Liberty Square

In central Budapest, near the parliament Building and the Hungarian National Museum, there’s a large square, Szabadság Tér, in English “Liberty Square.”  It is lined with beautiful buildings dating back as much as 120 years.  The most notable of them were put up late in the 19th century, when the square was created by the clearance of barracks built for Austrian troops, who had implemented Austrian rule of Hungary.  The clearance of the barracks was the first gesture of liberty.

Some of the buildings were intended for public use, such as the Stock Exchange and the Hungarian National Bank.  Others, also in the Secession style of the times, became large mansions for the well-to-do.  Various monuments celebrating freedom decorate the open spaces.  There’s an eternal flame commemorating the executed leader of an 1849 uprising

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Liberty Sqaure, Hungary, American Embassy with bollards

against the Austrians, an obelisk commemorating the Red Army soldiers who died in the siege that took Budapest from the Nazis in 1945, a statue to American General Harry Hill Bandholtz, who protected the Museum from Romanian looting, and a life-size bronze of Ronald Reagan, the American president when the Soviet reign in Eastern Europe came to an end, in walking stride on the sidewalk at one end of the square.   All these effectively symbolize the long up-and-down struggle of the Hungarians to create and maintain a free nation and civic society founded in liberty.

The square today has open places for walking, sitting, relaxation.  There’s a bar-café in the middle, and others around the edge, and there’s a modern fountain consisting of a square marble space lined with three or four bands of waterspouts, shooting up two or three feet from street level.  The entire place exudes a spirit of liberty, of openness, of a free, confident society.

Except for one building.  It’s another graceful late 19th century residence, but it has been transformed into an ugly, armed bastion contrary to the values symbolized by the Square’s name and monuments.  It is the American Embassy.

We were in Budapest last week.  We strolled through Liberty park on the way to the Parliament, we had a light lunch there on the way back, we said “hi” to the bronze Ronnie, and we completely missed the embassy.  When we went back along the same route days

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Front entry, U. S. Embassy, Budapest

later, we realized that what we thought was some Hungarian security system gone mad, or some remnant of the Soviet occupation, like the many grim, gray cement buildings in certain parts of town, was is fact the Embassy of the “Sweet Land of Liberty.”

It is on the eastern side of Liberty Square, where the street is now blocked by the permanent security installations that encroach onto the sidewalk of the park itself.  Those installations extend half a block on either side of the embassy itself, and loom to block the view of the beautiful building in which the Embassy is housed unless you crane your neck to see the upper stories.  There are bollards, of course, at narrowly spaced intervals.  There are hydraulic blocks that jut up out of what was once the street to block motor vehicles, heavy, large, powerful, with black and yellow stripes plus big red reflectors.  Beginning around the corner on the side street and extending along an inner perimeter inside the bollards is a steel fence that looks like closely-spaced prison bars, about ten feet high and rock-solid.  It’s as if Piano and Rogers had applied their inside-out design style to the State Pen.

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No photos!

That’s a pretty good metaphor, in fact.  America has taken its skilled diplomatic staff, its warmth, its political and social power, its services to Americans abroad (like us!), its Liberty, and imprisoned all those good qualities inside this formidable, hostile barricade.  A sort of reverse Checkpoint Charlie, the symbolic message seeming to be “don’t even think about trying to get in, or we’ll shoot you down.”

Of course there are two very clean, efficient guard houses, complete with frosted-glass versions of the American Seal, where I am sure you go, state your business (appointment probably required), and receive permission to enter.

As we strolled by I snapped a photo of one of these with my point-and-shoot tourist camera, and was immediately warned by a Hungarian guard not to take pictures.  An American citizen not allowed to take pictures of his own embassy in a public place!  Guess the guard didn’t know that we had to sort that out with the local DC Police just a couple of months ago.  At home, Liberty won.  In Hungary, I was not going to debate the point.  We’d been to the Museum of Terror at 60 Andrássy Út., the headquarters of both the Nazi and the Russian secret police.  Though there is now Liberty in Hungary I had no desire to se the inside of any kind of jail cell involuntarily.

Better to let it go.  But that attitude is the whole problem.  I understand the practical needs for security, even if we do get too intense and paranoid in its implementation.  Yet such defenses, such paranoia, are not the “price of Liberty.”  Every single compromise of Liberty in the name of security, safety, caution, “common sense,” is just that, a cost, a loss, a concession to authority, power, control.  The American Embassy sends the wrong message, a message of fear, paranoia, hostility, confrontation, intimidation, adversarial attitudes.  There must be a better way.

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3 thoughts on “Liberty Square

  1. I understand both perspectives. The U.S. Government has had to increasingly implement these types of security to protect their embassy and its personnel from attack, especially in regions where there is civil unrest or terrorist threat. While one could see this as paranoia or intimidation, it today’s threat environment it is unfortunately common sense.

    Also, regarding no photo policies, I know that there are more and more regulations against photography of infrastructure (e.g., bridges, security measures), including METRO. It is hard to have policies that distinguish intent unfortunately.

  2. It seems like a clear case of the pathetically paranoid locking themselves in a prison while everyone else goes free and wonders what their problem is. I mean, yes, the world can be unsafe. But what is the logical extreme? It’s kind of like the way we confine, strap down, and lock in small children at every turn when, actually, humans somehow survived the rigors of sitting in chairs, climbing trees, and even scaling structures more than knee-high with no special equipment until recently (and still do in many areas af the world! Probably areas that have open, friendly embassies…) With the embassy, it comes down to a decision. What are we willing to sacrifice to eliminate risk? What amount of risk are we willing to live with in order to truly live? To engage with peoples and communities outside our own? The compound in Budapest seems like a government-level manifestation of the isolationism that the Republicans like to call “patriotism”- everyone else is dangerous by definition, because they are not us. Any openness of trust would open us to all kinds of unimaginable risk. Media analysts have shown a deliberate campaign on the part of the Bush administration to use language and imagery to terrify the American public, in order to 1. gain support for military spending and the government support of private corporations who wanted defense contracts, and 2. gain support for reelecting Republican candidates out of a national fear and paranoia that was fed with deception and lies. That is where this embassy’s decor comes from, I would guess, rather than a justifiable reaction to actual threat. It’s a symptom of the insanity that we have learned to accept, and which is reinforced every time we engage in the theatrical airport security drama. Show me some statistics proving those embassy workers would be more likely to be hurt while working without all the excessive security in Budapest than while walking down the street in, say, Chicago.

  3. I live here. I’ve been to the embassy on business.

    I’m an American expat. I am here because I wasn’t feeling the liberty any more in AmeriKKKa. I have had my government act criminally toward me, intruding on my life and making things unsafe for me in America. I feared for my safety and left.

    There is a great sense of irony when looking at the Reagan statue, walking away from the Hungarian parliament building on his way to crush liberty itself from his fortified bunker, as if he is ignoring the will of humanity with his stupid grin.

    That is the America I’ve known. From the time I was born in 1963 until now, whatever that American glimmer of hope was has become a faded memory, in large part because of people like cowboy Ronnie.

    I think the square, in its current state, is a form of poetry. It certainly is a living history. What does the story tell you? I guess it depends on your perspective.

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