I've worked on a dozen essays and episodes in which to add this clip, including in the unfinished episode about my other grandfather's death, who was also military and was also given full military honors. I've tried to find an eloquent way to talk about how hard it is to untangle my sliver of a cultural past from the all consuming monster of whiteness and nationalism. I've also wanted to dig deeper into why I went so hard into antifascism and why it is so personal to me, but honestly what I caught on tape right after finishing our first episode (in which I had made fun of bagpipes and immediately very quietly started to spiral) is a lot by itself. So maybe it is best to just post the raw audio.
It's a very deep kind of pain when an ancestral part of who you are is used to justify genocide, especially when your own feelings about that part of you is complicated (as it often is with family). This is in solidarity with my anti-zionist Jewish friends right now. On a positive note, Jimmy Marr is dead now. You are not missed. Rest in Piss. #freepalestine
Edit: Was told by a friend that I should add the context that Jimmy Marr was a well known holocaust denier and white nationalist who went by "Genocide Jimmy" and drove around a truck with antisemitic slogans written on it.
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I've worked on a dozen essays and episodes in which to add this clip, including in the unfinished episode about my other grandfather's death, who was also military and was also given full military honors. I've tried to find an eloquent way to talk about how hard it is to untangle my sliver of a cultural past from the all consuming monster of whiteness and nationalism. I've also wanted to dig deeper into why I went so hard into antifascism and why it is so personal to me, but honestly what I caught on tape right after finishing our first episode (in which I had made fun of bagpipes and immediately very quietly started to spiral) is a lot by itself. So maybe it is best to just post the raw audio.
It's a very deep kind of pain when an ancestral part of who you are is used to justify genocide, especially when your own feelings about that part of you is complicated (as it often is with family). This is in solidarity with my anti-zionist Jewish friends right now. On a positive note, Jimmy Marr is dead now. You are not missed. Rest in Piss. #freepalestine
Edit: Was told by a friend that I should add the context that Jimmy Marr was a well known holocaust denier and white nationalist who went by "Genocide Jimmy" and drove around a truck with antisemitic slogans written on it.
S1E29 By What Authority Doest Thou These Things - Unfinished
Friendly Anarchism
16 minutes 51 seconds
7 years ago
S1E29 By What Authority Doest Thou These Things - Unfinished
The House by the Side of the Road
by Sam Walter Foss (1858-1911)
There are hermit
souls that live withdrawn
In the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran;-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house
by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat,
Or hurl the cynic’s ban;-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I see from my house
by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears-
Both parts of an infinite plan;-
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened
meadows ahead
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice,
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.
Let me live in my
house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish- so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat
Or hurl the cynic’s ban?-
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Friendly Anarchism
I've worked on a dozen essays and episodes in which to add this clip, including in the unfinished episode about my other grandfather's death, who was also military and was also given full military honors. I've tried to find an eloquent way to talk about how hard it is to untangle my sliver of a cultural past from the all consuming monster of whiteness and nationalism. I've also wanted to dig deeper into why I went so hard into antifascism and why it is so personal to me, but honestly what I caught on tape right after finishing our first episode (in which I had made fun of bagpipes and immediately very quietly started to spiral) is a lot by itself. So maybe it is best to just post the raw audio.
It's a very deep kind of pain when an ancestral part of who you are is used to justify genocide, especially when your own feelings about that part of you is complicated (as it often is with family). This is in solidarity with my anti-zionist Jewish friends right now. On a positive note, Jimmy Marr is dead now. You are not missed. Rest in Piss. #freepalestine
Edit: Was told by a friend that I should add the context that Jimmy Marr was a well known holocaust denier and white nationalist who went by "Genocide Jimmy" and drove around a truck with antisemitic slogans written on it.
