How I Became an Englishman
By John Peter and Jeremy Irons
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Peter Janos had recently turned eighteen when he heard rumours that a demonstration was going to take place that day in Budapest. He and his classmates in the sixth form of his prestigious school were instructed not to attend, which naturally made them all the more eager to do so. They could not have known that this 'demonstration' would turn in
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How I Became an Englishman - John Peter
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It all began with Richard III.
The audacious artistic director of The National Theatre in Budapest decided to take advantage of the slight thaw in the icy grip of censorship for a couple of years after Stalin’s death in 1953 to put on the most politically provocative of Shakespeare’s history plays.
True, the director, Tomas Major, was also a leading actor, and longed to play the wicked King, but all the same, his production was more than a risk: it was an extraordinary show of courage and defiance.
Here was a play about an evil despot who ruthlessly murders anyone who gets in his way, a tyrant who regularly wrote the scripts used to try, find guilty and execute his enemies, just like in the show trials staged in the capitals of the Soviet Block – a recent memory.
Such a play could not have been put on anywhere in Soviet territory while Stalin was alive, and although the easing up in the three years after his death had meant that Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, which had won the Nobel Prize, and Solzenitsyn’s One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch could be published in Hungarian, it did not really amount to much: the odd joke might be allowed, the possibility of an occasional pessimistic remark about the human lot, a less fervent singing of those relentlessly optimistic songs about marching into the glorious Soviet future, but Tomas Major was undaunted, and went ahead.
I was sixteen at the time of this event, and living in rural poverty in a village called Dunaföldvár deep in the countryside along the Danube when one of my Godfathers, (eminent Godparents having been dutifully supplied by my parents at my Baptism in the Basilica of St. Stephen where they had been married) invited me to Budapest to see the play. I knew, of course, that my appearance, let alone my lack of manners or social graces would seem shocking in the city: after village school hours I worked with a donkey called Rudi and a rickety cart, collecting water from ancient wells for the local vineyards, and the only clothes I had were shabby, worn out peasant ones, but fortunately, though I knew I would feel mortified by my scruffy appearance, it did not prevent me from accepting this exciting invitation, and attending the play.
I must have known, somehow, that I had to be there, though I could not have predicted that I would be present at one of those rare moments when Art actually influences Society, nor that seeing it do so would shape my future, dictate the priority of Drama in my life, and – subconsciously, of course – my career as theatre critic.
The thousand seat theatre was packed and the audience rapt, bodies taut, faces tense with concentration, only too aware of the parallels between Richard’s manipulation of the truth in his drive to power and the recent real-life drama they’d all witnessed: the show trial of the former Minister of the Interior and founder of the ÁVO – the Hungarian MI5, later to become the Gestapo – László Rajk, when he was tortured until he confessed to crimes against the State he’d never even dreamed of.
Stalin had ordered such trials in every Communist country and the accusations were always the same: the victims had conspired with Western Imperialists in a plot to murder leaders of the Party.
Everyone knew that such accusations were trumped up and completely fake: the trials were scripted dramas – they selected someone from the top, made them read a script detailing their imagined crimes, then executed them, as an example.
Like the drama it was, each trial was completely rehearsed. Everyone knew their lines,
said the current Head of the ÁVO with satisfaction, referring to the Rajk trial. One brave Bulgarian victim had dared to denounce the testimony he was compelled to read. They tortured me to make me say this,
he said. "Not one word of it is true. It’s a load