Samoa has scored another scalp! Here, our resident left-wing, Marxist videographer Ben Cooney let’s fly in an emotional political rave against religion, capitalism and more. [Ed: The Editorial Team are still debating whether or not our disclaimer applies to this piece!]
Looking Towards May 1 From Samoa
Thoughts of home, thoughts of friends, the endless noise of motion and humanity lure my mind afar towards the south where my home resides, I love it here, but like any other wandering star I feel the connection to all I know some what asunder. I sit on my computer looking at the screen, chatting to my peoples and dreaming of my son.
Is this right? Is this normal?
I have never really been able to fit into that position. But here I am. I land . . . Is land and Is land! Is I land.
A nation of lament memories, the urgency of the Babylonian context echoes. I see beauty everywhere but I have no one to share it with.
I talk about it and write about it but no one can see via my eyes. Its a hard pill to swallow. Harder than a double dropper on the 4th day.
Rinsed and frazzled grimy and half a wake in frog pajamas the mud and filth of the rave shining in the morning sun. Flash forward to Lotopa, I wander thru the streets of the I land.
I see the follies of a system played out in the rubbish in the gutters and the dogs in packs.
I see the smiles of the locals hiding their disdain. It’s not me they are angry at but the system that has been forced down their throats by well meaning Imperialists. Is land?
I land! A land of freedom? HA!
The colonial masters of old whilst having the most gracious and potentially honorable intentions have seriously left this majestic and fantastic island, Samoa in disarray.
“Here, have this alcohol . . . these weapons . . . this God! All you know is wrong! All we know is right and by god you will suffer if you don’t conform!”
Is land!! I land?
Fail, colonial Imperialists, Capitalists, usurpers . . . Fail!
I am a fan of the Mau [The Samoan independence movement of 1929]. they had it going on with their plans for independence, achieved in 1962.
They had it all sewn up, and well they won, but I don’t think they got it the way they wanted it. Instead they kept all the ideological trappings of their Imperialist slave driving over lords; the monetary systems; the religious indoctrination and the attachment to consumerism and materialism.
All this is evident with the palatial churches next to then most humble and run down Fales; the grandiose over-priced American cars; the kids on their bikes with all the bells and whistles; the expensive label clothes; the false system of democracy that only rewards the rich while the poor struggle on . . . day to day . . . meal to meal.
I don’t know I could be wrong but in my mind something smells!
Is land, I land, I Land IS land!
I have realized that nothing we are doing is new. We need to tap into new areas of the brain and develop new technology and systems that will elevate us from the slavery we are born into.
I land, Is land. Is land Is land.
Herald yonder flag of black and red, signaling to all that capitalism is dead, no more shall it curse us with its wars, its corrupt system or darken our hearts whilst we travel its halls. A new day is close and these things are clear when Babylon crumbles I will NOT SHED A TEAR