My Professor the Hero
An extraordinary individual who was a catalyst for democratic
change teaches Media and Democratization in Hungary.
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Top: Miklós Haraszti
(bottom right) in an undated photo of the editors of
Beszélo"
Above: The author with Professor Haraszti
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by Devi Rao
Hungarian student of philosophy is expelled from university
in 1973 for his refusal to conform to the dictates of the Communist
government. This young socialist, poet, and political songwriter
then goes to work for a year in a factory and writes a book
about his experiences and observations. He submits a copy of
this revealing book about the plight of the worker to a publisher
and gives a few copies to his friends. These scarce copies
begin to travel through certain “dissident” circles in Budapest.
The young writer is labeled a subversive and is arrested; samizdat,
or self-published material, is not allowed by the regime. At
his trial, many testify on his behalf, but none so eloquently
as himself. Reporters fill the courtroom and his trial becomes
international news. In the end he is only admonished by the
court, which is afraid that sentencing the charismatic man
would turn him into a martyr for other dissidents and subversives.
This is the story of Miklós Haraszti, political activist,
sociologist, former politician, and EAP professor. Back in
California, I was used to taking classes from professors at
the top of their field. But they always seemed to me inaccessible;
the closest I ever got to them was the third or fourth row
of a huge lecture hall. However, in Budapest, things were different.
I found myself sitting in a classroom not much larger than
my freshman dorm room, with a nationally renowned professor
who called on me by name. And so, twice a week, I learned about
Media and Democratization from a brilliant man who not only
was an expert on the subject, but also had been a catalyst
himself in Hungary’s democratization process. It was like having
Paul Revere teaching a class about the American Revolution.
It was like having Paul Revere teaching a class
about the American Revolution.
Haraszti is modest and personable,
and it was easy to forget to be intimidated by his intelligence
and personal history.
He told us jokes about socialism and certain Russian governmental
personalities. Later I would learn that he had helped construct
the media laws in Hungary’s new democratic constitution.
Sometimes he would snack on a pastry during class, and then
I’d read
that he once went on a hunger strike in jail and was force-fed.
Haraszti has made history and is still continuing to make
it.
I went to a samizdat exhibition, which included underground
music, art, literature, and political writing across Communist
Eastern Europe. I looked at the exhibition leaflet in my hand
only to see Haraszti’s name and a picture of one of his books.
In the museum, I looked at a large black and white photograph
of the editors of Beszélo", Hungary’s journal of democratic
opposition during state socialism. And in the picture I saw
peering out at me the same dark, quick eyes of my inspiring
professor. They are the eyes of a man who will always be fighting.
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