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Durruti

In Popular Marches, Sol on 26 June 2011 at 20:55

Dear people,

Every day new popular marches are departing from various cities in Spain. Valencia, Cádiz, Compostela and Coruña are already on the way. Yesterday in the bunker we have also seen images of the column departing from Barcelona.

It was one of those exquisite moments of historical ambiguity. The term ‘column from Barcelona’ resonated a famous episode from the Spanish Civil War, an anarchist march from Barcelona to Madrid in 1936, known as the Columna Durruti.

History has known many heroes, great and small. Horatius Nelson, Michiel de Ruyter, George Washington, you name them. Most of them are nationalist heroes. Their names and their legacy belong to a single nation.

The revolution has its heroes as well. Spartacus, Emiliano Zapata, Che Guevara. These people don’t have a fatherland. Their legacy belongs to all of man kind.

Buenaventura Durruti was the great revolutionary hero of the Spanish Civil War. He had been a miner and a mechanic, but above all he was a romantic. He started fighting his battles against injustice long before the war began. He was part of an anarchist group that assassinated a Spanish archbishop in 1920s. The bishop was said to have financed death squads to hunt down rebellious workers. After the assassination, Durutti had to flee. He went to Latin-America where he participated in acts of sedition all over the continent. He went to Paris where he picked up his occupation as a mechanic and a revolutionary.

When the second Spanish Republic was proclaimed in 1931 he went back to participate in workers’ revolts. The republic was notoriously instable. In the few years of its existence forces from the far left to the far right have tried to take control of it. In 1936 armed conflict ensued. Francisco Franco and other conservative generals made an attempt to take power and only partially succeeded. As a reaction to the coup, many workers and peasants rose up. Durruti participated in the revolt in Barcelona as part of an anarcosindicalist militia.

The city was taken. The red-and-black anarchist flag was waved from the roofs and from the windows. Workers took over factories and shops and set up assemblies to operate the means of production and distribution collectively. Peasants took over from the landowners. Churches were looted and burned.

This is the historical context in which the Columna Durutti was formed. Three thousand armed anarchists marching from Barcelona to Madrid, liberating villages and peasants on their way. It was one of the great revolutionary adventures of the twentieth century.

So yesterday we saw the images of the Columna from Barcelona. A couple of dozen people with backpacks and a banner saying ‘15M on the march’. They will walk about twenty kilometers a day, they will ‘liberate’ all the villages they pass. They will hold assemblies on the squares. They will invite people to join their march.

“This is our time,” I thought. “And it will only get better.”

In november 1936 Durruti and his column entered Madrid in time to help defend the city against the initial attack of the fascists. He was hit by a sniper bullet. The origin of the bullet will always remain a mystery. Durruti was still alive when he arrived at the building that was turned into a makeshift field hospital. It was the place where he died. Before the war it used to be the Ritz hotel.

“It is we the workers who built these palaces and cities here in Spain and in America and everywhere. We, the workers, can build others to take their place. And better ones! We are not in the least afraid of ruins. We are going to inherit the earth; there is not the slightest doubt about that. The bourgeoisie might blast and ruin its own world before it leaves the stage of history. We carry a new world here, in our hearts.”

- Buenaventura Durruti

We are the world

In Popular Marches, Sol on 21 June 2011 at 23:40

Dear people,

The last few days I have spent in what is now colloquially known as ‘the bunker’. The cave of Audiovisuales.

The place is looked after by the sweet little lady I described as the true face of the revolution, comrade Maria. Together with her daughter she also checks out the national and international press. She is better informed than most of us. When I got a call this morning from the journalist of the Financial Times who had interviewed me at Sol and who wanted my confirmation on a march on Brussels, I should have put her through to her. It turned out she knew. ‘Yes, they’re planning a march. Didn’t you know?’

I didn’t. The only thing I knew about was a few dozen other marches. It was the hot topic at the General Assembly last sunday. The idea of marching on parliament from the various neighbourhoods of Madrid has apparently been a good one. This time people are planning to walk to Madrid from all over Spain. In more than twenty cities preparations are under way. Santiago de Compostela, Granada, Cádiz, Murcia, A Coruña, Barcelona etc. etc. The column from Valencia has already left. All of the marches should converge on Madrid on July 23. On the way people from all the villages and cities of Spain will be invited to join. It’s going to be historical.

So here I am. I was thinking of packing my bags to visit Spain, and now Spain has decided to come to Madrid. I’m excited. I immediately want to start drawing an immense map of the country, trace the routes, put it up on the wall and cover it with coloured pins. Then every day I will call around to get information from the spot so that I can move the pins accordingly. Then I would lean back in my comfortable chair, I would put my feet on the table, I’d look up at the map and I’d say: ‘Wow.’

But there’s more I want to do. I want to contact the comrades of Extension, I want to get information from all the marches, I want them to send footage, lots of footage so that we can make something like a daily two-hour television show for our channel to report on what’s happening. I want images of the country side, I want images of the people putting up their tents in the middle of the forests and the mountains of Spain, I want camp fires, guitars, assemblies, village squares, church bells. I want it all, every night at prime time.

Then I get a call. Forget the map, forget the marches. It’s comrade Afrah. I am needed as a voice in a chorus. “Take everybody along. Today we’re recording ‘Puerta del Sol’”, the hymn of the revolution. So after a short trip with the metro we’re in the private sound studio of one our musical comrades, gathered around a microphone. We come from Spain, from Greece, from Turkey, from Venezuela, from Morocco, from Holland. We are the world. And we sing about what this world is going to be like, and how it all started in Puerta del Sol.

It’s late when we come back to the bunker. I look through the papers, and I’m content. They start breathing the wind of change. I can feel the first pearls of sweat breaking out on the foreheads of the bigwigs in Brussels. They urge Spain and Greece to push ahead with the austerity measures, no matter what the citizens may think about it. Those measures are absolutely necessary. “There is no plan B.”

I don’t remember the name of the most venerable sir who said this. But he can rest assured. He doesn’t have to worry. He can go home.

We’re working on plan B.

Oscar

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