Ilya Repin - The Annual Meeting in Memory of the French Communards at the pere-Lachaise Cemetary in Paris (1883)
Pretty sure this is the first Paris Commune meme I've seen. I mean it's not a very good one but still.
Fonte: A.N.A. O Binóculo foi um jornal humorístico de periodicidade primeiro quinzenal e depois semanal que se publicou em Ponta Delgada, tendo a sua redação na rua de São Brás, 98 e 100.
The grave of Louise Michel.
Jill Posner
Farringdon, London, 1979
I was working at a hospital at the time of the 2010 UK anti-fee demonstrations and would collect cuttings from newspapers that I found lying around. Here are just some of the ones I kept; they do not all express opinions that I agree with and many come from publications that I feel nothing but disgust towards.
Five years since Millbank. Here’s my amateur archiving that followed it.
Soviet sailors in London in 1956 visiting the Karl Marx Memorial. PHOTO: KEYSTONE PRESS AGENCY/ZUMA PRESS
And we have seen you too, oh Mother Republic, you tear-distiller. It was on May 23 of 1871: the glorious spring sun shone down on Paris; thousands of pale human beings in working clothes stood packed together in the streets, in prison courtyards, body to body and head to head; through loopholes in the walls, mitrailleuses thrust their bloodthirsty muzzles. No volcano erupted, no lava stream poured down. Your cannons, Mother Republic, were turned on the tight-packed crowd, screams of pain rent the air – over 20,000 corpses covered the pavements of Paris!
audio transcript: j1.3
I found Shadwell a very nice station. A lot of people didn’t like it. They said it was rough, there were a lot of problems there but for the years that I worked there I found some of the nicest people I’ve come across: the passengers who come through Shadwell Station.
Shadwell was the poor relation in regards to the rest of them on the East London Line in the fact that if you come out of Shadwell Station, in front of you, right opposite you is a street called Dellow Street. At the end of Dellow Street leads to The Highway and The Highway is what we used to cal The Great Divide, where anyone with money lived on the Wapping side of The Highway where as the Shadwell side of The Highway was the poor man’s part where there was no, no development going on, there was no new houses being built, there was absolutely nothing on the Shadwell side of The Highway. All the money went to the Wapping side of The Highway.
On occasions when Wapping Station was closed due to staff shortages passengers for Wapping had to get off at Shadwell and were too scared to walk down Dellow Street. They knew where The Highway was, they could see The Highway but they were too scared to walk to The Highway as it was outside of their comfort zone and had to walk in a real area with real people.
Interview at Station Supervisors office, Bermondsey Station, 15th February 2014