can cause a sensation at the top of the official hierarchy, but can your "French Revolution" get into the eyes of Napoleon III? β
"I can't."
Carlyle had nothing to say when he was refuted, although "The French Revolution" was brilliantly written, but it was just a book dressed in history, and it was okay to talk about literary talent, but once it got to the actual connotation, there was a broken book that the person in power could look at himself.
Garion's article is different, exposing the essence in a simple way, the irreconcilable contradiction between France and Germany, although at first some people thought that it was a propaganda to divert the contradiction, but as the nightmare in his article was fulfilled one by one, those people also had to admit that Garion was far-sighted.
"You say you're a Scotsman who doesn't even understand English history, and you write French history."
Garian taunted Carlisle fiercely, causing the other party to be confused, and he didn't dare to speak casually. But he had to admit that Garion was far above him at every point.
"So, don't look down on authors who write popular books."
He finished his taunt at Carlisle and was about to pick up the wine glass on the table, when he saw Ernest walking towards him with two glasses of red wine. He handed one of the glasses of wine to Garion and said with a smile, "I heard that you attended the Workers' Congress International?" β
"Huh?"
Garian quickly searched his mind for information about the life of Ernest, one of the leaders of the Chartist movement on the left and a poet, most of whose poems reflected on the lives of British workers and exposed the evils of the capitalist system. Important poems include "Song of the Lower Classes". He knew Marx and Engels in his youth. He has edited Chartist newspapers such as "Polaris". When the Chartist movement in Britain was at a low ebb, it compromised with the bourgeois radicals. After the Congress of the First International, he abandoned the Chartist movement and turned to Marx's side.
Garion smiled and replied, "Hello, Lord Ernest. I heard that you are a friend of Mr. Marx? β
"Not anymore."
Ernest shook his head with a wry smile and replied in frustration, "What happened at the Congress of the Workers' International, I have fallen out with Mr. Marx. And now that the Congress of the Workers' International has become the domain of His Excellency Marx and his supporters, what is the use of going back now. β
"Lord Ernest, do you remember what the purpose of the Chartist movement was?"
Garion asked for no reason, Ernest paused for a moment, and then said calmly, "The workers are demanding universal suffrage in order to have the opportunity to participate in the administration of the country. Because the issue of universal suffrage is a job problem, workers want political change to improve their economic status. β
The workers of that time would publish their demands in the form of a People's Charter. The Chartist movement in Britain, the Silesian textile workers' uprising in Germany, and the silk weaving workers' uprising in Lyon in France are called the three major workers' movements in Europe, indicating that the proletariat has begun to enter the stage of history and laying the class foundation for the birth of Marxism.
But the movement ultimately failed, and the reason for its failure was the lack of guidance from scientific theories, which reflected in turn the urgent need for a revolutionary theory of science.
"Then why do you think that by following the bourgeois game of universal suffrage, the workers will be able to fight for their own interests?"
Garion held out a finger and asked, "The most basic question is, do you have enough money to participate in the parliamentary elections?" The right to vote in Great Britain is clearly defined in terms of assets. β
Ernest shook his head.
"Even if you have the opportunity to hold the power, then do you think the capitalists will obediently hand over the power to you? If it can bring in 400% profit, they would rather risk being beheaded than kill you. The president of the United States can be assassinated, let alone the leader of a political party. β
Garion's words made Ernest's eyes widen suddenly, "No, it won't be......"
"Won't?"
Garian sneered and said, "For the sake of profit, the Americans dare to use the Boston tea party as an excuse for the beginning of the war, what can't the capitalists do?" If you join parliament to fight legally, that's not going to work. Lord Ernest, demonstrations and protests will not shake the world of capital in the slightest, but will only be frightened if their interests are completely shaken. β
The knot in Ernest's heart was suddenly untied, and the things that he had been unable to figure out before suddenly became clear.
It was he who was too naΓ―ve and underestimated the shamelessness of the capitalists.
"So what should I do now?"
Desperate to find a new way out, Ernest puts his hopes on Garion.
"Show you a clear path and join the camp of His Excellency Marx."
"Communists don't bother to conceal their views and intentions. They openly declared that their goal could only be achieved by violently overthrowing the entire existing social system. Let the ruling class tremble in the face of the communist revolution. What the proletarians have lost in this revolution is only chains. What they get will be the whole world! β
Ernest was stunned, "You've memorized the manifesto?" β
Garion gave him a blank look and said, "Nonsense, I drafted the manifesto for Mr. Marx. β