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Review: Karl Marx City

By John Ruberry

If you know a mil­len­nial who craves com­mu­nism, then I sug­gest that you sit that per­son down to watch the doc­u­men­tary Karl Marx City by Petra Epper­lein and her hus­band, Michael Tucker, which was released last year. Epper­lein was born in 1966 in Karl-​Marx-​Stadt, East Ger­many, which is now, as it was before, the city of Chemnitz.

And as it is was when she was a child, the most notice­able fea­ture of her home­town is the giant bust of Karl Marx, which looks over the dwin­dling pop­u­la­tion of Chem­nitz. Its bulk makes it too expen­sive to remove from its perch on the for­mer Karl-​Marx-​Street.

The Marx mon­u­ment is the ideal metaphor for the for­mer East Ger­many. Just as Big Brother is always watch­ing in George Orwell’s 1984, the Min­istry for State Secu­rity, col­lo­qui­ally known as the Stasi, was watch­ing too. Cam­eras were seem­ingly in every pub­lic space, as were Stasi agents and infor­mants. In a nation of 17 mil­lion peo­ple, there were an astound­ing 90,000 Stasi agents aided by 200,000 infor­mants. In con­trast, the FBI employs a pal­try 35,000.

What was the Stasi look­ing for? Every­thing. Just grab what­ever infor­ma­tion that can be found and use it for a case later. Because not only was every­one a sus­pect in this worker’s par­adise, every­one was prob­a­bly guilty. And if they weren’t guilty they likely would be soon.

Early in Karl Marx City Eppelein tells us that her father, 57, com­mit­ted sui­cide in 1999 after wash­ing his com­pany car and burn­ing his per­sonal papers. After­wards her fam­ily dis­cov­ers cryp­tic typed let­ters anony­mously mailed to her father that accused him of being a Stasi informant.

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Shot in black and white, per­fect grim com­mu­nist hues, Epper­lein, look­ing sim­i­lar to Liv Ullmann’s mute char­ac­ter in Ing­mar Bergman’s Per­sona, in a bit of twisted humor wan­ders the decrepit and mostly empty streets of the for­mer Karl Marx name­sake town hold­ing a mas­sive boom micro­phone and wear­ing vin­tage head­phones while we lis­ten to her voiceovers – in con­trast to the clan­des­tine record­ing done by the Stasi.

Epper­lein vis­its the Stasi archives in Chem­nitz and Berlin where we see file after file on mul­ti­ple floors. She’s look­ing for her father’s file, but we learn that the Ger­man Demo­c­ra­tic Repub­lic didn’t orga­nize its files in the man­ner that Google stores infor­ma­tion on main­frames where we can instantly retrieve vol­umes of infor­ma­tion on just about any­thing. Instead there’s some­thing here, there’s some­thing there.

We see a grainy Stasi film of a cou­ple walk­ing on side­walk. The man picks up an object. Then he puts it down. Why did he do that? Another man picks it up. The object turns out to be a knife. He keeps it. Why?

Epper­lein tracks down a child­hood friend who was a true-​believer in com­mu­nism. Now she wor­ships trees. Her father, a retired Stasi agent, recounts his reg­u­lar break-​ins at apart­ments. What was his most com­mon dis­cov­ery? Hand­writ­ten sched­ules of West Ger­man TV shows and small bags con­tain­ing a tooth brush and other per­sonal hygiene items, just in case the occu­pants are arrested – or forced to escape to the West.

Many polit­i­cal pris­on­ers were indeed locked up for sub­ver­sion. Many ended up in the West, but rather than this being an inno­cent Cold War lib­er­a­tion, we learn they were sold by the work­ers’ par­adise for ran­som to the West for much needed hard currency.

The sui­cide of Epperlein’s father was hardly an anom­aly, tak­ing one’s own life in the GDR was com­mon after the fall of the Berlin Wall. Recently Chem­nitz had the low­est birthrate of any city in the world.

One of the experts inter­viewed for the film scorns the Oscar-​winning film, The Lives of Oth­ers. While Oskar Schindler of Schindler’s List was real, there was no Stasi hero fight­ing back against oppression.

Near the end we learn the truth about Epperlein’s father.

Karl Marx City is avail­able on Net­flix and on Amazon.

John Ruberry, whose wife was born in the Soviet Union, reg­u­larly blogs at Marathon Pun­dit.

By John Ruberry

If you know a millennial who craves communism, then I suggest that you sit that person down to watch the documentary Karl Marx City by Petra Epperlein and her husband, Michael Tucker, which was released last year. Epperlein was born in 1966 in Karl-Marx-Stadt, East Germany, which is now, as it was before, the city of Chemnitz.

And as it is was when she was a child, the most noticeable feature of her hometown is the giant bust of Karl Marx, which looks over the dwindling population of Chemnitz. Its bulk makes it too expensive to remove from its perch on the former Karl-Marx-Street.

The Marx monument is the ideal metaphor for the former East Germany. Just as Big Brother is always watching in George Orwell’s 1984, the Ministry for State Security, colloquially known as the Stasi, was watching too. Cameras were seemingly in every public space, as were Stasi agents and informants. In a nation of 17 million people, there were an astounding 90,000 Stasi agents aided by 200,000 informants. In contrast, the FBI employs a paltry 35,000.

What was the Stasi looking for? Everything. Just grab whatever information that can be found and use it for a case later. Because not only was everyone a suspect in this worker’s paradise, everyone was probably guilty. And if they weren’t guilty they likely would be soon.

Early in Karl Marx City Eppelein tells us that her father, 57, committed suicide in 1999 after washing his company car and burning his personal papers. Afterwards her family discovers cryptic typed letters anonymously mailed to her father that accused him of being a Stasi informant.

Photograph courtesy of Wikipedia

Shot in black and white, perfect grim communist hues, Epperlein, looking similar to Liv Ullmann’s mute character in Ingmar Bergman’s Persona, in a bit of twisted humor wanders the decrepit and mostly empty streets of the former Karl Marx namesake town holding a massive boom microphone and wearing vintage headphones while we listen to her voiceovers–in contrast to the clandestine recording done by the Stasi.

Epperlein visits the Stasi archives in Chemnitz and Berlin where we see file after file on multiple floors. She’s looking for her father’s file, but we learn that the German Democratic Republic didn’t organize its files in the manner that Google stores information on mainframes where we can instantly retrieve volumes of information on just about anything. Instead there’s something here, there’s something there.

We see a grainy Stasi film of a couple walking on sidewalk. The man picks up an object. Then he puts it down. Why did he do that? Another man picks it up. The object turns out to be a knife. He keeps it. Why?

Epperlein tracks down a childhood friend who was a true-believer in communism. Now she worships trees. Her father, a retired Stasi agent, recounts his regular break-ins at apartments. What was his most common discovery? Handwritten schedules of West German TV shows and small bags containing a tooth brush and other personal hygiene items, just in case the occupants are arrested–or forced to escape to the West.

Many political prisoners were indeed locked up for subversion. Many ended up in the West, but rather than this being an innocent Cold War liberation, we learn they were sold by the workers’ paradise for ransom to the West for much needed hard currency.

The suicide of Epperlein’s father was hardly an anomaly, taking one’s own life in the GDR was common after the fall of the Berlin Wall. Recently Chemnitz had the lowest birthrate of any city in the world.

One of the experts interviewed for the film scorns the Oscar-winning film, The Lives of Others. While Oskar Schindler of Schindler’s List was real, there was no Stasi hero fighting back against oppression.

Near the end we learn the truth about Epperlein’s father.

Karl Marx City is available on Netflix and on Amazon.

John Ruberry, whose wife was born in the Soviet Union, regularly blogs at Marathon Pundit.