Sunday, June 07, 2009


Today has been voting day in the European elections. We have the right to vote in local and European elections but not the national ones (despite us having the “right” to pay national taxes). On my way back from the bakery (one pain au chocolat, one baguette avec éclats de céréales and one fraisier (a delightful combination of light sponge, fresh strawberries and a sickly-sweet and gaudily colourful pâtissier’s goo, which can’t be good for you)) I stopped off at the school where we were to cast our votes. As you walk into the courtyard, the single classroom is ahead (where the local elections took place) and the canteen to the left. I walked towards the apparently lifeless classroom before a huge “OY” (or the French equivalent thereof) drew me into the canteen. There was Jean-Luc, the maire (part-time mayor and otherwise farmer) Éric, long-distance lorry driver and the “oy” shouter and a lady whom I’ve never met before: Salut, Salut, Bonjour Madame.


It was all very early in the day and I could see that there were only two votes cast before me in the transparent ballot box. I handed over my card and received a small brown envelope. As I headed for the single voting booth (there are only about 160 registered to vote in our commune, so you can see that everything is on a very modest scale) Jean-Luc asked me if I had everything I needed. Of course, I’d made my choice already. I pulled back the curtains, entered and found it surprisingly bare of pens and voting slips. I re-emerged: “désolée, je ne comprends pas ce que je dois faire". Apparently I had to pick up an A5 flyer of my chosen party from the table laid out in full view, then enter the booth, fold said paper and tuck it in the envelope. I scoured the table for my choice. Hooray for advanced European democracies: about half of the available choices had a notice saying that no forms had been received at the mairie. Fortunately, I found mine—a stack of at least 200 forms (I’m probably the only person in our commune who’ll vote for them) took one, and, somewhat theatrically, I have to admit, like some ham magician, I put my hands behind the curtain to put the flyer—which they’d all seen me take—in the anonymous envelope. Éric, ever the comedian, told me that I had to have my whole body in the booth. When I pointed out that he’d seen which slip I’d taken, he replied that it didn’t matter, as they’d take my vote out when I’d gone and change it anyway.


So whom did I vote for? The green vote has been split between the Green Party and the Independent Ecologists and some young eco-minded and politically aware French friends of mine had expressed their disquiet at what the Green Party and Daniel Cohn-Bendit were saying. This was reinforced by Sébastien (father of four) who wanted to vote Green but wouldn’t now. Another friend had spoken highly of the Nouveau Party Anticapitalist and it is they that got my vote. In my opinion, the current financial crisis is dwarfed by the ecological troubles we are storing up for ourselves and it is precisely this crisis which could provide the opportunity for us all to reflect on how capitalism works, or rather doesn’t, and see if we can’t find a fairer and more sustainable future. Whether the NPA are up to the job, I’m not sure we’ll find out as I don’t think they’ll get too many votes; I’ll report back with our communes voting breakdown and the overall result.


Olivier Besancenot, who has put his name to this party, is a right old lefty, perhaps even—shock horror—a communist. Now, as an alternative to capitalism, communism didn’t quite work out, and I think I know why! Friedrich Engels, one half of the authorial team of The Communist Manifesto, once wrote to his friend, Karl Marx (the other): “It is absolutely essential that you get out of boring Brussels for once and come to Paris, and I for my part have a great desire to go carousing with you… If I had an income of 5000 francs I would do nothing but work and amuse myself with women until I went to pieces. If there were no Frenchwomen, life wouldn’t be worth living. But so long as there are grisettes [prostitutes], well and good!” Quelle hypocrisie, this is the same socialist who condemned the use of prostitutes as “the most tangible exploitation—one directly attacking the physical body—of the proletariat by the bourgeoisie”, but then regularly enjoyed their services. Wouldn’t it be nice to think that politicians had more integrity nowadays? Alas, British politicians have been found out, gorging themselves on outlandish expenses.


Will the NPA get voted in (unlikely). And if they do, will they work to make the world a better place or just race off to Paris to enjoy the pleasures of the ladies of the night, à la Engels? Don’t hold your breath.

5 comments :

kristen said...

Maybe you already know, but you are in fact supposed to take all of the flyers from the table, then go to the booth, put one flyer in the envelope and all but one in the dustbin there. That way your vote remains a secret...unless you decide to make it public on the internet ;-)

Obviously that's a lot of wasted paper, but all the flyers will be obsolete the next day regardless (including the one bearing your precious vote), so that until they finally decide that we may vote online or on a terminal inside the booth, we should feel no remorse.

Anonymous said...

Kristen, that really plays against the little parties. Usually parties print flyers proportional to ther size, so there will be more flyers for the big parties than for the little ones. If you remove one of each, the little ones suffer.

Emma O W said...

You don't have to take one of every single ballot to keep it a secret. :) I have worked election halls for referendums and national elections, and most people don't actually take one of each, so much as select a handful of parties in the same bloc. I mean, if you're an outspoken socialist there's no reason to try to 'throw off' your neighbours by grabbing a handful of rightist ballots. ;)

Val Grainger said...

Well you should have seen ours in rural somerset!

We had local elections too so I as person in charge of local polling station, not in our village but the next one along, had to issue a green paper with 3 names on it and.....a yellow paper with 17 names on it....which made it over a foot long and needed good origami skills to get it in the very small slot assisted with the 'official' ruler!!!
Great hilarity or incredulity was expressed by most voters....and there are only 300 on the roll in that very sparse and widely spread parish. We had lots of socialising, lots of neighbours catching up, 2 people who noticing my van came in to enquire about sheep shearing and another to chat about wool sales.
My poll clerk was curious to know if I was allowed to tout for business at the same time as being an election official.....I just gave her a gallic shrug!

Chris said...

Marx was apparently a bit of a hypocrite too, disapproving of Engel's mistress Lizzy Burns because he thought she was 'common'.

;-)