2008/09/14 Amsterdam
A revolutionary
Without blushing
In this weekend’s International Herald Tribune Steven Erlanger writes about Olivier Besancenot, in Erlanger’s words “the extremely adept leader of the hard French left.”
He adds: “Besancenot is, by occupation, a letter carrier, a member of the working class who delivers the mail for the state in the wealthy Paris suburb of Neuilly-sur-Seine, working part time. But he is also the leader of the Communist Revolutionary League, and he described himself without blushing as a revolutionary in a long interview here, in party offices above a printing factory in this racially mixed city just east of Paris, where cheap clothing stores abut shops selling North African and Middle Eastern spices and take-out food.
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Besancenot speaks quickly and fluently, dotting his answers with references to the philosophical canon of Marxism and post-Marxism, but he has a sense of humor, too, especially about revolutionary purity. Asked about the way human fallibility has ruined previous utopias, he said that serious change must come from below, not from a dictatorship of the proletariat, and that he believes in the protective guarantees of legal rights, decentralization of authority, local responsibilities and multiparty democracy.”
Perhaps Trotskyism will reinvent itself.
9 comments
A revolutionary man (or woman) is a flower in human ecology.
A communist who is still fashionable.
That's what we lack in Flanders. A natural opposite for our Philippe Dewinter.
Jan
Philippe Dewinter thinks of himself as a revolutionary too.
frisse kijk
always open minded for a .... fresh new look :)
Jan Thys
Where I live, I love seeing wild poppies and daisies. A meadow yellow with flowering dandelions is a sight that cheers the soul.
Unfortunately it is not long before the municipal grass mowers cut the grass to a respectable bourgeois stubble, leaving no flowers at all.
Maybe mr. Houellebecq can use his phrases in his next novel....
Revolution!
I don't know whether I'm more scared of losing my bourgeois privilege or more sad that the revolutionaries don't have a chance. Either way I'm not particularly happy about it. Probably sad; I think I've wrung the last drops from my ancestors' crimes. Reading about B I wish I could believe, I see swarms of French voters putting aside their fears and voting him in, but then I remember Leonard Cohen's lyrics "Everybody knows the war is over, everybody knows the good guys lost" and I just go back to my own garden. Is this a global hopelessness? I know it is how "they" want me to feel.
Herman de Coninck
Mening
Vooraan in mijn tuin vertellen rozen
een helderrode mening waar ik achter sta.
Te kijken.
Ik geloof in socialisme zoals de natuur
ons dat leert, wie zei dat ook weer: lucht
en zon zijn van iedereen.
De gelijkheid van er is voor allemaal evenveel
regen, groeien jullie maar, planten.
En de prachtige ongelijkheid die dat oplevert.
Does the interest of a revolutionary lie in the attractiveness of his personality or do people like him because he really proposes good solutions?
I am still not sure if Cervantes wanted to teach us that Don Quixote was an example to follow or not.