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Three estates are better than one
Who are they then ? Come out with it !
Saint Francis would have been proud
Booze
Once I built a railroad,
The President himself is one !
Of mice and men
Buddy, can you spare a dime ?
No hope for Bruce Kent
The shameful treatment of Claude Allègre
When revolutionaries hire advertising agencies
Dropped by his friend, the PM
It's them pesky Romans at it again
From Clovis to Napoléon
Don't spit in the soup ! |
Despite
all that may be said or written about the millennium, e-society or any other
buzz concepts, French society bears an extraordinary likeness to that of another
age, those colourful centuries leading up to the Revolution. As then society can
be divided into three main groups, the three Estates (états).
They have similar roles and similar relations exist between them. Only the names
have been changed, but not necessarily to protect the innocent! As
then a ruling class exists, but the seigneurs
have been replaced by what the French would call the bourgeoisie,
who, like their sociological ancestors, cannot rule alone. They need allies to
administer the state and, above all, to maintain a strict ideological grip on
the majority, then, as now, the Third Estate, the plebeians, the toiling masses
or whatever one wishes to call them. The latter remain more or less the same,
the working classes, taken in the widest sense, far better off and better
educated but still as unpityingly manipulated as ever. So
that’s the second and the third Estates but what of the first one,
surely not the clergy as of old? The church still exists but its economical,
political and ideological roles have largely gone, no, not them. They have been
replaced by another, just as ruthless and self-seeking overall but, as with the
clergy, complex in the detail. As before not all were bishops living in palaces
and openly abusing all and sundry. Some are relatively poor, many are even
disinterested and probably really do seek to aid the struggling millions. Just
as monks preserved and developed the intellectual splendours of darker ages and
as many a poor priest did his best to bring a little education to village folk,
the new état N° 1
can by no means be regarded as a simply a gang of vile
thugs whose only aim in life is to defend the interests of a band of parasitical
barons. As always things are a little less black and white. But
who are they then, these latter day priests? Are they up to scratch on witch
hunting, ideological brow beating? Do they brandish the threat of eternal
damnation and crush ruthlessly those who dare rise up against the true cross as
of old? You
bet they do! With a zeal and sparkling clear eyes of which Saint Francis himself
would have been proud. What is more, they possess advantages and means of action
that would make a sweating, leather clad inquisitor green with envy. They make
up more than a quarter of the working population. Some estimate that every other
family contains a member of this modern day First Estate. They are by far the
largest social group present in the National Assembly. They, or their close
cousins, occupy nearly every important post in the Cinquième
République, from President to street sweeper... Still
haven’t guessed? Well this last reference should have tipped you off. As
anyone who had spent more than a brief booze-buying holiday in France would have
already realised, they are the vast legions of the public sector. Be they the
smooth-talking be-suited, mono-type penguins issued from the ENA (l’Ecole
Nationale de l’Administration), the "ENArques",
the million strong masses of the Education
Nationale, fresh and confident after their recent victory over their own
Minister, himself born in their ranks and member of a government voted in
largely by their own efforts, or the perhaps less sophisticated but at least as
powerful cohorts of the SNCF (the French British Rail, but still very much nationalized), who, by a five week strike to defend their distinctly comfortable
pension rights a few years ago, brought both the country and the previous
government to their knees, no citizen of this much abused country would deny
their central role. The charm of the system is that few question the normality,
probity or even downright desirability of such a situation. When
one household in two depends partially or wholly on this situation for the
stable part of its financial well-being, it is, perhaps, hardly surprising.
Exaggeration? A few examples, the Prime Minister is an ex-teacher, son of a
teacher, and a ENArque. Of all his ministers, those who have industrial,
agricultural or even commercial backgrounds can easily be counted on the fingers
of one hand: most are ENArques. One
example, the Minister of Agriculture, Jean Glavany, is an ex-teacher with a
sociology degree amongst others, who has been a professional politician most of
his life, just the job to tackle the tumultuous hordes of France's major money
spinning industry. The President of France himself was educated in the self
perpetuating corridors of l’ENA and, after a brief spell at the "Cours des Comptes", a state regulatory body, has too been a
professional politician all his working life. He recently distinguished himself
when being shown a computer at the new National Library by enquiring, with a
puzzled expression; "What exactly do you mean by 'mouse'?"… Perhaps
Monsieur Glavany's sociological studies could help him find the answer. But
there is more. The intelligentsia exists, to a great extent, by means of state,
regional or municipal subsidies which keep an elitist and distinctly nineteenth
century cultural framework from going to the wall, as it would undoubtedly do if
it had to rely on popular interest and ticket buying. A vast mass of vociferous
"intermitants du spectacle" (part-time actors, musicians, film
makers, technicians etc.) are drip fed welfare payments which are both
insufficient for them to break out of their sordid situation and sufficient to
keep them wholly dependent on the existing state of affairs. There's no risk of
unruly boat rocking from these quarters, nor, sadly, of much original artistic
creation. They can, however, always be counted on to provide valuable auxiliary
troops to back up the front line legions. They are all the more efficient in the
daily propaganda battle in as much as most of them don't realise which army they
are part of. A confused harangue of "soixante-huitard" slogans,
launched with all the enthusiasm of fading youth, has been known to carry many a
skirmish between the cheese and the coffee. Obvious perhaps, in hindsight, but
cunning all the same. What
of the press? Is there no hope there? Despite an education system which all
within, and a good many without, are convinced is the best in the world and
which puts a great deal more emphasis on literary rather than mundane and banal
scientific or technological subjects, the daily written press is one of the
least read in the developed world. Aggressive, investigative journalism is
practically unknown. The pressure from well thinking establishment
intellectuals, be they of left or right wing inklings, is ferociously against
what they label "media witch hunts". The notion of presumption of
innocence, in this particular domain at least, is pushed to such extremes that
even if a young Bruce Kent wished to put out a hard hitting article, his
newspaper would probably stop him, with the full weight of a recent Socialist
inspired law to back them up. What ever you do, don’t rock the boat, or spit
in the soup as the charming local adage puts it. The
more one looks, the more parallels one finds. The conflict between the Holy
Roman Empire and the Pope about who should nominate bishops and priests finds
its equivalent in the Education Nationale, where the elected government long ago lost
control over promotions and appointments. They recently even lost the right to
choose their minister. Claude Allègre, with his straight talking, was
"rather shocking": he even had the nerve to speak out openly against
the appalling level of absenteeism amongst teachers, whose rock solid,
job-for-life statute makes them practically untouchable. By a brutal campaign,
master minded by a private and altogether "capitalistic" advertising
agency hired by a "revolutionary" trade union, in which character
assassination, misquoting and even mockery of his moderately portly physique and
glasses were used shamelessly, the "left-wing" unions showed just what
"left" has come to mean today. After a long and increasingly odious
campaign, they succeeded in pushing his personal friend, but sometimes less than
courageous Prime Minister to get rid of his long-standing ally. He was replaced
by a harmless, ageing sycophant who had already been Education Minister, though
few recall this particularly uneventful term of office, but who could be counted
on to do absolutely nothing either to reform the system or shock the trembling
but triumphant pedagogues, nor, to come back to a familiar theme, rock the boat. Many
other examples can be found. All point to the profoundly conservative role of
this new First Estate. The time has long gone when Jules Ferry sent legions of
dedicated young teachers throughout the land to bring education to the masses,
to spread the ideals of lay republicanism and equality and combat the church
dominated education of the nineteenth century. The rigid, life-long career
orientated system, in fact, harks back even further, to the time when other
patient servants of another state spent their lives climbing the echelons,
surrounded by cronyism and corruption. It reminds one that of all countries,
Italy included, France is probably the only one in which an unbroken thread can
be traced back to ancient Rome. Here
the barbarian invaders quickly grasped the interest in hanging on to an old
system but one that had once worked. Clovis knew what he was up to when he had
himself baptized and made a deal with the remnants of the fading empire. Ever
since, the flame has been kept alive by the Catholic Church, the feudal
aristocracy, absolute monarchy, centralizing revolutionaries, Napoleonic
nepotism, an industrial revolution in which the capitalist class conserved a
taste for titles and monopolies, right up to today’s state controlled
industries such as the EDF (Electricité de France), heavily subsidized agriculture and a European Union in which bureaucracy and inefficiency break new
frontiers daily. A
sad state of affairs in what could be one of the most pleasant countries in the
world... but, what ever you do, don’t rock the boat, it might not really have
"Titanic" painted on the bows. |
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Updated 5/2/2001 |