Songwriter's Corner- Spain 1936- The
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In Honor Of The 98th Anniversary Of the Easter Uprising
In Honor Of The 98th Anniversary Of the Easter Uprising
A
word on the Easter Uprising
In the old Irish working-class
neighborhoods where I grew up the aborted Easter Uprising of 1916 was spoken of
in mythical hushed reverent tones as the key symbol of the modern Irish liberation
struggle from bloody England. The event itself provoked such memories of heroic
“boyos” (and “girlos” not acknowledged) fighting
to the end against great odds that a careful analysis of what could, and could not
be, learned from the mistakes made at the time entered my head. That was then
though in the glare of boyhood infatuations. Now is the time for a more sober assessment.
The easy part of analyzing the Irish
Easter Uprising of 1916 is first and foremost the knowledge, in retrospect,
that it was not widely supported by people in Ireland, especially by the
“shawlies” in Dublin and the cities who received their sons’ military pay from
the Imperial British Army for service in the bloody trenches of Europe which
sustained them throughout the war. That factor and the relative ease with which
the uprising had been militarily defeated by the British forces send in main
force to crush it lead easily to the conclusion that the adventure was doomed
to failure. Still easier is to criticize the timing and the strategy and
tactics of the planned action and of the various actors, particularly in the
leadership’s underestimating the British Empire’s frenzy to crush any
opposition to its main task of victory in World War I. (Although, I think that frenzy
on Mother England’s part would be a point in the uprising’s favor under the theory
that England’s [or fill in the blank of your favorite later national liberation
struggle] woes were Ireland’s [or fill in the blank ditto on the your favorite oppressed
peoples struggle] opportunities.
The hard part is to draw any
positive lessons of that national liberation struggle experience for the
future. If nothing else remember this though, and unfortunately the Irish
national liberation fighters (and other national liberation fighters later,
including later Irish revolutionaries) failed to take this into account in their
military calculations, the British (or fill in the blank) were savagely committed
to defeating the uprising including burning that colonial country to the ground
if need be in order to maintain control. In the final analysis, it was not part
of their metropolitan homeland, so the hell with it. Needless to say, cowardly British
Labor’s position was almost a carbon copy of His Imperial Majesty’s. Labor
Party leader Arthur Henderson could barely contain himself when informed that
James Connolly had been executed. That should, even today, make every British
militant blush with shame. Unfortunately, the demand for British militants and
others today is the same as then if somewhat attenuated- All British Troops
Out of Ireland.
In various readings on national
liberation struggles I have come across a theory that the Easter Uprising was
the first socialist revolution in Europe, predating the Bolshevik Revolution by
over a year. Unfortunately, there is little truth to that idea. Of the
Uprising’s leaders only James Connolly was devoted to the socialist cause.
Moreover, while the Irish Volunteers and the Irish Citizen Army were
prototypical models for urban- led national liberation forces such
organizations, as we have witnessed in later history, are not inherently
socialistic. The dominant mood among the leadership was in favor of political independence
and/or fighting for a return to a separate traditional Irish cultural hegemony.
(“Let poets rule the land”).
As outlined in the famous
Proclamation of the Republic posted on the General Post Office in Dublin,
Easter Monday, 1916 the goal of the leadership appeared to be something on the
order of a society like those fought for in the European Revolutions of 1848, a
left bourgeois republic. A formation on the order of the Paris Commune of 1871 where
the working class momentarily took power or the Soviet Commune of 1917 which
lasted for a longer period did not figure in the political calculations at that
time. As noted above, James Connolly clearly was skeptical of his erstwhile
comrades on the subject of the nature of the future state and apparently was
prepared for an ensuing class struggle following the establishment of a republic.
That does not mean that revolutionary socialists could not
support such an uprising. On the contrary, Lenin, who was an admirer of
Connolly for his anti-war stance in World War I, and Trotsky stoutly defended
the uprising against those who derided the Easter rising for involving
bourgeois elements. Participation by bourgeois and petty bourgeois elements is
in the nature of a national liberation struggle. The key, which must be learned
by militants today, is who leads the national liberation struggle and on what
program. As both Lenin and Trotsky made clear later in their own experiences in
Russia revolutionary socialists have to lead other disaffected elements of
society to overthrow the existing order. There is no other way in a heterogeneous
class-divided society. Moreover, in Ireland, the anti-imperialist nature of the
action against British imperialism during wartime on the socialist principle
that the defeat of your own imperialist overlord in war as a way to open the
road to the class struggle merited support on that basis alone. Chocky Ar La.
Peter Paul Markin Commentary
I have spilled no small amount of
ink, and gladly, writing about the heroic military role of those Americans who
fought in the American-led Abraham Lincoln Battalion of 15th International
Brigade during the Spanish Civil War. The song "Viva La Quince
Brigada" can apply to those of other nationalities who fought bravely for
the Republican side in that conflict. Here's a take from the Irish perspective.
Note the name Frank Ryan included here, a real hero of that operation.
Viva La Quince Brigada
(Christy Moore)
(Christy Moore)
Ten years before I saw the light of
morning
A comradeship of heroes was laid.
From every corner of the world came
sailing
The Fifteenth International Brigade.
They came to stand beside the
Spanish people.
To try and stem the rising Fascist
tide
Franco's allies were the powerful
and wealthy,
Frank Ryan's men came from the other
side.
Even the olives were bleeding
As the battle for Madrid it
thundered on.
Truth and love against the force af
evil,
Brotherhood against the Fascist
clan.
Vive La Quince Brigada!
"No Paseran" the pledge
that made them fight.
"Adelante" was the cry
around the hillside.
Let us all remember them tonight.
Bob Hillard was a Church of Ireland
pastor;
From Killarney across the Pyrenees
ho came.
From Derry came a brave young
Christian Brother.
Side by side they fought and died in
Spain.
Tommy Woods, aged seventeen, died in
Cordoba.
With Na Fianna he learned to hold
his gun.
From Dublin to the Villa del Rio
Where he fought and died beneath the
Spanish sun.
Many Irishmen heard the call of
Franco.
Joined Hitler and Mussolini too.
Propaganda from the pulpit and
newspapers
Helped O'Duffy to enlist his crew.
The word came from Maynooth:
'Support the Fascists.'
The men of cloth failed yet again
When the bishops blessed the
blueshirts in Dun Laoghaire
As they sailed beneath the swastika
to Spain.
This song is a tribute to Frank
Ryan.
Kit Conway and Dinny Coady too.
Peter Daly, Charlie Regan and Hugh
Bonar.
Though many died I can but name a
few.
Danny Doyle, Blaser-Brown and
Charlie Donnelly.
Liam Tumilson and Jim Straney from
the Falls.
Jack Nally, Tommy Patton and Frank
Conroy,
Jim Foley, Tony Fox and Dick
O'Neill.
Written in 1983
Copyright Christy Moore
apr97
Here are a couple more Yeats
classics.
THE SECOND COMING
by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
TURNING and turning in the widening
gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot
hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the
world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and
everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is
drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while
the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those
words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus
Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the
sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head
of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the
sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all
about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert
birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I
know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking
cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come
round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be
born?
"The Second Coming" is
reprinted from Michael Robartes and the Dancer. W.B. Yeats. New York:
Macmillan, 1921.
ON A POLITICAL PRISONER
by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
HE that but little patience knew,
From childhood on, had now so much
A grey gull lost its fear and flew
Down to her cell and there alit,
And there endured her fingers' touch
And from her fingers ate its bit.
Did she in touching that lone wing
Recall the years before her mind
Became a bitter, an abstract thing,
Her thought some popular enmity:
Blind and leader of the blind
Drinking the foul ditch where they
lie?
When long ago I saw her ride
Under Ben Bulben to the meet,
The beauty of her country-side
With all youth's lonely wildness
stirred,
She seemed to have grown clean and
sweet
Like any rock-bred, sea-borne bird:
Sea-borne, or balanced in the air
When first it sprang out of the nest
Upon some lofty rock to stare
Upon the cloudy canopy,
While under its storm-beaten breast
Cried out the hollows of the sea.
"On a Political Prisoner" is reprinted from
Michael Robartes and the Dancer. W.B. Yeats. New York: Macmillan, 1921.
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