Der Eigene - History of The Journal

History of The Journal

The title of the journal, Der Eigene (The Own), refers to the classic anarchist work Der Einzige und sein Eigentum (1844) by Max Stirner. Early issues reflected the philosophy of Stirner, as well as other views on the politics of anarchism, but in the 1920s the journal shifted to support the liberal democracy of the Weimar Republic and more specifically the Social Democratic Party. Der Eigene interwove cultural, artistic, and political material, including lyric poetry, prose, political manifesto and nude photography.

The publisher of Der Eigene had to fight against German censorship. For example, in 1903 a published poem Die Freundschaft was the reason for a lawsuit against the magazine. The magazine won because the poem was written by Friedrich Schiller.

In 1933, when Adolf Hitler rose to power, Adolf Brand's house was searched and all the materials needed to produce the magazine were seized and given to Ernst Röhm.

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