The crowd is teeming in front of the old, majestic building. Betwixt the crowd passes a stirring, a murmuring; a certain electricity in the air. Why are they here? What’s going on? Why can’t they get into the imposing building in front of them? The crowd is comprised mostly of students, young adults who are fresh-faced and ready to face the world that their forefathers have laid out in front of them. Slowly but surely, a cry builds up from their bowels. A murmuring becomes a wave of sound, voices slowly raise up and cry in union…
DARKOS ENCULÈ!
The crowd goes wild! Laughs! Cheers! Screams of the paranoid insecurity that only those at that curious age could feel! Then they look around, unsure of themselves. Something has disturbed them, but what? For what reason? A boy in the crowd turns to his friend; “Hey, who the fuck is Darkos?”
This was the scene that greeted me on Tuesday morning in front of school as I tried to go to class. This is of course the student revolution in France that has risen up to combat the education reforms in France as being implemented by the French education minister Darkos. Yeah, I know. He sounds like the villain from some lame fantasy movie.
We had already experienced some minor uprising on Monday morning, as bright eyed and fresh faced, we went outside at 10 am to socialise and were greeted with a bunch of midgets hurling firecrackers at people. Oh, you crazy shiners, you. It was all fun and games until they came back on Tuesday morning to throw firecrackers at us again and one went off next to my frikkin’ EAR. But I digress.
I actually felt quite positive about these demonstrations. I am usually rather skeptical about student activism over here, especially in Béziers as most people getting out there are looking for an excuse to skip school and generally fuck around. But this seemed different: people actually seemed to care about what was going on because it affected their little brothers or sisters. It really seemed as if the student body of France had had enough of being pushed around by the government. It also bore exactly the sort of trademarks I look for when it comes to open revolution; the internet was only being used to keep people informed and to organize things and everyone I talked to was advocating active and open dissent and civil disobedience. What more could you want in a coup d’état?
But alas, all solid plans eventually go to waste. The student body is incredibly sloppy when it comes to organising such endeavours: a blocus (barricade) was supposed to be set up on the Tuesday: it comprised of several dustbins and a handful of arseholes trying to stop people from getting past. Luckily they rectified this problem on the Thursday, constructing metal grills and proper barricades on the stairs so that people were unable to get in. They actually did a decent enough job when it came to blocking up the school. At 9am we marched to Jean Moulin to “re-inforce” the barricades there, to find that half of the so-called “activists” were a bunch of 16-19 year old potheads who weren’t actually sure WHY they were demonstrating. They thought that Darkos was a character from Star-Wars. Oh, the horror. Nor did the sit-in in front of the mayor’s office (though I was not present, I had given up in exasperation) any use. They didn’t do anything. They just sat in front of the town hall and shouted obscenities at the police and mayor. No violence, nothing.
I mean what the fuck?! Did Che Guevara defeat Batista with harsh language? Did the Bolsheviks take over Russia with insults? I think not. Yet we’re here facing the pinnacle of apathy: people are happy to lend their support unless they think they’ll get arrested for it.
‘”Ah, but James!” you say, “Why were YOU not out there, molotov cocktail in bag and AK 47 in hand?! Why were YOU not killing cops left and right?” Well, dude. Come on, if you’re going to revolt at least make it for something worth while. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for student activism concerning the education reforms, but I don’t think an open revolution will change it. I’m simply trying to stereotype the mentality of the people who were protesting this week.
This has manifested itself perfectly today: half of the people want to keep the barricades up, half of them want to take them down. As I sit here writing this, I feel regret. Regret that the student body, while willing, is still horribly disorganized. How can we stand up for our rights if we can’t even agree on basic agendas? How can we do anything if we’re squabbling between ourselves?
How depressing.
Till next time,
James




