“People have completely forgotten that in 1972 we had over nineteen hundred domestic bombings in the United States.” — Max Noel, FBI (ret.)
And never forget these people, including Bill Ayers, the lawless Obama’s mentor, who taught Michelle and him how to go about it:
“You don’t need a Weatherman to know which way the wind blows.” – Bob Dylan
The 1970s underground wasn’t small. It was hundreds of people becoming urban guerrillas. Bombing buildings: the Pentagon, the Capitol, courthouses, restaurants, corporations. Robbing banks. Assassinating police. People really thought that revolution was imminent, and thought violence would bring it about.
One thing that Burrough returns to in Days of Rage, over and over and over, is how forgotten so much of this stuff is. Puerto Rican separatists bombed NYC like 300 times, killed people, shot up Congress, tried to kill POTUS (Truman). Nobody remembers it.
I take issue with the article writer – clearly the 70s was his era, because most of this occurred well before that:
SDS started radicalizing in ’66. By ’67, Burrough notes, an SDS leader is saying in the New York Times, “We are working to build a guerilla force in an urban environment.” He backed down quickly, but the genie was out. And then 1968 happened, and things went completely batshit.
I’m afraid I was part of it all – Rik Mayall, urban guerrilla, got nuffink on me. 68 – Paris riots. At university, two others and I started up Anarchist Revolutionary Students in Education – our professors had inspired us to rise up and smite the establishment – am still smiting the establishment with pussy paws but now the Establishment is of the Left.
Prior to this, our guru had been RH Tawney and yes, we were paid up Fabians. I could never lead fellow revolutionaries though because, as someone put it, I “talked like a ponce”. Curse that education.
Naturally, we sent our demands to the Administration on loo roll – for example, that a memorial stone to the Monster Raving Loony Party be henceforth placed in the gent’s loo on the second floor of the Economics faculty building … and so on. For some reason, we were not taken seriously.
More serious though was that we never thought we were doing anything illegal, we just didn’t think, full stop. Our cause was just, therefore it was fine to unleash a firestorm outside, coz we woz in the right, warrn’t we, eh? And we were being noticed by all those grown-ups and we thought – admired.
I was never of the violent bent of our comrades in arms, so can’t claim any bombings nor destruction of property – my mates and I were rather fond of property actually. My violent response to one woman who said we should be ashamed of ourselves dressing like ersatz Che Guevaras, was: “Madam, thou beist a silly cow.” Hate Crime Higham. We were too chicken to do anything more, otherwise our parents might hear of it.
One does grow up. Not sure many of these idiots we see footage of now will grow up, something seems to have seeped into their skulls and it’s nasty. I know what it was from the past but a normal mind puts those childish things aside.
This lot don’t. The Alinskys, Ayerses, Blairs, even Norman Geras – they never grow up, never start to reason beyond the narrative.They sit in the members’ stand at the cricket, dreaming of their socialist utopia where everyone gets everything equally, not for one moment seeing the dystopia and destruction of Phase 4 as anything more than a regrettable temporary blip.
They never, ever see that Phase 4 is actually IT – that’s the end, that’s what the PTB were aiming for all along.
And then in come the real nasties, for example whoever is paying these clowns for the violence, and these clowns suddenly see a purpose in life, a lucrative one too. They were nothing before, now they’re formidable, Big Men, the vanguard of the Revolution, agents for the Man.
And these are the ones who need taking out.
Legally. Using proper procedures, mind. The kingpins need taking out too but how to get to them?
However, it cuts both ways:
[H/T Chuckles and haiku]