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Homage to a Broken Man: The Life of J. Heinrich Arnold - Plough

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Revolution16One weekend the family arrived <strong>to</strong> see laundry waving from a line thatsomeone had erected above their garden. Eberhard strode <strong>to</strong> the shed andknocked. <strong>The</strong> door opened and Max, an anarchist acquaintance who sometimescame <strong>to</strong> his lectures, appeared.“What a surprise <strong>to</strong> find you here!” said Eberhard, slightly taken aback, butextending a hand.“But Dr. <strong>Arnold</strong>, everyone knows you are opposed <strong>to</strong> private property. Andso…we’ve moved in!”Eberhard smiled and did not object. But since Max had brought along ayoung woman who was not his wife, the children were forbidden <strong>to</strong> visit thegarden plot as long as the squatters continued <strong>to</strong> live there.Meanwhile the <strong>Arnold</strong>’s own home looked less and less like a respectable<strong>to</strong>wn house. Open evenings ceased as a once-a-week event and became a way<strong>of</strong> life. Now the black-clad pious people rarely came. Replacing them were anew kind <strong>of</strong> guest: homeless war veterans and former prostitutes trying <strong>to</strong> gettheir lives back <strong>to</strong>gether. And, <strong>of</strong> course, Wandervögel, or “birds <strong>of</strong> passage,”as Youth Movement hikers were known. Hand-kissing and formal titles weregone; everyone simply used first names. When the weather was good, theguests <strong>to</strong>ok over the front lawn. Sometimes they danced; sometimes they invitedHeiner, Hardy and Emi-Margret <strong>to</strong> play circle games with them. Best <strong>of</strong>all, they <strong>of</strong>ten stayed the night, sleeping on dining room chairs or on the s<strong>of</strong>asin the drawing room.Street fighting flared up again in March 1920 during the Kapp Putsch, acoup by rightist factions in the army. <strong>The</strong> workers’ parties responded witha general strike, and soldiers and paramilitaries traded fire. One day duringthe worst <strong>of</strong> the violence, Lieutenant Helmut von Macke, a highly decoratedmarine <strong>of</strong>ficer, telephoned <strong>to</strong> say he was coming <strong>to</strong> visit. He appeared at thedoor shortly afterward and, over c<strong>of</strong>fee, asked Eberhard <strong>to</strong> take on the newDepartment <strong>of</strong> Youth that the rebel government planned <strong>to</strong> establish. Eberharddeclined: “My calling is a different one.” <strong>The</strong>n, as the crisis played out,<strong>Homage</strong> <strong>to</strong> a <strong>Broken</strong> <strong>Man</strong>

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