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(1950s) Stalin Dies
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1950s Highlights
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Stalin Dies
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<p> [When Soviet Dictator Joseph Stalin died in March 1953 after
28 years in absolute power, the Communist world reeled. Even
those who were most oppressed by his totalitarian terror felt
bereft. At first, his heirs dutifully lined up behind Stalin's
chosen successor, Georgy Malenkov, with every sign of unity.]
</p>
<p>(March 16, 1953)
</p>
<p> For millions, he was the infallible all, "Uncle, Big Brother,
Great Father, Leader, Teacher" and--as a Soviet poet said of
him--"Chief of all the people, Who callest men to life Who
takest the earth."
</p>
<p> But he was just another human animal. Some time before 10
o'clock last Thursday night, March 5, Joseph Vissarionovich
Djugashvili, alias Koba (The Indomitable) alias Stalin (The Man
of Steel), died. He died as he had lived, shrouded in dark and
oriental mystery.
</p>
<p> On Friday afternoon, a motor hearse rolled to the ornate House
of the Trade Unions. There, where Lenin lay in state in 1924,
the neatly arrayed remains of Joseph Stalin were placed. In
sallow, impassive dignity, Stalin's body lay in the glare of
spotlights, the huge grey head resting on a silken pillow, the
chest of his simple, military tunic adazzle with medals and
ribbons; others glinted on a pillow laid at the foot of his
bier. Through the great hall floated the sickish scent of massed
flowers, from Peking and all the conquered capitals of Eastern
Europe, from Communist Parties all over, from Stalingrad and
Stalino and Stalinbad and Stalinogrosk.
</p>
<p> The heirs themselves--Premier Georgy Malenkov, Lavrenty
Beria, Vyacheslav Molotov, Marshal Bulganin, Lazar
Kaganovich--stood the first honor watch at the bier. Then the
huge doors were thrown open. For 60 hours, the men women &
children of Moscow marched into gaze, in awe, in curiosity, or
in grief, at the powerful little man so few had seen in life.
</p>
<p> [But a power struggle had been gong on in the Kremlin even
before Stalin died. It was not long before feared Police Chief
Lavrenty Beria met the fate he had meted out to thousands of
others.]
</p>
<p>(July 20, 1953)
</p>
<p> The unannounced appearance of the Soviet leaders at the
Bolshoi was one of their rare public demonstration of solidarity
since the death of Stalin. Counting the heads, the audience
found one missing: the cruel, slyly epicene face of Lavrenty
Beria, first deputy chairman of the Council of Ministers, chief
of the Ministry of Internal Affairs (police), boss of atomic
energy, was not among those in the state box.
</p>
<p> Unknown to the foreigners at the time, and to all but a few
Russians, a plenary session of the Central Committee of the
Soviet Communist Party was held ten days later, somewhere in
Moscow. On this committee sit Russia's 200 mightiest Communists,
men with great rank and great fears. They gathered to hear the
most significant news since Stalin's death 93 days before: the
struggle for power among the Kremlin's titans had begun.
</p>
<p> It was suety Georgy Malenkov, the Premier, who got to his
feet before them, to put the finger on Comrade Beria. This
trusted man, said Malenkov, had committed "criminal anti-party
and anti-state actions, intended to undermine the Soviet State
in the interest of foreign capital." How had his criminality
been manifested? In "perfidious attempts to place the U.S.S.R.
Ministry of Internal Affairs above the government and Communist
Party."
</p>
<p> The power to make the charge was the power to make it stick.
Did any of these feared and fearing men challenge Malenkov,
demand to know what evidence there was to sustain so grave a
charge, or rise to Comrade Beria's defense? The subsequent
communique said only that the Central Committee had decided to
expel Beria from the party as "an enemy of the people."
</p>
<p> [Beria confessed to "most serious crimes" and was tried and
executed in December. His fall set off a broad purge of his
followers.
</p>
<p> Meanwhile, there were those in the satellite empire who were
moved to take advantage of the weaknesses of the power
transition. Workers in East Berlin and other East German cities
went on strike and rioted against their oppressive regime,
giving the lie to the myth of monolithic Communist solidarity.]
</p>
<p>(June 29, 1953)
</p>
<p> By 7 a.m. the streets of East Berlin were alive with workers
who would not work. Barehanded, they gathered in the grey
morning rain. They wore the uniforms of their trade--masons in
white overalls, carpenters in traditional black corduroy smocks,
day laborers and factory hands in hobnailed boots and raveled
suits. Many were youths; some were peasants from outside the
city. In mumbling columns that suggested disconnected centipede
legs groping for the body, they streamed from all directions
toward the center of East Berlin, where the Communist proconsuls
rule.
</p>
<p> Along Stalinallee, the newly constructed showplace of the
East German workers' paradise, one band of 10,000 fell into
ragged cadence. "We don't want a People's Army. We want free
elections," cried one man, and others took it up. The mumble
became a shout. Then it suddenly stopped--at the end of the
street, in front of a cordon of dark green riot trucks, stood
a wall of People's Police, their grey raincoats agleam, their
arms locked elbow to elbow. For a moment the front of the column
hesitated and the marchers in the rear piled up in comic
confusion. Then the 10,000 plunged ahead, disregarding thudding
truncheons. The wall of police broke, and with a roar the
marchers poured forward.
</p>
<p> The columns and the sounds swelled, "Down with the People's
Army! We want butter!" "Freedom! Freedom!" Shopkeepers hurriedly
clanged down shutters of their stores and peered through the
slits. From side streets and cluttered curbs, hundreds of others
drifted into the march. Other columns melted into the one from
Stalinallee.
</p>
<p> But at Leipziger and Friedrich Strasse, where the chief
government buildings stood, the mob's suppressed feelings broke
out. Anger scudded in like a rain cloud. "Freedom!" they
chanted. "Freedom!" "We demand the overthrow of the government."
"We want the overthrow of Ulbricht."
</p>
<p> Thousands began chanting the forbidden anthem:
</p>
<p> "Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles. Uber alles in der Welt."
</p>
<p> Then over the din came a new sound--the metallic clatter of
tank treads on the cobblestones. A woman shrieked, "The tanks!
The tanks are coming." Along Friedrich Strasse rolled eight
field green T-34 medium tanks emblazoned with the Red Star,
their 85-mm. guns ominously traversing the mob. Along other big
streets came more, about 200 in all. For a while they rocked and
snarled past and through the crowds. But one band of young
rioters scooted close to a T-34 and jammed a log into its
tracks, leaving it crippled with its crew inside. Others tossed
sticks and big stones into the tracks of tanks.
</p>
<p> At the six-columned Brandenburg Gate on the East-West border,
two men climbed to the top and to a billowing cheer tore down
the Red flag and tossed it to the ground. The crowd gleefully
burned it. On other squares and corners, the Red flag was ripped
down, spat upon. It was past noon.
</p>
<p> In a half a dozen places at once, the machine guns and
submachine guns began chattering. Witnesses in the West sector
reported that the Soviet soldiers seemed to aim above the crowd;
the Vopos fired point-blank at their countrymen. On the squares,
the crowds broke. Hundreds threw themselves into gutters and
doorways, and down subway stair wells to dodge the bullets. But
not all made it.
</p>
<p> Throughout all East Berlin, a city of 1,700,000 ordinary life
was at a standstill while at the center violence went its
course. More Soviet troops poured in, and so did reinforcements
of the Volkspolizei. Gradually, East Berlin's rebellion guttered
out in the rain. By 2:30 most of the shooting had stopped and
the drenched crowds had melted away. A police sound truck
circled the riot area, booming: "The Soviet commander of
troops...has ordered a (9p.m.) curfew...Prohibited is the
gathering of groups of more than three..."
</p>
<p> [A month later came another manifestation of Communist
weakness in Berlin, one that the West gleefully exploited.]
</p>
<p>(August 10, 1953)
</p>
<p> Like locusts descending on a desert oasis, the hungry people
of Communist Germany poured into West Berlin. The West, with one
million 10-lb. food packets, was ready for a flow of several
thousand a day. But hundreds of thousands came. They traveled
on foot, by train and subway, by car and bicycle from all
corners of East Germany. They brought empty cartons, shopping
bags, even empty baby carriages in which to carry home their
precious "Eisenhower Parcels"--free food contributed by the U.S.
</p>
<p> The free food was the most successful U.S. diplomatic stroke in
Europe since the Berlin airlift. Disturbed and angered, the East
German Communists tried every way the could think of to blunt it.
</p>
<p> But neither threat nor ruse stopped the invasion. The East
Germans poured into West Berlin and out again, carrying their
two pounds of lard, bags of dried beans, peas and flour, and
four cans of condensed milk. All together, each parcel was worth
about $1.15--not much by Western standards, but plainly a
treasure to East Germans.
</p>
<p> After five days of hesitation, in evident fear of a people who
so recently had proved desperate and courageous enough to stand
against Soviet tanks, the Reds at week's end abruptly shut off
all highway and rail traffic to Berlin from five East German
provinces. That effectively halted the hungry invasion of West
Berlin: lines dropped to a trickle. But East German railroad men
reported angry mobs at stations all along their route, storming
the ticket offices, and clashing helplessly with armed troops
and club-wielding cops.
</p>
<p> [Then Malenkov fell ignominiously from power. After confessing
to shortcomings and failures in administration, he was relieved
of the premiership and replaced by Nikolai Bulganin.]
</p>
<p>(February 21, 1955)
</p>
<p> In Communism's 37 years in power in Russia leaders have fallen
from power in dramatically diverse ways. Some cringingly
confessed to being jackals, venal hirelings in the pay of the
capitalist enemy. Some went silently to the cellar. Some, like
Molotov in his days as Premier, stepped uncomplainingly aside
and lived on, even rising to high power again. Some, like the
devoted Communists in Arthur Koestler's Darkness at Noon,
confessed to others' errors as their last proof of loyalty to
the system, and hoped that after their death Communist history
would thank them for their sacrifice to the cause. But nobody
before had ever fallen as Georgy Malenkov, once the presumed heir
to Stalin's dictatorship, fell last week.
</p>
<p> He sat before the Supreme Soviet while his startling admission
of incompetency was read out....
</p>
<p> At 1 o'clock the room is suddenly quiet. A group of short
chunky men file into a rear pew; the Presidium of the Central
Committee of the Communist Party, the all-high bosses of
Communism, has arrived. There is a short, brief explosion of
applause, which ends exactly on the instant, for this is the
best drilled and most obedient body of public executives in the
world--yet not entirely incapable of shock.
</p>
<p> So last week began the second meeting of this session of the
Supreme Soviet. The budget had been received and debated:
custom called for a report on foreign affairs, made at the last
session by Premier Georgy Malenkov. Instead, putty-nosed
Alexander Volkov, Chairman of the Council of the Union, stepped
forward to the rostrum. He had, he said, a communication from
Comrade Malenkov. Volkov began reading from a paper in his hand.
</p>
<p> "I ask (he said on behalf of Malenkov) to bring to the notice
of the Supreme Soviet of the U.S.S.R. my request to be relieved
from the post of chairman of the Council of Ministers..."
</p>
<p> There was a muffled gasp, and audible murmur from the
well-drilled Deputies. Eyes were focused on the dark-browned,
porcine face of the Premier of the Soviet Union sitting in the
middle of the party pew.</p>
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