John Maclean, born on this day in 1879, was a Scottish schoolteacher and revolutionary Marxist, sometimes referred to as "Scotland's Lenin". His Marxist evening-classes produced many of the activists who became instrumental in the Clyde revolts during and after WWI. MacLean was appointed both an Honorary President of the first Congress of Soviets and Soviet Consul to Scotland in recognition of his consistent socialist position on the imperialist war and his tireless work in support of the Bolshevik revolution.
Maclean's revolutionary politics were well-known, and in 1915, he was arrested under the Defence of the Realm Act and fired from his job as a primary school teacher. As a consequence, he became a full-time Marxist lecturer and organizer, educating other Glaswegian workers in Marxist theory.
Maclean supported Irish independence on an anti-imperialist basis, describing the Irish War of Independence as "The Irish fight for freedom" and even condoning the assassination of a magistrate, Alan Bell. He saw the war in Ireland as strengthening the Bolshevik revolution in Russia, arguing that "Irish Sinn Féiners, who make no profession of socialism or communism...are doing more to help Russia and the revolution than all we professed Marxian Bolsheviks in Britain".
MacLean was at odds with much of the British left and dismissive of the newly-formed Communist Party of Great Britain. He had already turned his back on economism and the syndicalism favoured by the Clyde Workers’ Committee, had recognised the nature of British imperialism and come to the conclusion that revolution could only come about through the destruction of the British Empire.
Maclean was also noted for his outspoken opposition to World War I, and, in 1918, he was arrested for sedition. During the trial, Maclean gave the now legendary "speech from the dock", expounding on his position. He was sentenced to five years' penal servitude, but was released after the November armistice.
In captivity, Maclean had been on hunger strike, and prolonged force-feeding had permanently affected his health. He collapsed during a speech and died of pneumonia, aged forty-four.
"I have taken up unconstitutional action at this time because of the abnormal circumstances and because precedent has been given by the British government. I am a socialist, and have been fighting and will fight for an absolute reconstruction of society for the benefit of all. I am proud of my conduct. I have squared my conduct with my intellect, and if everyone had done so this war would not have taken place...
...I appeal exclusively to [the working class] because they and they only can bring about the time when the whole world will be in one brotherhood, on a sound economic foundation. That, and that alone, can be the means of bringing about a re-organisation of society. That can only be obtained when the people of the world get the world, and retain the world." -
--John MacLean, from the "Dock Speech"
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The assassin known as The Chicken Nugget holds two smoking pistols in his hands. The room is full of corpses, faces frozen in rage and fear. The room is full of blood. The blood has sprayed his clothes and his face, it pools around his shoes. We hear his voiceover:
"Another night. Another job. Some might call me a monster. I just think of myself as a professional."
The camera sweeps around the room, showing the bodies. The Chicken Nugget puts his guns away in their concealed holsters. Voiceover:
"I know what it looks like, but don't feel too bad for these guys. They were into some dirty business: drugs... human trafficking... murder..."
The Chicken Nugget walks across the room, takes a mysterious USB drive from a table, pockets it. More voiceover:
"Not that I did this out of some sense of justice, mind you. Like I said, I'm a professional. And I get paid very well for my work."
He walks back to the door, wiping the blood on his shoes off on a welcome mat with "Our Happy Home!" printed on it. He opens the door and light pours into the room. He stands in the doorway, bathed in light. He turns to take one last look at the bodies.
"But on a night like this, even I'm on edge. This is a hard business, and it can even get to me."
The doorway closes, taking all light away from the bodies.
"There's one thing I need to do to take the edge off..."
We cut to McDonald's, with The Chicken Nugget in his cool sports car in the Drive Thru. A voice comes out of the order box:
"What can we get you?"
The Chicken Nugget: "Yeah, can I get, uh, a twenty piece McNuggets please? And can I get that with Sweet and Sour and Hot Mustard? And a large fries? And, uh... an Oreo Mcflurry, please. And a bottle of water."