Let me say a slur

• Yugopnik

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/6825820-the-capitalists-will-sell-us-the-rope-with-which-we

The heads of government in America are not the real rulers. I have talked with many of them from the President down. Some of them would really like to use power for the people. They feel baffled by their inability to do so; they blame other branches of government, legislatures, courts. But they haven’t analyzed the real reason. The difficulty is that they haven’t power to use. Neither the President nor Congress nor the common people, under any form of organization whatever, can legally dispose of the oil of Rockefeller or the gold in the vaults of Morgan. If they try, they will be checked by other branches of government, which was designed as a system of checks and balances precisely to prevent such “usurpation of power.” Private capitalists own the means of production and thus rule the lives of millions. Government, however chosen, is limited to the function of making regulations which will help capitalism run more easily by adjusting relations between property and protecting it against the “lawless” demands of non-owners. This constitutes what Marxists call the dictatorship of property. “The talk about pure democracy is but a bourgeois screen,” says Stalin, “to conceal the fact that equality between exploiters and exploited is impossible. . . . It was invented to hide the sores of capitalism . . . and lend it moral strength.” [Stalin, Leninism, I, 46]

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Source: https://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2010/09/kah2-s11.html

I call out to you, my people

I firmly clasp your hands,

I kiss the earth beneath your feet

and declare: I sacrifice myself for you.

I give you the light of my eyes as a gift.

I give you the warmth of my heart.

The tragedy I live

is my share of your own.

I call upon you,

I firmly clasp your hands.

In my land I never was disgraced,

never lowered myself.

I always challenged my oppressors,

orphaned, naked and with bare feet.

I felt my blood in my own hands,

never lowered my flag.

I always protected the grass

on my ancestors' graves.

I call out to you, my people,

I firmly clasp your hands.

— Tawfiq Zayyad, 1966 (as translated by Mohammed Sawaie in The Tent Generations: Palestinian Poems)

This poem was also the basis of a famous Palestinian nationalist song: https://youtu.be/ec2yB6nMGxM