Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Lost Revolution

(A review of sorts)
Part I, a prologue, sort of, kind of...

(Man I wish I knew enough photo shop to put a Che beard on that guy)


It's about time I put out a real post and short of posting my piece on Pride, and Prejudice, and Zombies (which was fucking spectacular by the way), the next up on the list would be The Lost Revolution.

I read this book in two and half days. Being unemployed helped. Certainly CLR and SS have had some solid reviews. Update-SS has now gone overboard and set an impossibly high standard for discussion of this book. It won't stop me from lowering the level of that debate with this post, but...

I must admit that I was surprised when people started referring to this book as less special interest than Swan's book. Perhaps it's my removal from Ireland, or even lack of association with "Irish" America (whom I avoid as if they were lepers) but this book was no more mainstream (to me) than say Robert White's book on O'Bradaigh or Desmond Greaves book on Liam Mellows. All subjects have played roles of some importance and have been largely overlooked as people write umpteen different books on ground that has been ploughed multiple times before. I mean Gerry Adams may be an interesting figure but there are only so many books that I can handle that want to explain him and his machinations. And so while I will someday be buying Henry MacDonald's explanation of why Gerry and his cohorts are bad, bad men you all must excuse me for if I haven't busted my bank account keeping up with such musings.

Which brings us to the analysis versus narrative debate which while not really a debate is interesting none the less. I think one of the reasons why Sean Swan's book has dovetailed so nicely into Hanley's & Millar's is that it's focus on a specific period allowed it to go a little deeper on certain things. From reading Hanley and Millar's contributions on CLR and other places it is quite clear that the six hundred plus pages was most definitely a very abridged edition and that there could conceivably be multiple books produced with information gathered from the party documents they reviewed and the interviews they did. I do feel this last sentence should be actively vocalized as the sales and buzz around this book indicate a more than receptive audience. And as the authors have said, even they don't agree when it comes to the analysis part so how could they craft one for their audience? TLR strikes me as being similar Bell's The Secret Army, the "first" light shone upon a subject which had been left in a dark corner collecting dust. It will require much more analysis over time. I put the "first" in quotes because I really enjoyed Sean Swan's book and would say that the two books compliment each very well. Indeed I think that some of Swan's analysis is essential when reading the "simple" narrative in TLR. In retrospect it is also odd and somewhat disappointing that Swan's book didn't make bigger waves in the blogosphere.

As Brian Hanley pointed out over at SS on one of his latest posts about TLR, bloggers for the most part have done a much better job reviewing TLR than mainstream media. I feel that this book has for the most part brought out the best in bloggers and highlighted much about what is right with the blogosphere. That is intelligent, articulate people from all over the world discussing, debating, in a cordial manner that does put the media personalities to shame. It's also the reason why read blogs. Because lets be frank, I work construction here in Denver. I have a ten month old baby boy and I help organize with an anti-capitalist union (that's not nearly as exciting as one would think) while trying to maintain my standing within my regular trade union and doing all the things good 'ole boys do. The only people who will even put up with my ramblings are my wife and my brother. And I've had to draw them both diagrams crudely illustrating the various splits within the Republican movement (the one for my brother was drawn on a bar napkin). So one can appreciate that when I want to dive deep into this subject the blogosphere is really about it for me. And the discussions around this book make me feel very satisfied with that world for the time being.

One might wonder why I'm already three paragraph (plus) into this post and haven't even broached the WP yet. Even on many of the online reviews there seems to be the tendency to say, "my take on TLR...[insert positive/negative editorial about the WP]" with minimal reference to the book itself. Which is why having taken note of the that precedent I'm trying to layout my reaction to the book, its release and the buzz before I give my opinion on the Officials. This is also a "review" that will go up in pieces as I'm trying to pull together multiple disparate threads into one cogent narrative.

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Who's a Republican? (yes the "ubli" is typed in white)


Certainly one of the major ideological sticking points in the Republican debate is being to claim Tone and being his true standard bearer. Everyone on the republican spectrum claims it, even the SLDP with people like El Blogador now claiming that they are the true Republicans. Probably the only other thing that everyone from the WP, FF, Sinn Fein eile (thank you very much splintered), SDLP not to mention the IRSPs, Eirigi, 32csm, and Micheal McDowell can agree on (aside from the fact that they all know that they are Republican) is that PSF are not. This very much reminds me of the frustrations ran into by Western powers when they tried to assemble a unified grouping of Kosovars to bargain with during the crisis in the nineties. All of them wanted the same thing, but due to the longevity of the conflict could hardly get them around a table without them simply trading recriminations about who was a Serbian stooge. Not exactly the same thing but anyone familiar with that scenario can appreciate that sense of WTFness in regards to certain things present in Irish politics. It must also be readily acknowledged that of course the personal is political, and modern political issues are just as much about personal relationships as about ideology, perhaps even more so than most would like to admit.


But back to Tone. There are two issues here I wish to flush out. First, the "common name" debate for which I find Swan's book extremely informative on. Secondly is the role of the Defenders and "Defenderism", two overlapping but separate things and their long suffering as a poor cousin to "proper" republicanism and how that prejudice still exists today.


So let us turn to the "common name" myth, for thats what it is.

To subvert the tyranny of our execrable government, to break the connection with England, the never-failing source of all our political evils, and to assert the independence of my country, these were my objects. To unite the whole people of Ireland, to abolish the memory of past dissensions, and to substitute the common name of Irishman, in place of the denominations of Protestant, Catholic and Dissenter, these were my means.


Wolfe Tone

Let us be very frank on a few simple points. Means are not an end. As I've stated before, the means will affect the ends, but should not be confused with them. Secondly, this statement is a description of his tactics, not inherently a prescription for revolution in Ireland. Indeed almost every rising, rebellion, or attempted revolution has contravened this statement and it is only in the post '69 period that people start to get finicky about which acts of armed violence they support.

One of the my problems with people is that they take a fairly buffet style preference on whom they will and will not allow into the Republican family. So the Provos are out due to the fact that they committed sectarian acts and perpetuated sectarianism as a whole (or so the argument goes). And things like Kingsmill is presented as some hitherto unknown monstrosity in republican history, except for the fact that it wasn't unknown or unprecedented. The Belfast IRA circa 1919-1922 bombed tram lines carrying Protestant workers to the ship yards for exactly that reason, they were carrying Protestant workers. The Tan war IRA and the post treaty IRA carried out multiple attacks on Protestants in Cork (Malcolm has been doing some good work on that, even if he does ruin it by bringing in Harris and WBS started a thread on it as well). The "bhoys of Wexford" of course had Scullabogue.

In these instances it is much easier to pin the blame on "Defenderesque" elements than to admit that such actions are part and parcel of the republican enterprise. And this bothers me, not only because it attempts to shift blame, but also to rewrite history. Namely that Defenders were the flip side of the coin to Orangism until the UI came along and reformed them of their backwards, reactionary antics so that they could come along and be good little foot soldiers for the UI and the Republic.

There can be no doubt that the Defenders were sectarian, but Swan makes an important distinction in kinds of sectarianism, "functional" and "intentional",

"There is a profound difference in comprehension as to what constituted 'sectarianism'. There is intentional sectarianism and functional sectarianism. The former constitutes bigotry, the latter arises when an organization or group is composed, even if unintentionally, almost exclusively of members of only one sect."

I think this is an important point to remember, and one that I'll be applying in retrospect (Swan was referring to Bernadette Devlin's election campaign). There were of course Protestant Defenders both from the UI and independently. And Tom Dunne makes the point in his book Rebellions...,

"Modern work...often accuses scholars of patronizing the poor by assuming that they had no politics. It seems equally patronizing , however to assume that the only way the poor could be politicized was by the elite ideologies from France...The colonial land, religious, and political settlements of the seventeenth century were deeply sectarian, and the Gaelic/Catholic response to them inescapably so also"

To me, the Defenders for all their shortcomings represent an indigenous republicanism in a way that the UI did not. It may also help to explain why "defenderism" so often identified as "gut catholic nationalism" has survived and resurfaced time and time again. Perhaps it is not that Defenderism represented a "truer" republicanism, but one for a group (ie Irish Catholics, especially the rural/working class) that had no where else to go so we see places where "gut Catholic nationalism" has resurfaced in the South throughout history in places there was little need for "Catholic Defenders". And that is indeed my point. Far too often that is how Defenders and Defenderism are referred to, in a literal and dismissive way of a sectarianized agrarian secret society as opposed to a mass political movement that was crucial in politicizing the "men of no property" in pursuit of an Irish nation. There is little use in lamenting the fact that Irish Catholics while more than willing to incorporate republicanism/nationalism (again, this was in the time of empire) into their identity, they were unwilling or unable to wipe the slate clean so to speak about their previous identities up to that point when Tone and the UI came down from on high and provided them with their new identities as "Irish".


This is something that brings us back to modern day and the WP in particular. The idea that socialism will wipe the slate clean of sectarianism and Catholic and Protestant workers will come together, united in their new found socialist beliefs. The problem is that just like every other belief system out there, there has to be frame of reference for it to have any meaning. There's a section in the book The Troubles in Ballybogoin where the workers from the glass plant are on strike and the union officials come out to talk to them. They give them the pep talk and tell these rural, largely nationalist workforce with a grouping of militant republicans that they must have fortitude and faith just as the doughboys from Ulster had faith when they "went over the top" at the Somme. While possibly done with the best of intentions this example shows just how far apart the frames of reference are for the various elements of the working class in NI. So to cite socialism as a way of overcoming sectarianism is to either ignore history or have a blind spot to a millenial streak a mile wide, which most socialists would scoff at in any other belief system.

One may reasonably ask why they are subjected to multiple paragraphs exploring the relationship between the Defenders and the UI when this is supposed to be a review about an book on the WP/OIRA? The answer is that I think that it's crucial to establish the fact that Tone while the "father" is far from a singularly agreeable starting point. And the ambiguity surrounding the Tone as "father" to Irish Republicanism while agreed upon in academic work has largely escaped the political discourse. I aim to rectify that. Republicanism both in its rudimentary form (which would include Enda and Micheal McDowell) and its contextualized form (WP/OIRA, SF/PIRA, IRSP,INLA, RSF/CIRA etc. etc.) is far more complex than most would give it credit for. Perhaps this the inevitable result of splits which cut so deeply that to acknowledge the fact that there is indeed ambiguity and contradiction in all positions is a bridge too far.

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Next on the list, Socialism and history.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

RISE, Magyar! is the country's call!
The time has come, say one and all:
Shall we be slaves, shall we be free?
This is the question, now agree!
For by the Magyar's God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke
No more to bear!

Opening stanza of Sandor Petofi's "National Song"

I thought about marking the beginning of the uprising a couple weeks ago, but seeing as how today was the beginning of the end (the second Russian assault on Hungary) it seemed more appropriate for this to be the day to mark. For her birthday this year I got my wife a illustrated book of essays about the revolution and the aftermath. The cover of the book and my favorite photograph is of a man in the smashed storefront of a Soviet bookstore. As Soviet propaganda is burning in the street he recites Sandor Petofi's "National Song".

The uprising or revolution or whatever you call it was a muttled affair at the time and has not become any clearer within the shrouds of history. So I'll keep it short and leave the last word with the resistance fighters themselves.

"We shall drag the blood soaked Hungarian mud on to the carpets of your drawing rooms.

In vain do you take us into your homes-we still remain homeless. In vain do you dress us in new clothes-we remain in rags. From now on a hundred thousand question marks confront you.

If you wish to live in the illusion of a false peace do not heed us. In our streets there are still cobblestones from which to build barricades. From our woods we can still get stout sticks. We still have clear consciences with which to face the guns.

But if you will heed us, listen. And at long last understand. We not only want to bear witness to the sufferings of the Hungarian people in their fight for freedom. We want to draw the attention of all the people to the simple truth that freedom can only be achieved through struggle.

Peace is not simply the absence of war. No people have longed more passionately for peace than we. But it must not be the peace quiescence. This involves complicity in oppression. We promise the world that we shall remain the apostles of freedom.

All workers, socialists, even communists, must at last understand that a bureaucratic state has nothing to do with Socialism"

Nemzetor. January 15, 1957

(as Malcolm notes the correct date to be marked is the 4th of November, but I put it up last night instead)

Thursday, September 10, 2009

That was quick*

Well my unemployment came and went within two weeks. I took the first week off, worked on the house, went fishing and even once slept in until 9:30am, drank coffee until noon and then switched to beer. I couldn't do that one often but that was a nice change of pace after getting up at 4:00am for years. After one week I couldn't put my friend/old foreman off any longer and I had to go to work for him doing non-union insurance jobs. I worked for a whopping two days before my union superintendent called me back to the job I got laid off from. As Vonnegut said, "so it goes"...

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* The only thing I've ever seen that's been more ironic than this post was a myspace posting by a friend who posted a fake piece on being pregnant only to actually get prenant shortly thereafter. I started this post last night and was laid off today after only being back to work for three weeks. The super was decent about and at least was honest. He explained that my work and attitude were great but that other guys had seniority and they had to take care of them first. What happened was that another job had been postponed for a redesign. Now they had fifteen or so foremen and badass carpenters hanging on by a thread and pushing brooms across decks that had been cleaned multiple times before just waiting for the other building to start. When this didn't happen they laid off some really good hands and transferred others over to our job. So my old foreman got my job and my new foreman apologized and was genuinely a decent fella about it all. It helped him that I saw it coming and took it all in stride. Such is life right now. I see this period of "unemployment" lasting a little longer than the last one. I'm comforting myself with some country music and Budweiser, but mainly consoling myself with the fact that I got laid off with some guys who truly were great concrete hands and who to be honest could smoke me doing this shit.

I suppose I'll split my time between finishing some things around the house (believe me when I say that there's years of work here), maybe go back to school and build some militant anti-capitalist unionism while I'm at it. Perhaps I'll post some more on that at some point in the near future but for now we'll leave well enough alone with a decent country song.


Friday, August 14, 2009

How Fucking Hard Is It To Get Fucking Laid Off In A Recession? Part II

Actually really easy, as it happens. I knew it long before it happened, construction workers are worse than a sewing circle when it comes to gossip. Not only that but one only had to look around to see that there were too many carpenters and not enough work to go around. So they fished us out to other jobs where there was no work and then laid us off in small groups as opposed to one big one. I sometimes think that I should be grateful for the extra two and half days, which I am, but I am also annoyed at the habit of fishing guys out just to lay them off. Personally I'm happy to be laid off. This last weekend I thought about it alot and the fact that I hadn't been laid off since I came back to work when I was 22. There was the temptation to be pissed and just show up for my last job (which was interior work) with my concrete harness and bags on. In the end I went and bought a new tool belt and leather suspenders (occidentals, fuckin' sweet). I knew I was getting laid off, but I wanted to go out like I came in, with my head held high and giving them the best I had. Fuck them, that was for me.

There can be no question that there has been both in terms of quantity and quality, something lagging for quite some time from this blog and even from my comments on other blogs. I remember back to when I was 21 and working on my first dam. I worked with a Texan named Rex who was also an apprentice at the age of 56. For the majority of his life he had worked in factories in Texas. We carpooled together about an hour each way everyday. I asked him one day why was a man who should be looking at retirement eyeing a new career, in construction of all fields. I don't remember why he chose construction but I will always remember what he said in terms of why he left the factory. He said something about the fact that in the factory he felt like an onion where everyday they took another layer off him. He felt that they would just keep taking until there was nothing left and then simply throw him away. So he fled while there were still a few layers left. I don't think I've ever respected a man so much just for running away.

These last few months I've felt like that proverbial onion. So while I've never been unemployed I think I can manage, we'll see.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Don't Wait by the Phone

I was recently sent an email about joining twitter. For obvious reasons I declined this invite, but let me take a quick moment to reflect on this. My life is boring, I don't even care what I'm doing most of the time and when I do care it's not anyone elses business as to what I'm doing. Every so often and now less than ever I get a hair up my ass and write a post for this blog. So just in case anyone was ever wondering what I get up to I thought I would post a normal day for me twitter style.

3:30am Baby cries, I'm tired

4:00am Alarm goes off, I hit snooze, still tired, everything aches

4:05am Alarm goes off again, I loathe humanity

4:10-4:30am Take shower, get coffee, I still loathe humanity and my job

4:30-5:00am Read book, right now The Serbs (h/t chekov) or Blood and Soil

5:00-5:30am Get dressed, eat breakfast, now either cereal or grits, miss days when my wife used to make steak and eggs for breakfast (yes, on weekdays!)

5:45am Leave for work, smoke cigar

6:00isham Arrive at work, finish cigar

6:00-6:30am Read book in car, right now Official Irish Republicanism, 1962-1972

6:30-6:45am Bullshit with guys from my old crew in the parking lot, complain about work

7:00am Start work, parking structure for Botanical Garden

9:30-9:45am Take break, Hungarian salami, cheese, and triscuits dipped in coffee

12:00-12:30 Take lunch

5:30pm Get off work, smoke cigar

6:15 pm Get home, kiss wife, do dishes, stare at my kid and marvel

6:30-7:00pm Eat dinner

7:30pm Put baby to bed

7:30-8:30pm Read books, blogs, socialize with wife, ie actually behave like a human being

8:30-9:30ish Go to bed, renew vow to abolish wage slavery...someday

Repeat six days a week except add a six pack of Budweiser on the sixth day and that's my life. Nothing to phone home about, let alone twit.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Study reveals that babies kill marital bliss



Well no shit, I wonder how much they had to pay to find that one out. I'm trying to get something real out soon, but it may just be a coronary coupled with an aneurysm, we'll see.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

How Fucking Hard Is It To Get Fucking Laid Off In A Recession?


First it was supposed to be Christmas, and lo and behold December 20th saw 75% of the crew laid off. Mid January came I was certain that once I told them I was taking a week off for my baby's birth that it was done for me. But nooooo, they said, don't worry about it we'll see you in a week. And then finally, finally, when they said that they were pulling the trailers and we were gone from the job I was sure that I would finally have my lay off. So when my senior superintendent called my foreman to send me into the rotunda to get my check I figured okay, a week early, but okay. And did that lousy bastard give me my second check*? Fuck no! He told they were transferring me up north to strip forms for a couple of months. Of all the nerve!!

Perhaps I should explain. My wife has one month left (roughly speaking) of maternity leave. With the economy in the state that it is and construction being particularly hard hit I assumed (with good reason) that we would all be laid off when the job was done but that there were other jobs coming up in the summer (hopefully). So I was hoping that I would get to spend awhile with my wife and baby son in the coming months/year (as long as my a unemployment lasted). I should note that this was an understatement for my wife who was estatic at the idea of not being cooped up all day with the baby. This put me in the very akward situation of probably being the only man ever, who was afraid to go home and tell his wife that he wasn't being laid off.


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* In construction we're paid once a week for the previous week. So the day you are laid off you're given a second check. Hence the saying, "give me two checks and a road map", "I never had a day where I couldn't use a second check" etc, etc.