Letter to Rosa Clemente

I wrote this to Rosa Clemente, just seconds ago:

Hello,

We met 5 years ago when i was attending Purchase, College.

I just wanted to say, how are you doing. I wasn't surprised to see you go this far, you had nothing but passion in your speech.

I want to give you an impression on how i see the world, from another perspective.

I believe we are all here, some by choice, and some who were given a second chance. Before life, i believe we have some choice on which body to assume the role of, and in each role it is expected of us to fulfill our destiny. Most people forgot what that role was, and go on to live boring repetitive lives as Americans. They feast off the land, the carnage of native peoples of this land they call America. There is no honor or dignity for those who can cherish the good life, wearing clothes or decorating their house with items that were mass produced by damn near slave labor third world nations. Living with excessive pride, in vain, with limited or no thought for the backs broken in the process.

Those of us born into poverty have to tip toe around the rules, learn the ways of the streets, and hopefully live a life more comfortable. I personally had to play the poverty card twice, up till age 9, when my grandparents had taken me away from my parents because they were unsuccessful. They had addictions to prescription drugs in the late 80's, early 90's. Back in Brooklyn, you couldn't walk 3 steps in the school playground without stepping on a crack vile. I was italian in nearly and all black school in the beginning of my life. I knew friends whose parents had drug problems, problems with police, etc. Ultimately my parents had problems with these drugdealers upstairs, there were fights, bullets in my front window, and that was the last straw for my grandmother.

After spending most of the 90's growing up in a more lower-middle class community, the 'suburb' town called Inwood near Far Rockaway, Queens... I lived amongst a school of mixed races. We didn't have too many hispanics in my neighborhood in Brooklyn, but Inwood had them. I had made friends with various ethnicities, seeing life through others perspectives, noticing there weren't many differences. A family is a family. Everyone wishes everyone well, even with the ups and downs, there's always love. You go to high school, you drink 40's and smoke blunts, pass the time and manage to visit enough classes to qualify the grade.

So i graduated, and i always wonder how. But when i go to college, my desires become conflicted, and i lose track of my life in the choices. A good friend of mine from high school tells me all about the world, from a realistic POV. Now i'm starting to read literature, like Malcolm X. Gaining multiple perspectives from a third world POV. As i start to see the ignorant ways of society, I wondered how life could become so counter-productive.

After studying philosophy for a while, i started to gain some hope. I became a skilled electronics major recently, and it dawned on me, how is that, we have the talent and prosperity to become 95 percent automated, having machines do most labor intensive work for us, yet we sit back and let the capitalist cycle run its course.
It is capitalism itself, the idea and the usage of capitalism, that drowns us. Anything from gaining a breath of something new. And all new things are approved and designed by those who control capitalism. They found a way to capitalize off of the mass imprisonment of people, and make the stocks public. In almost any scheme which is immoral and shows the dark, worse sides of the human being, potential of profit is always the driving force. Slavery in the 1800's, sex slaves of the present/future. Poisoning communities with drugs, giving the masses of potential drug dealers the most ignorant music in the form of hip hop (the former culture music which reinterpreted the complexities of the streets), and turned it into a propaganda message, glorified ignorance, pushing the idea of drug dealing and killing to a wider audience. I dont need to go further with capitalism.. it is the real slavemaster. If we don't gain a hold of it, we fail ourselves in not doing enough.

My ultimate goal, is to somehow find a way to demonstrate to people, another system. We can tackle the problems from any angle, and end up crashing into each other, because the idea doesn't become exonerated from 'hope or change'. Obama is doing what every American president would do, he's trying to appease the masses and glue the capitalistic structure that has been working for so many years, with a few of his own personal tweaks.
My proposal is that we envision the system of community anarchism. People who volunteer will go to locations with a good ecosystem, enough resources to mine off the land, and enough technology to start a solar based energy grid for a small town. Life and production will fulfill itself via the gift economy. Soybean crop will be the main sustainable source of food. Commerce will be subject to direct democratic decisions organized in town meetings which will meet based on popular consensus. In these towns, no authority will ever be present, and education will be the primary importance for every walk of life, any age. There will be no courts of law. The way i see it, usually crime is influenced by some sort of restraint on someone's worth in capitalism. They are influenced by culture and by greed and selfishness to even have the heart to committ crimes. Anyway, this all could be address with consensus, I cannot personally go over the details for the what-if's. What if two men were in love with the same woman and one of them killed the other.. it shouldn't be up to a book of conduct and punishment to decide their fate.

Anyway, i know this was a long message, probably too much for you to handle. If you manage to read it all, god bless you. I hope any of my words have given you another point of view. I will write you back if you write me back, and perhaps some sort of template for our future can be designed for all our benefit.

-dunngar