Uncertain times, such as the one we live in now, have a
curious tendency to produce nostalgic social movements, a yearning for a return
to an often mythical better yesterday. In these straightened, post crash times,
I want to have a brief look at the history of these movements, and see what it
can tell us about things which are happening today.
Strangely, the 1920’s are remembered as a time of plenty, when
flappers danced the Charleston as the good times rolled. They weren’t really
like that at all. Churchill’s disastrous
decision to peg Britain to the gold standard caused a manufacturing slump
in a country that had never recovered from the economic upheaval of the First
World War. For a great many people, it appeared that capitalism was failing as
a system long before the Wall Street Crash of 1929.
In to this difficult era was born a movement called the Kindred of the Kibbo Kift.
They aimed, in their own words,
to encourage open air education for the children, craft training groups and
craft guilds, local folk moots (sic) and cultural development, and a
brotherhood of man through the disarmament of nations. In reality this meant
that they went camping in homemade costumes that resembled the clothes worn by
Anglo-Saxons, and danced around elaborately painted tents. In the words of the
founder, John Hargrave, the movement was based on the idea that “our great
disorganised civilisation has failed” and that recovery necessitated a return
to a more simple way of living. The movement petered out in during the more
absolute time of the Second World War.
In a similar sort of way, the movement towards self
sufficiency in the 1970’s, epitomised by the saccharine sitcom ‘The Good
Life’, should really be understood against the backdrop of economic crisis,
strikes and the painfully obvious absence of effective political leadership
that characterised that era. Once again, as things appeared to fall apart, people
wistfully yearned to be transported back to an imagined happier, simpler time.
Well, let’s face it; we live in uncertain times today. Can
we see modern equivalents of the Kibbo Kift emerging? I would contend that we
do. Consider the campaign to save traditional high streets. The idea behind it
seems to be that faceless multinational corporations are forcing small,
independent retailers out of business and homogenising all of our town centres,
an argument summed up, inevitably, in The Guardian here.
This basic contention is accurate. Small shops are disappearing, and we do buy
most of our food from the big four supermarkets. So what? Supermarkets are
cheap, and money is tight. The idea that people shop in Tesco because they
choose to, rather than because they are somehow forced to is not even
considered. Even more bizarre is the campaign
in Totnes to prevent a large coffee shop chain opening a store in the town.
If people don’t like mass-produced coffee they won’t drink it. Why is it right
to stop them? Why is it even important?
All these campaigners claim to be progressives, fighting the
march of the evil corporations. In reality they represent nothing so much as
the howl of the petit-bourgeois shopkeeper, unable to comprehend that people
other than themselves can exercise free choice, and that that choice may not
coincide with their desire for merry England to remain unsullied by the modern
world. There are plenty of good causes worth donating time and effort to. I
cannot for the life of me see why this is one of them.
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