Yes, it is economics, you’re right, but in the US how they are able to get you to vote against yourself is racism (well white people). After the Civil Rights’ Movement Black and Latino people started making real progress in higher education. From 1970 to 1980 college graduation rates for both groups almost doubled. Enrollment peaked in 1980 and then began to fall. During the mid 1980s, there was a huge decrease in federal dollars utilized to support college students. This was a 180 degree change in policy when compared to the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s and the govt provided financial assistance (meaning tuition wasn’t a mortgage payment, because the feds thought it was worth subsidizing) to anyone who wanted to go to college, so what happened?! In 1980 Reagan became President and along with his education Czar William Bennett decided everyone wasn’t going to college. The idea of Black . . .
There was no war bloodier or more destructive in the history of mankind than World World One. So, on June 4th, 1926, following many nations agreeing that such devastation can never happen again, the United States Congress passed a resolution establishing November 11th as Armistice Day. The intent of Armistice Day was to highlight the “day the fighting stopped” (in 1918) and, as President Calvin Coolridge stated in his Proclamation, to “commemorate with thanksgiving and prayer and exercises designed to perpetuate peace through goodwill and mutual understanding between nations”. However, following World War II, President Dwight D. Eisenhower issued a Proclamation that changed the designation of November 11th from Armistice Day to Veterans Day. Eisenhower said: “I, Dwight D. Eisenhower, President of the United States of America, do hereby call upon all of our citizens to observe Thursday, November 11, 1954, as Veterans Day. On that day let us solemnly . . .
Forty years ago on November 3, 1979, five comrades from the Communist Workers’ Party (previously known as Workers’ Viewpoint Organization) went out to demonstrate against the Ku Klux Klan at Greensboro, North Carolina. They would never return home again. César Cauce was a Cuban who graduated with highest honors from Duke University. James Waller was a member of the Central Committee of the CWP, a physician who left his practice to serve the people. Sandra Neely Smith, the only New Afrikan victim, was a well known Civil Rights organizer and founder of the Youth Organization for Black Unity. Michael Nathan was chief of pediatrics at Lincoln Community Health Center, a revolutionary physician, and extremely active in organizing medical support for revolutionaries in Zimbabwe (aka “Rhodesia”) who were fighting the fascist, settler colonial regime of Ian Smith. William Sampson was president of White Oak Organizing Committee and a graduate of Harvard . . .
Nobody wants to be a slave. An enslaved person takes every measure within their capacity to snatch small sips of freedom. These sips transform into gulps which transform into entire pitchers and carafes of that sweet succor disappearing down the throats of millions who have nothing to lose. A prisoner malingering in their cell transforms into a prisoner going on a work strike which eventually transforms into throwing a correctional officer off a tier. Many people think that enslaved Africans idly sat and waited for a John Brown, or an Abraham Lincoln, or a Union Army to liberate them. Just as now many supposed revolutionaries think that all black people need is a small cadre of white intellectuals to form some “vanguard party” to engage in opportunism and treachery until the conditions for some coup are right, then we will all fall for their bold but weak words and fall . . .
Eldridge Cleaver: “The fact is, there’s a split in the party. The right wing has seized the reins of leadership and put a muzzle on the Panther. The vanguard party has become a breakfast-for-children club.” Was he serious? Was he constructing another of his well known grand metaphors, a bizarre one? Like me, the others were stilled by incredulity, their pens frozen over the note pads they held. “But I represent the left wing of the party,” he proclaimed, “the International Section, headquartered in Algiers. We’re saying it’s time to clip the right wing operating out of national headquarters, dominated by the reformist David Hilliard and his nepotistic hierarchy, which includes his reactionary brother, June, and his silly wife, Pat.” I could hardly think, much less respond. It was impossible to believe what I was hearing. “Babylon is quiet. Pigs are comfortable. Why? Because the vanguard is cooking fucking breakfasts . . .