roseweird posted:

i know the art is from the book itself but the style reminds me a little of certain 4chan-favorite racist political cartoons ("around blacks never relax" etc) and between that and the subtitle "the true story of the white nation" it almost feels like it might accidentally attract aryan brothers and whatnot? although surely they're among those who need to read it most

idk, just my 2¢ as a worried-about-aesthetics person

roseweird posted:

"a short course in understanding babylon"

imo this would be good, it's almost intriguing

walkinginonit posted:

There a few good concise sentences in the book that would be good for a sticker/poster. IMO I would avoid using jargon like "Babylon" or referring to white people as "Settlers" to an audience that hasn't readsettlers.org and might not make the immediate connection.

Good choice quotes (paraphrased):

* It is the absolute characteristic of white society to be parasitic

* Nothing raises more enthusiasm among white people than attacking people of color - they embrace it as something between a team sport and a national religion.

* The white American "left" has mystified class consciousness. Narrow self-interest is not class consciousness. "More for me" is not the same slogan as "liberate humanity."

* White Americans are not waiting passively for "the Movement" to come organize them - the point is they already have many movements, causes and organizations of their own. That's the problem.

* White America is just concentrating on "getting theirs" while it lasts. In their tradition it's "every man for himself." They have no class goals or even community goals, just private goals involving private income and private consumerism.

That guy needs to calm down.... chill out!

walkinginonit posted:

* Nothing raises more enthusiasm among white people than attacking people of color - they embrace it as something between a team sport and a national religion.

They were playing the knockout game before it became hip

swirlsofhistory posted:

walkinginonit posted:

Swirls is the methlabretriever of white supremacism

You're the toilet slave of the NYC black party

go soak your head in a vat of acid

I'm a middle class person. My parents started out without much money, but they quickly moved up the economic ladder. By the time I left elementary school, my family was comfortable financially. I had a privileged education, tailored for a life in the bubble of the intelligentsia.

But that bubble made me claustrophobic. Starting as a teenager, I took a series of working class jobs to make extra money. I soon realized that those jobs were windows into a wider and more interesting world. Later, in the 1970s, I got caught up in radical politics. Older and wiser activists in the Movement drummed into me the pivotal role of the working class.

Eventually I decided to go "into the factories." I was part of a wave of young intellectuals in the US who were determined to commit class suicide. We were intent on helping make revolution from inside the working class. It's a decision I never regretted, even though it didn't work out quite the way I expected.

Since those early days I've had a bunch of industrial jobs. I've been part of lots of shop floor struggles, picket lines, job actions, strikes. I've tried to bring radical politics into my workplaces, and watched others do the same. I've seen left-wing caucuses and parties come and go. Most of my fellow "factory implanters" went back to graduate school or took union staff jobs years ago. The working class revolution we envisioned didn't happen.

But I never had any desire to relaunch life as a professional or academic, worthy as such a path can be. I didn't want a career in the labor bureaucracy. I liked working with my hands. I liked working in industry. And I mostly liked my co-workers.

Overall, I've been fortunate. I experienced some challenging situations, but I never got badly injured. I learned a lot, saw a lot, and joined forces with other workers to win some small victories against discrimination, unsafe conditions, and unfairness.

Now I'm retired, with a pension--something that only happens to privileged workers. I wouldn't say I ever made a full transformation from intellectual to working class person. That's a big change, socially, culturally, and psychologically. But through sheer longevity I became more or less internal to the working class--part of working class life. Fellow workers sometimes guessed that I wasn't born working class. Or they found out when I told them. Still, there came a time when I'd been a worker longer than most of them had.

And, as I eventually figured out, there was something significant that I always had in common with my co-workers: We were all middle class.