editorial: BLAZE A TRAIL
The ongoing uncertainty resembles a blindfolded free fall. The time seems to pass at cyberspeed and simultaneous standstill. An feeling of grandiose freedom and deep fall at the same time. And before I knew it, suddenly I find myself in the middle of a jungle, sitting on the ground, surrounded by trees, scrubs and branches, which block my view, scratch my arms and legs and inflict here and there deep wounds on me. However I am surrounded by life, by movement and little by little I fit in the rhythm. Deep inside of me I know though that I am still falling. So I am searching for hold and orientation on the outside. I grab a droopy liana to straighten myself up. It feels real, consistent, certain. I hoist myself up on it, hoping to see some other lianas, that can help me to blaze a trail.
Welcome to volume #4, issue #3 of ATUBES: Digest of the Anarchist Tubes; for the month of July 2018.
This month we're taking a closer look at a bunch of comments published by users on the website (23 in total). Enclosed as a PDF, [Letter and A4 compatible,as well as an imposed PDF* of Letter and A4 compatibility] - the July Digest of the Anarchist Tubes.
“The concept of the White Ally is bankrupt. One cannot be an ally to a category of people. To speak the words “I am a White Ally to people of color” is to commit an act of double speak, to internalize non-sense. There is no singular black voice that can be listened to, no authentic community leadership which to follow. There are only many different people with different ideas, life experiences and perspectives. To think otherwise, to think that all black people share a common opinion is extremely problematic, one might even say racist. One can be an ally to individuals though there are other words in the English language which describe this relationship with more grace: friend, lover, partner and sometimes cellmate or co-defendant.”
From The Local Kids
The year is 2018. Our living environment is increasingly interconnected and transparent. This is obvious for the digital reality but is also true for the physical – if the distinction between the two hasn’t already become too artificial. These tendencies have reinforced the validation of the self through affiliation to a group and subjugation to its norms. Before our eyes identities are being constructed, clashes erupt in the scramble for a space to carve out and claim. A bonus for its members is that the enforcing of the norms now is horizontally distributed. As society becomes more totalitarian, the main feeling becomes anxiety. Will for one more day our imperfections pass unnoticed, or maybe just tolerated? And while we invest everything in this socially acceptable image of ourselves we have created, we become the role we were only playing. Is this life?
Politics of Ecstasy
Must we stop obsessing about how faithfully our anti-authoritarian practices conform to certain ideological principles and, instead, try to understand how they produce moments of exultation, of “ecstasy”? Looking at our battlegrounds through the lens of ecstasy lights up shifting visions and narratives. While the regulation image of us decked in our best principles might appear unblemished, most of us writing for this issue have found the image of us stripped down to our ecstasies less flattering. So much for our plans to destabilise capitalism with our seismic passions – at the moment, our ecstasies are adding cement to its foundations…
A group of us have been talking about the ways in which we’ve often felt alienated from our own movements due to the lack of post secondary and would like to hear from organizers with similar experiences. Rising from these chats, some of us have been talking about an idea for a compilation zine we’re calling ‘Class Dismissed’.