Squeeze My Middle, Till The Juice Runs Down My Leg

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Squeeze My Middle, Till The Juice Runs Down My Leg

It’s a disorienting and frequently disconcerting sensation to live between two countries on the European periphery and witness the striking similarities but also the glaring differences. It is not that things are much better in Spain than in Ireland; for many they are worse. But what there is, to a far greater degree than in Ireland, is the availability of media productions that are a significant countervailing force to the dominant media machinery, which treats the destruction of labour rights, the dismantling of the welfare state, the privatisation of public services and the immiseration of the population as mere administrative facts at worst and necessary measures for national recovery worthy of enthusiastic backing for the best part.

No such luck in Ireland, where all the newspapers and radio stations are right-wing. 

I read some of the pieces in the Irish Times’s ‘Squeezed Middle’ series this week. In one of the inaugural pieces, Dan O’Brien wrote the following of the bourgeoisie, which he praised effusively:

There was no mention of the modern working class that the bourgeoisie had called into existence. 


In O’Brien’s view of history, it was the bourgeoisie who worked in the canals, the mines, the shipyards, the car factories, textile factories, it was the bourgeoisie who harvested all the crops, cooked all the meals, raised all the children, and built all the homes and aircraft hangars and office blocks.


And -if his characterisation is anything to go by- they were all a happy cross between Marcel Proust and Margaret Thatcher. 

The ‘ethical advances, from the abolition of slavery and capital punishment to the curbing of cruelty to animals and the smacking of children’, trumpeted by O’Brien, sit ill at ease with the vicious cruelty inflicted, to use one example in a world saturated by them, on the people of Greece, in order that German bankers can fret over whether or not their diamonds have been ethically sourced.

In the ‘Squeezed Middle’ series (the question of who is doing the ‘squeezing’ never comes into it, nor does whatever lies below the middle) series, we can discern a newspaper trying to fashion a depoliticised readership (a headline from one of today’s features: ‘The best attitude is just to get on with it‘) with a newfound sense of common identity, forged amid recession, which can be easily and productively targeted by potential advertisers. 


Moreover we can see the continuous erasure of labour -basic matters such as pay, working conditions, conflicts of interests, the threat of unemployment- from the domain of politics and public discourse.

To say nothing, of course, of class as a social relation, not an affectation.

In a piece not of the Squeezed Middle series, but worth reading alongside it, Conor Brady, former Irish Times editor, wrote about how ‘good journalism, for all its faults, interacts with public institutions to ensure a fuller and healthier democracy‘. 

Yet the Squeezed Middle series suggests that this is neither the time nor the place for political activity on the part of its targeted readership. This isn’t all that surprising: for the Irish Times, politics rarely appears as the task of the citizen; rather, all that is required from the citizen is a vote every few years. Politics is something that one has to be Inside, like the title of its weekly political correspondent column implies.


 ‘We live in a representative democracy…It is as simple as that’, wrote its political correspondent last Saturday in an attempt to ward off the prospect of a referendum. But it is not as simple as that. Even if we were to accept the definition of the Republic of Ireland as a representative democracy, which is arguable given the fact that in any major political decision the representation that counts is the one made on behalf of banks and speculators, it is a heavily mediated representation, in which our information and our very ideas about politics are developed, and our reflexes manipulated, by mass media institutions.

Thus, instead of creating political engagement on the part of citizens, concerns are fostered and appetites are stimulated: for privileges in health care and education in a country that never had a proper post-war national health service, not least because its privately-educated elite was dead against it; for consumer bargains, and for psychological re-adjustment (read: submission) to the inevitable war of all against all, which is intended to unfold as Ireland falls to the bottom of EU states for government general expenditure by 2015. 
So private health care is described as a middle class ‘staple‘: as one interviewee was quoted as saying, ‘you’re going into a public system that isn’t geared for it . . . And then I want to scream and roar at the Government, ‘Where’s your overhaul from the five-point plan, the one where everyone was going to have private health insurance?’’ 

Questions such as why the public system is not geared to look after the public are as welcome as a fart in a lift.

When it comes to education, the Irish Times correspondent reports that ‘private education may have become unaffordable for some, but schools such as Belvedere and Blackrock are continuing to show a surge in numbers’. 


O for the days when everyone could afford private education at Belvedere! Of course, what is meant by ‘some’ is ‘some of our ideal readership’. And no link is drawn, of course, between the ‘roll back in much of the progress made in Irish education recently’, and the political choices made by people such as Brian Lenihan (Belvedere) and Ruairi Quinn (Blackrock), and the untold billions of public money spent on bank bailouts, NAMA and associated services, and how the beneficiaries of such transfers of wealth are precisely those people most likely to send their children to exclusive private schools.


The depoliticising thrust of the Squeezed Middle series is none more apparent than in the article on ‘positivity‘ by Maureen Gaffney, which exists in a universe where no-one has read Smile or Die by Barbara Ehrenreich:

If one descended from outer space, one might expect a newspaper interested in a fuller and healthier democracy to address some of the threats to democracy of the day: such as the concentration of immense decisive power in the hands of financial elites, the confiscation of prosperity and imposition of misery by institutions such as the European Central Bank, the European Commission and the International Monetary Fund, which are not accountable to any popular power. 

These are questions of immense importance, which demand collective discussion and the development of collective solutions. In their stead, we get the cheery voluntarism of the unitary and isolated bourgeois subject, in which exploitation is of no importance and solidarity is unheard of, as hawked by Gaffney.

The function of the Irish Times, along with that of other Irish newspapers, is to present a political programme, the imposition of mass unemployment and the destruction of the welfare state, which is being conducted in the interests of the wealthiest groups in Irish society, as a moral imperative, divinely ordained.


For its succesful execution, every traditional petty bourgeois prejudice must be mobilised, and questions of class conflict have to be extinguished -whether by denying they exist (‘we’re all middle class now’ – O’Brien); by displacing them -through mobilising resentment against grotesques like Sean Fitzpatrick or faceless mandarins in the civil service and presenting the public sector as a whole as a ruling class; and by fostering a common identity by creating common enemies: welfare recipients, migrants…

Common to all this is ensuring that the figure of the worker counts for nothing. For these institutions it is a matter of realising the dream of every bourgeoisie -as Pierre Bourdieu identified- which is to have a bourgeoisie without a proletariat.

Faced with this, it is self-evident that there is an urgent need to develop media alternatives that undermine the normalised discourse of submission to ‘the markets’ and accepting one’s fate. In this regard I think this post by Tom Stokes, on the Irish Labour Press at the beginning of the 20th Century, is highly relevant.

I read an article, translated below, in Sunday’s edition of Público, which I bought at the corner shop. It is by Luis García Montero, a poet whose articles I have translated previously. I’ve read quite a few criticisms of Público in recent days, and it’s true that the paper itself is broadly sympathetic to the PSOE, and gives it a lot of coverage, as was especially the case during the recent leadership contest. But the very existence of such a paper -its future seems somewhat more secure now than it did a couple of weeks back- prevents public discourse from being entirely normalised to a TINA rhythm.

It is interesting, I think, how García Montero observes that fear calls for ‘survival, not the defence of rights’. The Irish Times, as part of its Squeezed Middle series, has a four part Recession Survival Guide.

The best response to that sort of thing, I think, is this:

Anyway, the article:

Unemployment entails a human tragedy, but it is very profitable from a certain way of understanding the economy. If it were not good business, it would be impossible to understand why, in a country so punished by unemployment as Spain, measures are approved to fan the flames of the fire. The obsession with the deficit, the cuts to public investment and the labour reform which mark out the political steps taken of late only serve to generate more unemployment and weaken existing jobs. The State has become an enterprise with an alarming taste for sackings.

Unemployment creates unrest among people and paralyses consumption, a paralysis that in turn generates more unemployment. But this vicious circle does not represent an urgent danger for the current economy. That is, the powerful can take it all in their stride and tighten the rope of human suffering. In the world economy today, the production of wealth counts for very little. The revenue generated by abstract speculative movements is 75 times superior to the dividends produced by all the workers of the world when they get up each morning to sow tomatoes, fix piping, fish, make an aeroplane or write a book. Adam was expelled from paradise so that he would earn his bread by the sweat of his brow. Thus he entered the world of work and the economy. In years of late we have witnessed a new expulsion of Adam. Human beings are now surplus to requirements in the abstract movements of money. This is why the offer can be calmly made of a choice between unemployment or the obedience of the slave.


The economy enslaves, but the ability to contest this on the part of workers seems very limited. If every human being went on general strike, the machinery of money could hold out for a while without its interests trembling. The new serpent does not need the sweat of bodies, it can be blind to the drama. It only demands that the laws let it speculate ruthlessly. At the end of the day, compassion was always more a thing of mortals than of angry gods. The serpent has managed to establish its new commandments in the service of a speculative economy in which work has a very minor role. Thus the left has not only lost some elections, but a social culture.

The geography into which we have been cast in this second expulsion looks a lot like rough weather. Banks earn money speculating with public debt and with the stock market. They don’t need to work with families or businesses. Those firms that want to keep afloat are offered an immediate way out: to abuse the labour rights of their workers. And the workers accept anything however precarious it might be. Fear calls for survival, not the defence of rights. The announced labour reform will only serve to mistreat even further those surplus citizens to the speculative economy. Thus the banks, ever more unhinged from territory and labour, will dedicate their resources to speculation.


The insidious confession of Mariano Rajoy foretelling a general strike holds as much venom as the accusations against politics formulated by the banker Emilio Botín. Citizens must be careful with the counsel of wolves when it comes to loading responsibility for the jobs situation onto the shoulders of the unions. Nor should they seek comfort in the disparagement of politics. For the present speculative avarice does not demand union-based solutions, but political ones. New commandments must be sought out. It is a matter of the political defence of work and the citizens against speculation.

The Spanish right wing is trying to use the noise of moralist activism (no to abortion, yes to education by archbishops and imprisonment for life) to hide the great silence over its policies against unemployment. It travels to Germany, it receives orders and it carries them out through whiplashes against the skin of Spanish people condemned to the galleys. In the celebrated German model, seven million workers get paid only 400 euro a month. The slave society had full employment. The rulers who act in the service of the speculative economy are slave traffickers and they travel aboard slave ships.

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One response to “Squeeze My Middle, Till The Juice Runs Down My Leg

  1. Haymoon

    According to John Waters in today’s Irish Times, the Irish are not rebelling against austerity like the Greeks because we are all in a drunken stupor to care too much anyway http://tinyurl.com/7kbzjmb

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