History holds so much sadness, so much unnamed courage: hopeless indigenous defenders against the guns, germs and the cruel impunity of colonialists, the millions of mothers who have defended their children from danger at the cost of their own mortality - (hell, childbirth alone risks your life for theirs) - all of the civilians who did silent heroic things in their lives that die with them; but there, for me is something especially bitter, especially tragic, about the Spanish Civil War. The backhanded collusion of the western countries who, so soon after betraying the young, hopeful, anti-fascist Republic of Spain had to gather together all they had and sacrifice millions of their own in fighting those same fascists they had not just allowed to practice their weaponry and methods on the young Republic, but profited by bringing down. Within an infancy, the American, French, & multinational corporations that “couldn’t” help defend against Franco, indeed were quick to happily recognize his Fascist government, and had gained during the conflict - had to decide if they if they were Vichy Hitler supporters or exiles.
This sublimely rendered graphic novel, my second by Paco Roca, begins at the end of that war of believers; fought by those who didn’t carefully weigh their options, their risks, their long term gains, but by those to whom the fight against Fascism was “as necessary as breathing”. It begins at the Port of Alicante in March of 1939, and we are drawn into the epic tale of “La Nueve” a company of Spanish veterans, exiled, enslaved, escaped, retrained, and so much more - who go on to be the first to free Paris from the Nazis. All true.
(pp 131 - 133) We learn that as the Free French army under Raymond Dronne, and Joseph Putz (a Frenchman who had fought in the International Brigades) are assembling in Alexandria, our Spaniards - some of whom had been part of the Free Corps of Africa - join them. LeClerc (“El Patron”) arrives and they are directed to go to Morocco to train on the new groovy USA weapons.
But, LeClerc, says, he has been given one condition: “To get rid of the Chadians.”
Dronne protests - he says they’ve been with him since the beginning, that they are awesome - fought valiantly since the beginning of the African campaign (freeing Tunisia, driving out Rommel…)
LeClerc: “They” (read: the USA) “don’t want Africans liberating Europe”
Dronne: “What are you going to to General?...Those men were the first soldiers of free France.”
LeClerc: “The decision has already been made, Dronne.”
gulp.
(p 177) This artist. When the Vichy traitors took France, De Gaulle and those who would become the free French army left for years. Roca’s detailed scenes of them, with their Spaniard compatriots, arriving on Utah Beach post D-Day, landing, shows Frenchmen falling on their knees to kiss their homeland.. “After so much suffering, we’re finally here again.” The look from our protagonist, our storyteller, is more heartbreaking than Millais’ painting of the 'Princes in the Tower'.
The unsaid aggregation, the painful alignment of “Don’t you see how much longer we have waited? And more we have suffered? And how much farther we are from our kiss?”
and you know, but he doesn’t then - like the Princes in the painting, who go on to be murdered -- that Spain is never freed from Franco; that the corporate and international betrayals that allowed Nazis to practice and fascism free range to terrorize and destroy the Spanish Republic during the Spanish Civil War, continued until Franco’s death in 1975. You know that his kiss never came.
The other day on my Instagram feed Banksy showed his “booth” in Venice, displaying a multipart, painted, graphic perfect representation of the port just behind the location of the booth. Classic Banksy, except not as overtly political, this just being about the value of art? We see passersby glance, some taking a second, some dismissively gesturing, having no clue of course - due to Banksy’s delicious anonymity - that this ‘street art’ is worth bagillions of dollars. I feel this way about Roca’s work. I can’t believe i get to keep this book.
Except, maybe, with history this unknown, and this important, maybe i should give it away?