Chemnitz: An Eyewitness Report

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First impressions

There is nothing particularly special about the city of Chemnitz. One could hardly believe that this ended up being the site of a sudden explosion of anger after the murder of a Cuban-German man by Middle Eastern migrants. These were my first thoughts as I walked around the eastern Germany city. I was there to attend a march against migration and Islamization organized by the Alternative for Germany (AfD) party and PEGIDA.

I used some of my time to get to know the city. There was hardly any sign of Right-wing activity at first glance; no signs, stickers, graffiti, and so on. Perhaps this is a difference in style, but the amount of Left-wing propaganda that could be seen in this supposedly Right-leaning city shocked me. Was this because of current events, or is it that the Left has always been this active in Chemnitz?

One thing that annoyed me while I was there was the extent to which the far Left was able to operate openly. I even had the misfortune of running into the Marxist-Leninist party of Germany (MLPD) a couple of hours before the demonstration. Marxism-Leninism – the official ideology of the Soviet Union, one that killed millions of people through starvation and gulags – is tolerated in Germany, but not patriots tired of migrant criminality!

I was further irritated by some of the contents of a local bookshop, which offered many titles pertaining to Karl Marx, both serious and ironic in nature. I am not one who supports denying history or tearing down monuments. In fact, I think that the giant bust of Karl Marx in the center of Chemnitz looks cool! But the fact that there is no debate regarding Marx – only blind acceptance – shows how far away from any sense of moderation or understanding of history we are in the world today. This sentiment also goes for the buildings and streets named after Communists in the city, including Karl Liebknecht and Rosa Luxemburg.

Regardless, I later learned that the outward appearance of this city had deceived me.

The march

The sight of all the people who showed up in Chemnitz was something to behold! This was my first time doing anything like this. I had never joined a protest or a political event before. I’ll admit I was curious about the type of people who were going to be marching next to me. Would they be the supposed neo-Nazis the media loves to show? Or just ordinary people? Once I made my way to the march, most of the others seemed like normal middle-class people. Others appeared to be working class. Then there were people who, I’ll be honest, were probably neo-Nazis. Regardless of who they were, it felt good to stand beside people who had similar beliefs. We were alike, we were together, and we were not afraid to show our faces.

The event was intended to be a silent march in commemoration of those victims who have been murdered by migrants in Germany. Everything went well, though the Antifa succeeded in stalling our peaceful march, despite the fact that it was obvious that the people who came out were not there to be violent.

Most people don’t need to be told that the media is a bunch of liars; still, it’s one thing to believe it, and another to see it with your own eyes. My experience of the march was completely peaceful up until the moment the Antifa managed to stop us from peacefully assembling. Once again, all of the violence and anger that ensued was entirely a consequence of the Left and their inability to tolerate any other opinion than their own. Even in anger, the demonstrators did not attack the police. Absolutely not. Many of the people, particularly the young men, let their anger and frustration be known, but no one –  not police officers or anyone else – was assaulted, as far as I could see. The fact that these good people have been slandered by the media at home and abroad infuriates me!

Afterthoughts

I was extremely pleased to see so many different types of people in attendance. I even saw a couple of non-white marchers. There were older people there also, and what appeared to be teenagers. What this proves is that more and more people are now willing to show their faces without fear. They are tired of the way things are. Being intimidated into hiding your beliefs out of worries over social disapproval may be wearing off. The people are angry, and the elites know it.

Overall, this was a very good experience, and I’m glad I was able to make it. Taking part in the march and chanting alongside other people makes you feel more alive. It reminds you that you are not alone, and that things can indeed change if we work together. If you ever walk around a city – any city in the world – and feel alone, remember that there are many, many people who think like you do. They may not outwardly show it, but they are there, and they will not remain silent forever.