parties of eight or ten and began steadily to thrash them out of
the hall. After five minutes I could see hardly one of them that
was not streaming with blood. Then I realized what kind of men
many of them were, above all my brave Maurice Hess, who is
my private secretary today, and many others who, even though
seriously wounded, attacked again and again as long as they
could stand on their feet. Twenty minutes long the pandemonium
continued. Then the opponents, who had numbered seven or
eight hundred, had been driven from the hall or hurled out
headlong by my men, who had not numbered fifty. Only in the
left corner a big crowd still stood out against our men and put up
a bitter fight. Then two pistol shots rang out from the entrance to
the hall in the direction of the platform and now a wild din of
shooting broke out from all sides. One's heart almost rejoiced at
this spectacle which recalled memories of the War.
At that moment it was not possible to identify the person who
had fired the shots. But at any rate I could see that my boys
renewed the attack with increased fury until finally the last
disturbers were overcome and flung out of the hall.
About twentyfive minutes had passed since it all began. The hall
looked as if a bomb had exploded there. Many of my comrades
had to be bandaged and others taken away. But we remained
masters of the situation. Hermann Essen, who was chairman of
the meeting, announced: "The meeting will continue. The
speaker shall proceed." So I went on with my speech.
When we ourselves declared the meeting at an end an excited
police officer rushed in, waved his hands and declared: "The
meeting is dissolved." Without wishing to do so I had to laugh at
this example of the law's delay. It was real police pompousness.
The smaller they are the greater they must always try to appear.
That evening we learned a real lesson. And our adversaries never
forgot the lesson they had received.
Up to the autumn of 1923 the Münchener post did not again
mention the clenched fists of the Proletariat.
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