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528 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1931
The influenza epidemic raging through the country had reached our prison, and thirty-five inmates were stricken down. In the absence of any hospital facilities, the patients were kept in their cells, exposing the other inmates to infection. At the first sign of the disease I had offered my services to the physician. He knew I was a trained nurse and he welcomed my aid. He promised to see Miss Smith about letting me take care of the sick, but days passed without bringing results. Later I learned that the head matron had refused to take me out of the shop. I was already enjoying too many privileges, she had said, and she would not stand for more.Today, in my area, quarantine was extended from another week to another month. Depending on how much farther it goes on, my career trajectory as a librarian will probably be disrupted, and I will lose out on one last occupation title and recent professional reference before I've completed the max number of units for my master's. Still, I'm far better off than most: I am guaranteed some amount of distance work until the beginning of May; online subscriptions are still putting out notices for distance jobs in my field; and my savings, both personal and generational, will see me out a year or two, should the requirement for rent continue apace. I am not in as good a position as those who are being paid regardless of work performance, but I am better off than my sister who still has to physically go into work (for the government of all things). The three million and counting that are applying for unemployment benefits tell me that many do not have my monetary guarantee, and that $1,200 check that is currently circulating around my rumor mills has already excluded sex workers, an already severely marginalized demographic that has been one of the most seriously impacted by the pandemic, from its coverage. I haven't even begun to speak of the uneven distribution of resources to states under Trump, how the pandemic prevention infrastructure that was built to contain Swine Flu and Ebola was destroyed in 2018 for the sake of funding, the on air call for millions to go to work and sacrifice themselves for the sake of the economy, etc, etc. So: what would Emma Goldman make of all this? I get an inkling from the above quote, but it's a brave new world of ours, and in the coming months, there is a good chance that neither I nor Goldman will/would know what to do.
Not being officially permitted to nurse, I sought means to aid the sick unofficially. Since the influenza invasion our cells were being left unlocked at night. The two girls assigned to nursing were so hard-worked that they would sleep all through the night, and the orderlies were my friends. That offered me a chance to make hurried calls from cell to cell and do what little was possible to make the patients more comfortable.
What better excuse needs the European bourgeoisie for its reactionary methods than the ferocious dictatorship in Russia?My penchant for bildungsroman style works displays itself in my downgraded rating for this second volume compared to the first. It is all of one work, of course, but GRAmazon is arbitrary in its distinctions between segmented work (Journey to the West), complete unabridged set (Three Kingdoms), and both (In Search of Lost Time), so I will pick and choose my ratings whenever the opportunity is given. In any case, the beginning and the end were rather a transitory muddle, but the middle section of Goldman's time in Russia is a five star work in and of itself, lending itself well to an individual packaging if such hasn't already occurred. I have been seeking for some time now a reconciliation between my political beliefs and the truths of Russia's October Revolution, and Goldman's testimony is that in full. She had some notable interactions with names I recognized, including some inordinately positive ones with Evelyn Scott and Rebecca West, but that goes to show the lubrication of social intercourse, even when one of the participants is a hardened anarchist. Honestly, though, I read this because I want to know how to think, and the sheer coincidence that I read it during this kind of "interesting times" that form the basis of supposed (apocryphal and racist, as per Euro usual) curses means, when the curtain lifts and life starts getting back to "normal", I don't know where I'm going to find myself. After all this, anarchism strongly appeals, but as that's riddled with its own egos and backstabbings and discourse, so until I get a more direct conduit into a living landscape of that community, I'm going to shove all of my 'weirder' social convictions (free healthcare, neighborhood direct democracy, legalized sex work, places of employment forbidding sick workers with full recompense, etc, etc), into "queer", the only label I hold to with any sense of security.
-Peter Kropotkin
In [Lenin's] early writings I would find that he had for years advocated and defended such methods of attack against his political opponents, methods to "cause them to be loathed and hated as the vilest of creatures." He had used such tactics when his victims could defend themselves; why should he now not add insult to injury when he had the whole of Russia as his forum?After this, I have at least Smedley (one book on hand), Kropotkin (none on hand), Berkman (none on hand, but a beautiful NYRB Classic edition does beckon), and Figner (I had already added her Memoirs of a Revolutionist to track down by way of Ginzburg's Journey into the Whirlwind) to fill in the gaps. Smedley will hopefully give me a better picture of the world outside of Europe/Neo-Europe, as the fact that Goldman didn't have much to say about Lucy Parsons or Virendranath Chattopadhyaya (called Smedley's "Hindu friend Chato", actually her common-law husband, the concept of which Goldman was supposedly such a fan of) didn't give me much confidence in the idea that she would have paid any anarchists from beyond the pale much heed (course, I hardly recognized every single name in this work, but one has to wonder). All in all, mountains upon mountains of further reading to do, and ideally some actual interpersonal interactions to go with it (I do the most uncharacteristic things when bored out of my mind, and attempting virtual communications with local grassroots collectives might end up being one of them). Did I agree with everything Goldman said? Lord no. Do I think she did some good? Considering how one of my absolute favorite parts of this autobiography is when she and her comrades started mobilizing the military/ship personnel to fight for their rights during the her deportation from the US to Russia, absolutely. Do I want to know how much the Penguin edition cut out of this? Probably not. Do I want everyone to read this? If it scares them into thinking critically about what their government is doing for them (should The Shock Doctrine not already have done so) and what that means for their implicit trust in the idea that future = progress: they better.
The more I live, the more am I convinced that no truthful and useful social science, and no useful and truthful social action is possible but the science which bases its conclusions, and the actions which bases its acts, upon the thoughts and the inspirations of the masses.
-Peter Kropotkin
[T]here had never been an ideal, however humane and peaceful, which in its time had been considered "within the law."
Some who reached their haven found it to be another hell. Others found a better life for themselves.