Erich Muhsam was born in Berlin in 1878 into a fairly well-to-do Jewish family. Soon after his family moved to Luebeck in north Germany where his father worked as a pharmacist (in fact the pharmacy is still there).

He hated the school where he was sent, which was known for its authoritarian discipline and its unsparing use of corporal punishment. Erich was often a victim of "the unspeakable flailings which were supposed to beat out of me all my innate feelings" because his rebellious nature often clashed with the school regime. In 1896 he wrote an anonymous piece for the socialist paper Luebecker Volsboten denouncing one of the school's most brutal teachers. This caused a scandal and Erich was expelled for taking part in socialist activities.

Erich had wanted to be a writer and poet from an early age and he left Luebeck to pursue this aim in Berlin in 1900. He got involved in a group called Neue Gemeinschaft (New Society) which combined socialist ideology with experiments in communal living. Here he met Gustav Landauer who introduced him to anarchist communist ideas. Muehsam contributed to Kampf, the anarchist paper of his friend Senna Hoy, who later died in terrible conditions in a Russian prison.

In 1904 Erich went to Ascona in Italian Switzerland to live in the artists' colony of Monte Verita (the writer Herman Hesse, the dance theorist Laban, the psychotherapist Otto Gross and many Daddaists and Expressionists lived there at one time or other).

He began writing plays there, the first of which, The Con Men, mixed new political theory with traditional dramatic forms. He also continued contributing to many anarchist papers, which drew the attention of the German authorities. He was considered one of the most dangerous anarchist agitators.

He moved to Munich in 1908 and took part in the cabaret movement. He did not care much for writing cabaret songs, but he achieved much notice because of them.

In 1911 he founded the paper Kain which advocated anarchist communism. He castigated and ridiculed the German state, fighting capital punishment and theatre censorship, and prophetically analysing international affairs. The World War that he had predicted led to the suspension of Kain.

At first Erich publicly supported the war, but by the end of 1914 was persuaded that he had been wrong, saying that, "I will probably have to bear the sin of betraying my ideals for the rest of my life". He threw himself into anti-war activity taking part in various actions. He supported the strikes that were beginning to break out. As these became more widespread and began to take on a revolutionary nature, Erich was among those arrested and imprisoned in April 1918, and then freed in November.

With the fall of the Kaiser and King Ludwig of Bavaria, Munich burst into revolt. Muehsam and Landauer as well as Ret Marut (later known as the novelist B. Traven) were among those agitating for the setting up of Workers Councils which led on to the founding of the Bavarian Council Republic. This lasted only a week. The Social Democrats, terrified by the thought of revolution, allied with the right. The Freikorps, a reactionary militia organised by the socialist minister Noske and composed of right wing military and students, crushed the Council Republic. Landauer died under the blows of rifle butts and boots.

Muehsam escaped but was later captured and sent to prison for 15 years. In prison, Erich continued with his writing, composing many poems and the play Judas. Released in the amnesty of 1924, he returned to a Munich in the grip of apathy. He joined the Anarchist Communist Federation of Germany (FKAD). He restarted Kain but this failed after a few issues. He then brought out Fanal (The Torch) where he attacked both the Communists and the far right. His openly revolutionary tone and his attempts to stop the rise of the right made him a hate figure among conservatives and Nazis.

He used satire to ridicule the Nazis with short stories and poems. This came to the personal attention of Hitler and Goebbels, arousing their anger. He agitated for the freeing of the revolutionary Max Hoelz and wrote a play, Staatsraeson (For reasons of State) in defence of Sacco and Vanzetti), in 1928.

In 1930 he completed his last play Alle Wetter (All Hang) which called for mass revolution as the only way to stop the seizure of power by the radical Right.

A few hours after Van der Lubbe had set fire to the Reichstag in February 1933, Muehsam was arrested and then spent the last 17 months of his life in the concentration camps of Sonnenburg, Brandenburg and Oranienburg. His teeth were smashed in with rifle butts, his scalp was branded with a swastika from a red-hot iron and he was hospitalised. He was forced to dig his own grave for a mock execution, and his body became a mass of bruises and wounds. His tormentors tried to force him to sing the Nazi song the Horst Wessel Lied. He refused to give in and sang the International. " Thanks to his will power he resisted all attempts to humiliate him" (Augustin Souchy).

Despite these tortures Erich remained intransigent to the end. Finally he was tortured and murdered on the night of 9th July 1934. After beatings, a Stormtrooper leader administered a lethal injection and then a suicide by hanging was faked.

Never in my life have I learnt

To submit to anyone

Here I am locked up,

Far from my home,

My wife, my workshop.

And even if they kill me,

If I must die,

To give up is to lie!

...

But if the chains broke

Then I would breathe in sunshine

At the top of my lungs- Tyranny!

And I would cry to the people: be free!

Forget to submit yourselves!

To give up is to lie!

From Muhsam's poem The Prisoner

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  • Frank [he/him, he/him]
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    2 months ago

    Reading some theory and a lot of theorists need to be reminded that theory is a model of the world based on the available evidence, not a cage made from the words of dead men. So many people are still drowning in the shit and mud of cold war ideologies, or even still fighting the battles of the 1910s and 20s. The way people still have personal affection for dead revolutionaries and get mad about them like they're your favorite boy band is ridiculous. The ghost of Stalin is the most prominent one, people act like he personally shot their dog and is going to jump out of hte closet and yell "BOO!" any second. We're still calling ourselves Leninists and Trotskyists when those guys have been dead for decades and their revolutions ultimately failed. We should be using the theory of those ages as a basis for analyzing the present, and instead many theorists are just circle jerking over who was the meanest leftist.

    I'm probably just disconnected from shit happening on the ground in languages I'll never learn to speak or read, but over in the Anglosphere it really feels like the tradition of all dead generations weigh like a nightmare on the brains of the living.

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    • Moss [they/them]
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      2 months ago

      It's bizarre to me to see people refusing to work together because they disagree about who should have been Lenin's successor.

    • TerminalEncounter [she/her]
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      2 months ago

      Yeah, you need praxis to develop theory. Visa versa too, but way too many people focus on getting theory right. It's the easier thing to do of the two in the coddled west, so it's what a lot of people have been doing for 50 years. I guess the people who did do praxis kept getting killed or imprisoned so there's that

      • Frank [he/him, he/him]
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        2 months ago

        Beyond even doing adventure-time cool shit yamagami with your friends ecoterrorist I've read a bunch of stuff recently where people were doing a lot of "Well here's what this guy from the 19th century would think" and it's like who cares? What are our strategyic goals now? What tools do we have? What resources do we have to develop new tools? I don't care what ancient dead germans think, what do people who are alive now think, and how's it working out? Idk. Just frustrated. Tonights been a weird one.

        • TerminalEncounter [she/her]
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          2 months ago

          Not even mimecraft stuff. Black Panthers breakfast program as part of their survival-pending-revolution was too much for the powers that be. The black lives matter protests in 2020 and earlier in Ferguson, that was too much and people got merced for it. Sending medical supplies to Cuba... like, nevermind the joy that could come from being a Modern Revolutionary you're not even allowed to give people food who need it

    • Lemmygradwontallowme [he/him, comrade/them]
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      2 months ago

      I'm probably just disconnected from shit happening on the ground in languages I'll never learn to speak or read, but over in the Anglosphere it really feels like the tradition of all dead generations weigh like a nightmare on the brains of the living.

      And to continue this chain of thought

      Precisely in such epochs of revolutionary crisis they anxiously conjure up the spirits of the past to their service, borrowing from them names, battle slogans, and costumes in order to present this new scene in world history in time-honored disguise and borrowed language.

      Thus -the Revolution of 1789-1814 draped itself alternately in the guise of the Roman Republic and the Roman Empire, and the Revolution of 1848 knew nothing better to do than to parody, now 1789, now the revolutionary tradition of 1793-95.

      In like manner, the beginner who has learned a new language always translates it back into his mother tongue, but he assimilates the spirit of the new language and expresses himself freely in it only when he moves in it without recalling the old and when he forgets his native tongue.