The Promised Land

30 Nov

In the Land Where Cops wear Che Guevara Tshirts that are made by Childrens Hands, and people think a socialist republic is a sweatshop on demand- Ciarian Murphy

Today I woke up with no smokes and alot of anger, several of my ex’s use to comment when i would wake up like this,it would seem i was itching for a fight.
Though I was pissed off, I really wasnt looking for a fight but to get where they sell smokes at this ungodly hour, you have to go through a white power/loyalist neighbourhood, I put on my Celtic Football Club hat, and an Anti Racist Action Hoody (seriously i wasnt looking for a fight those where my only clean clothes and they know who I am anyways) and went to the store. I bought smokes and coffee and sat down and smoked three cigarettes (i didnt smoke all night), walked home lit another and started to think.

Alot of thoughts were going through my head, so i called a friend across the pond about something we were discussing, i didnt want to leave a whole thesis on there answering machine, so i wished them luck, and gave a brief synopsis on what i was thinking, then went on FB to wish someone else luck and went outside to light another smoke.

I remember (vaguely) getting jumped, I had a friend of mine who was staying here who had addiction issues but since his mom was a respected commie from a revolutionary country i promised to help her son. I had money which was not mine on me that was raised for POWS and the speaking tour. Two so called comrades were with me, cause i like to wake people up at night and when the shit went down they ran.I was out of money and in pretty bad shape, and though the people who I raised the money for were understanding I still payed it back out of my own pocket. I remember this incident confirming the truth about class characteristics and a quote from Che Guevara came to mind while I was outside remembering. During the war in the Sierra Maestra he was complaining about the bourgeoise elements sent to him by the Communist party of Cuba whom he said could withstand torture but didnt even know how to fire a machine gun. The cowards that were with me were worst then that because i doubt that they could even take a beating, and taking a puff outside while i was smoking i was laughing to myself about how if this was open warfare any army including those of the imperialists would have these two shot for cowardess.
This line of thinking made me think of the issue of fascism cowardess and those that play at revolution, but have little to no understanding of the on the ground reality that people in working class neighbourhoods face, particularly around the issue of violence. Many people hold the illusion that KKKanada is a nice country and some even call it socialist. To many immigrants it is sold as the promised land, and the reason my parents came here was that they bought into that illusion. I wonder if with hindsight, if they really knew what capitalism was would they have left Romania to come here.

Mark Twain once wrote a book called the gilded age or something along those lines where he talked about how on the surface North America looked nice and cool and all that but scratch the surface and the decadence, rot and sickness is quite obvious. The problem that we face today is that many people who live in comfort dont want to scratch beneath the surface and will do whatever they can to hold these illusions. When confronted with the true reality, esp. if it is fists and doc martin boots, they panic and run.
This is not just because of their environment or class but rather because they either need to hold onto their illusions and to do that they must somehow reconcile what they see with their concept of reality. Usually this is done by either blaming the victim eg. if only they did not provoke the leviathan then you would not experience this phenomena or call the phenomena an anomaly that can be solved by “exposing”this element of corruption and begging the authority’s through petitions etc. to restore things to their natural order, as if the natural order is something good or positive.

The problem with this is that the decay and decadence of the society itself is not questioned. This is not the case with all people, I can think of one comrade who comes from privilege, yet despite this has thrown his lot in with the oppressed, to quote Jose Marti, because of the fact that he has chosen not to close his eyes to this reality, and time and time again has not only chosen to try to understand this reality but like a true dialectician has tried to actively participate and change it. Case in point, when a fascist sliced a friends face and it was pointed out to him, he cared not whether they were EDL, CDL, Stormfront or Blood and honour, but cared about what we could do to stop it.This anaylisis, I have noted has been applied by this individual to many other things that are rotten in this promised land, and for seeing beneath the surface and confronting the rot I applaud him.

The decadence and decay of this society is not just rooted to rogue fascist elements but rather is the substance and essence of this society. Those in the ivory tower may theorise about genocide here and abroad but they do it through an academic lens making the victims into objects, subjects and scientific measurements creating the atmosphere where they can dehumanize them and as such make peace with the status quo. By doing this the foundations and cause of the sickness we call capitalism and colonialism is ignored. Genocide is a thing of the past and indigenous solidarity is begging the government to act humane and sanitize the process by speaking out about flare ups that are cool at the moment and denouncing this or that shooting yet doing nothing about the systemic slow murder through drugs, violence, unemployment, displacement, encroachment etc. Dealing with these on the ground realities is not seen as political and belittled because to acknowledge this is to shake up their world view and question their position in the bigger picture something they are not willing to do.

The true reality is that the foundations of the whole society is based on decay and those who are not willing to accept this and then act are the real cowards because they are too scared to see that there promised land is soaked in blood, and that even the food that they consume is so ripe because it has been fertilized with the blood of those who have died and are dieing to keep their worldview whole. Many times I have tried to explain this outlook to people and many arguments have ensued, not necessarily about my analysis, but carrying it through to its logical conclusions, the sickness has been diagnosed, yet the issues is the cure, and like a sick patient in denial these forces will attempt to mystify the cure through fouclat or other such intellectual somersaults aimed at sowing confusion, because the cure, action after analysis not only destroys their world view but forces them to take responsibility, not through word, but through deed, forcing them to dismantle this so-called promised land.

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One Response to “The Promised Land”

  1. alan November 30, 2013 at 9:06 pm #

    Just a guess but gilded cage seems appropriate rather than gilded age.

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