It was still dark last Tuesday morning at Szent István Park, Budapest, when the trucks arrived. At dawn as the first light appeared workers dismantled the György (Georg) Lukács statue. They were quiet, fast and efficient and it seemed that they had lots of experience. In a short time the statue of the renowned Marxist philosopher was gone.
There is dog-park nearby and when early risers from the surrounding apartment buildings came down to walk their dogs, they were astounded. Thirty two years after its inauguration the Lukács statue had disappeared.
There is a discussion in these days in the media about Prime Minister Viktor Orbán’s system; is it authoritarian or a full blown dictatorship? You decide. I call it Viktatorship.
You can read more about the saga of the statue by clicking here – Hungary is removing statue of philosopher György (Georg) Lukács – He was Marxist and Jewish
György Lázár
The Lukács statue before removal….
Workers removed the statue at dawn.
Lukács after
I suppose the next step is to remove his writings from the libraries, eliminate all courses about his ideas, from philosophy department offerings, retire profs, who taught courses on Lukács. Such a sad refrain, this Hungarian rhapsody- saving the purity of the christian nation from the marxist Jews, cosmopolitans, etc. What would we do without Muslims ? Huh ?
A very sad day for Hungary or for every revolutionary all over the word, as someone who got influence by the school of Budapest and Hungarian Marxism, I have seen this statue before it was removed, most probably they will take to the park tho
Anouar
Did they get to you as well and before you could finish your sentence ???? 🙂
If Evita could tell Argentina not to cry for her, surely we can tell ourselves not to cry for Lukács ? All his writings and works are alive, as are his disciples. His statue in an insignificant little park in Budapest may be removed, but his global impact on philosophy, cultural theory, Marxist method, cannot be eradicated. His fans can rejoice in the knowledge, that the petty-bureaucrats in Budapest have not been able to limit his greatness or influence, his detractors can grit their teeth. The whole thing, is a sad refrain from an old, Hungarian rhapsody.
What is sad is Lukács’s blood stained hands aquired during the red terror of 1919 and his obsequious support of the Rákosi & Kádár dictatorships…