The Strike That Changed Nothing

Sixty-some years earlier, another French government had fallen. Sixty-some years later, another one would. In between sat the Paris Commune — seventy-two days of working-class governance, the first instance of what Marx would call the dictatorship of the proletariat, and history's most efficiently composted revolution.

Bloody Week began when government troops under Adolphe Thiers moved through the city's western gates and started methodically retaking Paris, block by block, barricade by barricade. It ended a week later with somewhere between 10,000 and 30,000 Communards dead — the historical record is imprecise on this point, which tells you something about how seriously the victors took counting the bodies — and the Third Republic continuing more or less exactly as before.

The Commune had lasted 72 days. Bloody Week lasted seven. The math is instructive.

What's remarkable about the Paris Commune isn't what it achieved — it achieved essentially nothing that persisted — but how completely it was absorbed into the mythology of revolutionary politics without producing the structural change its participants died for. It became the template for every subsequent radical imagination of what revolution could look like. Marx wrote about it. Lenin studied it obsessively. The Red Flag became the iconography of the entire 20th-century left.

None of this changed the Third Republic. None of it changed who owned the factories in Lyon or the estates in the Loire Valley. The workers who built the barricades and drafted the Commune's decrees — abolishing night work in bakeries, establishing worker self-management in factories, separating church from state a full thirty years before the French state officially did the same — contributed enormously to the cultural DNA of the European left and changed the material conditions of Parisian workers not at all.

This is the pattern that Bloody Week keeps trying to teach and that every subsequent generation insists on relearning. The strike that changes nothing is always the most dramatic one. The dramatic rupture signals intensity of feeling, depth of grievance, willingness to die for a cause. What it doesn't signal is any particular ability to restructure the systems that generate the grievance.

The structural realities of 1871 Paris — industrial capital, concentrated property ownership, a state apparatus aligned with the propertied classes, an army marched back from its Prussian defeat and turned against the city's own population — these didn't respond to the intensity of the Commune's commitment. They responded to the Commune's power. Which was, ultimately, insufficient.

The Third Republic continued. The Commune became a story. The story has been told and retold for 150 years with extraordinary passion and essentially zero structural effect on the distribution of power in France.

There's something almost aesthetically perfect about this. The event that most completely failed to change anything became the event most responsible for shaping how people thought about the possibility of change. The workers who died in the streets and at Père Lachaise didn't restructure capitalism. They gave the idea of restructuring capitalism its most enduring imagery.

That's not cynicism. It's just the pattern. The system doesn't respond to passion. It responds to leverage. The Commune had passion in abundance. Leverage it did not have.

Adolphe Thiers continued as President of the Third Republic. The troops went home. Paris rebuilt. The factories opened on Monday.

Same as it ever was.

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• Paris Commune — Encyclopædia Britannica
• On This Day: May 21 — Encyclopædia Britannica