The Left in Purgatory
Socialists in the United States are stuck. How do we become masters of our own fate?
The question we may have to ask ourselves in the years to come is whether some of our actions could be hastening rather than reversing the process of class dealignment.
Here is a place where time stretches on. Where food has no flavor. Where we grow neither old nor young. It’s not bad, exactly. But it’s not where we had hoped to be.
Don’t worry, American socialist, you’re not in the Inferno — hey, it’s not like we’ve ever had the power to err and commit mass crimes — you’re in Purgatory!
When we use the word “purgatory” today, we tend to think of stasis, interregnum, even unresolved contradiction. It’s a place between places, a somewhat empty impermanence.
Sorry, but this article is available to active subscribers only. Please log in or become a subscriber.