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  • Radical Imagining

    January 23rd, 2025

    I’m excited for this weekend’s Socialist Sunday School because we are going to be talking about Radical Imagination as a tool for organizing. This topic has been rolling around in my mind for the past few weeks (months?) since I read an article by Yara Hawari for Al-Shabaka, “Reimagining Palestine After One Year of Genocide”. This article was really inspiring for me and helped me stay grounded in the principles that bring me to organizing in the first place. There was a moment of feeling left unity after Trimp’s re-election (I say Trimp rather than Trump not for any political reasons, I just think it’s funny), which quickly dissolved into the typical infighting. I was disappointed to learn that the prominent abolitionist, Mariame Kaba, is weak on the issue of Palestinian liberation. But it reminded me that what truly matters to me is to struggle alongside my neighbors, my comrades, my communities, and not to put any one person on a pedestal.

    Part of me is cautious to share my vision for my personal utopia, and I think there are two main fears behind that. First is the fear that my vision is “wrong”. But a utopia is ultimately a thought experiment, and my utopia is my thought experiment. I welcome criticism, and I can measure it against my values, and decide for myself whether I should modify my utopia. The second fear– which is inherently tied up with the first– is that the vision I offer will be taken as My Prescription For Organizing. I don’t want people to think I will only work with them if our utopia is the same. That’s the opposite of how I feel! I avoid labeling myself, or my vision, as anarchist or Marxist or any particular tendency, because those labels come with so much baggage. If using a label will cut me off from an audience I want to reach, then I do not feel the need to proclaim my label.

    When I think of the world I wish I lived in, there are two things most immediately relevant to my daily life. First is my struggle to get out of bed in the cold winter mornings to get to work. I wish that I could sleep in during the winter and labor for fewer hours (or even none!). I wish that the rhythms of my society were intertwined with the rhythms of the Earth and her seasons. Second is my struggle to feed myself. I am just not very good at the amount of regulation and time management needed to have two (let alone three) nutritious meals a day. My lack of time would be okay if I had more money for prepared meals, but spending “too much” money on food stresses me out. I don’t want a personal chef, though. I think we should have public dining halls where anyone can get a warm, fulfilling meal without having to worry about paying. And the options they provide should be decided democratically!

    Thinking about food preparation ties very closely, for me, into thinking about housing. I’m trying to remember the longest I’ve stayed at the same address…I guess it was about 6.5 years at Hazeltine and 6.5 years at Bellerive. Seven years feels like a long time when I actually think about it, but there are people who live in the same house for decades. I spent a little over two years living alone after college, and returned to the roommate lifestyle this past summer. There are things I like about having roommates and things I hate about having roommates. There are things I like about living in a residential area, in a house with a yard and garage, and there are things I miss about living in the city. And that’s not even getting into the money. I think my utopic living situation would be in a soundproofed unit, in a large building with neighbors I interact with, with a clear conflict resolution process, reasonably close to the city center, with an acre or two for a garden and livestock….and hey, let’s put a dining hall in the building. Residents are distributed among the tasks of cleaning, cooking, building maintenance, agriculture, etc in some balance between rotation and affinity. I guess that sounds like a co-op or a commune. But I don’t want to be isolated from the world, I want to continue to be part of it!

    I want to have multiple groups of friends and a firm emotional support network. I have recently realized that I am actually pretty good at finding networks and making connections. But I have struggled all my life with emotional intimacy. I intentionally put energy into developing my emotional support network, but I still find myself frequently lonely and jealous of other people in my life who seem much better at making friends. I want a network that is intergenerational and intercultural. I want to not just receive support, but give it. My favorite feeling is being trusted.

    When I look around, I want to know the name and story of all the materials and objects that populate my world. I want to envision the labor that went into my desk, my computer, my jacket. I want to look at the trees, the grass, the insects, the birds, and see living history. I want to know the relationship between the ancestors of that creature and my own ancestors. When I have a meal, I want to know who grew and harvested the produce, and how they relate to our environment. I want to know what that animal ate and how it lived. I want to know the lifecycle of my local waterways, and for every river to be drinkable. I want to know the patterns of the seasons and notice when flowers bloom and leaves fall. I want to never take the last of anything. I want to cherish seeds and fur and leather and not take them for granted.

    I want to become fluent in more languages, including sign languages. I want to be able to read philosophy and poetry from around the world. I want to read diaries from historical figures and imagine their life. I want a world where every culture remains vibrant and people make their own decisions about which traditions serve them and which traditions are left behind. I want to know the stories that people cling to, reinvent the stories of my ancestors, and build new stories together with my community. I want to celebrate creativity and questioning and continuing to imagine. I want people to understand how the decisions in their life are made and I want them to be genuinely heard if the decisions don’t work for them. I want everyone to learn the skills of emotional regulation and self-reflection. I want mistakes to be lessons. I want the world to be a constantly shifting mosaic. What works for one time and place does not work for every time and place.

    Our world is a world of relationships, of context, of nuance. Ultimately, my radical imagination, my utopia, is that everything matters and everyone knows it.

  • A leftist critique of Emerald Fennell’s filmography

    January 17th, 2024

    Warning: Discussions of death, suicide, and sexual assault/rape. Spoilers for Saltburn (2023).

    You know you’re supposed to condemn the violence committed by Emerald Fennell’s protagonists, but that just makes you love it more. In both Promising Young Woman (2020) and Saltburn (2023), disenfranchised characters claw their way to victory over a privileged foe.  Promising Young Woman follows Cassie Thomas in her quest of revenge against the man who raped her friend Nina. That trauma drove the woman to suicide. Cassie uses the disarming nature of female sexuality to achieve a violent confrontation with the rapist, only for him to kill her and dispose of her body. However, it is revealed that Cassie had predicted her fate, and was relying on her murder as a catalyst for the imprisonment of Nina’s rapists. In Saltburn, we watch the shy Ollie Quick befriend a charismatic college peer, Felix Catton, from a family with such enormous wealth that their estate has a name (‘Saltburn’). Ollie spends the summer with Felix and ingratiates himself with the family– including sexual endeavors with Felix’s sister and cousin– on the pretense that his own family is impoverished and tragic. Felix dies, followed quickly by his sister, and eventually both parents, leaving Saltburn in Ollie’s name. The twist ending reveals that his encounters with Felix and the deaths of the Catton family members were all part of a carefully-orchestrated plan.

    Both of Fennell’s films follow a character denied power by society– Cassie as a woman, and Ollie as a member of the proletariat. Cassie and Ollie are deeply manipulative, with questionable methods. As much as our protagonists are unpleasant, their enemies are far nastier and far more powerful– an imperfect hero is the nature of reality. We in the audience cannot help but root for them as they take revenge on the rich and powerful. However, as a member of a socialist organization, I cannot help but find myself wanting more. Cassie and Oliver may win their individual battles, but they have done nothing to change the system these power imbalances are rooted in.

    Cassie is fueled by revenge for a friend who has committed suicide following poor social support after being raped. She pretends to be drunk at various clubs and bars, making a record of how far men will go without seeking consent. The film then follows Cassie as she targets those she deems responsible for Nina’s death. A peer who didn’t believe her, a school official who took no action, a lawyer that intimidated her out of legal action, and, of course, the rapist himself. She wants them to feel the terror that Nina felt, terror they either inflicted or dismissed. These episodes highlight how Cassie sees herself as an individual woman wronged, rather than part of a victimized class. The peer she drugs, and leads her to believe she has been raped. To the school official, she claims to have taken the teenage daughter to a college boys’ party. Cassie is not looking for solidarity, but for fear. 

    Rape is tragically, incredibly common. Cassie proves that even so-called Nice Guys will assault women they think are drunk or drugged. Yet the film wants us to believe that Nina is the only victim worth caring about. Even the record of predatory men that Cassie maintains is not published or distributed to other women. Cassie never talks to other survivors of rape, let alone reach out to them, and she clearly believes that none of the women in her life have been raped, because they don’t understand her fixation on vengeance. When confronted, the college dean even says that accusations of rape between students “happen all the time”. Cassie sees this just as a dismissal of Nina’s suffering, instead of a call to action to interrogate the system that allows such rampant sexual violence. The rapes that have happened to other women, and their fear of being raped, is a tool in Cassie’s aresenal, rather than a cause for concern.

    The ultimate tool that Cassie uses is carceral justice. This is the most damning evidence that Cassie operates on the framework of individuals rather than systems. Getting Nina’s rapist arrested may save some women from being preyed upon by that specific man, but does nothing to the hundreds of other rapists in that city. Perhaps Cassie did scare some of them off from assaulting women, or reported them to the police, but these actions still require individual men to change their behavior, rather than empowering women as a whole. Additionally, although the police may be interpreted as being somewhat bumbling, they are still the heroes of the finale. In reality, police interactions and prisons are common sites for sexual violence. You can find satisfaction in the punishment of Nina’s rapist, but you cannot find liberation.

    Before my analysis of Saltburn, I do want to mention issues of race and disability. I am white and generally navigate the world as an able-bodied person, so I do not feel it is my space to give a thorough analysis from these lenses. However, conversations of race and disability are noticeably absent from Promising Young Woman. The closest thing to a main character of color is Laverne Cox’s role as Cassie’s boss, but she is mainly there for one-liners and furthering Cassie’s storyline rather than having her own experiences with gendered violence. There is also a glaring lack of fat people. Race does get addressed in Saltburn, but personally I felt that it was poorly done, and is only in one scene. Disability is used as a plot point rather than a social issue to engage with.

    While Promising Young Woman explores gendered violence, Saltburn addresses class conflict. As an American, I may not be fully able to appreciate the nuances of nobility and land ownership in England, but I can definitely relate to being a lonely middle-class person at a prestigious university. I went to Cornell, and Oliver is a student at Oxford. His peers talk of fancy vacations, tease Oliver for his clothes, and refer to him as a “scholarship boy”. But this is his chance to climb the social ladder, and he does. He befriends the wealthy Felix who, rather than letting him go back to a miserable addict mother mourning the death of his dealing father, invites Oliver to spend the summer on his family’s estate.

    My first hints to the twist that Oliver is not as destitute as he claims were his interactions with the estate staff. Oliver is greeted by Head Butler Duncan and some footmen– his first experience of the noble life. And he takes to it quickly. Oliver does not ask the footmen their names, talk informally with Duncan, or otherwise humanize the servants. He accepts himself as better than them, rather than cut from the same cloth. At meals he adapts quite readily to his place seated at the table, rather than expressing discomfort with the dynamic of servants tending to him. Even though these people might be able to understand Oliver’s jealousy towards the wealthy, he shows no interest in relating to the servants as fellow working-class peers. He would just as soon forget they are present. At the end of the movie, Oliver is joyously alone in Saltburn, and we are given no answers as to the fate of the servants– even Duncan, who was still there at least a few months prior.

    Oliver would rather emotionally manipulate the rich than radicalize them. College is a unique moment where people of diverse backgrounds meet and can become friends, humanizing members of populations that had been dismissed. Oliver takes advantage of the opportunity. He sees how Felix needs to feel like he is a Good Person, that he needs a charity to give himself to. So he molds himself into the charity case. He appeals not only to Felix, but each of his family members, buttering them up so he is not a threat. What if, instead of trying to fit in with the family, Oliver had encouraged Felix to question his wealth and power? 

    The eventual goal that Oliver realizes is him alone on the estate, rather than a redistribution of resources. This is where he fully loses me. As much as I want to revel in the violent destruction of the wealthy Catton family, the selfish ending leaves me feeling hollow. Oliver feels no obligation to any community, even his parents, so how am I supposed to find joy in the transfer of wealth from the Cattons to Oliver? He does not want to ‘eat the rich’, he just wants to be one of them.

    I appreciate what Emerald Fennell has to say about imperfect victims, sex, and violence. I enjoy the twists in her thrillers. And I cannot expect anything too radical from bastions of the movie industry like MGM. But I do think that these stories could have been great propaganda for why we need to organize into leftist movements.

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