Showing posts with label radical book fair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label radical book fair. Show all posts

Thursday talks

It is the Radical Book Fair in Edinburgh this week. The RBF is free and run by the famous independent Edinburgh bookshop, Wordpower and this is the 13th year of fabulous speakers and varied topics that I wouldn’t come across anywhere else.

I trundled off to view a documentary about the Angry Brigade this afternoon. What follows is apologetically ignorant comments I’m afraid. I know virtually nothing about this part of radical history, mostly because I was too young to know about it in the 60’s and early 70’s. I’ve heard of some of the groups involved, but could not have named anyone in particular.

From the programme:
This BBC film by Gordon Carr, first released in 1973, documents the events surrounding Britain’s longest ever conspiracy trial, in which eight young anarchists were charged as members of the Angry Brigade. Carr did extensive research amongst police and anarchists and the interviews are intriguing. Also fascinating is the film’s historical footage. It records inside communes, massive demonstrations and other revolutionary events of the time.
The film began very well with a reasonably coherent outline of the history of anarchy in the UK, and Europe, tracing the movement back to Spanish anarchists who sacrificed much in their fight against Franco. However, I really needed to have more background for me to have properly followed the subsequent history of who did what and where. The links between the San Francisco hippies, the French student revolutionaries and the London anarchist movement was gone over too fast for me to really comprehend and I suppose if I was interested enough I’d read up on it all.


So I’m left analysing the film through the radical feminist lens. No women were interviewed in the film. Women who were involved in these movements and who went to jail were shockingly still referred to as ‘girls’. The only references to the women’s movement were spoken of sneeringly. In its defence, I believe the film was not an homage to the anarchist movement as it ended up praising the police for getting to grips with these types of movements.

Anyway, I remain aloof from ‘mainstream’ anarchy, particularly the extreme libertarian versions as they are dangerous to women rights and largely anathema to radical feminists. If you are feeling strong enough sometime just search for these types of websites and see how bloody-minded they are about radical feminism and their beliefs in censorship of women’s right to bodily autonomy.

On the other hand, I do respect people who have political convictions and who do try to make the world a better place and the section of the documentary where communes were discussed was good. The film makers obviously comprehended the aims of the communes in the way the children were treated and in the efforts to free women to become more actively involved and to break down the oppressive nuclear family structure. Of course, this didn’t work and the comment that the police on raiding the communes were horrified at the standard of hygiene in the communes raised a titter amongst the audience.
Here’s some boy writing about it all in the Observer.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/theobserver/2002/feb/03/features.magazine27

I then spent time and money at the vast bookstalls, before joining with some old pals at a talk on Irish women’s abortion rights. Hint – they have none!

From the programme:
What happens when women are denied the right to choose? Irish law on abortion is the most restrictive in Europe and every year, around 6,500 Irish women travel to the UK to have an abortion. In this oral history, the writer and feminist Ann Rossiter tells the story of the London-Irish women involved during the 1980s and 1990s in the Irish Women’s Abortion Support Group and the Irish Abortion Solidarity Campaign and presents a vivid and timely contribution to debates about the Irish feminist movement in Britain in the late twentieth century.
Ireland's Hidden Diaspora - The 'Abortion Trail' and the Making of a London-Irish Underground, 1980-2000, by Ann Rossiter


ISBN: 9780956178503

Moving, inspirational and enraging. Politicians of all stripes in London, Belfast and Dublin sell women’s humanity down the river decade after decade and we are almost powerless to change this.

Women always are forced to give of their energy, time, and resources to help each other and over the desperate right to control our own fertility this is endless.

We were given a timely reminder that what was won in 1967 can all be swept away if we are not vigilant. For me, the only benefit of not being independent is that the forces of womb-hatred in this country would pounce pretty quickly to remove our human rights over our fertility-control. This is one serious flaw in the SNP and which will always cost them the feminist vote unless they ruthlessly weed out their reactionary and usually religious (of all flavours) influencers. Obviously the SNP are not alone in being infiltrated by the anti-choice medievalists, as these creatures infest all parties.

Ann Rossiter and her ilk should be awarded Nobel prizes for services to womankind and for peace and economics and all other relevant categories rather than overpriviledged American males (admittedly BO has done a little to correct the damage done by his predecessor.)

I think it is safe to say bodily autonomy is one thing that gets me riled every time.

Non-Pythean Anarcho-syndicalist synchronicity

Edinburgh is such a wonderful place to live, well, some of the time.

In the past week I have had so many opportunities to attend discussions on racism, sexism, masculinities, early socialism and the Chavez revolution.

Today I went to the radical Book Fair to listen to Sheila Rowbotham talk on her latest book which is about Edward Carpenter, a campaigner on diverse issues including vegetarianism and women’s rights. Principally he is known for his work on adult education and to gay historians.
http://www.word-power.co.uk/viewEventList.php?category_id=1

He was often regarded as a British Walt Whitman, but his fame did not last, possibly because of his avoidance of joining in party politics and a socialist distancing of his sexuality. For example in the 1880’s he helped form a secret society to teach sex education, and he promoted along with Bob Muirhead, a contemporary socialist, ideas of a citizen’s income which today is only mentioned by the Green’s.

What I personally found curious is the occurrence of the concept which, in my Artists Way group we termed synchronicity. Sheila Rowbotham described Carpenter’s links with socialism, anarchy, Advanced Women, even anarcho-syndicalists.* The synchronicity took the form of the attendance at the talk following my reading of John Buchan’s Castle Gay in which there is a delicious description of a by-election in south west Scotland where the heroes attend the Communist rally and hear about the Anarchist's movement in Europe, (although Buchan seems to refer to Anarchists in the previous book in that series too) as well as the Bolsheviks.

In the normal course of my life, I rarely hear people talking about such far leftist groupings, so it is easy to forget that for substantial parts of the global population there is total rejection of the capitalist western belief systems.

The synchronicity persisted with my reflections on the current by-election in Glenrothes and how that was a place of radicalism as the voters in days past, returned communist representatives. I can only imagine the whirling in their graves of the old activists on hearing what has happened to those who once claimed affiliation with an internationalist sister/brotherhood.

But referring back to Castle Gay, the hero engages in conversation with an ardent voter who is looking forward to there being some heads broken between the various political factions, as this was the way that some Scotsmen did their politics at that time. (I am not sure when the story is set, but it is soon after the end of WW1, so women’s enfranchisement may not yet have been secured).

For my own views, I’d rather not have it come to head breaking next week at the poll. Maybe the Scots have calmed down in the last 90 years, or, unfortunately much more likely, have lost that edge which marked our national traits of radical political analysis and allegiances, to say nothing of our underlying sense of fairness and inclusive internationalist nationalism.

Oh yeah, and I began today by picking up the car I ordered last week.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2008/oct/22/women-highereducation-sheila-rowbotham-feminism
http://www.johnbuchansociety.co.uk/
*This was a learning point for me as previously I had only come across this term in the scene in Monty Python’s Holy Grail when King Arthur approaches the peasants who turn on him with blandishments about democracy claiming to be an anarchist syndicalist grouping. I had to investigate this, and found the website listed below. I will make time soon to look at this further.

http://www.syndicalist.org/


DENNIS: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.
ARTHUR: Yes.
DENNIS: But all the decision of that officer have to be ratified at a special biweekly meeting.
ARTHUR: Yes, I see.
DENNIS: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
WOMAN: Order, eh -- who does he think he is?
ARTHUR: I am your king!
WOMAN: Well, I didn't vote for you.
ARTHUR: You don't vote for kings.
WOMAN: Well, 'ow did you become king then?
ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake,
[angels sing]
her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur.
[singing stops]
That is why I am your king!
DENNIS: Listen -- strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.


http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/mphg/mphg.htm#Scene%204