Tuesday, June 5, 2007

The Personal and The Political: No Gods, No Masters! The Late Edition...


I've found myself with a bundle of unexpected time off, so I figured I'd finish up my series of Personal and Political blogs, weeks after I started them, with a (hopefully) brief account of how I became an Anarchist.

This one is easily the most complicated. Unlike my Bi-ness, it wasn't instinctual, and unlike my Atheism, it was something that came about in a distinct time period.

The influences were there from the start.

My Dad had moved his young family out to the country side originally to pursue his dream of a self-sufficient "living off the land" lifestyle. We never made it anywhere close, but we did always have a big garden and went berry-picking and all that good stuff. My mom often made us clothes, and furniture for that matter (Ma's a hell of a lot more DIY than the Poppa) and my sisters and I were raised to try to do things, fix things, and make things for ourselves. This DIY self-sufficient ethos is and was inherently Anarchist, as being able to provide for yourself, without or with a minimum of capitalist exchange is one of the prime strategies that behind most Anarchist plans for human liberation.

My Dad was also always very much an opponent of injustice, racism, and the abuse of power, and these ideals were passed on to me, even though I was too young to truly understand them. I chafed at the injustice I saw in the world, true, but I didn't question the root causes. Partially this had to do with the fact that the root cause I had been taught were typically religious ones. Man as a flawed imperfect being that must be held in check by law, both religious and secular, for instance, or the supernatural "evil" that constantly battles the Christian "good" in the world.
There was precious little mention of the inequality inherent in capitalism, or the tendency of institutions to create situations that serve only to perpetuate the need for said institution, you know, like The War on Drugs and the War on Terror...

Of course, I didn't know that at the time. At the time, Reagan was in office, and we were reminded every day that those reviled evil godless Commies, those slavers who denied people the most basic freedoms (it took me a long time to realize that in many ways both the US and the USSR were simply using different strategies to obtain the same goal, namely control) were set to launch their missiles against us and destroy the world.

So in my indoctrinated child's head, Socialism, State Socialism and Communism were not only one and the same, but all evil. These were, after all, the people I was told would bomb us into nothingness, or at least into one of the post-apocalyptic scenarios in the movies I watched and the books I read.

Thing was, I read a lot of post-apocalyptic stories.

A lot.

Still do. Wrote my BA on them in fact. At first I read them in an attempt to make it seems less scary, as well as to try to gleam some hints as to how one might go about surviving.

I did gleam hints, and I did get a little less scared. But what I began to realize was that part of me wanted this world to end. Part of me wanted the tyranny of school, the boring jobs I worked, the financial worries, the constant materialist oneupmanship to end in one fell swoop and leave those remaining with the terrible freedom to do as they will. I began to realize that there must be something horribly wrong with any world were a sizable segment of the population fantasizes about its apocalyptic end. I also began to see that one of the reasons for this is that removing the major institutions in society (the State, Church, and Business) was one of the preregs for forming a new society.

Still, I wasn't an Anarchist. Like a lot of people, as they begin to awaken to politics and society in their teens, I wanted radical change, but not Anarchy. At least not an Anarchy outside of the circle A no-one-can-tell-me-what-to-do variety. Nope. I wanted people like me, outcast little punk that I was, to take over. I wanted to make people read and play fair and accept diversity and think for themselves ... as long as they thought like me.

Mostly though, as I continued through the prolonged enforced stupidity of American adolescence, I wanted to be left the hell alone.

I wanted an island, where my friends and I (in this scenario "my friends" always included a plethora of gorgeous exotic woman as well, but hey, teenager, remember?) could live out a content existence without outside interference. I rightly surmised that the more one can support oneself, the less coercion in possible.

Books like Ursula K. LeGuin's Always Coming Home and The Dispossessed, Octavia E. Butler's Parable of the Sower, John Christopher's The Guardians, and classics like 1984, Brave New World, and The Grapes of Wrath eventually helped me form a pretty clear picture of what I believed, but I lacked the non-fiction, the political theory and historical background to really comprehend what was mostly a thing felt, not believed.

Later, when I returned for my first couple of trips to Iceland I got stuck in a bureaucratic limbo due to illness. At first, I couldn't work because I was sick. Then, as I began to get better, I couldn't work because if I did, the health care that was allowing me to get better would be immediately denied me and I'd get sick again. So I'm stuck in a government sponsored purgatory, in a small town environment where religious hatred of "alternative" sexuality is rampant, kept poor and inactive lest I lose the only positive aspect of my life (getting well), and spending a lot of time at the library.

I shall be forever grateful to Peirce County's Public Libraries. I eventually read Emma Goldman's Living My Life, which led me to Peter Kropotkin's Memoirs of A Revolutionist and all that was in between. I found a phrase that resonated something in me.

"No Gods. No Masters!"

It just felt right. It more than felt right, it felt just. By this point in my life, I'd been dumped on by the right for my sexuality and lack of faith, and equally dumped on by the left for refusing to unquestioningly subjugate my logic to the sacred cows of liberalism (veganism/vegetarianism, social engineering, and pacifism to name but a few). The staid and safe center held no appeal for me, and I was learning that the State really wasn't there to help its citizens. In fact, I was beginning to see that the State considered "it's" citizens to be State property, to be ordered about or neglected or done away with as it pleased.

I found in Anarchism a critique of the human condition that fought with equal measure against those who would use order and tradition as a means to entrench inequality and those who would, in the guise of forcing men to be equal, enslave them.

So I'm an Anarchist.

That being said, I'm a very old-school Anarchist.

I'll leave it until next time to explain that difference...

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're a jealous, powerless hypocrite with a Micky Mouse degree.

Good luck finding your cutesie hairspray if anarchy ever takes control.

What Rough Beast said...

Better than being a trite coward that can't be bothered to sign their name to their opinions.

But that aside, what am I jealous of, and what exactly makes me a hypocrite?

For the record, I've always considered my degree something of a Mickey Mouse diploma, a stepping stone I have to lay on the way to a vocation I might actually enjoy, so venting your bile about that is no skin of my back.

Finally, if you'd bothered to really read what I wrote, not to mention the links I provided, you'd see that Anarchists don't want to "take control". We want to liberate people from it.

As for hairspray, I'd either make my own (not that hard really) or simply continue to shave my head.

Would you care to respond? Perhaps with something other than unthinking stereotypical bourgeois bullshit?

'Cause seriously, bring it on!

Anonymous said...

Wasn't me.

Anonymous said...

Who needs hairspray when you can just as easily apply a mixture of eggs and sugar? A little sticky perhaps...

Some people seem to get the idea that if anarchy would become the form of non-administration we'd have an apocalypse.
In my opinion the world doesn't end, only the way we carry out our lives in it.
I realize that trying to change things to the way I like them on a political basis would be like peeing in the ocean to make it yellow. Instead of aiming at the political I go for the philosophical; changing the way people think and act might lead to a better world.

Love is the law, love under will.

Unknown said...

I'm not an anarchist (or never really explored the possibility that I was).

I'm more an humanist or more specifically a secular humanist and transhumanist with very, very strong atheist and secular leanings.

I think anarchy is largely an illusion because even in small groups there is always going to be somebody "in charge" (or who thinks they are in charge) if not then it would require a vast see-change in the workings of the human mind which I don't think is going to happen anytime soon (as far as evolution is concerned; I'll site a recent segment on NPR in which an evolutionary biologist theorizes that the capacity for humans to evolve further is shrinking because of the lack of diversity in the gene pool, but that's another story).

Yes, I know we're talking about the authority of the "state" but I would argue that that is a macrocosmic example of the smallest unit of society...the family.

Children will always look up to their parents as authority figures and hence nationalist sentiments could very well boil down to that (I don't know).

This was an excellent post. Thanks for sharing.