Friday 12 May 2017

Building A Revolutionary Anarchism.


      In 2008 capitalism staggered, convulsed and retched, mass movements sprang up, and there seemed an opportunity to bring about its demise. However, here we are in 2017 and the beast is still alive, still decimating the lives of millions by means of exploitation, poverty and wars, and still plundering the planet to destruction. 2008 now looks like a missed opportunity, perhaps it was, but no doubt, the nature of capitalism being what it is, it will produce more opportunities as it goes through regular staggering, convulsions and retching. Anarchists should learn from the failure of 2008 and be prepared for when the beast again lurches into its next inbuilt, inevitable convulsion. 
 
         On the matter of the missed opportunities of 2008, and learning from them you could do worse than reading Colin O’Malley’s book, Building a Revolutionary Anarchism from Zabalaza Books. You can download it for free as a PDF HERE: 
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Wednesday 10 May 2017

Plundering The Common Goods.


         Once again our local councils play fast and loose with our property. East Dunbartonshire council has decided to sell another part of our heritage, Thomas Muir’s Huntershill House, Thomas Muir was Scottish radical, world known, from the 1700’s. Apart from its historical value, this is a large house, B listed, it is in a poor state of repair, probably deliberately by the council’s neglect. It stands in a considerable piece of land, and what is more, the house and land is Common Goods Property. As far as I am aware it has been sold for £147,000, house and grounds. This in an area where houses sitting in land less than half the size of this plot sell for more than £250,000. No doubt the developer will be rubbing their hands with glee, as they make their way to the bank with the proceeds of their windfall, courtesy of the East Dunbartonshire Council.
 Thomas Muir's House at Huntershill.


            At a meeting of the council’s Development and Regeneration Committee in January, it was agreed to sell Huntershill House and its immediate surrounding land to Brian Thomas Gray (trading as “E & R Properties”) for redevelopment as a care home and relative offices.
          In a letter to Thomas Dibble, secretary of Bishopbriggs Community Council, EDC’s legal department wrote: “As the council considers this property to form part of the Bishopbriggs Common Good, a petition has been raised at Glasgow Sheriff Court to seek the court’s permission to proceed with the sale - as is required in terms of Section 75(2) of the Local Government (Scotland) Act 1973.”
           Members of the public have 21 days to raise an objection to the plan and the court hearing has been set for 
Friday, March 13. Thomas Glen, East Dunbartonshire Council’s director of development and regeneration, said: “East Dunbartonshire Council’s Development and Regeneration Committee agreed at a meeting on January 28 to progress with the sale of Huntershill House and associated land.
        Read more at: http://www.kirkintilloch-herald.co.uk/news/muir-s-house-to-be-care-home-1-3687573

Applicant
Mr Brian Gray
E&R Property Company Ltd
4 Eaglesham Road
Clarkston
Glasgow
Scotland
G76 7BT

Agent
Deborah Lauder
Oakshaw Architectural Design Ltd
Flat 9 Oakshaw Court
62 Oakshaw Street West
Paisley
United Kingdom
PA1 2DE

Case Officer East Dunbartonshire Council
Max Wilson
0141 578 8637
Historic Scotland Louisa Humm

Planning report:
http://planning.eastdunbarton.gov.uk/online-applications/files/4E158103E93855AB1660346EBD956EAB/pdf/TP_ED_16_0444-REPORT_OF_HANDLING-253773.pdf

     Heritage appraisal did not take into account the radical history element. Stasia comment.

http://planning.eastdunbarton.gov.uk/online-applications/files/1E9BBA74C09ED801EE74E9103546D67E/pdf/TP_ED_16_0444-PL15_-_HERITAGE_APPRAISAL-243661.pdf
 
http://planning.eastdunbarton.gov.uk/online-applications/files/265ED369CEFD68C78A885B2CAF376E39/pdf/TP_ED_16_0444-PL14_DESIGN_STATEMENT-243542.pdf
The link to these documents now state, "documents not available".
Here is a live link:


Then the following pathways:
Planning applications
Planning Applications Search
Planning Applications Search in red text
Enter Keyword - Huntershill
Planning Application TP/ED/16/0444- Application Summary
17 Documents with this application
PL15 Preliminary Heritage Appraisal

and check out Design Statement.
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Visiting An Old Acquaintance.

 
        Yesterday, Tuesday, I decided to take the bike round, what used to be a favourite area of mine for the bike and hill walking, Callander. It was another beautiful day, what a pleasure cycling in a short sleeved shirt, a rare occurrence in Scotland. One summer, back in the days when I called myself a cyclist, I done the same run every Sunday for the entire season. It was a beautiful run, starting at my front door in the north of Glasgow, I would head for Lennoxtown, then up the Crow Road over the Campsies to Fintry. From there you climb past what cyclist used to call "th' tap o'th wurld" (The top of the world), though it wasn't, for you are still climbing up to Kippen. From there you get a magnificent run downhill, then a few miles of flat road over what I believe is part of Flanders Moss. This flat leads to another climb up to Thornhill, from there you start another set of undulating hills, but it is ever upwards. Eventually you reach the top and then its flying down all the way to a lovely flat stretch as you head into Callander. Usually it was something to eat in Pipps Tearoom in Ancaster Square, before heading home via a different route.
         Homeward bound would be from Callander over the Breas of Greenock, nowhere near Greenock, it is quite a climb, and then a run down past the Lake of Menteith, to the Aberfoyle road (one year when I was a young man the Lake froze over for months, and at the weekends we would skate on it, skating out to the island). From there it would be Ward Toll, Ballat Toll, Glengoyne, famed for its whisky as much as its beauty, and then the climb out of the Blane Valley to Strathblane. It was now the home stretch via Lennoxtown and a shower and a bite to eat at home. 

 Ancaster Square Callander.

Main Street Callander.
 
       On yesterday's shorter run I visited Callander, and then followed the road towards Strathyre, before retracing my route and then turning off to go along the shore of Loch Venachar, stopping at the tearoom beautifully situated on the shore of the loch. Sitting and sipping tea looking out over the loch feeling at peace with the world, (not a frequent experience) before heading back to Callander.
 Looking across Loch Venachar from lochside tearoom.
  
 Looking up Loch Venachar towards Ben Lomond.

    Sadly they are now talking about the weather changing, I suppose we should expect that, after all, this is Scotland, ever changing weather is what we have. 
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Tuesday 9 May 2017

What If World Capitalism Collapsed Tomorrow??


         Any rational observer of the world today is aware that capitalism is the dominant force, and it is a destructive force. Its only aim is growth, growth in the power of the corporate world. There is no future for humanity if the capitalist system is allowed to continue its relentless drive for ever more wealth and power to the lords and masters of the system. Capitalism has no compassion, no country, its policy of wars for power and resources creates a sea of deprivation, and in that sea swims all manner of misery and debauchery where the deluded and the desperate feed of each other in a desperate struggle for survival, compassion and humanity are constantly stained with the blood of the poor. Today we are witnessing raw, brutal capitalism in all its savagery. If we agree that the present economic system of capitalism must be destroyed, how do we save humanity, in its collapse, how do we shape the new world and guarantee its healthy birth, how do we stop the old malignant malaise from being re-born?
 FIRST REVOLUTIONARY MEASURES - Eric Hazan & Kamo (2013)

        We have witnessed a beginning, the birth of a new age of revolt and upheaval. In North Africa and the Middle East it took the people a matter of days to topple what were supposedly entrenched regimes. Now, to the west, multiple crises are etching away at a ‘democratic consensus’ that has, since the 1970s, plagued and suppressed any sparks of revolutionary potential.
         But what is to be done in the aftermath of a regime’s demise? How do we prevent any power from restoring itself? How do we create the irreversible? How do we reorganize society without a central authority? How do we survive? Neither a leadership reshuffle, in the guise of constitutional process, nor a transition period between a capitalist social order and a communist horizon will do.

        Full book in zine form, with revisions by IWE. We think it’s a good moment to return to this text with fresh eyes. It offers a helpful frame for re-launching strategic discussions in a time of widespread political disaffection.

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Monday 8 May 2017

Food For Thought!!

      Most rational people agree that we humans have had a tremendous impact on our home, the planet on which we live. Most would also agree, that impact has done tremendous damage, and the damage is on going. At what point is the damage non-repairable? 

      What if scientists are right and the planet's systems really are under threat of collapse, or are already in a state of collapse? What if humans were the major cause of that?
      Based on an evaluation of more than 1,000 previous studies, a new meta-review by an international group of 18 scientists suggests the Earth is perilously close to a tipping point where resource consumption, ecosystem degradation, climate change, biodiversity loss and population growth will trigger massive changes in the biosphere. 

How would one live if this were true?
     Would we continue with the economic system that is the root cause of all this damage, and continue to devour ourselves into extinction, or would we start to dismantle this system and structure our communities and society in a sustainable fashion, creating a system of co-operation rather than competition, seeing to our needs, and not the self-centred desires of the greedy? At what point will we make that decision? Now, or when it is already too late?
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Sunday 7 May 2017

Two In A Row.

        What a glorious weekend, difficult to believe, several days with glorious sunshine, and this is Scotland. We have to grab it when it happens. So Saturday saw my first run up the Loch this season, (Loch Lomond), the sad thing about a beautiful sunny weekend in Scotland, everybody else also grabs it. So everybody and their grandmother, jumped into their cars and also headed up the Loch. Massive tailbacks and slow moving monster queues, then endless convoys of speeding vehicles doing 60-70mph and in some case, more. Never the less, it was a great run, up through Tarbet, round to Arrochar and stopped at the head of Loch Long. Loch Long is an sea loch, the other end opens out to the Firth of Clyde, so it is tidal and you get the salt air smell as you pass. The sad bit about it that taints its beautiful vista, it was for years a torpedo testing range. These photos were taken at low tide, so you see the long flat beach covered in different colours of seaweed.
       In this other photo you can just see the craggy Cobbler showing is jagged top. A favourite for climbers and walkers alike. In my younger days I spent many an afternoon admiring the magnificent view from the top. Most people start the ascent from the side of Loch Long but you can start at the other side from a small car park at the start of the "Rest-and-be-thankful". having done it both ways, I can vouch for it being equally beautiful from either point.
       Being an old wrinkly, I no longer do two runs on two consecutive days, I usually like a wee break in between.  However, Sunday being as beautiful a day as Saturday, I decided to head up my familiar territory, the Campsie area. Fate was not kind to me, arriving at the Clachan of Campsie tearoom, I was greeted with a notice which read, "Closed until May 15th." so no soup. My partner Stasia arrived at the tearoom by a different route, both eager for that plate of soup we decide to go back the way to Lennoxtown, to the café Barga, only to be greeted by the words, "we're shut". Only in Scotland would a café close its doors in early afternoon on a sunny weekend. So it was home without the obligatory plate of soup. Never the less, a couple of great days.
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Friday 5 May 2017

Police Violence, The Bedrock Of A Fascist State.

          The May Day riots in France have a more sinister undertone than just police beating up "hoodies" and intimidating people so as to prevent further protests. The police in France like those in Greece, and probably elsewhere, practically vote en-mass for the far right. This is the foundation of a police state, the bedrock for a fascist establishment, irrespective of how you vote.

       Those who fear the election of Marine Le Pen must understand that the French police are already carrying out an effectively fascist program. Not only do the majority of policemen admit to voting for the extreme right, but the state is already employing them to implement totalitarian conditions. Migrants and refugees can tell a lot about this.
       In this two-week interval between the two rounds of the election, it is becoming clear that the real seizure of power is not taking place through the election, but at its borders, more or less concealed, in the increasing autonomy of the police force. In our last report, we explored the ways that extending the state of emergency has both paved the way for the police state and rendered it invisible. Since the arrival of Le Pen in the second round of the elections, we see the police behaving as if she had already won the election.
      Here in the UK we are having a slowly-slowly approach to arming the police, a policy that will accelerate as protests and unrest increases. After all, do you need armed police to tackle 99% of the crime in this country? They are there to control civil unrest, which the establishment see on the horizon, as their policies start to inflict ever more misery on the population.
     The swing to the far right is not just in those countries "over there", it is here, and across Europe and elsewhere. Prepare to sentence future generations to the harshness and divisiveness of an ever increasing right-wing establishment, or organise to resist this cancer that is eating our society. At the heart of this march of authoritarianism is capitalism, a capitalism that has the state apparatus in its pocket, and uses it to implement its desired policies, of increased profit at the expense of the people. This will not end when their coffers are over flowing, as they are at the moment, their greed is insatiable. They will continue to plunder the planet and decimate its population to the point of total destruction. They need an authoritarian state to protect them as they drag us to that destruction. Only we the ordinary people, can stop this death march, those in power are blinded by their avarice.  
        The evening of the first vote was the occasion of an anarchist-organized call to gather at the Place de la Bastille for a “Night of Barricades.” Dozens of people were wounded by police that evening, humiliated, undressed in the street. Journalists were beaten up with their own cameras.
      Two days later, statutory refugees (who are officially supposed to benefit from “state protection”) were expelled from their homes and thrown into the streets by police, for no reason, out of pure racism. The next day, a friend’s squat was attacked by the police. Our comrades were tackled to the ground with a Flash-ball on the temple. One of our friends was subjected to sexual assault in the car that took her to the police station. Coincidence or not, a few days prior, that squat had hosted a projection of videos we have made in Paris over the past few months documenting police violence against migrants.
       All this is further evidence, should more evidence be necessary, that fighting against the extreme right means fighting against the State. It is something we must make a daily practice.

        The police violence was some of the worst seen in Paris recently. and is a policy that is being refined to intimidate people from any form of protest. After all all those armed to the teeth police didn't just materialise out of nowhere, they are recruited, armed and trained in establishments all over the country and are paid for by the public. They same is going on here.

        In response, some people throw stones. Fireworks too. Some Molotov cocktails. The police pushed us relentlessly towards the Place de la Bastille, shooting at us without pause. Once there, they formed a trap at the foot of the steps of the Opera Bastille with perhaps two hundred people inside it. For those people, it turned into a scene of tragedy worthy of The Battleship Potemkin. The police pushed people on the steps while soaking them in tear gas. We could see nothing, there was no place to escape, people crashed against the steps, jostling and falling on top of each other like in the Odessa Steps Sequence.
         Fortunately, we were not in this group. The police pushed us onto Avenue Daumesnil, then Boulevard Diderot.
Picture yourself in this scene. Tear gas grenades are exploding incessantly. Sometimes you think you can escape by a street, so you run there—in any case, you have no choice, because you need to breathe—but the police are waiting for you on every street. As soon as you pass the street corner, they kettle you in, shooting concussion grenades into the middle of the crowd, knowing perfectly well that there is no space to avoid them.
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Thursday 4 May 2017

Red And Black Song Club.

        There's a new voice in town, at the moment I believe it is just a whisper, but has the potential to become a roar. When I say  a "new voice", well really it's an old voice, it's a voice of struggle, a voice of people's desire for freedom and equality, a desire for justice. It is in fact the Red and Black Song Club, they will be trying to fill your hearts with tales of past struggles, with hope, with solidarity and camaraderie. So pop along and have a listen, or better still, lend your voice, join in.
      You'll find them every, 1st. and 3rd. Thursday of the month, at 7pm. in the Glasgow Autonomous Space, Kilbirnie Street, (near West Street subway).
         The Red and Black Song Club is exactly what it sounds like- a song club for the radical left. We meet up on the 1st and 3rd Thursday of every month to sing, celebrate and keep alive radical left-wing music from the past and present.
       You don't need any musical experience- just a love of radical songs of working class struggle, anti-fascism and solidarity.
        Other musical instruments are more than welcome too!


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The Divieded Self.

 
          I retired some 24 years ago, but I still bear the scars of years of pointless tasks being foisted on me by single minded authority. I lived those two lives for years, the dead world of employment and the living world after of work. The one world where I must perform in a particular laid down manner, and the world where I had choices, some what limited by the system, but choices, to dream, to mix with who I choose, to move alone, and at my pace. Living in two diametrically opposed worlds, is destructive and saps your energy, destroys dreams, stunts creativity, and breeds alienation. When will we enter the healing process? When our tasks will be for the benefit of ourselves and our community, creating that better world for all, one in which we choose the direction, we choose the shape of that world, where we mutually agree to see to the needs of all our people. When do we leave alienation and the divided self behind us, and return to a whole being, to being human?
 This from Running Wild:

A MEMO FROM THE OFFICE
(Contributed by another comrade in So-Called Australia)
Jobs Destroy Our Dreams
         When I’m not at work I study the world. I read news articles and books, I listen to podcasts and I write my own articles and reflections. I practice music and I share music. I exercise and I go outside. I volunteer and try to help build a different world with other people. I dream of new possibilities for everybody and for myself.
      When I go to work, I stop dreaming. I think about what I’m wearing and whether it’s appropriate, I worry about my hair and the paint stains on my shoes, I hide who I am and make small-talk. I become somebody else and find energy in this adopted personality so I can comfortably call strangers and convince them to buy expensive tickets. I spend hours doing something that doesn’t interest me and that I don’t care about.
       I do this because I need to pay for rent, food and transport and other bills like electricity, internet and phone credit. I also do it so I can save money to travel and so I can have drinks with friends now and then. It’s not like I’m in financial hardship, I am far from it. But I do need to work for my “daily bread”.
Jobs Define Us
      We live in a society where the question asked when meeting new people is often “What do you do?” For some reason, the answer “I work part-time as a telemarketer” is the fitting answer while “I’m a musician and an anarchist” never comes to my mind, even though these are the things I devote most of my time, energy and spirit to. We are first of all summarised by the thing we do that pays our bills, the thing we do that stops us dreaming.
       This pressure feeds into a desire to build a career we are proud of, to fight for the best jobs, to compete with our neighbours and friends. Our means of survival becomes our personality and our definition. Eventually we build a pride around selling our time and skills to build somebody else’s dreams and somebody else’s profits.
Jobs Disempower Us
       Office workplaces like mine are usually very hierarchical spaces, with a series of big bosses and little bosses and little branches of workers bundled in between them. In my workplace, my co-workers and I are at the bottom rung of the ladder. When a change is made that affects the way we do our jobs or the way we interact with and in our workplace, it’s because suggestions and decisions for improvement of the company overall have filtered down this chain, finally splashing us in the face with a new rule or system to follow. Often these decisions do not actually offer the best solutions, but the workers who understand their jobs best of all are rarely included in discussions about these roles and changes.
The Modern Office
       When I first started getting involved in anarchist groups there was a lot of talk about workplace organising, especially when May Day came around. The classic union movements of workers striking, walking off the job united, holding meetings and giving a voice to all seemed so impossibly far from reach in the modern office I work in. My workplace is so intricately divided up into departments and sub-departments, we rarely talk to others outside the team of telemarketers and they barely even look at us. How could the people occupying this office on weekdays ever walk off the job together? How could they ever be united when they are, by design, so divided and so competitive?
      The unification of the workplace is one thing, the other is the absence of very tangible or urgent issues within the workplace. We aren’t having our workmates killed when forced to fix a roof without safety gear, we aren’t being paid less than a living wage or being denied sick leave (well… we telemarketers, as casual labour, are!)
      What is suffered in office jobs seems to be a much more subtle, slow-working pain. Whether it is boredom from doing tasks that are disconnected from our passions or that are controlled and managed in a way that doesn’t suit our individual pace or processes; or stress from unmanageable workloads, the requirements to dress and behave a certain way at work or the simple reality of working under bosses with limited job security.
       In various ways these jobs eat away at our minds and souls while we feel it’s impossible to complain when our conditions are so seemingly good, with modern offices, well-mannered colleagues and occasional perks like social clubs and company drinks.
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Wednesday 3 May 2017

Has Summer Arrived???

        Well, well, whatever happened to our weather, blue skies and 16 degrees, pity about the 16mph wind. The sun made me think of Aberfoyle, so that's where I headed, it is an easier ride home that it is on the outward journey, more long incline drags, as you gain height to about Ward Toll, then you get some nice runs down towards Aberfoyle. So naturally that 16mph wind was in my face on the run out, but gave me a wee push back home on the easier stretch. Still a wonderful afternoon. The sun brought out all manner of cyclists in all shapes and sizes of bikes, but the Lycra clad brigade in their light weight bikes, out numbered the rest. I now accept that they will pass me at regular intervals, usually with a "Hi" as they with their young legs and lungs zip along the road.
       Last year after a run that was meant to end in Aberfolye, but was foiled, I posted about the pipes that run from Loch Katrine to supply Glasgow with its fresh water, and how the road at Ballot Toll  was closed, as where the pipes cross the road at that point, there seemed to be problem, as it was all supported by steel columns across the road. Well it seems that it is still a problem, though the road is open in a controlled single line traffic arrangement, with height restrictions on vehicles, the pipes still look in a precarious condition. Perhaps the fresh water supply to a major city is not a priority.
        Liz MacGregor's is a pleasant watering hole when visiting Aberfoyle. Good soup, nice cakes and not expensive.
        The might River Forth that ends up entering the North Sea on the east coast at Edinburgh, starts its life in these parts. Here it is, just a little river, as it winds its way through Aberfolye. 
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Tuesday 2 May 2017

Photos On The Green.

          I said there would be a few more photos of the May Day Picnic on The Green, well here they are. Thanks to all the friends, and comrades for all their very positive feed back, lets hope we can keep up the connections and build some positive events.
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The Magic Of May Day.


          Did you experience it? The magic of May Day, a day that can shape our world, a day when our dreams can take root, a day when we are swayed by that inner feeling of humanity and a burning desire to destroy all that taints and poisons that humanity, a day of love and fire.
      The following is an article from Gods And Radicals, by Rhyd Wildermuth.
        ------ We are not the first to hold aloft the standard of the land and the people against the soldiers of Profit and Oppression, only another front in the struggle enjoined everywhere on the earth. Holding in our hands the threads of anarchist, Marxist, anti-colonialist, druidic, feminist, occult, environmentalist, and esoteric thought, we began a dance around a center constantly plaiting, constantly weaving in fierce celebration of all that makes the world beautiful and all that we refuse to let be taken from us.
      The forests are dying, but we join those who refuse to let them be killed. Water and air are being poisoned, but we hold in our own hands poison which can stop those who have done so. The poor and dispossessed of the world are ground in the works of Empire’s machines, but like the saboteurs of old we know how simple it can be to stop those gears from turning forever.
      We know the power of mead and molotov, the beauty of ancient forest and shattered window, the sacred celebration of spiral dance and protest march. We speak in the quiet whispers of conspiracy and graveyard, swim in the currents of tumultuous ocean and political dissent, read the future in the bones of animals and the pale faces of politicians.
       We know our human and non-human comrades die daily on the bloody altars of finance and war, and we also know we are no comrades to them at all if we do not rise up with sharpened blades and whetted minds against the priest and police who preside over such foul sacrifice.
       It is the first of May. Beltane to some, a day a resistance to others, and both to us.
       May the scent of hawthorne blossom and tear gas be the incense we offer to the earth, the laughter of children around maypoles and the chants against police be the melodies which wake the summer, may the light from burning bonfires and barricades greet the strengthening sun, and may this be the Beltane upon which we look back and smile, remembering what new world we woke with our endless dance. 
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