Notes for Revolutionaries - From Issue 2

Capitalism is but a gentlemen’s method of slavery Kwame Nkrumah 

Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience and through rebellion.” Oscar Wilde

In colonial conquest, language did to the mind what the sword did to the bodies of the colonised. Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o

We don’t see armed struggle in the classic sense of previous guerrilla wars, that is, as the only way and the only all-powerful truth around which everything is organized. In a war, the decisive thing is not the military confrontation but the politics at stake in the confrontation. We didn’t go to war to kill or be killed. We went to war in order to be heard. Subcomandante Marcos

By what standard of morality can the violence used by the slave to break his chains be considered the same as the violence of a slave master? Walter Rodney 

If a white man wants to lynch me, that's his problem. If he's got the power to lynch me, that's my problem. Racism is not a question of attitude; it's a question of power. Racism gets its power from capitalism. Thus, if you're anti-racist, whether you know it or not, you must be anti-capitalist. The power for racism, the power for sexism, comes from capitalism, not an attitude. Stokely Carmichael 

A riot is the language of the unheard. Martin Luther King, Jr.  

Labour is the only force that can save labour. Rally then to save labour from its encircling enemies, and know that in saving labour you save the most effective force for the redemption of Ireland. James Connolly

No private right to property is good against the public right of the nation. P. H. Pearse

Bourgeois democracy, although a great historical advance in comparison with medievalism, always remains, and under capitalism is bound to remain, restricted, truncated, false and hypocritical, a paradise for the rich and a snare and deception for the exploited, for the poor. V. I. Lenin

They said I was ruthless, daring, savage, blood thirsty, even heartless. The clergy called me and my comrades murderers but the British were met with their own weapons. They had gone in the mire to destroy us and our nation and down after them we had to go. Tom Barry

" 'Real' socialism, it's argued, would be controlled by the workers themselves through direct participation instead of being run by Leninists, 'Stalinists', 'Castroites' or other ill-willed evil leaders and bureaucrats who betray revolutions, we hear. Well unfortunately this 'pure' socialism view is profoundly ahistorical and non-falsifiable; by that I mean it remains untestable against the actualities of history, it compares an ideal against an imperfect reality. The 'pure' socialist ideological anticipations remain untainted by existing practice, they don't explain how a complex revolutionary society could be built and secured, how priorities would be set, how survival could be achieved by just having the workers own and control everything. How do you expropriate enough surplus value to build an army to defend yourself against the invasion that comes? It's no surprise that the 'pure' socialists support every revolution except the ones that succeed. 

The 'pure' socialists usually blame the Left for every defeat by the Left, 'they weren't vigorous enough, they weren't resourceful enough, they didn't mobilise the people enough, they didn't do this enough, they didn't do that enough.' They presume to know better than those engaging in the actual struggles and it's unfortunate that they haven't found time to apply their own brilliant insights and leadership genius to producing a successful mass revolutionary movement in our country." Michael Parenti

The Irish Language. 
It is gone from the hill and the glen—
The strong speech of our sires;
It is sunk in the mire and the fen
Of our nameless desires:
We have bartered the speech of the Gael
For a tongue that would pay,
And we stand with the lips of us pale
And all bloodless today;
We have bartered the birthright of men
That our sons should be liars.
It is gone from the hill and the glen
The strong speech of our sires.
Like the flicker of gold on the whin
That the Spring breath unites,
It is deep in our hearts and shall win
Into flame where it smites:
It is there with the blood in our veins,
With the stream in the glen,
With the hill and the heath and the weans
They shall think it again;
It shall surge to their lips and shall win
The high road to our rights—
Like the flicker of gold on the whin
That the sun-burst unites.

~ Roger casement