Karl Marx’ hypocrisy

Nowhere was Marx’s hypocrisy more evident than in his personal life. The champion of the working class knew well only one working class person: Helen Demuth, the maid who worked for his family. Marx, who railed against the exploitation of the workers, exploited his only worker both financially and sexually. In the forty-five years Helen worked for the Marx family, he never paid her a penny. She received only room and board, which for several years was as meager for her as for Marx’s unfortunate wife and children. In 1849-50, while the family plus servant were living in a two-room flat, Marx started an intimate relationship with Helen and got her pregnant. He refused to admit that the child, a son named Freddy, was his, and had him put out as a foster child. As Freddy grew up, he was permitted to visit his mother in the Marx’s kitchen, but was forbidden to use the front door. The man who claimed compassion for millions of oppressed workers never spoke a word to his own working class son.


Like many self-appointed intellectuals he ‘loved humanity’ not humans. He loved the masses in the abstract not particular people.


One Response to “Karl Marx’ hypocrisy”

  1. Joyce Clemons Says:

    He didn’t even like “intellectuals” (whom he called “literati”) , let alone anyone from the “underclass”. It’s hard to say how he classified himself in society, socioeconomically or otherwise. I have read that he was just about as filthy, slovenly, and parasitic a person as one might ask for…not that one would ask.

    In The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Napoleon (1852), Marx gives this description of the lumpenproletariat:
    “Alongside decayed roués with dubious means of subsistence and of dubious origin, alongside ruined and adventurous offshoots of the bourgeoisie, were vagabonds, discharged soldiers, discharged jailbirds, escaped galley slaves, swindlers, mountebanks, lazzaroni, pickpockets, tricksters, gamblers, maquereaux [pimps], brothel keepers, porters, literati, organ grinders, ragpickers, knife grinders, tinkers, beggars — in short, the whole indefinite, disintegrated mass, thrown hither and thither, which the French call la bohème.”

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