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We Carry a New World in Our Riots

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

 —D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

July is mid–winter in the Southern Hemisphere, where Billie Holiday singing “like a summer with a thousand Julys” rings somewhat oddly. Just the same, there was plenty of fire to keep people warm this winter. For more than a week, Gauteng and KwaZulu-Natal—the two most populous provinces of South Africa that together account for more than half of the country’s GDP—were up in flames. In KwaZulu-Natal alone, more than 200 shopping centers and 100 malls were looted or burned, at least 1,400 ATMs damaged, 300 banks and post offices vandalized, and 11 warehouses, 8 factories, and 90 pharmacies destroyed “beyond revival.” The total tally for both provinces together is considerably higher, with more than 330 dead and upward of 40,000 businesses looted, burned, or vandalized. According to president Cyril Ramaphosa, “there is virtually no part of the economy that has not been affected by the violence.” With police outnumbered and overwhelmed, it took the deployment of 25,000 army troops with machine guns and tanks in the streets to crush the rebellion.

Death Be Not Loud

The particular death you die is not even a death (which is an inferior phenomenon at best) only an insanitary abstraction in the backyard…

Flann O’Brian, The Third Policeman

Besides around a dozen people apparently trampled to death during the looting, it is almost certain that all those killed during these events were murdered by the state. The fact that hundreds of unarmed civilians were killed within the span of a few days, most likely almost all at the hands of heavily armed police and army units acting in defense of private property rather than human beings, is completely passed over in silence. Other than the above cases, no cause of death has ever been stated in media reports, which themselves merely reproduce police statements without comment. But one look inside reveals an exemplary instance of the reality masked by fraudulent statistics. A recent statement by the landless people’s association Abahlali baseMjondolo reports:

On Thursday last week (29 July), Zamekile Shangase, a 33-year-old woman from Asiyindawo in Lamontville, was shot and killed outside her home by the police. Zamekile was the mother of two children aged 6 and 11. She was elected to a position on the local Abahlali council in 2018 and served on the council for a year. Zamekile was shot while the police were raiding the settlement as part of Operation Show Your Receipt.

This is the second time that the police had come to raid the settlements in this area, and take peoples food. On Thursday they were going door to door, breaking locks, threatening and abusing people, and taking food from people. People got angry and started shouting. Some people started throwing stones at the police and banging on the police van. The police then got angry and started shooting.

A police officer was standing on the road and shooting up the hill into Asiyindawo at random. After Zamekile was shot the police carried on with their operation of seizing people’s food at gunpoint while her body was still lying on the ground.

We were very concerned to read an article in a major news publication in which it was reported that the police were fired on from all directions by criminals armed with bullets stolen in the riots, that they were forced to return fire and that “a 33-year-old woman was killed.” Another article by the same journalist reported that Zamekile was “caught in the crossfire.” This article saw no need to even mention Zamekile’s name.

The police lied to try and cover up the fact that they killed an unarmed person for no reason. There is no doubt that no one fired on the police. If the journalist had not just taken what the police said as the truth and had spoken to the residents of Asiyindawo, residents elsewhere in the nearby Sisonke settlement (formerly Madlala), and residents in the township (Lamontville) who live near Asiyindawo he would have found that they all agree that only the police were shooting.

The deaths are reported like natural disasters, as if the victims were killed in a flood or a hurricane, but anybody with any experience at the sharp end of police action will know without a shadow of a doubt that the police were the most likely involved in the deaths of the 330 unnamed people “killed in the riots.” Even the few who were trampled were likely indirect victims of the state, inasmuch as the stampeding in question was likely a result of violent police action. This is shaping up to be the year with the highest number of civilian fatalities by the state in the history of the country—more than any year during the rebellions of the 1970s and ’80s. Whereas “the official truth masks the truth about officials,” the violence of the neocolonial state is neither new nor exceptional. As I asked in “Another Man Done Gone,” on the death of yet another African migrant at the hands of the police:

More blacks are killed in police custody under democracy than were murdered in the prisons of the apartheid security forces during the States of Emergency of the 70s/80s. How many more never make it to the cells, murdered by the defenders of civilisation in the line of duty? How many do the forces of law and order murder with preventable disease and starvation? How many are forced to die hustling or driven to madness and suicide? How many victims of modern slavery are condemned to a living-death day after day, confined to an existence of planned misery in a coffin of dead-time grown to encompass each waking moment? In what way was Mido Macia’s death exceptional?

The Proletariat as Subject and Misrepresentation

Some women just wanted an end to it all. “It must all do away [sic], you see, Just like this!” Then you say, “but that is difficult. How can you do this?” This is what made women very angry. If you say there is something you cannot do you must say why.

—Gladys Manzi, quoted in Ian Sinclair’s Cato Manor, June 1959

A recent communique by Abahlali baseMjondolo on the riots is worth looking at. With all due respect to my comrades in Abahlali baseMjondolo, the attitude and language reflected in the statement seems to me a simplistic misrepresentation of what is going on. Many of those committed to change in this world often express similar understandings of the “negative” side of social movements, and it is in the interests of greater coherence that I offer my perspectives. In this spirit, some textual examples are in order.

  • Comparing looters to maggots (which also, not coincidentally, misrepresents the true causes of economic breakdown in Zimbabwe, just as simplistically, and in a similar tone, as those blaming incompetent and lawless “Blacks” invading white farms): “We fear that the economic situation will become like Zimbabwe, and that when the worms have finished eating the carcass they will eat each other.
  • Denouncing rebels as short-sighted and self-sabotaging: “What will happen to people’s jobs now that factories and other places of work are being burnt? That is not a revolution. It is destruction that will leave the poor poorer.”

This is precisely the sort of rhetoric and perspective we have seen expressed time and time again by the ruling class and their representatives whenever the oppressed resort to tactics that do not agree with what they think is “productive” and “moral.” We have heard this applied to the landless who occupy land, “service delivery” protesters who blockade roads and attack state infrastructure, and students and workers who sabotage their schools and workplaces. It seems to me completely inconsistent, to put it mildly, for those who engage in, justify, and support such struggles to turn around and condemn participants in the present uprising.

Riots and looting on a comparable scale to what we have just witnessed in South Africa were always part and parcel of the revolutionary liberation movement. The level of social amnesia that has erased this aspect of the movement—which happened to involve some of the most egalitarian and unmediated forms of organization developed during the struggle—is a major obstacle to overcoming some of the limitations decried by this communique. Fragmentation and separation between people engaged in such direct action, those engaged in land occupations, workplace struggles, struggles of youth within and against schools, and rural resistance to imperialist resource extraction has to be superseded even more than it did during the 1980s if basic social change is to stand a chance—and those separations were not as entrenched as they are now. Of course, both the social amnesia and the separations are symptoms of major weakness in current working-class organization. Though voluntaristic exhortations for unity are not fit for the purpose, it does seem to be somewhat overstating the case to say, as Anton Pannekoek did, that “the working class is not weak because it is divided; it is divided because it is weak.” Certainly, a failure even to recognize the fundamental unity between various expressions of class struggle is a contributing factor toward keeping us weak.

Of course, when they say this is not (in itself) a revolution, when they regret the disorganization and limitations demonstrated by those who loot so inelegantly as to stampede one another to death a dozen times, I agree. Then again, even the total overthrow of personnel within a particular government does not in itself constitute a revolution, so long as the underlying social relations that such personnel work to serve and protect is not also overturned and fundamentally transformed.

It is also untrue that the present movement is an unmitigated expression of desperation, disorganization, and selfishness. One example, which I do not believe to be an isolated case, was related to me recently of a woman whose aunt runs a charity in KwaZulu-Natal for children who are abandoned or whose parents simply cannot afford to maintain them. The organization offers child care, education, food, and more. They were quite affected by the looting because they were in the middle of it all, but rebels left their property untouched. The aunt was told to stay indoors and was worried about food supplies for the children and staff. But, as it turned out, looters actually left them a large amount of food after everything calmed down.

My admiration and respect for the comrades in Abahlali baseMjondolo is such that I have no doubt that we share many of the same basic perspectives regarding the struggle for a better world, that their fight is my fight, and that the intentions behind their statements are good. This is why I think it so important for us all to remember that our own struggle was made possible only because our comrades from the past took bold and courageous steps in the fight against their own oppression, the consequences of which produced much immediate suffering, but, in the long term, were vindicated by history. Rather than thoughtless and selfish immediate gratification, their actions constituted a courageous and deliberate sacrifice for the sake of the future.

Following the Vaal Uprising of 1984, for example, when riots and looting during a rent strike left scarcely a single shop or government building standing in the townships of Sharpeville, Sebokeng, Evaton, Boipatong, and Bophelong, Johannes Rantete, a young resident who witnessed the events in his location firsthand, made the following observations in his “The Third Day of September”:

We then entered Zone 7. Here the atmosphere told us that the strikes had not been so serious. We walked for a long distance without seeing any damage. I was really worried by that. It seemed as if, while other zones were protesting, this one had been holding parties and other things. The people here seemed to be cowards. Only some children could be seen in the streets, while their mothers and fathers seemed to have locked themselves in their yards. It was only near the shopping centre that there was any sign of violence, but still at a low profile. The shops and other things had not been burnt as in other zones, but only the administration board office and a petrol station.

Does it mean that they wanted to secure their tomorrow’s needs by leaving out the shops? Were the rent hikes not a burden on their necks too? Are they laughing at the other zones who burnt everything? If they were vexed by the rent hikes they should have done the same as everyone else that Bloody Monday.

Brothers, if the time to fight has come, we ought to fight. There is no need to watch how the other partner is fighting. I don’t support the destruction of shops and offices, as they play a role in my daily existence, but if everything is to be destroyed, then let us destroy and not exempt even a single thing. Let us not lose God’s support by doing injustice; that is, doing harm to some and securing others, whereas they are all on the same elevation of guiltiness. Let us not be like King Saul, who infringed by securing King Hagat whereas ordained to exterminate everything by God.

We are Africans and brothers in love, and ought to share the pains of bitterness and the fruits of joy.

This is not to romanticize such actions. As he pointed out: “The following days were the days of hunger. People have nowhere to get food. They have to travel long distances to the outskirts to seek food and other commodities. Some people even cut pieces of meat from a living cow which escaped. It ran about without some parts.” But if it is true that people will be hungry after the riots, it is also true that they were already hungry before them. Suffering in itself cannot be avoided. What matters is the meaning of this suffering, the meaning we make out of the context in which it is endured. As our history shows us, when that context involves the long-term vision of a quest for a good life filled with love and justice, compassion and camaraderie, the direst of hardships may be stolidly endured.

It is worth noting that in the case of the Vaal rebellion, and during the liberation struggle in general, the burning and looting was a tactical direct action consciously connected to a coordinated movement—in other words, they took place within the context of a self-organized working class acting in defense of its own interests. I would suggest that what is truly regrettable about the present events is not the hardship and destruction they may involve, but precisely this lack of connection to any kind of conscious collective strategy.

All around the world and throughout history, the wretched of the earth have employed burning and looting as key tools in their struggle for liberation. As Vicky Osterweil pointed out in “In Defense of Looting” after the Ferguson uprising,

The civil rights movement was not purely non-violent. Some of its bravest, most inspiring activists worked within the framework of disciplined non-violence. Many of its bravest, most inspiring activists did not. It took months of largely non-violent campaigning in Birmingham, Alabama to force JFK to give his speech calling for a civil rights act. But in the month before he did so, the campaign in Birmingham had become decidedly not-non-violent…it is also the emergent threat of rioting that forced JFK’s hand.… Throughout the civil rights era, massive non-violent civil disobedience campaigns were matched with massive riots. The most famous of these was the Watts rebellion of 1965 but they occurred in dozens of cities across the country. To argue that the movement achieved what it did in spite of rather than as a result of the mixture of not-non-violent and non-violent action is spurious at best.

Calls for caution, denunciations of destruction, lectures in measured tones about the practical impossibility of immediately abolishing a world of slavery, the necessity for patience, discipline, and organization have long served to divide social movements into “responsible” and “irresponsible,” “self-controlled” and “uncontrollable,” “respectable” and “criminal” elements, when the reality has always betrayed an underlying unity.

Regarding the Watts Rebellion of 1965, to take one example, it is worth recalling the words of Guy Debord in “The Decline and Fall of the Spectacle-Commodity Economy,” who long ago pointed out the intimate relation between looting and the abolition of a world founded of poverty and racism:

The Los Angeles rebellion was a rebellion against the commodity, against the world of the commodity in which worker-consumers are hierarchically subordinated to commodity standards. Like the young delinquents of all the advanced countries, but more radically because they are part of a class without a future, a sector of the proletariat unable to believe in any significant chance of integration or promotion, the Los Angeles blacks take modern capitalist propaganda, its publicity of abundance, literally. They want to possess now all the objects shown and abstractly accessible, because they want to use them. In this way they are challenging their exchange-value, the commodity reality which molds them and marshals them to its own ends, and which has preselected everything. Through theft and gift they rediscover a use that immediately refutes the oppressive rationality of the commodity, revealing its relations and even its production to be arbitrary and unnecessary. The looting of the Watts district was the most direct realization of the distorted principle: “To each according to their false needs”—needs determined and produced by the economic system which the very act of looting rejects. But once the vaunted abundance is taken at face value and directly seized, instead of being eternally pursued in the rat-race of alienated labor and increasing unmet social needs, real desires begin to be expressed in festive celebration, in playful self-assertion, in the potlatch of destruction. People who destroy commodities show their human superiority over commodities. They stop submitting to the arbitrary forms that distortedly reflect their real needs. The flames of Watts consummated the system of consumption. The theft of large refrigerators by people with no electricity, or with their electricity cut off, is the best image of the lie of affluence transformed into a truth in play. Once it is no longer bought, the commodity lies open to criticism and alteration, whatever particular form it may take. Only when it is paid for with money is it respected as an admirable fetish, as a symbol of status within the world of survival.

Looting is a natural response to the unnatural and inhuman society of commodity abundance. It instantly undermines the commodity as such, and it also exposes what the commodity ultimately implies: the army, the police and the other specialized detachments of the state’s monopoly of armed violence. What is a policeman? He is the active servant of the commodity, the man in complete submission to the commodity, whose job is to ensure that a given product of human labor remains a commodity, with the magical property of having to be paid for, instead of becoming a mere refrigerator or rifle—a passive, inanimate object, subject to anyone who comes along to make use of it. In rejecting the humiliation of being subject to police, the blacks are at the same time rejecting the humiliation of being subject to commodities. The Watts youth, having no future in market terms, grasped another quality of the present, and that quality was so incontestable and irresistible that it drew in the whole population—women, children, and even sociologists who happened to be on the scene. Bobbi Hollon, a young black sociologist of the neighborhood, had this to say to the Herald Tribune in October: “Before, people were ashamed to say they came from Watts. They’d mumble it. Now they say it with pride. Boys who used to go around with their shirts open to the waist, and who’d have cut you to pieces in half a second, showed up here every morning at seven o’clock to organize the distribution of food. Of course, it’s no use pretending that food wasn’t looted.… All that Christian blah has been used too long against blacks. These people could loot for ten years and they wouldn’t get back half the money those stores have stolen from them over all these years.… Me, I’m only a little black girl.” Bobbi Hollon, who has sworn never to wash off the blood that splashed on her sandals during the rioting, adds: “Now the whole world is watching Watts.”

  Just as the actions carried out by those who see no future for themselves in this world are not themselves deprived of forethought by definition—quite the contrary—so too the actions of those made desperate by the misery of their conditions are not themselves miserable by definition, again, quite the contrary. This was depicted graphically by Thomas Pynchon in a first-hand report on the subject, “A Journey into The Mind of Watts”: “Others remember it in terms of music; through much of the rioting seemed to run, they say, a remarkable empathy, or whatever it is that jazz musicians feel on certain nights; everybody knowing what to do and when to do it without needing a word or a signal: ‘You could go up to anybody, the cats could be in the middle of burning down a store or something, but they’d tell you, explain very calm, just what they were doing, what they were going to do next. And that’s what they’d do; man, nobody has to give orders.’” There is evidence to suggest that this element of creativity and play, always suppressed by the dominant representations of such events, was not absent in the recent riots, which were, according to an editorial in New Frame, “initially marked by a carnival atmosphere in some places.”

The Third Force or the Third Policeman?

He said it was again the beginning of the unfinished, the re-discovery of the familiar, the re-experience of the already suffered, the fresh-forgetting of the unremembered. Hell goes round and round. In shape it is circular and by nature it is interminable, repetitive and very nearly unbearable.

—Flann O’Brian, The Third Policeman

As fair Aurora flares forth her heavenly countenance in the East, gladdening the eye with a thousand bejeweled sparklings upon the dew-dimpled bonnets of parked cars, delighting the ear with the mellifluous hubbub of garbage trucks making their morning rounds; as stalwart Gaia (she whose self-centered and revolutionary whirl about her own axis blesses us with the eternal dance of night and day) spins tirelessly in her ceaseless cosmic gyre; so too we mortals of the lower classes, whenever rising impudently above the station assigned to us, find ourselves involved in a perpetual cycle (of venerable antiquity, albeit of questionable repute) of condemnation and condescension. Time and time again—in saecula saeculorum—we are imputed to play the roles of mere mindless puppets manipulated by higher powers conspiring for their own sinister purposes.

Unsurprisingly, the dreaded third force that, according to the apartheid authorities, stood behind the revolutionary movement during the 1970s and ’80s, the criminal elements and outside agitators, who the African National Congress are constantly blaming for all forms of social contestation since 1994, has been trotted out again to explain the recent unrest. This time, there was a better excuse than ususal for raising the old bogeyman, as the first actions were indeed carried out in response to the jailing of former president Jacob Zuma. However, the intensity and extent of the rebellion belies so convenient a scapegoat. As anybody who has paid any attention to South African society could plainly see, and as Abahlali baseMjondolo state in their communique, “the riots that have been happening have nothing to do with Zuma. Poverty and hunger were a bomb and the break down in order caused by Zuma’s people lit the fuse. Everywhere people who started taking food from the shops said that they are starving and have nothing to do with Zuma and are not doing anything for him. Migrants were also taking food. Everyone who lives in South Africa was taking food because the issue was hunger and poverty.” Yet, it is not merely the willfully ignorant authorities and the comfortable classes who repeat such baneful accusations. Many well-meaning leftists, despite the salutary influence of Rosa Luxemburg and Mikhail Bakunin, have never been able to square the spontaneous self-activity of the working class—especially when it takes on a particularly exuberant and ferocious character—with their own notions of organization, counter-power, and class consciousness.

So it is that we find the likes of anarchist Shawn Hattingh, who argues that “the link between the spate of large scale looting that took place and two very obvious conflicting ruling class power bases that currently exist in the country is undeniable. To claim that there was an exercising of working class power is to fundamentally misunderstand the powers at play and where the locus of power at this point in history actually lies.” To claim that sabotage and expropriation are not exercises of working-class power is fundamentally to misunderstand the nature of power altogether, as well as the historical role that such tactics have played within countless contexts. Richard Pithouse, a longtime close associate of Abahlali, wrote in New Frame that “there is an ongoing, well-organised, widespread and strategically sophisticated attack on infrastructure. Cellphone towers, electricity substations, reservoirs, trucks, malls, warehouses, fuel storage facilities, factories and more have been and are being destroyed with impunity. These kinds of attacks are not at all typical of spontaneous riots. They are more typical of a well-organised coup attempt, or a civil war.” On the contrary, the history of South Africa is full of spontaneous uprisings that strategically targeted infrastructure. The Vaal Uprising, for one, systematically targeted post offices, petrol stations, malls, and government buildings of all kinds. During the riots of 1959 in Cato Manor, Durban, most municipal buildings were torched, as were all shops rented out to traders by the state, as well as welfare organizations (associated with “white officialdom”) and municipal vehicles. In a scene laden with poetic meaning, Gladys Manzi remembers:

This bus with a radio inside. I still remember the song from…the radio there. Ngagula, ngalala phansi, bajabula bonke sengilele phansi [I am sick, I am lying down; as I lay down dying they are all happy] and the bus was actually lying down on its side in flames.

Those who, like the women of Cato Manor and the people of Watts, acted to put an immediate end to it all have never received more than condescending and pious sermons as to why it cannot be done, because there is no explanation, other than the failure of most comrades to join them.

A Farewell to Harms

My mom worked in this building [Government of Tuzla Canton, abalaze]. There I learned to type on a machine during the war, it was in ’92. When the building was on fire I told her, “Mom, that is where you worked all these years!” She told me, “Oh, fuck this building, let it burn. Burn them all! Why have emotions for a building. These workers built it, they burnt it, they will build it again. The building is not important. What is important is that they have nothing to eat. They should have set it on fire 15 years ago, and with it all of them.”

—Participant in the Bosnia-Herzegovina rebellion, March 2014

The power of the dispossessed to destroy, of course, is only the shadow side of an even greater power to create: a power that is however hijacked, held hostage, imprisoned, enslaved, sabotaged, destroyed, suppressed by today’s dominant social relations. In order to liberate these creative powers, the barriers to their flourishing must be removed—a demolition job that inevitably results in heaps of messy ruins.

Since I have been living as an immigrant farmworker in Spain for the last several years, it might not be amiss to quote one of the most celebrated speeches by one of our most celebrated late comrades, who, in response to a journalist pointing out, during the Spanish Civil War, that even if he and his comrades win, they would still “be sitting on a pile of ruins,” replied:

We have always lived in slums and holes in the wall. We will know how to accommodate ourselves for a while. For, you must not forget, we also know how to build. It is we the workers who built these palaces and cities, here in Spain and in America, and everywhere.

We, the workers, can build others to take their place, and better ones! We are not in the least afraid of ruins. We are going to inherit the earth, there is not the slightest doubt about that. The bourgeoisie might blast and ruin its own world before it leaves the stage of history. We carry a new world, here, in our hearts. That world is growing this minute.

As the sentiments expressed by the impassioned Bosnian mother make plain, all around the world, ordinary people continue to carry that new world in our hearts, just as our predecessors did in theirs. If nowadays it can often seem difficult to discern any trace of it growing within the shadow of death cast so deeply by the old world as it rolls darkly toward its ruin, we might take heart by the knowledge that, for those who listen carefully, even ruins speak eloquently.