70 years ago, on October 4th, 1936, the people of the East End of London — men, women and children, young and old, “bearded Jews and Irish Catholic dockers” — told the British Union of Fascists to fuck off.
And they did.
(And black residents of Notting Hill did it again in 1958.)
La lucha continúa…
- Does Cable Street still matter? [BBC News]
Mosley’s son to hail his father’s Cable Street humiliation [Observer]
An eyewitness account by Reg Weston – Higham resident and life-time NUJ member [Revolutions Per Minute]
Battle of Cable Street awakens memories [East London Advertiser]
Day I Fought The Fascists [Mirror]
Fascist march stopped after disorderly scenes [Guardian, October 5, 1936]
Interview with Max Levitas, 91, also there on the day [Guardian : audio]
Interview with William Fisher, 85, who witnessed the scenes [Guardian : audio]
The Battle of Cable Street [Eastendtalking.org : mural]
Battle of Cable Street, 1936 [YouTube : Reuters video]
Cable-Street-Beat [Antifa music from Germany]
‘Day the East End said ‘No pasaran’ to Blackshirts’
Audrey Gillan
The Guardian
September 30, 2006They built barricades from paving stones, timber and overturned lorries. Women threw the contents of chamber pots on to the heads of policemen and children hurled marbles under their horses and burst bags of pepper in front of their noses.
Next Wednesday [October 4th] marks the 70th anniversary of the day that Jews, communists, trade unionists, Labour party members, Irish Catholic dockers and the people of the East End of London united in defiance of Sir Oswald Mosley‘s British Union of Fascists and refused to let them march through their streets.
Shouting the Spanish civil war slogan “No pasaran” – “They shall not pass” – more than 300,000 people turned back an army of Blackshirts. Their victory over racism and anti-Semitism on Sunday October 4 1936 became known as the Battle of Cable Street and encapsulated the British fight against a fascism that was stomping across Europe.
Mosley planned to send columns of thousands of goose-stepping men throughout the impoverished East End dressed in uniforms that mimicked those of Hitler‘s Nazis. His target was the large Jewish community.
The Jewish Board of Deputies advised Jews to stay away. The Jewish Chronicle warned: “Jews are urgently warned to keep away from the route of the Blackshirt march and from their meetings.
“Jews who, however innocently, become involved in any possible disorders will be actively helping anti-Semitism and Jew-baiting. Unless you want to help the Jew baiters, keep away.”
The Jews did not keep away. [“Anarchist!” Herzl shouted. “Bourgeois!” replied Lazare.] Professor Bill Fishman, now 89, who was 15 on the day, was at Gardner’s Corner in Aldgate, the entrance to the East End. “There was masses of marching people. Young people, old people, all shouting ‘No Pasaran’ and ‘One two three four five – we want Mosley, dead or alive’,” he said. “It was like a massive army gathering, coming from all the side streets. Mosley was supposed to arrive at lunchtime but the hours were passing and he hadn’t come. Between 3pm and 3.30 we could see a big army of Blackshirts marching towards the confluence of Commercial Road and Whitechapel Road.
“I pushed myself forward and because I was 6ft I could see Mosley. They were surrounded by an even greater army of police. There was to be this great advance of the police force to get the fascists through. Suddenly, the horses’ hooves were flying and the horses were falling down because the young kids were throwing marbles.”
Thousands of policemen were sandwiched between the Blackshirts and the anti-fascists. The latter were well organised and through a mole learned that the chief of police had told Mosley that his passage into the East End could be made through Cable Street.
“I heard this loudspeaker say ‘They are going to Cable Street’,” said Prof Fishman. “Suddenly a barricade was erected there and they put an old lorry in the middle of the road and old mattresses. The people up the top of the flats, mainly Irish Catholic women, were throwing rubbish on to the police. We were all side by side. I was moved to tears to see bearded Jews and Irish Catholic dockers standing up to stop Mosley. I shall never forget that as long as I live, how working-class people could get together to oppose the evil of racism.”
Max Levitas, now 91, was a message runner and had already been fined £10 in court for his anti-Mosley activities. Two years before Cable Street, the BUF had called a meeting in Hyde Park and in protest Mr Levitas whitewashed Nelson’s column, calling people to the park to drown out the fascists. Mr Levitas went on to become a Communist councillor in Stepney.
“I feel proud that I played a major part in stopping Mosley. When we heard that the march was disbanded, there was a hue and cry and the flags were going wild. They did not pass. The chief of police decided that if the march had taken place there would be death on the road – and there would have been,” he said.
“It was a victory for ordinary people against racism and anti-Semitism and it should be instilled in the minds of people today. The Battle of Cable Street is a history lesson for us all. People as people must get together and stop racism and anti-Semitism so people can lead an ordinary life and develop their own ideas and religions.”
Beatty Orwell, 89, was scared and excited. “People were fighting and a friend of mine was thrown through a plate glass window.”
Punk. Fucking. Rock.
See also : An Anarchist-led Mass Movement in Britain (London Socialist Historians’ review article; “…such traditions of direct action may partially account for their inclination towards greater militancy than the CPGB’s national leadership in episodes such as Cable Street”) and a brief biography of the criminally-neglected Rocker, Rudolf, 1873-1958.
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A few years ago, I was out street-leafleting against the British Nazi Party, who were standing a candidate in the local council elections at the time. An old bloke stopped to chat and told us the story of the day some of Mosley’s mob had tried to visit a suburb of Bristol. Crowds gathered as the nazis trucks drove into the estate. This guy, who was a kid at the time, got together with some mates and rapidly set about deflating all the tyres on the blackshirts vehicles. The adults then proceeded to beat the crap out of the ‘master race’. Their vehicles also needed serious repair and maintenance afterwards, and they were never seen again.
Attila probably sums it up best in This Is Free Europe
If it takes a voice, then shout the truth
If it takes a hand, then hold them back
If it takes a fist, then strike them down
From Cable Street to…
Ha ha ha!
Cool!
Yeah, Attila’s cool. I saw him when he came out here in… ’92? (For locals, at the Punters, and then the Tote.) V funny. I even got him to sign my copy of ‘668: Neighbour of the Beast’!
Cheers Buenaventura! Nazis REALLY shouldn’t drive, trucks or cars, 30s or 90s…