Comrade Arthur
4th October 2009, 05:59
Hello, all.
My name is Arthur. I live in southern Brazil, in a small country town named Caçador (the translation would be "Hunter City"). The scene here is clear: poor. The city is quite dirty from a kind of redish brown dirt. The buildings are old and badly conserved.
I wasn't born here. The people that are native from this town are not "black" exactly, they're brown, and they're poor, very poor. Some of them are farmers in small properties. Most of them work in factories or shops. They remain in ignorance, light exploitation and non-severe hunger.
But there are still the ones that pick up paper and other recyclable materials from door to door. They don'y have houses, they live in canvas 'tents'. They suffer cold and severe starvation. They have no scholarship, they are illiterates, and the worst of all is: their children are all bound for the same tragical end - living on the street, walking, begging.
This situation drives me nuts. I hate to just imagine these people, and tears come out of my eyes. Why am I communist? Well, as my Sociology teacher said: "The very basis of capitalism is exploitation. There will NEVER be social equality as long as the capitalist order is not broken apart".
"While there is a lower class, I am in it.
While there is a criminal element, I am of it.
While there is a soul in prison, I am not free"
Thank you for your attention, comrades.
My name is Arthur. I live in southern Brazil, in a small country town named Caçador (the translation would be "Hunter City"). The scene here is clear: poor. The city is quite dirty from a kind of redish brown dirt. The buildings are old and badly conserved.
I wasn't born here. The people that are native from this town are not "black" exactly, they're brown, and they're poor, very poor. Some of them are farmers in small properties. Most of them work in factories or shops. They remain in ignorance, light exploitation and non-severe hunger.
But there are still the ones that pick up paper and other recyclable materials from door to door. They don'y have houses, they live in canvas 'tents'. They suffer cold and severe starvation. They have no scholarship, they are illiterates, and the worst of all is: their children are all bound for the same tragical end - living on the street, walking, begging.
This situation drives me nuts. I hate to just imagine these people, and tears come out of my eyes. Why am I communist? Well, as my Sociology teacher said: "The very basis of capitalism is exploitation. There will NEVER be social equality as long as the capitalist order is not broken apart".
"While there is a lower class, I am in it.
While there is a criminal element, I am of it.
While there is a soul in prison, I am not free"
Thank you for your attention, comrades.