The arrogance of the so-called activist of the 21 century is based on the grand delusion of being of some iconic impact to the shape of things to come. What a wank! Malcolm X didn’t have activist on his resume; he was only top of the class among students who were under a master teacher. He was taught nothing special from the others in his class. The circumstances which partly produced Malcolm Little were not unique to him, but the time and what must be done has a remarkable way of unfolding breakthrough opportunity for those adequately prepared.
Once we operate from the realisation that preparedness is a ceaseless state of cut-throat, relentless self-improvement there’s automatically a revolutionary gland which pumps combatant blood throughout our veins that upgrades our motives from survival to utter dominance. Obviously involuntary at times, we do however get blindsided by the cortisone (C21H28O5) hormones which are released by the adrenaline gland in response to stressful ghetto conditions mixed with a tinge of inherent African humility that gets passed from one hopeless generation of glorified peasant class to the next. This great humility makes us the only specie which fights and even sacrifices their lives for the purpose of teaching the very enemy which preys on us some grand moral lesson – what a waste, if we gave half our brain capability to another species which is less inclined to self-deceit and self-righteous idealism we’d probably begin to fathom the true power lying dormant inside us. Anyway, as a member of the working class you find yourself often wondering what the hell a march or a strike action is meant to achieve when we know that this type of petitioning to power is already ensured and budgeted for. No amount of damage caused to property nor looting will affect the balance of power, the means of production will remain in the control of capital after all that song and dance, this is what common sense tells me as I stand outside Dobsonville Shoprite talking to a defeatist youth who witnessed the violent response by armed security forces.
Extraction, Production, Distribution, Consumption and Disposal, a cycle we believe our modern world relies on for its subsistence and advancement. The labour, the humans forced to relocate from rural habitat by the destruction caused to their ecosystem by the extraction process of industry, they are the cogs and key parts of all these costly points in the global economy – or the machine. They aspire to a quality of life too, one reminiscent of the primitive existence, simple, no frills. That’s not good for business though; they must have a raging lust for the very goods they and their counter-parts all along the mechanized food chain produce in exchange for their life’s vital time and energy. This my dear friend is the new colonisation, when the interests of international corporations and their mother nations become subversively merged with the interests of their host nation. Cultural exports of the West which maintain their superstructure are far more important a feat than Columbus, Sir George Grey and Cecil John Rhodes could’ve ever imagined in their bloody adventures, but the two phases are part of the same design which was conceived centuries prior to Engels, Marx and even long before their greatest source of inspiration Mr Ludwig Feuerbach himself was born.
Some call them PsyOps, the well-calculated and social engineering operations preceded by generations of psychological, human behavior experiments and the study of hormones in relation to our social profiles. These are among a vast artillery at the employ of the US military industrial complex machine which is today more entrenched across all territories of human existence than it ever has been. If for one pseudo-revolutionary moment you think you’re outside the sphere of their influence you’re actually more bamboozled than the ‘savages’ in remote tropical jungles who’ve not had contact with any foreign invader, and they’re actually far more closer to themselves than you and I.
What’s interesting is that most revolutionary theorists and great thinkers in the fray of social justice we’ve seen and been inspired by in the last five centuries were all outputs of the same academic system which upholds the very colonial civilisation we seek to dethrone. Think about this in relation to Einstein’s words; “You can’t solve a problem from the same mind-state which produced it.” Those who were/are self-taught or are agents of divine inspiration will not be popular subjects of our attention even among black intellectuals since the system which determines the diameter of our thinking already determines the circumference of our activity. The Most Honourable Elijah Muhammad is a classical case, no one can point to a more influential black man in the last 1500 years than him, king Shaka was a monumental visionary and could’ve been, Honorable Marcus Garvey had the numbers but not the effect Mr Elijah has had. Religion aside we must disabuse ourselves from western standards and look at the way he organised Black Men and Women to an unparalleled state in all areas of life. Mentally, Spiritually, Socioeconomically and otherwise the world witnessed the literal remaking of the Blackman from Nigger to God. In the West Martin Luther, Medgar Evers, Kwame Toure, Nat Turner, Du Bois, Noble Drew Ali and others contributed immensely to the advancement of Negro liberation no doubt. None achieved what was and is being achieved by Elijah Muhammad’s Nation Of Islam, I emphasize this point because none has been more deliberately vilified or blacked-out from popular culture and contemporary history than Him or Louis Farrakhan. He was not a product of Yale, Harvard or any of their prestigious institutions and none of their best products has ever been able to refute a single idea in the scholarship of Master Fard Muhammad. The best journalists and thinkers of that time couldn’t even intellectually handle a boxer (Ali) who went through less than 2 years of study under Mr Elijah Muhammad. When we talk about de-colonisation we must look at one of the Blackest movement there’s ever been for modelling our work. Intellectualisation and “robust dialogues” are activities the colonial social scientist per-empted even within the design of the contrived native post-colonial experience. We are mindless in our degree-induced arrogance to think we’re so unique in our recycled analyses, in our topical engagements with feminism and intersectionality, racial injustice as it relates to class, dialectical materialism, etc. all these buzzwords come from the same opinion dispensary you’re dreaming of overthrowing but are too entrenched in to ever fully realise that pipe-dream. For example, when we remove the contradictory existentialism of Sartre from Farnon and Biko only what can be attributed to an educated response to their era and culture remains.
So, let’s stick to drinking their wines, smoking their weaponized weed and other recreational drugs whilst arguing in their tongue, enjoying social status conferred upon us by the amount of products we’ve amassed, by the value of our labour in relation to the quality of education we’ve been privileged to get. The sad part of this very education which causes us to raise our noses at those without it is that it isn’t transferable, we find it hard to share what we’ve been taught to others of our kind. No, it is purely for serving the owners of the means of production, who determine your value, which gives you a taste of a higher class than the one you’re desperately handing on to by a wage-thread.
Marching has a positive in Marxist thought
The proletariat in protest action is a means and not an end unto itself, a means of beginning the great work of uniting the working force across the industry, across the geographical and social arena where the political and economic power of capital is entrenched. The March and strike by the labour force seeks to instil the spirit of resistance, the spirit of hope, the will to change the status quo, and if we as the labour force achieve some gains in our petition this naturally activates the will to organise more efficiently and form some type of quorum which can influence legislation. Thus labour Unions are born – but none have been really true to their purpose for a while now. Maybe because they’re also a result of capital organisation, not organic, not formed by communities seeking to build their own instead of desiring integration.
So we might think capital power will never be shaken over a strike action, a march or the words of my beloved Cic Julius Malema when they’ve heard the same words verbatim from greater men and women many a times before. Every dime lost to them is reimbursed with more losses of our land, minerals, humans, and even minds. Theirs are losses calculated. Whilst ours are losses in life, martyrdom.
Colonial class exploitation prevails also through the proletariat’s ignorance of their power, the constant fear of loosing their means of livelihood, the defeatist attitude sustained by institutional dis-empowerment of the worker through conditions which reinforce the idea of tools and profit being more valuable than their life and illusion of a life which relies only on money. I was of the view that marching and protest doesn’t achieve nearly as much as‘Economic withdrawal’ can, but if we look at the distinct purposes of the two actions we’d be able to appreciate the different yet important goals each have in the radical dismantling of capitalist organisation of society.
However, the technicalities involved in the work of true liberation is no small feat and nothing on our current popular political landscape has the qualifications to effectively manage this program. All the degrees and accolades we have only deliver us at the feet of European theorists and philosophers, we are yet to see what real Black Excellence looks like, the West knows it. That’s why Jesus, Muhammad, Moses and all those great revolutionary ones had to be white-washed.