I’m thinking about love in a very politicized way.

I think about the fact that most revolutionary leaders stories get so politicized in mainstream media that hate of the other is often the weight of the story. ENTIRE communities are invested in the success of one another and mysteriously that’s missing from the historical record and narrative.

Imagine that.

Love is often the underlying message of most politicized resistance (to capitalism) groups.

Love for your neighbor being something like I don’t know giving a fuck about the collectives wellbeing.

To the point of resisting systemic racism, VIOLENT racist encounters by a nations ARMY, violence at the hands of the new young and cool social media bloggers  that moved into the new subdivisions of apartment complexes.

(You know, that kind that are everywhere Austin right now. Like frozen yogurt spots, top gulf, and like finally another national pickle ball chain spot!)

Love.

To the point of knowing you may live or die to be the other’s salvation.

To ensure it.

To love meaning I love you so much I would die for you and yours if for a moment of peace.

To love, in these times, requires that we trust each other.

Ruthlessly.

Viciously.

Viciously trust that at the end of the day we would die for each other to make sure the collective we are free.

Ruthlessly ensure that we are -all- free.

Free of -all- systems of all hierarchy.

Point. Blank. Period.

(A moment to grieve for those that don’t understand that that includes the abolishment of the prison AND military industrial complex (border patrol, ice, dhs, cia, fbi, etc etc etc).)

No but seriously. All of them have to go. I don’t mean reform. I don’t mean renamed. I mean gone.

Gone.

Abolished.

And not to return in any way shape or form.

Over our dead bodies should it happen.

Trust that a community that loves each other would viciously protect each other. So please do not retort with issues of rape or abuse of women or children. We do nothing about these issues now because society at large hates women. Maybe more of that another day.

The struggle requires us to understand that the-collective-we are each other’s neighbors. And our lives and wellbeing are intertwined.

The struggle for liberation in Palestine is everyone’s struggle.

Yes, we are seeing so many parts of the apparatus throughout the United States, but they’re so little connection that it would be almost possible to miss it entirely. Checkpoint and migration surveillance in the south, cop cities in Atlanta, pollution in Nashville, rockets being tested in south Texas, the military being present at every major Black Lives Matter demonstration, and so many more I can’t even think of off the top of my head and even this is a lot.

But the struggle for the people in Palestine is quite literally a struggle FOR LIFE. And we can’t lose sight of that.

It really feels like the whole world is caving in but if we could just really give a shit about each other to make sure we don’t die or live unbearable horrific lives EVER again with the understanding that NO ONE could ever fuck that up is the ultimate message of most radical groups.

Love.

That is what it would take to form real communities. Straight up, love is foundational to any and all communities. It can’t be broken.

But anyways. Love as foundational to communities ensures longevity and understanding for harmonious living amongst each other.

Love as a devotion.

Love for salvation.

Being in love, real love, is political. And it goes beyond the individual I.

It is the collective we.

Me and you.

You and me.

All of us.

But why is that message so frightening? Why is the idea of communities that love and trust each other so frightening? Why is me saying that I believe in a free Palestine so scary?

Is it because I believe in open borders? The ability to move. Freely.

Is it because I believe in clean air?

Is it because I believe in reparations?

Is it because I believe that Black Lives Matter?

Is it because in the movement for global land back?

Is it because all I believe in demonstrates the fact that Palestinians aren’t free, our borders are monuments of death, our air is polluted, the formerly enslaved people that were brought here by force deserve more than any of number of billionaires bank accounts to chose from, Black people should not be murdered by police, and indigenous people should be given their lands back?

None of what I said is violent. None of what I said is radical. None of what I said is impossible.

To be in community means to be in love with each other. It means to do all we can to ensure we are all living dignified lives.

Imagine that.

I love you all.

As devotion.

As salvation.