So
the ConDem coalition is to spend £50 million on marking the centenary of the
outbreak of World War One. But the flag-waving nationalism that will surely
surround the events will with certainty obscure the truth about the first global
conflict.
The Coalition
can find millions while it is savagely cutting public services for entirely
political reasons. In 2014, we will be a year away from a general election and
in the countdown to a referendum on Scottish independence scheduled for the
same year.
Contrived nationalism
will be used to push the myth of the “One Nation” that both the Tories and
Labour are fighting for copyright over, in a beauty contest of patriotic
virtues that will churn the stomach. Scotland ’s right to self
determination will be viewed with abhorrence in the same way as those who
opposed World War One were condemned as traitors.
The 900,000
British soldiers who were killed, the 1.6 million maimed and the many millions
more from other countries who perished, were victims of a war not of their
making and fought not in their interest.
This shocking
waste of life needs to be remembered and honoured – but not in the sickening
and hypocritical way that politicians from the major parties and the
establishment do. They still can’t even look after their fallen or wounded
troops, who have to rely on charity and the proceeds of poppy sales.
We need a
memorial that spells out the truth, which explains that those who gave their
lives or were wounded were cannon fodder for the ruling classes in each country.
Propaganda would have it that it was the “war to end all wars” and fought for
British democracy against the “tyranny of the Hun”.
In reality,
it was an imperialist war fought over the division and redivision of colonial
spoils, with the challenge of Germany
to Britain ’s
empire and industrial might the principal cause.
As the great
war poet Siegfried Sassoon wrote to his commanding officer in July 1917,
declining to return to duty after recovering from his wounds:
I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops and I can
no longer be a party to prolonging these sufferings for ends which I believe to
be evil and unjust. I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but
against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are
being sacrificed.
World War One
was followed in a short period by recession and the Great Depression, leading
directly to a resumption of hostilities in 1939 in another capitalist conflict.
The same
fundamentals that produced these two world wars are still present. The global
economy is on the verge of a slump greater than the 1930s. Capitalism remains an
irrational system that is driven to destroy its rivals, as well as a large
portion of what has been created. The fall-out from the financial crash is
building into a tsunami that has alarm bells ringing from London
to Washington .
Wilfred Owen,
the war poet, was killed a week before the ceasefire (right up until the last
minute, until the 11a.m armistice, generals were sending troops over the top to
die) and his words are more honest than those who claim to speak for the fallen.
In his Anthem for Doomed Youth, Owen
wrote:
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Distributing
his works and those of other war poets to every household would be a much more
suitable way to mark the centenary of World War One.
Paul Feldman
Communications editor
Communications editor
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