Rocalet – the FAILED anarchist experiment

{francais juste un peu plus bas}

Rocalet is nomore a anarchist collective project. The guy who is the legal owner of the land (we always pretended, him including, that this is an irrelevant fact) turned out to be a pseudo-anarchist. A pseudo anarchist because he claims to be feminist and wanting to take décisions via consensus but is neither ready to accept any criticism, nor to make compromises. As long as we were living in a collective he didn’t have a choice to do so but became more grumpy and ignorant everytime things didn’t go exactly the way he imagined. When cohabitation became impossible, we tried to solve our issues in mediated meetings. And again, he wouldn’t do any step towards the rest of the collective, accepting to work on his behaiviour or something like that. It felt rather like as if he’d already made his choice and waited just until everybody had understood that you either have to adapt or to leave. I lost hope and took my decision that my time in this place is over before the others started negotiations about a spereration of the project.
And again here, now supported by his mother who put a lot of money in the project, they were not able to make any compromise that would be convienient for the rest of the collective. So everybody besides him, his Partner and his mother decided to leave. Some ugly mails keep on being exchanged, and a process began that really reminds of a divorce. I am happy to escape that toxic environment altough I feel a bit betrayed and uprooted.

Especially when I read callouts send by the stubbern manarchist, inviting to come and cultivate on anarchist and feminist bases after the old collective had seperated and half of it decided to leave.

The reality is, that the stubbern manarchist threatened the rest of the collective with using legal forces if things don’t go how he wants to. (he said this in a context that where everybody present promised to never let out, I am doing it nevertheless because I find it a danger for the community if somebody like him is part of it) He basicly kicked everyone out to have all the power over what is happening in the land. And then he prétends to be a new collective. He created a constitution of I don’t know how many pages regulating to the smallest detail the daily life (obligated working hours that you can skip paying) and the procedure how to become part of the collective (with 5 different status depending on the time you spend working there and the money you invested). I hope that nobody will be so naiv to be taken by that.

I remember that a long time ago, I was working togther with him in the garden, warning him that if he continues like that, he’ll end up as a one-man-project. He denied and told me, he will find new people if others leave. But who wants to join a „collective“ that is composed of a dude, his mother and his girlfriend? He will have host plenty of workexchange people and some random travelers, exploit them a bit until they have enough of him. Maybe some of them might want to join but as soon as their opinion differs from his, the same problems will come up. It is a pattern that I know very well from many places…
Capitalism and patriarchy overtook this short experience of „freedom“.

After the french translation you can read my expériences from earlier, the time when I arrived the first time there..

Rocalet n’est plus un projet collectif anarchiste. Le mec qui est le proprietraire legal de l’endroit (on a toujours affimé, lui compris, que c’est un fait insignificant) se revelait être un pseudo anarchiste. Pseudo parce qu’il prétendait d’être feminist et de vouloir prendre les décisions en consensus mais ni est-il prêt d’accepter aucune critique ni de faire des compromis. Tant que nous avons habité en collectif il n’avait pas de choix de faire comme ci, mais à chaque fois que les choses n’allaient pas exactement comme il avait imaginé, il est devenue encore plus grincheux et ignorant. Quand la cohabitation est devenue impossible, nous avons essayé de resoudre nos problèmes dans des réunions mediées. Et encore, il faisait aucun pas vers le reste du collectif, de accepter travailler sur son comportement ou quelque chose du genre. On dirait plustot qu’il avait déjà fait son choix et attendait juste pour que tout le monde comprenait qu’il faut soit s’adapter ou partir.
Moi j’ai perdu espoir et pris la décision que mon temps ici est terminé avant que les autres commençaient des négociations de le séparation du projet. Et encore ici, maintenant soutenu par sa mère qui a mis beacoup d’argent dans le projet, ils n’etaient pas capable de faire un compromis qui convenait au reste du collectif. Alors tout le monde, sauf lui, sa partenaire et sa mère a decidé de partir. Quelques mails moches continuaient être echangé et un procesus a commencé qui rappelle vraiment a un divorce. Je suis contente de m’echapper de ce environnement toxique bien que je me sens un peu trahi et deracinée.

Specialement quand je lis des appells envoyé par le manarchiste tetu, invitant de venir et cultiver sur des bases anarchistes et feministes après que l’ancien collectif s’est separé en deux et la moitié a decidé de partir.

La réalité est que le manarchiste tetu a menacé le reste du collectif avec la force legal si les choses allaient pas comme il veut. (Il a dit ça dans un contexte où tout le monde presente s’engagait a rester discret. Moi je decide de quand même en parler parce que je trouve qu’une personne comme ca dans le milieu est dangereuse) Il a basiquement jeté tout le monde dehors, pour avoir tout la contrôle sur qu’est qui se passe sur la terre. Et puis il prétend d’être un nouveau collectif. Il a créé une constitution de je ne sais pas combien de pages reglant jusqu’au plus petit detail le quotidien (horaires de travail obligées que tu peux eviter en payant) et un procedure comment faire partie du collectif (avec 5 status differents dependant du temps que tu as travaillé sur place et de l’argent investi). J’espère que personne sera si naive de se faire prendre par ca…

Je m’en souviens, y a longuetemps, je travaillais ensemble avec lui dans le jardin, lui prevenant que si il continue pareil, il finira en 1-man-project. Il a dementi et m’a dit qu’il trouvera des nouvels gens si d’autres partent. Mais qui veux joindre un « collectif » composé d’un mec, son partenaire et sa mère? Il acceuillira plein de workexchange people et quelques voyageu.r.ses à droit à gauche, les exploitera un peu jusqu’au ielles en auront assez. Peut-être quelques un.e.s entre elleux vont vouloir s’impliquer plus profondement, mais des que leur opinion differe de la sienne, les mêmes problemes aparaissront. C’est un schéma que je connais très bien de beaucoup d’endroits…
Le capitalisme et le partriarcat ont conqueri cette courte experience de « liberté ».

Voici tu peux lire mes experiences de plustot, le moment quand j’arrivais la bas au debut, en angails par contre :

After my stay in Bure I continued southwards in France. I wanted to visit a place of some people that I met already in automn. I was looking for already quiet some time for a community with a philosophy that would fit my way of live and political views. And this one seemed pretty cool, so I wanted to check it out.

the house! one part of it: the food-stockage and the new window-caban on top of it.

And indeed, it is cool there! A lot of things are going on every day, plenty of projects are happening at the same time. And really friendly and open people are living there. I felt immediatly like at home. And of course the nature is very beautiful. Well, sounds like paradise, no?

chill-out and herbs-plantation construction (fence-protected against chicken)

During my stay I was helping to clean the water-reservoir. So that there is running water in the house later on. The wall next to the reservoir was falling apart, so we had to rebuilt it. We made 3 little terrasses from things that we could find around. We included the beam that was laying across the slope and a fig-tree growing in the middle, put some new posts in the soil, made walls from old concrete plates (that were once a rabbit-stable) and wood and filled it up with the soil that was accumulating around the reservoir.

I went for dumpsterdiving and on a agricultural flea-market, where we bought lots of garden and kitchen tools and equipment for the future forge. I also participated in the construction of the window-caban. We added one „wall“ and I installed a 2-winged-door. We went for several walks, on the mountains, in the forest, down to the river, having ice-cold bath (saucette in quebecois = just dipping) I repaired several chairs and took the juice from birch-trees. I collected loads of trash from the soil(its full of stuff because the acient owner was a really messy person that apparently just threw anything they didn’t need anymore down the hill) and we cleared up the cellar. I learned a lot about wild and edible herbs and helped with sowing and making the hills for plantations. We visited many friends that live close and we went to an event where some people travelling with donkeys cultivate every place where they stay. We planted trees with them and had a workshop how to graft trees:

notes from the workshops

relaxing in the music- and livingroom

Another big project that happend quiet spontaneously when I was there, was the construction of a shed for the bikes. We chose a place inside a ruin next to the house where there was already a big metal-post in the ground. We added a second wooden one that we found in the broken barn. For the roof, we suddendly realised, that the beams that were on a pile next to the ruin would exactly fit to connect the new structure with the old walls. We were actually about to construct a new roof for the ruin. And slowly but surely with a lot of discussions how we should do it, we built the shêteau, as we called it (=mix from shed and château, french for castle). Me and my comrade never thought we would be able to create something as big as that! Really cool expierience!!

Later on I continued to built the storage-system for the bikes, the actual purpose of this project. I found some old metal iron bands, which heated up in the fire could be bend to Us. Protected with a bit of innertube, those things were screwed into the new wall.

bikes can be hanged and other bikeparts are stored under the roof. =>more space on the ground for more other things…

 

one of the habitants gave a concert with their band in bar in the next village. They are called „The neighbours from the opposite“

this is the cooperative bar and café in Gaillac, a small town an hour away. really nice place as well!

 

 

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  1. skiola

    Nice to read this! I love how you make things happen wherever you go. Good luck whatever you’re doing now!

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