Distorted Version of Democracy: Can I Choose My Opponent From The Lesser Of Two Evils?
What ends up happening is that the people have to narrow down their demands and will to fit whatever either party can offer. This is a distorted version of democracy because instead of the parties reflecting the will of the people, the people have to reflect the will of the parties which can lead to some unthinkable mentalities…
Let’s talk about confrontations
The other challenge of confronting people from the oppressors or privileged groups is to do with being afraid to hurt or disappoint the “good and honest” oppressors or those who are “helping” us. This can lead people from the third group to deem their words, to accommodate the truth to the oppressor, and to try to not be too subversive. This is a trick, truth is only truth when it is given as it is and should be. I mean, from a personal opinion again, if the oppressors feel attacked, they have to question their positionality, and oppressed people should never feel uncomfortable saying why they are uncomfortable…
Pourquoi n’y a-t-il pas encore eu de révolution en RD Congo ?
Cet article s’adresse principalement au peuple congolais, mais il peut aussi s’adresser à tout autre Afro ou autre peuple opprimé et exploité par le système capitaliste, impérialiste et raciste occidental et ses marionnettes. La révolution, je pense, finira par inclure (à un stade différent et ultérieur) d’autres peuples opprimés et exploités, car nous devons maximiser nos ressources et attaquer sur tous les fronts pour être sûrs de renverser ce système qui a mis des décennies et des siècles à être mis en place…
The field is on fire: time to set the house on fire too
Siblings and comrades and those of us who were longing for an opening, the day has arrived.
For decades, we thought this machinery was invincible, we thought that the hegemony would be eternal. Instilled inside the minds of our ancestors and passed down to us like a cursed legacy, this fear and despair was nourished by what we were seeing, eating, and drinking. The very fabric of our societies was poisoned, so deeply that we forgot love, our true essence. In our relations with one another, in our celebrations, in our connection to the earth, nothing was spared, to the point that no way out was envisioned. Who could resist, why should they resist? All the alternatives seemed too scary because this evil reality was set as the standard and baseline for us all…