Doléances
Write down what is wrong. Find the others.

The cahiers de doléances, reopened

In 1789 France wrote down its grievances, parish by parish. This is the same register, open again.

The original cahiers de doléances were filled in by ordinary people in the months before the Revolution: what was wrong with their lives, and what they wanted changed. Their force was in being read together — a thousand private troubles turning out to be one shared condition, and the people carrying it turning out to be the majority. That is how a complaint becomes a political force. They were collected and carried upward, and they are still readable today.

It happened again in the winter of 2018. The gilets jaunes rose first — the first revolt along class lines France had seen in decades, made of households on about 1,700 euros a month, a third below the national median, from every political direction at once and many of them long done with voting. Then the registers were opened, and not by the government: in December the rural mayors put them on the desk themselves. Around twenty thousand cahiers gathered some 218,000 contributions.

Two hundred and thirty years apart, the same act: not a political camp with a programme, but a class writing down what its life had become — reaching for a register because nothing else represented it.

They were collected, digitised — and sealed for fifty years, on the grounds that nobody had asked the writers whether their words could be published. Yet the same consultation's online platform took 1.9 million contributions and published them at once as open data, and the government's own dataset page promised the town hall registers would follow, anonymised, under the same licence. They never did. Typed into a website, your words were public that year; written in the book at your town hall, shut until 2069.

There is no shortage of political frustration now. What is missing is somewhere to put it that is neither a comment section nor a news feed, and that organises what it collects by place rather than by outrage.

That is what this register is built against. What you write here is published as you write it, with your consent asked at the moment you give it — and the software and the data are open, downloadable at any time. There is nothing to release later, and nobody to release it.

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Written in 1789

Past voices sit alongside present ones, because the complaint is often the same one.

1789 fr →

Cahier de doléances of the town of Houdan

One tax, on all property

They vote particularly for the soonest possible suppression of the aides and the gabelles; that a general tax on land be established, levied in money upon property of every kind, whether belonging to the Clergy, to the nobles, to the privileged or to others, to make good not only the yield of those two most disastrous taxes, but also that of any others whose suppression should be judged necessary to the well-being and tranquillity of society; offering to remit the proceeds of the said tax directly to the Royal treasury and without charges.

Houdan, bailliage of Montfort-l'Amaury

Manuscript cahier, March 1789 — transcribed from photographs, uncollated

1789 fr →

Grievances of the women of Saint-Jean-de-Luz and Ciboure to the King

Because they are men

It is therefore because they are men that they are called to the council of the nation; and we are shut out of it because we are not. What unworthy partiality! Is it then an ignominious stain to be born a woman? Shall it be said that under so enlightened a reign we must blush for our sex?

Saint-Jean-de-Luz and Ciboure, Labourd

J.-B. Daranatz (ed.), pp. 317-327. Bilketa, ark:/27020/art0350740

1789 fr →

Grievances of the women of Saint-Jean-de-Luz and Ciboure to the King

A frivolous education

Is it not outrageous that only our bodily faculties are cultivated in us, as though we were mere matter, as though we had no soul? Is it not shameful that they confine themselves to teaching us to compose our bearing, to make our gestures symmetrical, to measure our step, to dance with grace, to sing with melody — as though they saw in us nothing but puppets and feather-headed linnets?

Saint-Jean-de-Luz and Ciboure, Labourd

J.-B. Daranatz (ed.), pp. 317-327. Bilketa, ark:/27020/art0350740