Archive for June, 2010

20
Jun
10

“The repression we suffered was the same as against ordinary people all over the world – as in Sharpeville, Tiananmen Square, Darfur, Fallujah and Gaza”

There are some days that not only leave a deep and dark imprint in the memories of a community or a nation or millions of people across the globe.

The oft-quoted and now clichéd example is how people a wee bit older than myself remember where they were when John F. Kennedy was assassinated.

In my lifetime, the events that seem to turn the world upside down seemed to happen within a few short months between November 1989 and March 1990. In that short space of time, the monolithic symbol of Stalinist tyranny in the east, the Berlin Wall was pulled apart brick by brick by a mass movement and  Nelson Mandela began his long walk to freedom and signalled the end of the seemingly impregnable apartheid system in South Africa. Closer to home, the last day of March in 1990, as the so-called community charge bills hit our doormats, Thatcher and her poll-tax were effectively finished off by riots in Trafalgar Square.

Such momentous days are not always so glorious and full of hope and joy. Some momentous days not only leave scars but seem to set history on a path that is dominated by bitterness and bloodshed.

For the 1.5 million inhabitants of Northern Ireland, Sunday 30 January 1972, forever after Bloody Sunday, was one such day.

Of course there were many other days. There is a whole history of struggles that marked turning points in the making of and sustenance of that sectarian state.

Michael Collins, the leading Irish revolutionary, who prophetically stated that he had signed his own death-warrant when he signed the treaty with Britain that gained independence for twenty-six counties of Ireland, but left the Catholics of the remaining six counties at the mercy of an in-built Protestant majority and no doubts to their fate when the Prime Minister of the new Northern state, Lord Craigavon, promised a “Protestant Parliament for a Protestant people”.

For more than four decades, it seemed for Catholics that everyday would be the same. The one-party state condemned them to second-class citizenship. Being born a Catholic meant that you couldn’t get a home, you get a job; even in Derry, which had a majority of Catholics (called Londonderry by the Loyalists that engineered electoral boundaries (gerrymandering) to ensure they controlled the council), no Catholic worked for their local council, would not even be able to get a job cleaning the toilets.

Eamonn McCann, the socialist and writer who was at the heart of the Civil Rights movement in Northern Ireland in the 1960s and 1970s, described the attitude of the Nationalist politicians and leading figures that represented Catholics at the time:

“People in my area said ‘There is nothing to be done about this. As things are, so they ever shall be’ The Nationalist establishment said that things would only become different when we had a united Ireland”

The young generation of Catholics growing up in the 1960s were not having any of it. Rather look to the history of Irish struggle, their horizons were further, to Czechoslovakia, to Vietnam, to France but nore significantly the Civil Rights movement of black people in the United States.

The powers of the state in the six counties were the envy of dictatorships around the world, in 1963 when South African Justice Minister  Vorster was introducing new apartheid laws he remarked that he “ would be willing to exchange all the legislation of this sort for one clause of the Northern Ireland Special Powers Act”.

Powers to;  intern without trial for an unlimited period, to order that no inquest be held into deaths at the hands of the state, and later the notorious Diplock courts, where juries were made redundant and defendants were tried by a single judge.

As Civil Rights campaigners took to the streets and marched these powers were used by the Northern state against them. Not just the Northern state, but Protestants that felt their interests were under threat and better served by being loyal to the union with Britain, took up cudgels against them. They weren’t of course, as someone had characterised the relationship between Protestants and Catholics, it was “tuppence-ha’penny looking down on tuppence”.  Being born a Protestant meant that you were privileged compared to Catholics. Compared to workers on mainland Britain, less eager to show their allegiance to the Crown, they were worse off.

It was as the great anti-slavery campaigner, Frederick Douglass once said about the fact that  poor Southern whites happened to be the most resistant to emancipation of black slaves, “They divide both to conquer each”

The campaign for jobs and homes and equality with Protestants was met with ferocity by the Loyalists. Those defending the status quo were well organised and armed. The Royal Ulster Constabulary was not open to many Catholics, and the notorious reserve force, the Ulster Special Constabulary (better known as the B-Specials) were brutal in their assaults on protestors.

In West Belfast, Catholics were burned  out of their homes as Loyalist gangs went on the rampage. The IRA had long given up the fight and local graffiti told the tale, “IRA = I Ran Away”.

In Derry, the local Nationalist community in the Bogside held the line under siege from local Loyalists, the B-Specials and the RUC for 3 nights and 2 days.  In 1969, British Prime Minister Harold Wilson sent the troops in to “restore order”.  The intervention meant the end of the siege and was initially welcomed by the Bogsiders, famously Derry women were pictured making tea for the soldiers.

But this was not to be just a temporary restoration of order. The last British troops left Northern Ireland in 2007, the longest continuous deployment in British military history.

The British Army were there to maintain the Northern state. In July 1970, the Army imposed an illegal curfew on the Catholic Falls Road in West Belfast.

The British forces were acting like any other occupying army and in response more young Catholics turned to the IRA.

It was not until 1971 that a British soldier was killed by the IRA.

Further fuelling the hatred of British occupation was the internment of 346 men, raided in a dawn swoop on Catholic areas in August 1971. Very few were IRA members, none were Loyalists and in the subsequent rioting, nine civilians were shot.

Twelve internees were guinea pigs for the army’s “sensory deprivation techniques”.

The British and Loyalist establishment wanted to crush the “no-go” areas of the Bogside and the Creggan and were prepared to do so by whatever means.

On 7 January 1972 General Robert Ford declared in a memo to the commander of the British Army in Northern Ireland, General Harry Tuzo, “I am coming to the conclusion that the minimum force necessary is to shoot selected ringleaders among the Derry young hooligans after clear warnings have been issued.”

A few weeks later, Ford had his opportunity as thousands joined the Civil Rights march through Derry against internment.

Lord Saville’s report published on Tuesday, 38 years after the event, vindicates the accounts of many of the demonstrators that day and contradicts Lord Widgery’s report that was published 11 weeks after the shootings.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2010/jun/15/bloody-sunday-inquiry-key-findings

That the 14 people that were killed as a result of the actions of British Paras on that day, were innocent, did not have nail bombs on them, nor did the Paras come under fire before they started shooting.

That judgement brought great joy to the masses gathered outside Guildhall in Derry on Tuesday.

As well it might. For the state murder that happened that day, and Widgery’s whitewash less than three months later, set Northern Ireland on a cycle of violence that lasted the best part of three decades and claimed the lives of more than 3,000 people. There were never so many new recruits and there were never so many people from the Nationalist areas that joined the IRA in that period. Bloody Sunday and Widgery’s Whitewash proved that the British state would murder civilians and lie to protect the sectarian state. Taking up the armed struggle seemed to be a rational strategy, there seemed to be no other alternative.

The problem was that it produced a long and bloody stalemate. The British and local states with all their might could not defeat a force that defended and was supported in most part by the Catholic population. Equally, a few hundred volunteers could not inflict a military defeat against the resources at the hands of the British state.

Peace was achieved after a recognition of these realities, mainly from those working-class communities, both Protestant and Catholic that suffered the most at the hands of this war.

But the process has the acceptance of a sectarian divide at its heart. This is at the behest of the political establishment, British, Loyalist and Nationalist. But as has been the pattern since the state was formed in 1921, neither Catholic workers nor Protestant workers will benefit.

 

 

 

11
Jun
10

sniffer diego’s up for the cup!

The World Cup begins today but we already have a winner: and it is…unfettered, free market hard-nosed neo-liberal capitalism.

A tournament of 64 matches, each probably best described by Charlie Brooker as “22 millionaires ruining a lawn”, played thousands of miles away, is seen by the entrepreneurial as the way to make some quick and easy profits and apologists for a system in chaos as some sort of respite from the recession

http://www.guardian.co.uk/tv-and-radio/2010/jun/05/charlie-brooker-screen-burn-world-cup

Capitalists will dress up any old tat in a football shirt or the flag of your choice and demand that we buy it so that we can get behind our boys.

Its a fair point, I mean what self-respecting England fan would be without B&Q’s  England World Cup garden gnome, and for a mere £12.98 at that?

Gnome mistakes from the penalty spot...

http://www.hortweek.com/channel/GardenRetail/article/1008143/B-Q-reports-sales-fall-profits-rise-introduces-World-Cup-garden-gnome/

And since the Murdoch media empire has not as yet got a monopoly on transmitting World Cup matches, we don’t have to go the pub and pay inflated prices to watch the game, we can actually watch the games from the comfort of our own sofas.

This is a fact that has not been lost on the brewers, snack manufacturers, and major food retailers who have kicked off a whole number of World Cup promotions to entice the football couch potato

http://www.talkingretail.com/products/drinks-news/14035-heineken-uk-produces-perfect-match-for-world-cup-profit.html

It’s been said before and it’s worth making the point again, that if the England team consumed in any quantity the products that they endorse, such as the Mars Bars, the Big Macs, and the Carlsbergs, they would not have made it as professional footballers.

They would be like the rest of us, slumped on the sofa after a hard day’s work, marvelling at the skills or cursing the incompetence of guys that started their day at around 11am, knocked off around 3pm, were clueless as to what to with the rest of the day and their mountains of cash and hit the bookies or the boozer or both.

With the possible exception of Paul Gascoigne, that is. But then again, look what happened to him.

But despite all the ugliness, I love football.

I can remember when I first fell in love with the game. 

I was 9-years old, and it was the 1974 World Cup held in West Germany.  And the team in orange, played a brand of football that was as bright as their shirts. They were marshalled by Johann Cruyff, who seemed to be pulling all the strings on the field. But everyone in that side had the full range of skills, developed through a new philosophy invented by the Dutch coach Rinus Michels.

Each of those Dutch players were as proficient defensively as they were in attack, for instance Wim Suurbier was a left-winger who ended up nominally as Holland’s left-back. Total football began at Ajax of Amsterdam who won three European Cups in a row under Michels and the core of that side, Cruyff, Neeskens, Muhren and Rep, took the national side to the World Cup Final in 1974.

And with the balletic Cruyff at the centre of most moves, the Dutch were mesmirising.

They made short work of the Argentinians, brushing them aside 4-0. The World Champions Brazil, a pale imitation of the side with Pele and Gerson that had inspired millions four years earlier in Mexico, were also vanquished. Sublime goals by Cruyff and Neeskens sent them packing and set up a final with their “auld enemy”, West Germany.

The Dutch kicked the final off and the ball came to Cruyff. Not one  German got close to the ball that seemed to be glued to Cruyff’s foot as he weaved his way through white shirt after white shirt to the penalty area where he was hacked down by a German defender.

Within a minute, Neeskens blasted the ball past Sepp Maier and it seemed that the team of the tournament were destined for glory. Only Dutch arrogance changed the course of history. Instead of ploughing forward and finishing the Germans off whilst they were floored, they took their foot off the gas. The players in Orange chatted about the next step and they agreed that they would taunt Germany. Naturally, there was still a lot of bad feeling from the war. The Germans took the opportunity to get back into the game. By half-time, a Paul Breitner penalty and a typical penalty box poacher’s goal by the “Der Bomber”, Gerd Muller had put them in front. The Germans were now in control and the Dutch were in dissarray, and Franz Beckenbauer went on to lift the trophy in front of the home crowd in Munich.

And so it ended in glorious failure. But as myself and a friend were discussing recently, it left an indelible mark and seemed in a way that maybe previous generations were entranced and football had changed significantly after the Magnificent Magyars, the Hungarian team including Puskas and Kocsis of the 1950s or the 1970 Brazilian team.

I feel for later generations, the World Cups have not produced such teams: West Germany 1990, Brazil 1994 and Italy 2006 will be scarred by poor finals, the Argentinians bribed and bullied their way to victory in 1978 under a military dictatorship desperate for a home success. 1986 and 1998 were dominated by individuals, Maradona and Zidane.

1982 had two teams that got close to the Dutch Total Football mantle, the marvellous Brazilians with Eder, Zico and Falcao were mugged by match-fixer Rossi; whilst the perfect midfield trio of Giresse, Tigana and Platini were brutalised by the Germans before Italy beat Germany in the final.

So that is my hope for this year’s tournament in South Africa. The Dutch seemed to have come from nowhere. Johann Cruyff was the first Dutch player to become a professional.

An African side winning the World Cup playing attacking football would be the ideal.

Other than that, Messi scores a last minute goal with his hand against England in the final and Diego smears the World Cup in coke and invites his players over with a rolled up dollar bill.

Its The Real Thing.

08
Jun
10

Not All Of Us, John, Not All

“Labour MP John McDonnell has said he was “sorry” if he caused offence with his remarks about former Tory PM Margaret Thatcher.”

I’m sorry if I have caused offence to anyone. It was a joke and in that audience it was taken as a joke… it was taken out of context, I can see if people are upset about that and if I have caused offence to anyone of course I apologise.”

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/politics/10263076.stm

Nile Gardiner – who worked as an aide to Lady Thatcher after she left office – wrote in his Telegraph blog that Mr McDonnell should apologise “for his disgusting, undignified and menacing words” and attacked them as “a sickening disgrace and a stain on his party”.

“It is vicious language of the lowest common denominator that would shame even the worst preacher of hate,” he wrote.

Really, Nile?

Would it be the kind of joke that General Pinochet would find tasteless?

"And I murdered another political opponent like this..."

Remember General Pinochet, Nile?

You know, the former dictator of Chile who replaced the democratically-elected and popular Salvador Allende by coup, mass internment, mass torture and thousands of political assassinations.

You remember, Nile, the same man who often had tea with Thatcher and who Thatcher lobbied to have released when he was arrested for his crimes against humanity.

Maybe Nile Gardiner is more disgusted with people that make jokes about political assassinations. I mean, he has had tea with real assassins.

01
Jun
10

Picket Lines and Protest Signs

This was supposed to be a relaxing May Bank Holiday weekend.

Well, Sunday’s BA picket was fairly relaxed. 

The grounds and the clubhouse of Bedfont FC near Hatton Cross were the perfect venue for discussions with the strikers and their supporters in the trade union movement.

Delegations of teachers and civil servants brought hundreds of pounds in donations with them.

With an intransigent management led by Union-Buster General Willie Walsh, its  just as well that these workers are used to the long-haul.

At times the scenes were no different to my memories of local school and church fetes that bored me as a child: the smell of warm beer, the selection of homemade cakes, and the impromptu kickabout involving anyone between the ages of 2 and 52.

The only occasions I was reminded that I had not been transported back through time, was when an angry shout of “Scabbing Crew” went up as the odd plane flew over.

The BA dispute is currently the most important battle in the war against a class intent on making workers pay the high price of the recession.

Willie Walsh is intent on giving a lead to bosses everywhere in union-busting. Every boss will be looking on with interest so we need to get behind the strikers and get raising money in our workplaces, get down to picket-lines and get it raised in our union branches.

What is fascinating about the strike and has been touched on by others, is that the BA strikers neither fit the the Sun and the Mail’s  usual identikit stereotypes of union militants or trolley-dollys.

The determination, the vibrancy and the imagination of the BA cabin crew strikers in the face of the assault on their jobs and conditions is heart-warming.

A wee song-and-dance routine that broke out after a couple of lagers in the sunshine that wasn’t too complimentary of Walsh was enjoyed by their comrades looking on and reminded me of the karaoke that coach parties arriving at the Timex weekend mass pickets in Dundee in the early 90s.

The mass picket previously had seen many arrests, one for attempted murder by a picket who had nearly been mown down by a scab coach.

As Tommy Sherdian pointed out at the subsequent rally, the only murder that had taken place was of the classic tunes being crooned on the karaoke stage.

There is certainly something new about the struggle in 2010 and it’s the influx of new and wider layers of people.

Yesterday’s protest in London against Israel’s murderous assault on the aid flotilla for Gaza was made marvellous by the youngsters that were at the heart of the chanting – the militancy and the vibrancy never stopped.

I am reliably informed that this was repeated all over the country and in many other nations around the globe.

Special mention should go to the protestors in Manchester that gave BBC big-wigs a headache. The BBC deserve one. Their reports seemed to be dominated by Israeli officials and apologists,  just as they were a couple of years back when the siege on Gaza began in earnest. A few smashed windows is the least they deserve for failing to publicise the Disasters Emergency Committee call for humanitarian aid.

http://www.socialistworker.co.uk/art.php?id=21375

The bullies of BA are the schoolboy variety when compared to the might of a Zionist state fed state-of-the-art weapon systems by the mightiest superpower on the planet.

But nevertheless both are bullies and my hopes that our side full of Davids can take them to task increased over the holiday weekend.




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