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Sunday, December 30, 2012

Crack Capitalism

Crack Capitalism

We want to break. We want to create a different world. Now.
Nothing more common, nothing more obvious. Nothing more
simple. Nothing more difficult.

By John Holloway
Roar Magazine.org
December 30, 2012

Break. We want to break. We want to break the world as it is.

A world of injustice, of war, of violence, of discrimination, of
Gaza and Guantanamo.

A world of billionaires and a billion people who live and die in
hunger.

A world in which humanity is annihilating itself, massacring
non-human forms of life, destroying the conditions of its own
existence.

A world ruled by money, ruled by capital. A world of frustration,
of wasted potential.

We want to create a different world. We protest, of course we
protest.

We protest against the war, we protest against the growing use of
torture in the world, we protest against the turning of all life into a
commodity to be bought and sold, we protest against the inhuman
treatment of migrants, we protest against the destruction of the
world in the interests of profit.

We protest and we do more. We do and we must.

If we only protest, we allow the powerful to set the agenda. If all
we do is oppose what they are trying to do, then we simply follow
in their footsteps.

Breaking means that we do more than that, that we seize the
initiative, that we set the agenda.

We negate, but out of our negation grows a creation, an other-doing,
an activity that is not determined by money, an activity that is not
shaped by the rules of power.

Often the alternative doing grows out of necessity: the functioning
of the capitalist market does not allow us to survive and we need
to find other ways to live, forms of solidarity and cooperation.

Often too it comes from choice: we refuse to submit our lives to the
rule of money, we dedicate ourselves to what we consider necessary
or desirable.

Now. There is an urgency in all of this. Enough! ¡Ya basta!

We have had enough of living in, and creating, a world of
exploitation, violence and starvation.

And now there is a new urgency, the urgency of time itself.

It has become clear that we humans are destroying the natural
conditions of our own existence, and it seems unlikely that a
society in which the determining force is the pursuit of profit
can reverse this trend.

The temporal dimensions of radical and revolutionary thought
have changed.

We place a skull on our desks, like the monks of old, not to
glorify death, but to focus on the impending danger and
intensify the struggle for life.

It no longer makes sense to speak of patience as a revolutionary
virtue or to talk of the ‘future revolution’. What future?

We need revolution now, here and now. So absurd, so necessary.
So obvious. Nothing more common, nothing more obvious.

There is nothing special about being an anti-capitalist revolutionary.
This is the story of many, many people, of millions, perhaps billions.

It is the story of the composer in London who expresses his anger
and his dream of a better society through the music he composes.

It is the story of the gardener in Cholula who creates a garden to
struggle against the destruction of nature. Of the car worker in
Birmingham who goes in the evenings to his garden allotment so
that he has some activity that has meaning and pleasure for him.

Of the indigenous peasants in Oventic, Chiapas, who create an autonomous space of self-government and defend it every day against the paramilitaries who harass them.

Of the university professor in Athens who creates a seminar
outside the university framework for the promotion of critical
thought. Of the book publisher in Barcelona who centres his
activity on publishing books against capitalism.

Of the friends in Porto Alegre who form a choir, just because
they enjoy singing. Of the teachers in Puebla who confront
police oppression to fight for a different type of school, a
different type of education.

Of the theatre director in Vienna who decides she will use her
skills to open a different world to those who see her plays. Of
the call centre worker in Sydney who fills all his free moments
thinking of how to fight for a better society.

Of the people of Cochabamba who come together and fight a
battle against the government and the army so that water
should not be privatised but subject to their own control.
Of the nurse in Seoul who does everything possible to help
her patients.

Of the workers in Neuquén who occupy the factory and make it
theirs. Of the student in New York who decides that university
is a time for questioning the world.

Of the community worker in Dalkeith who looks for cracks in
the framework of rules that constrain him so that he can open
another world. Of the young man in Mexico City, who, incensed
by the brutality of capitalism, goes to the jungle to organise
armed struggle to change the world.

Of the retired teacher in Berlin who devotes her life to the
struggle against capitalist globalisation. Of the government
worker in Nairobi who gives all her free time to the struggle
against AIDS.

Of the university teacher in Leeds who uses the space that still
exists in some universities to set up a course on activism and
social change. Of the old man living in an ugly block of flats von
the outskirts of Beirut who cultivates plants on his windowsill as
a revolt against the concrete that surrounds him.

Of the young woman in Ljubljana, the young man in Florence,
who, like so many others throughout the world, throw their
lives into inventing new forms of struggle for a better world.

Of the peasant in Huejotzingo who refuses to allow his small
orchard to be annexed to a massive park of unsold cars. Of
the group of homeless friends in Rome who occupy a vacant
house and refuse to pay rent.

Of the enthusiast in Buenos Aires who devotes all his great
energies to opening new perspectives for a different world.
Of the girl in Tokyo who says she will not go to work today
and goes to sit in the park with her book.

Of the young man in France who devotes himself to building
dry toilets as a contribution to radically altering the relation
between humans and nature. Of the telephone engineer in
Jalapa who leaves his job to spend more time with his children.

Of the woman in Edinburgh who, in everything she does, expresses
her rage through the creation of a world of love and mutual support.

This is the story of ordinary people, some of whom I know,
some of whom I have heard of, some of whom I have invented.

Ordinary people: rebels, revolutionaries perhaps.

“We are quite ordinary women and men, children and old people,
that is, rebels, non-conformists, misfits, dreamers,” say the
Zapatistas in their most profound and difficult challenge of all.

The, “ordinary people” in our list are very different from one
another.

It may seem strange to place the car worker who goes to his
allotment in the evening next to the young man who goes
to the jungle to devote his life to organising armed struggle
against capitalism.

And yet there is a continuity.

What both have in common is that they share in a movement of
refusal-and-other­-creation: they are rebels, not victims; subjects,
not objects.

In the case of the car worker, it is individual and just evenings
and weekends; in the case of the young man in the jungle, it is
a very perilous commitment to a life of rebellion.

Very different and yet with a line of affinity that it would be very
wrong to overlook.

Nothing more simple.

The sixteenth-century French theorist La Boetie expressed the
simplicity of revolution with great clarity in his Discourse on
Voluntary Servitude:

"You sow your crops in order that he [the feudal lord] may ravage
them, you install and furnish your homes to give him goods to
pillage; you rear your daughters that he may gratify his lust;
you bring up your children in order that he may confer upon
them the greatest privilege he knows-to be led into his battles,
to be delivered to butchery, to be made the servants of his greed
and the instruments of his vengeance; you yield your bodies unto
hard labour in order that he may indulge in his delights and wallow
in his filthy pleasures; you weaken yourselves in o rder to make
him the stronger and the mightier to hold you in check. From all
these indignities, such as the very beasts of the field would not
endure, you can deliver yourselves if you try, not by taking action,
but merely by willing to be free. Resolve to serve no more, and
you are at once freed. I do not ask that you place hands upon the
tyrant to topple him over, but simply that you support him no longer;
then you will behold him, like a great Colossus whose pedestal has
been pulled away, fall of his own weight and break in pieces."

Everything that the tyrant has comes from us and from his
exploitation of us: we have only to stop working for him and
he will cease to be a tyrant because the material basis of his
tyranny will have disappeared.

We make the tyrant; in order to be free we must stop making
the tyrant.

The key to our emancipation, the key to becoming fully human
is simple: refuse, disobey.

Resolve to serve no more, and are at once freed.

Nothing more difficult, however.

We can refuse to perform the work that creates the tyrant.
We can devote ourselves to a different type of activity.

Instead of yielding, “our bodies onto hard labour in order that
he may indulge in his delights and wallow in his filthy pleasures,”
we can do something that we consider important or desirable.

Nothing more common, nothing more obvious.

And yet, we know that it is not so simple. If we do not devote
our lives to the labour that creates capital, we face poverty,
even starvation, and often physical repression.

Just down the road from where I write, the people of Oaxaca
asserted their control over the city during a period of five
months, against a corrupt and brutal governor.

Finally, their peaceful rebellion was was repressed with violence
and many were tortured, sexually abused, threatened with being
thrown from helicopter, their fingers broken, some simply
disappeared.

For me, Oaxaca is just down the road.

But for you, gentle reader, it is not much farther, and there are many
other ‘just down the roads’ where atrocities are being committed in
your name. Abu Ghraib, Guantanamo — and there are many, many
more to choose from.

Often it seems hopeless.

So many failed revolutions. So many exciting experiments in
anti-capitalism that have ended in frustration and recrimination.

It has been said that “today it is easier to imagine the end
of the world than the end of capitalism.”

We have reached a stage where it is easier to think of the
total annihilation of humanity than to imagine a change in the
organisation of a manifestly unjust and destructive society.

What can we do?

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