A Win When?

A win would be marginalized, working class, poor people taking up arms to defend themselves against those that seek to control them. A win would be the people overthrowing the regimes, systems, and structures that have deluded them into believing that their participation in their own demise would save them. A win would be the people still having access to all their basic needs even without government assistance because the community garden, their next door neighbor, the local restaurant or bodega, the principled radical takes it upon themselves to make sure that no belly grumbles in hunger and no throat is parched from thirst. A win is when the people translate political theory into practice in their daily life then unflinchingly go out into the world with the intent to disrupt the current order, share resources, and nurture the community around them. A win would entail that politicians, presidents, and all agents of the state and state leaders are no longer being willfully and blindly submitted to by the masses, but are being met with resistance at every turn.

A win is not the celebration of an elected official (that you choose to make exceptions for) obtaining a seat within an entity designed to destroy. A win is not being content with the hope of time automatically healing unsutured scars and soothing these stinging wounds that our enslavers have left upon our bodies, minds, and spirits. A win is not allowing these pawns disguised as public servants to consistently weaponize your suffering in their slogans and perpetually lie in their legislation. A win has never been when those black, brown, Muslim, or otherwise become the oppressor or align themselves with one. A win has never been won by appealing to the authority that protects their power by wielding literal or metaphysical guns.

When you say All Cops Are Bastards do you only mean some and not all? When you say you’re anti-statist do you have caveats for the colonizers that resemble you? When you pull up to the ballot box do you preen with patriotism while choosing your new oppressor? When you shame those that refuse to be fooled by the farce that voting can help “save our democracy” do you smell the faint stench of blood on your hands? When pondering about the new world do you plan on leaving behind those bricks built by anti-blackness? When your safety simulation starts to glitch is it only then that you care what disabled folks have tried to tell you about? When “better times” reveals itself as fantasy do you still believe doing the work is worth it? When it’s clear that the future is fucked would you still fight for freedom regardless of it not being guaranteed?