Showing posts with label anthropology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anthropology. Show all posts

Wednesday, 23 September 2020

David Graeber (1961-2020): ethnographer, anthropologist and the study of everyday life

David Graeber (February 12, 1961 – September 2, 2020
David Graeber, anthropologist and anarchist author of bestselling books on bureaucracy and economics including Bullshit Jobs: A Theory and Debt: The First 5,000 Years, has died aged 59.
On Thursday Graeber’s wife, the artist and writer Nika Dubrovsky, announced on Twitter that Graeber had died in hospital in Venice the previous day. The cause of death is not yet known.
Renowned for his biting and incisive writing about bureaucracy, politics and capitalism, Graeber was a leading figure in the Occupy Wall Street movement and professor of anthropology at the London School of Economics (LSE) at the time of his death. His final book, The Dawn of Everything: a New History of Humanity, written with David Wengrow, will be published in autumn 2021.
THE GUARDIAN
Sian Cain
Thu 3 Sep 2020 16.18 BST
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AS an ethnomethodologist I immediately recognise the anthropological approach of David Graeber. For example in an essay he asks:
'If there’s a line to get on a crowded bus, do you wait your turn and refrain from elbowing your way past others even in the absence of police?'
IN the 1990s, members of our Ethnography group John Lee and a colleague at Manchester University did some research work on queuing in France and found that although people didn't queue in a line at metro stations in Paris etc. there was none the less a pattern with rules that could be applied without any formal enforcement. I notice that in Spain that people didn't form lines at stalls in the market place but when approaching a stall simply asked the question 'Quien es el ultimo?'. Once that was known it was not necessary to stand in a rigid line and one could freely chat and wait one's turn.*
In the UK there are regional differences and Northerners will, I think, notice a difference between people using the Underground in London and between folk waiting for the No.11 bus in say Chelsea. The Underground will seem a rougher experience for the first time user I think.
The Spanish experience will also vary according to where you are and what context: villages and small shops have slightly different customs. In Morocco, I noticed that people sleep in the bus stations over night before catching an early morning bus. Tickets were often not on sale in advance of the bus ariving because touts would buy them up and offer them for resale at a premium. And when the bus arrived at Rabat bus station a wrestling match would break out as to who could get to the front. When this happen once to me and I was forced to wait flexing my muscles I ostentatiously took off my jacket and handed it to my wife; whereupon an observant man selling the tickets quickly arranged that we got a seat on the next bus.
TIM HARFORD the 'Undercover Economist on the FT' has examined the problem of queuing thus:
Mathematicians reckon the odds are against you. If you choose a queue at random, there will be a line on either side of you, and thus a two-thirds chance that one will be faster.
Economists take a more sophisticated view. David Friedman, for instance, argues that the relevant discipline is financial market theory. Choosing the right queue is like picking the right portfolio of shares: if it were obvious which shares were good value, they wouldn’t be good value any more. If it were obvious which queue would be quickest, everyone would join it. Naive attempts to “beat the market” will fail.
Then there is “efficient market” theory – you can’t out-perform a random choice of shares because public information is immediately incorporated into share prices. In truth, most markets are not efficient and thus it is possible for an informed decision-maker to beat them. Even if supermarket queues were efficient, no queue would be a superior bet, because expert supermarket customers would quickly join any queue that was likely to be quicker.
More likely, queues are not efficient because few have much to gain from becoming expert queuers. Some have other considerations, such as minimising the distance walked, while others shop rarely, so the calculations are more trouble than they are worth.
And unlike the stock market, which a financial wizard can make more efficient by outweighing the foolish decisions of small traders, in the supermarket a single expert queuer has a limited effect on the distribution of queuing times.
I can advise you to steer clear of elderly ladies with vouchers, but more advice would be self-defeating. Too many of your rivals would read it.
First published at ft.com.
Many on the left, including some anarchists, would regard this focus on queuing as trivial. Yet the queue is central to most people's lives. In some cases in some countries it has led to riots.
Yet, Davd Graeber, the anarchist, has written: 'The truth is we probably can’t even imagine half the problems that will come up when we try to create a democratic society; still, we’re confident that, human ingenuity being what it is, such problems can always be solved, so long as it is in the spirit of our basic principles — which are, in the final analysis, simply the principles of fundamental human decency.'
* How NOT to Queue in Spain
If there was one thing that would set aside a Brit from say a Spaniard more than anything else it would probably be their attitude to queuing.
Whether a Brit examining the etiquette of queuing in Spain, or - worse still - a Brit berating a foreigner´s lack of understanding of queuing etiquette in the UK one thing is clear : Queuing etiquette is - or lack of it - is quite possibly the one thing that will drive a mild mannered granny into in a raving psychotic.
I was having a conversation on this subject with my intercambio language exchange partner the other day : What exactly is the etiquette with regards to queuing in Spain, and ditto with the UK ?
Juanjo explained to me that there wasn´t any etiquette when it came to queuing in general in Spain. In smaller Towns and Villages it may be considered polite to let the elder generation go first in certain circumstance, however, in shops it was usual practice to simply ask "¿ Quien es la Ultima ?" - which means " Who is last one [in the queue]? ".
It seem that this is time honoured tradition that has served generations of Spaniards perfectly well for generations, ensuring that the last person to enter a shop knows who the customer to be served in front of them is. That way everybody knows there place and is free to wander off or chat with friends etc...
The system only becomes problematic when in wanders clueless Guiri and either jumps his place, or fails to inform the person entering the shop behind him, where his place in the queuing system is.
As far as said Guiri is concerned, the fact that there is not a linear column of people stretching neatly away from the counter, means that there is in fact no queue.
And because said Guiri is both unaware of the existence of the etiquette he alone is responsible for the total collapse of law and order in the local Panaderia, and quite often leaves the shop frustrated at the "bunfight" that he has just caused (see what I did ? that Grammar school education wasn´t for nothing ...) and convinced that the very concept of queuing in Spain does not exist.
Juanjo conceded that as far as getting served in a bar, restaurant or market stall was concerned then queuing, as us Brits would know it, didn´t exist, and he just laughed when I asked about the etiquette of queuing for public transport.
(Have you ever wondered why you never see bus loads of Spaniards at Alton Towers ?)
On the subject of Public transport, Juanjo told me he was almost lynched once whilst on a business trip to the UK when he saw his bus approaching whilst walking with colleagues towards the Bus stop. Worried that the Bus wasn´t going to hang about longer than was necessary to let the passengers get off he sprinted down the pavement and leapt onto the Bus - seemingly ignoring the column of passengers waiting in the rain. His British colleagues did the decent thing and let him do so, casually joining the end of the queue, and letting each of the passengers shoot him their best icy glare in turn whilst waiting their turn in the queue.
I explained that I wouldn´t have been at all surprised to hear that there would have been queues of British women waiting quietly in a queue to take their place for a lifeboat on the deck of the Titanic.
Even when waiting in the Casualty department of A&E you still see some people at the triage station smiling sheepishly as the duty nurse decides that the 9" nail that they have embedded through their eyeball warrants them jumping further along the queue than the guy who just stubbed his toe.
It´s a disease we Brits are born with and will more than likely never be cured.
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Wednesday, 21 March 2018

Germaine Greer on 'Bad Faith' & 'career rapees'

An anthropological approach to rape in society
by Brian Bamford

YESTERDAY Germaine Greer argued on Radio Four's 'TODAY' program that we need to look at how the rape narrative is tackled and defined in society, and what this tells us about the treatment of women today.  She said, among other things, when asked to define her stance on #MeToo, Ms Greer declared: ‘I don’t actually think it’s gone too far, I don’t think its got anywhere at all.'

She then added:  ‘What we need is to sort out the law regarding rape and to sort out our concept of what it is.
‘It’s pointless now bringing up this stuff when [for] most of it no action can be taken.
‘Why wait 20 years?’

She of course neglected to concern herself here with the treatment of men or boys in society.

 Cambridge House & the abuse of boys

And yet, I live in Rochdale where it was at Cambridge House in November 2012, that the issue of the exploitation and abuse of boys by Cyril Smith in the 1960s was initially reported on this NV Blog and simultaneously on the Westminster Politics Home website.  A few hours later Simon Danczuk made his speech in the House of Commons (an earlier story about this in 1979 in Rochdale's Alternative Paper [RAP] had been squashed by a threat of legal action by Cyril Smith's solicitor).

Rape & Jean-Paul Sartre on  'Bad Faith'

Ms. Greer told listeners to Radio Four that #MeToo doesn’t work:  ‘I don’t actually think it’s gone too far, I don’t think its got anywhere at all.
‘What we need is to sort out the law regarding rape and to sort out our concept of what it is.’

To understand this better perhaps we should consider the nature of bad faith and exploitative behaviour in human relationships generally.  Ms. Greer talks about women who 'open their legs' to gain career advantages from Harvey Weinstein

In the North it was in the 1970s and 80s, and may still be, a common practice for women to hang around in  pubs using their charms in order to get men to buy them free drinks, and one (perhaps I should say second generation feminist) use to complain to me about these working-class women who boasted about it as she thought it was 'disgusting' and anti-feminist.  When I went working in London I worked with men in the sugar refinery in Hammersmith who used to chat-up women in clubs and when the women went to the toilet they would tell me how they would empty their handbags. 

Dealing with bad faith in a way which seems to relate to what Ms. Greer has said, the French philosopher, Jean-Paul Sartre. gave an example of a young girl on a first date:
'The young woman’s date compliments her on her physical appearance, but she ignores the obvious sexual connotations of his compliment and chooses instead to direct the compliment at herself as a conscious human being. He then takes her hand, but she neither takes it nor rejects it. Instead, she lets her hand rest indifferently in his so as to buy time and delay having to make a choice about accepting or rejecting his advances. Whereas she chooses to treat his compliment as being unrelated to her body, she chooses to treat her hand (which is a part of her body) as an object, thereby acknowledging her freedom to make choices.'

 The #MeToo Mob in Hollywood want to argue that they had no choices and had to succumb to Weinstein's wilds and that they had no power of agency. 

Another example of bad faith that Sartre gives is that of a young woman on a first date.  The young woman’s date compliments her on her physical appearance, but she ignores the obvious sexual connotations of his compliment and chooses instead to direct the compliment at herself as a conscious human being.  He then takes her hand, but she neither takes it nor rejects it.  Instead, she lets her hand rest indifferently in his so as to buy time and delay having to make a choice about accepting or rejecting his advances.  Whereas she chooses to treat his compliment as being unrelated to her body, she chooses to treat her hand (which is a part of her body) as an object, thereby acknowledging her freedom to make choices.

For Sartre, people may pretend to themselves that they do not have the freedom to make choices, but they cannot pretend to themselves that they are not themselves, that is, conscious human beings who actually have little or nothing to do with their pragmatic concerns, social roles, and value systems.

 Germaine Greer's anthropological analysis & the initiation of 'Donkey Dick'!
Germaine Greer's approach to what she calls 'career rapees' is it seems to me anthropological, while Sartre's is philosophical.

I mentioned Rochdale, and the historic case I knew about of the teenagers abused by Cyril Smith at Cambridge House, using spanking practices and 'false medicals'.  I could have dealt with the historic practices of the initiation ceremonies which took place in the factories in the North West of England in the 1950s and 60s, when I was an apprentice electrician.  Last month we had Shrove Tuesday or Pancake Tueday, and it was at that time common for young apprentices to get their balls blacked or greased, or both.  De-bagging's of lads were often indulged in on the shopfloor on the pretext that it was an ancient custom of an 'iniation ceremony', in the 1950s it was argued that this should be done when lads reached 18-years when the lads became 'improvers', perhaps owing to the advent of the Welfare State, lads were becoming too big at 21 on completion of their apprenticeship when they officially 'came out of their time'.  One lad at Tweedale & Smalley where I worked, gained the title 'Donkey Dick' and seemed to enjoy the title as well as the exploits and High Jinks.

However an outsider may view these escapades, and when I did try to protest I was made to feel like a wet blanket,

How do we consider these initiation practices?  Are they to be represented as the abuse and exploitation of young people and apprentices by tradesmen?  Or are we to see it as an ancient custom perhaps handed down to us from the times of the rural village? Perhaps even Harvey Weinstein and those who engaged with him thought they we involved in some ancient ritual or initiation ceremony.

www.https://outre-monde.com/2011/03/29/jean-paul-sartre-on-bad-faith/ 
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Friday, 19 January 2018

This Cotton-Built Town

Poem sent to Northern Voices by the Rochdalianm, Trevor Hoyle.

[after Betjeman.  A long way after]


It once were great, this cotton-built town
A grand night out for half-a-crown,
Go out now you get knocked down
Or summat worse.


We had cobbles and ginnels and gaslit streets,
A clip round th’ear from bobbies on beats.
No muggers or druggies, no benefits cheats,
Our nation’s curse.


Gradely folk they were back then
Slogged all week at mill for six-pound-ten:
Lancashire’s best – la crème de la crème,
Gone and forgot.


Walk down Drake Street now and weep
For Ivesons, Fashion Corner, the Carlton creep,
The legacy of civic pride sold cheap.
Who gives a jot?


It’s council top brass in the main
Who’ve least to lose and most to gain.
(1st class seats on the gravy train!)
Just hear their cries:


Sack the workers but keep the bosses!
That’s the way to cut the losses!
And round our necks like albatrosses
Hang the PFIs.

And where do all our taxes go?
You must be joking – don’t you know?
On bods with clipboards on go slow,
On Manchester Road –


Where roundabouts once did the job
The planners have incensed the mob,
Who write in fury to the Ob:
“Stop this load


Of nonsense, quick, it’s puerile,
Are they trying to compete in style
With illuminations on’t Golden Mile
And make things worse?”


Come, gentle Kong, and dump on Dale
Bury it deep so it can’t inhale.
Beyond a joke, beyond the pale,
Armpit of the universe.

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Friday, 16 December 2016

How to be an Inmate?


Michael Burke must prepare his own narrative for cell-mates

by Brian Bamford – a former inmate at Strangeways HMP
IF Michael Burke, who was yesterday sentenced to 15-years jail having been found guilty of raping his own sister 'Selfie Queen' Karen Danczuk as a child, and sexually assaulting two other girls, is to avoid himself being brutalised and possibly raped in the British prison system, he must now be carefully preparing his own narrative to relate to the prison community on the wings. 
Only yesterday the Manchester Evening News (MEN) carried a story by a prison officer at Strangeways notorious Victorian prison in Manchester in which the unnamed source said 'staff are living in fear of violence and nothing is being done to stop inmates using drugs and mobile phones'.
'Out of Sight, Out of Mind'
English people tend to adopt the view of 'Out of sight, out of mind!' with regard to their own prison system, and the anonymous source told the MEN that 'It is clear the home secretary does not understand the issues staff face daily'.
The prison officer is reported to have said in a letter that 'prisoners have no respect for authority, are violent to fellow inmates and staff and take drugs such as spice.'
Furthermore, he wrote:  'There have been several incidents at HMP Manchester where staff have been threatened by prisoners and governors have done nothing to protect the staff.'
'Notoriety' of Defendant and 'Fame' of Complainant
Defending Burke, Nicholas Walker QC said Burke had suffered a downfall of a 'very public nature'.  And Mr. Walker added:  'It's a feature of this case he can't enjoy the luxury of anonymity as the others may enjoy'.  
The judge, Mr Justice Gilbart, told Mr. Walker QC that he was not sentencing Mr. Burke on the 'because of his notoriety' in the media but based of the evidence presented in Court.  Mr Justice Gilbart said of Mrs. Danczuk that though she was 'well known' the Court will protect those in the media, and she had been active as a Councillor. 
Karen Danczuk, the estranged wife of the disgraced Rochdale MP Simon Danczuk, had claimed her mother was distant, that her her father worked nights, and that her brother Michael had begun grooming her from the age of six for sex, before getting into bed and raping her from the age of nine as other siblings slept. 
Mr. Justice Goldbart, handing down the sentence to the defendant:  'Whether she (Karen Danczuk) was nine, ten or 11 at the date of the first rape is not clear, but on any view she was a young girl who not reached puberty.  After she had endured your attentions up to the age of 11 she stood up to you, you didn't touch her again.
'You have shown not a shred of remorse in your defence you spent much of your time claiming she had orchestrated a conspiracy against you, a claim I regard as entirely absurd.  Your second victim was a naïve 12-year-old ... you did not care whether she agreed or not, (went from heavy petting to) forcing yourself on her just as you had your sister.
'You ejaculated within her and you persuaded her and she persuaded herself that it was normal.
'You made (the third victim) submit.  Here too you alleged she was part of the conspiracy.' orchestrated by your sister.'
Mr. Justice Goldbart told Mr. Burke:  'You have an attitude to women that reveals a self-justifying lack of insight.'
Meanwhile, we must wait to see if any British newspaper carries another exclusive insightful interview with Karen Danczuk who claims to have suffered 'severe psychological harm'.
On the wings of a Total Institution
As Michael Burke goes into the cells to begin his sentence he will be entering what sociologists call a 'total institution'.  He will be striped, showered and searched before he gets to the cells on the reception wing.  He will be questioned as to any special dietary requirements.  I normally lie and declare myself to be a vegetarian in the hope that it may enable me to get more choice when the food is dished-up.
Once on the wings he must have a suitably convincing narrative to explain his predicament to his fellow cell-mates and other prisoners in the jail community. 
In Court Two of the Manchester Crown Court yesterday, Mr. Justice Goldbart, educated at the  University of Cambridge, may have preached to you about you having 'shown not a shred of remorse'.  That may well be the case, but the prison community is an entirely different jurisdiction from the Crown Court, and he will soon find out it applies its own rules and posses its own hierarchy and standards. 
Rule 43!
Michael Burke needs to prepare himself skillfully if he is not to end up segregated serving his ten-year sentence on Rule 43.*
To establish his status in the prison hierarchy Michael Burke will have to present a story which will  be acceptable and will gain him respect among the inmates.  To do this and survive on the wings, he needs to reaffirm his defence that a 'conspiracy' was 'orchestrated' against him by a group of people who had malicious intent.  In the context of an all-male community the idea of what the novelist Henry James called a 'capricious woman' would not be difficult for the average prison inmate to understand, (see 'The Princess Casamassima ).
For Mr. Burke to now suggest to his fellow prisoners that he is the victim of a 'conspiracy'  by an ex-girl friend and a former partner would not be something that the male prison community would find hard to understand, especially when one of the complainants has given an exclusive interview to the press.  Though it is not yet known if she will be paid for this.
Some substance may be given to this account by an exchange of e-mails in September/ October 2015, when Northern Voices was given a name of someone who had approached some women previously associated with Mr. Burke.
At that time we put the forward the following question to this individual:
'I have been given information from two separate sources that you were in contact with a number of Michael Burke's former girl friends or partners, some of whom subsequently went to the police.  'Could you confirm if this is true, and if it is, explain why you did this? 
'Look forward to your early response'
A reply came back to NV two days later in the form of a threat:
'These allegations are completely untrue, defamatory and may constitute a malicious falsehood if published.'
Considering this response and in the dangerous prison environment as described by the Strangeways prison officer above to the MEN, a conspiracy narrative could save Michael Burke's life.  Karen. Danczuk may have secured what she now calls 'closure' but she has done so by using the criminal justice system to deliver her own brother into the human jungle of the British prison system.  Meanwhile she can now get on with her life like she has been performing on 'Bear Grylls', or being paid to appear on 'Loose Women'.
As a sociologist/ ethnomethodologist as well as a former prison inmate, for practical purposes in prison I would advise Michael Burke to stick to the defence he presented in the Manchester Crown Court: that he is the victim of a 'stitch-up' by what the defence described as an 'attention seeker' and what the press call a 'Selfie Queen'.
Rule 43 states that any prisoner can apply to be taken into solitary confinement on a Vulnerable Prisoners Unit, for his own protection. Jailed police and prison officers, sex offenders and showbusiness celebrities often apply for this.

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Review: Historian as Judge & Detective

Professor Preston's Parochial Anglo-Saxon Account   
 

The Spanish Holocaust. By Paul Preston. Illustrated 700 pages.  Harper Press.  £30 in hard-back.  
PROFESSOR Preston writes:  'I thought long and hard about using the word “holocaust” in the title of this book', and he concludes 'I could find no word that more accurately encapsulates the Spanish experience than “holocaust”.'  To back up this decision he says:  'I was influenced by the fact that those who justified the slaughter of innocent of innocent Spaniards used an anti-Semite rhetoric and frequently claimed that they had to be exterminated because they were the instruments of a “Jewish-Bolshevik-Masonic” conspiracy.'  He writes that ''my use of the word “holocaust” is not intended to equate what happened in Spain with what happened throughout the rest of continental Europe under German occupation but rather to suggest that it be examined in a broadly comparative context.'  The Professor says that he hopes 'thereby to suggest parallels and resonances that will lead to a better understanding of what happened in Spain during the Civil War and after.'  
 
The Spanish Holocaust is a piece of rigorous research whose author clearly operates unashamedly as both a detective and judge:  the book is moralistic history of a high order and seeks to measure the spirit of the military sedition in July 1936 that became the Spanish Civil War alongside the rise of the national socialists in Germany in 1933 and the cruelties of the Third Reich.  Pro. Preston wants to say, more or less, that Hitler equals Mussolini, and both of these equal General Franco, and he puts work in to establish that during the Spanish Civil War and after under the regime that followed that war 'nearly 200,000 men and women were murdered extra-judicially or executed after flimsy legal process' and that  '(a)ll of what did happen constitutes what I believe can legitimately be called the Spanish holocaust.'  He also regrets that 'To this day, General Franco and his regime enjoy a relatively good press.'  
 
Against this moralist approach may be contrasted the attempt to pose a scientific venture that as Isaiah Berlin says try to tell us that 'it is foolish to judge Charlemagne or Napoleon or Genghis Khan or Hitler or Stalin for their massacres which is a comment on ourselves and not upon the facts.'   Isaiah Berlin writes in his essay 'Historical Inevitability':
'We are also told that as historians it is our task to describe, let us say, the great revolutions of our time without so much as hinting that certain individuals involved in them not merely caused, but were responsible for, great misery and destruction – using words according to standards not merely of the twentieth century, which is soon over, or of our declining capitalist society, but of all the human race at all times and in all places in which we have known it; and are told that we should practise such austerities out of respect for some imaginary scientific canon which distinguishes between facts and values very sharply...' anything else would be, according to these anti-moralists, '.,.unworthy of serious scholarship.'
 
 Berlin strongly disagrees, arguing:  'Those who are concerned with human affairs are committed to the use of the moral categories and concepts which normal language incorporates and expresses … (historians) need not – they are certainly not obliged to – moralise:  but neither can they avoid the use of normal language with all its associations and “built in” moral categories.'   For to seek to avoid to do this would be 'to adopt another moral outlook, not none at all.' 
 
Bearing all this in mind, I would not wish to challenge Pro. Preston on grounds of what some may call his prejudices, that is his passionate dissection of the atrocities associated with the regime of General Franco nor would I desire to tackle him here at length for his broad-brush approach in holding the anarchists of the FAI responsible for much of the killings on the side of the Republic because Preston at least grasps the central importance and significance of the anarchists and their huge trade union federation on the Spanish republican side.  Preston makes his own position clear: 
'There would be no end to the internal violence until the Republican state had been rebuilt...' and 'the conduct of a modern war required a central state.' 
And he quotes approvingly: 
'Companys (the Catlan President of the Generalitat) had effectively ensured the continuity of state power and, in the long term, the eventual taming of the revolution by manoeuvring the CNT into accepting responsibility without long-term institutional power.'      
Earlier Professor Preston rather gives the game away by displaying his own instincts as an English municipal Fabian type liberal/ socialist when he writes: 
'The victory of the working-class forces (in defeating the military rebels in Barcelona) posed a significant problem for President Companys, who was leader of the bourgeoisie party, the Esquerra Republicana de Catalonya.'  
 
My profound problem with Professor Preston's book is with what is the 'keystone' of his whole hypothesis which is contained in Chapter Two entitled 'Theorists of Extermination':  the focus of this chapter dwells on a kind of potted psychology, biography and anthropology of some elements of the Spanish right most hostile to the Second Republic.  Preston in the first line of his Chapter Two writes:
'Africanista officers and Civil Guards were the most violent exponents of right-wing hostility towards the Second Republic and its working-class supporters.' 
He then makes the allegation that:
'They insinuated the racial inferiority of their left-wing and liberal enemies through the clichés of the theory of the Jewish-Masonic-Bolshevik conspiracy.'
 Preston here needs to show a link between Hitler and the German Nazis, and the mentality of the of the Spanish right-wing in the 1930s, and he claims:
'The idea of an evil Jewish conspiracy to destroy the Christian world was given a modern spin in Spain by the dissemination from 1932 onwards of one of the most influential works of anti-Semitism, The Protocols of the Elders of Zion.' 
 
 Preston finds that the leader of the military rising against the Second Republic, General Mola, had read The Protocols and praised Hitler in his book The Past, Azaná and the Future.  Gil Robles, leader of the Catholic party, the CEDA, Preston tries to show as being a closet Fascist and he quotes from El Socialista as describing one of his speeches as an 'authentic fascist harangue'.  Preston also puts work in to show that Franco was influenced by the anti- Jewish-Masonic tendency on the Spanish right.  In his anxiety to show that the Spanish right is indistinguishable from what was happening in northern Europe, Preston is ignoring the culture and anthropology of Spain which if he examined the roots of what he is talking about he may be forced to arrive at different conclusions.  
 
In fact, Freemasonry was brought to Spain by the English, and the first lodge was founded in Madrid in 1728 and, even though it was forbidden by the Inquisition, it was popular among the enlightened aristocracy and ministers of Charles III.  When the Second Republic was founded in the 1930s most of the most senior Army officers were masons, and it is said that the King was a mason.  On this point Gerald Brenan in footnote in his book The Spanish Labyrinth is worth quoting at length: 
'A great deal has been made of the freemasonry of the Republican parties.  As a matter of fact nearly all the Monarchist politicians and most of the Army generals before 1931 were masons.  The King himself is said to have been one and practising Catholics often occupied high positions in the lodges.  That is to say, freemasonry had ceased to have any political or anti-clerical connotations and had become a mere friendly society as it is in England.  Then towards 1930 the Republicans began to invade the lodges and made their business to restore them to their old function.  During the first years of the Republic the Madrid lodges formed a convenient meeting-place for Republican politicians and link between the radicals and the groups that followed Azaña.'
 
 Preston has none of Brenan's sophistication when considering the Freemasons in Spain and he writes:  'In this paranoid fantasy [of an evil Jewish conspiracy to destroy Christian Europe], Freemasons were smeared as tools of the Jews (of whom there were virtually none) in a sinister plot to establish Jewish tyranny over the Christian world.'   
Here Preston is trying to place a phenomena which has its origins in a particular Spanish context and struggle going back to before the Spanish Inquisition, into the realm of the politics and ideology of Mein Kampf and the Third Reich, while Brenan simply traces the foundation of the Spanish Liberal Party to Freemasonry. 
 
It is his frantic search for symmetry to a historical narrative that fits a parochial cookbook for his English readers that disturbs me about Professor Preston's book.  The Conservative politician and architect of what in 1874 of what was to become known as The Restoration, Antonio Cánovas said:   'Son espanoles los que no pueden ser otra cosa'  ['Spaniards are those people who can't be anything else'}.  It seems to me that the danger of the kind of top-down moralistic historical narrative of  the Spanish Civil War used by Preston is that it can be pushed so far that it begins to border on the grotesque.  Too many of the English historical critics, both professional and amateur, in their analysis of the war tend to neglect anthropological nature of Spanish condition:  they seem to end up arguing that the Spaniards should be more like the Germans or the English.  Often these criticism are disguised by blaming the Spanish anarchists or the Catalan nationalists for being instinctively in favour of decentralisation and against a centralised state, when as Pro. Preston says  'the conduct of a modern war required a central state'.  
 
It's as if Preston has never read Richard Ford, or George Borrow's 'Bible in Spain' or even Gerald Brenan, and that he hasn't yet grasped what Brenan wrote in 1943:
'The Catalan question is, to begin with, merely one rather special instance of the general problem of Spanish regionalism.'
 
Unless the commentators on Spain, whether it be Professor Preston or Bill Alexander of the International Brigade, understand that, they will never come close to grasping what is going on in Spain and the reluctance of Spaniards fighting in the Civil War to move far from their own regions.  This regionalism has the effect of the kind of transferred 'racism' or 'xenophobia' that Preston alludes to when he writes: 
'Conservative intellectuals argued that through various subversive devices the Jews had enslaved the Spanish working class' and an 'alleged consequence of this subjugation was that the Spanish workers themselves came to posses oriental qualities' .
 
Not just the conservative intellectuals, but the ordinary Spaniards I worked with in the 1960s as an electrician in the fishing village of Denia in Alicante, would accuse the inhabitants of the rival town of Pego as being the historical descendants or 'los Moros', and he would even condemned another village Pedruguer for having 'the character of the Jew' because they, unlike the inhabitants of another pueblo Ondra who like good Spanish Christians spent their spare money eating tapas and drinking vino in bars, were miserable and miserly and bought land.  Much more can be understood about these village attitudes and customs in Spain by reading anthropological accounts given in Brenan's own description of the two years he spent in Yegen in South from Granada or Julian Pit-Rivers' book The People of the Sierras about the Cadiz village of Grazelema.
 
Preston writes of the Jews in Spain in the 1930s 'of whom there were virtually none', but in so far as there were Moors on the Spanish mainland in the Civil War they were bought in as mercenary fighters by General Franco in his army in the south.  There are several strong words of insult in Spain – 'cabrón' (cuckhold), 'bastardo' (bastard), and 'Moro' (Moor).- but 'Moro'  for the Spaniard becomes like a bogey-man; thus the popularity of ham and pork dishes in Spanish cuisine born of a people who wanted to historically prove their Christianity by hanging legs of pork outside their houses for curing in the sun.  It may be as Preston writes that some on the right were suggesting that members of the Spanish working-class were the descendants of 'Moros', but it is equally probable that the left was accusing the right of being 'amigos de Moros'.  Certainly, I seem to remember that Arthur Koistler (then a member of the Communist Party) in his book The Spanish Testament condemned Franco and the rebel generals for bringing 'black troops' (Moors) to fight in Europe;  racism and xenophobia is not confined to the right.    
 
When one understands this anthropological background of Spanish customs and culture the whole architectural model of Professor Preston's book as built up in his Chapter Two Theorists of Extermination begins to crumble.  Significantly Preston writes: 
'The identification of the working class with foreign enemies was based on a convoluted logic whereby Bolshevism was a Jewish invention and the Jews were indistinguishable from Muslims and thus leftists were bent on subjecting Spain to domination by African elements.'  
 
Preston keeps mentioning 'Bolshevism', 'Marxism' and 'communists', but apart from there being few if any Jews or Muslims in Spain in 1936 there wasn't that many communists either and their influence in the big trade union confederations UGT (Socialist) and CNT (anarcho-syndicalist) was minimal Gerald Brenan writes:  'During the Dictatorship the Communist Party was so insignificant that that Primo de Rivera did not think it worth while suppressing it and the Communist press continued to appear as usual.'  All Spaniards use the rhetoric of insults and abuse with great aplomb and the Spanish film maker Luis Bunuel said in his autobiography My Last Breath that they are world masters of the art of blasphemy, thus because Spaniards throw around words and phrases like 'Moros' and 'character of the Jew' that has its roots in Spanish antiquity and the Inquisition, against people they don't like it tends to weaken Preston's 'Holocaust' model.  Preston's claim that Franco 'was a subscriber to Acción Española...' or that both he and General Mola, who became director of the military rising in 1936, were 'avid readers of the anti-Communist journal …, the Bulletin de l'Entente Internationale contra la Troisième Internationale',  hardly stands up as strong evidence that what was happening in Spain was anything other than another pronunciamiento, of which at one time in 19th century Spain, according to Brenan, there was an  average of one every twenty months. 
 
I would expect anarchist and libertarian critics, and those who sympathise with the position of the POUM, to suggest that Preston is bias in his presentation, and that others would challenge his broad- brush use of the term 'Holocaust'.  For me it is the architecture of the whole edifice of the Preston historical model of Franco being a little Hitler that is built on an anglo-centric account that is dodgy, and ignores the anthropology of Spanish society:  it is one that will however appeal to his liberal-leftist readers in north Europe.  Clearly Nazi Germany was a more scientific than England, as Orwell wrote 'The order, the planning, the State encouragement of science, the steel, the concrete, the aeroplanes, are all there...' and Mussolini's Fascists had the Futurists, whereas the Spanish regime under Franco was not modern, and was more a product of a medieval mentality going back to El Cid and the Spanish Inquisition.  The problem with Professor Preston's book is not that he is being judgemental as well as employing his undoubted skills as a detective, but that in The Spanish Holocaust he slips into polemics and journalism to such a degree that makes his model not just false, but absurd, and perhaps even grotesque.  As Isaiah Berlin wrote in another context:  '… the culture of the Renaissance is not merely different from, but represents a more mature phase of human growth than, that of Outer Mongolia two thousand years ago (at the time of Genghis Khan)'; in the same way the totalitarianism of the Third Reich differs from the authoritarianism of the Spanish Inquisition and those in modern times like Franco and Mola who were its legitimate children.  Preston may well be a great historian both as a detective and judge, but unlike Brenan who lived in Spain for most of his life, he somehow lacks a feel for Spanish civilisation and society.

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Robin Hood: Bandits in Andalucia

WHEN reading The Guardian story below on the anarchist trade union militant Juan Gordillo, English readers ought to be aware of something of the history and tradition of this kind of thing in southern Spain.  Every time I go to Ronda in the province of Malaga, I visit a bar in the old part of town near the Roman Bridge and gaze at the black and white photos of around the room in which alongside local shots of  Francesco Rosi's 1984 film version of the Carmen opera with the tenor, Plácido Domingo, and Julia Migenes, are photos of a genuine bandit being arrested by the Guardia Civil in the local sierra. 
This bandit tradition continued in this part of Spain until at least 1951.  Julian A.Pitt-Rivers in his book 'The People of the Sierra' (1954) explains:  'Ronda is like a provincial capital to the pueblos of the sierra.  Like Jerez, it possesses a resident aristocracy.  The pueblos to the south, in the valley of the Rio Genal, are small, less than one thousand inhabitants in number, and situated in wild country.  The agricultural land of these pueblos and much of the low-lying forest is divided into small properties.  Large pastoral properties are owned by the state and by the aristocracy of Ronda who also own much of the better land round Ronda itself.'  Mr Pitt-Rivers then quotes from an article in Estampa, published in 1934, commenting on banditry in this region:  '(A Civil Guard speaking to the journalist says -)  "Just as in some regions there are pueblos which strive to produce the most and best bullfighters, so here they want to have bandits [and] all the folk of the sierra protect Flores (a bandit).  In Igualeja the pueblo is on Flores' side.  They are all spies who watch our every act.  Only by betrayal could we come to grips with him, and no one dares betray him for he would soon be avenged".'    

Pitt-Rivers describes the sociology of the bandit and his relationship with the pueblo thus:  '(A bandit must retain his confidential contact with the pueblo and in doing so) His opposition to the Civil Guard assures him the sympathy of a large part of the pueblo.  Theoretically, at any rate, a romantic and honourable figure, he is outside the law but he is not immoral.'  It is this ability of the Andalucian bandit to remain a member of the moral community, at least in relation to certain sections of it, that allows him to exist outside the law.  The danger is that when the shepherds and goat-herder's start to inform of him to the Guardia Civil and his friends in the pueblo fail him, then according to Mr. Pitt-Rivers, 'he has reached the end of his tether'

In the early 1950s, this is what led to the successful suspression of banditry in the sierra de Ronda.  Julian Pitt-Rivers writes: 
'The Civil Guard, unable to trap the elusive and well-armed "Reds", concentrated their efforts against their contacts in the pueblos.  Finding their supplies endangered, the bandits took to plundering the shepherds and the latter reacted by betraying them to their pursuers.' 

Recent local events have given this story is interesting and ironic topical twist, because at present the printed version of Northern Voices is under a similar heavy attack from two sides:  from the establishment organisation Link4Life that is an arms-length body led by gaffers that runs museums, art galleries and sports outfits, and from what, using George Orwell's terminology, may be described as a smelly little orthodoxy on the ultra-left of the political spectrum.  The Link4Life bosses withdrew one of our sales outlets because of an article in Northern Voices No.13 by Debbie Firth, a Touchstones Challenge campaigner in Rochdale defending the arts and heritage of the borough; at the same time a shadowy group on the wilder fringes of the of the crackpot left have been busy touring some of our outlets trying to discourage them from distributing Northern Voices.  All of this is interesting and deserves deeper research as an anthropological strange development both at a local level inside the relationship of Link4Life to the Rochdale Council, and inside the small-group dynamics of the more foolish factions of politics on the left in England.

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Robert Hughes: No Cookbook Art Historian!

Robert Studley Forrest Hughes, art critic and historian, born 28 July 1938; died 6 August 2012:
Northern Voices drew on Robert Hughes in its issue Number Two from his book 'Barcelona' (1992), in which he had repeated a conversation he had had with the Catalan artist, Salvador Dali, in which Dali had told him that the great unknown modernist artist (apart from himself) was Joseph Pujol.  Pujol, as Robert Hughes writes:  'performed under the nickname of Le Petomane, the Fartomaniac.'   For us, Hughes was an anarchistic art critic who so contrasted with the gentle anarchist art critic of the middle of the 20th Century, Sir Herbert Read, and the 'Toff' 1970's presenter of 'Civilisation', Lord Kenneth Clark.  And yet, on the day of his death at the age of 74 this week, one commentator on Radio Four's 'Front Row' actually likened Hughes to the 19th Century art critic, John Ruskin.  It was Hughes presentation of 'The Shock of the New', that tackled the job of criticising and analysing modern art in a country, Great Britain, that was probably the most sceptical of its value.  After all, hadn't Wyndham Lewis, the Vorticist, long ago warned us all of fashions in art in his brilliant essay 'The Demon Progress in the Arts'.  Robert Hughes on TV and in his book has helped a sceptical public to make sense of modern art in the late 20th Century.

Besides the Shock of the New, Hughes wrote The Art of Australia, Heaven & Hell in Western Art, The Fatal Shore, Lucien Freud, Frank Auerbach, and Nothing if not critical:  Selected essays on art & artists.  The book by Hughes that I am most focused on right now is Barcelona (1992), mainly because I am about to review the Liverpudlian Professor Paul Preston's recent book The Spanish Holocaust.  Knowing Spain and the Spaniards, I am impressed by how much better the Australian art critic is at getting under the skin of the subject than the anointed English Professor Preston.  In Chapter 2 of The Spanish Holocaust, which Professor Preston entitles 'Theorists of Extermination' he concentrates on the tendency of the right-wing theorists to use ethnic or perhaps racial categorisations to distinguish themselves from their Republican opponents on the left.  Thus, Preston is able to quote from Onésimo Redondo Ortega writing in the fascist monthly JONS*'Marxism, with its Mohammedan utopias, with the truth of its dictatorial iron and with the pitiless lust of its sadistic magnates, suddenly renews the eclipse of Culture and freedoms like a modern Saacen invasion ...  This certain danger of Africanization in the name of Progress, is clearly visible in Spain'.  Paul Preston, with his superficial historical analysis, here applies a North European rational and explanation to a proposition by a right-wing propagandist that is really rooted in the culture of Spanish and Moorish anthropology at a deeper level.  Preston offers us a North European analysis of  the complexities of Hispanic culture to justify his own crude thesis and the argument of a Spanish right-wing racism not so different from that in Hitler's Germany or perhaps the English Defence League right now.  In doing so, in trying to simplify Spanish politics and culture to make it easier for outsiders to understand and to sell books, Professor Preston displays an anthropological illiteracy and cookbook analysis in his attempt to translate developments on the Iberian peninsular. 

By contrast, Robert Hughes in his Chapter One 'The Color of a Dog Running Away' describes this same phenomena as a deeply rooted xenophobic part of the Iberian culture and civilisation, and not as something specifically confined to right-wing Spaniards, like the old Falange Party or Onésimo Redondo Ortega.  Perceptively, Mr Hughes wrote that even in perhaps the most European part of the Iberian peninsular, Catalonia, the slogan 'Catalans de sempre' ('Catalans since forever') was 'somewhat xenophobic', and that a friend  of his from Barcelona that had met a peasant in the Catalan village of Ampurdan, who had told him of the city folk that had bought second homes in the village, and he had said of them:  'Son tots moros' - 'they are all Moors'.  This habit of calling the inhabitants of neighbouring towns 'Moors' was widespread when I was living in Spain, and Robert Hughes writes:  'The key expression of xenophobia is violently loaded:  xarnego... it shifted to "foreigners"; a peasant living in one valley of the Ampurdan, for instance, would use it of a peasant the other side of the hill.  But with immigration, it came to denote - in the pejorative sense - any working-class person of non-Catalan Spanish origin living in Catalonia.' 

I offer this contrast between Robert Hughes's anthropological approach and Paul Preston 's cookbook analysis, to show how the Australian gets inside the subject in a way that Preston imposes his own Anglo-centric bias and prejudices upon the Hispanic world in order to create a Civil War portrayal as being between Cowboys and Indians, with the occasional renegade thrown in for good measure.  With Robert Hughes in his Barcelona, we get what Frederic Raphael describes as 'the most accessible - art critic in the world ... in Barcelona his art-historical and his sociological talents converge in what is often a dazzling collage of Catalan peculiarities';  with Preston we also get a very accessible historian but one who sacrifices the special sociological qualities of Spain to a narrative to cater to an Anglo-Saxon and North European mind-set.  Professor Preston, like Hegel, wants to say that things which look differently, as in Spain, are really the same, and in overlooking the significance of these distinctions and special qualities of Spain and the Spaniards, he retreats into stereotypes and caricatures.

Robert Hughes writes:  'I became a Barcelona enthusiast, as near as I recall, in the spring of 1966.'  He went there because he was fanatically keen on George Orwell, and Hughes wanted to see 'the one city in Europe about which that insular Englishman felt moved to write with wholehearted affection'.  Of the city of Barcelona he wrote:  'Taste cannot be legislated, but at least the integrity of the past can be.'  He felt that after Franco died in the 1980s Barcelona 'developed the strictest historical preservation code of any city in Europe', and that this code 'works somewhat to the advantage of traditional Catalan crafts - ceramics, iron forging, high-grade joinery, glass - which were dying twenty years ago'.   Like the anarchists, who 'particularly loathed' the Sagrada Familia Church,  Hughes writes:  'With few significant exceptions, the Catalan intelligentsia has never liked it'.  And yet, it is too much of an attraction to Japanese tourists to be torn down.  Its original designer, Antoni Gaudi had said 'Poverty preserves and keeps things' and 'Many monuments have been saved from the ravages of the "academics" through lack of money'.  At the moment Catalonia, like other regions in Spain, is in deep trouble economically and perhaps Barcelona will not suffer the municipal vandalism like Manchester, and some of our Northern cities and towns have.  Mr. Hughes ends by saying that the Sagrada Familia will always be a 'divisive building', just as Barcelona 'for most of its life ... has been a divided city'.   Mr. Hughes, himself, was a divisive and controversial critic.

*  Onésimo Redondo Ortega wrote this in J.O.N.S. (Juntas de Ofensiva National-Sindicalista) in 1933 and, according to Gerald Brenan, the J.O.N.S. merged with the Falange Espanola of José Antonio Primo de Rivera in 1934.  Redondo studied Law at the University of Salamanca, but according to Paul Preston's comments elsewhere Redondo's anti-Semitism derived more from fifteenth century Castilian nationalism than from Nazi models (see wikapedia entry for Redondo).   This would seem to contrast with what Preston is saying above.  Preston admits José Antonio Primo de Rivera the leader of the Falange had 'little or no interest in the "Jewish problem",' but he struggles to build a case of right-wing racial bias generally while ignoring hostile Spanish attitudes to 'los moros' and the Jews among the wider general public.
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