Saturday, December 24, 2016

Remembering the Christmas Truce

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We follow the example set by the Christmas Truce soldiers who rejected militarism and the glorification of war. We call on the nation to honor veterans and all those who have died in war by working for peace and the prevention of war. As Veterans For Peace, we know that peace is possible.

During the Christmas of 1914, soldiers on multiple fronts of the First World War put their weapons down and made an unofficial and illegal truce. When the celebrations ended, many would not go back to war with each other. The popular story has been re-told many times as a Christmas miracle.  It serves as heartening proof that beneath the brutal clash of weapons, the soldiers' essential humanity endured.

A few days ago, we sent out an action alert for veteran members to send a letter to President Obama before his visit to Pearl Harbor, urging him to officially apologize for the nuclear attacks on Japanese civilians in WWII.
In the spirit of the Christmas Truce and the day when ordinary soldiers from opposing armies laid down their weapons and stopped fighting, we are calling on all veteran members to pressure President Obama to continue taking steps towards diplomacy. As military veterans who have come to see the tragic futility of war, we know that the path to peace begins with accountability and reconciliation.

Where The Money Is-Martin Scorsese’ “Casino” (1995)-A Film Review

Where The Money Is-Martin Scorsese’ “Casino” (1995)-A Film Review  



DVD Review 

Sam Lowell

Casino, starring Robert De Niro, Sharon Stone, Joe Pesci, directed by Martin Scorsese, 1995

The old-time bank robber extraordinaire, Willy Sutton, was once quoted as saying when asked by the authorities why he robbed banks his reply was that is where the money is. Sound enough at the time. But as the film under review, Martin Scorsese’ Casino makes at times painfully clear the banks are not the only place where there is plenty of dough-the gambling rooms in Las Vegas have plenty although despite Danny Ocean and his crew in the Ocean trilogy you probably would be better off, much better off, taking your chances against the bank vaults. Particularly during the time frame of this film in the 1970s when the Mob, the wise guys, ran the place, ran the cash cow casinos as a skimming operation. Since this film is loosely based on a true story a word to the wise should be sufficient.     
   
Here is the way the wheel spun on this one. Sam Rothstein, played by long time Martin Scorsese favored actor Robert De Niro, an accomplished gambler is hired by the guys with snub noses, the Mob, to run their pot of gold casino, the Tangiers. The idea apparently was that a guy who knew all the gambling angles would keep some order in a place that where there is so much money around it would be very tempting to grab a little something for yourself. And he did a good job for a long time by being a hard-case. But here is the funny thing-the Mob, the Italian mob, was happy to hire the Jewish Rothstein but he was not one of the own, neither in the mob nor Italian so they added a layer of security by sending Nicky the enforcer, played by Joe Pesci, to keep an eye on things. (And they would throw another layer to watch the wild man Nicky go through his paces once he got too crazy.       

For a long while with Sam getting rid of the card-counters and other cheaters unceremoniously and Nicky taking care of any other business that required his specialized and brutal skills everything was fine. The mob was getting their “skim” and that was in the end what counted. During this time though Sam got all hot and bothered by a, well, let’s call her a party girl, Ginger played by Sharon Stone whom, he eventually married and had a child with. He was willing to give her the world but was still hung up on a youthful love who was a loser. The tensions between them drives a great deal of the film.    

Sam’s control over Ginger got her going on alcohol and dope scenes which created nothing but havoc in their household. In casino world things were also taking a turn for the worst. The FBI started an investigation which ultimately led to the arrests of a number of Midwest crime bosses. Eventually Ginger split and wound up very dead of a drug overdose in L.A. As for Nicky, the wild man, he not only had an affair with Ginger before she split but ran his operation in Vegas like it was back in the old neighborhoods. He had to go-and died a gruesome death. As for Sam he said it himself he wound up where he started- handicapping for the mob boys. See why I say take Willie’s advice.          


Demand clemency for Leonard Peltier


Dear friends
We invite you to sign this petition in support of Leonard Peltier, wrongly jailed for 40 years. Please circulate to your networks.
Many thanks
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"It should be remembered that Standing Rock was the site of the 1974 conference of the International Indigenous Movement that spread throughout the Americas and beyond, the starting point for the United Nations Declaration of the Rights of Indigenous Peoples [UNDRIP]... I call on all my supporters and allies to join the struggle at Standing Rock in the spirit of peaceful spiritual resistance and to work together to protect Unci Maka, Grandmother Earth. I also call upon my supporters and all people who share this Earth to join together to insist that the US  complies with and honors the provisions of international law, as expressed in the UNDRIP, International Human Rights Treaties and the long-neglected Treaties and trust agreements with the Sioux Nation." 
Leonard Peltier, from a 
solidarity statementwith the Standing Rock resistance to the Dakota Access pipeline.
For more info, contact the International Leonard Peltier Defense Committee:http://www.whoisleonardpeltier.info/




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My name is Kathy Peltier and I am the daughter of imprisoned Native American rights activist Leonard Peltier.
In 1975, during a confrontation with members of the American Indian Movement, two FBI agents were shot dead. My father was convicted of their murders, but has always denied killing the agents.

Judges and legal experts agree that his trial was unfair. He's been in prison over 40 years - my entire life.
Now his health is failing. My worst fear is that my father will die in prison and I won't have any real time with him.
Help bring my father home: Tell President Obama to grant Leonard Peltier clemency.

Even behind bars, my father is an inspiration. His name is synonymous with the struggle for Native rights, and he recently issued a statement in solidarity with everyone standing together at the Camp of the Sacred Stones at Standing Rock:

"It is an honor to have been alive to see this happen with you young people. You are nothing but awesome in my eyes." 

Many people have called for him to be granted leniency and freedom, but he remains in prison. That's why Amnesty International USA has included his case in its Write for Rights letter-writing marathon.
Join Write for Rights and add your name to this urgent petition: Free Leonard Peltier.

The Federal Bureau of Prisons says it won't take care of my father until his condition - he has an abdominal aortic aneurysm - gets even worse. But I'm afraid it will be too late.

It would mean everything to me if my father could spend a little of his life with me.
Urge President Obama to grant clemency to my father, Leonard Peltier, so that he can live out the rest of his days with his family.

On behalf of my father and my brother, and for all the people you help through your kindness and your activism, thank you.

In solidarity,
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Friday, December 23, 2016

The Brothers’ War-Stanley Tucci’s “Big Night” (1996)-A Film Review

The Brothers’ War-Stanley Tucci’s “Big Night” (1996)-A Film Review




DVD Review

By Sam Lowell

The Big Night, Stanley Tucci, Minnie Diver, Isabella Rossellini, Tony Shalhoub (1996) 

Everybody knows, everybody who frequents restaurants on a regular basis in any case knows that keeping them afloat for a long time is a tough dollar. The profit margins are low, aide only by the bailout liquor part of the bill, culinary trends change or service declines. All those conditions lead to a high turnover rate even among the better eateries. That hard fact is what sets the stage the film under review, The Big Night, in which all the problems of the industry are laid out and exacerbated by the temperamental perfection chef - owner and his manager-owner brother in the brothers’ war of the headline.   

Here is how the Italian food wars played out. A pair of Italian immigrant brothers, Primo, a perfectionist old school chef played by Tony Shalhoub, and Secondo, the manager of the restaurant find themselves in paradise on the Jersey shores. (Oops the restaurant was named Paradise there is no paradise in Jersey they have outlawed it there) They slave and strive to make a go of the place except perfectionist Promo will only plate A-1 food in a world that is on the go and happy with microwave whatever. Secondo tries to reason with him to give the people what they want to eat. But the entreaties fall on deaf ears. Meanwhile the very average joint up the street is serving “Amercianized” Italian food and succeeding. Perfection costs though and no customers as well and in the end the banks won’t lend any more money and are ready to foreclose. End of dream and maybe back to the back streets of Italy for the boys.

Secondo tries to hustle a loan from the owner of the successful restaurant up the street but no soap. What the owner does propose is to get his friend, Louis Prima, the big name bandleader who lit up the skies in the 1950s musical night (the non-rock and roll musical night which I was enmeshed in and did not come to appreciate Prima until much later) to patronize the brothers’ place one night for a food extravaganza experience. That imprimatur would insure the success of the operation in the future. What is good enough for Prima is good enough for everybody else was the hook. The brothers bought into the plan and made provision to have an all-out foodies’ paradise that night.       

The night of the big event an assortment of neighborhood people were invited as well. While they are waiting and drinking the brothers are putting on the after-burners to impress Mister Prima. As the night goes on and Prima does not show the brothers finally ladle out the food. By the end of dinner still no Prima. Then the wife of the owner who proposed the plan, Gabriella, played by the comely Isabella Rossellini, lets the cat out of the bag-her husband did not phone Prima to come. Wanted for his own reason to let the brothers go under and work for him. When the hard reality of their going under finally hits them the brothers let loose their accumulated frustrations and fight each other only in the last scene to reconcile and accept their fates.     


Oh yeah, although the pretty food was center stage here there was some romantic interest as well otherwise why have Isabella and Phyllis, played Minnie Diver, around to pretty up the human end of the scene. Get this though Secondo was having an affair with Gabriella while holding Phyllis at arm’s length on the marriage question with his girlfriend. Now despite what the trickster owner said you have a very good reason why he told his revenge the way he did. Phyllis just walked away. Good flick.      

NEW WARS / OLD WARS – What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

NEW WARS / OLD WARS – What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
You wouldn’t know it from reading our mainstream media, but many Syrians, despite the suffering in this awful war, are celebrating Christmas and the recent end of fighting in Aleppo.

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ISRAEL, PALESTINE, GAZA. . . and the US

Bethlehem: Living Between Tear Gas and Christmas Ornaments (from last year)
Bethlehem is a besieged city surrounded by a 26-foot-high wall erected on much of its perimeter. This imposing edifice prevents many farmers from getting to their land and restricts residents from performing everyday actions, like going to school or work. By the time it is completed, 56 kilometers of this barrier—which many call the apartheid wall—will leave 12 communities physically separated from the rest of Bethlehem. Fully 85 percent of the Governorate of Bethlehem is classified as part of Area C—under complete Israeli control in all security and civil matters. In addition, there are 19 settlements—illegal according to international law and officially opposed by the U.S. government—surrounding the governorate which house over 100,000 Israeli settlers… This Christmas season, as Christians the world over sing of Baby Jesus’s little town of Bethlehem, they must also remember that this city remains under a crippling Israeli occupation. There will be no meaningful peace in Bethlehem as long as the Palestinians there have to live with the wall, settlements, and an unrelenting military chokehold.    More

Christmas in the Trenches, 1914

Christmas in the Trenches, 1914

By the end of November 1914 the crushing German advance that had swallowed the Low Countries and threatened France had been checked by the allies before it could reach Paris. The opposing armies stared at each other from a line of hastily built defensive trenches that began at the edge of the English Channel and continued to the border of Switzerland. Barbed wire and parapets defended the trenches and between them stretched a "No-Mans-Land" that in some areas was no more than 30 yards wide.
British troops in the trenches
Life in the trenches was abominable. Continuous sniping, machinegun fire and artillery shelling took a deadly toll. The misery was heightened by the ravages of Mother Nature, including rain, snow and cold. Many of the trenches, especially those in the low-lying British sector to the west, were continually flooded, exposing the troops to frost bite and "trench foot."
This treacherous monotony was briefly interrupted during an unofficial and spontaneous "Christmas Truce" that began on Christmas Eve. Both sides had received Christmas packages of food and presents. The clear skies that ended the rain further lifted the spirits on both sides of no-mans-land.
The Germans seem to have made the first move. During the evening of December 24 they delivered a chocolate cake to the British line accompanied by a note that proposed a cease fire so that the Germans could have a concert. The British accepted the proposal and offered some tobacco as their present to the Germans. The good will soon spread along the 27-mile length of the British line. Enemy soldiers shouted to one another from the trenches, joined in singing songs and soon met one another in the middle of no-mans-land to talk, exchange gifts and in some areas to take part in impromptu soccer matches.
The high command on both sides took a dim view of the activities and orders were issued to stop the fraternizing with varying results. In some areas the truce ended Christmas Day in others the following day and in others it extended into January. One thing is for sure - it never happened again.
"We and the Germans met in the middle of no-man's-land."
Frank Richards was a British soldier who experienced the "Christmas Truce". We join his story on Christmas morning 1914:
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"On Christmas morning we stuck up a board with 'A Merry Christmas' on it. The enemy had stuck up a similar one. Platoons would sometimes go out for twenty-four hours' rest - it was a day at least out of the trench and relieved the monotony a bit - and my platoon had gone out in this way the night before, but a few of us stayed behind to see what would happen. Two of our men then threw their equipment off and jumped on the parapet with their hands above their heads. Two of the Germans done the same and commenced to walk up the river bank, our two men going to meet them. They met and shook hands and then we all got out of the trench.
Buffalo Bill [the Company Commander] rushed into the trench and endeavoured to prevent it, but he was too late: the whole of the Company were now out, and so were the Germans. He had to accept the situation, so soon he and the other company officers climbed out too. We and the Germans met in the middle of no-man's-land. Their officers was also now out. Our officers exchanged greetings with them. One of the German officers said that he wished he had a camera to take a snapshot, but they were not allowed to carry cameras. Neither were our officers.
We mucked in all day with one another. They were Saxons and some of them could speak English. By the look of them their trenches were in as bad a state as our own. One of their men, speaking in English, mentioned that he had worked in Brighton for some years and that he was fed up to the neck with this damned war and would be glad when it was all over. We told him that he wasn't the only one that was fed up with it. We did not allow them in our trench and they did not allow us in theirs.
The German Company-Commander asked Buffalo Bill if he would accept a couple of barrels of beer and assured him that they would not make his men drunk. They had plenty of it in the brewery. He accepted the offer with thanks and a couple of their men rolled the barrels over and we took them into our trench. The German officer sent one of his men back to the trench, who appeared shortly after carrying a tray with bottles and glasses on it. Officers of both sides clinked glasses and drunk one another's health. Buffalo Bill had presented them with a plum pudding just before. The officers came to an understanding that the unofficial truce would end at midnight. At dusk we went back to our respective trenches.
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Christmas 1914
...The two barrels of beer were drunk, and the German officer was right: if it was possible for a man to have drunk the two barrels himself he would have bursted before he had got drunk. French beer was rotten stuff.
Just before midnight we all made it up not to commence firing before they did. At night there was always plenty of firing by both sides if there were no working parties or patrols out. Mr Richardson, a young officer who had just joined the Battalion and was now a platoon officer in my company wrote a poem during the night about the Briton and the Bosche meeting in no-man's-land on Christmas Day, which he read out to us. A few days later it was published in The Times or Morning Post, I believe.
During the whole of Boxing Day [the day after Christmas] we never fired a shot, and they the same, each side seemed to be waiting for the other to set the ball a-rolling. One of their men shouted across in English and inquired how we had enjoyed the beer. We shouted back and told him it was very weak but that we were very grateful for it. We were conversing off and on during the whole of the day.
We were relieved that evening at dusk by a battalion of another brigade. We were mighty surprised as we had heard no whisper of any relief during the day. We told the men who relieved us how we had spent the last couple of days with the enemy, and they told us that by what they had been told the whole of the British troops in the line, with one or two exceptions, had mucked in with the enemy. They had only been out of action themselves forty-eight hours after being twenty-eight days in the front-line trenches. They also told us that the French people had heard how we had spent Christmas Day and were saying all manner of nasty things about the British Army."
References:
   This eyewitness account appears in Richards, Frank, Old Soldiers Never Die (1933); Keegan, John, The First World War (1999); Simkins, Peter, World War I, the Western Front (1991).

From The Veterans For Peace- The Twelve Days, Maybe More, Of ......The Struggle Against The Endless American Wars


From The Veterans For Peace- The Twelve Days, Maybe More, Of  ......The Struggle Against The Endless American Wars


*****Victory To The Fast-Food Workers The Vanguard Of The Fight For $15......

*****Victory To The Fast-Food Workers The Vanguard Of The Fight For $15......Fight For $15 Is Just A Beginning-All Labor Must Support Our Sisters And Brothers

 
 
 
 
From The Pen Of Sam Lowell

Frank Jackman had always ever since he was a kid down in Carver, a working class town formerly a shoe factory mecca about thirty miles south of Boston and later dotted with assorted small shops related to the shipbuilding trade, a very strong supporters of anything involving organized labor and organizing labor, anything that might push working people ahead. While it had taken it a long time, and some serious military service during the Vietnam War, his generation’s war, to get on the right side of the angels on the war issue and even more painfully and slowly on the woman’s liberation and gay rights issues, and he was still having a tough time with the transgender thing although the plight of heroic Wikileaks whistle-blower Army soldier Chelsea Manning had made it easier to express solidarity, he had always been a stand-up guy for unions and for working people. Maybe it was because his late father, Lawrence Jackman, had been born and raised in coal country down in Harlan County, Kentucky where knowing which side you were on, knowing that picket lines mean don’t cross, knowing that every scrap given by the bosses had been paid for in blood and so it was in his blood. Maybe though it was closer to the nub, closer to home, that the closing of the heavily unionized shoe factories which either headed down south or off-shore left slim leaving for those who did not follow them south, slim pickings for an uneducated man like his father trying to raise four daughters and son on hopes and dreams and not much else. Those hopes and dreams leaving his mother to work in the “mother’s don’t work” 1950s at a local donut shop filling donuts for chrissakes to help make ends meet so his was always aware of how close the different between work and no work was, and decent pay for decent work too. How ever he got “religion” on the question as a kid, and he suspected the answer was in the DNA, Frank was always at the ready when the latest labor struggles erupted, the latest recently being the sporadic uprisings amount fast-food workers and lowly-paid Walmart workers to earn a living wage.        

One day in the late summer of 2014 he had picked up a leaflet from a young guy, a young guy who later identified himself as a field organizer for the Service Employees International Union (SEIU), a union filled to the brim with low-end workers like janitors, nurses assistants, salespeople, and the like, passing them out at an anti-war rally (against the American escalations in Syria and Iraq) in downtown Boston. The leaflet after giving some useful information about how poorly fast-food worker were paid and how paltry the benefits, especially the lack of health insurance announced an upcoming “Fight for $15” action in Downtown Boston on September 4, 2014 at noon as part of a national struggle for economic justice and dignity for the our hard working sisters and brothers. He told the young organizer after expressing solidarity with the upcoming efforts that he would try to bring others to the event although being held during a workday would be hard for some to make the time.

In the event Frank brought about a dozen others with him. They and maybe fifty to one hundred others during the course of the event stood in solidarity for a couple of hours while a cohort of fast-food workers told their stories. And while another cohort of fast-food workers were sitting on the ground in protest prepared to commit civil disobedience by blocking the street to make their point. Several of them would eventually be arrested and taken away by the police later to be fined and released.

Frank, when he reflected on the day’s events later, was pretty elated as he told his old friend Josh Breslin whom he had called up in Maine to tell him what had happened that day. Josh had also grown up in a factory town, a textile town, Olde Saco, and had been to many such support events himself and before he retired had as a free-lance writer written up lots of labor stories. The key ingredient that impressed Josh in Frank’s description had been how many young serious black and Latino workers had participated in the actions. Later than night when Frank reflected further on the situation he broke out in a smile as he was writing up his summary of his take on the events. There would be people pass off the torch to when guys like him and Josh were no longer around. He had been afraid that would not happen after the long drought doldrums in the class struggle of the previous few decades. Here is what else he had to say:            

No question in this wicked old world that those at the bottom are “the forgotten ones,” “los olvidados,” those who a writer who had worked among them had long ago correctly described as the world fellahin, the ones who never get ahead. This day we are talking about working people, people working and working hard for eight, nine, ten dollars an hour. Maybe working two jobs to make ends meet since a lot of times these McJobs, these Wal-Mart jobs do not come with forty hours of work attached but whatever some cost-cutting manager deems right to keep them on a string and keep them from qualifying for certain benefits that do not kick in with “part-time” work. And lately taking advantage of cover from Obamacare keeping the hours below the threshold necessary to kick in health insurance and other benefits. Yes, the forgotten people.

But let’s do the math here figuring on forty hours and figuring on say ten dollars an hour. That‘s four hundred a week times fifty weeks (okay so I am rounding off for estimate purposes here too since most of these jobs do not have vacation time figured in).That’s twenty thousand a year. Okay so just figure any kind of decent apartment in the Boston area where I am writing this-say one thousand a month. That’s twelve thousand a year. So the other eight thousand is for everything else. No way can that be done. And if you had listened to the young and not so young fast-food workers, the working mothers, the working older brothers taking care of younger siblings, workers trying to go to school to get out of the vicious cycle of poverty you would understand the truth of that statement. And the stories went on and on along that line all during the action. 

Confession: it has been a very long time since I have had to scrimp and scrim to make ends meet, to get the rent in, to keep those damn bill-collectors away from my door, to beg the utility companies to not shut off those necessary services. But I have been there, no question. Growing up working class town poor, the only difference on the economic question was that it was all poor whites unlike today’s crowd. Also for many years living from hand to mouth before things got steady. I did not like it then and I do not like the idea of it now.  I am here to say even the “Fight for $15” is not enough, but it is a start. And I whole-heartedly support the struggle of my sisters and brothers for a little economic justice in this wicked old world. And any reader who might read this-would you work for these slave wages? I think not. So show your solidarity and get out and support the fast-food and Wal-Mart workers in their just struggles. 

Organize Wal-Mart! Organize the fast food workers! Union! Union!  
       http://www.boston.com/news/local/massachusetts/2014/09/04/boston-fast-food-workers-rally-for-wages-unions/bc1ZqZIgwsVcOw0QHIV74M/story.html         

*****John Brown’s Body Lies A Moldering In The Grave-With The Massachusetts 54th Black Volunteer Regiment In Mind.

*****John Brown’s Body Lies A Moldering In The Grave-With The Massachusetts 54th Black Volunteer Regiment In Mind.





Every time I pass the frieze honoring the heroic Massachusetts 54th Black Volunteer Regiment across from the State House on Beacon Street in Boston, a unit that fought in the American Civil War, a war which we have just finished commemorating the 150th anniversary of its formal ending (April 1865) I am struck by one figure who I will discuss in a minute. For those who do not know the 54th Regiment the unit had been recruited and made up of all volunteers, former slaves, freedmen, maybe a current fugitive slave snuck in there, those were such times for such unheralded personal valor, the recruitment a task that the great abolitionist Frederick Douglass, himself an ex-slave had been central in promoting (including two of his sons). All knew, or soon became aware that if they did not fight to the finish they would not be treated as prisoners of war but captured chattel subject to re-enslavement or death.  The regiment fought with ferocious valor before Fort Wagner down in South Carolina and other hot spots where an armed black man, in uniform or out, brought red flashes of deep venom, if venom is red, but hellfire hatred in any case to the Southern plantation owners and their hangers-on (that armed black men acting in self-defense of themselves and theirs still bringing hellfire hatred among some whites to this day, no question).

I almost automatically focus in on that old hard-bitten grizzled erect bearded soldier who is just beneath the head of the horse being ridden by Colonel Robert Gould Shaw, the white commander of the regiment who from a family of ardent abolitionists fell with his men before Fort Wagner and was buried with them, an honor. (See above) I do not know the details of the model Saint-Gauden’s used when he worked that section (I am sure that specific information can be found although it is not necessary to this sketch) but as I grow older I appreciate that old man soldier even more, as old men are supposed to leave the arduous duty of fighting for just causes, arms in hand, to the young.

I like to think that that old grizzled brother who aside from color looks like me when he heard the call from Massachusetts wherever he was, maybe had read about the plea in some abolitionist newspaper, had maybe even gotten the message from Frederick Douglass himself through his newspaper, The North Star, calling Sable Brother to Arms or on out the stump once Lincoln unleashed him to recruit his black brothers for whatever reason although depleting Union ranks reduced by bloody fight after bloody fight as is the nature of civil war when the societal norms are broken  as was at least one cause, he picked up stakes leaving some small farm or trade and family behind and volunteered forthwith. Maybe he had been born, like Douglass, in slavery and somehow, manumission, flight, something, following the Northern Star, got to the North. Maybe learned a skill, a useful skill, got a little education to be able to read and write and advance himself and had in his own way prospered.

But something was gnawing at him, something about the times, something about tow-headed white farm boys, all awkward and ignorant from the heartland of the Midwest, sullen Irish and other ethnic immigrants from the cities where it turned out the streets were not paved with gold and so took the bounty for Army duty, took some draft-dodger’s place for pay, hell, even high-blown Harvard boys were being armed to defend the Union (and the endless names of the fallen and endless battles sites on Memorial Hall at Harvard a graphic testament to that solemn sense of duty then). And more frequently as the days and months passed about the increasing number of white folk who hated, hated with a red-hot passion, slavery and if that passion meant anything what was he a strong black man going to do about it, do about breaking the hundreds of years chains. Maybe he still had kindred under the yolk down South in some sweated plantation, poorly fed, ill-treated, left to fester and die when not productive anymore, the women, young and old subject to Mister’s lustful appetites and he had to do something.

Then the call came, Governor Andrews of Massachusetts was raising a “sable” armed regiment (Douglass’ word) to be headed by a volunteer Harvard boy urged on by his high abolitionist parents, Colonel Shaw, the question of black military leadership of their own to be left to another day, another day long in the future as it turned out but what was he to know of that, and he shut down his small shop or farm, said good-bye to kin and neighbors and went to Boston to join freedom’s fight. I wonder if my old bearded soldier fell before Fort Wagner fight down in heated rebel country, or maybe fell in some other engagement less famous but just as important to the concept of disciplined armed black men fighting freedom’s fight. I like to think though that the grizzled old man used every bit of wit and skill he had and survived to march into Charleston, South Carolina, the fire-breathing heart of the Confederacy, then subdued at the end of war with his fellows in the 54th stepping off to the tune of John Brown’s Body Lies A-Moldering In The Grave. A fitting tribute to Captain Brown and his band of brothers, black and white, at Harper’s Ferry fight and to an old grizzled bearded soldier’s honor.             

*From the Marxist Internet Archives- Germany 1921: The March Action

Click on title to link to Richard Price's Introduction to the Broue article mentioned below which could not locate previously. Markin, September 28, 2009.

Commentary

This is the first of a projected series of occasional commentaries on documents found on the Internet site-Marxist Internet Archives (MIA). For those not familiar with that site it features an incredible range of material by virtually any leftist, or anyone with leftist pretensions, who has put pen to paper over the last one hundred and fifty plus years. Today’s offering is a short article by well-known French Marxist historian and Trotsky biographer Pierre Broue concerning the controversial, and unsuccessful, call to insurrection by the German Communist party in 1921, known in the Communist movement as the March Action. On the MIA site the article is introduced by Richard Price who gives a quick biographic sketch of Broue and his works. I have only posted Broue’s article but for those who which to read the introduction merely google MIA and scroll to the Broue site. I would suggest that one read that introduction in light of my commentary below. The Broue article below gives some of the details of the March action and its consequences so I will not describe them here. The fate of the ill-starred Communist leader Paul Levi that is tied to this history requires later, separate discussion

Leon Trotsky in his classic polemic on the question of political timing in a revolutionary situation, “The Lessons of October” written in 1924 in the aftermath of the stillborn German Revolution of 1923, noted that part of the sluggish response of the German Communist party to those revolutionary opportunities stemmed from getting their fingers burned in March 1921. That, in retrospect, seems a fair conclusion. Moreover, the response of Communist International under the urging of both Lenin and Trotsky, the authoritative figures of that organization at the time, to a change of strategy to the united front also seems proper. I have no real quarrel with any of that. What I do have trouble with, and the reason I urge others to read Richard Price’s introduction noted above, is the way latter leftists have used these lessons as a way to argue that any political action greater than a polite parliamentary protest falls under that same ‘ultra left’ bane.

It is easy to argue, especially having the great authority of Lenin AND Trotsky behind you, that the March action was, in fact, ill timed. Further, that the young and confused German Communist party was out of its depths and the signals from Moscow (by Zinoviev, Radek and others for their own purposes) did not help. Moreover, unlike in Russia in 1917 the German party had not politically defeated the various reformist workers parties, here principally the Social Democrats and the remnant of the Independent Socialists, and therefore had no real built-up authority with the masses. Fair enough. However, the ‘purge’ of the hotheads in the aftermath of the debacle drew exactly the wrong lesson.

Who, exactly, were these ‘hotheads’? These were the younger workers and others who had been conscripted in the German Army, had suffered defeat at the hands of the other Western imperialism powers, and had borne the brunt of unemployment and the other harsh conditions of post World War I Germany. They were looking for a program, a socialist program, to get out from under. And they were ready to fight, arms in hands, for it. And who were some of their opponents? Older social democratic workers who had jobs and some little stability. I note the classic case of the employed social democratic workers in Hamburg fighting off the young Communists. That is an example of the tension here. A revolutionary party has to reign in the impulses of the ‘ultras’ and teach them the political facts of life. No question. And some will not be trainable. That too is a face of political life as we will know today from some of the seemingly bizarre actions of our ‘ultras’, mainly anarchists, in the anti-globalization struggles. But know this- one cannot make a revolution without the ‘hotheads’. The Bolsheviks knew this (and even they had trouble with their ‘ultras’) but were able to combine the ‘hotheads’ with the more sober worker cadre. So the lesson that I take form the March Action is not so much the slogan –to the conquest of the masses, as important as that is, as the slogan-train the ‘hotheads’.


Germany 1921: The March Action, Pierre Broue, English Translation, Fourth International, Volume 1, Number 2, Summer 1964

March 1921. An atmosphere of civil war. Armed nationalist bands provoke workers suffering from crisis and unemployment. In central Germany hard-fought strikes break out; the miners have bloody tussles with the police. On March 16, Horsing, the Social Democratic security chief, announces that the police will occupy the mining district of Mansfeld. Objective: to restore calm, disarm the workers.

The police were welcomed with firing. Rote Fahne, organ of the German Communist Party, on the 18th appealed for resistance: 'Every worker should defy the law and take arms where he can find them.' On the 19th a thousand police occupied the district: the strike spread to all trades in the affected region. The workers barricaded themselves in their factories; on the 23rd there was fighting throughout the district. On the 24th the Central Committee of the German CP called for a general strike. It was not followed. Fights between workers broke out everywhere: the strikers, few in number, took on the 'blacklegs' who remained in the majority, the Social Democrats and the trade unions indignantly denouncing the attempted 'rising' of the communists. . . .

Here and there Communist officials organised false attacks on themselves in order to provoke the indignation of the masses and bring them into the struggle. In the centre of the country the factories were surrounded and bombarded and gave up one after another: the Leuna factory, the last to do so, surrendered on the 29th.

On the 31st the CP rescinded the strike order. Illegal once again, it was to experience an unprecedented crisis: a number of its leaders, including Paul Levi, denounced its adventurist policies and were expelled. Shortly afterwards the Third World Congress of the Communist International gave its verdict on the 'March Action', in which it saw a 'forward step' at the same time as it condemned the theory of 'the offensive at all costs' which its supporters had put forward. The German party lost a hundred thousand members, including many trade union cadres, who had refused to follow it, condemned its actions or been overwhelmed by the publication in the bourgeois and socialist press of documents which incriminated its leaders.

It was some time before it was understood that the March Action brought to a close the post-war revolutionary period, that it was the last of the armed actions of the proletariat which had begun with the straggles in Berlin in January 1919. The contribution which this affair made to the failure of the German Communists to build a revolutionary mass party, a Communist Party of the Bolshevik type, has yet to be measured.

The building of the party

The Bolsheviks thought that their revolution could only be the forerunner: the problems posed in Russia could only be resolved on a world scale and, in the meantime, the decisive battlefield was Germany, where the bourgeoisie, after November 1918, owed its survival to the alliance between the officer corps and the Social Democratic and trade union apparatus against the Workers' Councils. The murderers employed by the socialist Noske won the first round: by assassinating the revolutionary leaders Liebknecht and Rosa Luxemburg, the outstanding founders of German communism, they decapitated the young party which was coming into being.

The vanguard, moreover, was deeply divided. Years of opportunism had fed a violent anti-centralising reaction in the German working class; the years of war pushed the young generations towards impatience and adventures. Against the leadership around Paul Levi a strong leftist minority called for the boycotting of elections, condemned work in the trade unions and wished to retain from the Russian experience only the lesson of the insurrection, which was possible at any time since the workers were armed and the bourgeoisie was provoking them. Lenin, who polemicised against them in Left Wing Communism, nevertheless wished to keep them in the party, but Levi took steps to expel the leftists.

Despite the difficulties, the new perspectives seemed to confirm his viewpoint. The Independent Social Democrats [USPD], born of the split from the Social-Democratic Party during the war, had recruited hundreds of thousands of instinctively revolutionary workers whom Levi hoped to win for communism en bloc. Their leaders had collaborated in the crushing of the Councils in 1918, but the difficulties of the working class in post-war Germany, the prestige of the Russian Revolution, the tenacious action of the International, radicalised them and won them gradually towards communism. In September 1920, at their Congress at Halle, the majority of the Independents decided to ask for affiliation to the Communist International and to accept its 21 conditions. In December the Unified Communist Party was born: it had over half a million members, a solidly organised vanguard with strong fractions in the big unions, control over local unions in several industrial towns, 40 daily papers and several specialised reviews and periodicals, an underground military organisation and considerable financial resources. It was the instrument which had so far been lacking to bring the proletarian revolution in Germany to a successful conclusion, all the communists thought.

The conquest of a majority of the proletariat

The Second Congress of the Communist International in 1920 had set itself the task of the construction of such parties, with the perspective of an early conquest of power in several countries. Summing up its work, Zinoviev, president of the International, declared: 'I am profoundly convinced that the Second Congress of the Comintern is the prelude to another congress, the world congress of Soviet republics.' And Trotsky explained why the Communists wished to see a split in the working-class movement: 'There is no doubt that the proletariat would be in power in all countries if there had not been between the Communist Parties and the masses, between the revolutionary masses and the revolutionary vanguard, a powerful and complex machine, the parties of the Second International and the trade unions, which, in the epoch of the disintegration and death of the bourgeoisie, placed their machine at its service. From the time of this Congress, the split in the world working class must be accelerated tenfold.'

Zinoviev indicated the meaning of the split at Halle: 'We work for the split, not because we want only 18 instead of 21 Conditions, but because we do not agree on the question of the world revolution, on democracy and the dictatorship of the proletariat.' For the Communists the split was not simply a state of affairs destined to last for some time, but an immediate necessity in order to eliminate definitively from the workers' movement the reformist leaders who acted as 'agents of the bourgeoisie'. It was the preface to the reconstitution of unity on the basis of a revolutionary programme, a condition for victory in the struggle for power.

Once the split had been realised there was still the question of wresting from the reformist chiefs the millions of proletarians who made up their following. Lenin, more than anyone, sought to win support in the Communist Parties for the understanding of the necessity for a United Front policy; later, Zinoviev said of this policy that it was 'the expression of the consciousness that (i) we have not yet won a majority in the working class; (ii) the social democracy is still very strong; (iii) we occupy defensive positions and the enemy is on the offensive; (iv) the decisive battles are not yet on the agenda'.

It was from analysis such as this that at the beginning of 1921 the leaders of the German CP addressed an 'open letter' to the trade unions and workers' parties proposing common action on an immediate programme of defence of living standards. The letter, which Lenin described as a 'model political initiative', began with the recognition that more than ten million workers still followed the Social Democratic leaders and the trade union officials and obeyed their orders. 'Communist strategy,' wrote Radek, 'must be to convince these large masses of workers that the trade union bureaucracy and the Social Democratic Party not only do not want to fight for the dictatorship of the proletariat, but also do not want to fight for the most fundamental day-to-day interests of the working class.'

However, the Second Congress fixed as a first objective the construction of parties capable of leading the struggle of the masses for power: for Zinoviev and a part of his group, in the headquarters of the International, the idea of the 'conquest of the masses' apart from the march to power was an opportunist conception. They saw the 'open letter' as an instrument of demobilisation.

Destructive activism

Rallying to the Zinoviev line after having been one of the authors of the 'open letter', Karl Radek then wrote to the German CP that it was necessary to break with the wait-and-see attitude which it had followed while it was still a sect and become conscious that, now that it was a mass party, it had become a real factor in the class struggle. It was necessary, he wrote, 'to activise our policy in order to draw in new mass support'. For his part, Rakosi, emissary of the International at the Italian Socialist Party Congress at Livorno, adopted the same activist position and took pleasure in the perhaps inevitable but catastrophic split, which left the overwhelming majority of the revolutionary workers behind the centrist leaders of the Socialist Party and reduced the scarcely founded Italian CP to the status of a sect. Against Levi, who maintained that they had no right to split when the movement was in retreat, he boasted before the Central Committee of the German CP of the necessity and virtue of splits, developing the theme of a 'too large party' which 'would strengthen itself by purging itself.

Another collaborator of Zinoviev, a compatriot of Rakosi, Bela Kun, bore the responsibility, as emissary of the International, for having thrown the German CP into the 'March Action'. Did he, as has been supposed, follow the suggestions of Zinoviev, who was frightened by Russian internal difficulties at the time of the Kronstadt revolt? Did he try to 'force' a revolutionary crisis in Germany to prevent the Russian communists from having to make the retreat of the New Economic Policy? In the present state of documentation no certain answer is possible. What is certain is that Kun placed his prestige as Comintern delegate behind a theory of the offensive which was to be used to justify the position of the CP in March and was to end in disaster.

It is equally unquestionable that the centralised structure of the International, the doubtful practice, introduced by Zinoviev, of Comintern agents not responsible to the parties which they supervised, raised a problem of organisation which would be pointed out by Lenin at the Fourth Congress, but never really tackled.

Lenin on the party and the March Action

It is known today, on the other hand, that Lenin and Trotsky had to wage an energetic political struggle in the leadership of the Russian CP and the CI against the partisans of the offensive, at the head of whom stood Zinoviev, before imposing their point of view at the Third World Congress. It was upon Trotsky that the task devolved of showing that the international situation had been modified since 1919, that the taking of power was no longer on the agenda, but that the Communist Parties had to turn to the conquest of the masses: a condition for the struggle for power in the next phase of revolutionary advance.

To Lenin fell the task of denouncing, 'wringing the neck' of, the theory of the offensive, holding up to ridicule the puerile arguments of its defenders — the 'kuneries', as he called them, of Kun, as well as the boasting of the Italian Terracini, who took advantage of the Bolshevik example in order to excuse the small size of his own party.

Lenin joined Levi in denouncing the March Action. He was careful, in approving someone who had broken party discipline, not to anger those who, through discipline, and in good faith, had followed absurd slogans. He conveyed his inner thoughts to Clara Zetkin, who, very fortunately, later recounted them. Lenin thought that Levi's criticism was justified. Unfortunately, he made it in a 'unilateral, exaggerated and even malicious fashion', in a way which 'lacked a sense of solidarity with the party'. In short, 'he lost his head' and thus concealed the real problems from the party, which turned against him. For this he had to be condemned by the Congress and was. But Lenin added: 'We must not lose Levi, both for ourselves and for the cause. We cannot afford to lose talented men, we must do what is possible to keep those that we have.' Lenin declared himself ready, if Levi 'behaved himself (for example, by working for the party under an assumed name), personally to ask for his re-admission after three or four months. 'The important thing,' he said, 'is to leave the road open back to us.'

Speaking to Clara Zetkin of two workers, Melzahn and Neumann, supporters of Levi and delegates at the World Congress, who had even been reproached by hecklers for the posts which they held in the trade unions, while they replied by attacking 'hair-splitting intellectuals', Lenin said: 'They are wonderful... I do not know whether they will make shock troops, but there is one thing of which I am sure: it is people like these who make up the long columns with solid ranks of the revolutionary proletariat. It is on their unbreakable force that everything depends in the factories and the trade unions: these are the elements who must be assembled and led into action, it is through them that we are in contact with the masses.' He added, speaking of the Independent leaders who had come to communism in 1920: 'With them also patience is necessary, and one mustn't think that the "purity of communism" is in danger if it sometimes happens that they do not succeed yet in finding a clear, precise expression of communist thought.'

Through these informal words of Lenin to the German militant can be seen the constant concern of the revolutionary leader for his party. Lenin saw that a leadership cannot be built in a few days by bureaucratic decisions, but develops and raises itself up in years of patient effort. It was vital not to 'close the doors' by purely negative attitudes to erring comrades but to aid them, develop a deep sense of the solidarity of the party and enable them to take their bearings. The party of the workers' vanguard had to bring together different generations, comrades with varied experience: the young, the impatient, the 'leftists' together with the older, more solid and prudent, often 'opportunist' members. The intellectuals had to be brought into harness with the practical men of the trade unions. The contacts of the party had to be enriched and its understanding, consciousness and means of action developed by the qualities brought into it by people from very different, yet close, backgrounds: syndicalists, socialists, anarchists — who sought a common goal by different roads, like the proletariat itself. All these men had to be brought into a common struggle by a constant effort to construct the party, raise the level of its consciousness and by fighting to raise the level of the consciousness of the masses. 'Learn, learn, learn! Agitate, agitate, agitate! Be prepared, prepared to the utmost in order to use the next revolutionary wave with all our conscious energy.'

These are the real lessons of the March Action. Thus, as Lenin stressed in a letter of August 14, 1921, to German militants, revolutionaries must learn 'to determine correctly the times when the masses of the proletariat cannot rise with them'. Ten years later, in the face of the Nazi hordes, there would not be a revolutionary party in Germany, but a Stalinist party and a Social Democratic Party which equally shared the responsibility for the disaster of 1933. The responsibility of those who were unable to build the party which was necessary in Germany is no less crushing. After them, however, it is no longer possible to underestimate the difficulties of the enterprise, and to believe that it is enough to 'proclaim' ideas in order to win, without undertaking the hard labour of construction of the historic instrument for their victory.

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