Staying there was not safe at all, because of the potentiality of the warplane’s return. I spent a total of ten minutes there; I felt during these minutes a severe exhaustion, I felt the heaviness of my body, the difficulty of breathing, the inability to think of anything.
Art is not this pure thing that comes out of the romantic imagination, a spark from god. It has always emerged within and evolved out of capitalism. Maybe it has something to teach us about the system that gave birth to it.
“In Penza, the FSB does not even bother to hide what they are doing. Officers show up at the remand prison there, and take their man to another room, where they have a generator and electrical wires set up.”
It’s something I ask every cop I question: Is there a code of silence in the Chicago police department? “Oh, no.” Have you ever testified against a fellow cop? “Oh, no.” Have you ever seen any police misconduct in your thirty years on the job? “Oh, no.”
It’s not a matter of “helping” or being nice to poor people. It’s about sharing power. It’s about listening to what they say and amplifying their voice. People are the subjects of their own liberation, the subjects of their own freedom.