THE JUDGEMENT OF KARL MARX
by Peter Turton
A small congress hall illuminated by magnificent chandeliers. The walls and ceiling arebright red. A rostrum facing wooden benches made of antique mahogany. A door at theback and a door at the side. A handsome young man of somewhat androgynous featurescomes in through the back door. He is dressed like a dandy, rather in the style of the American writer Tom Wolfe, in a dazzling white suit and mauve tie, spats and expensivebrown shoes. Although slim, his back seems disproportionately bulky, as if he werecarrying something there beneath the shoulders of his jacket. His name is MICHAEL
addressing the side door
] You may enter now, Professor MARX.
Enter a Jewish-looking man with a large forehead and bushy beard. He is wearing a black suit
.KARL MARX [testily] Where am I and why was I brought here?MICHAEL. This is your big day, Karl. A symposium on your philosophy has beenarranged. We painted the walls red to make you feel at home. The most important of the practitioners of Marxism will be brought before you and you can question them about whythey did what they did in your name. We want to find out exactly where you and they wentwrong.2