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From the In Defence of Youth Work archive: Were we being precious in 2009?

On By Tony TaylorIn Children and Young People, Education, History, Politics, Youth WorkLeave a comment

This is another historical piece lifted from the In Defence of Youth Work [IDYW] archives that may be of some passing interest.

This post contains an exchange between myself and Ravi Chandirimani, then the editor of CYPN. It dates from May 2009. He advised those involved in IDYW to embrace pragmatism. Being pragmatic has certainly done him no harm. He sits today on the Mark Allen Board of Directors. Fair enough. Does the success of his individual pragmatism expose the naive preciousness of the collective, that was the IDYW? Or, ironically, given the failure of IDYW to organise a successful resistance to the behavioural capture of youth work, what has been the price of the victory of Ravi’s pragmatic advice?

The links in the following paragraph do not work. Evidently, CYPN and its owners, the market-leading brand, Mark Allen Holdings don’t do history.

The debate about youth work values and core principles continues on the pages of Children and Young People Now In the article ‘Are government policies chipping away at youth work values?’ Janaki Mahadevan collects together the views of ‘a panel of experts’. Now being dubbed an expert does my head in, but we’ll leave this contemporary obsession with experts to another day. Whilst in a related Opinion piece ‘Youth Work must avoid isolationism’ Ravi Chandiramani advises us ‘to be pragmatic, not precious’.

Ravi Chandirimani

His argument unfolds as follows:

Youth work must avoid isolationism

De Montfort University’s inquiry on the impact of government policies on youth work has added to the sense of unease expressed in Tony Taylor’s open letter, In Defence of Youth Work, that its core principles are under threat.

This week we ask a number of experts to evaluate these concerns.

The anxieties themselves derive partly from the fact that the more eye-catching, headline-grabbing – and crucially, properly funded – initiatives that involve youth workers target certain groups of young people deemed to be “troubled”, “vulnerable”, “at risk” or whatever administrative label is the flavour of the month. Our feature this week on non-negotiable support offers one such example of these initiatives. Such targeted youth support defies youth work’s cherished value that the relationship between a young person and youth worker is voluntary. It may not be youth work in its purest form, granted, but targeted support calls on a number of youth work skills to build relationships with young people.

The anxieties are fuelled also by requirements for youth work nowadays to demonstrate accredited outcomes and the feeling that these are dictating practice. However, as London Youth’s Nick Wilkie states, it is entirely reasonable to assess youth work’s impact on young lives, particularly since cuts in public spending are forcing all children’s and youth services to prove their benefit.

What we have at the moment is a bit of a stand-off between policymakers and some sections of the youth work community. From the government, amid initiative after initiative targeting the country’s problematic youth, what is missing is a clear articulation of support for youth work in its purest sense: as voluntary, informal, providing young people with someone to talk to, somewhere to socialise, and activities that boost young people’s confidence.

That said, youth workers have to accept reality. Other professions in the children’s sector – teachers and social workers among them – have had to adapt beyond their core skills base to ensure the young get the services and support they need. At a time when youth workers are being given the opportunity to play a more central role through the youth professional status, some risk becoming isolationist, and marginalising themselves from the Every Child Matters agenda, which has plenty to commend it. They should defend their turf, by all means, but now is a good time to be pragmatic, not precious.

I have responded in the following vein:

Ravi

This is a curious piece. In order to make your case you are forced to create a Strawperson: a precious youth worker refusing to face reality, devoid of pragmatic intuition, marching off into splendid isolation. Now the DMU Inquiry is not the work of such a fictional character. Bernard Davies and Brian Merton have laboured seriously for decades in both a pragmatic and principled way in support of process-led, young person-centred voluntary youth work practice. If there is a stand-off between policymakers and the likes of Bernard and Brian, it is a situation of the policymakers’ making. It is down to the bureaucracy’s failure to enter into an authentic dialogue with the folk who understand and do the job. Of course, I accept that I might be identified as an out-of-touch maverick. However, the contradiction is that the Open Letter is not at all a personal statement. It is an effort to distil the mood and thinking of a diversity of practitioners with whom I have been closely involved in recent years. Within the missive, we use the idea of ‘democratic and emancipatory’ youth work to describe the form of youth work we favour and wish to defend. Myself, unlike some of my closest friends, I have no desire to claim that what is going on under New Labour is not Youth Work. My problem is that it is a form of Youth Work that is imposed, prescriptive and normative, which doesn’t mean that the people doing it are evil and nasty. It does mean that those, going along with its agenda, have accepted that the purpose of Youth Work is control and conformity.

And it is the question of purpose which is at the heart of the resurgent debate about Youth Work. It has little to do with your confusing reference to skills. If teachers and social workers have ‘adapted beyond their core skills base’, it is not so that they can become better at working with their students and clients, but rather that they become better at form-filling and the like. What has been altered is the focus of education and social work: away from educating a child for life towards a narrow vocationalism, away from social welfare to social punishment. Increasingly within these professions, people are protesting that enough is enough. And so it is within Youth Work. Our desire is to contest the meaning imposed on our engagement with young people.

I will outstay my welcome if I respond properly to the mythical idea that the quantitative amassing of accredited outcomes gives some ground-breaking insight into the impact of youth work on young people or that it provides some ‘robust’ defence against public spending cuts. So let me close on the question of pragmatism, which has never been in short supply within Youth Work. In my own case, you don’t hold down jobs in senior management in Youth Work for 20 years without sadly having to be pragmatic. But it’s one thing being pragmatic as a necessity in specific circumstances, it is quite another to make of pragmatism a virtue, or even a philosophy. For pragmatism suffers at heart from a lack of vision and imagination.

Ravi, I think your advice is wide of the historical mark. With politicians and policymakers on the run, spewing in their breathlessness chunks of rhetoric about democracy, the devolution of power and the crisis of the body politic, our arguments about the need for an open, democratic and pluralist youth work will not isolate or marginalise us. More and more folk are saying similar things about their particular turf in all parts of the State and civil society. Now is a precious time, not to be wasted, to be principled and imaginative, not passively pragmatic.

Tony

As ever your criticisms and comments are welcomed. Are we in danger of being isolated?

Chatting Critically in the kafeneio, March 28, Gavalohori, Crete

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A view from above the Kafeneio, H Ελπίδα, the Gavalohori plateia. Thanks to @gavalohori

After my musing upon Authoritarianism the other week a number of those present indicated an interest in some sort of monthly discussion group. To this end, I’m proposing that anyone animated by the idea, whether or not they were at the talk itself, meet in the fittingly named kafeneio, ‘H Ελπίδα’ or Hope, situated on the plateia of Gavalohori at 10.30 a.m on Tuesday, March 28.

I’ve no idea who might be able to come and I won’t be offended if I finish up sitting on my own. It’s happened before in more than one English pub. However, if you are able to grace us with your presence I will be chuffed. It would be helpful if you could let me know so I can forewarn Giorgos about the hordes likely to descend on the kafeneio. Contact me at tonymtaylor@gmail.com or ring/text 00447547195092.

As for what we might talk about it feels a good starting point would be to share with one another a little bit about ourselves and what issues we find most interesting and/or pressing. I’ll come with some prepared thoughts in case we’re all struck dumb. To use such an old cliche in itself opens up a discussion about correct/incorrect, sensitive/insensitive language! Chuck in pronouns and that would be a fascinating exchange.

It’s important to stress that our dialogue should seek to be respectful of a diversity of opinion. More than ever we need to listen to each other and guard against labelling arguments as being Left, Right or whatever. Let’s chat with an open mind and question each other with empathy and tolerance. More than ever we need to be conscious of the ways in which we have been manipulated in recent times. The present and the future need critically aware citizens.

Hoping our paths might cross soon,

Tony Taylor

Postscript

My dear friend, comrade and confirmed Graecophile, Malcolm Ball, who died exactly two years ago, would be made up with the idea of a Critically Chatting discussion group on Crete. I can just see him with a cheeky morning ‘Mythos’ in hand, suggesting, after a lengthy, even frustrating exchange of views, that we let our thoughts ‘marinate’ until the next time – a piece of advice well worth absorbing.

International Women’s Day, Clara Zetkin and the Class Struggle

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Clara Zetkin, the German delegate at the International Socialist Women’s conference in Copenhagen in 1910, was instrumental in establishing International Women’s Day. ‘The day must be international, she argued, because these sufferings are shared by all the oppressed, regardless of national borders. It is women’s day because, in her words, the inhuman burden of global capitalism weighs with especial heaviness on women.’ It may be that her political stance, her uncompromising opposition to capitalism, is perceived as outdated, even embarrassing to some of today’s sponsors of International Women’s Day.

However, as Dalia Nassar and Kristin Gjesdal argue, concerning 8 March and International Women’s Day, one of the takeaways from Clara Zetkin is that once her work is read within a broader context of women’s philosophical contribution, there is no tension between a radical fight for women’s rights and living conditions and a universalist analysis of oppression in its many shapes and forms. For Zetkin, 8 March could never be a celebration of womanhood. It was, instead, part of a sustained fight for a society under which women, of all colours and walks of life, could lead genuinely human lives. Her mission was radical; her message was universal.

One of the most important and formative moments of my political life was travelling down to London overnight to be on the Grunwick picket line – the year 1977. I did so in the company of a convoy of cars and coaches carrying trade unionists and supporters travelling to the Grunwick film processing plant in Willesden. Twenty thousand strong, we were there in solidarity with the courageous group of Asian women workers led by Jayaben Desai out on strike fighting for trade union recognition. They remain an inspiration today – an expression of Zetkin’s universal message,’ all for one, one for all’.

There are many herstories of the dispute – for example https://www.striking-women.org/module/striking-out/grunwick-dispute

I was moved to scribble this post by the chance appearance of these two posters from the period in question.

POWER TO THE SISTERS

Talking about Authoritarianism in a quiet, idyllic Greek village

On By Tony TaylorIn History, neoliberalism, Politics, Youth Work1 Comment
A recent painting of a village house by Marilyn

A couple of days ago I gave a talk initially entitled ‘Sleepwalking into Authoritarianism’ in the surreal setting of a sleepy Greek village. As is my wont I had made heavy weather of putting together the presentation. Even the day before the event the floor around my desk was laden with discarded attempts to write something worth hearing.

Amongst the many considerations influencing my weary way – I still handwrite and forever return to my varied beginnings to start afresh – were two in particular.

  1. I felt overwhelmed with information. I didn’t view this mass of opinion as misinformed, disinformed or whatever. It was simply stuff I had to scrutinise to the best of my ability and in the full knowledge of my own ideological disposition. Somehow I had to pull something together that reflected my sense of what’s happening in society without boring folk to tears.
  2. And the folk in question, so it proved, were a motley bunch with no shared background, expertise or experience. Even if a majority were retired immigrants from the UK, others present were younger, alongside those for whom English was a second language.

In the event, it seemed to go well. I was forgiven for my age-old habit of preparing flip chart prompts, only to overlook them completely. There was exquisitely timed melodrama. As I uttered the exclamation, ‘all hell was let loose’ a plastic chair, not for the first or last time on Crete, collapsed under poor Ralph sitting in the front row. He went down with quite a wallop, his coffee flying in all directions. As ever in such circumstances hilarity mixed with concern. However, Ralph quickly regained his composure, aided by the provision of two chairs in one. In accord with the adage, the show went on regardless. I hardly had time to take a breath.

In truth, if I dare use such an abused phrase, this lively moment was probably a blessed relief, given the doom-laden content of much of my offering. Nonetheless, a number of people responded positively to the idea of a monthly discussion group, to the opportunity of meeting regularly to converse critically about what’s going on in the world.

Thus I will write up my notes under the changed title, ‘Authoritarianism: Chains Loosened, Shackles Tightened’. and incorporate some of the telling points made in the Q&A end to the morning. Hopefully, I’ll sort this out in the next fortnight. All being well we will meet in the week beginning Sunday, March 19th. Further details will be circulated soon.

Thanks to all who came, to the committee of the Kalamitsi village for the use of the Old School and to Phil and Fran [Kalamitsi Arts Group] for the arrangements.

The Inextricable Relations of the Struggle around Class, Race, Gender and Sexuality – the example of Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners

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When I first discovered left-wing politics or more precisely Trotskyism in the early 1970s there was growing criticism that Marxism in practice prioritised class struggle above all else. The typical class militant was seen as telling women, black people, gays and lesbians that they must wait upon their demands till after the revolution. I was fortunate to join the Marxist Worker Group [MWG], a tiny organisation based in the North-West of England. Therein the question of women’s liberation was central. Within the group, we read and discussed passionately the works of Rosa Luxemburg, Clara Zeitkin and Alexandra Kollontai, along with contemporary figures such as Sheila Rowbotham, whose groundbreaking book, ‘Woman’s Consciousness, Man’s World’ was published in 1974. Over the decades I moved slowly and contrarily away from Marxism’s certitude towards Anarchism’s uncertainty. However, I will remain forever grateful to the members of MWG, such as the formidable Eileen Murphy for an argumentative, challenging beginning to my political life in which class, gender, race and sexuality were inextricably intertwined.

Thus, over the decades, I have sought to argue for this crucial intertwining in both practice and theory. In the Community and Youth Workers Union, along with Roy Ratcliffe himself a leading figure in MWG. we gained majority support in 1981 for a constitution, which placed the right to caucus at the very heart of the union’s democracy, emphasising the interrelatedness of class, gender, race and sexuality.

Ironically, given my opening remarks, as the years passed by, I found myself lamenting the disappearance of a class struggle analysis from both the professional and political spheres. For example, I wrote a piece for Youth & Policy’s History series, ‘Youth Work and Class: The Struggle that dare not Speak Its Name’, which argued at one point:

In focusing on a notion of the Class Struggle and its absence from Youth Work discourse I risk being seen as a geriatric Leftie, trying stubbornly to resurrect the discredited idea that class is primary, relegating the significance of other social relations. This is not at all my desire.  My point is no more and no less than that the political struggle for equality, freedom and justice must have a rounded and interrelated sense of the relations of class, gender, race, sexuality and disability.  None of them makes proper sense without reference to each other.  If this inextricable knot is recognised, the silence about class within most Youth Work is deeply disturbing.

As best I can see and my glasses may need more than a cursory clean the outlook of the contemporary Left and its base in the professional classes is dominated by a version of ‘identity politics’, within which the inextricable knot is utterly undone. Identities compete rather than cooperate. Over forty years ago Heidi Hartmann worried about the unhappy marriage of Marxism and Feminism. She argued for a more progressive union. Today we witness a clash between trans and feminist politics that seems to defy any idea of reconciliation. In this context to ponder a relationship between trans and class politics seems to be off with the fairies. Whilst I am aware that trans activists have influenced the policies of trade unions, to what extent have they captured the hearts and minds of the memberships? On the ground the going might well be tough I remember the rows between women and men at one of the first 1984 national miners’ demonstrations in Mansfield. The miners were taken to task for chanting, ‘get yer tits out for the lads’. The women, the feminists didn’t write off the blokes. They argued their corner and, to use a trite phrase, good things happened. Perhaps I’m out of touch but as much as ever we need to renew a questioning yet forgiving dialogue across the identities. Such a culture of openness requires time, patience and guts. If we take courage, the rich need take care. For now, the ruling class remains delighted by our divisions, both feeding and feeding off our estrangement from one another. Certainly though, we can all, whoever we are, draw strength from the inspiring intervention in 1984/85 of the group, ‘Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners’. I can vouch for the impact of its courageous intervention upon the consciousness of both the men and women of the mining communities in Leicestershire and Derbyshire, where I was a committed activist.

Grateful thanks to Working Class History for reminding us of the following.

Yesterday, 11 February 1987, Mark Ashton, Irish communist and co-founder of Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners, died aged just 26. LGSM raised huge amounts of money for Welsh miners during the great strike of 1984-5, and both brought the ideas of the workers’ movement to the gay community and brought the idea of gay and sexual liberation to the workers’ movement.

Ashton died of complications related to AIDS, at a time when the UK government had failed to take action to combat HIV.

His friend, LGSM co-founder Mike Jackson, stated at a memorial event: “To this day, Mark’s loss remains deeply felt by so many family members and friends… Driven, principled and charismatic, Mark would have achieved so much more if he had not died so young.”

The group, and Mark, were immortalised in the fantastic 2014 film, Pride.

Learn more about LGSM and Mark, in our podcast episodes 27-29 with participants. Find them on every major podcast app or on our website: https://workingclasshistory.com/…/e23-25-lesbians-gays…/

The Guardian 2014 – It’s not Russia that’s pushed Ukraine to the brink of war

On By Tony TaylorIn History, Politics1 Comment

The armaments industry can’t believe its good fortune as its deathly goods pour into the Ukraine. To question any of this is to be derided as a Putin apologist. At the very least it’s worth reflecting on this article by Seamus Milne, which appeared in Comment is Free, well over eight years ago.

‘The reality is that after two decades of Nato expansion, this crisis was triggered by the west’s attempt to pull Ukraine decisively into its orbit … ‘ Illustration: Matt Kenyon

Milne begins:

The threat of war in Ukraine is growing. As the unelected government in Kiev declares itself unable to control the rebellion in the country’s east, John Kerry brands Russia a rogue state. The US and the European Union step up sanctions against the Kremlin, accusing it of destabilising Ukraine. The White House is reported to be set on a new cold war policy with the aim of turning Russia into a “pariah state”

He concludes:

The US and EU have already overplayed their hand in Ukraine. Neither Russia nor the western powers may want to intervene directly, and the Ukrainian prime minister’s conjuring up of a third world war presumably isn’t authorised by his Washington sponsors. But a century after 1914, the risk of unintended consequences should be obvious enough – as the threat of a return of big-power conflict grows. Pressure for a negotiated end to the crisis is essential.

In 2023 it is neither fanciful nor neurotic to fear an escalation into a nuclear conflict.

Today Milne’s analysis would not be offered the time of the day – least of all in the war-mongering Guardian.

Read in full at https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/apr/30/russia-ukraine-war-kiev-conflict

Phil Scraton reflects upon the 1958 Munich Cover-Up

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In an era within which the powerful fall over themselves to claim that they are the victims of misinformation and disinformation it is revealing to read Phil Scraton’s eloquent and painstaking dissection of the cover-up, following the tragic 1958 Munich air crash, an event deeply embedded in sporting history. It confirms the necessity to be ever wary of the official narrative, to preserve an intuitive mistrust of the State. In addition, see the post, Perverting the course of justice: “cover-up of the cover-up of the cover-up” which contains Phil’s chapter ‘Sanitising Hillsborough’ from his acclaimed book, ‘Hillsborough: the Truth’.

Munich
6 February 1958

The remarkable sequence of events that led to the crash-landing of
a highly sophisticated British Airways’ Boeing 777 at London
Heathrow on 17 January 2008 was greeted with astonishment by
aviation specialists. Some two miles out from its destination, 500
feet above the ground, Flight BA03Munich lost the power necessary to
land normally. It happened without warning and the alarm system
also failed. The pilot manually glided the plane down, dipping its
nose to maximise length and lifting at the last minute to hurdle the
3 metre perimeter fence. All energy lost to the final manoeuvre, the
plane literally belly-flopped from 10 feet onto grass, severing the
undercarriage and ploughing a 400 foot furrow to the edge of the
runway. It was highly skilled flying demanding the calmest
concentration. Without doubt, both pilots and the 14 person crew
saved the lives of 136 passengers. In the immediate aftermath
‘experts’ theorised the most likely cause to be a freak, localised
weather glitch or pilot error. Unanimously they agreed that a
system failure within the plane was highly unlikely. They were
wrong.


Over the last decade we have become so accustomed to flying,
reassured by statistics proclaiming an impressive safety record well
ahead of road or rail travel. Planes are technologically so advanced,
runways kept in excellent condition, pilots highly trained and the
aviation revolution has opened access beyond all expectations.
While the cost to the environment and to communities is hotly
debated the advances in safety are uncontested. Fifty years ago,
however, things were massively different with much of the
technology experimental, knowledge limited and conditions
arbitrary.


Few people flew. As a young child I remember waving off my sister
from Speke Airport, now a Marriott Hotel, as she left for Lourdes.
She was the sole member of our extended family to have boarded a
plane. Most of the men had been to sea, docking in ports
throughout the world, but none had flown. I have flown more air
miles in the last eight months than in the first 35 years of my life.
Living in Belfast I fly far more than I use any other form of
transport. Flying has become habitual and within advanced
industrial societies it embraces all classes.


Back then, football was my passion and Billy Liddell my hero.
Liverpool were in the Second Division and not doing so well. Most of
my mates were Blues although those kids whose families were less
committed supported Wolves or Spurs or whoever else was winning.


When Dad took me to Anfield he’d buy a seat in the main stand and
lift me over the turnstile. I’d sit on his knee for the game. From the
Main Stand, the Kop was unbelievable to watch. In the top right
corner the ‘Boys Pen’ – girls not welcome – looked frightening but
exciting. Wee scallies flicked lit matches down onto cloth-capped
heads below safe in the knowledge that they were untouchable in
the pen.

Duncan Edwards (Manchester United). 20/8/56. 1956 / 57 season. Credit : Colorsport


One day both would be my graduation although I’d sometimes slip
into the Paddock, close to the halfway line. If Billy and our yellow
jerseyed goalie, Tommy Younger, were special, I looked to United’s
Duncan Edwards as an inspiration. If he could play for England so
young, so could I! We didn’t have a telly but I read the reports and
out the back of our house I imagined I had all the moves – I still do.
How I wished Duncan had played for us …

It was a cold evening in February 1958 when the radio broke the
news that a plane carrying Manchester United’s team had crashed
at Munich airport. The manager, the likeable Matt Busby, and his
renowned ‘Busby Babes’, were among the dead and injured. It was
devastating news especially as playing in Europe was a recent
development. We were stunned and I remember going to bed that
night, looking at the pictures of the team in my Football Diary and
praying that the great Duncan would be alright. Soon we knew.
Seven players, three United staff, seven journalists and three others
had died. Duncan Edwards and Matt Busby were critically ill. Among
the journalists the legendary Frank Swift, former Manchester City
goalie, was gone. I’d heard stories about his incredible agility and
massive hand span. Duncan passed away 15 days later, and a co-
pilot also died in hospital. Nine players, including the young Bobby
Charlton, survived – as did the Captain, James Thain, and eleven
others. While I was oblivious to what was happening in Manchester
– despite it being just ‘up’ the East Lancs I’d never been there – the
tragedy left an indelible impression on my childhood.


The European Cup had been introduced only three years earlier and
in the 1956-7 season United were the first English team involved.
They made it to the semis and lost to the brilliant Real Madrid who
went on to win the trophy. The following year, having won the First
Division, the Busby Babes were favourites. They beat Dukla Prague,
the Czech champions, 3-1 on aggregate and in the quarter finals
returned to the Balkans to play Yugoslavia’s Crvena Zvezda, known
to us as Red Star Belgrade. On 14 January United beat Red Star 2-1
at Old Trafford.


The midwinter return was in Belgrade on 5 February. The club
chartered a British European Airways’ 47 seater plane for players,
staff and journalists and flew via Munich for refuelling. Both pilots
were experienced captains and knew each other well. They landed
the plane in Belgrade in challenging weather conditions. So serious
was the situation that airport control was unaware of the plane’s
arrival until it appeared from the gloom taxiing across the tarmac.
The match was played and despite being 3-0 up at half-time United
were held 3-3, winning the tie 5-4 on aggregate. Several others
joined the return flight to Manchester bringing the passenger list to
38.


Landing at Munich the runway was laden with slush. It continued to
snow. Before leaving for Manchester the crew checked the wings,
ensuring no ice had formed. The pilots agreed de-icing was
unnecessary. As Captain Thain had flown the outbound flight his
friend Captain Rayment was at the controls and they had changed
seats. As the plane accelerated along the runway the pilots realised
there were problems with the engines and the pressure gauges on
the instrument panel. They abandoned take-off and braked heavily,
skidding to a halt through the slush. Apparently the cause was
‘boost-surging’ within the engines, a problem previously
experienced with this type of airplane.


Clearance was given for a second take off attempt but again, as the
plane picked up speed, the pilots aborted. This time the plane
returned to the parking bay for checks. Photographs show clearly
that there had been a fresh fall of snow on the tarmac adding to the
slush. All passengers disembarked. The pilots and the station
engineer decided against retuning the engines. A third take-off
attempt was agreed. The wings were considered to be ice free but
the runway was holding more snow together with an uneven
distribution of slush. A quick inspection by airport staff, however,
gave the go-ahead.


Reluctantly the team and other passengers returned to the aircraft.
To overcome the engine problem the pilot opened the throttles
slowly as the plane sped down the runway. It picked up speed
towards take off and the pilots successfully dealt with some engine
surging. Hitting the undisturbed slush, the plane lost speed, and
running out of tarmac it ploughed across snow-laden grass,
smashed the perimeter fence then hitting a house, a tree and a
garage. The plane caught fire in small pockets but the main fuel
tank remained secure.


What followed were moments of great heroism as uninjured staff
and players climbed back into the plane to rescue those trapped
and injured, including Matt Busby. Already 20 people were dead.
Once the rescue services arrived the fires were doused and Captain
Rayment was cut free. He died later.

That evening the German accident investigators arrived. Without
proper lighting, they examined the wreck concluding that the wings
were iced up, covered by the subsequent fall of snow. This early
determination was established as the sole cause of the disaster.
BEA sent an investigation team to Munich. It found no engine
deficiencies. All indications, including the opinion of the station
engineer, was that slush on the runway had caused the plane’s
deceleration. Captain Thain agreed.


Yet the West German Traffic and Transport Ministry announced that
‘the aircraft did not leave the ground’ probably ‘as the result of ice
on the wings’. Captain Thain was criticised for not providing a
satisfactory explanation as to why he did not ‘discontinue the final
attempt to take off’. Thus the blame was laid entirely at the door of
the pilots. A finding of snow accumulation and slush on the runway,
alongside inadequate inspection would have placed responsibility on
the authorities.


In April 1958, behind closed doors, a full German Inquiry was held.
The German senior investigator selected witnesses and, remarkably,
the airport controllers were not called to give evidence. After much
controversy and contradiction by ‘experts’ regarding ice on the
plane’s wings it became clear that the Inquiry judge favoured icing
as the disaster’s principal cause. ‘Other circumstances’ might have
contributed, but it was now too late to determine their relevance. A
year and a month after the disaster the Inquiry report was released.
Ice on the wings was the ‘decisive cause’ and the pilots, Rayment
(dead) and Thain (alive), were held responsible.


The BEA Safety Committee, however, refuted the report’s
conclusions although it accepted that icing on the wings might have
been a contributory factor. Slush on the runway, however, was
judged crucial. Captain Thain was criticised for not occupying the
seat in the cockpit appropriate for the senior captain. A devastated
Thain, under suspension and his career in ruins, was determined to
clear his name. Yet a further hearing in 1960 criticised his failure to
ensure that the wings were free of ice and he was sacked. He had
breached regulations by occupying the wrong seat. Manchester
United’s negligence case against BEA was settled out of court.


As scientific knowledge developed further, investigative trials were
held. In November 1965 a second inquiry was convened in Germany
to consider the new evidence. Some consideration of slush on the
runway was accepted but ice on the wings ‘was still to be regarded
as the essential cause’. The following April the British Ministry of
Aviation retorted that the ‘strong likelihood’ was ‘there was no
significant icing during take off’ and ‘the principal cause of the crash
was the effect of slush on the runway’. A decade beyond the
disaster a British inquiry was convened. A key witness, previously
not called – an aeronautical engineer first on the scene, stated
categorically that the wings were not iced. Not only had the German
authorities failed to call him to their inquiries but his written
statement had been altered to omit a crucial element of his
testimony.


Photographic evidence, it seemed, also had been altered. In 1969
the British inquiry report concluded that slush had impeded the
nose wheel of the aircraft and the subsequent drag on all wheels
was the ‘prime cause’ of its failure to lift off. Once deceleration had
happened there was insufficient runway to pick up speed and ‘blame
for the accident is NOT to be imputed to Captain Thain’. The
German authorities rejected the findings. Captain Thain died of a
heart attack at the young age of 54.


Mike Kemble, whose research has been extensive, states: ‘there is
no doubt … that a cover-up was engineered by the West German
authorities, possibly even as high as the Federal Government in Bonn. There was never going to be any doubt about the outcome
from the first inspection of the crash site to the publication of the
report’. He raises ten important unanswered questions regarding
the disaster and its aftermath. His detailed research has drawn on many other sources including Captain Rayment’s son, Steve.

Reading Mike’s work and a range of other material for this overview
has answered many of the questions and concerns that troubled me
in the late 1960s. I have always been uneasy that Munich was
considered an ‘accident’ due mainly to pilot error. My analyses of
disasters over the last 20 years have shown a clear and
unambiguous reluctance of authorities to accept responsibility for
their culpable acts or omissions, for their institutionalised negligent
custom and practice. It suits those in power, whether public bodies
or private corporations, to lay blame with individuals at the coal
face rather than look to their institutionalised failings.


What is clear from the above is the depth of injustice endured by
the bereaved and survivors of Munich, not least Captains Thain and
Rayment and their families who fought for so long to clear their
names. The parallels with Hillsborough are clear, right down to the
failure to call witnesses and the review and alteration of statements.
It is my view, and one I hope that is shared by all who read this,
that our commitment to Justice for the 96 should bring compassion
for all who died and suffered in the cold of Munich 1958. Our
common purpose should unite us. Life and justice is all – and
football is but our shared passion. That passion, however, should
never spill over into hatred, the vilification of the dead or
exacerbating the suffering of the bereaved and survivors.
As I write this my tears are in sadness for those lost and injured
and for those whose lives were cut short by their pain. They are
tears also in anger towards those from both cities who have dared
taint the memory of the dead and desecrate the experiences of the
bereaved and survivors.

Some of the Busby Babes

Justice for Munich – Justice for Hillsborough
Remembering those who died

Players


Geoff Bent
Roger Byrne (Capt)
Eddie Coleman
Duncan Edwards
Mark Jones
David Pegg
Tommy Taylor
Liam Whelan


Non Players


Tom Cable (Club Steward)
Walter Crickmer (Club Secretary)
Tom Curry (Club Trainer) Alf Clarke (Manchester Evening Chronicle)
Don Davies (Manchester Guardian)
George Follows (Daily Herald)
Tom Jackson (Manchester Evening News)
Archie Ledbrooke (Daily Mirror)
Bela Miklos (Travel Agent)
Capt Ken Rayment (Pilot) Henry Rose (Daily Express)
Willie Satinoff (Fan)
Eric Thompson (Daily Mail)
Frank Swift( News of the World)
Bert Whalley (Club Coach)


© Phil Scraton 2008

Professor Phil Scraton is Professor of Criminology at the Institute of
Criminology and Criminal Justice, School of Law, Queen’s
University, Belfast. He is the author of two acclaimed works on the
Hillsborough Disaster: “No Last Rights: The Denial of Justice and
the Promotion of Myth in the Aftermath of the Hillsborough Disaster”and “Hillsborough: The Truth”.

FROM THE IN DEFENCE OF YOUTH WORK ARCHIVE – Lenny Sellars on THE GREAT YOUTHWORK© HEIST

On By Tony TaylorIn History, Politics, Youth WorkLeave a comment

I’ve copied this from the In Defence of Youth Work website, which I still maintain. It may be of interest to some.

Months ago I promised that I would begin retrieving posts from what we dubbed the IDYW archive. It is belated but hopefully, this is a start.

The challenging piece, ‘The Great Youth Work Heist’ appeared on the IDYW website in January 2010. I had come across the author Lenny Sellars on a youth work forum hosted to its credit at that time by the magazine, ‘Children and Young People Now’, a commitment to debate long past. However, I knew Lenny only by his pseudonym, ‘God’s Lonely Youth Worker’. We bumped into one another in the bar at the November 2009 Federation of Detached Youth Work conference held in a miserably wet Wigan. My recollection is that we were a mite uncertain about one another, our opening exchanges somewhat stilted. We did discover though a common bond from outside youth work, namely the pits, appropriate seeing we were sat at the centre of the once vital Lancashire coalfield. We were both from mining families. Lenny had worked down the pit and out of it during the historic NUM Strike of 1984/85. My dad was the last Taylor to go underground but I had been a committed activist in Leicestershire and Derbyshire during the dispute. Stories swapped we warmed to one another.

Lenny became very involved for some years in the IDYW Campaign. For example, he led a discussion on ‘Where Are We Up To?’ and ‘Where Are We Going?’ at a December 2012 Seminar in Manchester. I reported.

The opening contribution to the first session around the Campaign’s sense of identity and purpose was led by the self-styled ‘raggedy-arsed’ Lenny Sellars from Grimethorpe, home of arguably the greatest colliery brass band formed in the revolutionary year of 1917. His forthright challenge might be summed up as follows:

  • Has our commitment to defending democratic youth work been compromised by our involvement in the wider campaign to defend jobs and services in their increasing plurality?
  • Are the omens for the development of IDYW good or bad?
  • With the demise of New Labour, our initial foe, who or what is today’s nemesis?
  • Is IDYW failing to widen its support because it is viewed as too political and/or too intellectual?

Lenny kept true to this line of questioning and in the end felt that IDYW had lost its way. We parted company on the best of terms. We were poorer for his absence from our ranks.

The following has lost none of its necessary provocations.

THE GREAT YOUTHWORK© HEIST

So… I attended the Federation for Detached Youth Work Conference at Wigan in November last year and I must declare that I became increasingly charged throughout the weekend with a delightful positivity and felt an unusual level of intense inspiration from the radiant enthusiasm and passion of the guest speakers and other attendees. And then Tom Wylie spoke. He charged youth work purists with being hopeless romantics and scoffed at the thought that there was any value in the convivial relationship between youth worker and young person. My positivity plummeted and my hope wilted with every word that fell from his lips. There seemed to be a cruel irony in that a conference with the theme “Positive About The Street” should end with such a negative tone. Nonetheless, I took a lot from the conference and have managed to recoup some positivity by exorcising all those nagging despondencies by writing them down on a sheet of paper (or three) and sharing them with some poor recipient who probably doesn’t deserve the burden. It’s a lengthy diatribe and the first page of overcast reflection was written about 6 months ago so I’m actually recycling despair.

Lenny up a hill if not a mountain

I get the feeling that I’ve been climbing a mountain for fifteen years only to find that the architects of social policy have built another mountain on top, twice as big and twice as steep. Metaphorically the mountain represents the daily grind of wading, chest-high through the formalised social control that is currently trading under the title of youth work©. I’ve got my own vision of the summit and the clarity is startling. But that’s just a vision. The reality is a jumbled mess of strategic clichés.

There’s an enthusiastic buzz in the conference rooms about a new youth initiative. It sits well on the handouts and the power-point presentation is dynamic. The power suits love it. They are impressed. Eagerly they display their new buzz-words and acronyms like kids display the labels on their designer clothes. I look forward to the meeting in 2 months’ time when we hear the feedback that despite the fact that they displayed the posters, posted the leaflets, spent £200 on a buffet, £80 on renting a room and £100 on hiring a scratch DJ… no one turned up. I could tell them now but that would seem arrogant, negative and curmudgeonly.

So I’m looking up at the mountain. The lofty peaks of middle-class strategy; the precarious ridges of output driven work; the sheer-face obstacles of tedious bureaucracy; the harsh climate of prescribed funding…. and I think, why can’t someone just give me the money and the resources to continue delivering the effective, front-line, needs-led work that I’ve been practising for the last 17 years?

Does it sound treacherous to declare my contempt for the Every Child Matters agenda and everything it stands for? I have to be careful about this. I feel as though I’m offending the deeply religious principle of some deeply religious disciples.

Something’s got to give. I’ve been at odds with the system for the past 15 years. In fact, we now seem to be walking in opposite directions. I’ve tried to push against it but it’s too big. I’ve even tried to ignore it but it owns the tools that I need to do my work. The system also seems to have become much more aggressive over the years. It wears an imperious sneer as it keeps wasting vast amounts of money on initiatives that defy logic and this is where I am defeated because I have one of those heads that refuses to engage with the illogical. So it isn’t that I won’t play it’s more that I can’t play.

I think one of the main problems we now have in reclaiming effective youth work© is that it has been (and still is as I type) travelling in the wrong direction at 100 mph. And to be honest, there’s little left to reclaim. The bureaucracy fears innovation because innovation is unpredictable. Face-to-face youth workers seem to be judged on their ability to gather information and on how much bullshit you can fit on a monitoring sheet. youth work© is aspiring to the same dizzy heights of the Social Services – losing connection with the world outside whilst wallowing in the esoteric ambience of Über-professionalism.

It’s a pretty simple diagram. The more you get involved with the strategic levels the further away you move from the reality of your purpose. The closer to front-line delivery you work, the more ridiculous the strategic aims look.

My own experience has shown me that pre-determined outcomes imposed on youth work© have created a culture of disingenuous motivation, which has also promoted the inevitable course of dishonesty. My heart sinks when I begin to imagine the percentage of accreditations which have been frantically forged by the pressurised youth worker with a target to meet. When you introduce a formal target into an informal methodology you’re bound to create a tension and you will also generate a fear of the consequences of failing to meet these targets. And it is under these conflicting conditions that youth workers start feeding the system with irrelevant and often imaginary outputs.

Prescribed outputs frequently require systems and procedures which have a detrimental effect on the values of youth work©. Youth work© is based on specific values and if you strip away those values in pursuance of achieving outputs then you should not describe it as youth work©. I have lots of personal examples of how this imposed cosmetic formality and tokenistic accreditation has frustrated the youth work© process and jeopardised the effective relationship we build with young people.

History has demonstrated that effective outputs will always occur as a result of organic youth work© processes. So who is really at fault here? Is it youth workers’ inability to define the value of youth work© or is it the inability of the bean-counter to understand it? Why persecute the youth worker for not being able to translate something organic and unpredictable into business language. We sow a seed in a young person’s head and it stands to reason that sometimes the youth worker may not even be around when the seed eventually blooms – a real and meaningful output which will be lost and unrecorded and unquantifiable but will still have a significant impact. It isn’t always possible to predict the outcome of genuine youth work© and it isn’t always possible to measure the true impact because some of the most valuable outcomes don’t always manifest for many years.

Youth work© will always be vulnerable and exposed to the people who seek to bureaucratise it and once youth work© is bureaucratised it becomes something else. And so the very thing that makes it effective will also, in the end, destroy it. There is no room for informality in a social structure dominated by bureaucracy. We satisfy the needs of the systems of bureaucracy rather than addressing the needs of young people. Servants of bureaucracy rather than a practitioner of this cherished craft.

What I value most in the relationships we create through effective Youth work © is the bridge that it builds between marginalisation and the mainstream. The bridge we create is the value of our work. A young person steps on this bridge as soon as you contact them and they walk its span when you engage them in activities and it is this “distance travelled” that I cherish.

You need compassion, empathy, realism, and a good degree of common sense to truly understand the value of real youth work©. I can’t give the bureaucrats any of these qualities and therefore I can’t help them to understand how they are contributing to the demolition of an essential social provision. I think you need to digest and internalise the values of youth work© to actually understand its true worth.

What is the way forward? Well, having travelled this path of disenchantment for about 10 years I have something of a vague bearing.

And so, to the notion of creating a parallel youth service which engages with real young people with real issues leaving the more functional kids to the existing youth service. They can wallow in accreditations and create school councils for every day of the week. I wish.

Youth work© still exists in little pockets scattered around in places where the influence of national strategy can’t corrupt it. I believe the thing to do is to defend the spirit and the name of youth work© by vigorously asserting our heritage. I regularly ask youth workers not to use the term youth work© when they are discussing practice which clearly isn’t youth work©. Not much in the great scheme of things I know but it does help me to preserve the integrity of my profession. I also know many dedicated youth workers who feel the need to override bureaucracy by delivering meaningful youth work© covertly – outside and beyond the remit of their prescribed targets. However, I believe that “youth work© by stealth” just allows the system to take the credit for the work delivered which ends up fuelling its performance indicators. You can’t expose the wrongs by hiding the rights. Documenting examples and statements of disenchantment is essential. If the current path of youth strategy is lined with false and tokenistic outcomes then its malignant structures will be strengthened.

I know in my heart that the proposed services will fail to have a sufficient impact on the young people who need the most support. But this is irrelevant to the bureaucrat. As long as services can feed the bureaucratic machinery with the right buzzwords and numbers that “add up” then the machinery will run smoothly. The machinery is concerned with breadth and not depth and it has no empathy with the disaffected and no sympathy with the front-line worker.

What to do? I seriously don’t believe there is any mileage in trying to stop the machinery. We cannot defend Youth Work© in a language that the machinery understands. Youth Work© has been condemned as being too ethereal for the harsh reality of our current social administrative structure and the scope for delivering effective Youth Work© is diminishing.

In real terms, if we are pushed into systems of social control then we must stand up and be counted and speak out and say “I will do this because it is a directive from my employer but I will not call it youth work© and I will not recognise myself as being a youth worker.” I would never call myself a counsellor before, during or after a one-to-one discussion with a young person.

It isn’t easy to be oppositional in this culture of new managerialism. The bravest in this campaign will be the local authority youth workers who are trapped within a system that suppresses and prohibits the freedom and creativity to travel their true paths. But I suggest that instead of trying to chip away at the immovable force of what youth work© has become, we actually support this doomed vessel along its journey towards the iceberg. By all means criticise and expose it but don’t attempt to stop it. It will eventually crash and sink.

Lenny Sellars
[God’s Lonely Youth Worker]

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Francisco Ferrer – radical educator and anarchist

On By Tony TaylorIn Education, History, Politics, UncategorizedLeave a comment

For nigh on seventeen years I was being educated – one way or another. Thence, in one way and another, for half a century I have been seen as an educator – a teacher, lecturer and youth worker, amongst other roles. Thus, it was to my acute embarrassment that I tripped over by accident, the existence of Francisco Ferrer. I had neither heard of him nor his notion of the Modern School. Such ignorance!

Working Class History comes to the rescue, for which many thanks.

Francisco Ferrer

On the 10th of January 1859, Catalan educator and anarchist, Francesco Ferrer i Guàrdia was born. He is best known for his development of the idea of the Modern School: radical, secular education particularly for working-class children, which remains influential around the world today.

Born the 13th of 14 children, Ferrer’s formal education ended at the age of 13 when he began work, later working on the railways before becoming a Spanish teacher in France. At the age of 24 Ferrer became a Freemason, at a time when Masonic lodges were important organising spaces for secular radicals and anarchists.

In 1901 a wealthy student of Ferrer died and left him a property in Paris in her will, which Ferrer was able to sell to set up his first Modern School in Barcelona. The school opened in September 1901 with 18 boys and 12 girls, and Ferrer set about propagating its methodology elsewhere.

In 1909, a strike broke out in Barcelona in protest at the Spanish government sending poor and working-class conscript soldiers to suppress an uprising against Spanish colonialism in Morocco. The events culminated in the Tragic Week, when civil guards violently crushed the strike. A major force behind the stoppage was the revolutionary group Solidaridad Obrera (Workers’ Solidarity), which Ferrer had covertly funded. Despite Ferrer having minimal input into the strike itself, he was accused by the state of masterminding it, and was quickly sentenced to death by a kangaroo court and executed.

The above Ferrer Reader, edited by Mark Bray and Robert H. Haworth, looks to be a fascinating insight into his life and work and can be found at https://shop.workingclasshistory.com/…/anarchist.. I’m duty-bound to repair my ignorance and report back sometime in the future.

On October 13, 1909, Francisco Ferrer, the notorious Catalan anarchist educator and founder of the Modern School, was executed by firing squad. The Spanish government accused him of masterminding the Tragic Week rebellion, while the transnational movement that emerged in his defence argued that he was simply the founder of the groundbreaking Modern School of Barcelona. Was Ferrer a ferocious revolutionary, an ardently nonviolent pedagogue, or something else entirely?

Anarchist Education and the Modern School is the first historical reader to gather together Ferrer’s writings on rationalist education, revolutionary violence, and the general strike (most translated into English for the first time) and put them into conversation with the letters, speeches, and articles of his comrades, collaborators, and critics to show that the truth about the founder of the Modern School was far more complex than most of his friends or enemies realized. Francisco Ferrer navigated a tempestuous world of anarchist assassins, radical republican conspirators, anticlerical rioters, and freethinking educators to establish the legendary Escuela Moderna and the Modern School movement that his martyrdom propelled around the globe.

Reviews

“A thorough and balanced collection of the writings of the doyen of myriad horizontal educational projects in Spain and more still across the world. Equally welcome are the well-researched introduction and the afterword that underline both the multiplicity of anarchist perspectives on education and social transformation and the complexity of Ferrer’s thinking.”
—Chris Ealham, author of Living Anarchism: Jose Peirats and the Spanish Anarcho-Syndicalist Movement

“This volume brings together for the first time a comprehensive collection of Ferrer’s own writings, documenting the daily life and aims of the Escuela Moderna, alongside reflections, often critical, by contemporary anarchists and other radical thinkers. Together with the editors’ thoughtful Introduction, the result is a fascinating collection—essential reading for anyone keen to go beyond the image of Ferrer the martyr of libertarian education and to understand the perennial moral and political questions at the heart of any project of education for freedom.”
—Judith Suissa, author of Anarchism and Education: A Philosophical Perspective

Never Give Up! A glimpse into the elsewhere…

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Given I’ve been in the political doldrums in recent weeks, the call above is a message to myself, drawing inspiration from the intransigent anarchist, Albert Meltzer, born on January 7th, 1920. I suspect Albert would have been less than impressed with my present tentative and fragile state of mind. I could do with being more bloody-minded. In a future post, I will argue that the COVID years witnessed an intensification of the Class War, a conscious attack on the personal and political autonomy of working people by a ruling class intent on retaining its power at all costs.

Albert Meltzer – Anarchist, born January 7th 1920.

“Albert Meltzer never did give up. A teenage boxer and the “oldest hooligan in town”, Albert was a class struggle anarchist from 1935 onwards. When we met him in October 1994 he was still defending anarchism from anything which would dilute the politics and the sting. As far as Albert was concerned you couldn’t be an anarchist Christian, an anarchist capitalist or an anarchist spiritualist. Albert believed that anarchism was about fighting privilege. Anybody who didn’t want to overturn the class structure couldn’t call themselves an anarchist in Albert’s hearing. A working-class boy, brought up in the East End of London, Albert loved books and boxing. By 15 he was already calling himself an anarchist. His first claim to fame was when he stood up at a public meeting and defended boxing against Emma Goldman, prompting her to say of him: “A young Hooligan. A rascal who knows nothing of anarchism or syndicalism.” Even when he was three-quarters of a century old, Albert was still calling himself a hooligan, and still arguing his case.” Alice Nutter, Chumbawamba.

Albert Meltzer and Stuart Christie outside the Queen’s Head pub, Crouch End Broadway, 1968.

Barcelona 19th July 1936. A glimpse into the elsewhere. Edited by Albert Meltzer:

A glimpse into the elsewhere of an upturning so great that it is unimaginable, where certainties are swept away in an instant and life itself takes on a fragile intensity. These accounts contain a grain of everything it is possible to foresee of the ultimate fight for freedom and other aspects that could never have been dreamt of in our worst nightmares. They inform, and inspire but also warn: we need to recognise the enemies of freedom and self-organisation in the paths we tread, blinded by our iconography of the enemy which is also standing right next to us and calls us comrades, albeit hissed through clenched teeth. With love in our hearts: https://theanarchistlibrary.org/…/albert-meltzer…

Albert Meltzer at the Anarchist Library. A collection of Albert’s writing – accessible and incisive: https://theanarchistlibrary.org/…/author/albert-meltzer…

Thanks to True Level Media – well worth following – and Tony Broxson for the link. Tony claims he’s having a ‘dry January’. Comrade, I wish you all the best!