sentiment. In Berlin, after the War, I was present at a mass-demonstration of Marxism in front of the Royal Palace. A sea of red flags, red scarves and red flowers gave an outward appearance of power to that crowd, which I estimated at about 120,000 persons. I felt and understood how easily the man in the street is impressed by the sug¬ gestive magic of such a grandiose piece of play-acting.
The bourgeoisie, which as a Party represents no world-theory, had therefore no banner. Their Party consisted of “patriots” and went about in the colours of the Reich.
The black-white-red of the old Empire was revived by our so-called national bourgeois Parties as their colours.
It is obvious that the symbol of a situation which might be defeated by Marxism under inglorious accom¬ panying circumstances was worthless to serve as the token under which the same Marxism was to be crushed in its turn. However much any decent German must love and revere those old colours, glorious when placed side by side in their