Friday, December 12, 2008

The Revo Blog. Part 2

I know I said I would plunge straight in, but I think you need a bit of my own back story first. A sort of 'laying my cards on the table', so you can have a picture of the young woman who arrived in Grenada in Feb 1982.

So - who am I? That was a question I asked myself throughout my youth. It wasn't until I emerged from my turbulent teens, that I knew I wouldn't be fulfilling my parents' expectations. I was never going to marry young, to a nice Jewish boy, and bring up kids in a semi-detached within walking distance of where I'd grown up.

Once I'd managed to work out that didn't mean I had some fundamental design fault, I set about finding myself. And found 'me' in politics.

The 70s were my decade. While working in straight jobs, all my energy and enthusiasm went into changing the world. They were exciting times, when that felt like a genuine possibility. The revolution was always just around the corner. These were the pre-Thatcher days, before greed triumphed over altruism. I was active in all the radical movements of the time: the women's movement, anti-racism, Northern Ireland, anti-nuke, community politics ...

Though many of the people I knew were members of the Socialist Workers' Party, or one of the myriad other left wing parties that abounded back then, I was never a 'joiner'. If anything, I was more radical, leaning to anarchy.

People associate anarchy with chaos and disorder, but when you think about it, a belief in anarchy as a workable alternative implies a fundamental belief in human nature: that, left to our own devices, human beings will choose to work together for the greater good. That we'll choose to access the capacity to do good that's within us all, rather than the potential for evil, greed and exploitation. It's not about every person for themselves, but about every person for every other.

Starry-eyed? Naive? Without a doubt, but it's still the way I feel deep inside. It's called hope.

So this was the young woman who decided in her mid-twenties that she needed to broaden her experiences and the best way to do that was to travel. To see other ways of living. To learn about other cultures, systems and attitudes. In 1980, I spent several months travelling across the US. The following year, I moved around, criss-crossing Europe. This last journey was undertaken with H, and it was at an open farm in Italy that we met J.

Travelling together by train when we left the farm, the three of us talked about possible destinations for a next trip. Grenada was mentioned in the list. I'd only vaguely heard of the island, and knew little other than that it was in the Caribbean and shouldn't be confused with Granada, in Spain.

Oh, and they'd had a revolution. Obvious choice.

The three of us worked and saved, planning on a week in Trinidad at Carnival, followed by a month in Grenada. At the last minute, J's father fell seriously ill and she had to drop out.

And so, in February 1982, H and I boarded the plane heading for the Caribbean with little idea what to expect, but filled with the desire to learn.

Previous posts in this series
The time has come
The Revo Blog. Part 1

10 comments:

leslie said...

I am grinning back at the darling face of the anarchist!
I had no idea that they wore braids :)

Minx said...

She still does!

wordtryst said...

This is the way to spend one's youth. Can't wait for the next installment.

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

Both these last two installments make for fascinating reading, and we're only just at the beginning!

Faye-Anne said...

Hi Debi, I'm really glad you're getting this down, and although I know the rest, I'll be reading right along too! (and yes, the braids are incredibly sweet)

ankyonline said...

very nice story

Debi said...

Ha - if nothing else I may become the acceptable face of anarchy!

Faye - in spite of the 4 hrs we spent talking, I'm sure there will be much that's new to you in the posts that follow. The challenge for me is making sure I get everything down in one place.

Thanks to all of you for your love and support.

Rich said...

Good to see the story unfold. Looking forward to the next instalment. All the best R

Zinnia Cyclamen said...

I've only just caught up with this and I'm riveted. So glad you're writing it. I will be reading and valuing every word.

bulletholes said...

Looks like a real troublemaker!