74 Nationalists
have been construed as promoters of bourgeois hegemony. This point is
buttressed by the fact that Recabarren, tired of middle-of-the-road politics,
had split from the more moderate Democratic Party, which, under Concha,
had formed from a rib of the PR.
In the leftist press, Recabarren published very few articles that address the
concept of nation or patria.
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One piece, published in a 1909 edition of the
newspaper El Trasandino of the town of Los Andes, contends that elite- and
bourgeoisie-sponsored celebrations of independence were simply charades.
The other, a poetic commentary titled ‘‘A mi patria’’ (To my fatherland),
expresses bitter resentment toward what the patria has and has not done for
the popular classes. Both deserve some attention here. The El Trasandino
article appeared during the dieciocho (Independence Day, September 18) fes-
tivities in 1909 and resonates with estrangement from lo nacional. Here, Re-
cabarren castigates members of the working class who joined in the celebra-
tion of ‘‘bourgeois’’ rule. On the issue of class-based oppression, Recabarren
states that nothing changed with independence: ‘‘The working class lived
through centuries of Spanish slavery and tyranny, and when Chile sounded
what was called the hour of liberty . . . it was only for the bourgeois and
moneyed class, but in no case was it for the people who continued being a
slave of the new class that set itself up as the government of Chile.’’
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More-
over, when discussing working-class festivity, Recabarren flatly remarks that
revolutionary intellectuals feel a ‘‘profound weight when we see the working
class participate in a celebration that is not its own and feel merriment for a
so-called national independence that has brought no real liberty for the pro-
ducing people.’’ In short, ‘‘the people, in reality, have nothing to celebrate.’’
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The misery of working-class living and labor conditions, according to Re-
cabarren, conferred a certain absurdity to any celebration of ‘‘independence.’’
Recabarren’s ‘‘A mi patria’’ is a much more complex and acrid assessment.
Adopting the voice of a worker and with a flair for verse and a sardonic tone,
he offers a long list of questions, each beginning with the phrase ‘‘How can’t
I love you, my patria.’’ What follow are dark reflections on working-class life:
‘‘How can’t I love you, my patria, if now at my mature age, I carry with love
the chains of capitalist exploitation, putting up with salaries that are not
enough for food, nor to dress, and putting up with being treated like a beast,
all to resign myself like my holy Catholic religion commands. . . . How can’t I
love you, my patria, if you teach me to be generous, when you make me give
my labor to the patrón [landowner], to the businessman, to the authorities,
immortal glories of the patria.’’
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The patria, constituted and perpetuated by
the exploiting classes, is the antithesis to justice, Recabarren contends. Fur-