Monday, 14 September 2020

Shock and Awe - Disease, Exception, Capitalism

In December and January, thanks in great measure to the support and assistance of dear friends, I visited India for the first time.  I arrived in Delhi and spent time there, in Jaipur,  and also in the forests of Ranthambhore (seeking tigers) and in the hills at Nainital (seeking Nanda Devi).  It was an extraordinary and multifaceted experience.

India has the second-largest population in the world and is a colossal country.  It has undergone a sudden and spectacular 'modernisation' since its opening under the aegis of Rajiv Gandhi in 1993.  I was warned to be prepared for the poverty of India, for the glaring contrast between wealth and abjection visible on the streets of its great cities.   And indeed I saw such poverty and such contrasts.  But what overwhelmed me was rather a sense of the sheer violence and awful sublimity of the processes now unleashed in that country.  Nowhere I had previously travelled showed me the 'Juggernaut of Capital', as Marx called it, as so massive, aggressive, loud, over-coloured, over-stimulated, destructive and arrogantly powerful.   If this reads like an aesthetic judgement (of no very sophisticated kind), as against a social or political one, then this indicates the dangerous Naipaulian ground on which I at times found myself.   I needed and need to remind myself that capitalism everywhere is brutal, coarse and coarsening, destructive and ugly, as well as enabling, exhilirating, liberating and even ecstatic.   In the West, however, capitalism has been contested and even at times overlaid with the veils of social democracy, which has sought since 1945 to trim, cushion, compensate, ameliorate the explosive, amoral and indifferent energy of capitalism.  So it is easy for me to sit in south Dublin, forget I live in a profoundly interconnected world and pretend that my immediate locale is not damaged or fractured in the way I felt I saw society and culture fractured and damaged in India.   

As if to slam home the lesson to me, however, Covid 19 has radically re-adjusted the world, even since my last blogpost.  Or, more accurately, it has re-adjusted my cosy liberal and complacent world, with an abrupt reminder that there is no escape from the entanglements and contradictions of modernity anywhere.   My university, along with the rest of the Irish education system, is closed down.  Work is to be carried on online.   Meanwhile, in the brave new post-2008 Irish economy, maybe 200,000 people have been flung out of work - in the last week - as the state has shut down branches of economy and society which are predicated on or involve sociability, in the effort to stem the spread of the virus.   

Much discussion has centered on the threat of C19 to the Irish health system and indeed this concern is justified, in the context of a system which is highly funded but seemingly mismanaged and suffering from post-crash bed closures.   The fear is that a health system insufficiently tooled-up with ICU equipment, respirators, test kits, beds and staff may be broken as the number of virus sufferers rises geometrically to ever-greater heights.  

But the threat to the economic system, or the ways that the crisis may transform the economic system, is at least as spectacular and alarming.   Fox News in America was reporting a few days ago that the Trump administration, which had initially denied the importance of the pandemic, and then and now attributed it to Chinese malevolence, was planning to combat the effects of the virus with techniques of 'shock and  awe'.   'Shock and awe' is a term which came into widespread usage as the United States prepared to invade Iraq in the spring of 2003.   The war would be opened with offensive weapons of such spectacular effect and stunning lethality that, it was hoped, the Iraqi people  and leadership would be browbeaten into very rapid collapse and surrender.    And of course Saddam's regime did indeed crumble very quickly, though war in Iraq dragged on, at a lower  intensity, much longer than the United States had planned or hoped.  

The point now, of course, is that Western societies (and many others) are being struck by a force which seems to precipitate and justify state biopolitical measures whose effect on their economies is that of 'shock and awe'.   Western societies are, to varying degrees, putting their economies to sleep.   Service industries are shutting down.   The airline industry is shrinking before our eyes.   Tourism is evaporating.   Vital services - not only health but also rescue services, civic supports and infrastructure, not to mention education - all have shut down or 'gone online'.

In 2006, Naomi Klein published The Shock Doctrine, an account of the emergence of what she called 'disaster capitalism'.   Making an analogy with mental health and torture techniques funded by the CIA in the 1950s, which purported to use electroshock therapy as a way to 'wipe the slate clean' in the minds of schizophrenic or otherwise ill patients, with a view to reconstructing them, Klein noted the way that isituations of natural or political-military disaster - New Orleans after Katrina, Chile after the Pinochet coup, Iraq after the 2003 invasion - had been viewed by the  acolytes of Milton Friedman as the perfect 'clean slate' economic-political systems where a pure and fundamentalist version of capitalism could be installed. 

We are indeed living in a moment when 'all that is solid melts into air'.   Western economies are grinding to a halt.   Western governments are putting in place purported economic supports in a manner which runs completely counter to their previously declared ideological positions - as is the case in the UK and the USA.   The very 'social contract' is under radical modification in a situation where societies are being admonished to adopt 'social distancing'.   Mrs Thatcher famously declared that 'there is no such thing as society'.  Now we are being told to put 'society' on hold - in order to defend society.

The question to be asked is: what will emerge from this?  Cui bono?   Is this a moment when society - at national and at international levels - radically re-arranges itself?

At the end of WW2, the United States emerged as the dominant power - military, economic and political.   The national territory of no other great power was similarly unscathed.   The USA accounted for 50% of economic production on the planet, in the context of the flattened economies of Europe, Russia and Japan.   If China can emerge now from the virus crisis, with C19 contained due to the power of its authoritarian state apparatus and political system, and with the other major economies in self-induced recession or even depression, it will be in a unique position in which to intervene, buy up, or otherwise manipulate large parts of the global economy.   China has been using its enormous economic power to intervene - it is suggested, benignly - all over the world in the last 20 years.  Chinese infrastructural aid has been crucial to development all over Africa in recent times - benignly, it argues, though the purchase of land in countries  like Tanzania and the development of an agricultural economy which is orientated to the Chinese market seems to suggest otherwise.  The Covid 19 moment is maybe the Chinese moment in geopolitics.

In Ireland, not only is the health system vulnerable, but the heavily service-based economy is also.   Hundreds of thousands of people have been put out of work overnight.  In the past, the social effects of recession in Ireland have been altered by the possibility of emigration.  That option simply no longer exists.  We have only a 'caretaker government' - political authority is lacking in legitimacy.   What will be the longer-term effects of this?

In my own world of university education, transformation is sharp too.   Academics already work remotely a lot of the time - the shift to teaching entirely online may not be such a huge transition.  But the after-effects of this may be worrying.  As Fintan O'Toole put it in the Irish Times a few days ago, academics are faced with a dubious choice.   If they rise to the challenge, provide an adequate or more than adequate form of pedagogy and pastoral care for their students online, surely this has a the potential to bring 'reforms' to university provision, governance, pedagogy and research of a profound kind.   If every university practices 'distance education', where teaching is a cottage industry which lecturers provide from home, will academic work be radically transvalued?   Why would a university bother any more providing facilities such as offices, seminar rooms, lecture  theatres, libraries?  If the tap of funding for Irish universities which derives from Indian and Chinese students dries up, what future for third level financing?    How will modes of university governance and accountability - already remote and top-down - mutate in conditions where actual meeting, collegiality, debate and critique are no longer physically possible?

Conor

Friday, 10 July 2020

Academic Freedom, boycott and the question of Palestine

Comrades and friends -

May I call on your patience and support to disseminate notice as widely possible - some of you are social media adepts of a kind I can never be! - of an article I published in today's Irish Times.  The essay, on academic freedom and the boycott, seeks to set out the broad themes addressed by the book recently published by myself, David Landy and Ronit Lentin, Enforcing Silence: Academic Freedom, Palestine and the Criticism of Israel

Please circulate, tweet, retweet, facebook, pass the parcel, email, snail-mail the article if you can!   Ronit, David and I would be very appreciative of your help;. 

Here is the link to the Irish Times piece:


Warm thanks go to Martin Doyle for his facilitating this article.   

Conor

Tuesday, 30 June 2020

Enforcing Silence - Rabab Abdulhadi on Mondoweiss

Comrades and friends

Over the years, in writing posts about Palestine,  I have often put up links to the excellent Mondoweiss website, which hosts very strong and intelligent commentary on the evolving situation in Palestine and Israel.   

Mondoweiss has very kindly agreed to publish Rabab Abudlhadi's brilliant Foreword to Enforcing Silence: Academic Freedom, Palestine and the Criticism of Israel (Zed Books 2020), the volume of essays which I recently published with Ronit Lentin and David Landy.   Rabab's story is a shocking one, and illustrates and  dramatizes the difficulties which radical Palestine campaigners now face.  But her story also illustrates the courage and steel displayed by one brave dissenting intellectual and stands therefore as an inspiration to us all.

Warm thanks go to Professor Rabab Abdulhadi for her writing and her example, and to Allison Deger and all at Mondoweiss for their support!




Conor

Thursday, 14 May 2020

Zionism from the Standpoint of its Critics - Academic Freedom and the Question of Palestine

'Zionism from the Standpoint of its Victims', published in 1979, stands as one of Edward Said's most powerful essays.  In about 50 pages, he marshalled literary, historical and political materials and ideas to suggest that Zionism's greatest success has been its ability to narrate its own history as one of free-standing and victimless purity.   Against this myth, Said suggested that a properly historical and secular understanding of Zionism must see it as a worldly phenomenon, and, most radically, that the  ultimate understanding of Zionism is predicated on the standpoint of its Palestinian victims.   The triumphant story of Zionism's organizing of a Jewish national movement and its winning of a national territory is revealed always already to be shadowed, hollowed and haunted by the minoritarian story of the Palestinians - colonisation, exclusion, ethnic cleansing, massacre, martial law, theft of land and water, racialisation and biopolitical domination to this day.

Most of us in the academy who seek to draw attention to this situation have not suffered and will never suffer in the manner of the Palestinian people.   Yet it is worth highlighting the efforts of dissenting intellectuals, and the formidable powers which Zionism arrays against them.   True intellectuals are a rare breed in the universities, where radical or eccentric energies are so often swallowed up by bureaucratic procedure or turned into the dogma of classroom 'politics', which has often little relationship to politics on the street.  But a volume which I helped to edit and which has just been published - Enforcing Silence: Academic Freedom, Palestine and the Criticism of Israel - gathers the efforts of a redoubtable band of university-based writers from Europe, Ireland, America and the Middle East, including Palestine itself.   The focus is on one crucial expression of the political in the zone of higher education: academic freedom and its ultimate meaning defined against the limit-case that is the boycott of Israeli universities.   

Academic self-promotion is a vulgar and unseemly phenomenon, but I won't hide my pride to have contributed to this book, and to stand alongside my brilliant fellow editors Ronit Lentin and David Landy, and all of our wonderful contributors.   Getting my copies of the book in the mail yesterday pierced the weirdly amorphous and phony combination of 'remote teaching' and unstructured time in which some of us now live, and reminded me that there are real stakes in what we do, and that there are always real battles worth fighting. 

Conor

Enforcing Silence


Enforcing Silence

Academic Freedom, Palestine and the Criticism of Israel

Edited by David Landy, Ronit Lentin, and Conor McCarthy

Situates the academic boycott of Israel in the broader context of academic freedom


Academic freedom is under siege, as our universities become the sites of increasingly fraught battles over freedom of speech. While much of the public debate has focussed on ‘no platforming’ by students, this overlooks the far graver threat posed by concerted efforts to silence the critical voices of both academics and students, through the use of bureaucracy, legal threats and online harassment. Such tactics have conspicuously been used, with particularly virulent effect, in an attempt to silence academic criticism of Israel.
This collection uses the controversies surrounding the Israeli-Palestinian conflict as a means of exploring the limits placed on academic freedom in a variety of different national contexts. It looks at how the increased neoliberalisation of higher education has shaped the current climate, and considers how academics and their universities should respond to these new threats. Bringing together new and established scholars from Palestine and the wider Middle East as well as the US and Europe, Enforcing Silence shows us how we can and must defend our universities as places for critical thinking and free expression.

Monday, 9 March 2020

Red Rosa For Me




Wednesday is my birthday.   March 4 was the birthday of Rosa Luxemburg.   From the ridiculous to the sublime!    The day after International Women's Day, and in the light of the globalized-liberal takeover of that annual day of celebration, I post here some work on or by Red Rosa, one of the greatest Marxist leaders we never really had.

First, Rosa Luxemburg hereself - an extract, from the Verso site, of her 1906 essay 'Critique in the Workers' Movement', published now for the first time:


"Absolute freedom of critique and discussion lies at the heart of the interests of the workers’ movement, and it must be pursued at all costs."


And now from Jacobin:


Ines Schwerdtner

One, Two, Many Rosa Luxemburgs

Kaye Cain-Nielsen


Rosa’s Mail

Conor

Sunday, 8 March 2020

Plagues On Our Houses - and Resistance!

Yet again, I have not posted for a long time.   The bliss of Paris in early September seems well past now, alas, as work difficulties, an epic trip to India, and now things like Coronavirus swamp my vision.

I have never used 'social media' - I am not on Facebook, I don't use Twitter or Instagram. I do not possess a mobile phone let alone a smartphone, so wonders such as WhatsApp or Tinder are alien to me.   Yes yes yes darlings, I know what you're thinking.

Some of my friends think that my refusal to get a 'phone' (i.e. a mobile) is a function of some particular narcissism or arrogance on my part.   Some good friends think this!   God  help me.   But they're wrong.   I am a bit intimidated by phones.  I enjoy not being accessible ALL the time.  I am glad not to have yet another thing to be addicted to (such as email or the web or (mostly) bad radio). I am very glad not to be one of the idiots - sorry but they are - who spend all their time staring at a small screen: not looking at what happens on the street, not looking out of the window when travelling by bus or train, peeking furtively down into their laps (what else might be there??  The commuter mind boggles) when driving or sitting in traffic jams.  No, I am not one of them.  I hope I never will be.

But I would like this blog to have more readers than it does.   I certainly am that self-involved.  I've thought, very slowly (over a year) of using Twitter to advertise the blog.  Apparently I could set up a Twitter account without having to have a phone.  But my sense is - someone correct me? - that the efficacy of my use of Twitter would depend in large measure on my willingness to tweet or twit or whatever the hell it is the maunderings and online effluvia of other people.   Sartre said that Hell was 'other  people'.  He was right.  So there would be no way for me to use Twitter without getting thoroughly ensnared in the concomitant morass of rubbish, self-congratulation and non-information which seems overwhelmingly to make up its 'content'. 

So I don't want to do that. 

But I do want to go on writing. 

Chewing over the Twitter possibility has certainly dampened my enthusiasm for posting.   But I need to move on.  Richard Seymour, well-known for a recent book on Jeremy Corbyn, a deserved hatchet-job on Christopher Hitchens, and the blog Lenin's Tomb, has published a new book entitled The Twittering Machine, which is a brilliant critique of the workings and anti-social effects of 'social media'.   Here is an earlier rehearsal of his thesis:

Smash the Twittering machine



More positively, this evening I wish to mark International Women's Day.   So here are some things to read and think about, more interesting and in the end more important than our current fever of panic-purchase of baked beans and toilet paper.

A battery of pieces from the Verso site:



10 books to read on International Women's Day


Wednesday, 11 September 2019

Reading and Walking in Paris - The incomparable Eric Hazan




Over the last several days, I've been spending much more time in the Latin Quarter of Paris than I normally do.   The Latin Quarter is still - much, though not all of it - beautiful, but its beauty has at times the character of a great museum.  This is hardly an original statement, and it's not a unique condition.  Very many cities, not only mighty world cities like Paris or New York, but smaller European cities such as Edinburgh, Amsterdam, Barcelona and Dublin are getting 1) museumified; 2) ever-more privatised; 3) corporatised.   All of these cities seem to have crises of liveability.   A great many of the friends I made in New York in the 1990s (and this process was well underway back then) can no longer afford to live in the city, unless they are lucky enough to have an apartment in a rent-controlled building or to have inherited or otherwise acquired property.  But the same is the case in Dublin, a city about a tenth of the size of New York or at least of the NYC-Philadelphia conurbation, the largest in America.   No young person, no young professional unless getting the most extreme income from one of the American internet multinationals which now dominate parts of Dublin (Facebook, Apple, Google, AirB&B) can afford to buy or to rent acceptable accommodation in the city.  Arts venues are getting crowded out by extreme rents - the Bernard Shaw pub on South Richmond Street is only the latest victim of a process where it's more interesting for a developer or landlord to construct yet another hotel in the city, rather than keep a vibrant music venue.  Any idea of the commons or the public good - never much protected in Ireland in the last several decades - is increasingly eroded or hollowed out in this process.   The city as the space, home, domain of its citizens to live, love, create, deliberate and make the new collectively (as against merely to work) is gradually ceasing to exist.

The reason I have been much around the Latin Quarter in recent days is because, first alone but with a peerless textual companion and comrade, and then, second, yesterday with a walking tour, I've been exploring revolutionary Paris i.e. the locales of the great Revolution of 1789.  As Eric Hazan says, it's harder and harder to find the traces of the world of Robespierre, Danton and Marat, of the sans-culottes and of the battles, debates, movements that shook France and then the world in those wild, aggressive, heady and sublime years.   The Cour du Commerce where revolutionaries met and debated is now blanketed in swathes of restaurants and other eateries.  Danton has his statue (and cinemas and cafés that bear his name), but it's all surrounded by the noise of traffic and the insistence of advertising simulacra.  The Cordeliers meeting hall is now part of a university precint.  Most piquant, or even embarrassing, for me: the house where the young Bonaparte lived, on Rue Saint-Severin, before he commanded part of the defence of the Convention, is now an 'Irish pub', that most ubiquitous, ugly and vulgar manifestation of the globalization of 'Irishness'.  It's like finding that James Connolly's birthplace in Edinburgh is now a nightclub, or anticipating what the Irish government will eventually permit on the site of Moore Street, where the final desperate firefights of the Easter Rising took place.

Paris has no better chronicler, I'd be confident to wager, of this constant and usually losing battle between a living and humane history and way of urban living, and that deadly combination of 'heritage' and privatisation described above, than Eric Hazan, an extraordinary combination of writer, publisher, activist, intellectual, historian, political thinker and sheer inspiration.   Hazan, who lived and worked the first several decades of his adult life as a cardiac surgeon, first came into my line of vision when Verso translated and published his wonderful L'Invention de ParisThe Invention of Paris came out in 2011.  I began reading it shortly thereafter, probably in 2012 or 2013, most particularly when in Paris, and I have been a devotee of it ever since.   Paris must be one of the most written-about cities in the world, and I make no claim to having read the smallest fraction of that vast literature.  But I cannot believe that much of it can offer the same mix of relentless erudition, salty trenchancy, poetic vision, Marxist subtlety and utopian intransigence which this book does.  It is a vast repository not only of descriptions of the city, radiating outward from the ancient core, springing outwards with each of the new city walls or defensive systems, right up to the Périphérique; but also of knowledge and quotation (literary, political, historical, cartographic, phenomenological, psychological) of the city.  It is an exceptional joy to read.  Opening the book again after a few months (I now have three copies), I find myself smiling for sheer pleasure: not just because I sympathise with Hazan's politics, but for the way he mixes a deep historical knowledge of his city with the most formidable sense of the battlefield that Paris has long been and is now.   Here is a small selection, both from the man himself, and from a handful of the writers to whom he likes to refer.


Camille Desmoulins, at the Palais-Royal, July 13, 1789, in the Café de Foy:

It was half past two, and I had gauged the mood of the people.  My anger against the despots had turned to despair.  I could not see any groups ready for an uprising, however strongly affected they were.  Three young men, standing hand in hand, struck me as inspired by a more resolute courage.  I could see that they had come to the Palais-Royal with the same intention as myself.  A number of passive citizens followed them.  'Messieurs', I said, 'here is the beginning of a civic force: one of us must take the initiative and stand on a table to harangue the people'.  'Get up, then'.  I agreed.  Rather than climbing, I was immediately hoisted up on the table.  Right away I found myself surrounded by an immense crowd.  Here is my speech, which I shall never forget: 'Citizens, there is not a moment to lose.  I have come from Versailles.  Necker has been dismissed.  His dismissal is the signal for a St Bartholomew's Night of patriots.  This evening, the Swiss and German battalions will come out of the Champ-du-Mars to massacre us.  Just one single recourse remains, to seize arms and choose a rosette by which to recognise one another'.

Gérard de Nerval, remembering the 1830s in his Petits Châteaux de Bôheme:

It was in our common lodgings in Rue du Doyenné that we came to recognise one another as brothers ...  in a corner of the old Louvre de Médicis, very close to the spot where the former Hotel de Rambouillet stood ... Good old Rogier would smile into his beard, from the top of a ladder, where he was painting on one of the three mirror frames a Neptune - who looked like himself!  Then the two swing doors opened abruptly: it was Théophile [Gautier].  We hurried to offer him a Louis XIII armchair, and he read in his turn his first verses, while Cydalise I, or Lorry, or Victorine, swung nonchalantly in blonde Sarah's hammock, stretched across the enormous salon ... What happy days!  We gave balls, suppers, costumed parties ... We were young, always gay, and often rich ... But now I come to the sad note: our palace was demolished.   I rummaged through its debris last autumn.  Even the ruins of the chapel [of the Doyenné, which was part of Saint-Thomas-du-Louvre], which so gracefully stood out against the green of the trees ... were not respected.  Around that time, I found myself, rich enough to buy back from the demolishers two lots of woodwork from the salon, painted by our friends.  I have the two Nanteuil architraves; Vattier's signed Watteau, Corot's two long panels representing Provençal landscapes; Châttilon's Red Monk, reading the Bible on the curved haunches of a naked sleeping woman; Chassériau's Bacchantes, who have tigers on a leash like dogs ... As for the Renaissance bed, the Médicis dresser, the two sideboards, the Ribera, the tapestries of the Four Elements, all that was scattered a long time ago.  'Where did you lose so many fine things?' Balzac asked me one day. - 'In misfortune', I replied, citing one of his favourite phrases.

Hazan himself, on the fate of the Place Vendôme:

The Place Vendôme, for its part, has been endowed by the architects in charge of public buildings and national palaces with an indescribable paving scattered with sheets of brushed steel, and bunker entrances to its underground carpark.  The chauffeurs dusting their limousines outside Cartier, the Ritz, or Credit Foncier wear dark suits and dark glasses, and have the appearance of bodyguards.  Whenever I pass that way, I think fondly of the National Guards, canteen-women, Gavroches, armed civilians and gunners at their posts, posing in groups for the photographer in front of the debris of the column in May 1871.

Heinrich Heine, on the Paris Bourse, in his French Affairs: Letters from Paris (1832):

I vex myself every time I enter the Bourse, the beautiful edifice of marble, built in the noblest Greek style, and consecrated to the most contemptible business - to swindling in the public funds ... Here, in the vast space of the high-arched hall, here it is that the swindlers, with all their repulsive faces and disagreeable screams, sweep here and there, like the tossing of a sea of egoistic greed, and where, amid the wild billows of human beings, the great bankers dart up, snapping and devouring like sharks, one monster preying on another ...




Conor