Anti-Capitalist Meetup: A Letter to Leftist Mothers for Mother’s Day by Diane Gee

(10 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

Disclaimer – this is for all women:


You don’t have to have given birth to be a Mother, either.  Those who have not, by circumstance or choice still know well of what I speak, having witnessed as a female the roles of their own Mothers, and their Sisters who may have had kids.  

We act as caregivers, to our own and others.  Its who we are, not who we have borne.

Dear Mothers,

Society has often put us in a second class position; the patriarchy on which it was formed limits our potentials in so many ways.

Perhaps it is because the know the truth:  We hold immeasurable power.

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I have some questions for you my dear ones, on this Mother’s Day across the pond, and the US Mother’s Day to come.  

What will you do with that power?

I know things are tough right now.  You are working more than ever, while making do with far less than ever too.  Its enough to try and punch the clock, shop, feed your family, perhaps make repairs on a home that is under water.  And the news, oh the news!  Its like a white out, bad news after horrific news, an onslaught impossible to see your way through.  But as the calming center of your universe, sometimes you have to look away.  Or perhaps chip away by attaching yourself to smaller causes of your choosing.

You and I know.  Things just aren’t right.

Part of the power we hold are the words we use.  No matter the gender or the nature of the little humans we raise or influence, by sheer volume how we see the world is how they will see the world.  The men in our lives too, are always influenced by our wisdom. We shape far more than our male counterparts may imagine… at least the more sexist of them.

 photo Child-Poverty-In-America-Is-Absolut.jpgSo I want to ask you some questions.  Say you have 5 children, and its dinner time; do you feed them all?  Do you give more to the fastest, the brightest, or perhaps the one who grabs at it first, and lays claim before his siblings?

If you are short, do you abandoned the youngest because he is a drain on your family? An unproductive leech?  Or perhaps the sickly one, why waste food on someone who might not make it anyway?

Only a monster would do that.  I am sure, as fellow Mothers, that would never occur to you. But that is what Capitalism does.  They are at the head of our economic family like you are at the head of your dinner table. They have convinced you to help them, by throwing out the most at risk, or blaming them for being a “drain” on your meal so you will push them away from the table, ensuring those who you choose will have more to eat.

Capitalism is a meritocracy for the greedy.  It makes no differentiation to circumstance.  Those born to money get the most food, those born without have their dinners taken from them. Those willing to grab more, faster, get to leave their siblings hungry.  It rewards behaviours we would never promote in our own young.  

We are the Mothers.  We are the ones who have to realize, and use our voices to say “No more.”

Lets say you live in a town, and the Mayor has just announced they are sending a raiding party to the next town over.  They aren’t calling it a raiding party, of course, they are calling it a “Preemptive Strike,” with some premise of “danger” to you and yours.  Of course, you know better.  Your sister and her family live there.  They have coal, and your Mayor wants it.  

Would you send your 16 year old as a volunteer to go slaughter that town?  With your sister there?  What if your sister didn’t live there, would it be ok then?

Thats what we are doing every time we let our children join our military.  That is what the Capitalist system HAS to do.  Steal resources to get richer.

You’re a Mother, and you wouldn’t send your child to go kill your own extended family, nor to be killed by them defending themselves.  

We have to use our voices to say “No More” to that too.  We have to quit treating those who have, for whatever reasons, joined such raiding parties as heroes.  Victims, perhaps, but not heroes.  No one to be emulated, worshiped, never telling our sons and daughters how noble they are.  Wars cannot happen if we teach our young not to participate in them.

You see, if everyone isn’t our family, then really no one is. We aren’t killers, we are nurturers.  We are bringers of life.  We are the calm waters that soothe the cyclone.

We are all that…until we aren’t.  Then we can be scary.

Remember the old saying, “If Momma ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy”?  There is no wrath like a Mother protecting her young, in the animal kingdom – and humans may be the epitome of the spirit.

Men fight their battles, but no revolution has ever been won until the Mothers stand up.  Until we say, “No more.”  I am sure wiser, more learned Mothers than I can substantiate that fact.  I am no historian, but I sure have heard the folklore… from strikes to rights, from revolutions to epic tales.  When women stand up, the world quivers!

Until we put our bodies in front of the guns, and dare our fathers, husbands, brothers and sons to shoot us.

Are you really happy?  Do you live in fear and stress, and wonder how the hell you can give your children a better life?

Is this living?  Is this the Motherhood you had envisioned when you were a dreaming child?

I think not.  And I think you all know its true.  You have heard of the 1%, know about the banksters.  I think you know that all of Washington has been coopted by the money of those shoving you and yours away from their food laden table.  I think you know that we are making War on people who do not deserve it in the least; droning other Mothers and their children so the metaphorical Mayors can steal their stuff.  You know whats wrong, and have been trying to make the peace at home, stay under the radar, perhaps wear blinders so reality isn’t so scary.

Dear, dear Mothers…. its well past time to say “No More!”

When we set a table, everyone eats.  When we have neighbors, we share with them and help them, not steal from them.  When someone is at risk, hurt or sickly, we heal them.  That is what Socialism is, Socialism does.

When you open the overpriced cards on your Mother’s Day, think not of the sentiment held within it.  Think what those same children would write to you 20 years from now… in whatever world you now choose to give them.  A predatory Capitalist world eating them alive, or a Socialist world in which all are cared for.

Make this the year you are the Momma Bear Protecting your Cubs, dear Mothers.

Time is getting short.  

When the Mothers stand up?  Shit hits the proverbial fan.  When Mothers join hands?  Things change.  When Mothers are determined?  People stop dying needlessly.

I wish you the happiest of Mother’s Days; may you spend it pondering what you really want it to mean to you, and generations to come.

You DO hold immeasurable power.  You are the strength of humanity.  You are half the world’s population, and if the Mothers of the world stood together, no force on Earth could stop us.

Use your wisdom, feel with your heart, let your rage be channeled, and do what is right. Be a Mother.

Love – and I mean I truly love you,

Another Mother

Mother, mother

There’s too many of you crying

Brother, brother, brother

There’s far too many of you dying

You know we’ve got to find a way

To bring some lovin’ here today – Ya

Father, father

We don’t need to escalate

You see, war is not the answer

For only love can conquer hate

You know we’ve got to find a way

To bring some lovin’ here today

Picket lines and picket signs

Don’t punish me with brutality

Talk to me, so you can see

Oh, what’s going on

What’s going on

Ya, what’s going on

Ah, what’s going on

In the mean time

Right on, baby

Right on

Right on

Father, father, everybody thinks we’re wrong

Oh, but who are they to judge us

Simply because our hair is long

Oh, you know we’ve got to find a way

To bring some understanding here today

Oh

Picket lines and picket signs

Don’t punish me with brutality

Talk to me

So you can see

What’s going on

Ya, what’s going on

Tell me what’s going on

I’ll tell you what’s going on – Uh

Right on baby

Right on baby