Destruction Of The Devil's Dance
Our enemies exist. They are many and they are tangible. So often inside of our own communities and inside of our own minds we seem to forget this. The terms "Us" and "Them" are also real. In the confines of resistance ,against the industrialized state, we have two sides to choose from; The Devils and Us. We don't have names in this case, because we've yet to establish ourselves from the former group. A name must be made, whether or not we make it is not of value, all that matters is that we make the distinctions concrete.
The Devils are those responsible for the bondage that has entrapped our every sense. I will not go into how they do this, there are a myriad of writings that do this far better than I could.The Devils call the shots. They control or support the institutions that make these mockeries of relationship exist. Without them the castle would fall. They run the commerce of despair and finely tune the machines of usurption. They're successes can usually be characterized by stock numbers, quarterly fiscal earnings, approval ratings and any other number of statistics which record the destruction created by them and those who support them.
The Devils also come in the form of those who directly support the system. Those who hold signs reading such vomit inducing lines as "We Love The Police" are not your friends. They're interests are clearly directed to have the Masters in power have mercy upon them. They are snitches waiting to be a witness and they are agents waiting to be deputized. They do not care about your well being and they do not care about injustice. They speak the language of positive reinforcement. They are dogs that have been broken, and shiver at the slightest motion made by their Masters. Some may even be Wolves That have been broken. Once strong and fierce, uncompromising and respected, they now fall under the hand of the Masters. They may have struggled, but they let themselves be defeated. They did the one thing the Master wanted, and that was to compromise.
Then there is Us. We have felt the bitter sting of the State. We are the flaw in their plan. In mathematics they call us the variable, the unknown. We have seen what the "Master" does and we wont back down. Unlike those who support The Devils, who are Devils themselves, we dont love the police, we want to do away with the police. We understand that the police are not there to protect us, but are there to keep that gap between rich and poor, between privileged and unprivileged, between desired and undesired. We know this. You can go into most poor communities across the country and the police wont be regarded as heroes, they'll be seen as the overseers, those who stand at the base of the hill, with whips, making sure that the We don't get out of line, that we never feel too free.
For too long we have let our agency, our ability to determine our own lives, rest in the hands of Devils. The Devil enablers act as the legs for the torso of Statism to stand upon. Whenever you face a monster that can't be taken head on, you take out the monsters legs. Now is no exception.
The days of being civil should be done. No longer should we stand idle as the legs of the Devil spit in our faces and taunt us. As they stand there, smug, with their signs reading "We Love The Police" and their faith that our civility will stop any repercussions.
Malcolm X once spoke of the "House Negro" and the "Field Negro", the same concept applies. The house negroes lived with their masters, they slept in the basement or the attic. They wore similar clothes to the master, they ate what the master ate. When something would go wrong the house negro would say "What's the matter Boss, are we sick?". The house negro would identify the Masters health with their own. If the Master's house was burning down the house negro would try harder than the Master to put the fire out, because the house negroes sense of being was characterized by the social role that the house negro played.
Then there was the field negro. The field negroes lived in small shacks or small huts. They ate whatever food the master threw out. They had the worst clothes and faced the worst living conditions. They hated the Master. If the Master got sick, they'd hope the Master died. If the Master's house caught fire, they'd hope for a strong wind to burn it down. They did not align themselves with their oppressor. They wouldn't think that "Police are members of our communities" so there fore they should be included. They knew the face of oppression, and they knew it well.
Today we are in a similar position. The Devils and their supporters are both parts of the same body. Arguing with them is a waste of energy. It works in their favor, the more time you spend arguing, the more you're not actively dismantling the "Master's" house. Debate is a fool's activity. In the process of it, nothing will get done. More often than not each participant is where they started, just more angry and befuddled than when they started. Masturbatory circular arguing is absurd and detrimental to recovering that agency that The Devils took from us.
The Devils have faces, they have addresses, they have families, they have a favorite color, they have emotions, they have likes and dislikes. What I am interested in is that they have life spans, and they have heart beats, and both can be stopped.
This isn't a call to violence, that is a personal choice. This is a call to realization that the stakes are too high, and the allies are to o few for Us to trick ourselves into believing that the Liberals, the Socialists or the Communists have our best interests at heart.
Those who cooperate with the police are not our allies. They attempt to extinguish the flames of change as the house of the "Master" burns. It is Us who hope for the winds and it is us who set the fire, the "Master" just provided the fuel.
Remember this and take care of your comrades, and they will do the same.
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