Red diapers

David Welch welch at
Fri Dec 10 19:34:10 MST 1999

On Fri, Dec 10, 1999 at 08:36:05PM -0500, Louis Proyect wrote:
> Published by H-Pol at (November, 1999)
> Judy Kaplan and Linn Shapiro, ed.  _Red Diapers: Growing Up in the
> Communist Left_.  Urbana and Chicago: University of Illinois, 1998.  320
> pp. Glossary. $49.95 (cloth), $19.95 (paper), ISBN 0-252-06725-8.

An interesting, and in some ways inspiring, set of reminiscences in the
review Louis posted. There was a similar (and much missed) traditional of
familial communism within the old CPGB. This is a review of a particular
study published in the Weekly Worker.

Weekly Worker       May 7 1998      #239


                              Cold War babies

    Phil Cohen Children of the revolution - communist childhood in Cold
                War Britain Lawrence and Wishart 1997, pp189

    It is no exaggeration to state that the practice of CPGB history has
     reached an impasse. The recent generation of CP historians (Kevin
   Morgan, Nina Fishman et al) have rightly rejected the outworn dogma of
    the Trotskyites, intent on picturing the Party as the mere reflex of
    the CPSU - all in all, a very useful polemic. However, the distinct
      under-theorisation of both schools has meant that there has been
   little advance in addressing the epistemological questions inherent in
                                the subject.

       Utilising the recently opened Comintern archives, contemporary
    researchers have largely followed an agenda whereby the CPGB is seen
   as having 'relative autonomy' from the diktats of Moscow. None of this
      has been allowed to disturb the morbid functioning of Trotskyist
    orthodoxy. In a review of a conference on the subject of the British
   Party and the Comintern, Bruce Robinson writes that the "new material
   ... does not provide the basis for any major changes in the picture of
   the CPGB as the willing servant of Moscow from the mid-1920s onwards"
    (Revolutionary History Volume 6, No2-3, p260). Telling a Trotskyist
      that the CPGB was not a puppet of Moscow is obviously a bit like
    telling Rod Hull that Emu does not exist anymore. Robinson asks the
     question of whether a prominent communist like Arthur Horner would
   have returned from Moscow if he had been summoned during the period of
   the purges, suggesting an answer in the negative (ibid p258). In fact
    Horner would have had a good chance of arriving back in Britain, in
    that the disappearance of this organic proletarian leader would have
   led to awkward and compromising questions in the South Wales workers'

     This is not to suggest that awarding the CPGB with a good dose of
      'relative autonomy' vis-à-vis the USSR is any more helpful. The
       British road to socialism or not, 'official communism' was an
      international movement, in which it is ultimately impossible to
     dissect what was 'domestic' and what was 'external'. The BRS is a
      classic case, a much trumpeted totem of the CPGB's independence,
            closely supervised by none other than Joseph Stalin.

   Animated though this debate may be, the fact is that both schools rely
   on similar theoretical preconceptions. Karl Marx writes in The German
      ideology of the "apparent stupidity of merging all the manifold
    relationships of people in the one relation of usefulness." (K Marx
      Selected writings Oxford 1977, p185) Both the Trotskyite and the
       'revisionist' standpoints employ essentially the same abstract
   methodology in ordering the experience of communism in Britain. It is
      imperative that new contributions to the history of the CPGB are
     judged on their ability to disrupt the rather sterile dualism that
     disfigures the contemporary debate, and upon their willingness to
    countenance the Party's past as the relation of a dynamic totality.
        With this in mind we can turn to Children of the revolution.

     Cohen's work focuses on the experience of children from Communist
    Party households growing up in 1950s Britain - a problematic with a
     great deal of potential. Familial communism was, and still is, an
   important arbiter of identity and Party culture. The text of the book
   represents a set of transcribed interviews, with some minor editing in
    the interests of grammar and style. This has a tendency to make the
        narrative seem a little garbled at times. In choosing such a
   presentation the author's aim is clearly that of empathy. However, one
        does wonder whether a commissioned choice of more considered
      recollections may have been of more aid in engaging the reader.

     Cohen has assembled a reasonably interesting set of interviewees,
   including Alexei Sayle, Brian Pollitt, Hywel Francis, and Nina Temple.
   Cohen elaborates the conceptual framework behind this selection in the
    introduction: "One of the reasons for writing this book is that with
    the demise of communist parties in Europe ... our generation will be
     the last to have this unique kind of upbringing. Growing up in the
    late 20th and early 21st centuries, our children will inherit a very
                          different world" (p16).

        Cohen is clearly intent on the manufacture of an essentially
    teleological method. As Althusser argued, such an epistemology runs
   the distinct risk of floundering into the realms of reductionism. This
   has particular ramifications for the structure of this text in that it
   is primarily concerned with the ordering of memory. Communism and the
    CPGB feature very little in the contemporary identity of the people
   featured here, disrupting any notion of the Party as a lived process.
   The author of this review encountered similar evidential difficulties
   whilst researching a thesis on the Communist Party in South Wales. By
     far the best interviews were provided by those comrades who still
   considered themselves communists. Even for members of Party splinters
   such as the CPB or NCP, the contested history of the CPGB was branded
         into the heart of their political being. This resulted in
   recollections that were alive with passion and controversy - priceless
                        material for any researcher.

   Children of the revolution on the other hand too often restricts Party
    activity to a set of frozen, and at times rather nostalgic, cameos:
   "We went on the Daily Worker May Day march every year; my parents have
     recollections of me in a pushchair on marches with a Daily Worker
    keeping the rain off my hat ... On the Monday morning after the May
      Day march I used to come to school with the Daily Worker May Day
    badge, and I remember when I was about nine I came to school with it
    and Mr Baggs, the deputy head of my primary school, said: 'Oh, we're
                       communists, are we?' " (p53).

     Obviously, these fractured pieces of empiricism need to be bonded
    together in order to produce an outlook in which the meaning of the
    Party's past can be constructed. The idea of communism as a religion
    (or semi-religion) is a consistent theme of the narrative: "I think
   faith in communism was a kind of religion ... in terms of intensity of
       belief, and now, with the break-up of the Communist Party, the
    terrible loss and the lack of faith, it is like losing your god, and
                 people are all over the place." (pp41-42)

   Of course religion and faith in this context are ultimately dependent
   upon invoking a ritualised other. In this context Cohen refers to CPGB
   members as having a "quasi-religious faith" in the USSR: "an obsessive
     interest - encompassing everything from its films and books to its
      tractor design." (p16) Two points can be made here. Firstly, the
     CPGB's loyalty towards the Soviet Union was (in general) certainly
   based on emotional considerations. However, this should not be judged
   apart from the party's rationalism, as Hywel Francis recognises in his
      interview (p129). Secondly, this train of argument has a certain
    residue of the instrumentalism so beloved of the Trotskyists. Merely
    having "faith" in the CPSU seems rather more suited to the rationale
    of a 'fellow-traveller' than to a militant activist in the ranks of
    the CPGB. These points can be illustrated by making reference to one
   of my own interviews with Charlie Swain: "I was one of those who used
      to love Joe Stalin, I must admit, and I've still got a very big
      respect for him ... The idea of the people from the lower ranks
    displacing the entrenched capitalists ... landlords and aristocrats
    seems to me so fantastic that anybody who was at all sympathetic to
     that I would support." (author's interview, Cardiff, March 7 1996)

   In Swain's narrative, support for the USSR was fundamentally bound up
    with the recognition of the necessity for a British revolution, thus
   inserting a marked kernel of rationality into his respect for Stalin.
   There are no doubt some critics who would just look at Swain's opening
       line and find enough ammunition for a set of very traditional
     preconceptions. Unfortunately for these people, engaging with the
    mentality of British communism is a sophisticated task and one that
                 fails to yield to one-sided formulations.

    Despite these fundamental criticisms it should be allowed that Cohen
     has assembled some useful and at times thought-provoking material.
       Harry Pollitt's son, Brian, talks about his life alongside the
    Communist Party's best known general secretary. Pollitt's prominence
      in the Party's history makes this chapter interesting in and of
   itself. Hywel Francis offers himself as the most eloquent in exploring
    the various facets of CP identity in a discussion of his father, Dai
      Francis, one-time general secretary of the South Wales area NUM.

   For anyone considering the history of the CPGB in South Wales this is
   always a pertinent question. Francis argues that the "trade union and
    the miners' union and the Communist Party were synonymous ... For my
     father they were indivisible, he was a communist miners' leader."
   (p124) In fact, Dai Francis followed his comrades, Arthur Horner, Dai
   Dan Evans, and Will Paynter - all CPGB members - in approaching their
    union tasks in a distinct syndicalist vein. On the whole, communist
    miners focused their activities on the strategically placed miners'
   lodge, rather than through the structures of the Party. This created a
    marked sense of loss on the part of more Party-orientated militants:
   "We have outstanding figures in the Communist Party who had become, as
    one of our comrades put it, little tin gods in the village, but the
   people in the village didn't see the Communist Party at work." (Annie
            Powell CPGB 24th Congress World News April 28 1956).

   This is not to site miners such as Dai Francis at too distant a point
   from their CP identity. As Hywel Francis shows, Dai stood by the CPGB
     during the 1956 Hungarian crisis, although it is admitted that "he
    would be suspicious of people who tried to impose the Party line on
                                him." (p134)

     Possibly the worst section in this book is the interview with Nina
       Temple, seemingly intent on presenting her rise through the CP
    bureaucracy as a series of unwanted accidents. Temple's narrative is
   however the source of some (no doubt unintended) humour. Nina recalls
   all the glitz and excitement of a 1960s YCL disco on her estate. Alas,
      for one young man these vicarious thrills were not enough: "...
    suddenly the music went off and Fergus Nicholson gave a speech about
     why Russia was right to invade Czechoslovakia. I was mortified and
         embarrassed, so that was the end of the YCL disco." (p95)

      There is always someone to spoil it for everyone. Actually this
   extract just about sums up Temple's career in the CPGB - recoiling in
   horror from everything you are meant to represent. Another chuckle can
   be gleaned from Nina's father, Landon, who tactfully informed her that
     the Democratic Left constitution she had been helping to draft was
   "crap" (p96). Next time you are down at Progressive Tours booking your
    jaunt to Cuba, remind Landon of that one. It's worth a pint or two.

      Although not short of practitioners, Communist Party history is
       beginning to suffer from a distinct methodological barrenness.
        Ultimately these difficulties can only be surmounted by the
      resurrection of a viable ideology of Partyism - a working class
       organisation that can adequately unify the varied and illusory
   disciplines of contemporary society. For the moment, though, you might
     like to try and quench your thirst with the quaint simplicities of
   Children of the revolution. Blistered and parched by the end, you may
   begin to discern the oasis. If Nina Temple's standing there, you will
                       know you took a wrong turning.

                                Phil Watson

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