A few months ago I started getting involved with group called “Finding Our Roots: Midwest Anarchist Organizing.” I sat through meetings with the folks that I thought would be on the same page as me. I heard proposals on “Tribal Sovereignty,” “Race and Anarchism,” “Bicycle Workshops,” “Democracy vs. Consensus,” there was nothing about organizing. To them anarchist organizing was about “us” as anarchists or it was about what “others” are or should be doing. They could only talk about the “others” in tribes or in races that weren’t represented; they could only talk about the way anarchists govern themselves and about the culture of the left through bikes or recycling or gardening.I had come to believe that anarchism was about working class power, but the political concerns of these anarchists made me question this belief. I spent years like Mao’s frog at the bottom of a well. I stared up at the sky and saw something so small. I saw the world of the folks at “finding our roots.” My life made me jump out and see the world around. Our struggle is so big. We are so small and we have so much to do. I felt all alone as the ideology of half my life faded away.
although it’s somewhat disappointing to see that this person seems to stratify the concept of ‘anarchist’ while simultaneously proclaiming the world around him is not ‘black or white, but various shades of grey,’ it is still a thought-provoking read. i completely empathize with the disconnect between wanting to work for social change with a handful of others who might be ideologically aligned with you, but who want to spend their time sitting around and smoking pot instead of making a change. it’s so much easier to do work on your own and not rely on others, but the true dilemma is that a single person really isn’t much of a movement.
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