For many a 40
something year old, born in the Soviet century and raised in a Capitalist
world, the October Revolution isn’t top of the mind recall per se. In fact, for
the few who do venture into understanding what Communism, Socialism, Anarchism
is it is an arduous task of sifting through now debunked propaganda by Robert
Conquest, Alexander Solzhenitsyn, George Orwell and, especially if you are an
Indian, oodles of complaints about how Communism is the same as trade unionism.
Once you get through that fog of misinformation, comes the real journey. But
like all journeys, Communism and Marxism was never just about the textbooks but
about real life itself. Thus, my journey….
I was a kid
of the late 70s. The word was rife with revolutions, the Iranian Communist
party the Tudeh had just been banned by the Shah of Iran at America’s orders
and the Revolution there was coming to a head but with a theocrat as a leader.
Vietnam was still on everyone’s minds and people were still talking about the
puny Chinaman who brought down the might of American imperialism, though at
great cost. Pol Pot was deposed and consigned to History by Communist Vietnam
while the US refused to intervene in that crisis in Cambodia. South America….a
pot that was always boiling since the Cuban revolution. The 70s in India
(though I was diaspora at the time) were a time when every Indian youth was
clamouring for Revolution and Revolt; Naxals were not the bad guys yet; Sitaram
Yechury was firebrand orator! Though there was also the counter narrative by
bourgeois cinema that always showed the Communists as either jungle fighters or
trade unionists who just ruined the lives of those who went to work. All this
hadn’t damped the spirit yet though. These were the times of the Cold War.
Angola, Mozambique were all turning red. The world was poised to be a worker’s
state!
The
eighties perhaps marked the real fight back by the imperialist powers in the
media. Everyone suddenly was told to stop romanticising Revolution, get to work
and make money. A fair point considering that this was the start of the
Neoliberal project and Globalisation was just beginning as a start up. And then
came the mid-eighties… the time of Indira Gandhis death, economic turmoil, the
initiation globally of trade agreements by the Western world through the World
Bank and IMF. The end of Socialism began with these stabs.
Thus, the
nineties of Gorbachev and Yeltsin… the miserable end of the Soviet dream began.
It was at this time that my first tryst with Communism began in my early teens
in Africa. Nelson Mandela had just been released from Robben Island and F. W De
Klerk had declared that the end of White Rule in South Africa was imminent.
This was a victory of the colored races but also the time of great reactionary
sentiment and the first time that I had heard from the mouths of Indians…. “Why
are you celebrating with the Blacks? Why are you touching them? Don’t you know
that they are cannibals?” To which, I asked my mother with my feeble knowledge
at the time…. “Amma, What is Communism?” She of course only knew of Communism
superficially from her growing years in Kerala. Communism was liberation,
fighting against discrimination, destroying the might of the rich, equality for
all, building a new society, a soviet of Kerala even, and the how the evil
American imperialist empire was all pervasive.
The latter
part of the nineties put my initial Communist fervor to rest. India had taken
the World Bank loan and shipped planeloads of its sovereign gold to the Bank of
England as surety – the biggest insult to a country that threw English Imperial
rule out of its soil. But in exchange, the Neoliberal project had begun! The
USSR was no more, and Liberal Democracy was touted as the entropic state of the
world – World history it seemed had come to an end as Francis Fukuyama was to
later say. But this was a time of
opportunity… We graduated from college and there were loads of jobs if you
could string together a sentence in English. We all targeted doubling our
salaries every year by changing jobs….the dream run had begun! And as for that
little churn in society called Babri Masjid and the communal riots – it was a
warning sign that India and Bharat were not going to develop in economic
harmony.
In came the
21st century! The Neoliberal project was at its peak! Equality was
unnatural! Welfare to poor a State Sin! The Poor had to be starved into
oblivion! Until the eve of 2008, when the world suddenly crashed around us.
Economic and financial terms were bandied about and we didn’t know what it
meant! How can Neoliberalism and the Rich fail us? It was then that we all
realised that there was something called Economics and we had to understand it –
it was not trade, not industry but something far more dark, mysterious and sexy
seeing how countries and their wealth would exist and disappear.
It was at
these times, I suddenly became a manager and started handling big teams at
work. I learnt about Production, Time, Materials, Productivity, etc. And when
2008 crash had struck I also saw how disposable people were to the modern
Corporate machine. In the words of the man who gave me my first Pink Slip… “People
come and go, there are a 100 to take the place of a Worker who doesn’t fall in
line, is too old or is too costly. The Corporation is the new God and God must
survive” Needless to say, he had no idea how true his words were when his Pink
Slip came after he dutifully rendered 100 people jobless thinking he was sacrificing
to his “God.” I promised myself that I would never be the guy who hired too
much or too little, that no matter how high I climbed or believed I was higher
than my crew, I was and always was a worker, and I finally realised that Work
success was built by my Team not by Managers. The seeds of Worker Class
consciousness were thus sown – not by a textbook or the Communist Manifesto but
by Cold, Hard Capitalism.
The journey
ends in Capitalist Dubai, a land where the Neoliberal project is at its most
vulgar. Construction workers bussed from their quarters to work sites well
before the more well-heeled citizens could catch a glimpse and be upset by the
sight of them, a world where people could be told to leave the work in 10
minutes flat and escorted out by security, where no one fought back against
injustice at work or in life but rather cooled their frustrations and
insecurities in consumerism. A world that was make believe and fake. But more
importantly, what was stark was that nobody was really Producing anymore. Work
was outsourced, the “factory” was dead. Project managers were merely Executive
Assistants to Directors.
The
questions plagued me: If the population keeps rising and there is no more
Production where will everyone be hired? Not everyone has access to expensive
education like an MBA – which in itself was just a monetary roadblock to ensure
that the lower classes would never be managers. And most importantly, if there
is no job security, how the hell will I survive to old age when my bones don’t allow
me to work anymore. Another system must exist! And that is when I remembered
that it did… it was Called Socialism. My frequent meetings with a Kazak
revealed a Soviet Union where, as he was growing up, you always had a job, you
never were poor, you never had to worry about your healthcare, you never had to
worry about being taken care of once you couldn’t work anymore. The State
ensured all that. This was an anathema to the Indian experience! To everything I
knew! But it was just the perfect solution! And thus I picked up Das Kapital
and the Communist Manifesto for the second time in my life. This time it all
made more sense and the world Capitalist crisis, as foretold by Marx, had
already come to pass and that made Marxism the most obvious solution in the
world.
This is
perhaps the greatest legacy of the October Revolution to my generation who are
Communists. We never lived in Communism and only experienced its demise in the
Soviet Union but through its demise and the impending demise of Neoliberalism,
we learnt that a better world was not something Utopian and in the future, but
was also a Reality in our past. Something that put us the Working Masses who
sell our labour for sustenance at the seat of power, A form of Politics where
wealth did not decide politics, where we would not be looked down upon for the
color of our skin and that was the Dictatorship of the Proletariat.
Lal Salaam,
Red Salutes, Jai Bhim, Hul Johar!
Iquilaab
Zindabaad!
don't worry bro, the rot of communism and cancerous communist cells will be wiped out without any mercy by libertarians who believe in right to property, right to religion. religious will inherit the earth and you atheists will squeezed to death.
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