Becoming-Minoritarian in the Banlieues

From the Wonderful blog.urbanomic.com

Council estate of mind..."A demand for recognition, fuelled by ressentiment" (Zizek)...really? (photo by Jean-Michel Turpin)

Becoming-Minoritarian...It's not only the irresistible Mille-Plateaux-refuting(?) killer line that makes this article from Le Monde Dossiers & Documents very interesting . It gives a portrait of "Christine C., a 28-year-old from Corneuve" and shows how right (despite the strange misinterpretation he gives it – see above) Zizek was to point out that the problem is not one of justice for those in desperate poverty: it's something more interesting than this, perhaps (as Badiou says) an 'ontological' issue, or indeed even a 'crise du sens'. The article is interesting on the hybrid culture of the young people in the banlieues (but this will sound familiar enough to any of us who use London buses) and the rise of Islam since 9/11 (giving pause for thought on that other 'philosophe's' call for 'more religion' as the solution). This is actually the first thing I've read that gives a convincing account of all the complexities involved (needless to say, this complex picture painted is not special to Paris). The general situation is the singular result of the meeting of various social tendencies, and thus must be addressed in very specific terms – specificity of the desiring-machines of consumer capitalism and the tangled lines of youth culture, specificity of the desiring-machines of Islam in their encounter with social (national, community) disintegrations (a task Reza has embarked upon in admirable fashion), and the reactions and counter-reactions consequent on liberal quasi-interventionism.


Portrait of Christine C., twenty-eight years old, Courneuve.

In twenty-eight years in Courneuve, Christine has learnt a lot. "To look more carefully at people, to like some, and to hate others." In Paris, her father sent her into the factory at sixteen, so as to help the family survive to the end of each month. She was left to her own devices, met her ex-husband, and found herself pregnant.

Their relations led them to Courneuve. "My biggest mistake. Once you set foot in this place, you never leave." She's been a cashier, a cleaner, a nanny, delivered leaflets, done ironing. She's brought up her five children, two girls and three boys, now aged between 19 and 28. Who she rules with an iron hand.

"The banlieues explode ....' for More follow the linky link, i.e. external 'link' . anyhow, reader, external points out as in the points-signs.

all of this makes me think of lines in that old Song by the Sex Pistols

Anarchy in UK

I thought it was the u.k

or just Another country

Another council tenancy

I wanna be an anarchis


Just another country where you can die.

Another council estate.

the fear to leave to go back to fear to leave to go back to leave to go fear go to too fear to leave to go go go fear fear back back back

'that freedom of mind I call poetry' poetry is a way of life , a stance not a mere aesthestic stance paying for courses,and stupid training workshops for middle class distracted neurotic who want to express themselves. god forbid they do! let me them shut up! finally and great silence's 'll envelope the globe... in breaths of peace and plenty ...

peace sister Catherine ...