By Zak Brown
“In these circumstances one must have a large dose of humanity, a large dose of a sense of justice and truth in order to avoid dogmatic extremes, cold scholasticism, or an isolation from the masses. We must strive every day so that this love of living humanity is transformed into actual deeds, into acts that serve as examples, as a moving force.” Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara
Is it scientific or is it spiritual?
Is it rational or is it empirical?
Is it knowledge or is it the unknown?
How many have fought and died over Marxism-Leninism-Maoism? How many have fought and died over the rumbling in their stomach? How many have gone to war over Marx’s Capital? How many have gone to war over the pale faces who terrorize their homes? How many have killed over scientific socialism? How many have killed over the harsh whip behind them?
In which case it only seems reasonable to ask, what compels a revolutionary?
Going home everyday to find the cabinets empty and the fridge filled only with liquor.
Returning from school to find your street demolished.
Looking at family pictures because they are only a memory.
Is it science?
Stealing change from relatives just to buy groceries.
Laying in bed at night just wanting to die.
Being hated because of who you love inside.
Is it advanced?
Assuring the supervisor “it’s not broken” because you need the money.
Enduring his predatory glance with every encounter.
Avoiding contact because he might grab you again.
Is it logical?
Walking through the neighborhoods with the picket fence.
Choosing between the doctor or the rent.
Gunshots outside your window are only a nuisance.
A stray bullet hits your friend and it never made sense.
They don’t get it. They won’t get it. They benefit from it. Why can’t they care? I hate them for it. Why even ask if its fair? They hate me for it.
Why suffer? What compels a revolutionary? Why suffer? Why live in pain when there is hope for a difference? Why be an accomplice to famine, death and misery when it can change in an instant? The inevitable experience is not inevitable. Truth doesn’t care about possibility. Rivers flow without pain because there is no need for hope in harmony with all that can be named. You suffer because there is no gravity. There is no God. Shit is fucked up. Fucked up.
So why suffer?