Monday, July 30, 2007

Homage to Anarchism

Disclaimer: This is a political discussion. As such, I understand that many people will disagree with my opinions (those people are wrong!). If you do disagree, feel free to comment on the article, but please only comment if you have an informed and coherent opinion. Offensive posts or posts containing current dogmas about political systems (basically, anything that claims that democracy is fair government or that it safeguards freedom, liberty or anything else that Americans like to go to war over) will be deleted.
Also, the historical facts mentioned in this post are based on Orwell’s account of the war. If you were there and can prove that they are wrong, please enlighten the rest of us.

I am currently re-reading George Orwell’s “Homage to Catalonia”. I started reading it when I was a lot younger and don’t believe I ever finished it as I was too young to really appreciate what it was about.

It is particularly interesting to read it while living in Barcelona. He writes about marching around the “municipal park” opposite Plaza Espanya. I find it hard to imagine companies of anarchists and communists parading in military formation around present-day Montjuic. It’s such a tranquil place in the winter time and so plagued with tourists in the summer time.

It’s also interesting to cycle around the city, contrasting it with Orwell's description of it in civil war times. Barcelona is famous for its impressive architecture and ostentatious buildings. When Orwell was here, they had all been taken over by the communists and anarchists and the businesses in them collectivised, right down to the city’s bootblacks.

Now, walking around the city, it seems that the Bourgeoisie has been replaced by the capitalist elite. Walking down Passeig de Gracia, you see all the famous buildings designed by Gaudí and the like, but their bottom floors are occupied by the outlets of multinational corporations doing a brisk trade selling goods to tourists. The quioscos on the street sell drinks made by Coca-Cola and ice cream made by Frigo/Walls/HB/Whatever it’s called in whatever country you live in.

It seems that Barcelona has become a whore to capitalism. And I don’t think that this is a necessary state of affairs. There are those who would claim that prosperity comes from capitalism, but this is confusing the issue. Prosperity comes from industry (ranging from heavy manufacturing to selling ice cream to tourists). Under capitalism, the industry is in the hands of a select few, who often have a parasitic relationship with the general population, profiting from their labour without giving much back. In an anarchist or communist setting, the industry is collectively owned and all labourers should benefit from it fairly. The key word is “fairly”, but it is outside the scope of this post to discuss what precisely that entails.

It seems to me self-evident that locally and popularly owned industry would make Barcelona a wealthier place, as measured by the tangible wealth and quality of life of the average citizen and not by the amount of money exchanging hands (a system that measures wealth based on the exchange of glorified IOUs between those who have them is really missing the point!). The tourists will continue to come here as they are not brought here by the Nike shops, the Sony Centres and the Burger Kings, all of which they can probably find in their home towns – they are brought here by the impressive beauty of the city, its vibrant nightlife, pleasant climate and generally friendly inhabitants.

In Orwell’s time, class distinctions were abolished. “Respectful” terms such as “señor”, "usted”, etc. were banned and everybody was treated as an equal. Orwell famously got in trouble for trying to tip the lift operator boy at his hotel! That’s really impressive if you stop to think about it. He is describing a society in which a lift operator is wealthy enough to be able to snub tips from clients! Imagine a world in which you didn’t have to tip your waiter because you know he is correctly rewarded for his work. Under the anarcho-syndicalist government in Barcelona, prostitutes were asked to stop being prostitutes and get more rewarding work. I cannot imagine a society in which a significant proportion of the population is not forced to do unpleasant or dangerous work in order to survive. Nor can I imagine one where the lowest employees of a service business don’t have to resort to tips in order to pay the bills.

It seems to me that “democratic” capitalism is a deeply flawed system and, in Barcelona, at least, anarchism has been shown to work. The reason the anarchist government collapsed was, essentially, because the fascists arrived with German and Italian weapons and shot them all. But while the government lasted, militias like Orwell’s defended the city from the invading rebels (Franco’s army – to anybody not entirely familiar with the Spanish Civil War, it should be noted that Franco and a few other generals and influential figures gathered the army and overthrew the democratically elected government because they did not agree with it) and they did so in an anarchist army. This meant that a mere private in the army did not have to salute a general and could, in fact, stroll up and have an informal chat with him. What’s more, a private was not obliged to follow orders unquestioningly and yet, as Orwell noted, very few men deserted the militia and most fought enthusiastically, if not always skilfully. The anarchist soldiers understood the validity of their endeavours and were allowed to question orders which they did not agree with. They believed in their cause and were prepared to fight for it. I don’t know of any group of men who would display similar loyalty to a capitalist system.

Orwell did not come to Barcelona to fight a war - he came to write articles because he was a journalist. And yet, when he arrived here, he perceived that there was something worth fighting for and he enlisted in a militia. And he wasn’t alone. The Spanish Civil War was famous for the huge amount of help from outside on both sides. We know what the fascists were fighting for – power and the established order, but the Reds were fighting for what they knew to be a superior system of government.

What has changed since the 30s? The monarchy and the church have lost their power, so we are no longer subservient to them. But in the 21st century, people’s lives are dominated by multinational corporations. We work for unseen superiors whom we support with our labour. Wars are still waged for money and power, but today they are backed by large businesses instead of the monarchy and the church. The governments of the world are not directly accountable to the people and, in fact, go out of their way to keep their populations subdued. Things are not so different today. Why then should we not believe that anarchism can work today? Why is it no longer worth fighting for?

Friday, July 27, 2007

Mischief with Bicycles

I went for a cycle today, as I often do when the weather is fine and the bicycles are free (which is to say, all of the time :)).

On my way home, I decided to park my bike at the Bicing station nearest my house, on Av. Meridiana. When approaching from Les Glories, this involves making a questionable manoeuvre of crossing some tram tracks and a pedestrian crossing, then cycling about 10 metres against the flow of traffic to the station. There's generally enough clearance to do it comfortably, and there is rarely heavy traffic when I'm out and about, so it's by no means a dangerous manoeuvre.

The bicing station has an area marked out in front for cyclists to stand when retrieving or returning a bicycle. Today as I approached there was a car parked in that space. Inside was a suit talking on his businessman phone and making notes in a pad. He had obviously pulled in off the road and, rather than park in an actual car space, or turn the corner 5 metres in front of him onto a side street, he had decided to be an ignorant bastard and park across about 8 bike slots.

This annoyed me as it meant that I had to cycle out onto the main road and into oncoming traffic to get around him, because all the bike slots in front of his car were full already. So my normally safe, but questionable, manoeuvre became questionable and slightly dangerous today just because some suit wanted to park his car in a bicycle parking space. That attitude among motorists that cyclists aren't legitimate road users really bothers me.

As a result, I decided it would be a good idea to leave my bike as close as possible to his car. He had pulled his car up to within inches of a bike on the front of his car, and so I placed mine a similar distance from the back of his car. Because the bikes are parked perpendicularly to the longitudinal axis of his car, this meant that there was no way he could possibly remove his car. He would have had to either run over one of the bikes (a difficult thing to do without damaging his car as they are slotted into a rail at the front) or wait until a cyclist shows up to free him.

For all I know, he's still there.

Serves the fucker right.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Next for Dónall

People have been asking me about this, so I am posting a short explanation.

After consultation with a number of different people from a number of different backgrounds, my next step is now apparent.

I had considered returning to college but those in the know about these things consider it to be a waste of my time, so I will be seeking full time employment. The Google thing failed due to a lack of experience, although it was apparently considered that I would be a good fit in the company otherwise, so I need to enter a graduate training program. If I work hard for a couple of years and make a real contribution to whichever company hires me, I should then be in a position to select my next job at my leisure. Or even just stay put if I get into an interesting graduate job.

And so I am currently in the market for a graduate program in a major software engineering company. Recommendations are welcome.

I will be returning to Dublin on the 8th of August with a view to actively pursuing employment opportunities, as the only job worth applying for is with a certain software giant which isn't starting their graduate program until after September (although I could be tempted to return for it).

In the meantime, the current goal is to have earned the title "software engineer" by Xmas. Stay tuned.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

No job for me

I just got a boilerplate rejection from Google, which makes my previous post all the more intriguing.

What is next for Dónall? A good question. Suggestions are welcome.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Google

Gmail just recommended that I upgrade my version of Internet Explorer. It was an ad for IE7 with the Google toolbar installed. But I am using Firefox so there is no way I want to upgrade my copy of MSIE.

I expected their system to be more clever than that. I think browser-specific ads is an excellent idea. People who use Firefox are more likely to be technologically savvy and so they should get ads for techie things. In the same way, people who use Internet Explorer should get ads for anti-virus software.

I read somewhere that some people don't keep blogs like this in case a future employer stumbles on them and disagrees with the views, thus ruining the blogger's employment prospects. Considering that I am unemployed and that I just badmouthed both Google and Microsoft, I am now glad that nobody ever reads this blog!

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Murder Attempt

I witnessed an attempted murder last night. I was in one of the less salubrious parts of the Barri Gòtic and I saw a couple of drunk guys fighting. This was serious fighting; none of this rolling around on the floor hugging each other nonsense - they were punching each other in the face.

Naturally, I paused to admire the spectacle (you know you would have done the same!). At one point, the drunker of the two screamed something unintelligible, turned around from his opponent and stalked over to some steps where people tend to chill out and drink beers.

He grabbed a large 1-litre bottle and smashed it against the step. I was very impressed. I read somewhere that this trick invariably goes wrong and leaves the would-be slasher with a severely lacerated hand, but in this case, he turned around wielding a pretty nasty-looking weapon.

At this point, the other guy realised that he was unarmed in what had become a stabbing fight, so he turned and ran while the bottle guy pursued him around the square, screaming at him and taking wild stabs at him. Those of us in the crowd backed away appropriately as he passed, in an effort to not lose any limbs to his errant bottle-swinging.

When he realised he couldn't get close enough to cut the guy, he stopped running and threw the broken bottle at the back of his head, missing by inches. The bottle landed in the middle of a crowd of people and exploded into glass shards. Now unarmed, three people rushed the failed assassin and brought him to the ground and held him pinned there until the red mist subsided.

One of my more enduring memories of the night will be the sight of three large men struggling to contain a drunk maniac while one of them shouts at him that he has crossed the line. It's perfectly acceptable to get drunk and start a fight, he said, but you never use broken glass as a weapon when the police are only a couple of streets away.

Sure enough, the police promptly showed up to sort matters out and I decided it was probably about time I went home.