COINTELBRO posted:

they won't bring exciting ethnic fusion restaurants with them.

I interviewed for a position at a new Syrian catering company just this week. Sure, it's still early days, but it's got that hectic, jumping vibe of a hot startup. No office yet, so I met him for a quick interview outside the Jewish preschool he caters for. He's probably still looking for a workspace to cook all those lentils and chick peas because there were a bunch of pressure cookers, still in their boxes, in his transit van. It will take a few days to verify my passport, but then, fingers crossed, I'll be able to tell my new workmates about your wordly skepticism and we can all have a big laugh.

babyhueypnewton posted:

lol @ DeadKen linking Fredric Jameson's analysis of the same thing but better. But good job publishing something that with work could maybe be an academic piece but instead gotta shit something out for social media clicks.

You should write better things then. I'm serious, I'd read a BHPN clickblog gladly!

TheIneff posted:

babyhueypnewton posted:

lol @ DeadKen linking Fredric Jameson's analysis of the same thing but better. But good job publishing something that with work could maybe be an academic piece but instead gotta shit something out for social media clicks.

You should write better things then. I'm serious, I'd read a BHPN clickblog gladly!

I never got the allure of social media. Always seemed like a libidinal economy which is constantly in crisis. Why expend all of that mental energy for a structure that is incapable of discussion and analysis since the socially necessary turnover time for that intellectual labor is instantaneous. Reddit is the opposite, without any kind of identification or discernible structure it's just words on a screen talking past each other with a repeat cycle of a week.

What I'm saying is I should post on the forum more and better, the last refuge of cybernetic modernism.

drwhat posted:

who do we have to fuck to get registration to open and tpn banned

you're the computer whiz here, we were all waiting for you to do it.

The causes of the movement’s defeat are less relevant here than its manifesto,

an "american marxist", apparently

c_man posted:

The causes of the movement’s defeat are less relevant here than its manifesto,

an "american marxist", apparently

in his defense, the emphasis in that sentence should be on "here", as in within the context of an article on utopian forms in literature and cinema, not a historical analysis of late 19th century American progressive parties per se.

Edited by RedMaistre (Nov. 24, 2015 03:48:42)

conec posted:

woww huey p newton`s cousin was 1 of the survivors.. apparently huey p newton visited jonestown or sth?
there was a plan to have all of their money sent to the ussr... what retards

From panther Aaron Dixon, Elaine Brown's driver at the time of this:

Elaine made it a point to meet with anyone of political significance in the Bay Area, and one of the weirdest meetings was with Jim Jones
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Jim Jones wielded a considerable amount of power. He had contacts in the city and state governments and was able to procure funding and support for his militant "Help the Poor" platform. He even put out a newspaper. One of its issues touted a trip Jones had made to Cuba and a meeting he'd had with Huey.
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The Duke, Elaine, and I drove up to the church and were met by three gruff-looking brothers wearing big coats. It was obvious to us that they were carrying weapons. Inside we were taken on a tour of the church. The building had an eerie feeling to it. In the cafeteria were several older Black workers preparing food. They acted very strange, very detached. On the top floor, we walked past a small room where a middle-aged white man sat at at table, operating a HAM radio with a microphone.

"That's our contact with Guyana," said our tour guide.

We were ushered into a room where Jim Jones sat, surrounded by little kids. He seemed to be white but fairly dark complexioned, with jet-black hair. He boasted about his programs and the land his church was developing in Guyana. There really wasn't much back-and-forth dialogue. We all just wanted to get out of that place. The vibrations were unlike anything I had ever experienced. The people were almost emotionless, with little enthusiasm or joy. I don't think any of us were surprised at the massacre in Guyana two years later. Hundreds of Jones's followers died after drinking cyanide-laced Flavour-aid. Comrade Russel Washington from Los Angeles lost five family members to this mass murder/suicide. At the time, unfortunately, we did not have time to explore the ramifications of Jim Jones's inroads in the black community. We had our own contradictions to sort out.