Meet The New Boss: Jacinda does need to put herself at the head of a revolutionary throng. Not one bearing rifles or waving little red books of dogma, but at the head of a movement determined to re-order this country’s economic and social priorities That such a re-ordering has become a matter of urgent necessity is self-evident to all but the greedy and the cruel.
“I THINK THIS BEATLES SONG sums it up”, commented Darth
Smith, below a link to the Fab Four’s 1968 classic “Revolution”. Almost
immediately, Darth’s homage to Jacindamania was countered by Iain Mclean who
linked The Daily Blog’s readers to that revolutionary cold shower, The Who’s
“Don’t Get Fooled Again”. Then it was John Minto’s turn to post on Labour’s
leadership change. Fair to say, this was much more in the spirit of The Who’s
“meet the new boss – same as the old boss” than Lennon and McCartney’s “you say
you got a real solution”.
Meanwhile, 13,000 kilometres away in Caracas, Venezuela, the
world is being treated to yet another example of what happens when “socialism”
takes precedence over “democracy” in the playing out of Democratic Socialism.
As the world watches the conflict unfold on the streets of Caracas, its
understanding of the word “socialism” – never very strong – is further
distorted by the wild scenes of anarchic violence coming at them through their
television screens.
“But the people of Venezuela are only fighting back against
the organised (and US-backed) resistance of their ruling class!” Yes, that is
what the John Mintos of this world would say – and, in part, they would be
right.
But it is equally true to say that, after years of economic
mismanagement, the slum-dwelling poor who formed the backbone of Hugo Chavez’s
Bolivarian Revolution, have had enough. Rampant inflation, shortages of basic
household necessities, and an horrific escalation in violent criminal behaviour
have lent credence to the right-wing opposition’s charge that the Revolution
has failed.
They watch the Bolivarian government of President Maduro
traduce their nation’s constitution – the key clauses of which Chavez caused to
be printed on the packaging of everyday items so that even the poorest citizens
would know and understand their democratic rights – and they are forced to
acknowledge that the bruised and bloodied middle-class protesters on the
streets of Caracas bear a strong resemblance to their younger selves of 15
years ago.
“Meet the new boss – same as the old boss.” Indeed.
Which is why I believe Darth Smith is right when he hints
that the Beatle’s “Revolution” should be Jacinda’s unofficial campaign
theme-song. Not only for the way in which the music drags left-wing politics on
to the dancefloor and forces it to embrace the wild carnival expectations of
its emancipatory rhetoric, but also because of the hard-nosed, working-class
realism of Lennon’s lyrics.
Revolution according to Lennon - not Lenin.
“You say you want a revolution”, sneers Lennon, “we’d all
love to see the plan”. No fool, Lennon understood that the social upheaval
produced by revolutionary action always comes at a cost to real,
flesh-and-blood human-beings. If that’s what you’re suggesting, he says, then
you’d better have a very clear idea of how greatly the benefits of your
revolution are going to exceed its inevitable price.
Nowhere in the song is Lennon’s disdain for the dilettantism
of 1968’s student revolutionaries more pronounced than when he delivers the
lines: “But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao/ You ain’t going to
make it with anyone anyhow.”
Lennon was pilloried in the left-wing press for his
unequivocal declaration: “But when you talk about destruction/Don’t you know
that you can count me out”. The New Left Review called it “a lamentable
petit-bourgeois cry of fear”. But Lennon’s artistic eye and ear understood what
the revolutionary intelligentsia did not. That their revolution: the revolution
of armed workers parading through the streets, a la Petrograd 1917; or of Mao’s
murderous Red Guards shaking their Little Red Books in the faces of their
terrified elders; was not what revolution would look like in the welfare states
of the West in 1968.
Any revolution breaking out amidst unprecedented material
abundance; any revolt undertaken by an educated population; was not going to
resemble any of the upheavals of the past. In 1968, the French communists
looked at the graffiti daubed on the walls of Paris and shook their heads in
incomprehension. “Underneath the pavement – the beach!” What did that even
mean! Lennon knew.
Twelve years after the release of Revolution, and not long
before his assassination, Lennon was still insisting that destructive change
was counter-revolutionary: “Count me out if it’s for violence. Don’t expect me
on the barricades unless it’s with flowers.”
I’m with John. That’s why I agree with Darth. The Beatle’s
song does sum it up. Jacinda does need to put herself at the head of a
revolutionary throng. Not one bearing rifles or waving little red books of
dogma, but at the head of a movement determined to re-order this country’s
economic and social priorities by means of an unprecedented blending of intelligence
and compassion. That such a re-ordering has become a matter of urgent necessity
is self-evident to all but the greedy and the cruel. The revolution that
Jacinda leads must be a revolution of real solutions drawn from and supported
by New Zealand’s caring majority.
Don’t you know it’s
going to be alright, alright, alright.
This essay was
originally posted on The Daily Blog
of Friday, 4 August 2017.
