Indeed. I don’t talk politics unless she brings it up, and truth be told, when it comes to day to day policy, electoralism, and reformist strategies that aren’t truly left but do reduce the harm that capitalism does to the worst off folks, we agree on a lot. And like… I don’t think she’d join a Bolshevik Party or go to that anti war protest that one February that got out of hand, but I also don’t think she’d run for the border when the tsar gets shot, y’know? She doesn’t hate communism to the point she’d flee if dropped into a socialist country or insulated from the full devastation of a civil war but then still in place as the work of rebuilding the nation begins, but she also wouldn’t actively work to bring it about. (My dad, though… if we were picked up from where we are and plopped down in a socialist country, I think he’d panic and flee, whether the rest of us went with him or not, if a revolution broke out here, I think he and Mum would argue a lot - he doesn’t want to live in a socialist country, she doesn’t want to lose me, and they both know damn well I’m either staying put quietly or joining the revolutionary army.) And really, that’s the best I could ask for in a parent, who was a child of the Cold War - that if a communist revolution took place tomorrow, she’d probably stay in the country along with me. Even if she wouldn’t come out with me to fight for it.
So yeah, she’s… I think if my dad was a communist too, I’d dislike her politics a lot more. But as it is? Dad’s an old Cold Warrior, brother’s a stereotypical teenage anarchist. Mum’s the least reactionary of the lot.
And when we don’t talk politics, we agree on almost everything. She’s my best friend. I wouldn’t want to potentially wreck that even if I wasn’t reliant on her for something extremely nonfungible that I can’t get any other way.
Indeed. I don’t talk politics unless she brings it up, and truth be told, when it comes to day to day policy, electoralism, and reformist strategies that aren’t truly left but do reduce the harm that capitalism does to the worst off folks, we agree on a lot. And like… I don’t think she’d join a Bolshevik Party or go to that anti war protest that one February that got out of hand, but I also don’t think she’d run for the border when the tsar gets shot, y’know? She doesn’t hate communism to the point she’d flee if dropped into a socialist country or insulated from the full devastation of a civil war but then still in place as the work of rebuilding the nation begins, but she also wouldn’t actively work to bring it about. (My dad, though… if we were picked up from where we are and plopped down in a socialist country, I think he’d panic and flee, whether the rest of us went with him or not, if a revolution broke out here, I think he and Mum would argue a lot - he doesn’t want to live in a socialist country, she doesn’t want to lose me, and they both know damn well I’m either staying put quietly or joining the revolutionary army.) And really, that’s the best I could ask for in a parent, who was a child of the Cold War - that if a communist revolution took place tomorrow, she’d probably stay in the country along with me. Even if she wouldn’t come out with me to fight for it.
So yeah, she’s… I think if my dad was a communist too, I’d dislike her politics a lot more. But as it is? Dad’s an old Cold Warrior, brother’s a stereotypical teenage anarchist. Mum’s the least reactionary of the lot.
And when we don’t talk politics, we agree on almost everything. She’s my best friend. I wouldn’t want to potentially wreck that even if I wasn’t reliant on her for something extremely nonfungible that I can’t get any other way.