I know I should feel sorry for the farmers - the epitome of working class indispensables - but the fact that they voted Trump makes me see red so deep it almost turns to black. Of course I know voting blue would have been no improvement of note, but Trump is the ultimate signifier of Fascist cruelty. I know they’re rubes, that they were conned by the Republican machine. But I can’t look away from the fact that the very reason they have been conned, the reason the Republican party appealed to them in the first place, is that they are the most abominable, abject kind of racist fascist verminous filth possible.
I know I’m wrong, comrades. But I cannot help it. I do not celebrate the takeover of worker-owned land by a mega corporation. I abhor it. But I do celebrate the suffering of the farmers. The destruction of their entire way of life, the losses imposed on them, the destitution and penury they’re being cast into. I cherish it, in the same way I cherish the things that were done by the Soviets to Nazi collaborators, because that is what they are. And if I were to say what I think they deserve, what I genuinely and wholeheartedly wish upon them, I’d probably get banned from here.
Here’s a question to those comrades who know better than I do. How do I reconcile that? How do I reframe my observation of them and what’s happening to them, in order to better sympathize with the plight of a fellow worker?
Thank you for this. I needed some hope today.