I think this criticism is articulated well here: “The erasure of class in the intersectionality theory is most clearly expressed through the replacement of class oppression with the defanged term, “classism.” Rather than advocating for class struggle of the working class and the poor taking over the means of production and the running of society, the “classism” analysis is an attempt to raise the consciousness of the rich, to be NICE, FRIENDLY, SENSITIVE to their poorer brethren. Under “classism” ideology, working and poor folks become the rich man’s burden, not an agent for change in our own right. In fact, the organizing that arises from such an ideology is as condescending and patronizing toward working class and poor folk as the snobbishness it aims to criticize.” - JOMO, Queer Liberation is Class Struggle classISM tends to refer to middle class folk saying “insensitive” bullshit—just as the word “racism” has been defanged by liberals to essentially mean nothing more than stereotyping rather than institutional and ongoig oppression. the word “classism” has never really meant more than this—we have better, less nonprofity ways of expressing ourselves in my mind.
there can never be reconciliation between classes
fuck off liberals
Yes it is, the same way “racist” is a thing. We must abolish both the white race and the ruling class.
Sit-in at the Multnomah County Sheriff’s Office happening right now!!
Last Wednesday the Austin family awoke to the sounds of Sheriff’s Officers and Portland Police beating on their door. The officers waited until Ron Austin had gone to work at 5am, when Debbie and her two children were alone, then entered the home to forcibly evict the family at the demand of the publicly owned and funded mortgage regulator, Fannie Mae. Now the family, like many in our community, is houseless, staying with friends, and keeping up the fight to regain their home of 27 years. This isn’t over!
The Sheriff continues to evict despite demands for a moratorium, court rulings against banks for foreclosure fraud, and public outrage at violence towards families. We must speak out now louder than ever!
Join us at the Multnomah County Building to let Sheriff Dan Staton know that we stand against evictions in our community. The Sheriff must stop using our tax dollars to put families out on the street.
No more evictions!
No more empty homes!
^from Occupy Portland’s fb page.
My friends and comrades are part of this!
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The Roman historian Tacitus tells us that Julius Caesar, along with the emperors Augustus, Tiberius, Caligula and Claudius, were all accomplished orators. But the art of rhetoric was not simply a weapon of emperors. In its belief that all citizens must be taught to speak well, it was closely bound up with ancient Greek democracy. For the Greeks, a free man was one who was to be persuaded by speech rather than, like slaves or foreigners, to be coerced by violence. Language was thus the supreme capacity which differentiated free, equal citizens from their human or non-human subordinates.Terry Eagleton, How to Read a Poem
Unless you have investigated a problem, you will be deprived of the right to speak on it. Isn’t that too harsh? Not in the least. When you have not probed into a problem, into the present facts and its past history, and know nothing of its essentials, whatever you say about it will undoubtedly be nonsense. Talking nonsense solves no problems, as everyone knows, so why is it unjust to deprive you of the right to speak?Mao, Oppose Book Worship (via tombomp)
Tonight you are a komodo dragon; everyone else is mice.
Tonight your every gesture brushes crumbs into a palm,
the genetic evidence of an eyelash
taken up in the beak of some toy bird with good instincts,
who knows how to prevent the slow inversion of its bones
through the pores of its paper skin,
staff & notes as seen from the back of the page of a score
held in front of steady light.
Tonight you are the lighter; I am the cigarette meant
for wind that turns on the chance the architecture met
like buildings in a busy intersection,
which are not yet infinite, but it seems every corner
has a cat backed into it
that is indifferent to rescue. Tonight you are the knife
alright to guide toward the pad of my thumb although
the only way to know
when the flesh of the fruit will give is to cut a great deal,
enough for everyone.
Tonight you are the event & I am the question black tie
or black suit,
or just how big was your father’s heart attack that took
weeks in dream-time, like a trip of saddlebags & sway
ending in a rush of parachute.
Tonight you’re lifting off to other things; I am other things
like char around the launch site, like terra cotta shingles
come loose from the roof;
I am a noise above the pavilion while you’re the report
No sign of her, sir.
Vents tonight release orchids of steam, almost perfected
into a geometry of columns
the archeologist no one is rooting for paces in, hands clasped
behind his back, a prisoner who is obviously free to go
but doesn’t, some shaft of light
he hasn’t broken with his body yet his sure to trip
a sensitive trigger,
all it requires is the will to blunder further, some Aramaic
or shorthand, an esoteric passcode
emanating like magnetism from his mouth. You are your name;
tonight & every night are the same; I am the point at which
the imperial slips
from being merely amnesic to humble, a forehead set against
the cool step of a temple in Europe,
the return home suddenly huge, because there is no moon.