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Arriving @ the Torch.
A small but lively crowd of activists gathered at the Torch of Friendship this First of May, 2012 years after the birth of the Nazarene Revolutionary. Though small, this is likely the most energy that's been stomped on the brick mosaic of this plaza, one of the few accessible public spaces of our South Floridian metropolis, at least since the 2003 rallies against the technocratic imperialists negotiating the Free Trade Area of the Americas in November of 2003. On that occasion, our city deemed the event so important that it spent millions of dollars suiting itself up for the occasion, bringing down officers from around the state and suiting them all up in the appropriate S&M attire and instructing them to bash heads. Our radical community, itself a novelty, withdrew into either hush-activism or fashionable apathy. There were some excepceptions of note, but none of them advertised their theoretical stances. Perhaps it had not all been the effect of such theatrical repression as we saw displayed in 2003, perhaps the Bush years threw all this country's radical base into some underground catacomb.
It would be quite some time until black and red flags flew again, atop proud waving arms under the sun of Miami. Coming straight out of a union rally at Jackson Hospital, where a well rehearsed line up of organizers and community leaders walked a tight rope to make grandiloquent promises about our hospital, without ever speaking one agitational word on how this should be done. As far as the crowd was concerned, Saint Obama re elected would resurrect our social services. There were no hand made flags therem but balloons and meal bags and a security perimeter around the stage. The mood here at the Torch was in stark contrast to the air of officialdom that had clung to me at Jackson Hospital.
Sadly, the demands of my comrads, gathered here to celebrate International Workers Day, to protect our social services and respect our working class depend on the type of popular support that the unions are so good at gathering. Yet the unions see our radicals as an ineffectual annoyance, while the latter view the former with such suspicion as to have made a united action an impossibility. Electric as it was, May Day 2012 in Miami, our march would not be flying the banner of a united front.
It was to be, nonetheless, on of the most notable event in our recent history. Socialists and Anarchists, Feminists and Occupiers, Progressives from the Green Party, Marxists from the Socialist Workers Party, Intermediate Level organizers of a wide spectrum of left views, all of whom had at some point or another found good reason to diss and curse their comrads, all of whom were either called or called an ersthwile ally a "splitter" in furious debate, all of who were now showing unprecedented unity in their desire to launch something like the wet dream of a Radical Progressive Rennaissance to overthrow the obscurantism reigining in our tricounty swamp.
Arriving @ the Torch.
A small but lively crowd of activists gathered at the Torch of Friendship this First of May, 2012 years after the birth of the Nazarene Revolutionary. Though small, this is likely the most energy that's been stomped on the brick mosaic of this plaza, one of the few accessible public spaces of our South Floridian metropolis, at least since the 2003 rallies against the technocratic imperialists negotiating the Free Trade Area of the Americas in November of 2003. On that occasion, our city deemed the event so important that it spent millions of dollars suiting itself up for the occasion, bringing down officers from around the state and suiting them all up in the appropriate S&M attire and instructing them to bash heads. Our radical community, itself a novelty, withdrew into either hush-activism or fashionable apathy. There were some excepceptions of note, but none of them advertised their theoretical stances. Perhaps it had not all been the effect of such theatrical repression as we saw displayed in 2003, perhaps the Bush years threw all this country's radical base into some underground catacomb.
It would be quite some time until black and red flags flew again, atop proud waving arms under the sun of Miami. Coming straight out of a union rally at Jackson Hospital, where a well rehearsed line up of organizers and community leaders walked a tight rope to make grandiloquent promises about our hospital, without ever speaking one agitational word on how this should be done. As far as the crowd was concerned, Saint Obama re elected would resurrect our social services. There were no hand made flags therem but balloons and meal bags and a security perimeter around the stage. The mood here at the Torch was in stark contrast to the air of officialdom that had clung to me at Jackson Hospital.
Sadly, the demands of my comrads, gathered here to celebrate International Workers Day, to protect our social services and respect our working class depend on the type of popular support that the unions are so good at gathering. Yet the unions see our radicals as an ineffectual annoyance, while the latter view the former with such suspicion as to have made a united action an impossibility. Electric as it was, May Day 2012 in Miami, our march would not be flying the banner of a united front.
It was to be, nonetheless, on of the most notable event in our recent history. Socialists and Anarchists, Feminists and Occupiers, Progressives from the Green Party, Marxists from the Socialist Workers Party, Intermediate Level organizers of a wide spectrum of left views, all of whom had at some point or another found good reason to diss and curse their comrads, all of whom were either called or called an ersthwile ally a "splitter" in furious debate, all of who were now showing unprecedented unity in their desire to launch something like the wet dream of a Radical Progressive Rennaissance to overthrow the obscurantism reigining in our tricounty swamp.