When I was barely ten years old, my sweet brother took me by the hand and we joined the demonstration of a large student army on October 23, 1956.
A happy march followed the Bajcsyn, a stop at the Bem statue, and finally arriving in front of the Parliament. The air was glowing from the awakened Budapest, the people demanded Imré Nagy, Zoltán Tildy, and Anna Kéthly in the government.
After the speeches of Ernő Gerő and then Imre Nagy, the disgruntled crowd made their way to Magyar Rádió. At around 9 o'clock in the evening, the first shot rang out, which I heard from the window of my home, listening to the voices of the crowd filling the street: "Dirty people are shooting!" and similar phrases. My parents ordered me in from the window, my brother was already on the street again. The most beautiful but blood-soaked war of independence in the modern history of Hungary began.
Even if for a few days, the wind of freedom swept over the Hungarian people, the homeland and Budapest swam in the euphoria of victory. At the call of Kádárek, on November 4, Soviet armored personnel carriers tore up the asphalt in the streets of Budapest, their death-dealing army once again opened up the opportunity for the red regime, the showdown over the innocent heroes.
Then, until 1989, the colonized Hungary became a vassal of the Soviet empire.
When our government declared October 23, 1956 as a holiday of national commemoration, it became possible to freely remember our heroes and martyrs.
Who would have thought that there is such a person, even a prime minister, who shoots at those commemorating the revolution in 2006, leads a cavalry charge, and beats them with a viper. This is how he lived out his desire for revenge, which he took from the traditionalists of the intellectual heirs of communism. Blood flowed again on the streets of Pest.
The eighth Peace March proved that the people of Budapest do not forget, at best they exaggeratedly believed that even left-wing politicians had some moral minimum. But in vain, because as the proverb says: "Fish stinks from the head."
The Peace Procession hopefully shook up the majority of Budapest residents. In 2019, we hoped that enough people would vote for István Tarlós. We were wrong, because the additional vote of ninety thousand deceived citizens sewed Gergely Karácsony into our necks. Let's face it, we were comfortable and drank/drink the juice of it. Budapest fell into unworthy, incompetent hands. The Mayor's Office resembles the former party house on Republic Square. For two years, we have felt that our city is cooling down in a chaotic state. The mayor can be dragged around like a puppet, and his fellow politicians, who have already fallen, use taxpayers' money for their own political purposes.
The lagging and delayed investments with expensive construction are peppering the Budapest residents every day. Let's also not forget that the painter specialized in bicycle lanes has become a master of traffic jams with his individual works. As mayor, we can see a person every day who has no will or thoughts of his own, who stumbles on the leadership of Ferenc Gyurcsány and falls on his nose. He served the treasonous, power-hungry plans of Gyurcsány, who is now sending him to the lecsó. You deserve this real perspective. He can continue to exercise his servile obedience, and his boss can rightly expect from him the quick disappearance of those given into his hands.
The opposition party leaders commanded from Brussels, who have pushed aside the identity of those who voted for them until now, believe that they will be rewarded by the emerging empire with lucrative statuses for the rest of their lives. In the foreplay, they got the money and the help of paid mediums, but as you can see, the fringes that they could jump on, throw them down.
Many of our fighters who fled abroad were expelled from our country by the Kádár regime. My sweet brother also came to New Zealand, after spending half a year as a guest in an Austrian camp. Many of our heroes have already passed away, including him. Homeland and Budapest cannot forget our young generation of freedom fighters at that time.
Our Peace March conveyed the moral power of remembrance and reminder. We saw that on October 23, 2006, the heirs of the Bolshevik and communist ideals once again did not fit into their skins. In order to preserve their power, they humiliated our people, and even the prime minister of that time is even proud of his vile actions. For a long time, the people of Budapest put up with the sycophancy of today's "opposition", the post-communist, all-liberal city leaders who embezzle taxpayers' money.
The Peace March effectively indicated that we will "never again" ask for vile lies. Budapest, which is considered the heart of Hungary, returned to our common heartbeat, our spiritual community, and signaled to the Gyurcsány-fogat, when a total of three thousand people went to their rally on October 23, that the scam festival was over.
László Csizmadia is the chairman of CÖKA's board of trustees
Source: magyarhirlap.hu
