“This past week, the students of EMIS had the distinct pleasure of simply being alive, and this is what they did with it…”
For the last few months on goers of the IB history class have had the distinct pleasure, at least a pleasure from one perspective, to study Russian revolutionary history. Our class, taught by Tucker Barrows, transcended and analyzed over 100 years of Russian history.
The course, while arduous, difficult and frustrating, managed to at least confuse a few students into a passion about Russian history. It was not difficult to note that the class became quickly polarized. Half aiming towards complete disdain of the entire portfolio, and the other coming to truly appreciate the tale of an entire civilization.
It is a controversial matter, in the words of history student, Hannah Cook, “I can’t even put into words, how glad I am that we’re done with Russia.”
The division is polemic at best, and distinguishing one from the other is nearly impossible by the naked eye. True to fact, one who deeply enjoyed a view of Russian history might be writing this very article as we speak. It’s a mystery, I swear.
Mr. Tucker’s perspective remains far more mysterious.
However, there is a degree of importance to revolutionary history. Yes, it is a history of its own. Perhaps it is because it is simply thrilling to propose a degree of violence, applied to our daily lives, or perhaps it is the ideology, idyllic and morose, to engrain in our daily blood. Or maybe, and this is a personal statement, the stigma of change is electrifying.
Many speak of the fear of change, as if it were a diseased dog, an attempt to console humanity, as if its intended aversion were so solely obvious.
I don’t think I understand this. What fear?
Change is a thrill, an exotic nostalgia, an excitement and pleasure. Change is the key to unlock potential.
What? Between the palms of your hands. This is the difference between banal change and revolutionary change, it is in OUR hands.
Speak of peace, speak of speech, speak of poetry and speak of art but God forbid to speak of destruction.
Alias to all creation. Soul to imagination. Destruction is not polar to creation, it is supplemented, derivative. Symbiotic.
As stated by the immaculate Mikhail Bakunin, “The passion for destruction is a creative passion, too!”
That is the point behind this rant. In response to the study on Russian History, I have deeply engrossed myself in a study of revolutionary literature. From the well-known Trotsky, to the less known Linde. All constitute the same will, the same drive, the same passion.
The passion for change. It is something I share and am frequently inspired by. It is the challenge of reality. Demanding ever more from it. Not being satisfied with what it has already given us. What it has already given you.
It does not take a genius to see the world is not perfect. But it takes a revolutionary to see the world needs change.
I don’t have the solutions. No one ever did. Marx, Lenin, Bakunin, Robespierre, Bolivar. There never was a delusion that there was a solution to be had. There was just the need for change.
Slavery. That is what they saw. Slavery to an old order. And they chose to challenge this. They chose to enact a new order. Break the old. Destruction. Change. It was the will to choose their own reality. To emancipate the slaves.
Now, to drop off, I will quote my own personal favourite revolutionary, mainly unknown and I will allow one and all to investigate as they will.
Named Joaquin Cevallos. Here is one of his most notorious of speeches, It is aptly named: We are all Slaves
We are all slaves
We are all slaves, to senseless paper currency, we are told to be valuable
We are all slaves, to our wealthy masters, who wield the invisible privilege
We are all slaves, to the fat, spoiled, well dressed seats in Government and the bureaucracy they wield.
We are all slaves, to the needs and desires, designed not by nature, but by the latest corporation
We are all slaves to the job we are told to have and the job we are told we should not have
We are all slaves to the things we are told are correct and the things we are told to be incorrect.
We are slaves to the things we are told to be worthy to worship and the things we are told are worthy to hate.
We are slaves to the love we are allowed to have and the hate we are allowed to have.
We are all slaves, to the wages we earn, the work we toil and the masters who dictate how much and when.
We are all slaves, to our education, and the knowledge we are told is assimilate and we are told to ignore.
We are all slaves, to the cultural phenomenon, no longer ritual, but in trends and buying
We are all slaves, to the flags and names we are told to adore and idolize
We are all slaves to the consumerist, lascivious nature, not born with, but taught to become.
We are all slaves to the excessive, wasteful, most privileged, empowered celebrity. Whose own excess we idolize.
Slaves to beauty sponsored by a corporation
Slaves to knowledge sponsored by a corporation
Slaves to behaviour sponsored by a corporation
Slaves to war sponsored by a corporation
Slaves to trends sponsored by a corporation
And slaves to politics sponsored by a corporation
We are all slaves to our world. However, people before me. You are free to choose. See the chains before you. Choose to not obey. Choose to rise from your oppression
Choose to be a slave no longer. Emancipate yourself. Choose
A man chooses… A slave obeys. Andrew Ryan
Written by Carlos Sevilla
Edited by Sofia Arthurs-Schoppe
Cross-Edited by Hannah Cook