Showing posts with label Spain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spain. Show all posts

Sunday, December 16, 2018

"(Spain's) transition to democracy ignored the demands of justice. That is why it succeeded."

Valle de los Caidos.

There was a period in the 1990s when I visited Spain every second year for the purpose of watching runners with bulls and drinking deeply of the festival called San Fermin.

It's in Pamplona, in the Basque region by the Pyrenees, next to France. Spain is big, and the feel of a place like Pamplona is very different from Seville or Santiago de Compostela.

In preparation for these journeys, I read a lot, and to have studied the 20th-century history of Spain is to be overwhelmed by the cruelty and violence of the Spanish Civil War in the 1930s.

Perhaps it was inevitable, but the destruction was heightened immeasurably by the participation of Germany, Italy and the USSR, in effect using Spain as a testing ground for weapons and tactics soon to be featured in the Second World War.

In the Spanish Civil War, the "right" -- fascists, conservatives, reactionaries; take your pick -- came out on top. Generalissimo Francisco Franco became dictator, and while Hitler and Mussolini were Franco's kind of folks, he had the good sense to keep Spain neutral during the continental conflict. Life marginally improved in Spain in the post-war era, if by "improvement" one restricts his gaze to economics alone.

Franco lived long enough to become one of Chevy Chase's first great topical jokes during the debut season of Saturday Night Live. When the dictator died without a successor or any coherent governing ideal apart from his own respiratory system, Spain morphed into a constitutional monarchy, a process that proved remarkable smooth in the main.

In order to do so, history was compromised, and this article explains how and why. In these currently turbulent times, the ghosts are returning and becoming clamorous. This should come as no surprise, because ghosts are like that.

Why Spain had to overlook its painful history, by Charlemagne (The Economist)

Its transition to democracy ignored the demands of justice. That is why it succeeded

Amid the cypresses and palms that adorn the small municipal cemetery of Paterna on the outskirts of Valencia a blue and white tarpaulin protects a two-metre deep hole from autumn rain. It is one of many unmarked mass graves scattered among the flower-decked tombs. That morning Alejandro Vila, an archaeologist, and his team exhumed a skeleton from the hole, the 266th since they began work at the cemetery in March. In an adjoining office, the bones of each are carefully arranged on a tray and a dna sample taken for matching with that of surviving relatives.

Valencia was the last bastion of the doomed Republic during the Spanish civil war of 1936-39. After their military triumph, General Francisco Franco’s Nationalist forces unleashed a reign of terror. At Paterna alone, some 2,000 civilians were summarily shot and their bodies dumped. Many of the relatives—mainly grandchildren now—take a close interest. “There was a long night of silence,” says Mr Vila. “They feel a burden removed.”

On December 6th Spain will commemorate the 40th anniversary of the democratic constitution that followed Franco’s death. In this period, the country has changed out of all recognition. It is more than twice as rich, socially tolerant and a vibrant democracy fully integrated into Europe. But its dark past still occasionally tugs at the present. “The tragic thing is that we went from dictatorship to a democracy with no reparations [for the victims],” says Rosa Pérez, a left-wing representative in Valencia’s provincial parliament who has promoted the Paterna exhumations.

That was because of the circumstances of the transition to democracy. Unlike Hitler or Mussolini, to whom he is often compared, Franco was a winner who died in his bed. Nasty though it was, his regime eventually presided over Spain’s economic development and the creation of a middle class. When he died in 1975, there was no rupture, as with the contemporaneous demise of dictatorships in Portugal or Greece. The transition was negotiated between reformers in the regime and moderates in the opposition, pushed along from above by King Juan Carlos, and from below by popular pressure. Conventional wisdom holds that it involved an enduring “pact of forgetting” about the civil war and the dictatorship, and that this was a bad thing.

Both halves of that statement are questionable. Rather than a “pact of forgetting” there was a sweeping amnesty (a long-standing demand of both Socialists and Communists) and a tacit political consensus not to use the past as a partisan political weapon in the present. There were two reasons for that. Unlike Portugal or Greece (or indeed Nazi Germany), Spain suffered a civil war. Because Germany, Italy and the Soviet Union all intervened, and because it proved to be a dress rehearsal for the second world war, the civil war was often portrayed as a purely anti-fascist or purely anti-communist struggle between good and bad.

In fact, although Fascists played a part in Franco’s regime at the outset, its defining character was a Catholic, nationalist and military authoritarianism, as Santos Juliá, a historian, explains. By the 1960s Spaniards had come to view the war as a fratricidal catastrophe in which both sides committed atrocities (though Franco, the victor, committed more). The transition involved “a consensus of ‘never again a civil war’, not a pact of forgetting”, as Enrique Moradiellos, a younger historian, says. Indeed, Spanish society has “remembered” copiously, in a flood of publications and commemorations. The other reason is that the transition involved a political bargain in which the regime accepted democracy in return for no reprisals. That outcome was favourable to the opposition. There was nothing inevitable about it: largely thanks to eta, the Basque terrorist group, and franquista diehards in the army the Spanish transition saw more violence than others in southern Europe. It could easily have been reversed, at least temporarily.

In giving priority to peace and democracy rather than holding the past to account, Spain flouted the demands of what is now called transitional justice. This sees a failure to confront the past, through trials and/or a “truth commission”, as denying the rights of victims and as inimical to consolidating the rule of law and democratic values. Its handmaiden is a cult of “historical memory”, which is at best an oxymoron (memory is subjective and personal) and at worst a pretext for rewriting history.

Time for a reckoning?

These views have gained ground in Spain among the civil war’s grandchildren, in part justifiably so. A law of 2007 required the state to support relatives’ searches for disappeared bodies and the removal of public monuments to the dictatorship. Pedro Sánchez, a Socialist who became prime minister in June, has issued a decree to remove Franco’s remains from the Valley of the Fallen, the grandiose monument that he erected to his victory in the mountains outside Madrid. It is proving complicated: the dictator’s descendants want to rebury him in a family tomb in the crypt of Madrid’s cathedral, in the heart of the capital. The government is now searching for ways to insist on a more obscure resting place.

For a democracy to honour a dictator in a public monument is indeed an aberration. Franco’s exhumation commands widespread support. So does the demand to recover the missing bodies. Some want to go further. Ms Pérez in Valencia favours legal cases against police who tortured in Franco’s later years. Others want a truth commission into the civil war and the dictatorship.

An “official truth” is neither possible nor desirable, retorts José Álvarez Junco, another historian. Rather than undo the transition, Spain needs to find a way to honour all its dead and to teach its children the lessons of its history. Transitional justice has much to commend it. But it should not become a categorical imperative that prevents the greater good of the establishment of democracies that respect human rights. That applies to the Spain of the 1970s, and to many other troubled places around the world today.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Why I still love The Economist: Bog snorkelling and a really big tomato fight.

The Economist Espresso is a short morning briefing that comes to me via iPhone app. It isn't published on Sunday, and on Saturday, the tone turns more lighthearted.

I'd heard of the Spanish fiesta dedicated to tomato fights.

Saucy: La Tomatina"​On Wednesday, Buñol in Spain will again host the world’s biggest food-fight. The first rule is your weapon must be a tomato."

However, this is a new one.

Murky affairs: bog-snorkelling"Held annually in Wales, the competition attracts athletes from around the world, who must swim two 55m lengths through a trench of murky, leech-filled water."

It'scoming close to 30 years for me as a subscriber to The Economist. Good stuff still.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

This glimpse of rural Spain will make you hungry and thirsty.

I'm doing just enough to keep my tomato plants alive. It's easy to over-glamorize a lifestyle that few of us would choose. It's also good to know that someone remembers how to raise sheep in the hills.

A long way from Benidorm: rural regeneration in south-east Spain, by Kevin Rushby (The Guardian)

Evaristo is teaching me to make paella. You might, like I did, think you know already, but Evaristo lives and breathes the stuff – he has made it every day for over 30 years. We’re doing it in his barn, which adds challenges.

“Can you wash the tomatoes?” he asks and I wander off looking for a tap. There are sacks of walnuts, buckets of olives soaking in brine, a newly laid egg lying discreetly in a nest of hay under a workbench, but no tap.

I’m in deepest rural Spain, in the Vall de Gallinera, Alicante, the kind of Spain where you expect to bump into Laurie Lee’s ghost on every footpath. There are the ruins of an old convent on the next hill, and a ruined Arab fort beyond that. It’s a tranquil land weathered by mystery and tragedy, but only a day’s walk from Benidorm, with its 200 nightclubs and 1,000 bars. It does not seem possible.

(The trip was provided by Village Ways, villageways.com)

Saturday, May 23, 2015

On the Way of St. James, and a film depicting it.


The Way of St. James (Camino de Santiago) is a major Christian pilgrimage route in Europe.

The Way of St. James was one of the most important Christian pilgrimages during the Middle Ages, together with Rome and Jerusalem, and a pilgrimage route on which a plenary indulgence could be earned; other major pilgrimage routes include the Via Francigena to Rome and the pilgrimage to Jerusalem.

Legend holds that St. James's remains were carried by boat from Jerusalem to northern Spain where he was buried on what is now the city of Santiago de Compostela. (The name Santiago is the local Galician evolution of Vulgar Latin Sanctu Iacobu, "Saint James".)

The Way can take one of dozens of pilgrimage routes to Santiago de Compostela. Traditionally, as with most pilgrimages, the Way of Saint James began at one's home and ended at the pilgrimage site. However a few of the routes are considered main ones. During the Middle Ages, the route was highly traveled. However, the Black Death, the Protestant Reformation and political unrest in 16th century Europe led to its decline. By the 1980s, only a few pilgrims per year arrived in Santiago. Later, the route attracted a growing number of modern-day pilgrims from around the globe. The route was declared the first European Cultural Route by the Council of Europe in October 1987; it was also named one of UNESCO's World Heritage Sites.

My first experience of the Fiesta de San Fermin came in 1994. Pamplona is astride the "main" pilgrimage route, which historically began in Paris and crossed the Pyrenees into Spain near Roncesvalles.

Those (like me) traveling from France to Pamplona by train always at Irun, along the Bay of Biscay, this being an "alternate" pilgrimage route to the north, running nearer the ocean. During the course of that first visit to Pamplona, the older hands taught me many valuable lessons, among them the delightful existence of sloe-flavored patxaran liqueur, the Basque history of the world, and the significance of the Way of St, James.

Ever since then, I've wanted to follow the pilgrimage route some day. Although I've become somewhat of a walker, my original choice of transportation remains the bicycle; at 800 kilometers (500 miles) from the border to Santiago de Compostela, a leisurely month riding is easy to contemplate, allowing for noteworthy stops in between.

Now, finally, to the point: There is a movie about the Way of St. James, directed by Emilio Estevez and starring his father, Martin Sheen, and it's quite good. The Way was released four years ago, and we watched it last week. My resolve to make the journey at some point in my life has been strengthened, with niggling details concerning time and money yet to be resolved. 


A Trek From Loss and Grief to a Life Given Greater Meaning, by Neil Genzlinger (New York Times)

One thing you quickly realize when you sit down to watch “The Way”: Martin Sheen is a very compelling actor. Another thing you realize more slowly as the film goes along: His oldest son, Emilio Estevez, is a very sensitive director.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

"The Dummies' Guide to Spain's Podemos Party."

On a day when we remember Lloyd Wimp, here is a political party in far-off Spain that strikes me as precisely the sort of entity designed to please his grassroots instincts. Transparency and participation? Imagine that.

Thanks to Jeff G. for the link.

The Dummies' Guide to Spain's Podemos Party (The Local)

Seven months ago almost nobody had heard of them. Now Podemos is the hottest political property in Spain. But just who are they, what do they want, and could they win the country's next elections? The Local takes a look behind the curtains.

One small excerpt:

What do they want?

Podemos wants to renegotiate Spain’s debt-paying commitments so that it can mitigate the impact of austerity policies on the population. Other eye-catching proposals are the idea of a fixed living allowance for all citizens in a bid to end dire poverty and reducing the retirement age to 60. A Podemos government would halt evictions of mortgage defaulters and recognize a Palestinian state. Underlining the entire platform is a proposed change in political culture, bringing transparency and participative democracy to all institutions.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

To me, it's the Spacecakes vs. Rioja finale for the World Cup.

My co-conspirator Bluegill says to nix "versus," as we should not have to choose between the two. Indeed, I'm fortunate have visited both Netherlands and Spain on multiple occasions, and can't really make a pick.

One thing I know for sure is that if Spain wins, Pamplona will experience an even larger party than the one currently being held there. That's because the Fiesta of San Fermin, a.k.a, the Running of the Bulls, is concurrent with the World Cup every fourth year. In 1998, Don Barry and I enjoyed a meal of couscous at a North African restaurant in Pamplona, and remained there in the bar to watch France win the final.

It isn't clear to me how the street party could get any larger, but perhaps where there's an excuse to drink even more, there's a way. At the same time, it would be a mistake to bet against the Dutch when it comes to intensity of the potential celebration (or, for that matter, the drowning of sorrows following a loss). Perhaps the only difference between Pamplona and Amsterdam is that in the former, the bulls shooting past the fallen on Monday morning will be flesh and blood, while further north, they'll be jostling for space tonight in the bars, alongside the other denizens of numerous Star Wars cantina scenes.

Me? I gotta pull for the Netherlands, at least on the pitch itself. Amsterdam is better known for other substances, but there's plenty of good beer there once you get past Heineken -- and some damned fine Spanish restaurants, to boot.