Paris: May 1968
Maurice Brinton
Introduction
(Written for the original edition, published by Solidarity In June
1968.)
This is an eye-witness account of two weeks spent in Paris during,
May 1968. It is what one person saw, heard or discovered during that
short period. The account has no pretence at comprehensives. It has
been written and produced in haste, its purpose being to inform
rather than to analyse - and to inform quickly.
The French events have a significance that extends far beyond the
frontiers of modern France, They will leave their mark on the
history of the second half of the 20th century. French bourgeois
society has just been shaken to its foundations, Whatever the
outcome of the present struggler we must calmly take note of the
fact that the political map if Western capitalist society will never
be the same again. A whole epoch has just come to an end: the epoch
during which people couldn't say, with a semblance of
verisimilitude, that 'it couldn't happen here'. Another epoch is
starting: that in which people know that revolution is possible
under the conditions of modern bureaucratic capitalism.
For Stalinism too, a whole period is ending: The period during which
Communist Parties in Western Europe could claim (admittedly with
dwindling credibility) that they remained revolutionary
organisations, but that revolutionary opportunities had never really
presented themselves. This notion has now irrevocably been swept
into the proverbial 'dustbin of history'. When the chips were down,
the French Communist Party and those workers under its influence
proved to be the final and most effective 'brake' on the development
of the revolutionary self-activity of the working class.
A full analysis of the French events will eventually have to be
attempted, for, without an understanding of modern society, it will
never be possible consciously to change it. But this analysis will
have to wait for a while until some of the dust has settled. What
can be said now is that if honestly carried out, such an analysis
will compel many orthodox revolutionaries to discard a mass of
outdated slogans and myths to reassess contemporary reality;
particularly the reality of modern bureaucratic capitalism. its
dynamic, its methods of control and manipulation, the reasons for
both its resilience and its brittleness and - most important of all
- the nature of its crises. Concepts and organizations that have
been found wanting will have to be discarded. The new phenomena (new
in themselves or new to traditional revolutionary theory) will have
to be recognised for what they are and interpreted in all their
implications, The real events of 1968 will then have to be
integrated into a new framework of ideas, for without this
developmental revolutionary theory, there can be no development of
revolutionary practice - and in the long run no transformation of
society through the conscious actions of men.
Rue Gay-Lussac
Sunday 12 May
The rue Gay-Lussac still carries the scars of the 'night of the
barricades'. Burnt out cars line the pavement, their carcasses a
dirty grey under the missing paint. The cobbles, cleared from the
middle of the road, lie in huge mounds on either side. A vague smell
of tear gas still lingers in the air.
At the junction with the rue des Ursulines lies a building site, its
wire mesh fence breached in several places. From here came material
for at least a dozen barricades: planks, wheelbarrows, metal drums,
steel girders, cement mixers, blocks of stone. The site also yielded
a pneumatic drill. The students couldn't use it, of course - not
until a passing building worker showed them how, perhaps the first
worker actively to support the student revolt. Once broken. the road
surface provided cobbles, soon put to a variety of uses. All that is
already history.
People are walking up and down the street, as if trying to convince
themselves that it really happened. They aren't students. The
students themselves know what happened and why it happened. They
aren't local inhabitants either, The local inhabitants saw what
happened, the viciousness of the CRS charges, the assaults on the
wounded, the attacks on innocent bystanders, the unleashed fury of
the state machine against those who had challenged it. The people in
the streets are the ordinary people of Paris, people from
neighbouring districts, horrified at what they have heard over the
radio or read in their papers and who have come for a walk on a fine
Sunday morning to see for themselves. They are talking in small
clusters with the inhabitants of the rue Gay-Lussac. The Revolution,
having for a week held the university and the streets of the Latin
Quarter, is beginning to take hold of the minds of men.
On Friday 3 May the CRS had paid their historic visit to the
forborne. They had been invited in by Paul Roche, Hector of Paris
University. The Rector had almost certainly acted in connivance with
Alain Peyrefitte, Minister of Education, if not with the Elysee
itself. Many students had been arrested, beaten up, and several were
summarily convicted.
The unbelievable - yet thoroughly predictable - ineptitude of this
bureaucratic 'solution' to the 'problem' of student discontent
triggered off a chain reaction. It provided the pent-up anger,
resentment and frustration of tens of thousands of young people with
both a reason for further action and with an attainable objective.
The students, evicted from the university, took to the street,
demanding the liberation of their comrades, the reopening of their
faculties, the withdrawal of the cops.
Layers upon layers of new people were soon drawn into the struggle.
The student union (UNEF) and the union representing university
teaching staff (SNESUP) called for an unlimited strike. For a week
the students held their ground, in ever bigger and more militant
street demonstrations. On Tuesday 7 May 50,000 students and teachers
marched through the streets behind a single banner: 'Vive La
Commune', and sang the Internationals at the Tomb of the Unknown
Soldier, at the Arc de Triomphe. On Friday 10 May students and
teachers decided to occupy the Latin Quarter en masse. They felt
they had more right to be there than the police, for whom barracks
were provided elsewhere. The cohesion and sense of purpose of the
demonstrators terrified the Establishment. Power couldn't be allowed
to lie with this rabble, who had even had the audacity to erect
barricades.
Another inept gesture was needed. Another administrative reflex duly
materialised. Fouchet (Minister Of the interior) and Joxe (Deputy
Prime Minister) ordered Grimaud (Superintendent of the Paris police)
to clear the streets. The order was confirmed in writing, doubtless
to be preserved for posterity as an example of what not to do in
certain situations. The CRS charged...clearing the rue Gay-Lussac
and opening the doors to the second phase of the Revolution.
In the rue Gay-Lussac and in adjoining streets, the battle-scarred
wails carry a dual message. They bear testimony to the incredible
courage of those who held the area for several hours against a
deluge of tear gas, phosphorous grenades and repeated charges of
club-swinging CRS. But they also show something of what the
defenders were striving for...
Mural propaganda is an integral part of the revolutionary Paris of
May 1968. It has become a mass activity, part and parcel of the
Revolution's method of. self-expression. The walls of, the Latin
Quarter are the depository of a new rationality, no longer confined
to books, but democratically displayed at street level and made
available to all. The trivial and the profound, the traditional and
the esoteric, rub shoulders in this new fraternity, rapidly breaking
down the rigid barriers and compartments in people's minds. 'Désobéir
d'abord: alors écris sur les murs (Loi du 10 Mai 1968)' reads an
obviously recent inscription, clearly setting the tone. 'Si tout le
people faisait comme nous' (if everybody acted like us...) wistfully
dreams another in joyful anticipation, l think, rather than in any
spirit of self-satisfied substitutionary. Most of the slogans are
straightforward, correct and fairly orthodox: 'Libérez nos camarades'
; 'Fouchet, Grimaud, démission'; 'Abas l'etat policier'; 'Grave
Générale fundi'; 'Travailleurs, étudiants, soldaires'; 'Vive les
Conseils Ouvriers'. Other slogans reflect the new concerns: 'La
publicity te manipule'; 'Examens = hiérarchie'; 'L'art est mort, ne
consommes pas son cadavre'; 'Abas la society de consummation'' 'Debout
les damnes de Nanterre . The slogan 'Baisses-toi et broute'(Bend
your head and chew the cud) is obviously aimed at those whose minds
are still full of traditional preoccupations. 'Centre Ia
fermentation groupusculaire' moans a large scarlet inscription. This
one is really out of touch. For everywhere there is a profusion of
pasted up posters and journals; V'oix Ouvrare, Avant-Garde and
Revoltes (for the Trotskyisls), Servir Ie Peuple and Humanity
Nouvelle (for the devotees of Chairman Mao), Le Libertaire (for the
Anarchists), Tribune Socialiste (for the PSU), Even odd copies of
l'Humanité are pasted up. It is difficult to read them, so covered
are they with critical comments.
On a hoarding, I see a large advertisement for a new brand of
cheese; a child biting into an enormous sandwich. 'C'est bon Ie
fromage So-and-so' runs the patter. Someone has covered the last few
words with red paint. The poster reads 'C'est bon la Revolution'.
People pass by, look, and smile.
I talk to my companion, a man of about 45, an 'old' revolutionary.
We discuss the tremendous possibilities now opening up. He suddenly
turns towards me and comes out with a memorable phrase:"To think one
had to have kids and wait 20 years to see all this...'' We talk to
others in the street, to young and old, to the 'political' and the 'unpolitical',
to people at all levels of understanding and commitment. Everyone is
prepared to talk - in fact everyone wants to. They all seem
remarkably articulate. We find no-one prepared to defend the actions
of the administration. The 'critics' fall into two main groups'.
The 'progressive' university teachers, the Communists, and a number
of students see the main root of the student 'crisis' in the
backwardness of the university in relation to society's current
needs, in the quantitative inadequacy of the tuition provided, in
the semi-feudal attitudes of some professors, and in the general
insufficiency of job opportunities. They see the University as
unadapted to the modern world. The remedy for them is adaptation: a
modernising reform which would sweep away the cobwebs, provide more
teachers, better lecture theatres, a bigger educational budget,
perhaps a more liberal attitude on the campus and, at the end of it
all, an assured job.
The rebels (which include some but by no means all of the 'old'
revolutionaries) see this concern with adapting the university to
modern society as something of a diversion. For it is modern society
itself which they reject. They consider bourgeois life trivial and
mediocre, repressive and repressed. They have no yearning (but only
contempt) for the administrative and managerial careers it holds out
for them. They are not seeking integration into adult society. On
the contrary, they are seeking a chance radically to contest its
adulteration. The driving force of their revolt is their own
alienation, the meaninglessness of life under modern bureaucratic
capitalism. It is certainly not a purely economic deterioration in
their standard of living.
It is no accident that the 'revolution' started in the Nanterre
faculties of Sociology and Psychology. The students saw that the
sociology they were being taught was a means of controlling and
manipulating society, not a means of understanding it in order to
change it. In the process they' discovered revolutionary sociology.
They rejected the niche allocated to them in the great bureaucratic
pyramid, that of 'experts' in the service of a technocratic
Establishment, specialists of the 'human factor' in the modern
industrial equation. In the process they discovered the importance
of the working class. The amazing thing is that, at least among the
active layers of the students, these 'sectarians' suddenly seem to
have become the majority', surely the best definition of any
revolution.
The two types of 'criticism' of the modern French educational system
do not neutralism one another. On the contrary, each creates its own
kind of problems for the University authorities and for the
officials at the Ministry of Education. The real point is that one
kind of criticism what one might call the quantitative one - could
in time be coped with by modern bourgeois society'. The other - the
qualitative one - never. This is what gives it its revolutionary
potential. The 'trouble with the University', for the powers that
be, isn't that money can't be found for more teachers. It can. The
'trouble' is that the University is full of students - and that the
heads of the students are full of revolutionary ideas.
Among those we speak to there is a deep awareness that the problem
cannot be solved in the Latin Quarter, that isolation of the revolt
in a student 'ghetto' (even an 'autonomous' one) would spell defeat.
They realise that the salvation of the movement lies in its
extension to other sectors of the population. But here wide
differences appear. When some talk of the importance of the working
class it is as a substitute for getting on with any kind of struggle
themselves, an excuse for denigrating the students' struggle and 'adventurist'.
Yet it is precisely because of its unparalleled militancy that the
students' action has established that direct Action works, has begun
to influence the younger workers and to rattle the established
organizations. Other students realise the relationship of these
struggles more clearly. We will find them later at Censier (see page
31 ), animating the 'worker-student' action committees, But enough,
for the time being, about the Latin Quarter. The movement has
already spread beyond its narrow confines.
May 13th:From Renault to the streets of Paris
Monday 13 May 6:15am, Avenue Yves Kermen
A clear, cloudless day. Crowds begin to gather outside the pates of
the giant Renault works at Boulogne Billancourt. The main trade
union 'centrales' (CGT, CFDT and FO) have called a one day general
strike, They are protesting against police violence in the Latin
Quarter and in support of long-neglected claims concerning wages,
hours, the age of retirement and trade union rights in the plants.
The factory gales are wide open. Not a cop or supervisor in sight,
The workers stream in. A loud hailer tells them to proceed to their
respective shops, to refuse to start work and to proceed, at 8am, to
their traditional meeting place, an enormous shed-like structure in
the middle of the Ile Seguin (an island in the Seine entirely
covered by parts of the Renault plant).
As each worker goes through the gated, the pickets give him a
leaflet, jointly produced be the three unions.Leaflets in Spanish
are also distributed (over 2000 Spanish workers are employed at
Renault). French and Spanish orators succeed one another, in shod
spells, at the microphone. Although all the unions are supporting
the one-day strike, all the orators seem to belong to the CGT. it's
their loudspeaker...
6:45am
Hundreds of workers are now streaming in. Many look as if they had
corpse to work rather than to participate in mass meetings at the
plant. The decision to call the strike was only taken on the
Saturday afternoon, after many of the men had already dispersed for
the weekend. Many seem unaware of what it's all about. l am struck
by the number of Algerian and black workers. There are only' a few
posters at the gate, again mainly those of the CGT. Some pickets
carry CF DT posters. There isn't an FO poster in sight. The road and
walls outside the factory have been well covered with slogans: 'One
day strike on Monday'; 'Unity in defence of our claims'' 'NO to the
monopolies'.
The little café near the gales is packed. People seem unusually wide
awake and communicative for so early an hour, A newspaper kiosk is
selling about three copies of l'Humanité for every copy of anything
else. The local branch of the Communist Party is distributing a
leaflet calling for 'resolution, calm, vigilance and unity' and
warning against 'provocateurs'.
The pickets make no attempt to argue with those pouring in. No-one
seems to know whether they will obey the strike call or not. Less
than 25% of Renault workers belong to any union at all. This is the
biggest car factory in Europe. The loud hailer hammers home its
message: The CRS have recently assaulted peasants at Quimper, and
workers at Caen, Lyon and Dassault. Now they are turning on the
students. The regime will not tolerate opposition. It will not
modernize the country. It will not grant us our basic wage demands.
Our one day strike will show both Government and employers our
determination. We must compel them to retreat.'' The message is
repeated again and again, like a gramophone record. I wonder whether
the speaker believes what he says, whether he even senses what lies
ahead.
At 7am a dozen Trotskyists of the FER (Fédération des Etudiants
Révolutionaires) turn up to sell their paper Revoltes. They wear
large red and white buttons proclaiming their identity. A little
later another group arrives to sell Voix Ouvriere. The loudspeaker
immediately switches from an attack on the Gaullist government and
its CRS to an attack on"'provocateurs'' and "disruptive elements,
alien to the working class''. The Stalinist speaker hints that the
sellers are in the pay of the government, As they are here, ''the
police must be lurking in the neighbourhood''. Heated arguments
break out between sellers and CGT officials. The CFDT pickets are
refused the use of the loudhailer. They shout ''dèmocratie
ouvriêre'' and defend the right of the 'disruptive elements' to
sell their stuff. A rather abstract right, as not a sheet is sold.
The front page of Revoltes carries an esoteric article on Eastern
Europe.
Much invective (but no blows) are exchanged. In the course of an
argument I hear Bro. Trigon (delegate to the second electoral
'college' at Renault) describe Danny Cohn-Bandit as ''un agent du
pouvoir'' (an agent of the authorities). A student takes him up on
this point. The Trots don't. Shortly before 8am they walk off, their
'act of presence' accomplished and duly recorded for history.
At about the same time, hundreds of workers who had entered the
factory leave their shops and assemble in the sunshine in an open
space a few hundred yards inside the main gate. From there they
amble towards Ile Seguin, crossing one arm of the river Seine on the
way. Other processions heave other points of the factory and
converge on the same area. The metallic ceiling is nearly 200 feet
above our heads, Enormous stocks of components are piled up high
right and left. Far away to the right an assembly line is still
working, lifting what looks like rear car seats, complete with
attached springs, from the ground to first floor level.
Some 10,000 workers are soon assembled in the shed. The orators
address them through a loudspeaker from a narrow platform some 40
feet up. The platform runs in front of what looks like an elevated
inspection post but which I am told is a union office inside the
factor. The CGT speaker deals with various sectional wage claims. He
denounces the resistance of the government ''in the hands of the
monopolies'', He produces facts and figures dealing with the wage
structure, Many highly skilled men are not getting enough. A CFDT
speaker follows him. He deals with the steady speed-up, with the
worsening of working conditions, with accidents and with the fate of
man in production. "What kind of life is this? Are we always to
remain puppets, carrying out every whim of the management?'' He
advocates uniform wage increases for all ('augmentations non-hiérarchisées'),
An FO speaker follows. He is technically the most competent, but
says the least. In flowery rhetoric he talks of 1936, but omits all
reference to Léon Blum. The record of FO is bad in the factory and
the speaker is heckled from time to time, The CGT speakers then ask
the workers to participate en masse in the big rally planned for
that afternoon. As the last speaker finishes, the crowd
spontaneously breaks out into a rousing 'Internationale', The older
men seem to know most of the words. The younger workers only know
the chorus. A friend nearby assures me that in 20 years this is the
first time he has heard the song sung inside Renault (he has
attended dozens of mass meetings in the lle Seguin). There is an
atmosphere of excitement, particularly among the younger workers.
The crowd then breaks up into several sections. Some walk back over
the bridge and out of the factory. Others proceed systematically
through the shops where a few hundred blokes are still at work. Some
of tees: men argue but most seem only too glad for an excuse to stop
and join in the procession. Gangs weave their way, joking and
singing, amid the giant presses and tanks. Those remaining at work
are ironically cheered, clapped or exhaled to ''step on it'' or
''work harder''. Occasional foremen look on helplessly, as One
assembly line after another is brought to a halt.
Many of the lathes have coloured pictures plastered over them:
pin-ups and green fields, sex and sunshine. Anyone still working is
exhorted to get out into the daylight, not just to dream about it,
in the main plant, over half a mile long, hardly 12 men remain in
their overalls. Not an angry voice can be heard. There is much good
humoured banter. By 1 am thousands of workers have poured out into
the warmth of a morning in May. An open-air beer and sandwich stall,
outside the gate, is doing a roaring trade.
Monday 13 May 1 , 15 pm.
The streets are crowded, The response to the call for a 24-hour
general strike has exceeded the wildest hopes of the trade unions.
Despite the short notice Paris is paralysed. The strike was only
decided 48 hours ago, after the 'night of the barricades'. It is
moreover 'illegal'. The law of the land demands a five-day notice
before an 'official' strike can be called. Too bad for legality. A
solid phalanx of young people is walking up the Boulevard de
Sébastopol, towards the Gare de I'Est. They are proceeding to the
student rallying point for the giant demonstration called jointly by
the unions, the students' organization (UNEF) and the teachers'
associations (FEN and SNESup).
There is not a bus or car in sight. The streets of Paris today
belong to the demonstrators. Thousands of them are already in the
square in front of the station, Thousands more are moving in from
every direction. The plan agreed by the sponsoring organizations is
for the different categories to assemble separately and then to
converge on the Place de Ia République, from where the march will
proceed across Paris, via the Latin Quarter: to the Piace
Denfert-Rochereau. We are already packed like sardines for as far as
the eye can see, yet there is more than an hour to go before we are
due to proceed. The sun has been shining all day, The girls are in
summer dresses, the young men in shirt sleeves. A red flag is flying
over the railway station. There are many red flags in the crowd and
several black ones too.
A man suddenly appears carrying a suitcase full of duplicated
leaflets. He belongs to some left 'groupuscule' or other. He opens
his suitcase and distributes perhaps a dozen leaflets. But he
doesn't have to continue alone. There is an unquenchable thirst for
information, ideas, literature, argument, polemic. The man just
stands there as people surround him and press forward to get the
leaflets. Dozens of demonstrators, without even reading the leaflet,
help him distribute them. Some 6000 copies get out in a few minutes.
AII seem to be assiduously read, People argue, laugh, joke. I
witnessed such scenes again and again.
Sellers of revolutionary literature are doing well. An edict, signed
by the organizers of the demonstration, that lathe only literature
allowed would be that of the organizations sponsoring the
demonstration'' (see I'Humanité, 13 May 1968, page 5) is being
enthusiastically flouted. This bureaucratic restriction (much
criticised the previous evening when announced at Censier by the
student delegates to the Co-ordinating Committee) obviously cannot
be enforced in a crowd of this size. The revolution is bigger than
any organization, more tolerant than any institution 'representing'
the masses, more realistic than any edict of any Central Committee.
Demonstrators have climbed onto walls, onto the roofs of bus stops,
onto the railings in front of the station. Some have loud hailers
and make short speeches. All the 'politicos' seem to be in one part
or other of this crowd. I can see the banner of the Jeunesse
Communiste Révolutionaire, portraits of Castro and Che Guevara, the
banner of the FER, several banners of 'Servir le Peuple' (a Maoist
group). and the banner of the UJCML (Union de Ia Jeunesse Communiste
Marxiste-Léniniste), another Maoist tendency. There are also banners
from many educational establishments now occupied by those who work
there. Large groups of lichens (high school kids) mingle with the
students as do many thousands of teachers. At about 2pm the student
section sets off, singing the 'Internationale'. We march 20-30
abreast, arms linked. There is a row of red flags in front of us,
then a banner 50 feet wide carrying four simple words: 'Etudiants,
Enseignants, Travailleurs, Solidaires'. It is an impressive sight.
The whole Boulevard de Magenta is a solid seething mass of humanity.
We can't enter the Place de la République, already packed foil of
demonstrators. One can't even move along the pavements or through
adjacent streets. Nothing but people, as far as the eye can see. As
we proceed slowly down the Boulevard de Magenta, we notice on a
third floor balcony, high on our right, an SFIO (Socialist Party)
headquarters, The balcony is bedecked with a few decrepit-looking
red flags and a banner proclaiming 'Solidarity with the students'. A
few elderly characters wave at us, somewhat self-consciously,
Someone in the crowd starts chanting ''O-pur-tu-nistes''. The slogan
is taken up, rhythmically roared by thousands, to the discomfiture
of those on the balcony who beat a hasty retreat, The people have
not forgotten the use of the CRS against the striking miners in 1958
by 'socialist' Minister of the Interior Jules Moch, They remember
the 'socialist' Prime Minister Guy Mollet and his role during the
Algerian War. Mercilessly, the crowd shows its contempt for the
discredited politicians now seeking to jump on the bandwagon. ''Guy
Mollet, au musée'', they shout, amid laughter. It is truly the end
of an epoch. At about 3pm we at last reach the Place de Ia
République, our point of departure, The crowd here is so dense that
several people faint and have to be carried into neighbouring cafes,
Here people are packed almost as tight as in the street, but can at
least avoid being injured, The window of one café gives way under
the pressure of the crowd outside, There is a genuine fear, in
several pads of the crowd, of being crushed to death. The first
union contingents fortunately begin to leave the square. There isn't
a policeman in sight. Although the demonstration has been announced
as a joint one, the CGT leaders are still striving desperately to
avoid a mixing-up, on the streets, of students and workers. In this
they are moderately successful. By about 4.3Opm the students' and
teachers' contingent, perhaps 80,000 strong, finally leaves the
Place de Ia République, Hundreds of thousands of demonstrators have
preceded it, hundreds of thousands follow it, but the 'left'
contingent has been well and truly 'bottled-in'. Several groups,
understanding at last the CGT'S manoeuvre, break loose once we are
out of the square. They take shod cuts via various side streets, at
the double, and succeed in infiltrating groups of 100 or so into
pads of the march ahead of them or behind them. The Stalinist
stewards walking hand in hand an. hemming the march in on either
side are powerless to prevent these sudden influxes. The student
demonstrators scatter like fish in water as soon as they have
entered a given contingent. The CGT marchers themselves are quite
friendly and readily assimilate the newcomers, not quite sure what
it's ail about, The students' appearances dress and speech does not
enable them to be identified as readily as they would be in Britain.
The main student contingent proceeds as a compact body. Now that we
are past the bottleneck of the Place de la République the pace is
quite rapid. The student group nevertheless takes at least half an
hour to pass a given point. The slogans of the students contrast
strikingly with those of the CGT. The students shout ''Le Pouvoir
aux Ouvriers'' (All Power to the Workers); ''Le Pouvoir est dens Ia
rue'' (Power lies in the street)',"'Libérez nos camarades''. COT
members shout ''Pompidou, démission'' (Pompidou, resign). The
students chant "de Gaulle, assassin'', or 'ICRS-SS''. The CGT: ('Des
soul, pas de matraques'' (money, not police clubs) or ''Défense du
pouvoir d'achat'' (Defend our purchasing power) The students say
"Non à l'Université de classe''. The CGT and the Stalinist students,
grouped around the banner of their paper Claret reply "Université
Démocratique''. Deep political differences lie behind the
differences of emphasis. some slogans are taken up by everyone,
slogans such as "Dix ens, c'est assez'' ,''A bas I'Etat policier'',
or ''Bon anniversaire, mon Général''. Whole groups mournfully intone
a well-known refrain: ''Adieu, de Gaulle''. They wave their
handkerchiefs, to the great merriment of the bystanders. As the main
student contingent crosses the Pont St Michel to enter the Latin
Quarter it suddenly stops, in silent tribute to its wounded. All
thoughts are for a moment switched to those lying in hospital, their
sight in danger through too much tear gas or their skulls or ribs
fractured by the truncheons of the CRS. The sudden, angry silence of
this noisiest pad of the demonstration conveys a deep impression of
strength and resolution. One senses massive accounts yet to be
settled.
At the top of the Boulevard St Michel I drop out of the march, climb
onto a parapet lining the Luxembourg Gardens, and just watch. l
remain there for two hours as row after row of demonstrators marches
past, 30 or more abreast, a human tidal wave of fantastic,
inconceivable size, How many are they? 600,000? 800,000? A million?
1 ,500,000? No-one can really number them. The first of the
demonstrators reached the final dispersal point hours before the
last ranks had left the Place de Ia République, at 7pm. There were
banners of every kind: union banners, student banners, political
banners, non-political banners, recordist banners, revolutionary
banners, banners of the 'Mouvement contra -Armement Atomique',
banners of various Conseils de Parents d'Elèves, banners of every
conceivable size and shape, proclaiming a common abhorrence at what
had happened and a common will to struggle on. Some banners were
notedly applauded, such as the one saying 'Libérons'information'(let's
have a free news service) carried by a group of employees from the
ORTF. Some banners indulged in vivid symbolism, such as the gruesome
one carried by a group of artists, depicting human hands. heads and
eyes, each with its price tag, on display on the hooks and trays of
a butcher's shop. Endlessly they filed past, There were whole
sections of hospital personnel, in white coats, some carrying
posters saying 'Où sent les dispartls des hopitatlx?' (where are
the missing injured?). Every factory, every major workplace seemed
to be represented, There Were numerous groups of, railwaymen,
postmen, printers, Metro personnel, metal workers, airport workers,
market men, electricians, lawyers, supermen, bank employees,
building workers, glass and chemical workers, waiters, municipal
employees: painters and decorators, gas workers, shop girls,
insurance clerks, road sweepers, film studio operators, busmen,
teachers, Sharkers from the new plastic industries, row upon row
upon row of them, the flesh and blood of modern capitalist society,
an unending macs, a power that could sweep everything before it, if
it but decided to do so, My thoughts went to those who say that the
workers are only interested in football, in the 'tiercé'
(horse-betting), in watching the telly and that the working class ,
in their annual 'conges' (holidays), cannot see beyond the problems
of its everyday life. It was so palpably untrue. I also thought of
those who say that only a narrow and rotten leadership lies between
the masses and the total transformation of society. It was equally
untrue. Today the working class is becoming conscious of its
strength. Will it decide, tomorrow, to use it?
I rejoin the march and we proceed towards Dented Rochereau. We pass
several statues, sedate gentlemen now bedecked with red flags or
carrying slogans such as 'Libérez nos camarades'. As we pass a
hospital silence again descends on the endless crowd. Someone starts
whistling the 'lnternationale', Others take it up. Like a breeze
rustling over an enormous field of corn, the whistled tune ripples
out in all directions. From the windows of the hospital some nurses
wave at us.
At various intersections we pass traffic lights which by some
strange inertia still seem to be working. Red and green alternate,
at fixed intervals, meaning as little as bourgeois education, as
work in modern society, as the lives of those walking past. The
reality of today, for a few hours, has submerged all of yesterday's
patterns. The part of the march in which l find myself is now
rapidly approaching what the organizers have decided should be the
dispersal point. The CGT is desperately keen that its hundreds of
thousands of supposers should disperse quietly, It fears them, when
they are together. It wants them nameless atoms again, scattered to
the four corners of Paris, powerless in the context of their
individual preoccupations. The COT sees itself as the only possible
link between them, as the divinely ordained vehicle for the
expression of their collective viii. The 'Mouvement du 22 Mars', on
the other hand, had issued a call to the students and workers,
asking them to stick together and to proceed to the lawns of the
Champ de Mars (at the foot of the Eiffel Tower) for a massive
collective discussion on the experiences of the day and on the
problems that lie ahead.
At this stage I sample for the first time what a 'service d'ordre'
composed of Stalinist stewards really means. AII day, the stewards
have obviously been anticipating this particular moment. They are
very tense, clearly expecting 'trouble'. Above all else they fear
what they call 'débordement', ie being outflanked on the left. For
the last half-mile of the march five or six solid rows of them line
up on either side of the demonstrators. Arms linked, they form a
massive sheath around the marchers. CGT officials address the
bottled-up demonstrators through two powerful loudspeakers mounted
on vans, instructing them to disperse quietly via the Boulevard
Arago, ie to proceed in precisely the opposite direction to the one
leading to the Champ de Mars. Other exits from the Place Denfert
Rochereau are blocked by lines of stewards linking arms On occasions
like this, l am told, the Communist Party calls up thousands of its
members from the Paris area. It also summons members from mites
around, bringing them up by the coachload from places as far away as
Rennes, Orleans, Sens, Lille and Limoges. The municipalities under
Communist Party control provide further hundreds of these 'stewards'
not necessarily Party members, but people dependent on the goodwill
of the Party for their jobs and future. Ever since its heyday of
participation in the government (1945-47) the Party has had this
kind of mass base in the Paris suburbs. It has invariably used it in
circumstances like today. On this demonstration there must be at
least 10,000 such stewards, possibly twice that number. The
exhortations of the stewards meet with a variable response. Whether
they are successful in getting particular groups to disperse via the
Boulevard Arago depends of course on the composition of the groups.
Most of those which the students have not succeeded in infiltrating
obey, although even here some of the younger militants protest: ''We
are a million in the streets. Why should we go home?'' Other groups
hesitate, vacillate, start arguing. Student speakers climb on walls
and shout: "'AII those who want to return to the telly, turn down
the Boulevard Arago. Those who are for joint worker-student
discussions and for developing the struggle, turn down the Boulevard
Raspail and proceed to the Champ de Mars''. Those protesting against
the dispersion orders are immediately jumped on by the stewards,
denounced as 'provocateurs' and often man-handled. I saw several
comrades of the 'Mouvement du 22 Mars' physically assaulted, their
portable loud hailers from their hands and their leaflets torn from
them and thrown to the ground. In some sections there seemed to be
dozens, in others hundreds, in others thousands of 'provocateurs'. A
number of minor punch-ups take piece as the stewards are swept aside
by these particular contingents. Heated arguments break out, the
demonstrators denouncing the Stalinists as 'cops' and as 'the last
rampart of the bourgeoisie'.
A respect for facts compels me to admit that most contingents
followed the orders of the trade union bureaucrats. The repeated
slanders by the CGT and Communist Party leaders had had their
effect. The students were ''trouble-makers'' ''adventurers''
''dubious elements''. Their proposed action would only lead to a
massive intervention by the CRS' (who had kept well out of sight
throughout the whole of the afternoon). "This was just a
demonstration, not a prelude to revolutions'' Playing ruthlessly on
the most backward sections of the crowd, and physically assaulting
the more advanced sections, the apparatchiks of the CGT succeeded in
getting the bulk of the demonstrators to disperse, often under
protest.
Thousands went to the Champ de Mars, But hundreds of thousands went
home. The Stalinists won the day, but the arguments started will
surely reverberate down the months to come.
At about 8pm an episode took place which changed the temper of the
last sections of the march, now approaching the dispersal point. A
police van suddenly came up one of the streets leading Into the
Place Denfert Rochereau. It must have strayed from its intended
route, or perhaps its driver had assumed that the demonstrators had
already dispersed. Seeing the crowd ahead the two uniformed
gendarmes in the front seat panicked. Unable to reverse in time in
order to retreat, the driver decided that his life hinged on forcing
a passage through the thinnest section of the crowd. The vehicle
accelerated: hurling itself into the demonstrators at about 50 mikes
an hour. People scattered wildly in alt directions. Several people
were knocked down and two were seriously injured. Many more
narrowly' escaped, The van was finally surrounded. One of the
policemen in the front seat was dragged out and repeatedly punched
by the infuriated crowd, determined to lynch him. He was finally
rescuers in the nick of time, by the stewards. They more or less
carried him, semi-conscious, down a side street where he was passed
horizontally, like a battered blood sausage, through an open ground
floor window.
To do this, the stewards had had to engage in a running fight with
several hundred very angry marchers. The crowd then started rocking
the stranded police van. The remaining policeman drew his revolver
and fired. People ducked. By a miracle no-one was hit. A hundred
yards away the bullet made a hole, about three feet above ground
level, in a window of 'Le Belfort', a big café at 297 Boulevard
Raspail. The stewards again rushed to the rescue, forming a barrier
between the crowd and the police van, which was allowed to escape
down a side street, driven by the policeman who had fired at the
crowd.
Hundreds of demonstrators then thronged round the hole in the window
of the cafe. Press photographers were summoned, arrived, duly took
their close-ups - none of which, of course, were ever published,
(Two days later l'Humanité carried a few lines about the episode, at
the bottom of a column on page 5.) One effect of the episode is that
several thousand more demonstrators decided not to disperse. They
turned and marched down towards the Champ de Mars, shouting ''lls
ont tiré Ã Denfert'' (they've shot at us at Denfert). If the
incident had taken place an hour earlier, the evening of 13 May
might have had a very different complexion.
The Sorbonne Soviet
On Saturday 11 May, shortly before midnight, Mr Pompidou, Prime
Minister of France, overruled his Minister of the Interior, his
Minister of Education, and issued orders to his 'independent'
Judiciary. He announced that the police would be withdrawn from the
Latin Quarter, that the faculties would re-open on Monday 13 May,
and that the law would 'reconsider' the question of the students
arrested the previous week. It was the biggest political climb-down
of his career: For the students, and for many others, it was the
living proof that direct action worked. Concessions had been won
through struggle which had been unobtainable by other means. Early
on the Monday morning the CRS platoons guarding the entrance to the
Sorbonne were discreetly withdrawn. The students moved in, first in
small groups, then in hundreds, later in thousands. By midday the
occupation was complete. Every 'tricolore' was promptly hauled down,
every lecture theatre occupied, Red flags were hoisted from the
official flagpoles and from improvised ones at many windows, some
overlooking the streets, others the big internal courtyard. Hundreds
of feet above the milling students, enormous red and black flags
fluttered side by side from the Chapel dome, What happened over the
next few days will leave a permanent mark on the French educational
system, on the structure of French society and - most important of
all - on the minds of those who lived and made history during that
hectic first fortnight. The Sorbonne was suddenly transformed from
the fusty precinct where French capitalism selected and moulded its
hierarchs, its technocrats and its administrative bureaucracy into a
revolutionary volcano in full eruption whose lava was to spread far
and wide, searing the social structure of modern France.
The physical occupation of the Sorbonne was followed by an
intellectual explosion of unprecedented violence. Everything,
literally everything, was suddenly and simultaneously up for
discussion, for question, for challenge. There were no taboos. It is
easy to criticise the chaotic upsurge of thoughts, ideas and
proposals unleashed in such circumstances. 'Professional
revolutionaries' and petty bourgeois philistines criticised to their
heart's content. But in so doing they only revealed how they
themselves were trapped in the ideology of a previous epoch and were
incapable of transcending it. They failed to recognise the
tremendous significance of the new: of all that could not be
apprehended within their own pre-established intellectual
categories. The phenomenon was witnessed again and again, as it
doubtless has been in every really great upheaval in history.
Day and night, every lecture theatre was packed out, the seat of
continuous, passionate debate on every subject that ever preoccupied
thinking humanity. No formal lecturer ever enjoyed so massive an
audience, was ever listened to with such rapt attention - or given
such short shrift if he talked nonsense. A kind of order rapidly
prevailed. By the second day a noticeboard had appeared near the
front entrance announcing what was being talked about, and where. l
noted'. 'Organisation of the struggle'; 'Political and trade union
rights in the University'; 'University crisis or social crisis?'.
'Dossier of police repression'; 'Self-management'; 'Non-selection'
(or how to open the doors of the University to everyone); 'Methods
of teaching'; 'Exams', etc. Other lecture theatres were given over
to the students-workers liaison committees, soon to 'assume great
importance. In yet other hales, discussions were under way on
'sexual repression', on 'the colonial question', on 'ideôlogy and
mystification', Any group of people wishing to discuss anything
under the sun would just take over one of the lecture theatres or
smaller rooms. Fortunately there were dozens of these. The first
impression was of a gigantic lid suddenly lifted, of pent-up
thoughts and aspirations suddenly exploding, on being released from
the realm of dreams into the realm of the real and the possible. In
changing their environment people themselves were changed. Those who
had never dared say anything suddenly felt their thoughts to be the
most important thing in the world and said so. The shy became
communicative. The helpless and isolated suddenly discovered that
collective power lay in their hands. The traditionally apathetic
suddenly realized the intensity of their involvement. A tremendous
surge of community and cohesion gripped those who had previously
seen themselves as isolated and impotent puppets, dominated by
institutions that they could neither control nor understand. People
just went up and talked to one another without a trace of
self-consciousness. This state of euphoria lasted throughout the
whole fortnight I was there, An inscription scrawled on a wall sums
it up perfectly'. 'Déjà dix jours de bonheur' (ten days of happiness
already).
In the yard of the Sorbonne, politics (frowned on for a generation)
took over with a vengeance. Literature stalls sprouted up along the
whole inner perimeter, Enormous portraits appeared on the internal
walls: Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Mao, Castro, Guevara, a revolutionary
resurrection breaking the bounds of time and place. Even Stalin put
in a transient appearance (above a Maoist stall) until it was
tactfully suggested to the comrades that he wasn't really at home in
such company.
On the stalls themselves every kind of literature suddenly blossomed
forth in the summer sunshine: leaflets and pamphlets by anarchists,
Stalinists, Maoists, Trotskyists (three varieties), the PSU and the
non-committed. The yard of the Sorbonne had become a gigantic
revolutionary drug-store, in which the most esoteric products no
longer had to be kept beneath the counter but could now be
prominently displayed. Old issues of journals, yellowed by the
years, were unearthed and often sold as well as more recent
material. Everywhere there were groups of 1 0 or 20 people, in
heated discussion, people talking about the barricades, about the
CRST about their own experiences, but also about the commune of 1871
, about 1905 and 1917, about the Italian left in 1921 and About
France in 1936. A fusion was taking place between the consciousness
Of the revolutionary minorities and the consciousness of whole new
layers Of people, dragged day by day into the maelstrom of political
controversy. The students were learning within days what it had
taken others a lifetime to learn. Many lichens came to see What it
was all about. They too got sucked into the vortex. I remember a boy
of 14 explaining to an incredulous man of 60 why students should
have the right to depose professors.
Other things also happened. A large piano suddenly appeared In the
great central yard and remained there for several days. People would
come and play on it, surrounded by enthusiastic supposers. As people
talked in the lecture theatres of nee-capitalism and Of its
techniques of manipulation, strands of Chopin and bars of jazz, bits
of La Carmagnole and atonal compositions wafted through the air. One
evening there was a drum recital, then some clarinet players took
over. These 'diversions' may have infuriated some of the more
single-minded revolutionaries, but they were as much part and parcel
of the total transformation of the Sorbonne as were the
revolutionary doctrines being proclaimed in the lecture hails. An
exhibition of huge photographs of the 'night of the barricades' (in
beautiful half-tones) appeared one morning, mounted on stands.
No-tine knew who had put it up. Everyone agreed that it succinctly
summarised the horror and glamour, the anger and promise of that
fateful night. Even the doors of the Chapel giving on to the yard
were soon covered with inscriptions: 'open this door - Finis, le
tabernacles','Religion is the last mystification'. Or more
prosaically: 'We want somewhere to piss, not somewhere to pray'. The
massive outer walls of the Sorbonne were likewise soon plastered
with posters - posters announcing the first sit-in strikes, posters
describing the wage rates of whole sections of Paris workers,
posters announcing the next demonstrations, posters describing the
solidarity marches in Peking, posters denouncing the police
repression and the use of CS gas (as well as of ordinary tear-gas)
against the demonstrators. There were posters, dozens of them,
warning students against the Communist Party's band-wagon jumping
tactics, telling them how it had attacked their movement and how it
was now seeking to assume its leadership. Political posters in
plenty. But also others, proclaiming the new ethos. A big one for
instance near the main entrance, boldly proclaimed 'Défense
d'interdire' (Forbidding forbidden). And others, equally to the
point: 'Only the truth is revolutionary', 'Our revolution is greater
than ourselves', 'We refuse the role assigned to us, will not be
trained as police dogs'. People's concerns varied but converged. The
posters reflected the deeply libertarian prevailing philosophy:
'Humanity will only be happy when the last capitalist has been
strangled with the guts of the last bureaucrat'', 'Culture is
disintegrating. Create!','I take my wishes for reality for I believe
in the reality of my wishes'; or more simply, 'Creativity,
spontaneity, life'. In the street outside, hundreds of passers-by
would stop to read these improvised wall-newspapers. Some gaped.
Some sniggered Some nodded assent. Some argued, Some, summoning
their courage: actually entered the erstwhile sacrosanct premises,
as they were being exhorted to by numerous posters proclaiming that
the Sorbonne was now open to all, Young workers who 'wouldn't have
been seen in that place' a month ago now walked in groups, at first
rather self-consciously, later as if they owned the place, which of
course they did.
As the days went by, another kind of invasion took place -- the
invasion by the cynical and the unbelieving, or - more charitably -
by those who 'had only come to see'. It gradually gained momentum.
At certain stages it threatened to paralyse the serious work being
done, part of which had to be hived off to the Faculty of Letters,
at Censing, also occupied by the students. It was felt necessary,
however, for the doors to be kept open, 24 hours a day. The message
certainly spread. Deputations came first from other universities,
then from high schools, later from factories and offices, to look,
to question, to argue, to study.
The most telling sign, however, of the new and heady climate was to
be found on the wails of the Sorbonne corridors. Around the main
lecture theatres there is a maze of such corridors', dark, dusty,
depressing, and hitherto unnoticed passageways leading from nowhere
in particular to nowhere else. Suddenly these corridors sprang to
life in a firework of luminous mural wisdom - much of it of
Situationist inspiration. Hundreds of people suddenly stopped to
read such pearls as: 'Do not consume Marx. Live it'; 'The future
will only contain what we put into it now'; 'When examined. we will
answer with questions'', 'Professors, you make us feel old' ; 'One
doesn't compose with a society in decomposition'', 'We must remain
the unadapted ones'; 'Workers of all lands, enjoy yourselves' :
'Those who carry out a revolution only half-way through merely dig
themselves a tomb (St Just), 'Please leave the PC (Communist Party)
as clean on leaving as you would like to find it on entering '; 'The
tears of the philistines are the nectar of the gods',' 'GO and die
in Naples. with the Club Mediterranée'; 'Long live communication,
down with telecommunication' ' 'Masochism today dresses up as
reformism ; We will claim nothing. We will ask for nothing. We will
take. We will occupy'; 'The only outrage to the Tomb of the Unknown
Soldier was the outrage that put him there'', 'No, we won't be
picked up by the Great Party of the Working Class', And a big
inscription, well displayed'. 'Since 1936 l have fought for wage
increases, My father, before me, also fought for wage increases. Now
I have a telly, a fridge, a Volkswagen. Yet all in all, my life has
always been a dog's life. Don't discuss with the bosses. Eliminate
them.'
Day after day the courtyard and corridors are crammed, the scene of
an incessant bi-directional flow to every conceivable part of the
enormous building. It may look like chaos, but it is the chaos of a
beehive or of an anthill. A new structure is gradually being
evolved. A canteen has been organised in one big hall, people pay
what they can afford for glasses of orange juice, 'menthe', or
'grenadine' and for ham or sausage rolls. l enquire whether costs
are covered and am toad they more or less break even. In another
part of the building a children's creche has been set up, elsewhere
a first-aid station, elsewhere a dormitory. Regular sweeping-up
rotas are organised. Rooms are allocated to the Occupation
Committee, to the Press Committee, to the Propaganda Committee, to
the student- worker liaison committees, to the committees dealing
with foreign students, to the action committees of Lyceens, to the
committees dealing with the allocation of premises, and to the
numerous commissions undertaking special projects such as the
compiling of a dossier on police atrocities, the study of the
implications of autonomy, of the examination system, etc. Anyone
seeking work can readily find it. The composition of the committees
was very variable. It often changed from day to day, as the
committees gradually found their feel. To those who pressed for
instant solutions to every problem it would be answered: "patience,
comrade give us a chance to evolve an alternative. The bourgeoisie
has controlled this university for nearly two centuries. It has
solved nothing. We are building from rock bottom, We need a month or
two...''
Confronted with this tremendous explosion which it had neither
foreseen nor been able to control the Communist Party tried
desperately to salvage what it could of its shattered reputation.
Between 3 May and 13 May every issue of I'Humanité had carried
paragraphs either attacking the students or making slimy innuendoes
about them. Now the line suddenly changed, The Party sent dozens of
its best agitators into the Sorbonne to 'explain' its case. The case
was a simple one. The Party 'supported the students' - even if there
were a few 'dubious elements' in their leadership. It 'always had'.
It always would. Amazing scenes followed. Every Stalinist 'agitator'
would immediately be surrounded by a large group of well-informed
young people, denouncing the Party's counter-revolutionary role. A
wall-paper had been put up by the comrades of Volà Ouvrière on
which had been posted, day by day, every statement attacking the
students to have appeared in I'Humanite- or in any of a dozen Party
leaflets. The 'agitators' couldn't get a word in edgeways. They
would be jumped on (non-violently). ''The evidence was over there,
comrade. Would the Party comrades like to come and read just exactly
what the Party had been saying not a week ago? Perhaps I'Humanité
would like to grant the students space to reply to some of the
accusations made against them?'' Others in the audience would then
bring up the Party's role during the Algerian War, during the
miners' strike of 1958, during the years of 'tripartisme'
(1945-1947). Wriggle as they tried, the 'agitators' just could not
escape this kind of 'instant education'. It was interesting to note
that the Party could not entrust this 'salvaging' operation to its
younger, student members. Only the 'older comrades' could safely
venture into this hornets' nest. So much so that people would say
that anyone in the Sorbonne over the age of 40 was either a copper's
nark or a stalinist stooge. The most dramatic periods of the
occupation were undoubtedly the 'Assemblées Générales', or plenary
sessions, held every' night in the giant amphitheatre. This was the
soviet, the ultimate source of all decisions, the fount and origin
of direct democracy. The amphitheatre could seat up to 5000 people
in its enormous hemicycle, surmounted by three balcony tiers. As
often as not every seat was taken and the crowd would flow up the
aisles and onto the podium, A black flag and a red one hung over the
simple wooden table at which the chairman sat. Having seen meetings
of 50 break up in chaos it is an amazing experience to see a meeting
of 5000 get down to business. Real events determined the themes and
ensured that most of the talk was down to earth.
The topic having been decided, everyone was allowed to speak. Most
speeches were made from the podium but some from the body of the
hall or from the balconies. The loudspeaker equipment usually worked
but sometimes didn't. Some speakers could command immediate
attention, without even raising their voice. Others would instantly
provoke a hostile response by the stridency of their tone, their
insincerity or their more or less obvious attempts at manoeuvring
the assembly. Anyone who waffled, or reminisced, or came to recite a
set-piece, or talked in terms of slogans, was given shod shrift by
the audience, politically the most sophisticated I have ever seen.
Anyone making practical suggestions was listened to attentively. So
were those who sought to interpret the movement in terms of its own
experience or to point the way ahead.
Most speakers were granted three minutes, Some were allowed much
more by popular acclaim. The crowd itself exerted a tremendous
control on the platform and on the speakers. A two-way relationship
emerged very quickly. The political maturity of the Assembly was
shown most strikingly in its rapid realization that booing or
cheering during speeches slowed down the Assembly's own
deliberations. Positive speeches were loudly cheered - at the end.
Demagogic or useless ones were impatiently swept aside, Conscious
revolutionary minorities played an important catalytic role in these
deliberations, but never sought - at least the more intelligent ones
- to impose their will on the mass body. Although in the early
stages the Assembly had its fair share of exhibited nests,
provocateurs and nuts, the overhead costs of direct democracy were
not as heavy as one might have expected.
There were moments of excitement and moments of exhortation. On the
night of 13 May, after the massive march through the streets of
Paris, Daniel Cohn-Bandit confronted J M Catala, general secretary
of the Union of Communist Students in front of the packed
auditorium. The scene remains printed in my mind. ''Explain to us'',
Cohn-Bandit said, ''why the Communist Party and the CGT told their
militants to disperse at Denfed Rochereau, why it prevented them
joining up with us for a discussion at the Champ de Mars?'' "simple,
really'' sneered Catala. ''The agreement concluded between the CGT,
the CFDT, the UNEF and the other sponsoring organizations stipulated
that dispersal would take place at a predetermined place. The Joint
Sponsoring Committee had not sanctioned any further
developments...'' ''A revealing answer'', replied Cohn-Bandit, ''the
organizations hadn't foreseen that we would be a million in the
streets. But life is bigger than the organizations. With a million
people almost anything is possible. You say the Committee hadn't
sanctioned anything further. On the day of the Revolution, comrade,
you will doubtless tell us to forego it 'because it hasn't been
sanctioned by the appropriate sponsoring committee'...''
This brought the house down. The only ones who didn't rise to cheer
were a few dozen Stalinists. Also, revealingly, those Trotskyists
who tacitly accepted the Stalinist conceptions - and whose only
quarrel with the CP is that it had excluded them from being one of
the 'sponsoring organisations'. That same night the Assembly took
three important decisions. From now on the Sorbonne would constitute
itself as a revolutionary headquarters ('Smolny', someone shouted).
Those who worked there would devote their main efforts not to a mere
re-organisation of the educational system, but to a total subversion
of bourgeois society. From now on the University would be open to
all those who subscribed to these aims. The proposals having been
accepted the audience rose to a man and sang the loudest, most
impassioned 'Internationale' I have ever heard. The echoes must have
reverberated as far as the Elysee Palace on the other side of the
River Seine...
The Censier revolutionaries
At the same time as the students occupied the Sorbonne, they also
took over the 'Centre Censier' (the new Paris University Faculty of
Letters). Censier is an enormous, ultra-modern,
steel-concrete-and-glass affair situated at the south-east corner of
the Latin Quarter, Its occupation attracted less attention than did
that of the Sorbonne. It was to prove, however, just as significant
an event. For while the Sorbonne was the shop window of
revolutionary Paris - with art that that implies in terms of garish
display-, Censier was its dynamo, the place where things really got
done.
To many, the Paris May Days must have seen an essentially nocturnal
affair: nocturnal battles with the CRS, nocturnal barricades,
nocturnal debates in the great amphitheaters. But this was but one
side of the coin. While some argued late into the Sorbonne night?
others went to bed early for in the mornings they would be handing
out leaflets at factory gales or in the suburbs, leaflets that had
to be drafted, typed, duplicated, and the distribution of which had
to be carefully organised. This patient, systematic work was done at
Censier. It contributed in no small measure to giving the new
revolutionary consciousness articulate expression.
Soon after Censier had been occupied a group of activists
comandeered a large part of the third floor. This space was to be
the headquarters of their proposed 'worker-student action
committees'. The general idea was to establish links with groups of
workers, however small: who shared the general libertarian-
revolutionary outlook of this group of students. Contact having been
made, workers and students would cc-operate in the joint drafting of
leaflets. The leaflets would discuss the immediate problems of
particular groups of workers, but in the light of what the students
had shown to be possible. A given leaflet would then be jointly
distributed by workers and students, outside the navicular factory
or office to which it referred, In some instances the distribution
would have to be undertaken by students alone, in others hardly a
single student would be needed, What brought the Censing comrades
together was a deeply-felt sense of the revolutionary potentialities
of the situation and the knowledge that they had no time to waste.
They all felt the pressing need for direct action propaganda, and
that the urgency of the situation required of them that they
transcend any doctrinal differences they might have with one
another.
They were all intensely' political people. By and large, their
politics were those of that new and increasingly important
historical species: the ex- members of one or other revolutionary
organization.
What were their views? Basically they boiled down to a few simple
propositions. What was needed just now was a rapid, autonomous
development of the working class struggle, the setting up of elected
strike committees which would link union and non-union members in
all strike-bound. plants and enterprises, regular meetings of the
strikers so that the fundamental decisions remained in the hands of
the rank and file, workers' defence committees to defend pickets
from police intimidation, a constant dialogue with the revolutionary
students aimed at restoring to the working class its own tradition
of direct democracy and its own aspiration to self-management (auto-
gestion), usurped by the bureaucracies of the trade unions and the
political parties, For a whole week the various Trotskyist and
Maoist factions didn't even notice what was going on at Censier.
They spent their time in public and often acrimonious debates at the
Sorbonne as to who could provide the best leadership. Meanwhile, the
comrades at Censier were steadily getting on with the work. The
majority of them had 'been through' either Stalinist or Trotskyist
organizations. They had left behind them all ideas to the effect
that 'intervention' was meaningful only in terms of potential
recruitment to their own particular group. AIl recognised the need
for a widely-based and moderately structured revolutionary movement,
but none of them saw the building of such a movement as an
immediate, all important task, on which propaganda should
immediately be centred.
Duplicators belonging to 'subversive elements' were brought in.
University duplicators were commandeered. Stocks of paper and ink
were obtained from various sources and by various means. Leaflets
began to pour out. first in hundreds, then in thousands, then in
tens of thousands as links were established with one group of rank
and file workers after another, On the first day alone, Renault,
Citroen, Air France, Boussac, the Nouvelles Messageries de Presse,
Rhone- Poulenc and the RATP (Métro) were contacted. The movement
then snowballed.
Every evening at Censier, the action committees reported back to an
'Assemblée Générale' devoted exclusively to this kind of work. The
reactions to the distribution were assessed, the content of future
leaflets discussed. These discussions would usually be led off by
the worker contact who would describe the impact of the leaflet on
his workmates. The most heated discussion centred on whether direct
attacks should be made on the leaders of the CGT or whether mere
suggestions as to what was needed to win would be sufficient to
expose everything the union leaders had (or hadn't) done and
everything they stood for. The second viewpoint prevailed. The
leaflets were usually very short, never more than 200 or 300 words.
They nearly ail started by listing the workers' grievances - or just
by describing their conditions of work. They would end by inviting
workers to call at Censier or at the Sorbonne. "These places are now
yours, Come there to discuss your problems with others. Take a hand
yourselves in making known your problems and demands to those around
you.'' Between this kind of opening and this kind of conclusion,
most leaflets contained one or two key political points. The
response was instantaneous. More and more workers dropped in to
draft joint leaflets with the students. Soon there was no lecture
room big enough for the daily 'Assemblée Générale'. The students
learned a great deal from the workers' self-discipline and from the
systematic way in which they presented their reports. It was all so
different from the 'in-fighting' of the political sects. There was
agreement that these were the finest lectures held at Censier!
Among the more telling lines of these leaflets, I noted the
following', Air France leaflet ''We refuse to accept a degrading 'modernisation'
which means we are constantly watched and have to submit to
conditions which are harmful to our health, to our nervous systems
and an insult to our status of human beings... We refuse to entrust
our demands any longer to professional trade union leaders. Like the
students, we must take the control of our affairs into our own
hands.'' Renault leaflet "If we want our wage increases and our
claims concerning conditions of work to be secure, if we don't want
them constantly threatened, we must now struggle for a fundamental
change in society... As workers we should ourselves seek to control
the operation of our enterprises. Our objectives are similar to
those of the students. The management (gestion) of industry and the
management of the university should be democratically ensured by
those who work there...'' Rhone-poulenc leaflet ''Up till now we
tried to solve our problems through petitions, partial struggles,
the election of better leaders. This has led us nowhere. The action
of the students has shown us that only rank and file action could
compel the authorities to retreat... the students are challenging
the whole purpose of bourgeois education. They want to take the
fundamental decisions themselves. So should we.We should decide the
purpose of production, and at whose cost production will be carried
out.'' District leaflet (distributed in the streets at Boulogne
Billancoud) ''The government fears the extension of the movement. It
fears the developing unity between workers and students. Pompidou
has announced that "the government will defend the Republic. The
Army and police are being prepared, De Gaulle will speak on the
24th. Will he send the CRS to clear pickets out of strikebound
plants? Be prepared. In workshops and faculties, think in terms of
self- defence,..'' Every day dozens of such leaflets were discussed,
typed, duplicated, distributed. Every evening we heard of the
response: ''The blokes think it's tremendous. It's just what they
are thinking. The union officials never talk like this''. ''The
blokes liked the leaflet. They are sceptical about the 12%. They say
prices will go up and that we'll lose it all in a few months. Some
say let's push all together now and take on the lot,'' ''The leaflet
certainly staged the lads talking. They've never had so much to say.
The officials had to wait their turn to speak...''
I vividly remember a young printing worker who said one night that
these meetings were the most exciting thing that had ever happened
to him. AII his life he had dreamed of meeting people who thought
and spoke like this. But every time he thought he had met one all
they were interested in was what they could get out of him. This was
the first time he had been offered disinterested help. I don't know
what has happened at Censier since the end of May. When I left,
sundry Trots were beginning to move in, ''to politicize the
leaflets'' (by which I presume they meant that the leaflets should
now talk about "the need to build the revolutionary Party''). If
they succeed - which I doubt, knowing the calibre of the Censier
comrades - it will be a tragedy.
The leaflets were in fact political. During the whole of my short
stay in France I saw nothing more intensely and relevantly political
(in the best sense of the term) than the sustained campaign
emanating from Censier, a campaign for constant control of the
struggle from below, for self-defence, for workers' management of
production, for popularizing the concept of workers' councils, for
explaining to one and all the tremendous relevance, in a
revolutionary situation, of revolutionary demands, of organised
self-activity, of collective self-reliance.
As I left Censier I could not help thinking how the place epitomized
the crisis of modern bureaucratic capitalism. Censier is no
educational slum. It is an ultra-modern building, one of the
showpieces of Gaullist 'grandeur'. It has closed-circuit television
in the lecture theatres, modern plumbing, and slot machines
distributing 24 different kinds of food ,in sterilized containers
and 10 different kinds of drink. Over 90% of the students there are
of petty bourgeois or bourgeois backgrounds. Yet such is their
rejection of the society that nurtured them that they were working
duplicators 24 hours a day, turning out a flood of revolutionary
literature of a kind no modern city has ever had pushed into it
before. This kind of activity had transformed these students and had
contributed to transforming the environment around them. They were
simultaneously disrupting the social structure and having the time
of their lives. In the words of a slogan scrawled on the wall: 'On
n'est pas If pour s'emmerder' (you'll have to look this one up in
the dictionary).
Getting together
When the news of the first factory occupation (that of the Sud
Aviation plant at Nantes) reached the Sorbonne - late during the
night of Tuesday 14 May - there were scenes of indescribable
enthusiasm. Sessions were interrupted for the announcement. Everyone
seemed to sense the significance of what had just happened. After a
full minute of continuous, delirious cheering, the audience broke
into a synchronous, rhythmical clapping, apparently reserved for
great occasions.
On Thursday 16 May the Renault factories at Cléon (near Rouen) and
at Flins (North West of Paris) were occupied. Excited groups in the
Sorbonne yard remained glued to their transistors as hour by hour
news came over of further occupations. Enormous posters were put up,
both inside and outside the Sorbonne, with the most up-to-date
information of which factories had been occupied: the Nouvelles
Messageries de Presse in Paris, Kléber Colombes at Caudebec,
Dresser-Duiardin at Le Havre, the naval shipyard at Le Trait...and
finally the Renault works at Boulogne Billancourt. Within 48 hours
the task had to be abandoned. No noticeboard - or panel of
noticeboards - was large enough. At last the students felt that the
battle had really been joined.
Early on the Friday afternoon an emergency 'General Assembly' was
held. The meeting decided to send a big student deputation to the
occupied Renault works. lts aim was to establish contact, express
student solidarity and, if possible, discuss common problems. The
march was scheduled to leave the Place de la Sorbonne at 6pm. At
about 5pm thousands of leaflets were suddenly distributed in the
amphitheaters, in the Sorbonne yard and in the streets around. They
were signed by the Renault Bureau Of the CGT. The Communist Party
had been working...fast. The leaflets read: ''We have just heard
that students and teachers are proposing to set out this afternoon
in the direction of Renault. This decision was taken without
consulting the appropriate trade union sections of the CGT, CFDT and
FO. ''We greatly appreciate the solidarity of the students and
teachers in the common struggle against the 'pouvoir personnel' (ie
de Gaulle) and the employers. but are opposed to any ill-judged
initiative which might threaten our developing movement and
facilitate a provocation which would lead to a diversion by the
government. We strongly advise the organizers of this demonstration
against preceding with their plans. ''We intend, together with the
workers now struggling for their claims, to lead our own strike. We
refuse any external intervention, in conformity with the declaration
jointly signed by the CGT, CFDT and FO unions, and approved this
morning by 23,000 workers belonging to the factory.''
The distortion and dishonesty of this leaflet defy description.
No-one intended to instruct the workers how to run the strike and no
student would have the presumption to seek to assume its leadership.
AlI that the students wanted was to express solidarity with the
workers in what was now a common struggle against the state and the
employing class.
The CGT leaflet came like an icy shower to the less political
students and to all those who still had illusions about Stalinism.
''They won't let us get through.'' ''The workers don't want to talk
with us.'' The identification of workers with 'their' organizations
is very hard to break down. Several hundred who had intended to
march to Billancoud were probably put off, The UNEF vacillated,
reluctant to lead the march in direct violation of the wishes of the
CGT. Finally some 1500 people set out, under a single banner,
hastily prepared by some Maoist students. The banner proclaimers
'The strong hands of the working class must now take over the torch
from the fragile hands of the students'. Many joined the march who
were not Maoists and who didn't necessarily agree with this
particular formulation of its objectives.
Although small when compared to other marches, this was certainly a
most political one. Practically everyone on it belonged to one or
other of the 'groupuscules': a spontaneous united front of Maoists,
Trotskyists, anarchists, the comrades of the Mouvement du 22 Mars
and various others. Everyone knew exactly what he was doing. It was
this that was so to infuriate the Communist Party. The march sets
off noisily, crosses the Boulevard St Michel, and passes in front of
the occupied Odeon Theatre (where several hundred more joyfully join
it). It then proceeds at a very brisk pace down the rue de Vaugirard,
the longest street in Paris, towards the working class districts to
the South West of the city, growing steadily in size and militancy
as it advances. It is important we reach the factory before the
Stalinists have time to mobilize their big battalions...
Slogans such as ''Avec nous, chez Renault'' (come with us to
Renault), ''Le pouvoir est dans la rue'' (power lies in the street),
Le pouvoir aux ouvriers'' (power to the workers) are shouted
lustily, again and again. The Maoists shout ''A bàs Ie gouvernement
gaulliste anti-populaire de chomage et de misère'' - a long and
'politically equivocal slogan, but one eminently suited to
collective shouting. The Internationals bursts out repeatedly, sung
this time by people who seem to know the words - even the second
verse! By the time we have marched the five milks to
Issy-les-Moulineaux it is already dark. Way behind us now are the
bright lights of the Latin Quarter and of the fashionable Paris
known to tourists. We go through small, poorly-lit streets, the
uncollected rubbish piled high In places. Dozens of young people
join us en route, attracted by the noise and the singing of
revolutionary songs such as 'La Jeune Garde', 'Zimmerwald', and the
song of the Partisans, ''chez Renault, chez Renault'' the marchers
shout. People congregate in the doors of the bistros, or peer out of
the windows of crowded fiats to watch us pass. Some look on in
amazement but many - possibly a majority - now''' clap or wave
encouragement. In some streets many Algerians fine the pavement.
Some join in the shouting of CSCRS - SS''' "Charonne''' ''A bà s
I'Etat policier'' They have not forgotten. Most look on shyly or
smile in an embarrassed way. Very few join the march.
On we go, a few miles more. There isn't a gendarme in sight. We
cross the Seine and eventually stow down as we approach a square
beyond which lie the Renault works. The streets here arc very
badly-lit. There is a sense of intense excitement in the air. We
suddenly come up against a lorry, parked across most of the road,
and fitted with loudspeaker equipment. The march stops. On the lorry
stands a CGT official. He speaks for five minutes. In somewhat
chilly tones he says how pleased he is to see us. ''Thank you for
coming, comrades. We appreciate your solidarity. But please no
provocations. Don't go too near the gated as the management would
use it as an excuse to call the police. And go home soon. lt's cold
and you'll need all your strength in the days to come.'' The
students have brought their own loud hailers. One or two speak,
briefly. They take note of the comments of the comrade from the CGT.
They have no intention of provoking anyone, no wish to usurp
anyone's functions, We then slowly but quite deliberately move
forwards into the square, on each side of the lorry, drowning the
protests of about a hundred Stalinists in a powerful 'lnternationale'.
Workers in neighbouring cafes come out and join us. This time the
Party had not had time to mobilize its militants. It could not
physically isolate us.
Part of the factory now looms up right ahead of us, three storeys
high on our left, two storeys high on our right, In front of us,
there is a giant metal gate, closed and bolted. A large first floor
window to our right is crowded with workers. The front row sit with
their legs dangling over the sill. Several seem in their teens', one
of them waves a big red flag. There are no 'tricolores' in sight -
no ideal allegiance' as in other occupied places I had seen. Several
dozen more workers are on the roofs of the two buildings. We wave.
They wave back. We sing the 'Internationale'. They join in. We give
the clenched fist salute. They do likewise. Everybody cheers.
Contact has been made. An interesting exchange takes place. A group
of demonstrators stabs shouting "Les usines aux ouvriers'' (the
factories to the workers). The slogan spreads like wildfire through
the crowd. The Maoists, now in a definite minority, are rather
annoyed. (According to Chairman Mao, workers' control is a
petty-bourgeois, anarcho- syndicaiist deviation.) "les usines aux
ouvriers''..10, 20 times the slogan reverberates round the Place
Nationals, taken up by a crowd now some 3000 strong.
As the shouting subsides, a lone voice from one of the Renault roofs
shouts back'. ''La Sorbonne aux Etudiants''. Other workers on the
same roof take it up. Then those on the other roof. By the volume of
their voices they must be at beast 100 of them, on top of each
building. There is then a moment of silence. Everyone thinks the
exchange has come to an end. But one of the demonstrators starts
chanting'. ''La Sorbonne aux ouvriers''. Amid general laughter,
everyone joins in.
We start talking. A rope is quickly passed down from the window, a
bucket at the end of it, Bottles of beer and packets of fags are
passed up. Also revolutionary leaflets. Also bundles of papers
(mainly copies of Server Ie Peuple - a Maoist journal carrying a big
title 'Vive la CGT'). At street level there are a number of gaps in
the metal facade of the building. Groups of students cluster at
these half-dozen openings and talk to groups of workers on the other
side. They discuss wages, conditions, the CRS, what the lads inside
need most, how the students can help. The men talk freely. They are
not Party members. They think the constant talk of provocateurs a
bit far-fetched. But the machines must be protected. We point out
that two or three students inside the factory, escorted by the
strike committee, couldn't possibly damage the machines. They agree.
We contrast the widely open doors of the Sorbonne with the heavy
locks and bolts on the Renault bates - closed by the CGT officials
to prevent the ideological contamination of 'their' militants. How
silly, we say, to have to talk through these stupid little slits in
the wall.
Again they agree. They will put it to their 'dirigeants' (leaders),
No-one seems, as yet, to think beyond this. There is then a
diversion. A hundred yards away a member of the FER gets up on a
parked car and starts making a speech through a Ioud hailer. The
intervention is completely out of tune with the dialogue that is
just starting. it's the same gramophone record we have been hearing
all week at the Sorbonne. ''CaII on the union leaders to organism
the election of strike committees in every factory. Force the union
leaders to federate the strike committees. Force the union leaders
to set up a national strike committee. Force them to call a general
strike throughout the whole of the country'' (this at a time when
millions of workers are already on strike without any call
whatsoever). The tone is strident, almost hysterical, the misjudging
of the mood monumental. The demonstrators themselves drown the
speaker in a loud 'Internationale'. As the last bar fades the
Trotskyist tries again. Again the demonstrators drown him, Groups
stroll up the Avenue Yves Kermen, to the other entrances to the
factory. Real contact is here more difficult to establish. There is
a crowd outside the gate, but most of them are Party members. Some
won't talk at all, Others just talk slogans.
We walk back to the Square. It is now well past midnight. The crowd
thins, Groups drop into a couple of cafes which are still open. Here
we meet a whole group of young workers, aged about 18, They had been
in the factory earlier in the day. They tell us that at any given
time, just over 1000 workers are engaged in the occupation. The
strike started on the Thursday afternoon, at about 2pm, when the
group of youngsters from shop 70 decided to down tools and to spread
into all part: of the factory asking their mates to do likewise.
That same morning they had heard of the occupation of Cléon and that
the red flag was floating over the factory at Flins. There had been
a int of talk about what to do. At a midday meeting tile CGT had
spoken vaguely of a series of rotating strikes, shop by shop, to be
initiated the following day. The movement spread at an incredible
pace. The youngsters went round shouting ''Occupation! Occupationl''.
Half the factory had stopped working before the union officials
realized what was happening. At about 4pm, Sylvain, a CGT secretary,
had arrived with loudspeaker equipment to tell them ''they weren't
numerous enough, to start work again, that they would see tomorrow
about a one-day strike''. He is absolutely by-passed. At 5pm
Halbeher, general secretary of the Renault CGT, announces, pale as a
sheet, that the ''CGT has called for the occupation of the factor''.
''Tell your friends'', the lads say. "We started it. But will we be
able to keep it in our hands? Cà , c'est un autre problème...''
Students? Well, hats off to anyone who can thump the cops that hard!
The lads tell up two of their mates had disappeared from the factory
altogether 10 days ago "to help the Revolution''. Left family, jobs,
everything. And good luck to them. "A chance like this comes once in
a lifetime.'' We discuss plans, how to develop the movement. The
occupied factory could be a ghetto, 'isolant Ies durs' (isolating
the most militant). We talk about camping, the cinema, the Sorbonne,
the future. Almost until sunrise...
'Attention aux provocateurs'
Social upheavals, such as the one France has just been through,
leave behind them a trail of shattered reputations. The image of
Gaullism as a meaningful way of life, 'accepted' by the French
people, has taken a tremendous knock. But so has the image of the
Communist Party as a viable challenge to the French Establishment,
As far as the students are concerned the recent actions of the PCF (Parti
Communiste Français) are such that the Party has probably sealed
its fate in this milieu for a generation to come, Among the workers
the effects are more difficult to assess and it would be denature to
attempt this assessment. All that can be said is that the effects
are sure to be profound although they will probably take some time
to express themselves. The proletarian condition itself was for a
moment questioned. Prisoners who have had a glimpse of freedom do
not readily resume a life sentence.
The full implications of the role of the PCF and of the CGT have yet
to be appreciated by British revolutionaries, They need above all
else to be informed. In this section we will document the role of
the PCF to the best of our ability, It is important to realise that
for every ounce of shit thrown at the students in its official
publications, the Party poured tons more over them at meetings or in
private conversations. In the nature of things it is more difficult
to document this kind of slander.
Friday 3 May
A meeting was called in the yard of the Sorbonne by UNEF, JCR, MAU
and FER to protest at the closure of the Nanterre faculty. It was
attended by militants of the Mouvement du 22 Mars. The police were
called in by Rector Roche and activists from all these groups were
arrested. The UEC (Union des Etudiants Communistes) didn't
participate in this campaign. But it distributed a leaflet in the
Sorbonne denouncing the activity of the 'groupuscules' (abbreviation
for 'groupes miniscules', tiny groups). ''The leaders of the leftist
groups are taking advantage of the shortcomings of the government.
They are exploiting student discontent and trying to stop the
functioning of the faculties, They are seeking to prevent the mass
of students from working and from passing their exams. These false
revolutionaries are acting objectively as allies of the Gaullist
power. They are acting as supporters of its policies, which are
harmful to the mass of the students and in particular to those of
modest origin.'' On the same day I'Humanité had written: ''Certain
small groups (anarchists, Trotskyists, Maoists) composed mainly of
the sons of the big bourgeoisie and led by the German anarchist
Cohn-Bandit, are taking advantage of the shortcomings of the
government...'' etc... (see above). The same issue of l'Humanité had
published an article by Marchais, a member of the Party's Central
Committee. This article was to be widely distributed, as a leaflet,
in factories and offices:
Not satisfied with the agitation they are conducting in the student
milieu - and agitation which is against the interests of the mass of
the students and favours fascist provocateurs - these pseudo-
revolutionaries now have the nerve to seek to give lessons to the
working class movement. We find them in increasing numbers at the
gales of factories and in places where immigrant workers live,
distributing leaflets and other propaganda. These false
revolutionaries must be unmasked, for objectively they are serving
the interests of the Gaullist power and of the big capitalist
monopolies.''
Monday 6 May
The police have been occupying the Latin Quarter over the weekend.
There have been big student street demonstrations. At the call of
UNEF and SNESUP 20,000 students marched from Denfert Rochereau to St
Germain des Prés calling for the liberation of the arrested workers
and students. Repeated police assaults on the demonstrators'. 422
arrests, 800 wounded. L'Humanité states: one can clearly see today
the outcome of the adventurous actions of the leftist, anarchist,
Trotskyist and other groups. Objectively they are playing into the
hands of the government... The discredit into which they are
bringing the student movement is helping feed the violent campaigns
of the reactionary press and of the ORTF, who by identifying the
actions of these groups with those of the mass of the students are
seeking to isolate the students from the mass of the
population...''.
Tuesday 7 May
UNEF and SNESUP call on their supporters to start an unlimited
strike. Before discussions with the authorities begin they insist
on: ' a. a stop to all legal action against the students and workers
who have been questioned, arrested or convicted in the course of the
demonstrations of the last few days! b. the withdrawal of the police
from the Latin Quaker and from all University premises, c. a
reopening of the closed faculties.
In a statement showing how completely out of touch they were with
the deep motives of the student revolt, the 'Elected Communist
Representatives of the Paris region' declared in I'Humanité:
''The shortage of credits, of premises, of equipment, of
teachers...prevent three students out of four from completing their
studies, without mentioning all those who never have access to
higher education... This situation has caused profound and
legitimate discontent among both students and teachers. It has also
favoured the activity of irresponsible groups whose conceptions can
offer no solution to the students' problems. It is intolerable that
the government should take advantage of the behaviour of an
infinitesimal minority to stop the studies of tens of thousands of
students a few days from the exams...''. The same issue of
I'Humanité carried a statement from the 'Sorbonne-Lettres'
(teachers) branch of the Communist Party: ''The Communist teachers
demand the liberation of the arrested students and the reopening of
the Sorbonne. Conscious of our responsibilities, we specify that
this solidarity does not mean that we agree with or support the
slogans emanating from certain student organizations. We disapprove
of unrealistic, demagogic and anti-communist slogans and of the
unwarranted methods of action advocated by various leftist groups.''
On the same day Georges Séguy, general secretary of the CGT, spoke
to the Press about the programme of the Festival of Working Class
Youth (scheduled for May 17-19, but subsequently cancelled):
''The solidarity between students, teachers and the working class is
a familiar notion to the militants of the CGT.., It is precisely
this tradition that compels us not to tolerate any dubious or
provocative elements, elements which criticise the working class
organisations---''.
Wednesday 8 May
A big students' demonstration called by UNEF has taken place in the
streets of Paris the previous evening. The front page of I'Humanité
carries a statement from the Party Secretariat:
''The discontent of the students is legitimate. But the situation
favours adventuring activities, whose conception offers no
perspective to the students and has nothing in common with a really
progressive and forward-looking policy,'' In the same issue, J M
Cabala, general secretary of the UEC (Union des Etudiants
Communistes) writes that: ''the actions of irresponsible groups are
assisting the Establishment in its aims... What we must do is ask
for a bigger educational budget which would ensure bigger student
grants, the appointment of more and better qualified teachers, the
building of new faculties...''
The UJCF (Union des Jeunesses Communistes de France) and the UJFF
(Union des Jeunes Filies Françaises) distribute a leaflet in a
number of lycees. L'Humanité quotes it approvingly'..
"We protest against the police violence unleashed against the
students. We demand the reopening of Nanterre and of the Sorbonne
and the liberation of all those arrested. We denounce the Gaullist
power as being mainly (!) responsible for this situation. We also
denounce the adventuring of certain irresponsible groups and call on
the Iycéens to fight side by side with the working class and its
Communist Party...''.
Monday 13 May
Over the weekend Pompidou has climbed down. But the unionsr the UNEF
and the teachers have decided to maintain their call for a one-day,
general strike. On its front page l'Humanité publishes, in enormous
headlines, a call for the 24-hour strike followed by a statement
from the Political Bureau'.
The unity of the working class and of the students threatens the
regime... This creates an enormous problem. It is essential that no
provocation, no diversion should be allowed to divert any of the
forces struggling against the regime or should give the government
the flimsiest pretext to distort the meaning of this great fight.
The Communist Party associates itself without reservation with the
just struggle of the students...''
Wednesday 15 May
The enormous Monday demonstrations in Paris and other towns - which
incidentally prevented L'Humanité as well as other papers from
appearing on the Tuesday - were a tremendous success. In a sense
they triggered off the 'spontaneous' wave of strikes which followed
within a day or two. L'Humanité publishes, on its front pages a
statement issued the day before by the Party's Political Bureau,
After taking all the credit for May 13, the statement continues:
The People of Paris marched for hours in the streets of the capital
showing a power which made any provocation impossible. The Party
organizations worked day and night to ensure that this great
demonstration of workers, teachers and students should take place in
maximum unity, strength and discipline... It is now clear that the
Establishment confronted with the protests and collective action of
all the main sections of the population, will seek to divide us in
the hope of beating us. It will resort to all methods, including
provocation. The Political Bureau warns workers and students against
any adventuress endeavours which might, in the present
circumstances, dislocate the broad front of the struggle which is in
the process of developing, and provide the Gaullist power with an
unexpected weapon with which to consolidate its shaky ruIe...''
Saturday 18 May
Over the past 48 hours, strikes with factory occupations have spread
like a trail of gunpowder, from one corner of the country to the
other. The railways are paralysed, civil airports fly the red flag.
('provocateurs' have obviously been at work!) L'Humanité publishes
on its front page a declaration from the National Committee of the
CGT:
From hour to hour strikes and factory occupations are spreading.
This action, started on the initiative of the CGT and of other trade
union organizations (sic), creates a new situation of exceptional
importance... Long- accumalated popular discontent is now finding
expression. The questions being asked must be answered seriously and
full notice taken of their importance. The evolution of the
situation is giving a new dimension to the struggle... While
multiplying its efforts to raise the struggle to the needed level,
the National Committee warns all CGT militants and local groups
against any attempts by outside groups to meddle in the conduct of
the struggle, and against all arts of provocation which might assist
the forces Of repression in their attempts to thwart the development
of the movement..''
The same issue of the paper devoted a whole page to warning students
of the fallacy of any notions of 'student power' - en passant -
attributing to the 'Mouvement du 22 Mars' a whole series of
political positions they had never held. Monday 20 May The whole
country is totally paralysed. The Communist Patly is still warning
about 'provocations'. The top right hand corner of I'Humanité
contains a box labelled 'WARNING'':
Leafiets have been distributed in the Paris area calling for an
insurrectionary general strike, it goes without saying that such
appeals have not been issued by our democratic trade union
organizations. They are the work of provocateurs seeking to provide
the government with a pretext for intervention... The workers must
be vigilant to defeat all such manoeuvres...'''
In the same issue, Etienne Fajon of the Central Committee, continues
the warnings'..
''The Establishment's main preoccupation at the moment is to divide
the ranks of the working class and to divide it from other sections
of the population... Our Political Bureau has warned workers and
students, from the very beginning, against venturing slogans capable
of dislocating the broad front of the struggle. Several provocations
have thus been prevented. Our political vigilance must clearly be
maintained...''.
The same issue devoted its central pages to an interview of Mr
Georges Séguy, general secretary of, the CGT, conducted over the
Europe No 1 radio network. In these live interviews, various
listeners phoned questions in directly. The following exchanges are
worth recording:
Question Mr Séguy, the workers on strike are everywhere saying that
they will go the whole hog. What do you mean by this? What are your
objectives?''
Answer,The strike is so powerful that the workers obviously mean to
obtain the maximum concessions at the end of such a movement. The
whole hog for us trade unionists, means winning the demands that we
have always fought for,but which the government and the employers
have always refused to consider. They have opposed an obtuse
intransigence to the proposals for negotiations which we have
repeatedly made. ''The whole hog means a general rise in wages (no
wages less than 600 francs per month), guaranteed employment, an
earlier retirement age, reduction of working hours without loss of
wages and the defence and extension of trade union rights within the
factory. I am not putting these demands in any particular order
because we attach the same importance to all of them.''.
Question If I am not mistaken the statutes of the CGT declare its
aims to be the overthrow of capitalism and its replacement by
socialism. In the present circumstances, that you have yourself
referred to as 'exceptional' and 'important', why doesn't the COT
seize this unique chance of calling for its fundamental
objectives?''
Answer ''This is a very interesting question. I like it very much,
It is true that the CGT offer: the workers a concept of trade
unionism that we consider the most revolutionary insofar as its
final objective is the end of the employing class and of wage labour.
It is true that this is the first of our statutes, It remains
fundamentally the CGT'S objective. But can the present movement
reach this objective? lf it became obvious that it could, we would
be ready to assume our responsibilities. It remains to be seen
whether all the social strata involved in the present movement are
ready to go that far''
Question Since fast week's events l have gone everywhere where
people are arguing. I went this afternoon to the Odeon Theatre.
Masses of people were discussing there, I can assure you that all
the classes who suffer from the present regime were represented
there. When I asked whether people thought that the movement should
go further than the small demands put forward by the trade unions
for the last 10 or 20 years, I brought the house down. l therefore
think that it would be criminal to miss the present opportunity, It
would be criminal because sooner or later this will have to be done.
The conditions of today might aglow us to do it peacefully and
calmly and will perhaps never come back. I think this call must be
made by you and the other political organizations. These political
organizations are not your business, of course, but the CGT is a
revolutionary organization. You must bring out your revolutionary
flag. The workers are astounded to see you so timid''
Answer While you were bathing in the Odeon fever, I was in the
factories. Amongst workers. l assure you that the answer I am giving
you is the answer of a leader of a great trade union, which claims
to have assumed all its responsibilities, but which does not confuse
its wishes with reality''
Caller I would like to speak to Mr Séguy. My name is Duvauchel. l am
the director of the Sud Aviation factory at Nantes.''' Séguy ''Good
morning, sir.'''
Duvauchel ''Good morning, Mr General Secretary. ! would like to know
what you think of the fact that for the last four days I have been
sequestrated, together with about 20 other managerial staff, inside
the Sud Aviation factory at Nantes'' Séguy ''Has anyone raised a
hand against you'''
Duvauchel ''No. But I am prevented from leaving, despite the fact
that the general manager of the firm has intimated that the firm was
prepared to make positive proposals as soon as free access to its
factory could be resumed, and first of all to its managerial staff''
Séguy Have you asked to leave the factory?''
Duvauchel ''Yes!''
Séguy Was permission refused?''
Duvauchel ''Yes!''
Séguy ''Then I must refer you to the declaration I made yesterday at
the CGT'S press conference. I stated that I disapproved of such
activities. We are taking the necessary steps to see they are not
repeated''.
But enough is enough. The Revolution itself will doubtless be
denounced by the Stalinists as a provocation! By way of an epilogue
it is worth recording that at a packed meeting of revolutionary
students, held at the Mutuality on Thursday 9 May, a spokesman of
theTrotskyist organization Communiste Internationalists could think
of nothing better to do than call on the meeting to pass a
resolution calling on Séguy to call a general strike!!!
France, 1968
This has undoubtedly been the greatest revolutionary upheaval in
Western Europe since the days of the Paris Commune. Hundreds of
thousands of students have fought pitched battles with the police.
Nine million workers have been on strike. The red flag of revolt has
flown over occupied factories, universities, building sites,
shipyards, primary and secondary schools, pit heads, railway
stations, department stores, docked transatlantic liners, theatres,
hotels. The Paris Opera, the Folies Bergares and the building of the
National Council for Scientific Research were taken over, as were
the headquarters of the French Football Federation - whose aim was
clearly perceived as being "to prevent ordinary footballers enjoying
football'.
Virtually every layer of French society has been involved to some
extent or other. Hundreds of thousands of people of all ages have
discussed every aspect of life in packed-out, non-stop meetings in
every available schoolroom and lecture hall, Boys of 14 have invaded
a primary school for girls shouting ''Liberté pour les filles''.
Even such traditionally reactionary enclaves as the Faculties of
Medicine and Law have been shaken from top to bottom, their hallowed
procedures and institutions challenged and found wanting. Millions
have taken a hand in making history. This is the stuff of
revolution.
Under the influence of the revolutionary students, thousands began
to query the whole principle of hierarchy. The students had
questioned it where it seemed the most 'natural': in the realms of
teaching and knowledge. They proclaimed that democratic
self-management was possible - and to prove it began to practice it
themselves. They denounced the monopoly of information and produced
millions of leaflets to break it. They attacked some of the main
pillars of contemporary 'civilisation': the barriers between manual
workers and intellectuals; the consumer society, the 'sanctity' of
the university and of other founts of capitalist culture and wisdom.
Within a matter of days the tremendous creative potentialities of
the people suddenly erupted. The boldest and most realistic ideas -
and they are usually the same - were advocated, argued, applied.
Language, rendered stale by decades of bureaucratic mumbo- jumbo,
eviscerated by those who manipulate it for advertising purposes,
suddenly reappeared as something new and fresh. People
re-appropriated it in all its fullness. Magnificently apposite and
poetic slogans emerged from the anonymous crowd, Children explained
to their elders what the function of education should be. The
educators were educated, Within a few days, young people of 20
attained a level of understanding and a political and tactical sense
which many who had been in the revolutionary movement for 30 years
or more were still sadly lacking.
The tumultuous development of the students struggle triggered off
the first factory occupations. It transformed both the relation of
forces in society and the image, in people's minds of established
leaders. It compelled the State to institutions and of established
reveal both its oppressive nature and its fundamental incoherence.
It exposed the utter emptiness of Government, Parliament,
Administration - and of ALL the political parties. Unarmed students
had forced the Establishment to drop its mask, to sweat with fear,
to resort to the police club and to the gas grenade. Students
finally compelled the bureaucratic leaderships of the 'working class
organisations to reveal themselves as the ultimate custodians of the
established order.
But the revolutionary movement did still more. It fought its battles
in Paris, not in some under-developed country, exploited by
imperialism. In a glorious few weeks the actions of students and
young workers dispelled the myth of the well-organised, well-oiled
modern capitalist society, from which radical conflict had been
eliminated and in which only marginal problems remained to be
solved. Administrators who had been administering everything were
suddenly shown to have had a grasp of nothing. Planners who had
planned everything showed themselves incapable of ensuring the
endorsement of their plans by those to whom they applied. This most
modern movement should allow real revolutionaries to shed a number
of the ideological encumbrances which in the past had hampered
revolutionary activity. It wasn't hunger which drove the students to
revolt. There wasn't an 'economic crisis' even in the loosest sense
of the term. The revolt had nothing to do with 'under-consumption'
or with 'over-production', The 'falling rate of profit' just didn't
come into the picture. Moreover, the student movement wasn't based
on economic demands. On the contrary, the movement only found its
real stature, and only evoked its tremendous response, when it went
beyond the economic demands within which official student unionism
had for so long sought to contain it (incidentally with the blessing
of all the political parties and 'revolutionary' groups of the
'Left'). And conversely it was by confining the workers' struggle to
purely economic objectives that the trade union bureaucrats have so
far succeeded in coming to the assistance of the regime.
The present movement has shown that the fundamental contradiction of
modern bureaucratic capitalism isn't the 'anarchy of the market'. It
isn't the 'contradiction between the forces of production and the
property relations'. The central conflict to which all others are
related is the conflict between order-givers (dirigeants) and
order-takers (éxécutants). The insoluble contradiction which tears
the guts out of modern capitalist society is the one which compels
it to exclude people from the management of their own activities and
Which at the same time compels it to solicit their participation,
without which it would collapse. These tendencies find expression on
the one hand in the attempt of the bureaucrats to convert men into
objects (by violence, mystification, new manipulation techniques --
or 'economic' carrots' and, on the other hand, in mankind's refusal
to allow itself to be treated in this way.
The French events show clearly something that all revolutions have
shown, but which apparently has again and again to be learned anew.
There is no 'inbuilt revolutionary perspective', no 'gradual
increase of contradictions', no 'progressive development of a
revolutionary mass consciousness'. What are given are the
contradictions and the conflicts we have described and the fact that
modern bureaucratic society more of less inevitably produces
periodic 'accidents' which disrupt its fuctioning These both provoke
popular intervention and provide the people with opportunities for
asserting themselves and for changing the social order. The
functioning of bureaucratic capitalism creates the conditions within
which revolutionary consciousness may appear. These conditions are
an integral part of the whole alienating hierarchical and oppressive
social structure. Whenever people struggle, sooner or later they are
compelled to question the whole of that social structure. These are
ideas which many of us in Solidarity have long subscribed to. They
were developed at length in some of Paul Cardan's pamphlets. Writing
in Le Monde (20 May 1968) E Morin admits that what is happening
today in France is ''a blinding resurrection: the resurrection of
that libertarian strand which seeks concilation with marxism, in a
formula of which Socialisme ou Barbarie had provided a first
synthesis a few years ago...''. As after every verification of basic
concepts in the crucible of real events, many will proclaim that
these had always been their views. This, of course isn't true.' The
point however isn't to lay claims to a kind of copyright in the
realm of correct revolutionary ideas. We welcome converts, from
whatever sources and however belated. We can't deal here at length
with what is now an important problem in France, namely the creation
of a new kind of revolutionary movement, Things would indeed have
been different if such a movement had existed, strong enough to
outwit the bureaucratic manoeuvred, alert enough day by day to
expose the duplicity of the 'left' leaderships, deeply enough
implanted to explain to the workers the real meaning of the
students' struggle, to propagate the idea of autonomous strike
committees (linking up union and non-union members); of workers'
management of production and of workers' councils. Many things which
could have been done weren't done because there wasn't such a
movement. The way the students' own struggle was unleashed shows
that such an organization could have played a most impotent
catalytic role without automatically becoming a bureaucratic
'leadership'. But such regrets are futile. The non-existence of such
a movement is no accident, If it had been formed during the previous
period it certainly wouldn't have been the kind of movement of which
we are speaking, Even taking the 'best' of the small organizations
-- and multiplying its numbers a hundredfold - wouldn't have met the
requirements of the current situation. When confronted with the test
of events all the 'left' groups just continued playing their old
gramophone records, Whatever their merits as depositories of the
cold ashes of the revolution - a task they have now carried out for
several decades - they proved incapable of snapping out of their old
ideas and routines, incapable of learning or of forgetting anything.
The new revolutionary movement will have to be built from the new
elements (students and workers) who have understood the real
significance of current events. The revolution must step into the
great political void revealed by the crisis of the old society. It
must develop a voice, a face, a paper - and it must do it soon. We
can understand the reluctance of some students to form such an
organization. They feel there is a contradiction between action and
thought, between spontaneity and organization. Their hesitation is
fed by the whole of their previous experience, They have seen how
thought could become sterilizing dogma, organization become
bureaucracy or lifeless ritual, speech become a means of
mystification, a revolutionary idea become a rigid and stereotyped
programme. Through their actions, their boldness, their reluctance
to consider long-term aims, they had broken out of this
straight-jacket. But this isn't enough.
Moreover many of them had sampled the traditional 'left' groups. In
all their fundamental aspects these groups remain trapped within the
ideological and organizational frameworks of bureaucratic
capitalism. They have programmes fixed once and for all, leaders who
utter fixed speeches, whatever the changing reality around them,
organizational forms which mirror those of existing society. Such
groups reproduce within their own ranks the division between
order-takers and order-givers, between those who 'know' and those
who don't, the separation between scholastic pseudo-theory and real
life. They would even like to impose this division into the working
class, whom they all aspire to lead, because (and I was told this
again and again) "the workers are only capable of developing a trade
union consciousness''.
But these students are wrong. One doesn't get beyond bureaucratic
organization by denying all organization. One doesn't challenge the
sterile rigidity of finished programmes by refusing to define
oneself in terms of aims and methods. One doesn't refute dead dogma
by the condemnation of all theoretical reflection. The students and
young workers can't just stay where they are. To accept these
'contradictions' as valid and as something which cannot be
transcended is to accept the essence of bureaucratic capitalist
ideology. It is to accept the prevailing philosophy and the
prevailing reality. It is to integrate the revolution into an
established historical order. if the revolution is only an explosion
lasting a few days (or weeks), the established order - whether it
knows it or not - will be able to cope. What is more - at a deep
level class society even needs such jolts. This kind of 'revolution'
permits class society to survive by compelling it to transform and
adapt itself. This is the real danger today. Explosions which
disrupt the imaginary world in which alienated societies tend to
live -- and bring them momentarily down to earth help them eliminate
outmoded methods of domination and evolve new and more flexible
ones.
Action or thought? For revolutionary socialists the problem is not
to make a synthesis of these two preoccupations of the revolutionary
students.It is to destroy the social context in which such false
alternatives find root.
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