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Title: The Revolutionary Illusion Author: Victor Serge Date: April 28, 1910 Language: en Topics: revolution, individualist anarchism Source: https://www.marxists.org/archive/serge/1910/04/revolutionary-illusion.htm
“Humanity marches enveloped in a veil of illusions,” a thinker – Marc
Guyau – said. In fact, it seems that without this veil men aren’t
capable of marching. Barely has reality torn a blindfold from them than
they hasten to put on another, as if their too-weak eyes were afraid to
see things as they are. Their intelligence requires the prism of
falsehood.
The scandals of Panama, Dreyfus, Syveton, Steinhell, etc; the turpitudes
and incapacities of politicians, and the rifle blows of Narbonne,
Draveil, and Villeneuve have, for a considerable minority, torn away the
veil of the parliamentary illusion.
We hoped for everything from the ballot. We had faith in the good faith
and power of the nation’s representatives. And that hope, that faith
prevented us from seeing the fundamental idiocy of the system, which
consists in delegating one to look after the needs of all. But the
ballot revealed itself to be a paper rag. Parliamentarians showed
themselves to be ambitious, greedy, corrupt, and most of all,
mediocre... Men appeared who were angered by the electoral farce, the
comedy of reforms, the reign of republican clowns. A minority was born,
which necessarily grows every day and upon which the old illusion has no
hold.
Nevertheless, in order to inspire men used to being led, in order to
stimulate their activity, images are needed... and so, replacing the
defunct parliamentary illusion the other illusion was forged and was
encrusted onto brains: the revolutionary illusion.
Yes, laws are powerless to transform society, parliamentary assemblies
are pitiful, and there is nothing to expect from governments. But what
legislation can’t do demonstrations and strikes will do; and union
assemblies will keep the promises of their pitiful predecessors: the
Chambers. Finally, we can expect everything from the conscious
proletariat which... and which... and that...
Once the good suckers thought that sonorous speeches, official texts
written and placarded with solemnity were capable of favorably modifying
social life. This time has passed. At present it is thought that on
order to do this it suffices to demolish street lamps, burn kiosks, to
“knock off” a cop from time to time (on very serious occasions.)
Once, popular hopes were concentrated on deputies. These paunchy
messieurs were capable of some morning decreeing marvelous things. Alas!
Now that we’ve seen them slog through the mud the ideal type of the
transformer appears a bit differently. It’s the “comrade secretary,”
influential member of the CGT, whose voice during meetings unleashes
waves of enthusiasm. It’s Pataud, – his malicious and jovial face, his
imperative speech...and it’s also the long-haired revolutionary, with
his belligerent hat, and who (his neighbors affirm) never goes out
without his two automatic pistols...
Once the brave voters trusted in parliament – incarnation of the Welfare
State – to organize their happiness. Only the “backward masses” today
still maintain so foolish a confidence in their representatives. The
“advanced,” the “conscious,” in short: the revolutionaries know what the
state and parliament are worth. So they announce to us that after the
general strike it will be the CGT that will organize universal felicity
and the union committees will deliberate on the measures to be taken for
the common welfare. As you can see, this in no way resembles the old
parliamentary regime.
Like all errors, it was harmful to be made drunk by the parliamentary
illusion . And it earned for the good citizens of this country the
admirable democratic regime, so well illustrated by the Russian alliance
– O! Most advantageous of alliances, the great and small affairs, and,
finally the reign of Clemenceau and Briand... while waiting for that of
Jaures. M. Viviani – today His Excellency – once said a propos of I
don’t know which legislature: “There was the Lost Chamber, and there is
the Infamous Chamber,” and this could equally be said of all the
legislatures that have followed, vainly striving to surpass each other
in buffooneries. Illusions cost dearly.
And yet, though it’s been costly to the poor buggers who have
benevolently had their heads shaved, been whipped and shot down, the
parliamentary illusion has not done half as much harm as the other
illusion can do.
Oh, don’t worry. We’ll get over this. We’ll end up by seeing that the
little game of shake-ups doesn’t help at all. And we won’t see the
bloody dawn rise that M. Meric announces to us. Illusions don’t last
forever. But men will have died for the Cause, died stupidly, uselessly.
But one or two generations will have wasted their strength in foolish
efforts. We would have wasted life – that’s all.
We’ll get over this. The great day isn’t ready to shine, and probably
never will shine, except in the feverish imaginings of its prophets.
And yet, since this dream makes the crowd drunk let’s look and see what
it presages for us. Let’s see what these efforts tend to, what they will
manage to do if an impossible victory was to crown them.
Not too long ago a pamphlet came out that shows us what this will be.
Our old friend, Citizen Meric, aka Flax, is the author. It is titled:
“How We Will Make the Revolution.” This pamphlet is serious, like the
program of a future party. In certain places it is as enthralling as the
novels of Captain Danrit. In its general appearance it recalls the
writings of Mark Twain, the phlegmatic and impassible humor of the
Americans.
Citizen Meric – who knows what he’s about – demonstrates that when all
is said and done a revolution is an easy thing. Our Russian friends can
have no doubts on this subject. And then, a few words on the organized
proletariat. But without a doubt the most interesting chapter is the one
that shows us what will happen after the triumphant insurrection. Here
it is possible to see just how far intelligences in the throes of an
illusion can be led astray. For if it is possible that Citizen Meric
doesn’t believe a single word of what he says, it is certain that many
people sincerely conceive what he has formulated.
On the day after the great day Citizen Meric announces the revolutionary
dictatorship, backed by the Terror. Woe to the adversaries of the new
social order (read: The Federal Committee). “Violence alone could give
us our momentary victory; terror alone can preserve that victory... we
must not fear being ferocious! We’ll speak of justice, goodness and
liberty afterwards.” And so, dear anti-authoritarian friends, we have
been warned.
From these lines we can understand the little enthusiasm among
individualists inspired by M. Meric’s revolution. The present order
crushes us, tracks us down, kills us. The revolutionary order will crush
us, will track us down, will kill us. The party can count on our
collaboration.
But Citizen Meric gets better and better. On page 22 we note the
existence of two committees, and a revolutionary army and police. The
rebels will be executed (sic,sic, sic). Isn’t this interesting?
The unions “will order everyone to get to work,” or else watch out.
After this a workers parliament (sic) will be named, which “will have
nothing in common with the odious parliamentarism of today.” Yeah, sure.
Even more as we’ve already noted, this charming little regime will have
nothing in common with the abominable bourgeois oppression.
There will also be a permanent labor council. And the comrade ends by
saying forthwith: “The current CGT already gives an approximate idea of
the future working class organization.” Won’t that be lovely!
In order to defend the new fatherland thus constructed, and which will
certainly be the gentlest of fatherlands, oh ineffable Meric, militias
will be formed. For war is inevitable...
And after talking about a “new morality imposing heavy obligations and
sacrifices,” after having told us of revolutionary prisons and
tribunals, in short, of what he himself calls worker tyranny, Citizen
Meric tranquilly concludes: “This isn’t for today, or for tomorrow.”
Didn’t I tell you he had the impassible humor of the Anglo-Saxons!
Citizen Meric is perhaps a joker or a refined humorist knowing how push
a joke to an extreme. I’d like to think so. But the fact is that there
are simple souls who accept these writings as gospel.
The harmful illusion is that of the belief in this redeeming revolution,
when there is no other redemption than that of the human personality,
when we can build nothing without having made better and stronger men.
The evil illusion is that of waiting for the revolt of the crowd, of the
organized, disciplined, regimented masses. In fact, the only fertile
acts are those committed by individuals knowing clearly what they want
and advancing without let or hindrance, needing neither chiefs nor
discipline. In fact, the only good rebellions are the immediate
rebellions of individuals refusing to wait any longer and decided to
immediate grab their portion of joy.
The imbecilic illusion is that of imagining that by violence alone, by
terror, by bombs and rifles we can create the new society. Violence
employed by brutes will be absurd and harmful. A society founded on
gibbets, maintained by the force of chains, will always be ignobly
oppressive. The revolution of anger and hatred, the revolution of
unionized fanatics can only make vainly flow torrents of blood and
prepare the arrival of new filibusterers.
In 1789 Robespierre’s dictatorship prepared the way for the Empire. The
guillotinades were the prelude to the Napoleonic carnage. The Terror, by
decreasing the value of human life, allowed free rein to the bloody
folly of the “Little Corsican.” This, brutally, is history’s response to
revolutionary illusions.
To be sure, society does not evolve without bumps, crises, bloody
shocks. Often, angry revolts, dictated by sentimental indignation or
instilled with faith in the salutary power of violence, break out and
are quickly repressed in the horrors of bourgeois reaction. They have
their use. They are inevitable. But we should have no illusions as to
their fate. Above all, we should not fool ourselves as to the
transformative value of force – of the blind force of fanaticized
crowds.
In certain circumstances acts of violence can be precious: when they
complete the work already accomplished by the revolution in mentalities.
And it’s a right, a right that sometimes becomes a duty, to rebel by
force against the crushing weight of authoritarian institutions. But to
deduce from this that the Terror is panacea is a lamentable error in
reasoning.
To think that through disordered shake-ups and with the savage energy of
worker cohorts we can abolish a power, establish a bit of harmony, is
infantile.
To imagine the ideal actor in the form of an individual quick with the
fist – or the gun – is naive.
In order to act fruitfully – in whatever way -it is indispensable to
know how to reflect, calculate, appreciate an action, to know how to
accomplish it with a vigorous hand. The actor – the individual whose
revolt, violent or not, is a factor in progress – must be a strong
personality, conscious, clear-headed and proud, not clouded with hatred
or illusions.
To think that impulsive, defective, ignorant crowds will have done with
the morbid illogic of capitalist society is a vulgar illusion. It is
precisely the defects of these crowds that must be destroyed so that
life can be ample and good for all. Bestial violence, hatred, the
sheep-like spirit of leaders, the credulity of the crowds, these are
what must be annihilated in order to transform society. Improving
individuals, purifying them, making them strong, making them ardently
love and desire life, making them capable of salutary revolts: these are
the sole resulted. There is no salvation outside the renewal of man!