Showing posts with label barricades. Show all posts
Showing posts with label barricades. Show all posts

Oakland





 
This.  (See also this and this.)  General strike called for November 2.

 In addition, for any who might fret about those perfectly good barricades - those fences put up to keep people out of a public space and torn down by those same people in retaking that space - going to waste, don't worry.  They were put to much better use:

Arguably the least expensive (excluding the whole massive militarized mobilization and war being made on a populace in a time of the drastic cutting of social services part of things) installation of "public art" in America.  Not to mention, it is both minimalist and repurposed.  No wonder the city of Oakland is so hot to claim that they support the goals of the Occupy movement, all possible evidence (including both the attack and the fact that it is fundamentally impossible) to the contrary.

To all back home: whatever part of the body - thoughts are too diffuse, heart is too easy, too central, too stupidly trodden - is adequate to say is with you in full, across these oceans and continents.

[Note: I am far too far away to give any adequate account, but in case you haven't been following, get info at Occupy Oakland (here and twitter here).  Some initial footage rounded up here.]





If you want to get arrested for your cause, you should rob a liquor store (And why no one should ever listen to Naomi Wolf about "protests")

Two brief notes on the alleged occupations of streets, Wall and otherwise.

1.


Big cheers to those who know that's what it means and takes.  And to the messy spread of it to other places, to other "issues" (read: capital, state, and - for old time's sake - church; jail, immigration, unpaid labor, policing, foreclosure, access to medicine)  that have nothing to do with "Wall Street greed," as none of this has much to do with that in the first place.  

Scorn and loathing to those wee katechons who restrain, who make nice, who tell you to sit down.  Whose breath reeks of the word peace as if they've long been drinking from the toilet.

2.



But a brief comment, one that applies not to those who got picked up on that bridge but to a whole lot of what has been said about this?

No one should not let oneself "get" arrested.  There is nothing sexy, useful, or sacrificial about doing so.  It is a waste of legal fees, time, and zip ties, and it renders protest recognizable in an old-fashioned, familiar, and therefore irrelevant way.  (And not "old-fashioned" in the Barcelona 1936 way, for example, which would be quite another story.)

If one thinks that 700 people getting arrested makes a splash, try seeing what happens when 700 people don't get arrested, despite police efforts to the contrary.  See what happens when a video is released of forty people un-arresting someone successfully.  See how that will change the stakes in the way that a mass arrest never can.

But if you want to get arrested for your cause, you should rob a liquor store and use the cash to buy needed materials for those protesting.  That is literally more useful.  And hell, you may even get away with it.

Do not sit there and wait for it.  Do not listen to others who tell you to do so.  If you see someone people to do so, shout that person down.

[Case in point, someone like Naomi Wolf.


Who writes:

"please protesters, I can't say this enough: DO NOT MARCH. SIT DOWN or stand with linked arms. DO NOT MARCH. I have studied protests for the last fifty years -- the ones that ended in state violence (they always win) are short and the MARCH. the ones that brought down regimes are LONG and STOP TRAFFIC and involve SITTING DOWN OR STANDING STILL WITH LINKED ARMS. They take patience. "

Well... In response to her, adopting her preferred typographical choices for ease of comprehension: 

DO NOT LISTEN TO LIBERALS as their historical moment has passed and CONDEMNED THEM TO IRRELEVANCE.  Stop traffic, yes, but there are many things that stop traffic other than your own BODY.  They are highly worth considering.  Many of them may be found in or directly alongside those roads on which the traffic moves.  It's what we who have "studied protests" typically call BARRICADES.  

We know the Gandhi-ish examples she likely has in mind.  Those bear no connection to the state of affairs in the US today.  One shouldn't confuse recent instances of "protests without high death counts" and "peaceful protests": they are not the same thing.  A single example refresher on said point ("Unlike previous protests, there was no large scale police crackdown. The parliament was partially burned during the protests.").  

And if she thinks that what happened in Egypt, or the Arab Spring more broadly, was "peaceful" or related to "SITTING DOWN OR STANDING STILL", she has simply no sense of what went down, the risks people took, and the steps they took (i.e. sharing information, choosing not to just "stand still" or "sit down" and take it, not going back to work) that made those risks worth taking.

 
And in case our historical memory is as SHIT as Wolf's, let's recall that the "protests" that "brought down regimes" recently, or come anywhere near doing so, are ones that a) threaten to, or do, bring their economies to a halt, b) cease to draw a clear line between the political, the social, and the economic, c) defend themselves, d) do not sit down and wait for the very state violence you mention,  e) recognize that insofar it is serious, it will end in state violence one way or the other, and f) leave behind that entire terrain of "march", "sit down", and "protest" and begin doing things closer to what the words "occupy", "assemble," "riot," "get very seriously organized," "barricade," and "halt" actually mean.  

P.S. And remember, it's we're gonna run these streets tonight, not we're gonna stand very still with our arms linked on these streets tonight.  It's the streets will run red.  Not that the streets will sit down, red.]


 Become enormously, allergically suspicious of the word "peaceful."


And above all, do not sit and watch others get arrested while waiting your turn.  Do not let the taking photos (even if they look like they'll be very good) of that act take the place of stopping that arrest, even if it means that the subject of the photo - someone being pinned and hurt by a number of men - will cease to exist.  In this case, it is the absence of a picture will be worth a thousand words.   For when people speak of "a critique of separation," of the problem of a fundamental divide between seeing and doing, this is the sort of thing they have in mind.

And for once, they're totally right.

Sursurrealism


Les barricadeurs sur
la police sur
la ville

(That is, if you want us, cops, you'll have to shoot at your a single phrase version of your fundamental fantasy first.  In the Dresden uprising of 1849, so the story goes, Bakunin, proposed to hang Raphael's Sistine Madonna from the barricades, as he thought the Prussians were too cultured "to dare to fire on a Raphael."  The French police firing on an American cop film - starring Richard Widmark, no less -  is about as unthinkable.

For contemporary America: we must build movable walls composed of nothing but reruns of The Shawshank Redemption.  No one will touch us.)

Where the rubber does not hit the road


The overturned car of the barricade disrupts above all because it insists: yes, there are roads that go that way, pavement bent upright, on which this rubber hangs, there are cities that rise and fall, there is traffic which crests before us and breaks brittle like waves below freezing.

Contempuously, higher


A further note on revolutionary barricade architecture, following the Institute's post on it. Reminding me that it's odd I've never written on barricades here. For it's fitting he draws a link between the monstrous hybrid of Hugo's barricades to my thinking on salvagepunk: a longer term writing project, perhaps a dissertation, I was embarking on a while ago was on the barricade as revolutionary trope, material practice, and as principle of conjunctural montage. In other words, as the exception to the city that dictates its development (if we think the spaces of Hausmannization as a response to the threat of resurgent mass struggle) and as the embodiment of resistance that hustles, scrambles, and cobbles together whatever it can find, seeing in the whole world of exchange and social embeddedness just basic facts of mass and height, what is sturdy and what is sharp. Carriages decoupled from their horses and added to the pile. (The radical mirroring and decoupling of capitalism's own capacity for making the world shards of itself and then squeezing value out of the wrecked.) Protosalvage indeed. Apparently I can't get away from my love of the re/mis-use of waste. (And hence I like my modernism scuzzy, choppy, burning, and overall, a toiling mess. Hence not "hauntology" or spectres, but stains and rubble proper, spots that don't come out and provide the anchor for a pattern to come, whether or not you want that to be the case.)

I'll inevitably return to barricades, as my thinking on salvage/montage/construction/waste is a self-consumptive feedback loop, but in the meantime, a putting the bio (or perhaps the necro) back into the political architectural assemblage for my biopolitical thinking comrade.

"I saw a group of Swiss, who had been kneeling and begging for their lives, killed amid jeering, and I saw the stripped bodies of the gravely wounded thrown contemptuously onto the barricades to make them higher."

(Friedrich von Raumer, Briefe aus Paris une Frankreich in Jahre 1830, referenced in Benjamin's Passagenwerk.)