Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Look at these clouds.

Huge clouds of tear gas. They will sometimes do this to the main trade-in in Cortex.

The heavy arms life wasn't already been used as most of the people that might have

seen leisure on black blob types. The less, less regimented. I think that's more

militant tactically types. You can hear the explosions ricocheting around this

a hole's going where we are. You can see flares being thrown in the tear gas

everywhere from the AIDS.

Since 1889, when the Second International declared it the day of an annual

international demonstration, May Day has been the central celebration of the

Workers Movement. The day itself was chosen to commemorate the bloody hay market

affair in 1886 in Chicago and linked the demand for an eight-hour day. The

duration of work, international coordination, and brutal violence. All these

themes have returned this year, perhaps no more so than in Paris. And that's not

just because, as has been so often noted, the French simply love a riot, but

also because since late 2022, the most dynamic movement in a generation has

taken hold of France. On the left in the UK, we look across the English

channel with envy. The French movements seem unbelievably dynamic, and what's

more, defending to the hilt significantly better terms and conditions. Because

I've already fallen in the foul of myself, our accounts of the movements in

France, whether you have a vest or far-right or communist, is too often

culturalist. We attribute the drama and intensity of these movements to some

unreproducible, gallic petulence. This is demobilising. So for May Day, I went

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