Who was Theodorakis’ ‘laughing boy’?

Από την Ελλάδα του Βορρά στην Ελλάδα του Νότου

A Gael in Greece

An album cover for Theodorakis’ album ‘The Hostage’, sung by Maria Farantouri

Written in honour of Irish revolutionary hero Michael Collins, Brendan Behan’s song ‘The laughing boy’, or ‘To gelasto paidi’ in its Greek translation, has come to stand for various Greek historical figures and events and is one of the most recognised songs of the last 40 years in Greece

It’s one of composer Mikis Theordorakis’ best-known pieces, a signature song that for almost 50 years has conveyed the desire for more democracy in Greece and the struggle against 1967-1974 military dictatorship.

Indeed, so popular is the song “To gelasto paidi” (“The laughing boy”) that it would be hard to find a Greek unable to put a name to or even recite some lines from the number, which is a common feature at school commemorations marking the Polytechnic students’ uprising of November 1973.

Yet despite the song’s enduring popularity…

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The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond

Loch Lomond (18th century Scottish love song)

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

Chorus:
O ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland a’fore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

‘Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond,
Where in soft purple hue, the highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

Chorus

The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping.
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Though the waeful may cease frae their grieving.

Chorus
O ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

Στις ωραίες όχθες της Λοχ Λόμοντ


(Παραδοσιακό της Σκωτίας, ερωτικό μοιρολόι)

Εκεί στις πανώριες τις όχθες, τις πλαγιές

στο ηλιόφως που πέφτει στη Λοχ Λόμοντ

η αγάπη μου και γώ πηγαίναμε μαζί

στις πεντάμορφες όχθες της Λοχ Λόμοντ

Ω, πάρε το δρόμο σου συ κι’ ακολουθώ

και θά ‘μαι στη Σκωτία πριν να φτάσεις

μα η αγάπη μου και εγώ δε θα σμίξουμε ξανά

στις πανώριες τις όχθες της Λοχ Λόμοντ

Χωρίσαμε ‘κεί στην πλαγιά τη σκοτεινή

στο σκιερό το λαγκάδι του Μπεν Λόμοντ

στ’ απαλό πορφυρό, τους λόφους τους μαβιούς

καθώς νύχτωνε κυττώντας τη σελήνη.

Τα πουλιά κελαηδούν, τ’ αγριολούλουδα ανθούν

τα νερά στο ηλιόφως κοιμούνται

μα η καρδιά που πονά δε γνωρίζει αναπαμό

τι κι αν πάψει θρηνώντας να δακρύζει.

Ω, πάρ’ το δρόμο σου εσύ κι’ ακολουθώ

θα ‘μαι κει στη Σκωτία πριν φτάσεις

μα η αγάπη μου και εγώ δε θα σμίξουμε ξανά

στις πανέμορφες τις όχθες της Λοχ Λόμοντ.






1745 (Jacobite Rebellion)  Version:

O wither away my bonnie May
Sae late an' sae far in the gloamin'
The mist gather grey o'er moorland and brae
O wither sae far are ye roamin'?

Chorus:
O ye'll tak the high road an' I'll tak the low
I'll be in Scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet again
By the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond

I trusted my ain love last night in the broom
My Donald wha' loves me sae dearly
For the morrow he will march for Edinburgh toon
Tae fecht for his King and Prince Charlie

O well may I weep for yestreen in my sleep
we stood bride and bridegroom together
But his arms and his breath were as cold as the death
And his heart's blood ran red in the heather

(chorus)

As dauntless in battle as tender in love
He'd yield ne'er a foor toe the foeman
But never again frae the field o' the slain (from)
Tae his Moira will he come by Loch Lomond  

The thistle may bloom, the King hae his ain
And fond lovers may meet in the gloamin'
And me and my true love will yet meet again
Far above the bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

Παραλλαγή:

 

Ω πούθε μακριά αγάπη μου γλυκειά

ποιό να σε ‘κρύψε Μάη μου σκοτάδι

η ομίχλη βαριά πέφτει πάνω στην πλαγιά

ω πούθε να πλανιέσαι καρδιά μου

 

Βρεθήκαμε ξανά στο δάσο χτες αργά

μ’ εκείνον που στ’ αλήθεια με λατρεύει

που αύριο ξεκινάει, στο Εδιμβούργο για να πάει

να πολεμήσει γι’ αυτόν που βασιλεύει

 

 

Ω κλαίω γιατί είχα δει στον ύπνο μου εχτές

γαμπρό και νύφη τους δυό μας στ’ όνειρό μου

μα του πάγωσε η πνοή, τα μπράτσα του νεκρά

το αίμα του άλικο στα ρείκια.

 

στη μάχη ειν’ αψύς, στην αγάπη τρυφερός

δεν έκανε πίσω στους εχθρούς μας

αλλά πίσω ξανά απ’ τη μάχη δε γυρνά

τη Μόιρα του να βρει στη Λοχ Λομοντ

 

T’ αγκάθια πάλι ανθούν, ρηγάδες κυβερνούν

τ’ απόβραδο άλλα σμίγουνε ζευγάρια

μα εκείνον π’ αγαπώ δε θα τον ξαναιδώ

ψηλά παν’ απ’ τις όχθες της Λοχ Λομοντ.

Andrew Lang (1844 – 1912) version (1876)

There’s an ending o’ the dance, and fair Morag’s safe in France,

And the Clans they hae paid the lawing,

And the wuddy has her ain, and we twa are left alane,

Free o’ Carlisle gaol in the dawing.

For my love’s heart brake in twa, when she kenned the Cause’s fa’,

And she sleeps where there’s never nane shall waken,

Where the glen lies a’ in wrack, wi’ the houses toom and black,

And her father’s ha’s forsaken.

While there’s heather on the hill shall my vengeance ne’er be still,


While a bush hides the glint o’ a gun, lad;


Wi’ the men o’ Sergeant Môr shall I work to pay the score,

Till I wither on the wuddy in the sun, lad!


Ετελείωσ’ ο χορός και ο Μεγάλος ασφαλής

στη Γαλλία κι οι φατριές την πληρώσαν

οι κρεμάλες πια χορτάτες κι’ οι δικοί μας ξαποσταίνουν

του Καρλάιλ τη φυλακή όσοι γλυτώσαν

Της αγάπης μου η ψυχή πάει για το Σκοπό κι’ αυτή

και κοιμάτ’ εκεί που πια δε θα ξυπνήσει

σε κοιλάδα ερημική με τα σπίτια αδειανά

του πατέρα της το δώμα ερημωμένο

Όσο ρείκια βγάν’ η γή ο γδικιωμός μου θα βαστεί, παλληκάρι

όσο κρύβουν τα κλαριά όπλου λάμψη

στο αντάρτικο εγώ θα παλεύω όσο ζω

κι’ ας πεθάνω στη θηλιά, παλληκάρι!

Red Is The Rose (Irish version)

Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the road, love, and I’ll make the vow
And I’ll be your true love forever

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any

‘Twas down by Killarney‘s green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she’d be my love forever

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any

It’s not for the parting that my sister pains
It’s not for the grief of my mother
Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever

(It’s not for the parting of my sister Kate
It’s not for the loss of my mother
It’s all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass
That is leaving old Ireland forever).

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any

Κόκκινο Ειν’ Το Ρόδο (Ιρλανδική παραλλαγή)

Κατέβα τα βουνά, Ιρλανδή μου ομορφιά

ναρθείς απ’ την πλαγιά στον καλό σου

το δρόμο να διαβείς και γω θα σ’ ορκιστώ

και θα ‘μαι δικός σου για πάντα

στα δάση του Κιλλάρνεϊ εσμίξαμεν οι δυό

στο φως απ’ το φεγγάρι και τ’ άστρα

που φώτιζαν λαμπρά τα ξανθά της τα μαλλιά

σαν μου ‘ταξε αγάπη για πάντα

Κόκκινο το ρόδο π’ ανθίζει πέρα εκεί

πανώριο το κρίνο της κοιλάδας

του Μπόιν το νερό κυλάει λαγαρό

μα η αγάπη μου είναι πι’ όμορφη απ’ όλα

Δεν είν’ για τον καϋμό της δόλιας μου αδερφής

δεν είναι για της μάνας μου τη λύπη

μα είν’ για το χαμό της Ιρλανδής μου ομορφιάς

που ράγισε η καρδιά μου για πάντα

(Δεν είναι ο χωρισμός της αδελφής μου Κέιτ

δεν είναι που τη μάνα μου έχω χάσει

μα που ‘χω χάσει εσένα Ιρλανδή μου ομορφιά

και φεύγεις απ’ τον τόπο μας για πάντα)

Κόκκινο το ρόδο π’ ανθίζει πέρα εκεί

πανώρια είναι τα κρίνα της κοιλάδας

του Μπόιν το νερό κυλάει λαγαρό

μα η αγάπη μου είναι πι’ όμορφη απ’ όλα

Άλικο το ρόδο στον κήπο πέρα εκεί

πανώριο το κρίνο στην κοιλάδα

του Μπόιν το νερό κυλάει λαγαρό

μα η αγάπη μου είναι η πι’ όμορφη απ’ όλα

On Raglan Road


On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.


Patrick Kavanagh / Luke Kelly / The Dubliners

The Original Melody: The Dawning of the Day



Στη Ράγκλαν την αντίκρυσα μια μέρα φθινοπώρου,

πρώτη φορά και τόνιωσα τα σκούρα της μαλλιά

μια μέρα πως θα υφαίνανε για μένανε παγίδα

και θα μετάνιωνα πικρά, τον κίνδυνο τον είδα,

μα ήταν αργά όταν πέρασα σε δρόμο μαγεμένο

και είπα ας πέσει η πίκρα την αυγή σα φύλλο μαραμένο.

Στη Γκράφτον το φθινόπωρο γλιστρήσαμε στην άκρη

μαζί κι οι δυό ανάλαφρα στο χείλος του γκρεμού,

εκεί που φαίνεται ο βυθός του πάθους τι αξίζει

και ο λόγος της υπόσχεσης πόσο βαριά ζυγίζει.

Πλάθ’ η αφέντρα των καρδιών πίτες αλλά ούτ’ εγώ

δεν άργησα ξοπίσω της με το σανό στ’ αλώνι

γιατί πολύ αγάπησα. κι έτσι, μ’ αυτά και κείνα

η ευτυχία χάνεται, πετιέται, μαραζώνει.

Δώρα του νου της χάρισα και τα κρυφά σημάδια

‘κείνα που ξέρουν μοναχά οι αληθινοί θεοί

οι καλλιτέχνες, ποιητές των ήχων και της πέτρας

λόγο και χρώμα απλόχερα, ποιήματα να πει

με τ΄όνομά της έδωσα, και τα μαλλιά τα σκούρα

σαν του Μαγιού τα σύννεφα απάνω απ τα λειβάδια.

Σ’ ένα δρομάκι ήσυχο τη βλέπω να βαδίζει

τώρα, που εκεί φαντάσματα παλιά συναπαντιούνται

μακριά από μένα βιαστικά, τόσο που πρέπει ο νους μου

ν’ αποδεχτεί ότι αγάπησα ένα πλάσμα από πηλό

όχι όπως έπρεπε γιατί όταν άγγελος ποθήσει

φτιάξη από λάσπη γήινο, θα χάσει τα φτερά του

σαν έρθει το ξημέρωμα, το φως της χαραυγής.




Dark Haired Miriam Ran Away

“synthetic sights and fish dim eyes, and all deaths loud display”
(θεάματα συνθετικά, θολά ψαρίσια μάτια και όλα του χάρου τα οικτρά, φανταχτερά κομμάτια)

to the Man who Is no more

Just apropos of nothing, blessed by the precious love for my family and the beauty of nature that keep me happy, among the news, the jokes and the politics, the writings and the drawings and the work day by day, the animals & the books and the skies that keep me sane and the friends that bless the journey, the lockdown blues, the worries, the hopes and the dreams, and the even the games we all play…

I caught myself talking to you again in my mind, to my man who is no more.

It’s not an anniversary or anything. It’s just an assault of that “miss you like hell” drumming of intangible fingers upon a window that has been sealed shut for eternity.

I will never get used to it, darling Douglas.

I know you knew that I missed you before, and I know you must have sensed that I’d miss you beyond death, because you understood and knew me better than I knew myself. You missed me when we were apart and would have missed me like hell had I left first; I am certain you knew, fear mo ghràidh, your departure would cause me immeasurable pain, the kind of grief that changes one, holds one’s hand and never leaves one’s side. That old wound that is never quite comfortably numb, that gives one a nudge and bites hard where it hurts, to the point of madness and blind rage, when you don’t expect it – like now – making the blissful memories damp with moisture from the eyes.

I’m nervously writing on a white virtual wall, in a crowded room; sharing my incoherent fleeting thoughts, my madness & my personal tragedy with friends and perfect strangers, because the emotions suddenly became too acute to bear alone… but in essence, I’m thinking aloud and talking to a man who is forever gone.

It’s the kind of wound that crumbles you into dust and you start vanishing, your soul disappearing into a black hole of nothingness drop by drop, a dry desert wind sucking the life out of you and turning your guts into a dark void. Oh, burn me faster, bitterness, kill me faster, already, poison of grief, finish me at long last, oh scorpion’s sting of loss…I beg of you, kind death, come and tear me to pieces, I do not bear living in a world where he is no more!

And yet, we touched once, and it was glorious, bright, sublime, triumphant, immortal: two minds connected and in that magic moment an entire universe was born, where almighty Love was realized, radiant and fully conscious of itself, dancing and hovering among the stars like a brand new sun.

I miss you more than ever.

I love you still.

I always will, until my mind fades finally into the abyss.

Thank you for everything that can never fit inside words.

The non-Medusa


No, Manhattan: that is NOT a Medusa! It’s such bad, cheesy, cartoonish, clumsy, corny, confused*, derivative, dreadful, ignorant, inauthentic, miserable and unoriginal “art” that it’s actually a parody of what it is supposed to honor: it’s a shopping-window capitalist mannequin, a Barbie with Ken’s decapitated head; one more pseudo-feminist commercialization of a false message; a prosaic pornographic-fantasy symbol made by a white male for the titillation of the male gaze and the commoditization of womanhood as seen from the outside, objectified and deprived of authenticity, power and soul. It’s a tribute to the castration phobia of toxic masculinity, it’s a nod to very thing that it’s supposed to be antithetical to, it’s a mundane unsexy sex appeal to the exact opposite of what it purports to defy. If Art is supposed to deepen the mystery, this cheapens it.

Do we really need another man to tell us what feminist symbols should be, how he sees them, and define what it is to be female – from his external perspective? It’s yet another failed image of censored, air-brushed female genitalia, a desexualized and depilated vulva that appeals to the “disgusting body hair” establishment trend thus made suitable for public consumption, following the Christian tradition of bodily guilt and shame, of the subdued pudenda (“that whereof one ought to feel shame”) in the entire history of patriarchal art domination; he has made her a sex slave; he given her a demure masculinized face that looks as if copied from Michelangelo’s David, inspired by his Capella Sistina patriarchal un-women. Even the snakes have been tamed to look totally devoid of menacing danger and agency: coiffed, fangless and hair-sprayed into place in a non-threatening, meek, prudish, submissive fashionable hairdo.

And no, women do not want to emasculate (that’s what the symbolic decapitation alludes to) men; we don’t want to replace and reply to assault with assault, rape with rape, hatred with hatred, wrongdoing with rage and revenge. How psychotic to allude or suggest otherwise, projecting your delusions upon us, attempting to hijack womanhood and to use feminism as a giant incapacitated canvas for your phobias to play upon in a loop like a sadomadochistic porn film. We are not raging lunatics foaming at the mouth seeking retribution – these are sick imaginings of irrational fear and religious derangement syndrome of fragile incels – like calling feminists men-hating “feminazis”. We don’t want sheepish so-called “equality” – we want autonomy, agency, emancipation, justice for everyone. We want to dismantle patriarchy, misogyny and sexism – not to perpetuate their phobias and their myths that systemically prey on people’s minds, poisoning them with subliminal messaging, indoctrinating them with irrational religious zealotry and superstition, resulting in the systemic abuse of all peoples of all sexes and genders by the privileged and the power-crazy.

The creator is supposed to be “responding” to Cellini’s “Perseus with the head of Medusa”, reversing the roles. It’s as if we didn’t have women artists to pay tribute to the #MeToo movement, it’s as if we didn’t have strong female symbolism in the entire prehistory and history of art to reimagine or engage in a contemporary meaningful dialogue with – from the prehistoric fertility goddesses to the embodiment of Victory herself in the Nike of Samothrace to the monumental statue of Liberty or even of Justice, to name just a few western examples…

It is sad that it was a woman artist who campaigned for this ill-conceived, poorly rendered and entirely non-valid sculpture to be celebrated and linked with a women’s rights movement; it is sad that many women embraced its compromised, pedestrian, redundant, voyeuristic, male-oriented concept of femininity; as an interpretation of feminism it is precisely as the male-dominated establishment portrays and maligns it; as an inversion of the Medusa myth it is so totally devoid of truth, empowerment, pathos and inspiration that it just serves to distort and trivialize both the symbolism and the messages hidden in the myth; it’s yet another attempt to cash in by exploiting the issues and a betrayal of women’s struggles that deserves ridicule, but at the same time it is so insignificant, so laughable and so forgettable that it hardly deserves more than a passing mention with the footnote: “yawn”. Thanks but no thanks, we can’t even be arsed to respond with a “fuck you”; we are so used and so tired of this paternalistic, patronizing crap that is not even genuinely insulting anymore – just boring.

Talk about being confused*: It wasn’t Perseus who raped Medusa – it was Poseidon – desecrating Athena’s temple – yes, even the cerebral daughter of the male king of gods, Zeus / Dias who replaced Dione and overthrew the fertility goddesses of the earlier period, had to be put into her place by her uncle, in a symbolic act cleansing him from his earlier associations with Earth goddess Demeter; Apollo slaying the python, masculine Order defeating feminine Chaos, Male establishing his “might makes right” rule over the female…Poseidon was a horse deity- originally a symbol of worship derived from the warring hordes that invaded and overpowered the egalitarian old European matrilinear, peaceful cultures; Medusa’s subsequent victim-blaming demonization for the blasphemous sacrilegious act that took place in her temple, was committed by the ultimate desexualized female, the virgin goddess Athena herself. Perseus (son of Zeus) cut off her head and Athena placed it on her shield, as a warning as well as apotropaic appropriation. The fierce Gorgon‘s gaze would instantly turn onlookers into stone.


I do not legitimize the Manhattan non-Medusa. Feast your eyes, instead, on a Síle from the 12th century and a Baubo from Ptolemaic Egypt, 300-200 BCE.

Rape Culture as Haute Couture

We are supposed to educate young people that Rape and Sexual Assault are about Power and Violence; that they are horrific, dehumanizing crimes that destroy peoples lives; that they cause mental health illness and / or drive many victims to substance abuse, self-harmful behaviours and suicide; that many if not most survivors struggle with and suffer the consequences of the trauma for the rest of their lives.

And yet the cultural depiction of rape, sexual assault and sex abuse in the arts & entertainment Industries (including of course Pornography), in advertising, fashion and the media, says exactly the opposite: the message, explicit or subliminal, from these industries, and from the culture that pervades our society, is telling and showing young people that Sex Crime is Acceptable, Artistic, Attractive, Beautiful, Desirable, Erotic, Lucrative, Normal, Sexy, Successful, Valid, Virtuous and Wonderful.

The depiction of Rape as Entertainment has become a bandwagon. It has become “personal expression”. It has become “creative freedom”. It has become “Free Speech”. Just like Hate Speech.

In fiction – and specifically, literature in the English language – Rape has been Eroticized, Normalized, Prettified, Sexualized, promoted and shown as something that can lead to a wonderful life, healthy, loving relationships and happiness. The Rape Trope is Acceptable, and people who are making a living by exploiting the Rape Culture and turn their rape fantasies into plot devices for even the most mainstream books, film, or television dramas, are admired, rewarded, respected, bestowed with honours and success. Some are Revered, elevated to the status of auteurs, even.

You may repeat to the young ones that Rape is a vile, heinous crime until you are blue in the face – they are not going to believe you until it happens to them. And they are not going to listen because they pay attention to what the responsible adults are doing, not what they pay lip service to. And they know we’re hypocrites about sexual violence. We are teaching them that, too.

Children nowadays (mostly the boys but also girls) learn about Sex from pornography where women are not just objectified and humiliated, they are brutalized – and they have to pretend they are enjoying it, just like prostitutes do, because that is the job description. Before, boys learned about sex from being taken to a brothel by a male relative (in some cultures) or they didn’t learn at all: in some ultra-religious conservative cultures, their parents pretended sex outside marriage does not exist and expected their children to learn from / with their spouses. I don’t know what is actually worse but that was then. Now, in the internet age, when young people turn to the mainstream media they further learn that Rape can lead to beautiful fairytale romantic and loving relationships. We are showing them that romantic lovers can beat and rape people “lovingly”. Millions of fans idolize these role models: they swoon over these on-screen couples and “romances” ; an entire Industry troupe of authors, producers, directors, actors and “expert” critics defend such absurdities – because of course, they are paid to do so…Yes, that’s right: we are feeding our young the utterly harmful bullshit that rape can be most enjoyable and a positive experience…

I really only need to mention two Famous examples where Rape and Sadism are not just used as a mechanism to drive the plot and a sinister ploy to attract viewership but also grossly and falsely misrepresented as either insignificant or enjoyable and where the on-screen sex in general is purely gratuitous exploitation: Game of Thrones and Outlander. Rape and Sadism have become the mainstream “soft porn” for bored housebound consumers of our times because, of course: the more violence viewers are exposed to the more desensitized they are so the images have to become more and more shocking to attract audiences.

I have read all the Song of Ice and Fire books and I found them boring, tedious and mediocre, lacking originality and imagination (I’m being kind): the plot is copied from history, the fantasy bits aren’t original (dragons…yawn) and the sex is poorly written – but that’s all it takes to become an award-winning culture icon nowadays: a TV adaptation.

During the long hours of painting I listen to audiobooks so I recently started listening to the Outlander audiobook. And no, I won’t be partaking either. Which is a pity because Scotland as a setting deserves better. It’s obviously not a coincidence that the authors of both these series are following the same recipe and swapping writing tips. It was only because of Outlander that I actually found out a bit more about the televised adaptation of GOT – and I know for sure that I wouldn’t have watched a second episode of that caper, either.

Game of Thrones Season One, Episode One: Prince X forces his sister to marry Y who will lend him ten thousand warriors to take back his kingdom. She doesn’t want to. Brother says he would have all forty thousand men and their horses rape her if that is what it would take for him to reclaim his throne. Her new husband rapes her. They subsequently “fall in love”. The author defended this as “realistic”…

Rape Scenes Are Not Just Awful: They Are Lazy Writing.

But the Rape is not real to you, the viewer: all you see is two attractive naked actors having sex on your screen. Their semi-nudity and the simulated sex is titillating. It’s arousing. There is no detailed analysis of the suffering. As time is condensed, whatever emotional damage was inflicted is glossed over, ignored and quickly forgotten by the next plot twist. Rape as Prelude to True Love – oh sure, that’s Realism…Rape Eroticized, Sexualized, Normalized and Prettified – because, you know, they are soooo pwetty. Two young people with nice bodies – that is all you see. Your husband / boyfriend gets a stiffy or at least a semi watching the tits on “that” object. You look at on-screen hunk and think phwooooooarrr…The implication is you would love him to Rape You, Too, because he is so Manly…You know the rape is not real like the dragons aren’t. You suspend disbelief. It’s just two pretenders simulating sex for your viewing pleasure. And you think that’s cool. The way the rape scene is filmed is Eroticized, Prettified, Sexualized, Normalized and deceptive. It’s all about the camera angles, lovely-looking naked bodies for the viewer to ogle. Nobody talks about the trauma and the suffering associated with rape afterwards, about the damage that stays within forever. Instead, you are invited to believe Rape as the beginning of a beautiful romance…

That Game Of Thrones Rape Scene wasn’t a Turn On : It was Rape

Oh yes, the rape was so enjoyable and bonding, they fell in love afterwards. Yeah, that happens you see. Women can’t have enough of rape as long as it’s someone handsome. Our rape fantasies mean that we would just love getting raped by Jason Momoas and Nikolaj Coster-Waldaus and Sam Heughans for real. It’s because they are so attractive, manly and sexy – who wouldn’t fall in love with their rapist, right? The fact some victims experience involuntary sexual arousal during rape means “it wasn’t really rape” because “you enjoyed it”… So there you go. Absence of consent means nothing. And the tickling torture is not really torture because hey, the victim is laughing…

What did you say? Rape is about abuse, power, violence, hatred? And you expect kids to believe that instead of Game of Thrones? Billions watched it and the majority loved it. It won more critical acclaim than anything else, ever. Experts, I tell you, experts who know about these things have confirmed and enthused and verified their artistic merits and proclaimed them “masterpieces”. Seriously. It’s Art. Rape is Entertainment. It’s Culture. And no matter what you tell them, your sons and daughters will do as you do, not as you say. And they know why you watched it and they will watch it for the same reasons and think it’s manly and sexy to rape a hot chick – because that is the masculinity model you brought them up with, that is what you showed them on the screen. Thank you, Mister George Martin and Co.

Rape Is A Plot Device In Western Literature, Sold Back To Us By Hollywood

Game of Thrones was a Rape Fest and the author and the team that adopted it for television seem to have a Rape Fetish. Sex and Violence sell, so you combine them and voila – Rape sells even more.

Diana Gabaldon set forth to create a chick-lit version with “a strong female heroine”, borrowing the background of her story from the Scottish Jacobite uprising and adding the fantasy element of time travel. Her story was praised for depicting the “female gaze” in sexual attraction. And because the authoress is a Roman Catholic, the supposedly strong heroine that supposedly personifies the female erotic gaze is saved by marriage (…) to a Christ-like pious, prim and proper Virgin, martyr and sacrificial Saviour – because, what else…The Lord is the ideal Man. 

Of course, everybody gets raped in Outlander – adult men, women and children. Including Jesus-Jamie. But his rape is THE big deal of the series – because he is a heterosexual male and because his rape is consensual – he sacrificed himself to save herself. And he is raped by the spitting image and ancestor of the heroine’s future husband. And the heroine is torn between the love she feels for her 1740s beau and the love she feels for her husband in 1940s – the idea that her husband looks exactly like the embodiment of Satan who raped the other love of her life two centuries earlier must have sounded like a really ingenious twist to the author. More shock value currency to disguise the lack of genuine ideas and plot in the story.

The other rapes, even the child rape, are insignificant in comparison because the “unnatural” raping of Jesus/Jamie is the big deal. If you happened to realize that the underlying message is homophobic and misogynistic, suggesting that somehow the anal penetration of the heterosexual protagonist is a worse kind of rape than the vaginal and or anal penetration of raped women and children, you are not alone. Others have noticed too, that the storyline conforms to the author’s warped and twisted Christian mythos that underpins the story. Of course, when Jesus/Jamie beats and rapes his wife he does it to teach her “his point of view” as a “gentleman spanker” tells us the author (because, of course, there’s no such thing as marital rape in the Christian ethos).

And no matter what, Satan /Evil wins in the end: the consequences of his “corrupting” poison triumph in torturing the Christian family over several generations. Sex is His weapon of choice, both Hero and Nemesis use their Penises as weapons…So what we are shown is that Rape is Sexy, it’s not really about Power, it is about Sex, just rough, “naughty” sex…punishment sex, even…We are shown examples of “consensual” punishment Rapes and the story suggests that it is the sex itself that causes the corruption and the punishment – because of course, for the Christian Sex itself is sinful; so it’s almost like the bearer of the female erotic gaze had to be punished for the transgressions of the Madonna – Whore heroine, that always seems to bring disaster upon her loved ones for centuries…And what is her Original sin that caused all this misery and punishment, other than her sexual transgressions, promiscuity, marital infidelity and disobedience…

Forced Seduction in Western Literature

What is even worse than sexualizing rape and making it attractive to participate to? because that’s what we are doing as viewers if we select to view it – and that’s where the criminal responsibility of the producers of such massively pervasive shows lies: they don’t inform you beforehand; they are vague about it; the rules of advertising allow them to be intentionally misleading – they don’t clearly tell you you are about to watch a rape take place explicitly, and we sexualized it for you, so that you become a willing accomplice, we made it Erotic, and Attractive for you. “Rated R” simply means graphic sex and violence. It removes responsibility from the creators. It assumes that pornography and violence is benign. It also assumes that not just the sexualization of rape and torture and violence and the visual participation (voyeurism) in such are benign and valid but also the underlying, pervasive message – that rape, torture and sexual violence can lead to, and co-exist with, loving, egalitarian, mutually respectful, caring relationships, is somehow validated. When rape and violence are depicted in these misleading ways they are neither benign nor artistically valid; and the viewer is surely not the only one solely responsible for distributing this trash within easy reach of children in their formative years and young teenagers…

A Parody of Love: the Narrative Uses of Rape in Popular Romance

the Romantic Hero: “Did I want to break your arm, or feed ye naught but bread and water, or lock ye in a closet for days–and think ye don’t tempt me, either–I could do that…” (He has to punish her, you see. He is expected to punish her, by his buddies – prove that he is a Man).
The Heroine: “You can’t beat me. I’ll scream”.
The Romantic Hero: (thinks it’s funny) “Ha, ha, you sure will”. Reaches for belt.

The Romantic Heroine: “You are a sadist”.

The Romantic Hero: “I said I would have to punish you. I did not say I wasna going to enjoy it.”

The Romantic Heroine is subsequently “Half smothered in the greasy quilts with a knee in my back, being beaten within an inch of my life” by her loving, Romantic Husband and Hero. In the novel, the Strong Female-Model Heroine can’t sit down for weeks after the beating.

Swooning yet?

That’s what the author describes as “a gentleman spanker”. But in case you’re wondering if that is about Sex or Power, the good author clarifies it for us: “When push comes to shove, he outweighs her by eighty pounds”… Therefore, Wives Obey Your Husbands… Or Else…You’ll have it coming, you sluts. It’ll be your fault.

But that is not all:

The Romantic, Loving Hero and Role Model responds with sexual violence, stating that she is his woman and he’ll have her whenever he damn pleases. And then he rapes her. Brutally.
The next morning the couple wakes up cute and happy. Apparently it had been some great sex, despite the pain, bleeding, and bruises. Then the Romantic Hero and Role Model wants to have sex again, and the Strong Female Heroine and Role Model for Women responds “No way, I’m way too sore.” His response? Too bad. And then he rapes her again. But he is gentler than usual, so apparently, the Rape is okay. And after all this violence and rape, the Strong Heroine finally realizes that she loves him. So much so that presented with the chance to return to her own time (spoiler alert) she chooses to stay with her Hero, her lover, her protector, her rapist”.

Yep, that’s when she realized she loved him. It was the Rape that did it.

Vomit.

There’s more gratuitous Rape of course, perpetrated by the Romantic Hero:
“Take it out!” she screamed.
He clapped one hand over her mouth and said the only coherent thing he could think of. “No,” he said definitely, and shoved. (Jesus / Jaime rapes Geneva).

Same Great Romantic Hero seeks to find a husband for his daughter, determined that she shall not be shamed in front of society. She, quite unsurprisingly, refuses to countenance the idea of marrying her rapist. This is enough to make him question her story:

“Well, I’m thinkin’—are ye maybe playin’ wi’ the truth a bit, lass? Perhaps it wasna rape at all; perhaps it was that ye took a mislike to the man, and ran—and made up the story later. Ye were not marked, after all. Hard to think a man could force a lass of your size, if ye were unwilling altogether.”

“I could break your neck,” he said, very quietly. The weight of his arm left her shoulders, though the twisted arm still held her bent forward, hair loose and tumbled, nearly touching the floor. A hand settled on her neck. She could feel thumb and index fingers on either side, pressing lightly on her arteries. He squeezed, and black spots danced before her eyes.

“I could kill you, so.”

This is how Jesus/Jamie chooses to treat his only daughter.

When the Heroine is raped after being kidnapped, her loving Hero Husband initially seeks to comfort her. His solution is to offer to have sex with her, so that if she finds herself with child, there will be doubt as to who the true father is. The supposed magnanimousness of his offer is astounding.

Here is another man’s interpretation of it:

“It wasn’t the possibility of a child, he thought suddenly. It was fear—but not of that. It was Jamie’s fear that he would lose her—that she would go, swing out into a dark and solitary space without him, unless he could somehow bind her to him, keep her with him. But, Christ, what a risk to take—with a woman so shocked and brutalized, how could he risk it? How could he not?”

Roger’s interpretation indicates that Claire’s violation for Jamie does not represent a crime against her, but a violation of his rights as Claire’s husband. Jamie wants to eradicate the trespassing of his property (read: Claire) by replacing his mark upon her, thereby reclaiming his possession. A true partner does not choose to own their equal, but to compliment and uplift the other person when necessary. For all of Jamie’s supposed belief in Claire’s intelligence, at the end of the day, Claire is Jamie’s possession, as surely as the horses he loves so much.”

The “Feminism” of Outlander

‘Outlander’ and the issues of domestic violence and rape

Hair & Women: a history of abuse, body shaming, and patriarchy

Sonia: ‘I’m so much more comfortable in my natural state.’ Composite: Instagram/Januhairy

Sonia: ‘I’m so much more comfortable in my natural state.’

 

A major component of “femininity” in the United States today is a hairless body, a norm that developed in the United States between 1915–1945. (Women and Their Body Hair).

hairlessness serves […] both to demarcate the masculine from the feminine, and to construct the ‘appropriately’ feminine woman as primarily concerned with her appearance, as ‘tamed’, and as less than fully adult. (Gender and body hair: constructing the feminine woman). 

Hair removal, at its core, is a form of gendered social control. It’s not a coincidence that the pressure for women to modify their body hair has risen in tandem with their liberties, Herzig argues. She writes that the effect of this hairlessness norm is to “produce feelings of inadequacy and vulnerability, the sense that women’s bodies are problematic the way they naturally are.” (The Casualties of Women’s War on Body Hair).

“Research into women’s personal grooming habits is, in many ways the study of systems of inequality…a woman’s body is imperfect unless it is somehow modified.” (The Taboo History of Women’s Body Hair in Art). 

Katie, one of the supporting female characters, exposes her fiery-red armpit hair as she leans back on a couch in an indolent, laidback position. Unsurprisingly, this causes the boys surrounding her to fall about laughing. Unfazed by their reaction, she poses the straightforward question: ‘What, you never seen a real woman before?

This struck me as a significant moment in a film where it is unusual to see any body hair at all, and where, moreover, the female body is frequently objectified. It provoked me to reflect on women being told that they are most desirable when they look like prepubescent, hairless girls. Now that’s what I call unusual.

It got easier for me as the month went on. I kept reminding myself that in 2020, women should be at a point where they are able to own how they look. They shouldn’t be made to feel ashamed by something which naturally occurs from a young age (as early as eight years old, for some).

It’s hard to understand why we are labelled as ‘lazy’ and ‘unhygienic’ when we fail to meet this strange standard which, for some reason, men aren’t held to. At the end of the day, what is so inherently intimidating and wrong about body hair?  (Women and the Body Hair Taboo). 

Sonia, like many women of south-Asian heritage, has “grown up conscious of body hair my whole life”. Darker hair is more visible and requires more work to achieve a hairless look.

Another beauty standard for south-Asian women is the focus on fair skin. I have black hair, so having dark body hair makes my skin look darker. Those two are linked. If you’re fair, you’re beautiful. Just look at Bollywood; all the actresses are fair.” When she was younger, school friends and relatives would often point out her body hair, with comments or offers to remove it. “Even as a baby I was really hairy,” she says. “People called me ‘mouseling’. My mum told me that my grandma performed a treatment on me using atta [a flour-and-water mix used to make chapattis] which she massaged all over my body and then removed to remove the hair. It would have been painful and I would have cried a lot, but it probably has removed a lot of the hair I would have had.

As a teenager I had really low self-esteem,” she says. “I would spend time at home looking in the mirror, noticing hair in different places, such as my belly. I remember that when I was in year 9 one of the boys asked if I was doing Movember. That hurt because he went out of his way to say it.”

I’ve come to a point where I’m so much more comfortable in my own skin and in my own natural state,” she says, although she admits she still has her moments. “After last year I still wasn’t comfortable with my facial hair. I’m still not, but I’ve been trying to keep up with just growing it out. I found out that some of my boyfriend’s housemates were making comments pitying my boyfriend and saying they feel sorry for him, which was extremely upsetting.”

Despite this, she says: “This movement has allowed me to reclaim what I was ashamed of as a kid.” 

The body hair images we see are often still quite glamorous. And I wonder why is it that for something to be accepted and normalised, it has to be glamorised and made to seem beautiful. But maybe movements like this reframe what is beautiful.” She hopes that in the future women won’t have to toil so much to feel good about themselves. (I feel liberated’: the women celebrating their body hair). 

what may have put the issue over the top was the famous WWII pinup of Betty Grable displaying her awesome gams. Showing off one’s legs became a patriotic act. That plus shorter skirts and sheer stockings, which looked dorky with leg hair beneath, made the anti-hair pitch an easy sell.

Some argue that there’s more to this than short skirts and sleeveless dresses. Cecil’s colleague Marg Meikle (Dear Answer Lady, 1992) notes that Greek statues of women in antiquity had no pubic hair, suggesting that hairlessness was some sort of ideal of feminine beauty embedded in Western culture. If so, a lot of Western culture never got the message. Greek women today (and Mediterranean women generally) don’t shave their hair. The practice has been confined largely to English-speaking women of North America and Great Britain, although one hears it’s slowly spreading elsewhere.

So what’s the deal with Anglo-Saxons? Some lingering vestige of Victorian prudery? (Who decided women should shave their legs and underarms?

The publisher of the Ladies Home Journal, Cyrus Curtis, told advertisers that the purpose of the magazine was to give manufacturers a way to market their products to women, not for the benefit of American women. The goal of advertisers was to not only fulfill women’s needs; it was to create new ones.

Advertisements suggesting that women remove hair under the arm, and explaining how and why to do so, were published as early as 1908, and ran more steadily beginning in 1914.

Underarm hair in these ads was called “objectionable”, “unwelcome”, “embarrassing”, “unsightly” and “unclean”; and its removal indicated a person who had “charm” and “the last touch of ‘feminine loveliness'” and was “modest“, “dainty and perfectly groomed”; the practice was for “refined women” and “women of fashion. (History of removal of leg and underarm hair in the United States). 

in an essay titled Lady Love Your Cunt (1971), Greer further clarified the problem of vaginal oppression: “Primitive man feared the vagina […] It looks bad. Shave it. Pluck it. Cover it with your hand […] It smells bad. Wash it. Scour it. Douche it. DEODORIZE it. It tastes bad. Wash it some more. It’s sloppy. Mop it. It’s dry. Lubricate it. The language of pornography is full of cunt-hatred. […] If you doubt that the cunt is hated and feared by most of the population, how will you explain the hundreds of pounds spent in persuading women that they have an intimate deodorant problem? [Women are told] that cunts smell bad, not just when dirty or menstruating, but all the time”. (Cunt: a Cultural History of the C-Word). 

Body shame, as beauty becomes ethics, becomes shame of the self. It is much more serious. (Body Hair Is Natural. Society Thinking Otherwise Is Dangerous). 

The Hairy Truth

The Hairy Truth 2

 

More:

Did Renaissance Women Remove Their Body Hair? 

Caucasian Female Body Hair and American Culture

“Hair or Bare? The History of American Women and Hair Removal, 1914-1934

 

 

 

Cunts, on International Women’s Day

 

Womanhood

 

I am proud to be a bitch and a cunt and a pussy and a witch – I earned and I won my scars and my pride and I claimed back my power – I wrenched my symbols, my womanhood and my female magic away from the disciples of gynophobia and the evil preachers of misogyny and sin; you can’t shame me for who I am, you can’t make me guilty of my humanity and my sex; I reclaimed and re-appropriated the words you hurled at me and my kin to hurt and terrorize us, I forged my own divine weapons of strength out of love for myself and for each other. I’m guided and I’m shielded by the beauty from within, by the power of compassion and care, bestowed upon us to give and protect life.

We are goddesses and a Sheila na gigs, mothers, sisters, daughters, nurturers, seekers of knowledge, sources of wisdom, spiritual guides; they tried to drown us in our own tears but we are she-dolphins, ocean-made; we are women, wild ones, powerful animals, she-wolves, lionesses, ravens; I am not scared anymore – I don’t self-hate any more, I’m not a victim, I defy the cult of death, I am Life. I am a fire-flower blessed by the power of Eros, I am Love, I am a fountain of love. I am Peace. I cleansed myself from fear and hatred in the waters of empathy that flow inside us and I fly on the wings of change. I howl and I roar I laugh in triumph and I ride my broomstick in the full moon.

I am not free in this worldwide asylum we built and put insanity in charge – nobody is: but we can break out of the cage and fight for the freedom of our mind and spirit and of our thoughts and dreams.

Cunt: A Cultural History

 

A(be), B(ernie) & C

 

Bernard Sanders

 

Instead of trying to convince his detractors that Bernie Sanders isn’t a socialist, or isn’t a communist, or a social democrat or a democratic socialist, thus perpetuating the myths (social democracy good, socialism fine, but perhaps only a utopian theory, communism bad), his supporters, as well as everyone else who actually does have an idea about these things, should come clean:

Socialism hasn’t failed anywhere. Socialism is a precursor to Communism. Communism is a pretty cool idea and in fact, every human being is naturally born a Communist, but it Communism has not yet actually been realized, at least in contemporary, state form, anywhere. And it’s not likely to happen, in the foreseeable future, so they’ve nothing to worry about.

Communism, comrades, is an ideal. It’s very much in the future, if we ever get to see it and not self-destruct beforehand. Communism is the utopia of all socioeconomic systems – or rather a eutopia: a good place where we would arrive if we evolved;  or, more appropriately, return to. It’s heaven, paradise lost, what we left behind us when our species became settled, male-dominated and proto-capitalist. I went through all this, briefly, before.

 

John Locke (the “philosophical founder of America”) proposed that genuine liberty requires cognitive self-discipline and self-government, that man’s capacity for this is the source of all freedom and that rationality is the key to liberty and true agency. (1)

If the goals of organized society are truly to guarantee people’s agency, autonomy, liberty, self-determination & collective sovereignty, and the way to achieve these goals is a “Government of the people, by the people, for the people” (self-rule or self-governance) then the conservative (and so-called “libertarian”) notion of “small government” is irrational and in fact profoundly immoral and undemocratic: in such free & fair States, The People ARE the government.

Doing away with, diminishing, or restricting a Government of the people, by the people, for the people (democracy) leads inadvertently not to Anarchy and chaos, as some might assume (see below why that is so) but to various forms of totalitarian Tyranny: Absolute Monarchy (hereditary or not), Dictatorship, Feudalism or Oligarchy (Aristocracy / Elitism, pseudo-meritocracy or kakistocracy, Plutocracy, Corporatocracy, etc).

If a) Government is to be “of the people, by the people, for the people”,
and if b) “all men are created* equal” (or all “humans born” equal, as we’d phrase it today in secular societies),
and if c) all persons are supposed to be guaranteed “the equal protection of the laws”, and their rights to “Life, Liberty & the pursuit of happiness“,
and if d) rationality is the key to liberty and true agency,
then it logically follows that the only form of State that fulfills all these criteria is a Communist one:

“A system of social organization in which all property is owned by the community and each person contributes and receives according to their ability and needs”. (Yes, that is the definition of “communism”: it stems from the terms “common” and communal. A system in which goods are owned in common and are available to all in the community as needed). What could be more fair and just than the proposition that each member should contribute no more and no less and receive no more and no less but “according to their ability and needs”?

The only possible way to fulfill these criteria above (the human rights of liberty & equality) while simultaneously doing away with a central government and the State, is Anarchy (which is the rejection of higher authority):

Anarchism advocates for the replacement of the state with stateless societies or other forms of free associations. (Anarchism definition: belief in the abolition of all government and the organization of society on a voluntary, cooperative basis without recourse to force or compulsion.
So you see, dear anti-government conservatives & libertarians, what you really advocating for, is either Oligarchy or Anarchism. Choose wisely, but choose you must, otherwise, you’re just being unreasonable, which is another way of saying, irrational, therefore stupid).

Anarchism is for self-governing, voluntary & free Unions of people who are autonomous, equal, independent yet cooperative, interacting, inter-dependent, and self-determinant. Something like a chain of communes, without a higher power (authority) of State (central government) ruling over them. Such communities or societies are automatically also socialistic or communistic, because, ahem, they are: any ethical & well-functioning social group of people would be a group where “all property is owned by the community and each person contributes and receives according to their ability and needs”.

It is, if you think about it, profoundly immoral, unethical and anti-democratic to allow the few (individuals or corporations) to privately own, exploit and/or destroy what “belongs” to the whole: the air, the land, the oceans, the rivers, the natural resources. (They don’t “belong” to us or anybody: they exist and we share them in order to exist ourselves. If we destroy or exhaust them, we cease to exist. This is where the Aristotelian concept of Oikonomia – “good housekeeping” comes from; oikonomia is moderation, the art of living well, and virtuously, by applying the rule of good measure, best practice and effectiveness to all our interactions with what is necessary for sustaining this good life of the individual and the community).

If we were to take the declaration of “unassailable rights” to “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness” literally and seriously, then it automatically follows that these finite natural resources that sustain all life on Earth are not there just for humans but for all the life forms that humans – and every other inhabitant of the planet- very much rely on for survival, so they absolutely and necessarily have to be protected: they cannot and must not and should not be allowed to fall exclusively into the hands of, and become expendable & exploitable entities at the whim of, private individuals or companies motivated by greed and profit.

Equality means, among many other things, that an oligarch does not have a right to own & exploit or worse, exhaust and destroy, two million hectares of land, trees, lakes, rivers, and springs, for example, while other people are homeless, poor, sick and hungry or dying from poisoned water.

That’s not how democracy is supposed to works: that is like locking a group of living beings in an air-tight room and allowing an individual or corporation to privately own and sell the finite amount of air available to those in the room for profit. You can imagine what would immediately ensue: the rich & powerful would buy all the available air reserves and hire killers to exterminate all other oxygen-breathing individuals for it.

And that is precisely what capitalism has allowed to happen to people and to the entire biosphere.

Socialism is “a political and economic theory of social organization which advocates that the means of production, distribution, and exchange should be owned or regulated by the community as a whole”. And they must be regulated for catastrophic abuses not to occur.

Socialism and Communism are therefore de facto Democratic: if totalitarian regimes call themselves “socialist” or communist”, don’t take them on their word – why should you? they are tyrannies. If capitalist systems claim they are fair & free, don’t take them on their word – examine if the claim is true and you will find that it isn’t, because they have allowed the inequality and catastrophic abuse that has brought us to the point of an existential crisis.

I have seen recently some – frankly unhistorical, uneducated & sinister – posts equating Nazism with socialism, just because Nazis called themselves the National Socialism Party. That nonsense is easy to disprove:

“First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out –
Because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out –
Because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out –
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak for me.”

(These are the – famous – words of Martin Niemöller, a German Lutheran pastor and theologian. Niemöller was an anti-Communist and supported Adolf Hitler’s rise to power at first. But when Hitler insisted on the supremacy of the state over religion, Niemöller became disillusioned. He became the leader of a group of German clergymen opposed to Hitler. In 1937 he was arrested and eventually confined in Sachsenhausen and Dachau. He was released in 1945 by the Allies). The first that the Nazis attacked were the socialists, the communists and the workers’ Unions. Do your research.

“Democratic socialism” is, therefore, a tautology just like “Social Democracy” is: any true democracy is by its very nature socialistic, because it is de facto egalitarian, sharing and synergistic. Our species is by its very nature a social species that relies on cooperation, mutual care, fair sharing of what sustains life & social mindfulness for survival: “all for one and one for all”.

Socialism, my dear fellow human brothers and sisters, is just another name for Communism: living as a community, where cooperation, fairness & sharing ensure that everyone has the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, instead of just a few authoritarian parasites above our heads…

So, American comrades, in reality, you were promised a Communistic Utopia by your Founders, but you were essentially and utterly betrayed…

1: Locke’s philosophy formed the basis of the American Declaration of independence & constitution, as expressed in the principles of “unalienable rights” (“Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness”), equality & a government “of the people, by the people, for the people”.

2. A Republic is an attempt to restrict and diminish the principles of equality and governance “of the people, by the people, for the people”: it limits the expression of the will of The People by overtaking and undermining the Majority Rule and replacing it by an Elite body of regulators (the Electoral College), a “winner-takes-all” system, indirect elections and other undemocratic structures (voter suppression, gerrymandering, unelected officials, life-time appointees, etc). A Republic is a de-facto Oligarchy and as such it leads to Tyranny.

By the same token, the only possible form of true Democracy and self-governance that adheres to the principle “of the people, by the people, for the people” is Direct Democracy, not a representational system that violates the agency & autonomy of The People (because free will and free choice – decision making – are individual to each person and non-transferable).

That’s where the American Republic went wrong.
Descent to a state of Oligarchy (Tyranny) was predictable and inevitable, under these fundamental flaws. It was just a matter of time.

But it’s never too late for The People to reclaim their unassailable rights, even within a representational system.

So that, seems to me, a far more pragmatic approach for the Bernie Sanders supporters to take, when explaining to his critics why, in fact, Bernie’s proposals are not radical but rather, moderate, reasonable and essential:  they represent a renewal and a rebirth of their foundation goals, an absolutely necessary restoration of their Republic, a democratization of their institutions, a remedy for the corruption and a renovation of their freedoms that have deteriorated over time.

Ever since that red commie Abe, and despite the honest efforts of comrades FDR, LBJ, MLK, JFK, Harry Truman, and all those other American socialists…

 

Bernard Sanders