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Whitsun in the streets
P.B.
The most revolutionary impression of Paris over the Whitsun weekend was that of the simple freedom of movement and human contact in and around the Sorbonne; a simplicity which ought to be a natural way of behaviour, but which now comes as a surprise in a modern city.
In the Sorbonne itself there is a total lack of suspicion and interference, in spite of fears of attacks by “Occident” (a tough right-wing counter-revolutionary group). The whole world is there—students, workers, foreigners of all descriptions; activists (both serious and controlled, and the wild), liberal intellectuals, tourists. Hundreds of people sleep on floors and benches; there are rooms full of food supplies for the occupying students; and armies of students sweeping up. It seemed the natural thing for us to set up a stove and cook our meal in the Sorbonne courtyard, and other days we cooked and slept in parks and streets all over Paris; nobody objected and it provided a good way of meeting people. There was not a cop to be seen on the Left Bank (except those rushing through in armoured buses).
But there is a seriousness which makes the frivolity important, so that eating and loving and merry-
making in the parks becomes both an object and a symbol of the revolution. The Sorbonne scene is run by a series of Action Committees, dealing with relations with the strikers, art and theatre, education, printing of tracts, organising of food, cleaning, etc. Meetings are continually being held to discuss both action and the philosophy of the revolution—
live, exciting meetings where political speeches become poetry, both individually and
en masse. Things happen quickly; some English students arrived on Saturday; got together a large heterogeneous group on the Monday to form an “English Speaking Peoples’ Action Committee”, discussed a proposal to liberate the
British Institute in Paris; and, at 4 p.m. next day, with the co-
operation of some students from the Institute and from the Sorbonne, occupied the building. (Many of the teachers seemed quite pleased, and appeared to welcome the opportunity of
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teaching the less bourgeois-orientated versions of British culture which are to replace the
Cambridge proficiency courses.)
In contrast to the freedom of the Sorbonne, there is the Ecole Des Beaux Arts, which is being run like a para-military poster factory, hard men with helmets and sticks at the gate, questioning every would-be entrant in great detail. The restrictive atmosphere is not reduced by the Stalinesque architecture nor by the shining of torches into eyes in the dortoir (where rows of camp beds provide an ordered luxury absent at the Sorbonne). Two friends of mine found that to obtain three posters required the sort of feats of conmanship needed to steal files on <span data-html="true" class="plainlinks" title="Wikipedia: draft-dodgers">draft-dodgers from the Pentagon. But on the other side of the coin, they are serious. They want only people ready to work, for whom there are beds and food. They recently threw out a load of “malingerers”. Conscious of the dangers of having “foreign agitators” caught, they would not allow my two friends to go around Paris poster-sticking.
It is presumably the sheer number of people in the Sorbonne which allows it to remain open-to-all, yet relatively secure (as well as the group of “Katangese” toughs who lived there until ejected by the students on June 13th-14th). It would require so many attackers to take the building that they would be dispersed before they had time to group themselves in large enough numbers to be effective. (A propos the attacks, a large number of books in the Sorbonne archives were burned on May 31st, a senseless act blamed by the students upon “Occident”: but no one was able to verify this. This has been the only sign of vandalism since the revolution began, however.)
Posters, slogans, pamphlets, newspapers, proclaim every left-
wing philosophy known (with the possible exception of the
CP: I only saw one sign, which announced “The French CP does not want to change society, only the Government”, but this may have been a
Trotskyist joke). A good news-
sheet,
Le Pave (The Paving Stone) prints a day-
by-
day account of the barricades and a letter on
Black Power by
Rap Brown; also a letter from the Soldiers’ Committee of
Vincennes, warning soldiers of the dangers of being used by the Government to break strikes: “You are the sons of the people … to isolate you from the people it (the Government) orders you to the barracks … demand your passes. …” The
Voix Ouvriere, a Trotskyist paper run mainly by workers, preaches full co-
operation between workers and students, denounces the CP and the elections. Several strikers we talked to who were on guard duty at the
Renault factory at
Billancourt did want complete revolution of the political system, did not support the
CGT, but otherwise seemed fairly
orthodox Communists, supported the Russian system and believed that elections would achieve revolution. According to one striker the average wage for operatives is about £18 a week, including bonuses, and it is perhaps an example of the French approach to life that it is the better-
off workers, and those working in one of the most alienating work situations of
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all, who are the first to demand changes in the power structure.
However, they had no clear idea as to who they wanted to form a Government (certainly neither de Gaulle, Mitterrand nor <span data-html="true" class="plainlinks" title="Wikipedia: Mendes-France">Mendes-France).
Despite the proliferation of revolutionary ideas at the Sorbonne, as Cohn-Bendit pointed out at the LSE <span data-html="true" class="plainlinks" title="Wikipedia: Teach-in">Teach-in on June 13th, the intellectuals were caught unawares by the sudden eruptions, without having formed a coherent and cohesive philosophy on which to base action after the crisis had occurred. This task has yet to be done, and the lack of such a philosophy may be one of the main reasons why the strikers did not take over the running of their factories, nor take control of the distribution services. (There is also the reluctance of the CGT to commit any “illegal act”.) The ensuing paralysis was an important factor in generating the return to work.
I have an impression that the press is trying to exaggerate the split between the CP and the more militant left, with the object of both discrediting the CP morally, and demonstrating the ineffectiveness of the remainder: a <span data-html="true" class="plainlinks" title="Wikipedia: France-Soir">France-Soir journalist we talked to thought that the CGT were philosophically behind the Renault workers, but that they did not want to commit themselves publicly to what they thought would be a failed revolution: so they simply arranged that the terms they negotiated with the government would be bound to be thrown out by the workers.
One of the most hopeful signs during the revolution has been the involvement of professional groups. Le Monde ran an account of a meeting on May 23rd of 700 architects in the Institut d’Urbanisme, which gave full support to the students and decided to participate through their profession in the movement towards changing the structure of society and of the professions. They have also occupied their regional council office, and intend to hold all future meetings at the Ecole des Beaux Arts. (L’Express reports that the occupation of the architects’ regional council offices was undertaken by a group of which 90% were architects and only 10% students.)
A “Commission of Inter-Professional Relations” (Ex-ENSBA) consisting of groups of architects, <span data-html="true" class="plainlinks" title="Wikipedia: city-planners">city-planners, highway engineers, builders, masons, social psychologists, etc., voted unanimously at a meeting on June 1st, to set up an organisation to fight against the capitalist structure of the professions.
Practically every educational institution in Paris has been taken over: a friend of mine at a school for interpreters, for example, has spent the past two weeks working extremely hard on the details of a new “constitution” for his college.
The main work of the students over the Whit weekend appeared to be the organisating of groups to go to the factories to help persuade the strikers to continue. The seriousness had not evaporated over the hot sunny weekend. The
Odéon on Tuesday was still packed with ardent debaters, speaking in rapid but ordered succession. The atmosphere has holiday, but a heady holiday which was no escape
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from life, like our standard fortnights in
Blackpool or
Torremolinos, but a confirmation of life. A holiday in which everyone participated, a holiday which everyone had themselves created (in this sense it was more than the joyful feeling of disruption produced by heavy snowfalls or power failures). The crowds in the Sorbonne did perhaps appear to be milling about aimlessly, but it was the open aimlessness of people searching, questioning, come to discover the situation and their part in it, and by their very being there they made the situation.
The Sorbonne so clearly stands for something, indefinable, but definitely something much more than the system of human relationships we survive on at the moment. Even when the present excitement and openness has died down, as Cohn-Bendit says, the people now know their power, and even if there is no immediate change in work conditions and relationships, people who feel that the mechanised role-playing life is again overpowering them, can continue to provoke crisis after crisis until the changes do occur. The renewed attacks upon the police of June 11th showed that the students have by no means lost hope in the revolution: and whether or not revolution is achieved, the affluence of Western society in general and the committed position taken by so many French professionals, intellectuals and students, are bound to ensure that substantial changes do occur within the ecucational and professional systems.
It is more difficult to predict what will happen in the factories. But perhaps the whole feeling of the revolution was crystallised in the meeting we had with a group of anarchist workers when we were cooking our supper in the street in Les Halles, during the monster traffic jam on the Tuesday evening. They leapt out of a café on top of us, asked us what we thought of the revolution, declared the strike was continuing 100%, clenched fists, proclaimed; “C’est une revolution de vivre, les patrons, les ouvriers, tous les deux”, and “Les syndicats sont depassés, depassés”, leapt into a big Citroën van shouting they were off to the provinces to spread the word, and just disappeared down the street where traffic had been moving at the rate of two car-lengths every minute. A minute later they were gone, but leaving a stronger impression on us than any other people in Paris.
View from the Island
Christopher Logue, poet laureate of the Left, asked earnestly what We in Britain could do: that, said Cohn-Bendit wearily, is your problem. Kenneth Tynan, in a kimono short, kept inquiring how rebellion could succeed without army support. Among iconoclastic cheers, Cohn-Bendit resorted to (Anglo-Saxon) four-letter words. You felt, breaking free of the shambles, that the only thing our Fidelistas will be able to do with paving stones is drop them on their feet.
— <span data-html="true" class="plainlinks" title="Wikipedia: the guardian"> the guardian, 13.6.68.
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