Finally had enough time during covid to read A People's History. I had heard this was a must-read, but man -- I never thought I'd literally be brought to tears reading about the working class solidarity of fucking 11 year olds, organizing strikes at the very textile mills where their mothers also worked, and which were burning down with hundreds of people trapped inside. Or the solidarity of striking miners by the thousands taking up arms and fighting private corporate militias and federal troops who came to evict them from their homes because the miners dared to ask for better working conditions. Or peasant farmers who marched to their local jail to demand the release of their friends and neighbors, whose farms had been seized because they had no money to pay their debts.

There are so many dark moments in the book, but the stories of solidarity endlessly remind me of what fucking pussies we are today, how much harder I need to give to our movement, and how dignified our struggle is. Fuck imperialism, fuck the borgeious, fuck the insitutions. Solidarity forever.