Tuesday, September 13, 2016

From The Archives Of The International Left- Australia: 1966 Aboriginal Stockmen’s Strike

Workers Vanguard No. 1094
26 August 2016
 
Australia: 1966 Aboriginal Stockmen’s Strike
For a Class-Struggle Fight for Aboriginal Rights!



The following article is reprinted from Australasian Spartacist No. 229 (Winter 2016), newspaper of the Spartacist League of Australia.

This year marks the 50th anniversary of the courageous Aboriginal stockmen’s strike at the Wave Hill cattle station in the Northern Territory (NT). On 23 August 1966, head stockman Vincent Lingiari led 200 workers out on strike against the appalling conditions under which they were forced to live and work. They walked off with their families to a nearby welfare settlement and later set up camp at Daguragu (also known as Wattie Creek). This strike by Aboriginal workers for equal pay and conditions, and protesting the abusive treatment of Aboriginal women, provided an opportunity for class-struggle unity between Indigenous and white workers. Alongside the fight to extract improved conditions from the profit-bloated cattle companies and their government backers, this strike could have sparked broader labour struggles to draw Aboriginal workers into the organised labour movement and for full access to jobs, decent education, health and housing.
We have always referred to union support for the Wave Hill strike as a positive example of proletarian defence of Aboriginal rights. Indeed the strike prompted strong financial and other support from the ranks of powerful industrial unions across Australia. However, the struggle was derailed by the Laborite trade-union misleaders and their left-reformist Communist Party of Australia (CPA) flunkeys who did not organise to shut down production and for broad-based industrial action. The CPA helped initiate the strike and had strong influence among the Aboriginal stockmen and within the labour movement. However, they were unwilling to mobilise the necessary class struggle as this would have meant a political fight against the Laborite misleaders of the workers movement. Instead of a proletarian-centred struggle that could have challenged the racist capitalist status quo, the CPA allowed the strike to dissipate and helped to divert it into a land rights campaign.
A defining feature of Australian capitalism has always been its savage repression of Aboriginal people. With their lands taken by bloody force, the Indigenous population were then shoved off to the fringes of society to suffer hideous, all-sided racist oppression and terror. The British colonisers almost obliterated the Aboriginal people, leaving the shattered remnants of different clans who continue to be viciously oppressed today. We support any attempts by Aboriginal peoples and Torres Strait Islanders to claw back some of the land stolen from them and get whatever financial compensation they can. In those locations where Aboriginal peoples have a land base, we defend whatever measure of political autonomy they are able to wrest from governments, including the right to govern their land and control its resources.
After more than two hundred years of sustained racist barbarism, today it is clear that the only “future” on offer for Aboriginal people under capitalism is a perpetuation of the crimes of the past. As we explain in our programmatic statement, For a Workers Republic of Australia, Part of a Socialist Asia! (1998), elementary justice for Aboriginal people demands not some limited, ultimately reversible, concessions in the bosses’ courts but the expropriation of industry and agriculture through workers revolution.
There is a fundamental class divide in this society. On one side are the capitalists, the tiny layer that owns the banks, mines and industry. On the other side is the working class, which makes the wheels of industry turn. It is workers social power to stop the flow of profits that must be unleashed in defence of Aboriginal rights. The Wave Hill stockmen’s strike covered massive territory, crossed racial lines with its solidarity, and was broadly popular amongst workers. The ban by the meat-workers union on handling carcasses from the Vestey Group, who owned the Wave Hill station, points to the type of concrete industrial struggle that was necessary to win. A class-struggle leadership within the unions would have fought to bring striking Aboriginal workers into union membership and helped organise actions across the industry. It would have fought to bring out stockmen at other stations, and for bans and stoppages at meatworks and on the waterfront, to bring the racist, profit-gouging cattle barons to their knees. Such an outcome would have been a huge victory for workers in general and Aboriginal people in particular, striking a powerful blow against “White Australia” capitalism and opening up wider possibilities for struggle.
Exploitation and Protest in the North
Important historical research has uncovered much about the bloody frontier European “settlement” of Australia. This has been branded the “black armband” view of history by some right-wing defenders of the bourgeois order. They seek to deny that “White Australia” capitalism was founded on the historic near-genocide, uprooting and dispossession of Aboriginal clans. They deny that, ever since, the ruling class has treated those who survived with racist contempt. Settlers wanting land for cattle and sheep grazing drove the Aboriginal people off their land. The 19th and early 20th centuries were marked by hideous massacres. Justifying this attempted destruction of a people, Aborigines were declared a doomed race and policies were put in place to try to make that happen. From 1937, “Assimilation” of Aborigines became the official policy of all state governments. Aboriginal people of mixed descent were to be “made the same” as white people through forced assimilation. Those considered “full bloods” were to be isolated on reserves to eventually die out.
The northern cattle export industry began to grow in the 1880s. The government encouraged pastoralists to use Aboriginal people within areas they leased as more or less free labour. On horseback, Aboriginal riders were highly skilled and could muster cattle in the rough terrain of country they knew intimately. They proved to be the backbone of the northern cattle industry. After World War II, beef exports accumulated huge profits for the pastoral companies. Vesteys, a British-based conglomerate, was one of the largest. It held leases across vast areas. Pastoralists leased land from the government at exceptionally low cost and were exempt from paying Aboriginal employees if they claimed to undertake a “duty of care” to their family dependants. Old-age pensions and maternity allowances, which Aboriginal people only became entitled to receive at the end of the 1950s, were paid to mission and station managers. Women and children were used as servants on the stations, abused with virtual impunity by white station staff. As a result, Aboriginal communities lived in dire conditions, bound to employers by institutionalised poverty.
Across the country, Aboriginal lives were strictly controlled by state and federal laws. Outside the southern states of New South Wales and Victoria, Aboriginal people did not even have legal guardianship of their children. Mothers lived in fear their children would be snatched by welfare or cops, particularly if the father was thought to be white. In Queensland and the NT, which was and still is a federally administered territory, Aboriginal people were compelled to seek permission to marry, handle money, or own property. Only after WWII were some who had served in the army rewarded by being allowed to vote in federal elections. Others were only given the vote in 1962, while no Aboriginal person was counted in the population census until 1967. Most government regulations excluded Aboriginal workers from Industrial Awards that set out legally enforceable minimum wages and conditions.
For decades, Labor Party and trade-union officialdom willingly accepted state and federal governments relegating Aboriginal workers to near slave-labour conditions. The Australian Labor Party’s (ALP) origins lie in explicit rejection of class struggle following the defeat of the 1890s strike wave. The ALP represented the parliamentary embodiment of the conservative pro-capitalist politics of the white union bureaucracy. From its inception, the ALP espoused the White Australia Policy, opposing immigration of non-whites and supporting the expulsion of thousands of Chinese and Pacific Islanders. Unions jealously guarded trade and craft distinctions to limit competition for jobs from unskilled workers, youth and women. This had its reflection in the exclusion of Aboriginal and non-white immigrant workers from unions.
The North Australian Workers Union (NAWU) was the NT’s largest and most influential union. It did not struggle to organise Aboriginal workers until 1947, during a period when CPA supporters had leadership. While “communist” in name, the CPA in fact was loyal to the nationalist Stalinist bureaucracy in the Soviet Union. This parasitic caste had usurped political power from the Soviet working class following a political counterrevolution beginning in 1923-24. With its dogma of building “socialism in one country,” the Soviet bureaucracy accommodated imperialism and betrayed revolutionary struggles around the world. Supporting the line from Moscow, the Stalinist CPA cohered around a reformist program.
Despite its reformism, CPA influence had begun to grow dramatically in the 1930s. It successfully organised among the unemployed and was able to unionise downtrodden layers of the working class on waterfronts, building sites and in numerous other industries. It was during this period that the CPA also took up the cause of Aboriginal rights, pursuing this arena of work over subsequent decades. Under CPA leadership, the NAWU supported strikes by Aboriginal workers and backed a campaign for Aboriginal equality. While control of the NAWU returned to ALP right-wingers during the anti-Soviet Cold War of the 1950s, the CPA retained influence on the Darwin waterfront. In the early 1960s, the CPA established the NT Council for Aboriginal Rights (NTCAR) to challenge racist segregation. It had a majority Aboriginal membership. NTCAR carried out actions to bust anti-Aboriginal bans in pubs and theatres, protested instances of police and welfare department abuse and investigated wage grievances.
Aboriginal Workers Take Strike Action
By the mid 1960s, a period of intensifying social and class struggle had opened up in Australia. Unfolding social revolution in Vietnam sparked massive protests in the cities against the Vietnam War and conscription. Combined with powerful proletarian actions, this ignited youth and other layers to take up broader struggles. Cracks began to appear in the conservative pillars of Australian capitalist society. Women took up the fight for equal pay, job opportunities and abortion rights. A fight for Aboriginal rights gained traction amongst trade-union and leftist militants.
In 1965, under pressure from NTCAR Aboriginal militants in Darwin, the NAWU finally applied to the Conciliation and Arbitration Commission to delete a clause which excluded Aboriginal pastoral workers from the NT cattle industry Award. At this time, cattle stations were not legally required to pay Aboriginal pastoral workers, classified as “wards” of the state, any more than £3.3.3 [$63 in today’s U.S. dollars] per week. White drovers received five times as much.
Like other courts of law, Arbitration (today rebadged as the Fair Work Commission) is an arm of the bosses’ state and acts in the bosses’ interests. The Aboriginal stockmen’s case proved this yet again. In March 1966, the Commission agreed to remove the clause but deferred implementation until 1 December 1968 in order to give the wealthy pastoralists “an opportunity to consider the future of their aboriginal employees and to make arrangements for their replacement by white labour if necessary.” Even then, equal wages only had to be paid to those who were deemed capable of a standard day’s work, and provision was made for low payment to “slow workers.” Domestic workers—mainly Aboriginal women—were not covered by any Award and were granted nothing.
Dexter Daniels, an NTCAR member and NAWU Aboriginal organiser, was determined to build major strike action in response to the Commission’s ruling. Clearly only a tiny percentage of Aboriginal stockmen would get equal wages at the end of the three-year waiting period. Others would either be sacked or declared “slow workers.” Already the prospect of mustering by helicopter was being considered in the industry. Laborite NAWU secretary Paddy Carroll eventually agreed to a protest strike at Newcastle Waters, a small cattle station south of Katherine. He was opposed to striking at more than one station. On 1 May 1966, Newcastle Waters stockmen, organised by Lupgna Giari (also known as Captain Major), went on strike demanding equal wages and conditions with whites.
At that time, Frank Hardy, a well-known Communist Party supporter and talented writer and publicist, entered the fray. While an open critic of the party, Hardy was in close contact with the CPA leadership. In The Unlucky Australians (1968), his personal account of the 1966 strike, Hardy wrote that from talking with Darwin CPA members:
“...I had gathered that the NAWU was a Right-wing led Union and would not extend the aboriginal strike; Paddy Carroll, the Union’s Secretary, called the shots; strike funds coming from the South were sufficient to feed only the Newcastle Waters strikers; Dexter Daniels, the aboriginal Union organizer, was fed up and talking of leaving his job; Newcastle Waters was a small and unimportant station; strikes should have begun on big stations owned by companies like Vesteys....”
When Hardy met Dexter Daniels, Daniels reiterated what he had told the union: “The only hope my people have is to fight. The right way is to strike on more stations.... They are just waiting for me to come.” Daniels had taken leave from the NAWU in order to “help my people.” He demanded of the union leaders, “Why don’t you let my people fight?”
Hardy discussed the possibility of extending the strike with CPAer George Gibbs. Gibbs doubted Dexter Daniels could do it. Bowing to the NAWU’s Laborite leadership, he declared, “[Daniels] would have to do what Carroll told him.” Casually noting that the striking stockmen were not in the union, Gibbs later opined:
“‘The Aborigines need to act for themselves as much as possible. It’s no use white well-wishers just helping them, doing things for them, calling them out on strike then feeding them. They must be given the opportunity to fight for themselves, to organise, handle funds and form their own committees.’”
The Aboriginal stockmen were fellow workers struggling for equality! This was not a separate fight but one in which the entire working class had a stake. A revolutionary leadership of some weight within and outside the unions would have organised workers industrial actions to aid it. Already a cabal of shotgun-wielding station managers, courts, ASIO [Australian Security Intelligence Organisation] spies and others were mobilising against any serious strike action. It would take united class action to prevail.
Such a class-struggle perspective would have necessarily produced conflict with the pro-capitalist ACTU and Laborite union bureaucrats. However the CPA leadership was committed to “trade-union unity” at the top with the Labor-loyal bureaucracy. This meant playing by the rules of the industrial relations system imposed by the state that Labor aspired to run in government. Instead of preparing for class struggle, the Laborite NAWU leaders were looking to negotiations with the Australian Council of Trade Unions (ACTU), pastoral bosses and the government in Sydney on 3 August. These talks eventually led to the ACTU agreeing to a wretched deal put forward by the government and bosses for unequal wages, which Paddy Carroll recommended the NAWU accept. The NAWU Executive rightly rejected the sellout agreement.
Meanwhile Daniels, along with another NTCAR member, Clancy Roberts, and Darwin wharfie [dockworker] Nick Pagonis, travelled to the larger cattle stations at Wave Hill and Victoria River Downs to call the workers out. The Wave Hill stockmen led by Vincent Lingiari joined the strike. The NAWU was informed by telegram that the Wave Hill strike had begun. Carroll was not happy, but agreed to organise a union-funded trip to Wave Hill with supplies.
Although heavily dependent on Aboriginal labour, Vesteys’ arrogant response was to sack the stockmen rather than pay Award wages. The strike leaders knew they must extend the strike to other stations. In September the strike spread to Mt. Sanford and Helen’s Springs stations. Victory would require choking off Vestey Group operations through pulling out other stations and wider union solidarity actions. Frank Hardy and CPA supporters began to mobilise for financial backing from the unions.
In October 1966, Actors Equity (now part of the Media Entertainment & Arts Alliance) officially sponsored Dexter Daniels and Lupgna Giari on a speaking tour of southern cities to address workers and the public. Workers downed tools to hear the stockmen’s first-hand accounts of extreme exploitation and degradation at the hands of the beef barons. The Waterside Workers Federation (now part of the maritime union) donated thousands of dollars to the strike fund, while building workers in Sydney, miners in Wollongong and meatworkers, seamen and wharfies in Queensland all began a levy on their pay for the striking stockmen. Numerous other unions also contributed financial aid. This impressive groundswell of solidarity and respect for the Aboriginal strikers should have been translated into solid class actions capable of forcing Vesteys and its government backers to capitulate.
There was a hiatus from October 1966 to March 1967 during the wet season, when Aboriginal workers were usually “laid off” by the stations and expected to fend for themselves. It was considered that the conflict would resume after that. Hardy quotes Dexter Daniels during the southern speaking tour: “If the pastoralists don’t pay up before Christmas, after the wet season we will call more stations out.” Inspired by the outpouring of solidarity from unionists, Lupgna Giari declared, “If the Aborigines don’t get proper money before next muster I gotta...talk to all them stockmen. They gotta walkoff and come to camp with us at Newcastle Water. That only way.” In early 1967 some strikers accepted work on two smaller stations that made a better pay offer. The CPA-influenced NTCAR talked of bringing out all Aboriginal pastoral workers to completely paralyse the cattle industry sometime in April, but in the end nothing happened. From April to October, during the dry season, unions continued sending financial and other aid to the striking stockmen. However, in the absence of broader struggle, some demoralisation set in. There was less talk of winning equal wages and more of demanding the government return some of the lands seized from them a few generations ago.
Hardy’s account of the strike at various times points to his and, behind that, the CPA’s role in shifting the struggle into a campaign for land rights. During the crucial early period of the strike, Hardy writes:
“A great worrier at any time, I began to be plagued by doubt. The Gurindji [one of many Aboriginal peoples in NT] were on strike for wages—that was the basis for the support they were getting. The land tenure idea was a pipe dream in which I had no right to encourage them.”
But that is what he did. Following the wet season in March-April 1967, which was a pivotal time when the CPA should have been struggling to shut down production on the stations, Hardy was helping the Gurindji draft a petition to the governor-general for the excision of 600-700 square miles at Wave Hill and Victoria River Downs. This petition was rejected. In July 1968, federal Cabinet also rejected further lobbying for the granting of a piddling eight-and-a-half square miles of land in the Daguragu area. With success of the strike becoming a dim prospect, the stockmen set about establishing their own station on the land they occupied. However, separate can never be equal under capitalism. Despite their experience in the industry, the Aboriginal stockmen did not have the equipment, contacts or especially the capital to compete with the major beef exporters and their cattle station ended in failure.
The CPA and the Aboriginal Question—Some History
In the 1930s, the CPA’s program on the Aboriginal question included the call for equal wages, ending all forms of forced labour and abolishing the Aboriginal protection boards. Over the years, they opposed both compulsory assimilation and enforced segregation. That said, their 1930s demand for independent Aboriginal republics in central, northern and northwest Australia and their subsequent 1967 program, Full Human Rights for Aborigines and Torres Strait Islanders, which included talk of “self-determination” for Aboriginal people, reflected a misconception that Aboriginal people constituted a nation.
In fact Aboriginal societies were pre-national, involving many clans and different language groups, possessing in varying degrees a common cultural heritage. For Marxists, self-determination means the right to national independence. It was the development of capitalism which drove the formation of the nation-state in its modern sense. What is decisive is contiguous mutual economic exchange continued over a period of time, which develops into a coherent political economy. The possibility of the independent development of Indigenous people into a modern nation was brutally and bloodily foreclosed by the British colonisers.
Despite their non-Marxist approach to the national question and their deep reformism, the CPA did show some semblance of a grappling with the special questions posed by Aboriginal oppression. They took up Aboriginal struggles, energetically exposing the vicious government oppression and persecution of Indigenous people to a broad working-class audience.
World War II had a big impact on Aborigines in northern Australia, who were drawn into paid work as a result of labour shortages. Wartime work brought the formerly strictly segregated Aboriginal people together with socialist-minded unionists and soldiers. Many of these encounters were eye-opening for both parties. Through their work, the CPA attracted Aboriginal members, who became capable, committed cadre.
The first important strike by Aboriginal workers broke out in May 1946 on the sheep stations of the Pilbara in northwestern Australia. The workers had wanted to strike earlier, but the CPA held them back so as not to affect the Australian imperialist “war effort.” The CPA backed the wartime Labor government, helping to restrain class struggle and prevent strikes. In line with the Moscow Stalinists, the CPA threw its support behind the “Allies” in the interimperialist slaughter of World War II. Siding with the imperialist forces to the end, they published a racist anti-Japanese “cartoon” that celebrated the criminal A-bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. In contrast, Trotskyists opposed all the imperialist combatants while standing for the unconditional military defence of the Soviet Union. Despite its Stalinist degeneration, the USSR was still a workers state where capitalist and landlord exploitation had been overthrown.
After the Pilbara strike began, Don McLeod, a white CPA activist, and two Aboriginal leaders were thrown into jail for organising the strikers. The Aboriginal strikers marched on the jail and McLeod was freed. The CPA organised support committees for the Pilbara strike in Perth. But it was when the CPA-influenced Western Australian branch of the Seamen’s Union refused to handle wool from the struck stations in June 1949 that concessions were quickly won. This did not come easily. The leadership of the Australian Workers Union (AWU) directed members to break the seamen’s bans. But, rejecting their leaders’ treachery, AWU unionists refused to scab and solidarised with the Seamen’s Union and the Aboriginal workers. By late July, the Seamen’s Union declared that the Department of Native Affairs had agreed to improved wages and conditions for the striking workers. In October, the CPA’s Tribune reported that all Aboriginal men remaining in jail for “enticing natives” from stations had been released.
The CPA attracted to its ranks not only worker militants but intellectuals in a country that despised both. During the 1950s, the party was almost driven underground. As the Cold War anti-communist climate wore on, the CPA lost members but managed to remain influential in some key unions. Over time it became less and less distinguishable from the Laborite bureaucracy. In the early 1960s, it lost a substantial chunk of cadre who switched allegiance to Beijing. Activity outside the unions became focused on building myriad front groups for “peace” and civil rights. After the Soviet intervention in Czechoslovakia in 1968 the CPA split again. A pro-Moscow minority formed the Socialist Party in 1971. With a dwindling and aging membership, the majority broke from Moscow and embraced “Eurocommunism,” environmentalism and New Left identity politics.
Enter Gough Whitlam’s Labor Government
In 1972, with jackal Australian imperialism, alongside its U.S. ally, embroiled in a losing war against the Vietnamese Revolution, the Liberal/Country Party government was tossed from office and the Labor Party elected. The new prime minister, Gough Whitlam, was sharply aware that “White Australia” impeded Australian business interests, not least with Japan, the growing imperialist economic powerhouse in the region. Aiming to project a more tolerant and multiracial society to promote Australian imperialism’s interests, Whitlam helped end the ALP’s embrace of “White Australia.” The federal government assumed national responsibility for Aboriginal health, education and welfare, and the first land rights legislation was drafted. Three years later, in August 1975, Whitlam poured a symbolic “handful of sand” into the palms of Vincent Lingiari. Vesteys had agreed to give up some of their lease to the Gurindji people. Just months later, the Labor government was sacked by the governor-general, Sir John Kerr, provoking an angry response from workers on a mass scale [see “Class Struggle and the 1975 Ouster of the Whitlam Government,” WV No. 1069, 29 May 2015]. Whitlam had seen fit to appoint Kerr as governor-general. Nine years earlier, Kerr had been lawyering for the bosses in the Arbitration Commission against equal pay for Aboriginal workers!
During the early days of the Whitlam government, many workers were euphoric, and reformists such as the CPA pumped illusions in reforming racist Australian capitalism. Brian Manning, a Darwin waterfront unionist and Communist Party organiser who was centrally involved with the Wave Hill strike, noted in 2002, “With the election of the Whitlam government major policy changes saw the introduction of consultative organisations in the NT. The NTCAR became redundant.” The “consultative organisations” referred to by Manning were government-run bodies such as the National Aboriginal Consultative Committee to which Aboriginal and other militants were co-opted by the Labor government.
Since Whitlam’s time, the Wave Hill strike and walk-off has been celebrated by liberals, reformists and many Aboriginal people as purely a land rights struggle. Today, the liberal bourgeoisie has sought to appropriate Vincent Lingiari and the Gurindji struggle. In 2001 the Lingiari Foundation was formed to promote Indigenous leadership and reconciliation. “Reconciliation” was the brainchild of former Labor prime minister Paul Keating. It aimed to cover up the ALP government’s knifing of land rights following the 1992 Mabo decision [High Court ruling recognizing historic Aboriginal rights to land] and the soaring Aboriginal deaths in custody under the Hawke/Keating governments. For the bourgeoisie, reconciliation means they are absolved of their past and present crimes while Aboriginal people are supposed to resign themselves to the all-sided racist oppression that comes with capitalist rule. Every social index confirms that Aboriginal people continue to suffer horrendous deprivation and face deadly state terror.
We Need a Revolutionary Workers Party
In 2006, just five years after the Lingiari Foundation was set up, one of the three surviving elders who took part in the Wave Hill strike, 78-year-old Julama Limbunya, was found dead in the outback, a victim of brutal state neglect. Limbunya had been dumped at a remote NT airstrip after being released from hospital. Still suffering from pneumonia, almost blind and barely able to walk, he was left to die in broiling heat without food or water.
The Liberal/National Coalition government of John Howard began a police/military Intervention into NT Aboriginal communities in 2007. This shattered any semblance of self-government remote Aboriginal communities may have enjoyed, bringing down police terror across northern Australia. As well as being a naked land grab in the service of wealthy mining magnates, the Intervention also saw the overturn of the 1975 Racial Discrimination Act in order to reimpose “special treatment” on outback Aboriginal people. Their pitifully ill-serviced homes were raided by cops searching for forbidden alcohol and “pornography.” Their welfare payments were “quarantined.” Their children, having been denied elementary medical care by the state, were peered at for evidence of sexual activity. Wholesale the menfolk were smeared as “child molesters.” Under the Intervention, thousands of Aboriginal children are once again being snatched from their parents.
The Labor “Opposition” backed Howard’s NT Intervention and continued to prosecute it after winning federal office later in 2007. Early the following year, the new Labor prime minister, Kevin Rudd, made a hypocritical “Sorry” speech to the “Stolen Generations”—the thousands ripped away from their Aboriginal mothers by state authorities over a period of 150 years. Pointedly Rudd’s apology did not offer any compensation. Its purpose was to sugar-coat the NT Intervention while co-opting liberals and Aboriginal leaders.
The stark fact is that in this capitalist society, whether run by the Tory Liberals or their Labor rivals, Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples have no chance of a decent future. Indigenous people need access to jobs and union wages and massive education, health and housing programs, including provision of electricity and clean water. This is not rocket science, but the bourgeoisie will never provide such necessities. The future of Aboriginal rights lies with the class struggle. Workers struggles and those of the Indigenous peoples will either go forward together or fall back separately.
A fighting labour movement would not only use its power to champion Indigenous rights, but also take concrete steps such as union-run recruitment and training programs to break the cycle of chronic Aboriginal unemployment and marginalisation. It must also be mobilised against acts of racist state terror to make it clear that Aboriginal people do not stand alone in their struggles. The Spartacist League demands that whatever rights Indigenous people have extracted, and are able to extract, through agreements be respected. In some cases, Aboriginal land rights may come up against socially useful developments such as railways or oil and gas pipelines. Aboriginal peoples should receive generous compensation for any deprivation of land or disruption of activity, based on completely consensual agreement. Only a workers government, based on a centralised, planned economy that serves human need not profit, will guarantee these conditions.
The fight for Aboriginal rights is a litmus test for those aspiring to lead the working class. A party that does not emblazon defence of the most downtrodden on its banner can never succeed in leading the proletariat against its class enemy. We seek to build a multiracial Leninist-Trotskyist workers party that acts as a tribune of the people. Taking up the fight against all manifestations of capitalist oppression is key to mobilising the most advanced layers of the working class in the struggle for socialist revolution. To open up a future for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples requires establishing an egalitarian socialist society. As we state in our programmatic statement:
“Only the destruction of capitalism can hold out the possibility of voluntary integration, on the basis of full equality, for those Aboriginal people who desire it, and the fullest possible autonomy for those who do not, and make it possible to address the special needs created by more than two centuries of injustice and oppression.”
We Marxists of the Spartacist League stand for a class-struggle fight for Aboriginal rights as part of the fight to overthrow this brutal, racist, exploitative system. For a workers republic of Australia, part of a socialist Asia!

*****From The Pen Of American Communist Party Founder And Trotskyist Leader James P. Cannon

*****From The Pen Of American Communist Party Founder And Trotskyist Leader James P. Cannon


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From The Pen Of Josh Breslin

Back in the early 1970s after they had worked out between themselves the rudiment of what had gone wrong with the May Day 1971 actions in Washington, D.C. Sam Eaton and Ralph Morris began some serious study of leftist literature from an earlier time, from back earlier in the century. Those May Day anti-Vietnam War actions, ill-conceived as they in the end turned out to be, centered on the proposition that if the American government would not close down the damn blood-sucking war then they, those thousands that participated in the actions, would close down the government. All Sam, Ralph and those thousands of others got for their efforts was a round-up into the bastinado. Sam had been picked off in the round-up on Pennsylvania Avenue as his group (his “affinity group” for the action) had been on their way to “capture” the White House. Ralph and his affinity group of ex-veterans and their supporters were rounded-up on Massachusetts Avenues heading toward the Pentagon (they had no plans to capture that five-sided building, at least they were unlike Sam’s group not that naïve, just surround it like had occurred in an anti-war action in 1967 which has been detailed in Norman Mailer’s prize-winning book Armies Of The Night). For a time RFK (Robert F. Kennedy) Stadium, the home of the Washington Redskins football team) had been the main holding area for those arrested and detained. The irony of being held in a stadium named after the martyred late President’s younger brother and lightening rod for almost all anti-war and “newer world” political dissent before he was assassinated in the bloody summer of 1968 and in a place where football, a sport associated in many radical minds with all that was wrong with the American system was lost on Sam and Ralph at the time and it was only later, many decades later, as they were sitting in a bar in Boston across from the JFK Federal Building on one of their periodic reunions when Ralph was in town that Sam had picked up that connection.

Sam, from Carver in Massachusetts, who had been a late convert to the anti-war movement in 1969 after his closest high school friend, Jeff Mullin, had been blown away in some jungle town in the Central Highlands was like many late converts to a cause a “true believer,” had taken part in many acts of civil disobedience at draft boards, including the one in hometown Carver, federal buildings and military bases. From an indifference, no that’s not right, from a mildly patriotic average young American citizen that you could find by the score hanging around Mom and Pop variety stores, pizza parlors, diners, and bowling alleys in the early 1960s, he had become a long-haired bearded “hippie anti-warrior.” Not too long though by the standards of “youth nation” of the day since he was running a small print shop in Carver in order to support his mother and four younger sisters after his father had passed away suddenly of a massive heart attack in 1965 which exempted him from military service. Not too short either since those “squares” were either poor bastards who got tagged by the military and had to wear their hair short an appearance which stuck out in towns like Cambridge, Ann Arbor, Berkeley and L.A. when the anti-war movement started embracing the increasingly frustrated and anti-war soldiers that  they were beginning to run across or, worse, cops before they got “hip” to the idea that guys wearing short hair, no beard, looked like they had just taken a bath, and wore plaid short-sleeved shirts and chinos might as well have a bulls-eye target on their backs surveilling the counter-cultural crowd.

Ralph, from Troy, New York, had been working in his father’s electrical shop which had major orders from General Electric the big employer in the area when he got his draft notice and had decided to enlist in order to avoid being an 11B, an infantryman, a grunt, “cannon fodder,” although he would not have known to call it that at the time, that would come later. He had expected to go into something which he knew something about in the electrical field at least that is what the recruiting sergeant in Albany had “promised” him. But in the year 1967 (and 1968 too since he had extended his tour six months to get out of the service a little early) what the military needed in Vietnam whatever else they might have needed was “cannon fodder,” guys to go out into the bushes and kill commies. Simple as that. And that was what Ralph Morris, a mildly patriotic average young American citizen, no that is not right, a very patriotic average young American citizen that you could also find by the score hanging around Mom and Pop variety stores, pizza parlors, diners, and bowling alleys in the early 1960s, did. But see he got “religion” up there in Pleiku, up there in the bush and so when he had been discharged from the Army in late 1969 he was in a rage against the machine. Sure he had gone back to the grind of his father’s electrical shop but he was out of place just then, out of sorts, needed to find an outlet for his anger at what he had done, what had happened to buddies very close to him, what buddies had done, and how the military had made them animals, nothing less. (Ralph after his father retired would take over the electric shop business on his own in 1991 and would thereafter give it to his son to take over after he retired in 2011.)

One day he had gone to Albany on a job for his father and while on State Street he had seen a group of guys in mismatched military garb marching in the streets without talking, silent which was amazing in itself from what he had previously seen of such marches and just carrying a big sign-Vietnam Veterans Against The War (VVAW) and nobody stopped them, no cops, nobody, nobody yelled “commie” either or a lot of other macho stuff that he and his hang out guys used to do in Troy when some peaceniks held peace vigils in the square. The civilian on-lookers held their tongues that day although Ralph knew that the whole area still retained a lot of residual pro-war feeling just because America was fighting somewhere for something. He parked his father’s truck and walked over to the march just to watch at first. Some guy in a tattered Marine mismatched uniform wearing Chuck Taylor sneakers in the march called out to the crowd for anybody who had served in Vietnam, served in the military to join them shouting out their military affiliation as they did so. Ralph almost automatically blurred out-“First Air Cav” and walked right into the street. There were other First Air Cav guys there that day so he was among kindred. So yeah, Ralph did a lot of actions with VVAW and with “civilian” collectives who were planning more dramatic actions. Ralph always would say later that if it hadn’t been for getting “religion” on the war issue and doing all those political actions then he would have gone crazy, would have wound up like a lot of guys he would see later at the VA, see out in the cardboard box for a home streets, and would not until this day have supported in any way he could, although lately not physically since his knee replacement, those who had the audacity to march for the “good old cause.”                          


That is the back story of a relationship has lasted until this day, an unlikely relationship in normal times and places but in that cauldron of the early 1970s when the young, even the not so very young, were trying to make heads or tails out of what was happening in a world they did not crate, and were not asked about there were plenty of such stories, although most did not outlast that search for the newer world when the high tide of the 1960s ebbed in the mid-1970s. Ralph had noticed while milling around the football field waiting for something to happen, waiting to be released, Sam had a VVAW button on his shirt and since he did not recognize Sam from any previous VVAW action had asked if he was a member of the organization and where. Sam told him the story of his friend Jeff Mullin and of his change of heart about the war, and about doing something about ending the damn thing. That got them talking, talking well into the first night of their captivity when they found they had many things in common coming from deeply entrenched working-class cultures. (You already know about Troy. Carver is something like the cranberry bog capital of the world even today although the large producers dominate the market unlike when Sam was a kid and the small Finnish growers dominated the market and town life. The town moreover has turned into something of a bedroom community for the high-tech industry that dots U.S. 495.) After a couple of days in the bastinado Sam and Ralph hunger, thirsty, needing a shower after suffering through the Washington humidity heard that people were finding ways of getting out to the streets through some side exits. They decided to surreptiously attempt an “escape” which proved successful and they immediately headed through a bunch of letter, number and state streets on the Washington city grid toward Connecticut Avenue heading toward Silver Springs trying to hitchhike out of the city. A couple of days later having obtained a ride through from Trenton, New Jersey to Providence, Rhode Island they headed to Sam’s mother’s place in Carver. Ralph stayed there a few days before heading back home to Troy. They had agreed that they would keep in contact and try to figure out what the hell went wrong in Washington that week. After making some connections through some radicals he knew in Cambridge to live in a commune Sam asked Ralph to come stay with him for the summer and try to figure out that gnarly problem. Ralph did, although his father was furious since he needed his help on a big GE contract for the Defense Department but Ralph was having none of that.    


So in the summer of 1971 Sam and Ralph began to read that old time literature, although Ralph admitted he was not much of a reader and some of the stuff was way over his head, Sam’s too. Mostly they read socialist and communist literature, a little of the old IWW (Wobblie) stuff since they both were enthrall to the exploits of the likes of Big Bill Haywood out West which seemed to dominate the politics of that earlier time. They had even for a time joined a loose study group sponsored by one of the myriad “red collectives” that had sprung up like weeds in the Cambridge area. Both thought it ironic at the time, and others who were questioning the direction the “movement” was heading in stated the same thing when they were in the study groups, that before that time in the heyday of their anti-war activity everybody dismissed the old white guys (a term not in common use then like now) like Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, and their progeny as irrelevant. Now everybody was glued to the books.


It was from that time that Sam and Ralph got a better appreciation of a lot of the events, places, and personalities from the old time radicals. Events like the start of May Day in 1886 as an international working class holiday which they had been clueless about despite the   May Day actions, the Russian Revolutions, the Paris Commune, the Chinese Revolutions, August 1914 as a watershed against war, the Communist International, those aforementioned radicals Marx, Lenin, Trostky, adding in Mao, Che, Fidel, Ho whose names were on everybody’s tongue (and on posters in every bedroom) even if the reason for that was not known. Most surprising of all were the American radicals like Haywood, Browder, Cannon, Foster, and others who nobody then, or almost nobody cared to know about at all.

As they learned more information about past American movements Sam, the more interested writer of such pieces began to write appreciation of past events, places and personalities. His first effort was to write something about the commemoration of the 3 Ls (Lenin, Luxemburg, and Liebknecht) started by the Communist International back in the 1920s in January 1972, the first two names that he knew from a history class in junior college and the third not at all. After that he wrote various pieces like the one below about the labor party question in the United States (leftist have always posed their positions as questions; the women question, the black question, the party question, the Russian question and so on so Sam decided to stick with the old time usage.) Here is what he had to say then which he had recently freshly updated. Sam told Ralph after he had read and asked if he was still a “true believer” said a lot of piece he would still stand by today:      


 
Frank Jackman comment on founding member James P. Cannon and the early American Communist Party taken from a book review, James P. Cannon and the Early American Communist Party, on the “American Left History” blog:

If you are interested in the history of the American Left or are a militant trying to understand some of the past mistakes of our history and want to know some of the problems that confronted the early American Communist Party and some of the key personalities, including James Cannon, who formed that party this book is for you.

At the beginning of the 21st century after the demise of the Soviet Union and the apparent ‘death of communism’ it may seem fantastic and utopian to today’s militants that early in the 20th century many anarchist, socialist, syndicalist and other working class militants of this country coalesced to form an American Communist Party. For the most part, these militants honestly did so in order to organize an American socialist revolution patterned on and influenced by the Russian October Revolution of 1917. James P. Cannon represents one of the important individuals and faction leaders in that effort and was in the thick of the battle as a central leader of the Party in this period. Whatever his political mistakes at the time, or later, one could certainly use such a militant leader today. His mistakes were the mistakes of a man looking for a revolutionary path.

For those not familiar with this period a helpful introduction by the editors gives an analysis of the important fights which occurred inside the party. That overview highlights some of the now more obscure personalities (a helpful biographical glossary is provided), where they stood on the issues and insights into the significance of the crucial early fights in the party.

These include questions which are still relevant today; a legal vs. an underground party; the proper attitude toward parliamentary politics; support to third- party bourgeois candidates;trade union policy; class-war prisoner defense as well as how to rein in the intense internal struggle of the various factions for organizational control of the party. This makes it somewhat easier for those not well-versed in the intricacies of the political disputes which wracked the early American party to understand how these questions tended to pull it in on itself. In many ways, given the undisputed rise of American imperialism in the immediate aftermath of World War I, this is a story of the ‘dog days’ of the party. Unfortunately, that rise combined with the international ramifications of the internal disputes in the Russian Communist Party and in the Communist International shipwrecked the party as a revolutionary party toward the end of this period.

In the introduction the editors motivate the purpose for the publication of the book by stating the Cannon was the finest Communist leader that America had ever produced. This an intriguing question. The editors trace their political lineage back to Cannon’s leadership of the early Communist Party and later after his expulsion to the Trotskyist Socialist Workers Party so their perspective is obvious. What does the documentation provided here show? I would argue that the period under study represented Cannon’s apprenticeship. Although the hothouse politics of the early party clarified some of the issues of revolutionary strategy for him I believe that it was not until he linked up with Trotsky in the late 1920’s that he became the kind of leader who could lead a revolution. Of course, since Cannon never got a serious opportunity to lead revolutionary struggles in America this is mainly reduced to speculation on my part. Later books written by him make the case better. One thing is sure- in his prime he had the instincts to want to lead a revolution.

As an addition to the historical record of this period this book is a very good companion to the two-volume set by Theodore Draper - The Roots of American Communism and Soviet Russia and American Communism- the definitive study on the early history of the American Communist Party. It is also a useful companion to Cannon’s own The First Ten Years of American Communism. I would add that this is something of a labor of love on the part of the editors. This book was published at a time when the demise of the former Soviet Union and Eastern Europe was in full swing and anything related to Communist studies was deeply discounted. Nevertheless, for better or worse, the American Communist Party (and its offshoots) needs to be studied as an ultimately flawed example of a party that failed in its mission to create a radical version of society in America. Now is the time to study this history.
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BOOK REVIEW

NOTEBOOK OF AN AGITATOR- JAMES P. CANNON, PATHFINDER PRESS, NEW YORK, 1971


If you are interested in the history of the American Left or are a militant trying to understand some of the past lessons of our history concerning the socialist response to various social and labor questions this book is for you. This book is part of a continuing series of the writings of James P. Cannon that was published by the organization he founded, the Socialist Workers Party, in the 1970’s. Look in this space for other related reviews of this series of documents on and by an important American Communist.

In the introduction the editors motivate the purpose for the publication of the book by stating the Cannon was the finest Communist leader that America had ever produced. This an intriguing question. The editors trace their political lineage back to Cannon’s leadership of the early Communist Party and later after his expulsion to the Trotskyist Socialist Workers Party so their perspective is obvious. What does the documentation provided here show? This certainly is the period of Cannon’s political maturation, especially after his long collaboration working with Trotsky. The period under discussion- from the 1920’s when he was a leader of the American Communist Party to the red-baiting years after World War II- started with his leadership of the fight against the degeneration of the Russian Revolution and then later against those who no longer wanted to defend the gains of the Russian Revolution despite the Stalinist degeneration of that revolution. Cannon won his spurs in those fights and in his struggle to orient those organizations toward a revolutionary path. One thing is sure- in his prime which includes this period- Cannon had the instincts to want to lead a revolution and had the evident capacity to do so. That he never had an opportunity to lead a revolution is his personal tragedy and ours as well.

I note here that among socialists, particularly the non-Stalinist socialists of those days, there was controversy on what to do and, more importantly, what forces socialists should support. If you want to find a more profound response initiated by revolutionary socialists to the social and labor problems of those days than is evident in today’s leftist responses to such issues Cannon’s writings here will assist you. I draw your attention to the early part of the book when Cannon led the Communist-initiated International Labor Defense (ILD), most famously around the fight to save the anarchists Sacco and Vanzetti here in Massachusetts. That campaign put the Communist Party on the map for many workers and others unfamiliar with the party’s work. For my perspective the early class-war prisoner defense work was exemplary.

The issue of class-war prisoners is one that is close to my heart. I support the work of the Partisan Defense Committee, Box 99 Canal Street Station, New York, N.Y 10013, an organization which traces its roots and policy to Cannon’s ILD. That policy is based on an old labor slogan- ‘An injury to one is an injury to all’ therefore I would like to write a few words here on Cannon’s conception of the nature of the work. As noted above, Cannon (along with Max Shachtman and Martin Abern and Cannon’s long time companion Rose Karsner who would later be expelled from American Communist Party for Trotskyism with him and who helped him form what would eventually become the Socialist Workers Party) was assigned by the party in 1925 to set up the American section of the International Red Aid known here as the International Labor Defense.

It is important to note here that Cannon’s selection as leader of the ILD was insisted on by the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW) because of his pre-war association with that organization and with the prodding of “Big Bill’ Haywood, the famous labor organizer exiled in Moscow. Since many of the militants still languishing in prison were anarchists or syndicalists the selection of Cannon was important. The ILD’s most famous early case was that of the heroic anarchist workers, Sacco and Vanzetti. The lessons learned in that campaign show the way forward in class-war prisoner defense.

I believe that it was Trotsky who noted that, except in the immediate pre-revolutionary and revolutionary periods, the tasks of militants revolve around the struggle to win democratic and other partial demands. The case of class-war legal defense falls in that category with the added impetus of getting the prisoners back into the class struggle as quickly as possible. The task then is to get them out of prison by mass action for their release. Without going into the details of the Sacco and Vanzetti case the two workers had been awaiting execution for a number of years and had been languishing in jail. As is the nature of death penalty cases various appeals on various grounds were tried and failed and they were then in imminent danger of execution.

Other forces outside the labor movement were also interested in the Sacco and Vanzetti case based on obtaining clemency, reduction of their sentences to life imprisonment or a new trial. The ILD’s position was to try to win their release by mass action- demonstrations, strikes and other forms of mass mobilization. This strategy obviously also included, in a subordinate position, any legal strategies that might be helpful to win their freedom. In this effort the stated goal of the organization was to organize non-sectarian class defense but also not to rely on the legal system alone portraying it as a simple miscarriage of justice. The organization publicized the case worldwide, held conferences, demonstrations and strikes on behalf of Sacco and Vanzetti. Although the campaign was not successful and the pair were executed in 1927 it stands as a model for class war prisoner defense. Needless to say, the names Sacco and Vanzetti continue to be honored to this day wherever militants fight against this system.

I also suggest a close look at Cannon’s articles in the early 1950’s. Some of them are solely of historical interest around the effects of the red purges on the organized labor movement at the start of the Cold War. Others, however, around health insurance, labor standards, the role of the media and the separation of church and state read as if they were written in 2014 That’s a sorry statement to have to make any way one looks at it.

*****I Hear The Voice Of My Arky Angel-Once Again-With Angel Iris Dement In Mind

*****I Hear The Voice Of My Arky Angel-Once Again-With Angel Iris Dement In Mind

 
 
 
From The Pen Of Frank Jackman  


SWEET FORGIVENESS (Iris DeMent)

(c) 1992 Songs of Iris/Forerunner Music, Inc. ASCAP

Sweet forgiveness, that's what you give to me

when you hold me close and you say "That's all over"

You don't go looking back,

you don't hold the cards to stack,

you mean what you say.

Sweet forgiveness, you help me see

I'm not near as bad as I sometimes appear to be

When you hold me close and say

"That's all over, and I still love you"

There's no way that I could make up for those angry words I said

Sometimes it gets to hurting and the pain goes to my head

Sweet forgiveness, dear God above

I say we all deserve a taste of this kind of love

Someone who'll hold our hand,

and whisper "I understand, and I still love you"

AFTER YOU'RE GONE (Iris DeMent)

(c) 1992 Songs of Iris/Forerunner Music, Inc. ASCAP

There'll be laughter even after you're gone

I'll find reasons to face that empty dawn

'cause I've memorized each line in your face

and not even death can ever erase the story they tell to me

I'll miss you, oh how I'll miss you

I'll dream of you and I'll cry a million tears

but the sorrow will pass and the one thing that will last

is the love that you've given to me

There'll be laughter even after you're gone

I'll find reason and I'll face that empty dawn

'cause I've memorized each line in your face

and not even death could ever erase the story they tell to me

Every once in a while I have to tussle, go one on one with the angels, or a single angel is maybe a better way to put it. No, not the heavenly ones or the ones who burden your shoulders when you have a troubled heart but every once in a while I need a shot of my Arky angel, Iris Dement. Now while I don’t want to get into a dissertation about the thing, you know, that old medieval Thomist argument about how many angels can fit on the end of a needle. Or, Jesus,  or get into playing sides in the struggle between pliant wimpy god-like angels and defiant hellion devil-like angels in the battles in the heavens over who would rule the universe that the great revolutionary English poet from the time of the 17th century  English revolution of blessed memory, you know old Jehovah fearing Oliver Cromwell time, John Milton, when he got seriously exercised over that notion in Paradise Lost.  However  I do believe we our faced, vocally faced with someone who could go mano y mano with whoever wants to enter into the lists against her.

Yes, and I know too that that “angel,” earthly material five feet plus of flesh and bone angel thing has been played out much too much in the world music scene, the popular music scene, you know rock and roll in the old days and now mainly hip-hop. You could hardly live a 1950s childhood extending into a 1960 coming of age teenage-hood  without being bombarded by every kind of angel every time you put your quarter in the jukebox especially if the other hand attached to that quarter, as it usually was had been your everlovin’ dreamy date who just had to hear you compare her to the Earth Angel of the then currently popular song.

On a more sober note when some poor by the midnight telephone (now cellphone, okay, Smartphone) girl was beside herself when her Johnny did not call at nine like he said he would and she wanted to deny reality, a reality pointed out to her by her best friend one Monday morning before school talkfest that her Johnny Angel just couldn’t keep one girl happy but had to play the field (including an almost successful run at that best girlfriend). Going to the distaff side (nice old-fashioned word, right) some Honky-Tonk Angel who was lured into the night life, who went back to the wild side of life where the wine and liquor flowed and she was just waiting there to be anybody’s darling who would eventually be done in by her own her own hubris, Hank’s morbid angel of death that seemed to hover over his every move until the big crash out, until the lights flickered out.

There’s my favorite, no question, though showing just how recklessly secular the angel angle could spin on a platter, no question, Teen Angel. And this will put paid to the notion that the teens in those days were any smarter in going about the business of being a teenager than today’s crop. Let me give few details and if you don’t believe me then just go God Google the lyrics and be done with it. Some, I don’t know how else to say it although I will give advanced apologies to the rest of women-kind, some maybe sixteen year old bimbo of unknown intelligence but you decide for yourselves once you hear the story line  and of unknown looks whose boyfriend’s car got stuck on a railroad track one Friday date night after a full course of heavy breathing, you can figure the doing what part, down at the local beach, the boyfriend got her out safely and yet she went running back, running back to get his two-bit class ring, a ring that he had probably given to half the girls in school before her, and did not come out alive. Of course the guy was broken up about it, probably personally wrote the words to the song for the guy who sang the song for all I know but let’s leave it at this since I don’t like to speak unkindly of the dead, even the reckless dead, RIP, sister, RIP.

So that's off my chest.  No, that fleet of angle-tipped songs are strictly from nowhere, I will take my sensible Arky angel, take her with a little sinning on the side if you can believe there is any autobiographical edge to some of the songs she sings, take her with a little forlorn lilt in her voice, take her since she has seen the seedy side of life. Seen “from hunger” days and heart hurts. Yeah, that is how I like my angels. Alive as hell and well.                 

Every once in a while when I am blue, not a Billie Holiday blue, the blues down in the depths when you have to just hear her, flower in hair, maybe junked up, maybe clean, hell, it did not matter, when she hit her stride, and she “spoke” you out of your miseries, but maybe just a passing blue I needed to hear a voice that if there was an angel heaven voice Iris would be the one I would want to hear.    

I first heard Iris DeMent doing a cover of a folksinger-songwriter Greg Brown’s tribute to Jimmy Rodgers, the old time Texas yodeler discovered around same time as the original Carter Family in the late 1920s out in some Podunk town in Tennessee when the new-fangled radio and the upstart small independent record companies were desperate for roots music to feed their various clienteles whatever soap, flour, detergent, deodorant their hungry advertisers had to sell, on his tribute album, Driftless. I then looked for her solo albums and for the most part was blown away by the power of Iris’ voice, her piano accompaniment and her lyrics (which are contained in the liner notes of her various albums, read them, please). It is hard to type her style. Is it folk? Is it Country Pop? Is it semi-torch songstress? Well, whatever it maybe that Arky angel is a listening treat, especially if you are in a sentimental mood.

Naturally when I find some talent that “speaks” to me I grab everything they sing, write, paint, or act I can find. In Iris’ case there is not a lot of recorded work, with the recent addition of Sing The Delta just four albums although she had done many back-ups or harmonies with other artists most notably John Prine. Still what has been recorded blew me away (and will blow you away), especially as an old Vietnam War era veteran her There is a Wall in Washington about the guys who found themselves on the Vietnam Memorial without asking for the privilege or knowing what the hell they were fighting for in that hellish war, probably one of the best anti-war songs you will ever hear. That memorial containing names very close to me, to my heart and I shed a tear each time I even go near the memorial when I am in D.C. It is fairly easy to write a Give Peace a Chance or Where Have All the Flowers Gone? sings-song type of anti-war song. It is another to capture the pathos of what happened to too many families when we were unable to stop that war.

The streets of my old-time growing up neighborhood are filled with memories of guys I knew, guys who didn’t make it back, guys who couldn’t adjust coming back to the “real world” and wound up in flop houses, half-way houses, and along railroad “jungle” camps and also strangely enough these days given my own experiences guys who could not get over their not going into the service, in retrospect, to experience the decisive event of our generation, the generation of ‘68.

Other songs that have drawn my attention like When My Morning Comes hit home with all the baggage working class kids have about their inferiority when they screw up in this world. Walking Home Alone evokes all the humor, bathos, pathos and sheer exhilaration of saying one was able to survive, and not badly, after growing up poor, Arky poor amid the riches of America. (That may be the “connection” as I grew up through my father coal country Hazard, Kentucky poor.)  

Frankly, and I admit this publicly in this space, I love Ms. Iris Dement. Not personally, of course, but through her voice, her lyrics and her musical presence. This “confession” may seem rather startling coming from a guy who in this space is as likely to go on and on about Bolsheviks, ‘Che’, Leon Trotsky, high communist theory and the like. Especially, as well given Iris’ seemingly simple quasi- religious themes and commitment to paying homage to her rural background in song. All such discrepancies though go out the window here. Why?

Well, for one, this old radical got a lump in his throat the first time he heard her voice. Okay, that happens sometimes-once- but why did he have the same reaction on the fifth and twelfth hearings? Explain that. I can easily enough. If, on the very, very remotest chance, there is a heaven then I know one of the choir members. Enough said. By the way give a listen to Out Of The Fire and Mornin’ Glory. Then you too will be in love with Ms. Iris Dement.

Iris, here is my proposal, once again. (I have made the offer in other spaces reviewing her work more seriously.) If you get tired of fishing up in the U.P., or wherever, with Mr. Greg Brown, get bored with his endless twaddle about old Iowa farms and buxom aunts, about the trials and tribulations of Billy from the hills, or going on and on about Grandma's fruit cellar just whistle. Better yet just yodel like you did on Jimmie Rodgers Going Home on that Driftless CD. Okay.