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This is something for Orwell's Homage to Catalonia that I really really liked...but, it's long, and terribly uninteresting to most, I'd assume, so don't bother reading if you don't want to, I totally understand. in fact, I don't even know why I'm posting this.
It was the first time I'd ever been in a town where the working class was in the saddle...Every shop and cafe had an inscription saying that it had been collectivized; even the bootblacks had been collectivized and their boxes painted red and black. Waiters and shop-walkers looked you in the face and treated you as an equal. Servile and even ceremonial forms of speech had temporarily disappeared. Nobody said "Senor" or "Don" or even "Usted"; Everyone called everyone else "Comrade" and "Thou," and said "Salud!" instead of "Buenos dias."
...Human beings were trying to behave as human beings and not as cogs in the capitalist machine. In the barbers' shops were Anarchist notices solemnly explaining that barrbers were no longer slaves. In the streets were coloured posters appealing to prostitutes to stop being prostitutes.
There was much in it that I did not understand, in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognized it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for.
Love,
the guff
It was the first time I'd ever been in a town where the working class was in the saddle...Every shop and cafe had an inscription saying that it had been collectivized; even the bootblacks had been collectivized and their boxes painted red and black. Waiters and shop-walkers looked you in the face and treated you as an equal. Servile and even ceremonial forms of speech had temporarily disappeared. Nobody said "Senor" or "Don" or even "Usted"; Everyone called everyone else "Comrade" and "Thou," and said "Salud!" instead of "Buenos dias."
...Human beings were trying to behave as human beings and not as cogs in the capitalist machine. In the barbers' shops were Anarchist notices solemnly explaining that barrbers were no longer slaves. In the streets were coloured posters appealing to prostitutes to stop being prostitutes.
There was much in it that I did not understand, in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognized it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for.
Love,
the guff