This speech at the MoveOn rally in Sonoma on Monday by SRJC professor Marco Giordano made a hundred people stop time together. It was a kairos moment. This speech is a direct challenge to the the core assumptions of what passes for politics on the American Left. I'd like to get the WACCO community response to this challenge.
Ben Boyce
Call for Revolution
One must wonder whether there has ever been wonder like ours in any other era at the course of its events, at the course its history was taking. Today one event after another points to a conflict which unites the local with the global in a struggle which has never seemed so close to final nor so total in its stakes. We come here this time to protest not the burden of our taxes but the outrageous distribution of that burden, not that we should pay them, but that we should spend them to support theft, torture, and perpetual war, not that we should support our government but that it should be our government which we support,not that our nation, from the blessings of our labor, should be but what it means to be our nation.Everywhere, and on every occasion like this, the question is the same.
Under the ground of every demonstration being held today for this cause across what used to be the country we would have willed to our children the question is the same. From Cairo to Canton, Ohio,from Madison to Morocco, from the streets of London and Washington DC to the rooftops of Tehran and Tripoli, from town squares named Freedom, to those named Sonoma the question is the same. Whether it be taxes or the wars or the assault upon the rest of us by one small class,whether it be the foreclosed future of a generation or the foreclosed future of a planet the question remains the same, "What does it mean to be a world at this hour in the history of the Human Race?"
We sense that the hour is late but know not how late. It seems to be striking on the face of one of two clocks we cannot see--one, the clock of economic, social, political and environmental catastrophe or the other the clock of our necessary victories. We cannot see the face of that clock because it is upon our faces that the clock is striking. The only hands it has left are our hands, the only hours our lives. It is not saying much about the world we would prefer to chant that it is possible and to take comfort in that when it is perfectly clear that another world is necessary and that we may have to sacrifice our comfort to achieve it. It lives or dies in our daily judgments,depends upon what we turn the face of that clock towards and what we turn it from.
When we turn it to the other side of the struggle we find that the corporatocracy are perfectly willing to sacrifice our comfort to achieve their other possible world. They are doing it everyday. And they not only have a perfectly good idea of how they would like that world to look, they have the whole planet on an express train to there and they seem not to care that there is a train wreck. Because there is not a world anybody can have, it is a world where the haves can have as many have-nots as possible. Today the concentration of wealth up at the top is twice what it was in the depths of the Great Depression. That economic power not only buys political power but thanks to a Supreme Court's declaration of corporate personhood, that economic power can now buy out a whole form of government. Every local election in the country is now subject to the overwhelming spending might of the corporate feudality under whose massive lobbying effort the parties become mannequins and elections a charade. We do not so much have a democracy as a little bit of noise imitating the noise of one--amplified endlessly.
And while the fair weather liberal concentrates on the process,the corporate feudality will concentrate on results. They will have an answer to our question,"What does it mean to be a world at this hour in the history of the Human Race?"
It will look like a gated community with an open air prison attached whose oppressed inhabitants are marketed the air they breathe and charged for the water that falls out the sky onto their roofs into their troughs where none of them will have the slightest power against their exploitation by the Marketplace: no unions, no affordable higher education or housing, no health care system with any obligation to anything but profit, no MediCare, no Social Security, no Living Wage. It will entail the cancellation of a social contract which was the single greatest contributor, after the Revolution and the Civil War to the identity and greatness of this country, the contract of Roosevelt's New Deal and it will entail the destruction of an entire class.
For surely what we are witnessing is as our Declaration of Independence observes a long chain of"abuses and usurpations evincing one intent." Not class warfare--collective bargaining is class warfare--but class cleansing--across the generations. The irony will not be lost on history that the grandchildren of those who fought against the worldwide domination of the corporate state, Mussolini's other word for fascism, and won, their grandchildren will become its attack troops. And we of the middle generation, could this all be the enmity of a class that resented the sixties, that hated us for stopping one war, securing civil rights for the oppressed among us, shepherding in a liberation of women, smoking dope?
To see this as the culmination of the resentment of the culture wars shortchanges both the enmity the corporate class feels for democracy--which should be obvious by now, and our unwitting complicity in what may be its impending demise. For if we turn the face of the clock once again onto the question"What does it mean to be a world at this time in the history of the Human Race?" and we look at the world we have been living in all our lives, I'm afraid we will find that very few of its assumptions will help us answer that question.
Most useless will be what we assumed political life amounted to:"talking truth to power," instead of unseating it, "being the world we want to see," instead of seizing it, assuming that politics was about who we are not about who we have to defeat. All our lives we have mistaken the ground of politics for a parade ground, not what it was--a battle ground. The other side has not made that mistake and now the battleground is about to be a graveyard with a mass grave yawning behind a staggered American democracy on the verge of being bulldozed into it.
I should tell you that when the young hear us congratulating ourselves for showing up at occasions such as these, their lips curl. They need not affective but effective politics and they, the clear-eyed among them, see many of our assumptions as alibis for a self-evident failure. We have laid upon them the burden, almost the requirement, to be one of the greatest of all American generations. I have been teaching them for quite some time and believe they, no less than the youth of Egypt, have it in them. But we had better start talking about how we can help them and not assume that we already know. Perhaps that entails not paying your taxes and then complaining about them, but not paying them at all. Perhaps it entails not negotiating over working conditions but not going to work for the profit of those who are stealing our country from us. One good reason to be here today is to talk about such matters and to earn a contempt for those who say they sympathize but never show. Tell them to visit their own country once in a while here where it lives and help make it live here. If American democracy is to survive, if a new America is to be born, it will be in the streets, not in the voting booths. It will be in the answer we struggle to realize in this most important of all conflicts, a conflict that is happening everywhere "What does it mean to be a world at this hour in the history of the Human Race?" This time mere revolt, if it ever did, will not serve, there will be no next time;this time the revolution is necessary, for every issue is connected, every issue group one party of resistance, the front is everywhere, the battle final and the time is never if not now.



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