Today May 1 is International Workers' Day and May 5 2013 is 195th Birth Anniversary of Karl Marx
अश्वत्थामा बलिर्व्यासो हनुमांश्च विभीषणः। कृपः परशुरामश्च सप्तैते चिरंजीविनः॥
"There’s irony in the fact that in the midst of the most affluent
civilization history has witnessed people are scavenging in rubbish baskets for
food. That’s the kind of contradiction I think Marx was talking about. I also
stressed how much Marx admired the way that capitalism had in a very short space
of time accumulated such wealth—material, spiritual, cultural—but that it
couldn’t do that without the contradiction of generating inequality at the same
time; we’re seeing a stark instance of that in Greece today. So that’s the kind
of thing I’d point to to show the relevance of Marx. Even within the
anti-capitalist movement, Marx is not a majority presence. One has to say that.
It’s partly because of the discrediting of Marxism by Stalinism, which will
take a long time for the Marxist left to recover from. But I’m not myself madly
concerned about whether people stick the label “Marxist” onto themselves as
long as they take a critical stance towards the present situation. It doesn’t
matter what they call themselves."
Karl Marx on German-Jewish socialist Ferdinand Lassalle:
"It is now completely clear to me, that, as proven by the shape of his head and the growth of his hair, he [Lassalle] stems from the Negroes who joined the march of Moses out of Egypt (if his mother or grandmother on his father’s side did not mate with a nigger). Now this combination of Jewry and Germanism with the negroid basic substance must bring forth a peculiar product. The pushiness of this lad is also nigger-like."
Once I was almost a card-carrying Marxist- communist. That was long time ago.
Then I used to buy lots of low-cost English translated Russian books from frequently held exhibitions in Kolhapur and Sangli.
Most of the books I bought, including those by greats Alexander Pushkin and Fyodor Dostoyevsky, went almost unopened. The only such books I read were of metallurgy, an engineering subject.
I thought my book-buying spree, wasting in the process my father's very hard earned money, was helping the cause of revolution. It was not helping anyone, really.
I loved and read and re-read Anil Barve's (अनिल बर्वे) poetic play in Marathi- 'Thank you Mister Glad' ('थँक यु मिस्टर ग्लाड') and I cried and although I wanted to die like the protagonist there, by then I had lost faith in revolutions (even before I lost it in bachelorhood).
For a while later I was a 'socialist' and then one day I saw and read Vijay Tendulkar's (विजय तेंडुलकर)
"Kanyadan" (कन्यादान) and since then I have seen, read and heard so many 'socialists' like Nath Deolalikar (नाथ देवळालीकर) in India. They now belong to all the castes.
अश्वत्थामा बलिर्व्यासो हनुमांश्च विभीषणः। कृपः परशुरामश्च सप्तैते चिरंजीविनः॥
George Orwell:
"Progress is not an
illusion, it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing. There is
always a new tyrant waiting to take over from the old — generally not quite so
bad, but still a tyrant. Consequently two viewpoints are always tenable. The
one, how can you improve human nature until you have changed the system? The
other, what is the use of changing the system before you have improved human
nature? They appeal to different individuals, and they probably show a tendency
to alternate in point of time. The moralist and the revolutionary are
constantly undermining one another. Marx exploded a hundred tons of dynamite
beneath the moralist position, and we are still living in the echo of that
tremendous crash. But already, somewhere or other, the sappers are at work and
fresh dynamite is being tamped in place to blow Marx at the moon. Then Marx, or
somebody like him, will come back with yet more dynamite, and so the process
continues, to an end we cannot yet foresee. The central problem — how to
prevent power from being abused — remains unsolved. Dickens, who had not the
vision to see that private property is an obstructive nuisance, had the vision
to see that. ‘If men would behave decently the world would be decent’ is not
such a platitude as it sounds."
Terry Eagleton:
Jonathan Sperber:
“The man who would write the Communist Manifesto just five years later was advocating the use of the army to suppress a communist workers’ uprising!”
“The man who would write the Communist Manifesto just five years later was advocating the use of the army to suppress a communist workers’ uprising!”
Karl Marx on German-Jewish socialist Ferdinand Lassalle:
"It is now completely clear to me, that, as proven by the shape of his head and the growth of his hair, he [Lassalle] stems from the Negroes who joined the march of Moses out of Egypt (if his mother or grandmother on his father’s side did not mate with a nigger). Now this combination of Jewry and Germanism with the negroid basic substance must bring forth a peculiar product. The pushiness of this lad is also nigger-like."
Once I was almost a card-carrying Marxist- communist. That was long time ago.
Then I used to buy lots of low-cost English translated Russian books from frequently held exhibitions in Kolhapur and Sangli.
Most of the books I bought, including those by greats Alexander Pushkin and Fyodor Dostoyevsky, went almost unopened. The only such books I read were of metallurgy, an engineering subject.
I thought my book-buying spree, wasting in the process my father's very hard earned money, was helping the cause of revolution. It was not helping anyone, really.
I loved and read and re-read Anil Barve's (अनिल बर्वे) poetic play in Marathi- 'Thank you Mister Glad' ('थँक यु मिस्टर ग्लाड') and I cried and although I wanted to die like the protagonist there, by then I had lost faith in revolutions (even before I lost it in bachelorhood).
For a while later I was a 'socialist' and then one day I saw and read Vijay Tendulkar's (विजय तेंडुलकर)
"Kanyadan" (कन्यादान) and since then I have seen, read and heard so many 'socialists' like Nath Deolalikar (नाथ देवळालीकर) in India. They now belong to all the castes.
Artist: James Thurber, The New Yorker, October 30 1937 (btw This is the month my mother was borne!)
But all along I never forgot Marx because of the late Prabhakar Padhye's (प्रभाकर पाध्ये) Marathi book 'Manav aani Marx' ('मानव आणि मार्क्स') that I had read in the late 1970's. I have never forgot parts of the book.
My respect for Karl Marx has never diminished ever since my father told me that the veteran boar Old Major in 'Animal Farm' was him.
For me, today he is a Don Quixote like character. Some people may judge him as a failure but more importantly for me he is a dreamer and eternal. I like to think of him as 8th Chiranjivi (चिरंजीवी).
Wikipedia defines them as " long lived beings in Hinduism who are to remain alive through this Kali Yuga until the next Satya Yuga".
As long as we have so much economic inequality in this Kali Yuga, Marx will continue to prick our conscience.
Like Ashwathama, he will continue to come to our door...Like King Bali he will continue to hold mirror to the fundamental unfairness of our system...Like Parashurama he will remind us the mindless slaughter that happened in his name...
Karl Marx sure didn't know how to to get to Satya Yuga, if one exists, and admittedly his self styled followers have slaughtered innocent men and women in millions, but he knows what Satya Yuga may look like:
In a recent essay, John Gray says: "No doubt the belief that humankind is evolving toward a more harmonious condition affords comfort to many; but we would be better prepared to deal with our conflicts if we could put Marx’s view of history behind us, along with his nineteenth-century faith in the possibility of a society different from any that has ever existed."
But I doubt if humans will ever stop dreaming of a "society different from any that has ever existed." And how can they as long as Chiranjivi Marx keeps showing up at their doors or their dreams?
But all along I never forgot Marx because of the late Prabhakar Padhye's (प्रभाकर पाध्ये) Marathi book 'Manav aani Marx' ('मानव आणि मार्क्स') that I had read in the late 1970's. I have never forgot parts of the book.
My respect for Karl Marx has never diminished ever since my father told me that the veteran boar Old Major in 'Animal Farm' was him.
For me, today he is a Don Quixote like character. Some people may judge him as a failure but more importantly for me he is a dreamer and eternal. I like to think of him as 8th Chiranjivi (चिरंजीवी).
Wikipedia defines them as " long lived beings in Hinduism who are to remain alive through this Kali Yuga until the next Satya Yuga".
As long as we have so much economic inequality in this Kali Yuga, Marx will continue to prick our conscience.
Like Ashwathama, he will continue to come to our door...Like King Bali he will continue to hold mirror to the fundamental unfairness of our system...Like Parashurama he will remind us the mindless slaughter that happened in his name...
Karl Marx sure didn't know how to to get to Satya Yuga, if one exists, and admittedly his self styled followers have slaughtered innocent men and women in millions, but he knows what Satya Yuga may look like:
‘…in communist society, where nobody [has] one exclusive
sphere of activity but each can become accomplished in any branch he wishes, society
regulates the general production and thus make it possible for me to do one
thing today and another tomorrow, to hunt in the morning, fish in the
afternoon, rear cattle in the evening, criticize after dinner, just as I have
in mind, without ever becoming a hunter, fisherman, cowherd, or critic."
In a recent essay, John Gray says: "No doubt the belief that humankind is evolving toward a more harmonious condition affords comfort to many; but we would be better prepared to deal with our conflicts if we could put Marx’s view of history behind us, along with his nineteenth-century faith in the possibility of a society different from any that has ever existed."
But I doubt if humans will ever stop dreaming of a "society different from any that has ever existed." And how can they as long as Chiranjivi Marx keeps showing up at their doors or their dreams?
