Guy Aldred, idealist and individualist, people's champion,
indefatigable pamphleteer, editor, campaigner, and Glasgow character,
is the subject of a new book. IAN SUTHERLAND talks to its author.
JOHN TAYLOR CALDWELL found out about man's inhumanity to man the hard
way. Pantry boys on Anchor Line steamers from Glasgow to New York in the
1920s knew, like Kipling's punctured toad, precisely where each point of
the harrow went. Pantry boys had no meal-times or even actual formal
provision for food. They just gathered round the pantry doors, deep in
the bowels of liners like the Transylvania and the Cameronia -- and
hoped.
When food did appear, there weren't even knives and forks. John
Caldwell's basic Christian faith -- already severely dented from
witnessing vicious sectarian practices during a Belfast childhood --
went for a Burton.
Oppressed seafarers displayed little class solidarity. Anchor Lines
steamers contained little of the rebellion of the Battleship Potemkin.
John Caldwell learned a grim lesson -- economic hardship rotted the
human spirit. ''People were horrible to each other,'' he recalls. Even
if indignity was suffered long enough and a pantry boy reached the giddy
height of waiter (third class), matters weren't helped much. Waiters
earned #1 a week. ''How men kept families on that, I'll never know.''
John Caldwell already suspected there was another side to life. ''Born
with an introspective mind,'' he had begun to read the humanist
philosophies of Voltaire and Rousseau. Ashore, the pantry boys started
touring political meetings. There was plenty of choice on the street
corners for an inquirer in the early 1930s.
The Communist Party of Great Britain told of a veritable workers'
paradise in the Soviet Union. The Labour Party promised proletarian
Nirvana if only enough people used their votes. The remnants of John
MacLean's Scottish Workers Republican Party offered a socialist national
republic, en route to a European workers' republic, en route to a world
workers' republic. The Socialist Party of Great Britain urged utter
purity -- MRA style -- with socialism only obtainable if 633 socialist
MPs were returned simultaneously to Westminster.
John Caldwell found them all as credible as a nine-bob note. They
sounded like secularised versions of the heaven he had begun to doubt
existed.
Execution corridors
One Glasgow Green orator purveyed a different message. Guy Alfred
Aldred, a stout figure, habitually dressed in Norfolk jacket and
knickerbockers, told his audiences bluntly that, in the Soviet toilers'
paradise, genuine socialists had long been in for a one-way trip to the
execution corridors of the Lubianka. John Caldwell began to hear things
he wanted to hear, preached from the back of a horse-drawn lorry.
True socialism's watchwords were independence, regard for truth,
personal honesty, individual and collective responsibility, scientific
logic, disregard for race and sex -- and, above all, respect for every
form of human autonomy. Comrade Aldred also pointed out that human
beings had souls. There was more to life than endless struggles for an
extra penny an hour. It didn't take the young seafarer long to get
hooked. He still is.
Guy Aldred was a very determined man. Soon after the First World War,
he was approached by a covert emissary of the new Soviet State -- with a
proposition seemingly irresistible to the poverty-stricken editor of a
small, left-wing newspaper. If Aldred and The Spur published articles
favourable to the Bolshevik cause, debts would be cleared and Aldred
maintained in no small comfort.
The Spur's editor might not know where his next meal was coming from,
but political corruption was never to his taste. The approach was firmly
rejected. Recalling the incident, Guy Aldred summed up the principle
that governed his life. ''I simply will not be forced to do anything.''
Not for nothing was he regularly billed as ''Minister of the Gospel of
Revolt.'' He practised what he preached. In attempting to suborn him,
the Cominterm's Central Committee might have borne in mind that his
birthday was November the Fifth.
The British Government already knew that nothing on earth would induce
Guy Aldred to defy his ''indwelling urge.'' Awaiting court-martial in
1916, Aldred wrote: ''Let truth, and truth alone, be my mistress, and
that I bring witness to her integrity for all lands and climes. May no
worldly ambition, no temptation in this wilderness of understanding,
lead me to serve the enemy of man, the principle of power and
domination.''
Like most atheists, he had his period of religious fervour -- as a boy
preacher in London's myriad non-conformist halls. His time in the pulpit
didn't last long. He preached his last sermon in 1903. By 1905, he fell
in with a group of Scots anarchists in London. They were in contact with
like-minded continental exiles.
Edwardian revolutionaries gathered in the Club Autonomie. According to
legend, men wore sombreros and scarlet neckties: short-haired women
sported ''red rosettes on mannish coats'' and marched in ''stout
business-like boots.'' The legendary Peter Kropotkin -- author of
Fields, Farms, and Factories and Mutual Aid, once exiled by the Czar to
Siberia -- turned up to the lecture. Anarchist newspapers flourished.
An anarchist defined
Freedom, founded in 1886, the year of Aldred's birth, defined the
quintessential anarchist. It might also have been sketching the future
Guy Aldred. ''The genuine anarchist looks with sheer horror upon every
destruction, every mutilation, of a human being, physical or moral. He
loathes wars, executions, and imprisonments, the crippling and poisoning
of human nature by the preventable cruelty and injustice of man to man
in every shape and form.''
Aldred was from the outset up to his neck in trouble. The first
customer for his ancient press -- cost, ten bob, ink thrown in -- was
none other than Aleister Crowley, also known as Beast 666. His first
brush with the law came when he took over printing of The Indian
Sociologist, suppressed after an Indian nationalist shot a colonial
official. In print or on the platform, Guy Aldred's fame was beginning
to spread.
In Glasgow, a golden age of socialist agitation was in full flower.
Inevitably, the redoubtable Aldred headed for Clydeside. Socialism was
still a spirited movement -- a vibrant prelude to ossification within
the party system.
The Clarion Scouts -- a subversive version of the B-P creation --
packed theatres for socialist rallies. Robert Blatchford's book Merrie
England (despite its title) sold over 10,000 copies in the Second City.
Clarion Scouts fanned out all over Scotland, by bicycle, train, and
steamer. Before Stalinist conformity claimed him, Willie Gallacher
chaired Clarion meetings.
Anarchism was a potent force in Scotland. Kropotkin and Red Emma
Goldman were regular visitors. It was an anarchist who secured the right
of free speech at Edinburgh's Mound. Aldred spoke throughout Scotland
between 1912 and 1913. Perhaps, then as now, England seemed unpromising
territory for radical endeavour.
In 1914, with war clouds looming, he spoke at the May Day rally on
Glasgow Green. Organised labour across Europe pledged to resist
mobilisation. That determination vanished with the first whiff of
cordite. Those who regarded solemn pledges as binding promises not to be
broken were soon en route to jail.
Aldred had never been called up, but was enlisted into the 9th London
Regiment -- and court-martialled for refusing orders. In jail, he led
hunger strikes and work stoppages.
Officially, Rifleman 392492 Guy Aldred was discharged for
''misconduct.''
By 1919, he was permanently in Glasgow -- dreaming with a poet's soul.
''As I walk across the Glasgow streets again and reflect on the many
hours I have spent in jail, I plan my revenge -- a brave, bold,
enlightening anarchist press. I plan the creation of a pantheon in which
Marx, Jesus, Bakunin and Tolstoy shall have their place, together with
Socrates, Plato, Ibsen and Wilde . . . I forget the Cat and Mouse. I
forget my debts. I see the coming press achievements and immediately the
world created anew thereby.''
The grand design's HQ was Bakunin House in Glasgow's West End -- now
demolished. It became Aldred's home, office, and printing works --
shared with his companion Jenny Patrick, one of the most remarkable
women to emerge from the largely chauvinist saga of Scotland's Left.
While the infant Communist Party -- under instructions from Moscow --
began to contest parliamentary elections, Aldred moved in the opposite
direction. His Anti-Parliamentary Communist Federation (also known as
the ''Anti-Panties'') firmly held that elections were only useful as
episodic platforms for propaganda. Aldred continued to fight
parliamentary seats until 1962 -- usually promising to resign the seat
if 10 electors called for this.
In 1921, the police raided Bakunin House. The ensuing charges now seem
ludicrous. Nary a bomb was found -- but the group was charged with
inciting popular disaffection, commotion, and violence to popular
authority.
Aldred was sentenced to a year by Glasgow High Court -- served, though
he was a model prisoner, without remission.
Corruptor of morals
The dirty tricks brigade were soon in action again. In 1922 Bakunin
Press published birth control campaigner Margaret Sanger's book Family
Limitation. Police officers wrote in for copies -- posing as desperate
women trying to avoid repeated child-bearing. Aldred was promptly
indicted for conspiring to corrupt public morals.
As the 1930s dawned, the Anti-Panties merged with dissident ILP
members to form the United Socialist Movement. John Caldwell signed up
for the duration. The USM was harried by the right and abused on the
left. But they had wit, verve -- and style. While the Labour Party ended
metings with sonorous renderings of ''The Red Flag'' (once described by
Shaw as the funeral dirge for a snail) and Communists went into frenzies
with ditties about ''Keeping Propellors Turning -- Defending the USSR,''
Bakunin House's May Day tea parties -- accompanied by the Nitshill
Socialist Choir -- were distinctly more creative affairs:
By the early 30s the redoubtable Ethel MacDonald had joined Aldred as
his secretary. When John Caldwell finally forsook the sea he became the
fourth member of a revolutionary quarter producing papers and pamphlets
on an ancient press housed in tottering buildings in Glasgow's George
Street. The four -- Aldred, Jenny Patrick, Ethel MacDonald, and John
Caldwell -- lived as a family, sharing meagre resources and endless
work.
By the time he died in 1963, Guy Aldred had owned and edited 10
newspapers and produced hundreds of pamphlets.
Poor people from surrounding streets were never out of the shambolic
George Street premises -- asking Aldred to write to councillors, H-P
firms, landlords, and the courts.
Unpaid social work produced one unlikely admirer, Chief Constable
Percy Sillito, another of Clydeside's legendary anti-corruption
campaigners.
In 1936 Francisco Franco and other disloyal officers -- backed by
Hitler and Mussolini -- attacked the democratically elected Spanish
Republic. Ethel MacDonald and Jenny Patrick set off for Spain. Linking
up with Spanish anarchists of the FAI-CNT, they laboured night and day
to alert the world to what was happening. As an English-language
broadcaster for a Barcelona anarchist station, Ethel MacDonald also
denounced communist complicity in the ugly death of Iberian democracy.
Like Scots ILP organiser Bob Smillie (whose fate at the hands of the
republic's communist-controlled secret police has never been
established), she ended up under arrest in a Stalinist purge. A young
writer called George Orwell barely escaped with his life. Ethel
MacDonald -- headlined as ''The Scottish Scarlet Pimpernel'' -- helped
other victims to escape before finally smuggling herself out.
In 1938 Aldred brought out his last and best-known paper, The Word. It
ran until 1968. During the Second World War he rallied again to the
defence of conscientious objectors. If the war was not about the right
of individuals to dissent, it was about nothing at all. He was not a
pacifist in the simple sense of the term. He just loathed war.
Knowing that National Socialism could only be defeated by force of
arms, Aldred and Caldwell demanded democratisation of the army -- and
advocated mass-scale civilian resistance, Gandhi-style, in the event of
invasion.
Call for internment
His old adversaries in the CP -- recovered from the mental gymnastics
of trying to justify the Nazi-Soviet Pact between 1939 and 1941 --
lashed out. The USM was denounced as ''objectively pro-fascist.'' CP
speakers demanded Aldred's internment. They might have had a problem --
Percy Sillito was, by now, the head of MI5. Winston Spencer Churchill,
that other uncompromising individualist, knew how to pick men -- and he
didn't need Stalin's satraps to tell him who his real enemies were.
In 1945 Labour shot to power, and interest in the libertarian variety
of socialism waned. John Caldwell saw meetings fade as people were moved
away from the city centre. Guy Aldred was notoriously anti-motor car --
the more so as crowded highways finally put paid to street corner
assemblies.
By the early 1960s Guy Aldred knew that not even the most defiant
spirit could go on forever. In July, 1963, he told one of his last
audiences: ''All the realities around us, all the differences in our
lives from that of our forefathers, the development of man from the
brute animal, is due to the faculty of vision -- as opposed to the
observation of reality. In the beginning man possessed no soul -- and
that does not mean some supernatural manifestation of something that has
descended into man. It is an expression of man reaching upward.''
John Taylor Caldwell is an intensely shy and private man. He does not
readily talk of his life as an anarchist's apprentice. Finding a
publisher for his life of Guy Aldred has been in itself an epic
struggle. He has honoured a forgotten prophet -- his own dedication
should not pass unmarked.
There were no official eulogies when Guy Aldred died in 1963 -- with
ten pence in his pocket. Scotland's journalists mourned the passing of
an exemplary practitioner of their art. His death knocked a Cabinet
crisis off the front page. Outside Queen Street station, an old
newsvendor turned to his mate and said: ''That's my auld china gone. Guy
Aldred -- he's deid.'' Hundreds of ordinary people did their own private
mourning.
Come Dungeons Dark -- The Life and Times of Guy Aldred, Glasgow
Anarchist, by John Taylor Caldwell, is published by the Luath Press at
#6.95.
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