Category: Personal

Celgenoten

Een avondje samen in het cachot schept een band. In canon liederen zingen met de naburige cel, lachen met de flikken en nieuwe boodschappen kerven op de muren van de aftandse kazerne, het zijn maar enkele van de vele activiteiten waarmee we de tijd doden terwijl we wachten om ‘verwerkt’ te worden door ons inefficiënte politionele systeem. Je celgenoten worden al snel kameraden, ook al heb je in het verdere leven weinig met elkaar gemeen. Je bent tenminste niet alleen.

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Why I am a member of a Communist Party

In this post I won’t be explaining why I think communism is right, or expound on in-depth theory about historical necessity or what have you. Here I’m just going to explain what my personal reasons are for joining and participating in my local party - being the Workers' Party of Belgium or the PVDA-PTB (Partij van de Arbeid van België - Parti du Travail de Belgique).

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Beyond privilege self-awareness

There is a presupposition that, as a white cishet male (all the words!) trying to acknowledge his privileges, I must be utterly miserable and emasculated by the experience. Full of self-hate and constantly apolizing; digging myself deeper, groveling before the relevant opressed demographic. Castigating myself and my ‘fellow people’ before the altar of the false god of political correctness.1 This is simply not true in my experience, which I’ll try to explain here.

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