electrodread (electrodread) wrote in castrolistas,

Cuba 1

I went to Cuba recently and my views changed very much while I was there. My writing will be long and seperated into probably 10 sections of about 1,000 words each. I hope someone out there gets the chance to read and comment on my experiences. if anyone does happen to be reading this, contact me and I will be sure to post the following installments of my adventure stories.... PeAce...

(Cuba 1) Perceptions and Illusions

I will say it, I will yell it, and I will hold it dear until my last dying day on this earth: I am a Socialist, somewhere betwixt the poles of being an anarchist and a communist. I am a socialist forever! But, you may ask, why is it that you must identify yourself as such. Why place labels and why box yourself into an ideology which has been so abused in these modern times? Well, to begin, it is my beleif that the desire to be part of something bigger, eternal, holy, something that transcends the individual and aims to take charge of the future, is a fundamental characteristic in the psychology of modern wo/man. There is no greater fear than that of isolation, and this isolation is consolidated in that relative state which is called insanity. Insanity is relative in the sense that we are insane only insofar as we are incapable of conforming to the norms of our society. If we reject thier notion of God we are sacreligous. If we refuse to work thier machines we are vagrants. If we reject the market-driven identities they try and sublimate into us, we have no place in their society. While I am insane in the minds of many, these very minds are equally insane in mine. You who have allowed your nature, your id, your animalistic instinct to be replaced with the symbols and idelogioes of capital, you are the one who is insane, for indeed, you have been stripped of your animal character and alienated from nature entirely, and you are the one who is crazy. The shift into capitalism from the feudal mode of production can be blamed for this universal alienation (ie: collective insanity), argues Erich Fromm of the Frankfurt School. While capitalism freed us in many ways, breaking the caste chains of its predecessor, thus allowing for social mobility, and developing technology to the point where there is no longer any (humanistic) rationalization for material poverty, it also ripped us from our communal roots, bringing us to question our very existance and beleive that it is okay to work our whole lives for something with no real value. The history of the 20th century, I think, demonstrates very clearly the pathology that this alienation has led us to. Two world wars, a cold war, and two superpowers using all thier might to prevent the development of justice in the world, have tried to teach us that death is preferable to its negation. I am hesitant to say that I am an anti-capitalist, precisely because capitalism WAS an essential step towards the foundation of a society of peace and cultural/spiritual (psychological) prosperity. I feel that not to recognize this would be akin to denying death just becuase you life. Or that you prefer the sun to the waters of the earth. WHile capitalism, due to its neceissity for extreme greed and productivity, is the enemy of culture and solidarity; and while capitalism, due to its incessant need for expansion, is embodied in the war against social change and the destruction of nature; it is, at the same time, the foundation of the world of justice that humans, in all our 500,000 years on this planet, have never seen. While capitalism is its own gravedigger, the great piles of earth which it excavates are the mountainrange upon which socialism will prevail. I am socialist insofar as I recognize the individual and social insanity of capitalism, and, not denying that i am also victim to this madness, feel the need for an alternative so that I, nor my children, will have to live under the bombs of marketing and the marketing of violence and sex. When Fromm asserted that Marxism, in its adversity to idolatry and kinship to humanity, is the greatest religous movement in the last few hundred years, I began to see that the political nature of my marxism is only the tip of the iceburg. The cultural element is the ocean. But, you may challenge, Marxism is a materielist doctrine. As such, dont you have to see something to beleive it? To this, I react that Marxism is not a dogma, and any interpretaion of Marxist theory which places limitatinos or boundaries upon the mind, is profoundly anti-Marxist. If we can suspend our secular prejudices for a moment and agree that Marxism is a sort of religion, and further, that religion is rooted in faith--the belief in that which can not be proven--than I am free to beleive in Socialism although perhaps it has never truly trancended the minds of its idealists. That said, I do beleive that there exists a socialism on this third stone from the sun. And I am on my way there tomorrow. In my blog I will refer to this socialism as "Hope", because capitalism, or "The United States", is a great enemy of Hope. Hope is its greatest nightmare in fact. The idea that hope might spread throughout the peoples and cultures, mountains countrysides and cities of Pachamerica, (and then even the rest of the fourth world) would be the deathblow of empire and capitalism; that is, the onset of the fifth world. I dont like to take such black and white, heaven and hell stances on these matters, but the only way to prevent death is with life, and the only way to tame darkness is with light. And so, thanks to blockades and censors and other bad agents of the enemy of hope, I will refer to the place where i think there is Socialism as Hope, and to be fair, I will refer to the United States, again, the arch-enemy of hope, as Usary.

TO start I would admit that my conception of Hope is a frail one, as I have yet to feel her, smell her, dance with her and play her music with my own senses. That is, my understanding of hope is limited to letters and documentaries. but since Socialism is so central to my character, this means that there is a void somewhere in me, one that can be filled only by seeing what hope is like with my own eyes, nostrils, ears, tastebuds, hands, and even other senses that noone has been able to classify yet.

I hate to end this here, but I have to go and catch a plane to hope. I promise to continue as soon as possible!
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