White van and anarchist

Sep 18th, 2013 | By | Category: International

On a road in the French foothills of the Western Pyrenees, a tradesman’s van passed. Durruty was in black letters on the side, a name that seemed familiar. Googling “Durruty” revealed that the van came from a builders’ merchants in Bayonne, but the name stirred something deep in the memory. A piece in a student newspaper thirty-odd years ago about the line-up for a music concert, “Manchester cult band Durruti Column” were to play, wrote the aspiring journalist. “What was a cult band?” I had thought. “Does that mean they have no mainstream following? How many fans are needed to make them a cult? What’s ‘Durruti Column’, anyway?”

The name has bounced around in the mind in the decades since, but it was hardly inspired by a builders’ merchant, anyway, the spelling was different. “Sometime”, I thought, “I must look up Durruti Column; find out where that band got its name.

Inspired by the location of our holiday, I bought Edward Stourton’s book “Cruel Crossing: Escaping Hitler Across the Pyrenees”, an account of those who had found refuge by passing through the Pyrenean countryside during the Second World War. In one of those moments of serendipity, the question raised by the white tradesman’s van was answered. Writing of those who had fled from Franco’s Spain at the end of the Spanish Civil War and of the Le Vernet internment camp, Stourton says it, “became home to the Durruti Column of Anarchist Republican troops”.

Durruti Column had taken their name from defeated soldiers, but why?

Memories of the Spanish Civil War were still recent in student days: the young men who had gone off in their twenties to join the fight against Franco were still only in their sixties.  The London School of Economics was probably not typical of English colleges, but reprints of the posters from the 1930s were still pinned to the walls of student rooms.  Spain seemed a place of flamboyance, of colour and vibrancy.  In the pages of Laurie Lee, it became a place where anything seemed possible, even for a youth no older than the one struggling with undergraduate essays. Sunshine and red wine are perhaps more conducive to irrational exuberance than grey dampness and flat beer.  Forty years on from losing the Spanish Civil War, those sympathetic to the losing, Republican side could still pin up posters with pride, and could even name a band after fighters in that conflict. Even in theological training the vision of Spain as being a place of verve, vivacity and reckless heroism continued.  A classmate, (who was to be murdered in his Rectory in 1990), would tell stories of his uncle Robert, a Church of Ireland cleric who had died in Spain, fighting against the Fascists.

In contemporary culture, is there an equivalent of the role played by Spain in times past? What would Durruti Column call itself today?

Saint Jean Roofs



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