Hungary

One year ago Liberty was here, but we did not recognize her

The anniversary of the mass march of refugees from Hungary to Austria reminds us that politics has come to serve only the powerful.

One year ago, on September 4, hundreds of ragged people, adults and children, mostly refugees from Syria started marching on the Hungarian highway towards Vienna. They triumphed over governments and borders, and achieved what was necessary for their survival. The group, led by a Syrian whose leg was crippled by the war, gave an example of freedom and perseverance which should fuel us all in our fight against the powerful, in our fight for liberty and a decent life.

One year ago, the day after the refugees stuck at Budapest’s Keleti Railway Station burst open the Hungarian-Austrian border, I wrote on Facebook: “Do not believe what the television and radio are going to say, that Orbán or the politicians opened the borders. Because it was these brave young people, men and women, who opened the borders with their perseverance and will to live. And the Hungarians who showed solidarity.”

We know that during those tense hours the refugees forced the Hungarian government to deal with the problem that it itself had created: the problem of refugees forced to camp in front of the railway station without proper supplies, the problem of refugees kept in insecurity by the arbitrary opening and closing of the railway station, and that of refugees tricked by trains that were diverted from their original track in order to land in refugee camps.

Due to the exodus broadcasted by the media all around the world, the Hungarian cabinet was forced to act. And act it did: it passed the mass of refugees to Austria and, then, Germany. It transported people by bus to the border with Austria – the latter could do nothing else but open its border and let everybody in without control. (Despite its tough rhetoric, it was the actions of the Hungarian government that forced Austria and Germany to open their border unconditionally, without any checks or registration, because the masses of starving refugees stuck in Hungary “were passed” to the West. It was also the Hungarian government that in the following weeks transported the refugees from the Hungarian-Croatian border directly to Austria, “dumping” them at the country’s gates.)

On this day it was not the Orbán government, nor the migration activists, nor the anti-refugee groups, nor Merkel, nor the refugees who won, but the People.

But we did not realize this. We did not realize that on this day, in this small country the People triumphed, Freedom and Solidarity triumphed, the downtrodden and the suffering triumphed over the powerful.

We did not realize this, because we were incapable of displaying Fraternity, as we are incapable every day since. Because we do not notice the comrade in suffering, but the stinky Gypsy, the filthy chav, the bizarre stranger everywhere. We are incapable of action based on empathy and comradeship.

We are incapable because the oppression called politics makes us incapable. Because politics became the servant of the powerful rather than the servant of the community. Because politics is concealing the fact that we are all one. That despite our disagreements and conflicts, it is not the refugee, nor the Gypsy, nor the chav that cripples us, but the powerful.

One year ago we had the chance to open our eyes and realize what force erupts from under oppression and exclusion. We could have recognized ourselves in the refugees.

We could have recognized our own daily existential problems, our own poverty, and the insecurity of our own children’s future in those who marched on the highway for the resolution of their daily existential problems, of their poverty, and the insecurity of their children’s future.

We could have recognized our own struggles for life.

But we failed to do so. As we fail every day to recognize ourselves in the people walking the streets, or sitting in the car next to ours in the traffic jam. Even if this would be easier than recognizing ourselves in the “alien Muslim”.

It is our destiny to understand this.

Because unless we do, we remain mere pawns in the politics of the powerful, in the game of corruption and rigged procedures. We remain stuck in a politics that is reduced to what oligarchs do. We remain stuck in our rotten countries.

Bio

András Jámbor
He is an activist and organizer of several demonstrations. He is the founder and editor-in-chief of Kettős Mérce, an independent blog of young journalists and authors and an online platform of young activists | www.kettosmerce.blog.hu