#15 Humor As Resistance - Dwarfs As Mechanisms of Liberation

In communist Poland in the 1980s, Solidarity had been driven underground. Martial law. Leaders imprisoned. On the surface, the regime had won. Then an art history student named Waldemar Fydrych — known as Major — painted a grinning dwarf on a freshly whitewashed wall. Not a slogan. Not a demand. A dwarf.

Episode 15 of Flourish in Times of Struggle explores Poland's Orange Alternative — the surrealist, carnivalesque resistance movement that embedded itself within Solidarity's organized underground and helped delegitimize communist rule through sustained public laughter. It asks the question at the heart of this series: when does humor actually change anything?

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DWARFS AS MECHANISMS OF LIBERATION

Michael C. Patterson 

Note: The transcript includes some extra material that was not used in the recorded podcast.

Hi there. Welcome to the Flourish in Times of Struggle podcast. I’m Michael C. Patterson. 

In the last episode we examined carnivals and carnivalesque forms of public spectacle, making the point that the bawdy irreverence and disdain for social norms and the reversals of normal hierarchies can be an exuberant expression of liberation — an expression of resistance. But, it can also be a pressure release mechanism. The day or two of liberation is followed by a return to conditions as usual. Anger and frustration are diffused.  Sanctioned carnivals end up serving the status quo. 

We asked the question: what makes the difference between carnival as release valve and carnival as genuine resistance? I suggested that the 

Answer seems to depend on whether or not the carnival is associated with an existing resistance movement. The Feast of Fools, the Saturnalia were not embedded in organized resistance movements. They stood alone. There was no movement infrastructure to leverage the released energy, and no resistance strategy to channel it toward specific demands for positive reform. 

In this episode we explore carnivalesque events that have managed to escape being co-opted by those in power.

Poland's Orange Alternative offers an instructive model — carnivalesque shenanigans embedded within a social movement that had both structure and strategy. That movement was Solidarity — the independent trade union that had spent years building an underground resistance infrastructure before the carnivalesque tactics of the Orange Alternative ever appeared on the streets of Warsaw."

THE ORANGE ALTERNATIVE — CARNIVAL WITHIN A MOVEMENT

Bear with me for a moment of history — because the Orange Alternative only makes sense against the backdrop of what was happening in Poland at the time."

In communist Poland in the 1980s, the Solidarity trade union movement had been driven underground. Martial law had been declared. Its leaders were imprisoned or interned. On the surface, the regime had won. But underground, the movement stayed intact — its networks preserved, its relationships maintained, its organizational capacity kept alive through samizdat newspapers, clandestine meetings, and the kind of patient, unglamorous work that sustains a resistance through the years when open action is impossible. Going underground was a strategic choice, not a surrender. It is a strategy that resistance movements throughout history have deployed when confronted with brutal repression — and one that those of us living through our own difficult moment may need to consider.

The Catholic Church provided crucial support — not as a revolutionary force but as a sanctuary. In a country where the Church was so deeply woven into national identity that even a communist regime could not suppress it, the Church offered physical spaces for underground meetings, moral authority that the regime could not easily delegitimize, and the protective leverage of Pope John Paul II — a Polish pope whose global visibility made the regime think carefully about how far it was willing to go. And the world was watching. Western governments had imposed economic sanctions. International labor movements were paying close attention. Western media were reporting. The regime understood that extreme repression carried calculable costs — in international legitimacy, in economic consequences, in the judgment of history. The knowledge that the world was watching did not make the regime humane. But it made it cautious.

Into this context came a young art history student at the University of Wrocław — pronounced VROTS-wahf — a city in southwestern Poland. His name was Waldemar Fydrych. He had published a Socialist Surrealism Manifesto in 1981, arguing that the communist system had become so absurd it had transformed itself into a work of art. A work of art grounded in the almost comedic genres of surrealism and Dada

Dada believed that the rational systems of European culture had produced mass slaughter — and responded with art that was intentionally nonsensical, provocative, and impossible to categorize. Marcel Duchamp's Fountain is the classic example. He took a standard porcelain urinal, gave it a title, signed it, and submitted it to an art exhibition. Duchamp profaned the pretensions of artistic hierarchy — forcing the most refined cultural institution in society into the same frame as the most basic bodily function. Shock. Laughter. Revelation. Sound familiar?

Surrealism added the dreamlike and the inexplicably strange — images that lodge in the mind precisely because they defeat rational explanation. Salvador Dalí took a symbol of rational order in modern life — the clock — and depicted it as soft, insubstantial, draped over the edge of a table like fabric. The melting clock says: what seems solid and inevitable can dissolve. What the rational order presents as permanent is not.

Fydrych had absorbed both traditions completely. He understood that the most subversive act is often the one that cannot be categorized or suppressed without the suppressor making themselves ridiculous. He was looking for exactly that kind of act.

He found it in the walls of his city.

Across Poland's cities, resistance activists had been painting anti-government slogans on walls — the oldest form of unauthorized political messaging, paint and courage applied in darkness. The regime responded by painting over the slogans — sending workers with buckets of whitewash to erase the evidence of dissent. The censorship was literal: the regime painting over the people's voice, wall by wall, night by night.

But the whitewashing created something the regime had not intended: a void. A clean white patch on a city wall. A fresh canvas provided inadvertently by the censors themselves. And Major — steeped in Dada and Surrealism, trained to see the subversive potential in the inexplicably strange — saw exactly what that void was asking for.

On the night of August 30th 1982, he and his collaborator Wiesław Cupała filled the first of those voids with a grinning dwarf.

Not a slogan. Not a demand. A dwarf.

The choice was surrealist and deliberate. The authorities had no category for a dwarf. They could arrest a protester carrying a political sign. They could paint over a political slogan. But what do you do with a grinning dwarf? Arresting someone for painting a dwarf requires you to explain, in court, why a dwarf is a threat to the communist state. The absurdity of the suppression becomes the argument.

Over the following years more than a thousand dwarf graffiti appeared across Poland's major cities. Each time the authorities painted over one, the blank white patch reappeared — and another dwarf filled it. The censors were the unwitting collaborators of the resistance. Every act of suppression generated the space for a more creative and more visible counter-act.

Then the dwarves came off the walls and onto living bodies. People began wearing orange dwarf hats — becoming living personifications of the subversive graffiti, the two-dimensional image made three-dimensional and embodied. Thousands marched through city squares wearing them. Others arrived in Santa Claus suits — the festive imagery spreading, multiplying, colonizing public space with cheerful absurdity. The authorities were forced to arrest dwarves. They were forced to detain Santa Claus. With every absurd arrest — with every police report explaining why officers had apprehended someone for participating in an illegal meeting of dwarves — the regime's claim to serious, legitimate, unchallengeable authority dissolved a little further.

And that dissolution was the point. The paradigm being challenged was the communist regime's claim to inevitability and infallibility — the assumption, enforced through decades of propaganda and repression, that the system was permanent, serious, and beyond question. The Orange Alternative attacked that assumption directly — not through argument but through collective public laughter. Once thousands of people were openly laughing at the regime in city squares, the claim to inevitability began to crack. And once cracked publicly and collectively, it could not be fully restored. The system that arrests Santa Claus cannot be taken seriously. The regime that detains dwarves has already lost the argument.

This is what the Orange Alternative achieved within the structure of Solidarity's organized resistance: the public delegitimization of the regime through sustained, participatory, joyful carnival. Solidarity had built the political infrastructure — the underground networks, the institutional support, the international connections. The Orange Alternative provided the escalator that moved ordinary people from passive resentment to active participation. The carnival was the visible surface of something much larger and more organized underneath. The released energy had infrastructure to leverage it and strategy to channel it. The corrective signal fired — and the loop closed.

Coda: Waldemar Fydrych acquired his nickname — Major — years before the first dwarf appeared on any wall. Called up for military service, he appeared before the army draft commission dressed in the regalia of a major, addressing himself as such, calling his superiors colonels, and displaying such enthusiastic and cheerful derangement that the commission concluded without difficulty that he was entirely unfit for military service. His first act of resistance was a surrealist happening. The nickname stuck. The man who invented the orange dwarf as a symbol of resistance against communist authoritarianism had already defeated the military bureaucracy with a carnivalesque performance. He was, in the finest tradition of Dario Fo and Arlecchino, the clever servant who outsmarts the master — not through force but through the one weapon the master cannot defend against: the refusal to be serious.

CHANNELED RAGE

There is one more dimension of carnival as resistance worth naming — one that connects everything we have been discussing to the broader discipline of nonviolent protest.

The anger that fuels resistance movements is real and legitimate. The frustration of living under an oppressive system, the rage at injustice compounding injustice — these are not problems to be managed. They are the energy that makes resistance possible. The question is what to do with that energy.

Erica Chenoweth's research on civil resistance shows consistently that nonviolent movements succeed at roughly twice the rate of movements that turn to violence. 

Carnival channels the rage into theatrical symbolic action — the kind that makes its point without producing the consequences that actual violence produces. The sandwich thrown at the federal agent says everything a fist would say — and more, because it says it without giving the regime the justification it needs to respond with overwhelming force. The inflatable frog getting pepper-sprayed in the air vent. The Polish authorities arresting Santa Claus. The Italian state prosecuting a jester on forty counts of blasphemy and subversion. In each case the regime reveals itself — its rigidity, its humorlessness, its inability to distinguish between a genuine threat and a man with mayonnaise on his hands.

PHALLIC PROTEST

And then there is Jeana Renea Gamble. Sixty-one years old. Grandmother. She showed up at a No Kings protest in Fairhope, Alabama wearing an inflatable penis costume and carrying a sign that read "No Dick-Tator." Officers took her to the ground, handcuffed her, and dragged her to her feet. The mayor of Fairhope declared the behavior unacceptable. A police officer told her on bodycam: "I'm not gonna have somebody out here dressed like this."

She was arrested for impersonating a penis. Then the real dicks became violent.

She was found not guilty on all charges.

The Fairhope police had tackled a grandmother in an inflatable penis costume on a busy Alabama roadside. The apparatus defeated itself. Again.

This is Bakhtin's carnivalesque in Alabama in 2025. The lower bodily stratum asserting itself against the performance of official dignity. The profanation complete. The misalliance of the phallic and the political, the bawdy and the serious, the grandmother and the riot gear — all forced into the same frame. The irresistible image. The authorities made ridiculous by their own response.

But — and this is the essential point — none of it works if the carnival stands alone. The molotov hoagie, the frog suit, the orange hat, the penis costume — these are tools of resistance. They are not the resistance itself. They open the imaginative space. They build the solidarity. They channel the rage into something that cannot be suppressed without the authorities making themselves ridiculous. They maintain the nonviolent discipline that gives the movement its moral authority.

The organized movement is the building. The carnival is the escalator. Both are necessary. Neither is sufficient alone.

CONCLUSION

The tradition of rude popular humor aimed at the powerful recurs wherever ordinary people have lived under concentrated power they experience as unjust and absurd — in the market square in sixteenth century Italy, in the occupied factories of 1970s Milan, in the city parks of San Francisco, in the streets of Warsaw in 1988, on a DC street corner where a man threw a Subway sandwich, on an Alabama roadside where a grandmother in a penis costume refused to back down.

What they share is the argument of the clever servant: the hierarchy is not natural, not meritocratic, not divinely ordained. Pantalone is an idiot. Arlecchino sees clearly. The person at the bottom of the hierarchy is not there because they are less worthy, less intelligent, less deserving. The hierarchy is constructed. It could be otherwise.

That argument, made through laughter, builds solidarity, channels rage, maintains nonviolent discipline, and activates the corrective signal — the recognition that something is wrong and that something better is possible.

The carnival channels the rage. The organized movement directs it. Humor with purpose. Together they make the resistance irresistible.