Where there's tyranny, there's tyranny, not only in the gun barrel, not only in the prison cell, not only in the torture rooms . . . There is tyranny in the facial expression firmly set like iron bars, and in the stillborn tormented cry of pain within these bars.
These words of Hungarian Poet Gyula Illyes, written in 1950, were first published a year ago in Budapest when, for a moment, there was freedom. Last week on the first anniversary of the day the nation rose in revolt, Hungarians...
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