Tuesday, 20 October 2020
Eugene V. Debs ( 5/ 11/1855 - 20/10 /26 ) - Working Class Hero
Friday, 16 October 2020
Turbulent Daze
Monday, 12 October 2020
Indigenous Resistance Day
As a counter to official celebrations of "Columbus Day" with indigenous people increasingly demanding their rights, in 1992 the United Nations declared October 12 as the International Day of Indigenous Peoples, ruining thereby the determination of Spain and other countries to call it International Day of America's Discovery, this was then followed by Venezuela which was the first country of the region to grant the demand under Hugo Chavez's administration, accepting their suggestion of “Day of Indigenous Resistance” in 2002. Chavez described the previous name “Day of Race” chosen by then President of Venezuela, Juan Vicente Gomez in 1921, as “discriminatory, racist and pejorative.”
Nicaragua and Daniel Ortega´s Sandinista government has been the only country going as far as Venezuela until now, also choosing the name “Day of Indigenous Resistance” in 2007.
With several exceptions, such as the conservative governments of Paraguay, Colombia and Honduras, for instance, many other countries of the continent have nevertheless changed the infamous name “Day of Race.”
It became the “Day of Respect for Cultural Diversity” in Argentina, after the failure of a legislative project in 2004 to change it to “Day of Resistance of Indigenous Peoples.” Argentina has more than 1,600 indigenous communities, and over a million Argentinian people who claim their indigenous identity according to the National Institution of Indigenous People.Yet the indigenous communities of Argentina organize counter-marches to protest against this name, recalling the damages caused by the conqueror Julio Argentino Roca to their ancestral lands at the end of the 19th century.
In Chile as well, where the Mapuche community are still fighting to claim their native lands in the fertile south of the country, the day was renamed even more weakly, “Day of the Encounter Between the Two Worlds” in 2000.
In Ecuador, President Rafael Correa changed the name to “Day of Inter-culturality and Pluri-nationality” in 2011. That same year in Bolivia, President Evo Morales, the first indigenous leader in South America, changed it to "Day of Mourning for the Misery, Diseases and Hunger Brought by the European Invasion of America." The diseases were indeed the main cause of the indigenous genocide, as the invaders brought viruses and bacterias the indigenous peoples were not immune to.
In El Salvador, social and indigenous organizations presented a legislative project before the parliament, for which the congresspeople of the governing Farabundo Marti Front (FMLN) expressed their support. In June 2014, the congress finally approved a constitutional reform recognizing the existence of indigenous peoples in the country. In 2016, Salvadorean and Uruguayan indigenous peoples began demanding a name change of their governments. The Charrua community of Uruguay for instance has made the demand since 2010, but has faced strong opposition by conservative sectors. In 2014, the National Assembly approved a legislative project, but only changed the name to “Day of Cultural Diversity.” The ruling party Broad Front (Frente Amplio) had pushed for the same name as in Venezuela and Nicaragua, but the legislative commission then chose to modify it.
Saturday, 10 October 2020
World Mental Health Day 2020 : Mental health for all.
We need to break the silence around mental health. These are issues that all of us should have some basic exposure to. The proportion of the population that will experience an episode of acute emotional distress is extremely high. Those of us who have never been depressed probably know and love several people who have.It should be no more shameful to say that one is suffering from mental illness , than to announce that one is asthmatic or has breast cancer. Talking about these issues is part of the solution. Breaking the silence can be liberating. Mental health care should be part of what we demand when we think about solutions to the economic crisis, we should keep fighting for the best mental health care to be the natural right of all designed to meet human needs. Until then, engaging in the struggle toward such a society can be a source of hope. That is a world surely worth fighting for.
If you need to talk to someone, the NHS mental health helpline page includes organisations you can call for help, such as Anxiety UK and Bipolar UK. or call The Samaritans on 116 123.Call your GP and ask for an emergency appointment Call NHS 111 (England) or NHS Direct (Wales) for out-of-hours to help .Contact your mental health crisis team if you have one
Thursday, 8 October 2020
Robb Johnson - Tony Skinner's Lad
Wednesday, 7 October 2020
Happy Birthday Joe Hill (7/10/1879 - 19/11/15) - The Man who never died
Today, October 7, 1879, Joe Hill was born, a Swedish immigrant, songwriter and organiser with the Industrial Workers of the World. Born as Joel Emmanuel Hagglund in Gevalia, Sweden, he emigrated to the United States in 1902, where he changed his name to Joseph Hillstrom. I make no apologies in writing about him again here, after all this was a man who became a myth. A myth on which many people across the globe continue to pin their hopes and dreams. Moving across America in search of work, leading an itinerant life, he ended up in New York, and together with people from the same background, people yearning for a new way of life, inspired by its revolutionary spirit he was to become a Wobbly and became a member of the revolutionary rank-and-file union the IWW ( The Industrial Workers of the World.) Members of the IWW, were especially active in the western United States, where they enjoyed considerable success in organising mistreated and exploited workers in the mining, logging and shipping industries.
Throughout his day Joe Hill was actively involved in many of the labor battles of the day, fighting in Mexico, with partisans against the dictator Ricardo Flores Magon and used his voice as a songwriter and cartoonist for the IWW, many of whose songs still sung today, including 'There is Power in the Union,' his memory still enduring and being kept alive. His songs and tunes urged workers to quit thinking of themselves as a dispirited crowd of immigrants, but through solidarity and organisation. People of all nationalities and differing languages would come together and sing Joe Hill's tunes together. Even if jailed for their protests, the workers would carry on singing his words until their release.The IWW included some of Hill's songs in the "Little Red Song Book." which the union began publishing in 1909.
In 1914 Joe Hill was accused of the murder of a Salt Lake Grocer and former policeman. He was suspected because he had suffered a gunshot wound on the same night. At his trial though not one witness was able to identify him as one of the murderers but he was convicted and sentenced to death anyway, The IWW argued that he had been framed and recent evidence unearthed, seems to back up this view, that he had been engaged in conflict somewhere else, while engaged in a fight over his love. Following an unsuccessful appeal and an international campaign calling for clemency, Joe Hill was executed by firing squad on November 19th, 1915, an innocent man condemned to death for his passion. Many historians have come to recognise it as one of the worst travesties of Justice in American history, after a trial that was riddled with biased rulings and suppression of important defence evidence and other violations of judicial procedure, which was characteristic of many cases involving labour radicals. Just prior to his execution, he had written to Bill Haywood the IWW leader, saying 'Goodbye Bill, I die like a true blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning. 'Organize!" This is still used as a motto by the IWW to this day (Don't mourn organise) .His last actual words were 'Fire!.' Joe then became a martyr to the cause of the working class struggle for social justice, and he became a larger-than-life symbol of the movement in America.
A guard reported that at about 10 pm Joe Hill handed him a poem, through the bars of his cell. It was his last will, which has since become a prized piece of poetry in the American Labour Movement.
Joe Hill's Last Will
My will is easy to decide
For there is nothing to divide
My kin don't need to fuss and moan
Moss does not cling to a rolling stone.
My body - Oh - If I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce
And let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would come to life and bloom again
This is my last and Final Will
Good luck to all of you,
-
Joe Hill's Last Will - Utah Phillips
Paul Robeson - Joe Hill
Saturday, 3 October 2020
The Continuing Relevance of Visionary Socialist, William Morris (24/3/1834 – 3/10/1896)
A Death Song - William Morris
What cometh here from west to east awending?
And who are these, the marchers stern and slow?
We bear the message that the rich are sending
Aback to those who bade them wake and know.
Not one, not one, nor thousands must they slay,
But one and all if they would dusk the day.
We asked them for a life of toilsome earning,
They bade us bide their leisure for our bread;
We craved to speak to tell our woeful learning:
We come back speechless, bearing back our dead.
Not one, not one, nor thousands must they slay,
But one and all if they would dusk the day.
They will not learn; they have no ears to hearken.
They turn their faces from the eyes of fate;
Their gay-lit halls shut out the skies that darken.
But, lo! this dead man knocking at the gate.
Not one, not one, nor thousands must they slay,
But one and all if they would dusk the day.
Here lies the sign that we shall break our prison;
Amidst the storm he won a prisoner's rest;
But in the cloudy dawn the sun arisen
Brings us our day of work to win the best.
Not one, not one, nor thousands must they slay,
But one and all if they would dusk the day.
Right up to his death on October 3, 1896 he was though still agitating
and arguing for a socialist movement that would change the world . He also embraced radical ideas of sexual freedom and
libertarianism. There is a strong libertarian temper in his writings and
being a close friend of Peter Kropotkin ( eminent anarchist at the
time) was well aware of the anarchist case against government and
political authority.
His texts such as Useful Work Versus Useless Toil bristle with truths still
relevant today. Arguing that only a classless society could eliminate
the exploitation and waste of human creativity and of the world’s
resources, he exclaimed: “No-one would make plush breeches when there
are no flunkeys to wear them!”
In 1885 he bought out his Chants for Socialism and in his novel News from Nowhere (1890)
he recorded his own idiosyncratic vision after the abolition of
classes. In it he envisages a society of equality and freedom and, confirmed Morris's belief in the
potential of human beings to transform society, and in the process
transform themselves. It is the account of a dream in which a socialist
future appears in the present. It is a future without oppression,
violence and drudgery. Human beings are free to enjoy their own
creativity, and to 'delight in the life of the world'. But such freedom
had to be fought for:
'"Tell me one thing if you can," said I. "Did the change come peacefully?' "Peacefully?" said he, "What peace was there amongst those poor confused wretches of the nineteenth century? It was war from beginning to end: bitter war, till hope and pleasure put an end to it..."'
Such a
vision - a rational grounded utopia , apparently so distant to us - is
precisely what is needed for us today.
An interesting passionate and varied life, he hated the age he
lived, its commerce, its poverty, its industry, but most of all he hated
its individualistic, selfish system of values. At the end of his life
he explained:.
Today Morris's ideas are woven into our lives , sung upon our souls, and etched into our minds, he remains a hero to socialists, communists and even anarchists who continue to strive for a new society.Morris's efforts to conserve the natural environment and to protect our architectural heritage are being carried on by people who are members of the same groups he helped to found and supported..He saw the true source of oppression as capitalism which had to be abolished before all the resources could be used with creative freedom :
"The study of history and the love and practice of art forced me
into a hatred of the civilisation which, if things were to stop as they
are would turn history into inconsequent nonsense, and make art a
collection of the curiosities of the past." - William Morris
All for the Cause - William Morris (from Chants for Socialists)
Hear a word, a word in season, for the day is drawing nigh,
When the Cause shall call upon us, some to live, and some to die!
He that dies shall not die lonely, many an one hath gone before;
He that lives shall bear no burden heavier that the life they bore.
Nothing ancient is their story, e’en but yesterday they bled,
Youngest they of earth’s beloved, last of all the valiant dead.
E’en the tidings we are telling was the tale they had to tell,
E’en the hope that our hearts cherish, was the hope for which they fell.
In the grave where tyrants thrust them, lies their labour and their pain,
But undying from their sorrow springeth up the hope again.
Mourn not therefore, nor lament it, that the world outlives their life;
Voice and vision yet they give us, making strong our hands for strife.
Some had name, and fame, and honour, learn’d they were, and wise and strong
Some were nameless, poor, unlettered, weak in all but grief and wrong.
Named and nameless all live in us; one and all they lead us yet
Every pain to count for nothing, every sorrow to forget.
Hearken how they cry, “O happy, happy ye that ye were born
In the sad slow night’s departing, in the rising of the morn.
“Fair the crown the Cause hath for you, well to die or well to live
Through the battle, through the tangle, peace to gain or peace to give.”
Ah, it may be! Oft meseemeth, in the days that yet shall be,
When no slave of gold abideth ’twixt the breadth of sea to sea,
Oft, when men and maids are merry, ere the sunlight leaves the earth,
And they bless the day beloved, all too short for all their mirth,
Some shall pause awhile and ponder on the bitter days of old,
Ere the toil of strife and battle overthrew the curse of gold;
Then ’twixt lips of loved and lover solemn thoughts of us shall rise;
We who once were fools and dreamers, then shall be the brave and wise.
There amidst the world new-builded shall our earthly deeds abide,
Though our names be all forgotten, and the tale of how we died.
Life or death then, who shall heed it, what we gain or what we lose?
Fair flies life amid the struggle, and the Cause for each shall choose.
Hear a word, a word in season , for the day is drawing nigh,
When the Cause shall call upon us, some to live, and some to die!
No Master
Saith man to man, We've heard and known
That we no master need
To live upon this earth, our own,
In fair and mainly deed,
The grief of slaves long passed away
For us hath forged the chain,
Till now each worker's patient day
Builds up the House of Pain.
And we, shall we too, crouch and quall.
Ashamed, afraid of strife,
And lest our lives untimely fail
Embrace the Death in Life?
Nay, cry aloud, and have no fear,
We few against the world;
Awake, arise! the hope we bear
Against the curse is hurled.
It grows and grows - are we the same,
The feeble hand, the few?
Or, what are these with eyes aflame,
and hands to deal and do?
This is the lost that bears the word,
NO MASTER HIGH OR LOW-
A lightning flame, a shearing sword,
A storm to overthrow.
"If others can see it as I have seen it, then it may be called a vision rather than a dream" - From, News from Nowhere, William Morris.
The following Socialist 10 Commandments inspired by William Morris remind us that the movement embraced a vision that was admirable, humane, and enlightened. Who could possibly object to such a vision?
Thursday, 1 October 2020
National Poetry Day: See It Like a Poet
Wednesday, 30 September 2020
International Translation Day 2020 : Finding the words for a world in crisis
Monday, 28 September 2020
James Berry (28 September 1924 – 20 June 2017) - Outsider
If you see me lost in neglected
woods, I'm no thief eyeing trees
to plunder their stability
or a moaner shouting at air:
it's that voices in me rule
firmer than my skills, and sometimes
among men my stubborn hurts
leave me like wild dogs.
If you see me lost on forbidding
wastelands, watching dry flowers
nod, or scraping a tunnel
in mountain rocks, I don't open
a trail back into time:
it's that a monotony
like the Sahara seals my enchantment.
If you see me lost on long
footpaths, I don't set traps
or map out arable acres:
it's that I must exhaust twigs
like limbs with water divining.
If you see me lost in my sparse
room, I don't ruminate
on prisoners and falsify
their jokes, and go on about
prisons having been perfected
like a common smokescreen of mind:
it's that I moved
my circle from ruins
and I search to remake it whole.