#gracchus babeuf

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A little bit of Equals🥺

Translation: im reaching for a kiss after explaining to you for 3 hours how good communism is

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it's always been there

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Revolutionaries making last recommendations for their children compilation

I see, my dear Félicité, that my last hour has arrived. It is today, if I’m not mistaken, that we are going to be judged. Perhaps I will suffer the misfortune of not getting to see you, nevertheless I’m doing all I can for it. If this goodness is refused to me, handle this blow with courage. You owe our children that. Live for them, keep some of my letters, so that you can show them to them one day. Then they shall say: See here the handwriting of a father who loved us, and who loved the public sake even more, because he sacrificed himself and was sacrificed for it. Brissot to his wife, October 30 1793. Their children Félix, Sylvain and Anacharsis were 9, 7 and 2 years old by the time of their father’s execution on October 31 1793.

Courage makes it easy to bear the ills that are our own, but a mother's heart is hard to calm over the fate of a child from whom she feels herself torn. If misfortune imprints a sacred character, let it preserve my dear Eudora, I will not speak of pains similar to those I experience, but of dangers infinitely more formidable in my eyes! May she preserve her innocence, and may she succeed one day in fulfilling, in peace and obscurity, the touching duty of wife and mother. She needs to prepare for it by leading an active and orderly life, and to add to her taste for the duties of her sex some talents whose exercise she may find necessary. I know that she has the means for this with you. You have a son, and I dare not tell you that this idea has troubled me; but you also have a daughter, and then I felt reassured. That’s enough said to a sensitive soul, to a mother, and to a person such as I suppose you to be. My condition produces strong affections; it does not allow for long expressions. Please accept my best wishes and my gratitude. Manon Roland in a letter to ”the person in charge of my daughter” (later identified as one Madame Godefroid) on November 7 1793. Eudora Roland was 11,5 years old at the time of her mother’s execution and father’s suicide in November 1793. A month earlier, October 8 1793, Manon had also written a letter adressed to Eudora herself, where she tells her to remember and be worthy of her parents.

Republican woman, preserve your character, your courage. You know the purity of my patriotism. I shall preserve the same character until death. Raise my son in Republican principles. You cannot manage the printing press alone, so dismiss the workers. Hail to the Marat citizenesses! Hail to the Republicans! I leave you my memory and my virtues. Marat has taught me to suffer. Momoro’s last letter to his wife, cited in Antoine Francois Momoro: "First Printer of National Liberty", 1756-1794 (2015) by Grace Phelan. Credit to @nesiacha for discovering it!

My Lucile! My good Loulou! My hen from Cachant, I beg you, do not stay on the branch, do not call me by your cries, they would tear me from the depth of my grave. Go and care for your little one, live for my Horace, speak of me with him. Tell him what he will not be able to understand, that I would have loved him much! Desmoulins in his last letter to his wife, April 1 1794. Their son Horace was 1,5 years old at the time of his parents’ executions in April 1794.

Porcia and Cornélie must be your models, as I have always invoked the soul of Brutus and that of Cato. I leave with you a precious stem, worthy of the Republic; you owe yourself entirely to the education of this interesting being. Communicate to him your soul and mine; the examples of his father will lead him to virtue. When he is old enough to be able to rise to sublime ideas, fill him with the feeling of the Supreme Being and the immortality of the soul. This consoling dogma is the only refuge of withered and oppressed freedom. I hope that the Republic will then be well established; for I believe it to be imperishable, despite all the horrors with which it is defiled. Let him content himself with saying: My father contributed with all his being to cement the happiness of his fellow men. But no resentment or revenge against my oppressors; will they not be punished enough by their remorse?  Philippeaux in his last letter to his wife, April 4 1794. Their son Auguste was 6,5 years old at the time of his father’s execution on April 5 1794.

i find myself in the most cruel situation imaginable. I throw myself into the arms of Providence, I don’t have hope that it will save me. I embrace you a thousand times my dearest wife;  I embrace my son; my last wishes are for you; that he remembers his father.  Pétion in his last letter to his wife (letter undated). Their son Louis Étienne Jérôme was 10,5 years old at the time of his father’s suicide in late June 1794. Pétion also wrote an entire epistle dedicated to his son, where he gives him some fatherly advice and tells him to avenge him.

When you receive this letter, my good friend, I will live only in the memory of those who love me. What a burden I leave you, three children, and nothing to help raise them! However, it is one of my consolations to think that you will want to live well because of your innocent family. My friend, I know your sensitivity, I like to believe that you will give bitter tears to the memory of a man who wanted to make you happy, who made his main pleasure the education of his two sons and his beloved daughter; but, could you neglect to think that your second thought belongs to them? They can at least, by their innocent caresses, take the place of those that I can no longer give you. […] My friend, contain your sorrows, and inspire in my children only modest virtues; it is so difficult to do good for one's country! […] Kiss my children, love them, raise them; console yourself, console my mother, my family. Farewell! Farewell forever. Salle in his last letter to his wife, June 18 1794. I have been unable to discover how old his three children were at the time of his execution on June 19.

I immediately abandoned the coach to run to my husband; all three of us walked in the direction of the Hôtel de Ville. On the way he exhorted me to return home, made me a thousand recommendations on the subject of our son, prayed me not to make him hate his father’s assassins: “Nourish him with your milk,” he said; “inspire him with the love of his homeland; tell him that his father died for it; farewell, my Élisabeth, farewell!” Then I had to separate from him. His last words to me were: “Live for our dear son; inspire him with noble sentiments, you are worthy of them. Farewell, farewell!” And I never saw him again… Memoirs of Élisabeth Le Bas (written in the 1840s). Their son Philippe was six weeks old at the time of his father’s suicide on July 28 1794.

You would surprise me greatly if misfortune had not yet enlarged your soul. What does the fate that awaits me matter, provided that I know how to honor it by my firmness? Any feeling other than love of the homeland must be banished from our hearts at this moment; how many things you will have to tell one day to Pauline and to the child you have just brought into the world! Redouble your efforts to preserve yourself for them, and to transmit to them the sacred fire of virtue with which we are inflamed. Joseph Le Bon in a letter to his wife Élisabeth ”Mimie”, November 9 1794. Their children, Pauline and Émile, were 2 and 1 years old at the time of their father’s execution on October 10 1795.

If, contrary to what I foresee, you were to survive the terrible storm that right now rumbles in the republic and everything attached to it, if you can find yourself in a calm situation again, and find some friends to help you triumph over your bad fortune, then I recommend you to live truly united together, I recommend my wife to try to lead my children forward very gently, and I recommend my children to be deserving the goodness of their mother by respecting her and always being very obedient to her. It is suitable for the family of a martyr of liberty to give example of all virtues, in order to gain esteem and attachment from all good men. I desire that my wife does all that is possible to give her children an education, by engaging all her friends to aid her in everything that would also be possible for them for this goal. I invite Émile to lend himself to this wish of a father whom I believe to be well loved, and by whom he was so much loved: I invite him to lend himself to it without losing time and as soon as he can. My friends, I hope that you remember me, and that you talk about me often. i hope that you will believe that I have loved you a lot. I don’t know of any other way of rendering you happy except through the common good. I failed, I sacrificed myself, it it for you that I die. Speak a lot about me to Camille, tell him a thousand times that I carried him tenderly in my heart. Say the same thing to Caïus, when he will be capable of understanding it. Gracchus Babeuf’s last letter to his wife and children. At the time of his execution on May 27 1797, his sons Robert ”Émile” was 11,5 years old, Camille 7 years old and Caïus four months old.

[nesiacha]

French Revolutionary Women Imprisoned with Their Children

Félicité Brissot – Wife of Jacques-Pierre Brissot. She was imprisoned together with her youngest son, Anacharsis Brissot (born in 1791), who was arrested at the same time as his mother and detained with her until their release in February 1794.

Suzanne Pétion – Wife of Jérôme Pétion. She was imprisoned with her ten-year-old son. Initially placed under house arrest, they were later incarcerated together (first at Sainte-Pélagie, then at the Maison Desnos) for more than a year.

Élisabeth Le Bas Duplay – Wife of Philippe Le Bas. She was imprisoned with her infant son and detained with him from July to December 1794.

Élisabeth Le Bon – Wife of Joseph Le Bon. She was imprisoned with her one-year-old daughter, Pauline, and gave birth in prison to her son Émile. Both children therefore shared her detention in the prison at Arras.

Marie-Anne Victoire Babeuf (née Langlet) – After the attack on the rue Saint-Nicaise, she was imprisoned as part of the Jacobin repression (her imprisonment most likely began on 10 January 1800 and lasted at least until 31 January 1801). During this period, Émile was living in boarding school, and Camille was staying close to his brother, while Caius Babeuf, the youngest child, lived with his mother in prison.

Commentary

To be honest, I do not believe that the authorities deliberately targeted the children. Rather, their mothers, lacking any alternative, were forced to care for them themselves. Nevertheless, this situation remains extremely harsh, given the conditions of imprisonment at the time.

I have included Marie-Anne Babeuf because, even though the period of the French Revolution officially ended with 18 Brumaire, she herself was undeniably a woman of the French Revolution. Should I identify additional cases, I will mention them.

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Jasques-Réné Hébert and Gracchus Babeuf

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