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Introduction
Manchester 1819
It was 8 a.m. on Monday 16 August. The
factories stood silent and in the weavers
cottages the looms were still. For Samuel
Bamford, a weaver in the Manchester
suburb of Middleton, the key thing was to
avoid any excuse for violence. The
employers feared the new industrial
workforce and today would be the most
decisive day in its history. At the
appointed time
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London, 1889
Tom Mann has been blacklisted as an
engineer and is so poor hes had to sell his
violin; Victor Griffuelhes is a shoemaker
trudging the lanes of southern France in
search of work; Bill Haywood is a cowboy
in Nevada; Eduardo Gilimon is wandering
through the slums of Buenos Aires
preaching the non-existence of God; James
Connolly is an embittered British soldier
in Ireland. The year is 1889 and working
class history is at a turning point. Between
now and the outbreak of the First World
War, the labour movement will go global,
creating mass trade unions and
popularising a new union way of life.
But the men who will make this happen
are in 1889 anonymous loners on the
fringes of the workforce.
Over the next twenty years their
names will become well known in the
tabloid newspapers and police stations of
the world. They will cross continents and
oceans in pursuit of a twofold dream: trade
unions for unskilled workers and
international solidarity between them. The
idea is known to history as syndicalism
and is rough and ready, like the unplaned
wood of the railway boxcars it is born in
and it will infuriate socialist intellectuals.
But why will it spread so fast? The
answer lies in the giant transformation
under way in business and politics in
1889. It can be summed up as the three
Ms. Monopoly the rise of heavy industry
has created a few big companies which
can swallow up the rest; these are
companies with absolute power over
suppliers, the workforce and even the
politicians who are supposed to regulate
them. Management the generation of
businessmen that will build the Eiffel
Tower and the Titanic need scientific
methods to run the workplace. They need
control over it and at the same time
harmony within it. They have started to
think scientifically about ways to manage
people at work. Militarism the industrial
powers are engaged in the scramble for
colonies that will lead to war in 1914;
everywhere nationalism is solidifying.
Military face-offs and minor wars give
warning of the storm ahead.
This is how globalisation looks the
first time around; it is not the same as
todays version. By 1889 a global system
of trade, transport and exchangeable
currencies has been created, making
international solidarity between workers in
different countries a practical question
instead of just a high ideal. New Zealand
wool makes shawls to keep the heads of
British mill girls warm; Chinese migrants
undercut the wages of white Dutchmen in
the gold mines of South Africa; beef from
Argentina ends up in the spaghetti of a
Bolognese engineer. And there is mass
migration. From Sydney to Seattle
workers are on the move, not just from the
farm to the factory but across land and sea.
The footloose syndicalist agitators will
always find an audience in the steerage
class of ocean-going ships, or in the cattle
trucks of trains.
Traditional trade unionism, born in a
century of small strikes, small firms and
local economics, cannot cope with this
new world of giant things. Its power
against monopoly is non-existent;
scientific management is undermining its
control over training and wage rates; and
the vast mass of working people have no
way into indeed see no point to trade
unions.
A small core of activists has
struggled to keep alive the principles of
anarchism and socialism but its an uphill
struggle. Marxist ranters pay fleeting
visits to the Salford streets that had
throbbed with republicanism at the time of
Peterloo but the reception is now hostile.
Robert Roberts, who grew up there in this
period, remembers:
Germany, 1905
Picture yourself, a typical German worker,
on Saturday 4 August 1905. You are at
work in a Hamburg engineering factory.
You are male, in your mid-twenties. Its
getting towards the end of your shift and
the weekends near. You havent shaved
for six days and, as you pass your mate on
the way to the lavatory, you give him a
beard polish rubbing your stubble into
his face until his eyes water. In the
lavatories, there are a couple of comrades
skiving off and whispering about strikes
(its been a year of strikes from St
Petersburg to Chicago). While you are at
the urinal somebody creeps up behind you,
grabs both ends of your moustache, and
gives them a painful tug. Wincing, you
hear your mates distinctive laugh echo
down the corridor.
Inside the factory everything is
regulated by law: the hours, the wages, the
fines you have to pay if you make
mistakes, the compulsory overtime. But
soon the bell rings and the week is over.
Your mate claps you on the shoulder and
you run together for the train: theres no
horseplay now because youre on your
own time, not the bosses. What do you
talk about? Who knows, but this is what
you tell the sociologists when they get you
on your own:
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Brzeziny, Poland
It is a small town in Europe between the
wars. There are a handful of warehouses, a
collection of workshops and grocery
stores; from the railway station come
newspapers and socialist lecturers. There
have been strikes here, but they did not
exactly shake the world. The cobbled
streets clatter with the sound of horse-
drawn carts and children skipping. The
town was once famous locally for its
garment industry but is now, on the
surface, nondescript typical of the towns
people lived in during the decades when
the workers movement was at its height.
Yet Brzeziny is a town about which
we know almost everything. We know not
only how many tailors shops there were
but the names of the tailors. We know the
names of the hooligans who had to be
reined in so that the trade union movement
could go about its business. We know what
people argued about at work, what songs
they sang, the names of the generous
employers and of the mean ones. We know
what street the first May Day procession
went down, on 1 May 1928, the name of
the man who carried the flag and that he
remembered, The flag was so heavy and
the wind made it even heavier that to this
day, I feel its weight.
We know so much about this
ordinary town for an extraordinary reason:
it was destroyed by the Nazis. First the
Gestapo told the Jewish community
leaders to choose ten hostages, then they
hanged them. They rounded up every
Jewish child and sent them to be gassed.
Italy, 1920
In September 1920, managers all across
northern Italy were taking instructions
from their workers. A correspondent for a
Milan newspaper wrote,
France, 1936
To be a communist in France in the early
1930s was depressing; to be a socialist
probably even more depressing. French
Communist Party (PCF) numbers had
fallen to just 29,000. The Socialist Party
with 191,000 members seemed doomed to
remain in parliamentary opposition
forever. Even if you added together the
pro-communist and pro-socialist sections
of the CGT they had less than half the
members they had registered in 1918. In
1931 came the Depression. Then, in
January 1933, Hitler rose to power in
Germany.
It was the sudden danger of fascism
in France that changed things, most
dramatically when fascist demonstrators
tried to storm parliament on 6 February
1934, resulting in 15 deaths. The CGT
called a one-day general strike which
brought millions out of their factories and
forced the socialist and communist leaders
to forget the war between brothers and
unite. In October 1934 the PCF issued the
call for a Popular Front against fascism,
discarding its previous theory that the
socialists were worse than fascists. In
September 1935 the two trade union
federations voted to merge, with their
membership now rising on the back of a
wave of economic disputes.
Simone Weil, a 25-year-old socialist
schoolteacher, knew instinctively that the
coming crisis would be decided in the
factories; she had, in any case, been
shunted around the school system after
going on too many anti-fascist marches
and factory work was all she could get.
She took a job at the Renault factory at
Billancourt, where her diaries and notes
comprise an unparalleled record of life
inside a typical Fordist workplace in the
years when it was about to become a
battleground.
She describes the process of working
up to the required speed of the metal press:
400 pieces of metal pressed an hour is a
lot, but the target is 800 more than 13
repetitions of the same task every minute.
She manages it by the second day. What
did I gain from this experience? she asks,
after being harangued by her foreman.
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Introduction
1 Larkin, E. James Larkin, Irish
Labour Leader, 18761947, London
1965, p.11
2 Michel, L. Red Virgin: Memoirs of
Louise Michel, Alabama 1982, p.52
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