Struggle and
Class
Titus
Engelschall, The Return of the Living Dead:
Class and Struggle
Dominique
Manotti, Class conflict
The
Return of the Living Dead:
Class and Struggle
Titus Engelschall, Political
Scientist, Berlin
Translation: Claire Gorrara
It's in the nature of the ghost: the more we try to exorcise it and to
ward off its power, the more surprising it appears. A good number of
death notices have proclaimed the end of the class struggle and social
struggles generally, but when we lift our glasses to honour those recently
departed, the dead have already risen. Today, people come together to
protest and oppose the claims of the neo-liberal consensus, whether these
are the rising numbers of those on temporary contracts who refuse to
be exploited further or the youth from the suburbs who fight to retain
their hopes for the future. The poor of the world have had enough of
submitting apathetically to their fate and are waking up from their socio-political
coma. The result of the rigid contradictions of capitalist society, this
phenomenon of resistance has brought back to life a political actor who
is supposed to have disappeared but who aspires to a better future above
and beyond present constraints. If our terror at the zombie is justified
to some extent by our fear at the commercialised images of the living
dead who devour the other in a mindless blood feast, his postmodern successor,
the clone, symbolises our fears when faced with the indifference of the
global marketplace, in a world that appears incomprehensible. The clone
is both object and subject. It is an identical copy, an empty copy that
conforms to market expectations. The rebel hero of the roman noir refers,
in contrast, to the subject, the political actor who, despite the many
letters of condolences, has not given up the struggle and campaigns still
for the civil promises of justice and freedom. In the roman noir, the
sad memory of such lost worlds is dimly perceived; a time when men rebelled
against capitalist demands. This melancholy contains within itself a
dream that the course of history might have taken another path so suggesting
a possible future emancipation.
Class
conflict
Dominique
Manotti
Translation: Claire
Gorrara
Class struggle is a theme that has
been tackled at quite some length (it seems to me) in the pages of
the roman noir, a genre well known for its ‘social critique'. It
just so happens that my first and last novels are set during strikes,
right in the middle of ‘class conflict',
the first in 1980 and the last in 1996, and in both cases they
were very much rooted in actual conflicts. It seems therefore a
good opportunity to reflect on the extent of the changes that have
intervened over this time in France.
In the first novel, Sombre
Sentier, workers in the rag trade
in the Sentier district of Paris, illegal immigrants, go on strike
to demand identity papers and work contracts. At first sight, it
does not seem to bode well: they are workers spread over a huge number
of tiny workshops and, being illegal workers, they have no rights
and of course no experience of union activism. They have no access
to their real bosses, the big companies that put in the orders. Any
yet these workers find the means to organise themselves, to create
alliances with French organizations, to engage in a strong and concerted
struggle over a number of months and finally to win. In fact to win
everything they asked for: all the workers are eventually employed
legally. Their solidarity never waivers; it could even be called
class consciousness.
My last novel, which will be out in
September, has as yet no definitive title. It is set in the Lorraine
region in 1996 in one of the ‘kit-build
factories' that sprang up after the collapse of the steel industry
and that swallowed up EU grants before moving elsewhere in search of
new sources of money. It concerns a violent movement that almost tears
itself apart and ends in defeat and disintegration. The Lorraine region
has still not recovered from the destruction of the steel industry
and neither have the trade union movements there.
The transformation from one novel to
the next, in such a short time scale, frightens me. Of course, these
novels not do explain things, but they reveal things, and what I see
is a sort of programmed social death. I hope that Europolar will have
some more optimistic contributions.