Against Spectatorship & Other Bullshit

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So hang in here with me… we’re going to call this seditionist speech preemptively. That’s what the …miserable multitude of mentally mild MAGAtts, the sick salivating spineless sycophants, the pusillanimous proud pedophile protectors, and the noxious necrotic nationalists wrought forth from within their family wreath...[ahem] opposition will call it, because far too many of us have forgotten what true sociopolitical dialogue and criticism even sounds like. They’re going to call it divisive because they’ve become accustomed to a language that puts a shroud over corruption as political complexity, violence as security in policy, cruelty as unquestionable order, and abandonment as unfortunate economic necessity.

They’ve gotten accustomed to living inside euphemism. They’ve become accustomed to considering democratic breakdown as bad weather, another ugly election cycle, something to be controlled by the same institutions that pulled us into this mess in the first place.

They’ll call it extreme because they’ve mistaken numbness for reason. They’ve confused unquestioning obedience with maturity. They’ve equated silence with social stability. Mother Jones replied to a similar accusation long before we were called communists, socialists, radicals, or criminals before Antifa was a criminal charge in a liberal “democratic” society when asked if she was deserving of “The Most Dangerous Woman In America” as she was labeled in her trial in 1902 she replied “…I admit to being all they charged me with. I’m anything that will change this monied civilization to a higher and grander civilization for the ages to come.” That is really the core of the charge, isn’t it? Not recklessness. Not disorder. Not childishness. Just the refusal to bow to a culture constructed around money and pretend it’s the most precious form of life we can ever have. Before her 45 years as political fugitive Tupac Shakur’s godmother and hero of Black Liberation Army Assata Shakur named the responsibility that arises from that refusal..” It is our duty to fight for our freedom. It is our duty to win. We must love each other and support each other.” Not admire one another. Not perform concern. Not post, gesture, and move on. Support. Real support. The kind that takes shape. The type that becomes structure. The sort which becomes power. And Elie Wiesel said the thing the people who oppose change all hope to dodge "Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.” That has to be the beginning…

Not personal absolution or feigned innocence.

Not the empty handshake of civility theater.

And not the intoxicating opium of partisan political spectatorship.

Just this: If people are trained to misname what is happening to them, sooner or later the people who hurt them will be governed with in the people’s language. This is how democracy under capital’s collapse capitulates. It teaches people to misperceive it during the happening.

You are taught to treat politics like a show.

A feud.

A set of teams.

A branding exercise.

You are taught to wait for the next election, the next ruling, the next donation email, the next procedural miracle. You’re told that outrage is participation. You’re told it’s enough to vote every few years by itself. You’re told that here somewhere on the other side of your life, there are serious adults doing all this for you. While you do that, the floor is pulled out from beneath you. It’s one of the more grotesque tricks of the hour. Not just that institutions or individuals are bound to fail, but that people can be trained to respond to that failure in the weakest possible manner. We’re told that partisan warfare is going to hold us together from another movement openly testing our democratic parameters of how things run that we’ll sand down the foundations of the party and mess with the rules, all while we boo, cheer, donate, repost, and wait for someone else to do the worst work. The language has fragmented purposely. The rhetoric on the right is chiefly grievance, caricature, threat, and myth. The left always answers with ritual, brand identity, and appeals to norms that are already being decimated in real time. Ordinary people are fed the slurry in between: panic, euphemism, distortion, and emotional manipulation.

Cruelty gets renamed order.

Repression gets rebranded safety.

Border terror gets renamed policy.

Militarized response is renamed patriotism.

Submission gets termed realism.

None of that is accidental.

It’s part of the mechanism.

In ‘1948’ Orwell called it new speak because when language rots, reality becomes easier to reshape by force. And conspiracy is not clarity. You don’t need lizard people, secret bloodlines, occult tribes of followers, blood libel, or shadow-government fantasy to explain what’s happening. You don’t need secret villains when the machinery is in plain sight. The state is in front of you. Capital is in front of you. Borders, prisons, the police, militarized bureaucracy, media laundering, imperial violence, and party cowardice are all out there in the open. The worst thing about this era’s bad habits is that people have been trained to chase invisible demons while making a justification for visible power. And that, of course, matters because the other real critiques of empire, finance, corruption, Israel, or state violence must pass through antisemitic dog whistles or conspiracy sludge. It ceases to be analysis. It becomes folklore. It becomes rumor. It stops naming structures and starts to develop shadows instead. And once that happens, the actual institutions that perpetrated them can then take easy respite. Fascism doesn’t come out of the sky overnight.

It comes in stages.

It’s familiar before it’s undeniable.

It begins with degraded language. Then scapegoats. Then normalized force. Then hollowed institutions. Then rewritten history. Then opposition that knows how to pose, but not how to fight. Then engineered precarity. Then the return home: empire coming back as borders, policing, surveillance, and open dehumanization. By the time many people are finally willing to use the word, they’ve already spent years living inside its logic. And none of this is unfamiliar to America. This country does not fall from innocence. It leans harder into things that were already there. Genocide. Slavery. Settler colonialism. Racial hierarchy. Labor repression. Red scares. COINTELPRO. Cages. Borders. Empire. Organized disposability. These are not dead chapters. They are structural habits. America has always known how to lay beautiful language over blood. It has always known how to rename domination as destiny, order, security, civilization, expansion. That’s the point. The problem is not that the republic has suddenly been contaminated by something alien. The problem is that old violences are getting reactivated in more explicit form. The Monroe Doctrine never died. Empire never disappeared. It changed outfits. Changed vocabulary. Changed PR strategy. Learned how to speak through liberal respectability as well as open reaction. And the opposition, as it exists now, is failing in ways that sometimes amount to collaboration. The Democratic Party is too procedural, too timid, too compromised, and too attached to its own self-image to meet an authoritarian threat at the level it demands. Nationally, it keeps turning fear into fundraising, urgency into messaging, catastrophe into one more cycle to manage. That does not mean nothing local matters. It means you cannot keep mistaking local pressure points for national rescue. Use what can be pressured. Push where something can be moved. But stop telling yourself this party, as presently built, is the shield. It isn’t. What has done enormous damage is the way people have been trained into spectatorship. Watch. React. Donate. Repost. Vote. Wait. That is the script. Meanwhile, real power still starts where people can touch each other’s lives: neighborhoods, schools, workplaces, tenant groups, unions, kitchens, clinics, local papers, defense networks, mutual aid, public meetings, classrooms, block associations, community spaces. And unions matter here not as a footnote but as a model. Their blood made America great long before Trump turned that phrase into a fetish for reaction. Workers bled to break company towns. Bled for the weekend. Bled for safer workplaces, wages, shorter hours, grievance procedures, dignity. What democracy many people have actually felt in this country was often fought for at work first, against bosses, police, courts, and hired violence. That lesson goes beyond labor. People come together where life is being squeezed. They identify the source of power over them. They stop thinking like isolated sufferers and start acting like a body. They build memory, trust, courage, leverage, discipline. They learn that solidarity is not a mood. It’s an arrangement. A refusal to be picked apart one by one. That is a lesson neighborhoods need. Tenants need. Parents need. Migrants need. Debtors need. Teachers, students, patients, workers, and abandoned people need. And this is where the issue of children, women, family, sexuality, and religion has to be dragged back into the light, because the same system weaponizes all of it. It does not protect children. It uses children. It invokes abuse when convenient. It invokes abortion when useful. It invokes innocence when it needs cover. But once a child becomes a full human being with real needs— housing, food, disability support, truthful education, healthcare, environmental safety, stability— the performance collapses. The concern dries up. The programs get cut. The family gets blamed. The school gets censored. The child gets abandoned. It does not protect women either. It talks about women through the language of safety, family, motherhood, and duty while building a world that disbelieves them, regulates them, prices them out of safety, punishes sexual autonomy, and protects the powerful. It does not want women free. It wants women legible, disciplined, and useful. That too is part of fascist descent. Fascism always promises moral restoration. It offers a mythical path backward. A purified nation. A disciplined household. A sacred gender order. A protected child. A restored father. A holy state. And it turns the nuclear family into a shrine. Not because one household form is enough for all human life, but because rigid family structure is easier to govern. Easier to moralize. Easier to weaponize. But real human life has never fit one mold. It never will. People live in extended families, chosen families, single-parent homes, queer households, collective arrangements, ethical nonmonogamy, childfree lives, multigenerational care, friendships that function as kin. A free society does not punish people for failing to fit a state-approved domestic script. It makes room for people to live honestly, so long as they are not harming others. That is not decadence. That is freedom under reason. And that matters because the answer here cannot be another superstition. It cannot be another sacred script enforced by law. It cannot be church and state welded back together and forced on everybody else. The answer has to return to one of the grandest ideas ever to shape public freedom: reason in common life. A public world shaped by reason. Shared values that can be defended openly. Private belief protected in private life unless it is being used to justify domination or harm. That means real separation of church and state. Not hatred of religion. Not contempt for private faith. Just a refusal to let private doctrine become public law. Because once everything gets shoved into taboo and darkness, abuse thrives there. Exploitation thrives there. Shame thrives there. The powerful thrive there.

Light does something else. When people can speak frankly, define their own sexuality, understand consent, call coercion clearly, and live free from being plunged underground by moral panic, abuse has less room to hide. Exploitation loses cover. Shame stops doing so much work for power.

Ignorance does not protect children. Truthful environments protect them. By adults who can name harm. By education grounded in reality. By communities where secrecy and taboo do not do the abuser’s work for him.

Families are not shielded by mythology, either. They are protected by support. Childcare. Healthcare. Housing. Disability access. Wages. Truthful schools. Room to live without being pressed into one approved pattern.

Reason is already leading away from cruelty when it is allowed. It already leads away from exploitation when everything isn’t masked by panic, shame, and taboo.

That’s why this is larger than policy. It’s about whether humans can belong to themselves.

The answer will not appear the same in all places. Different places require different things. Some need education first. Some need food networks. Some need tenant defense. Some need strike support. Some require clinics, childcare, shelters, reproductive access, media, public memory, legal defense, migrant accompaniment, or community space.

But the point is the same.

Not performance. Usefulness.

And usefulness must become structure.

Not charity that evaporates when people are exhausted. Not outrage that wears off by next week. Not posting mistaken for courage. Structure. Durable ties. Shared obligations. Common resources. Places of learning, debate, choice, protection, feeding, housing, organizing, and surviving together.

This is what a fairer society begins to look like.

More life stolen from people who regard human life as disposable. More life returned to the hands of the people who really face one another.

The reconstruction doesn’t have to be labeled to be real. It already has a shape. People governing aspects of life together and not waiting for someone in authority to direct them. Communities feeding one another, housing one another, teaching one another, defending one another, and refusing to let capital, church, state, or patriarch decide the limits of the human.

That is a counter to fascist descent. Not just denunciation. Construction.

Because so the red lines need to be clear.

No dehumanization of migrants, minorities, dissidents, queer people, women, disabled people, poor people, veterans, unhoused people, or anyone else made vulnerable.

No state terror in the guise of safety.

No forced-birth politics masquerading as care while mothers and children are abandoned the second delivery is over.

No ignorance imposed on children in the name of innocence.

No mythic family ideal wielded as a weapon against real human variety.

No criminalization of adult autonomy while exploitation by the powerful stays hidden.

No genocide. No colonial apology. No fascist mythology. No church-state fusion. No capitalist sacrifice zones. No conspiratorial sludge replacing material analysis.

Those are not debate-club stances. Those are lines of refusal.

And that draws the question back around.

But what should it mean to be radical in an age such as this?

Has it ever been so radical to say that migrants are human beings before they are policy problems? That poverty in the wealthiest empire in the world is organized violence? That a state founded on fear, spectacle, borders, police, and precarity is moving in fascist mode? That women belong to themselves? That children deserve truth? That adults could construct ethical lives outside of one rigid domestic script? That solidarity ought to be material? That history is not dead? That there is no party, market, flag, church, or institution above moral judgment?

If that is radical, then perhaps the real question is what sorts of people we have become that these things seem radical now.

If moderation is simply getting used up to brutality, moderation isn’t wisdom. It is surrender.

If civility is the practice of speaking gently as people are caged, erased, exploited, starved, priced out, terrorized, and buried under patriotic language, then civility is not virtue. It is camouflage.

Call me radical if you need to.

I’d rather be charged with wanting to drag this monied civilization into something higher and grander than spend one more day mistaking cowardice for balance.

I would rather be useful to other people than be well-adjusted to their destruction.

This is the demand:

Break with politics of spectatorship.

Defend the targeted. Tell the truth. Make solidarity material.

Refuse the language and logic of fascist descent before it hardens into common sense.

Build counterpower in every neighborhood, workplace, school, clinic, kitchen, shelter, union hall, tenant council, and community you can reach.

Stop waiting for the parties, procedures, courts, or men who profit off your fear to save you.

Against the Spectatorship: Reason, Solidarity, and the Battle Against Fascism. They’re going to call this radical because far too many of us have forgotten what ordinary speech sounds like. They’re going to call it divisive because they’ve become accustomed to a language that puts a shroud over corruption as complexity, violence as policy, cruelty as order, and abandonment as necessity. They’ve gotten accustomed to living inside euphemism. They’ve become accustomed to considering democratic breakdown as bad weather, as another ugly election cycle, something to be controlled by the same institutions that pulled us into this mess in the first place. They’ll call it extreme because they’ve mistaken numbness for reason. They’ve confused obedience with maturity. They’ve equated silence with stability. Mother Jones replied to that accusation long before anyone of us came to this point: “I admit to being all they charged me with. I’m anything that will change this monied civilization to a higher and grander civilization for the ages to come.” That is really the charge, isn’t it? Not recklessness. Not disorder. Not childishness. Just the refusal to bow to a culture constructed around money and pretend it’s the most precious form of life we can ever have. Assata Shakur named the responsibility that arises from that refusal: "It is our duty to fight for our freedom. It is our duty to win. We must love each other and support each other.” Not admire one another. Not perform concern. Not post, gesture, and move on. Support. Real support. The kind that takes shape. The type that becomes structure. The sort which becomes power. And Elie Wiesel said the thing people all hope to dodge: "Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.” That has to be the beginning. Not innocence. Not civility theater. Not shadow games. And not the opium of partisan spectatorship. Just this: If people are trained to misname what is happening to them, sooner or later the people who hurt them will be governed by people’s language. This is how democracy’s collapse survives. It teaches people to misperceive it during the happening. You are taught to treat politics like a show. A feud. A set of teams. A branding exercise. You are taught to wait for the next election, the next ruling, the next donation email, the next procedural miracle. You’re told that outrage is participation. You’re told it’s enough to vote every few years by itself. You’re told that here somewhere on the other side of your life, there are serious adults doing all this for you. While you do that, the floor is pulled out from beneath you. It’s one of the more grotesque tricks of the hour. Not just that institutions or individuals are bound to fail, but that people can be trained to respond to that failure in the weakest possible manner. We’re told that partisan warfare is going to hold us together from another movement openly testing our democratic parameters of how things run that we’ll sand down the foundations of the party and mess with the rules, all while we boo, cheer, donate, repost, and wait for someone else to do the worst work. The language has fragmented purposely. The rhetoric on the right is chiefly grievance, caricature, threat, and myth. The left always answers with ritual, brand identity, and appeals to norms that are already being decimated in real time. Ordinary people are fed the slurry in between: panic, euphemism, distortion, and emotional manipulation. Cruelty gets renamed order. Repression gets rebranded safety. Border terror gets renamed policy. Militarized response is renamed patriotism. Submission gets termed realism. None of that is accidental. It’s part of the mechanism. When language rots, reality becomes easier to reshape by force. And conspiracy is not clarity. You don’t need lizard people, secret bloodlines, occult tribes of followers, blood libel, or shadow-government fantasy to explain what’s happening. You don’t need secret villains when the machinery is in plain sight. The state is in front of you. Capital is in front of you. Borders, prisons, the police, militarized bureaucracy, media laundering, imperial violence, and party cowardice are all out there in the open. The worst thing about this era’s bad habits is that people have been trained to chase invisible demons while making a justification for visible power. And that, of course, matters because the other real critiques of empire, finance, corruption, Israel, or state violence must pass through antisemitic dog whistles or conspiracy sludge. It ceases to be analysis. It becomes folklore. It becomes rumor. It stops naming structures and starts to develop shadows instead. And once that happens, the actual institutions that perpetrated them can then take easy respite. Fascism doesn’t come out of the sky overnight. It comes in stages. It’s familiar before it’s undeniable.

It begins with degraded language. Then scapegoats. Then normalized force. Then hollowed institutions. Then rewritten history. Then opposition that knows how to pose, but not how to fight. Then engineered precarity. Then the return home: empire coming back as borders, policing, surveillance, and open dehumanization. By the time many people are finally willing to use the word, they’ve already spent years living inside its logic. And none of this is unfamiliar to America. This country does not fall from innocence. It leans harder into things that were already there. Genocide. Slavery. Settler colonialism. Racial hierarchy. Labor repression. Red scares. COINTELPRO. Cages. Borders. Empire. Organized disposability. These are not dead chapters. They are structural habits. America has always known how to lay beautiful language over blood. It has always known how to rename domination as destiny, order, security, civilization, expansion. That’s the point. The problem is not that the republic has suddenly been contaminated by something alien. The problem is that old violences are getting reactivated in more explicit form. The Monroe Doctrine never died. Empire never disappeared. It changed outfits. Changed vocabulary. Changed PR strategy. Learned how to speak through liberal respectability as well as open reaction. And the opposition, as it exists now, is failing in ways that sometimes amount to collaboration. The Democratic Party is too procedural, too timid, too compromised, and too attached to its own self-image to meet an authoritarian threat at the level it demands. Nationally, it keeps turning fear into fundraising, urgency into messaging, catastrophe into one more cycle to manage. That does not mean nothing local matters. It means you cannot keep mistaking local pressure points for national rescue. Use what can be pressured. Push where something can be moved. But stop telling yourself this party, as presently built, is the shield. It isn’t. What has done enormous damage is the way people have been trained into spectatorship. Watch. React. Donate. Repost. Vote. Wait. That is the script. Meanwhile, real power still starts where people can touch each other’s lives: neighborhoods, schools, workplaces, tenant groups, unions, kitchens, clinics, local papers, defense networks, mutual aid, public meetings, classrooms, block associations, community spaces. And unions matter here not as a footnote but as a model. Their blood made America great long before Trump turned that phrase into a fetish for reaction. Workers bled to break company towns. Bled for the weekend. Bled for safer workplaces, wages, shorter hours, grievance procedures, dignity. What democracy many people have actually felt in this country was often fought for at work first, against bosses, police, courts, and hired violence. That lesson goes beyond labor. People come together where life is being squeezed. They identify the source of power over them. They stop thinking like isolated sufferers and start acting like a body. They build memory, trust, courage, leverage, discipline. They learn that solidarity is not a mood. It’s an arrangement. A refusal to be picked apart one by one. That is a lesson neighborhoods need. Tenants need. Parents need. Migrants need. Debtors need. Teachers, students, patients, workers, and abandoned people need. And this is where the issue of children, women, family, sexuality, and religion has to be dragged back into the light, because the same system weaponizes all of it. It does not protect children. It uses children. It invokes abuse when convenient. It invokes abortion when useful. It invokes innocence when it needs cover. But once a child becomes a full human being with real needs housing, food, disability support, truthful education, healthcare, environmental safety, stability the performance collapses. The concern dries up. The programs get cut. The family gets blamed. The school gets censored. The child gets abandoned. It does not protect women either. It talks about women through the language of safety, family, motherhood, and duty while building a world that disbelieves them, regulates them, prices them out of safety, punishes sexual autonomy, and protects the powerful. It does not want women free. It wants women legible, disciplined, and useful. That too is part of fascist descent. Fascism always promises moral restoration. It offers a mythical path backward. A purified nation. A disciplined household. A sacred gender order. A protected child. A restored father. A holy state. And it turns the nuclear family into a shrine. Not because one household form is enough for all human life, but because rigid family structure is easier to govern. Easier to moralize. Easier to weaponize. But real human life has never fit one mold. It never will. People live in extended families, chosen families, single-parent homes, queer households, collective arrangements, ethical non monogamy, childfree lives, multigenerational care, friendships that function as kin. A free society does not punish people for failing to fit a state-approved domestic script. It makes room for people to live honestly, so long as they are not harming others. That is not decadence. That is freedom under reason. And that matters because the answer here cannot be another superstition. It cannot be another sacred script enforced by law. It cannot be church and state welded back together and forced on everybody else. The answer has to return to one of the grandest ideas ever to shape public freedom: reason in common life. A public world shaped by reason. Shared values that can be defended openly. Private belief protected in private life unless it is being used to justify domination or harm. That means real separation of church and state. Not hatred of religion. Not contempt for private faith. Just a refusal to let private doctrine become public law. Because once everything gets shoved into taboo and darkness, abuse thrives there. Exploitation thrives there. Shame thrives there. The powerful thrive there.

Light does something else. When people can speak frankly, define their own sexuality, understand consent, call coercion clearly, and live free from being plunged underground by moral panic, abuse has less room to hide. Exploitation loses cover. Shame stops doing so much work for power.

Ignorance does not protect children. Truthful environments protect them. By adults who can name harm. By education grounded in reality. By communities where secrecy and taboo do not do the abuser’s work for him.

Families are not shielded by mythology, either. They are protected by support. Childcare. Healthcare. Housing. Disability access. Wages. Truthful schools. Room to live without being pressed into one approved pattern.

Reason is already leading away from cruelty when it is allowed. It already leads away from exploitation when everything isn’t masked by panic, shame, and taboo.

That’s why this is larger than policy. It’s about whether humans can belong to themselves.

The answer will not appear the same in all places. Different places require different things. Some need education first. Some need food networks. Some need tenant defense. Some need strike support. Some require clinics, childcare, shelters, reproductive access, media, public memory, legal defense, migrant accompaniment, or community space.

But the point is the same.

Not performance. Usefulness.

And usefulness must become structure.

Not charity that evaporates when people are exhausted. Not outrage that wears off by next week. Not posting mistaken for courage. Structure. Durable ties. Shared obligations. Common resources. Places of learning, debate, choice, protection, feeding, housing, organizing, and surviving together.

This is what a fairer society begins to look like.

More life stolen from people who regard human life as disposable. More life returned to the hands of the people who really face one another.

The reconstruction doesn’t have to be labeled to be real. It already has a shape. People governing aspects of life together and not waiting for someone in authority to direct them. Communities feeding one another, housing one another, teaching one another, defending one another, and refusing to let capital, church, state, or patriarch decide the limits of the human.

That is a counter to fascist descent. Not just denunciation. Construction.

Because so the red lines need to be clear.

No dehumanization of migrants, minorities, dissidents, queer people, women, disabled people, poor people, veterans, unhoused people, or anyone else made vulnerable.

No state terror in the guise of safety.

No forced-birth politics masquerading as care while mothers and children are abandoned the second delivery is over.

No ignorance imposed on children in the name of innocence.

No mythic family ideal wielded as a weapon against real human variety.

No criminalization of adult autonomy while exploitation by the powerful stays hidden.

No genocide. No colonial apology. No fascist mythology. No church-state fusion. No capitalist sacrifice zones. No conspiratorial sludge replacing material analysis.

Those are not debate-club stances. Those are lines of refusal.

And that draws the question back around.

But what should it mean to be radical in an age such as this?

Has it ever been so radical to say that migrants are human beings before they are policy problems? That poverty in the wealthiest empire in the world is organized violence? That a state founded on fear, spectacle, borders, police, and precarity is moving in fascist mode? That women belong to themselves? That children deserve truth? That adults could construct ethical lives outside of one rigid domestic script? That solidarity ought to be material? That history is not dead? That there is no party, market, flag, church, or institution above moral judgment?

If that is radical, then perhaps the real question is what sorts of people we have become that these things seem radical now.

If moderation is simply getting used up to brutality, moderation isn’t wisdom. It is surrender.

If civility is the practice of speaking gently as people are caged, erased, exploited, starved, priced out, terrorized, and buried under patriotic language, then civility is not virtue. It is camouflage.

They can absolutely label me radical if they need to.

I’d rather be charged with wanting to drag this corrupt heartless empire kicking and screaming into something “higher and grander” more equitable than spend one more day accepting partisan cowardice and finger pointing for balance.

I would rather be useful to other people than be well-adjusted to their destruction.

This is the demand:

Break with politics of spectatorship.

Defend the targeted. Tell the truth. Make solidarity material.

Refuse the language and logic of fascist descent before it hardens into common sense.

Build counter-power in every neighborhood, workplace, school, clinic, kitchen, shelter, union hall, and community you can reach.

Stop waiting for the parties, procedures, courts, or men who profit off your fear to save you.

We are where the resistance, where the revolution begins… if we can organize organically and locally.

Organize where you live.

Organize your workplace.

Organize your community.

Organize where you live with compassionate outreach and mutual aid.

Just organize for the greater good.

There are more of us than them.