24th October,
2000; (Slightly Corrected Version)
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panta98:Hi! Folks!!!
frogmobile:
Someone invite Carl, please.
Einai2000:Holas,
guapos!
CarlzimC has entered
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panta98:Please save
the chat. The weather is very bad here, rain, storm, electricity and
phone
instability!!!
Einai2000:Franz,
Carl's new buddy name is CarlzimC
Einai2000:Buenas
noches, Carl!
frogmobile:
Carl is on.
Einai2000:Hi
Franz & Khalid!
CarlzimC:
Buona sera, Iris
frogmobile:Welcome
all. It's a very dark and 'cool' night here
CarlzimC:
Hi, Franz and Khalid
Einai2000:Steve
also confirmed, is he around somewhere?
frogmobile:Greetings
Carl/Iris/Franz.
frogmobile:Nice
to have 'ya' all
Einai2000:Franz,
how's Sammy? Already lurking around?
frogmobile:What
is the topic?
CarlzimC:Steve is not on-line
(ICQ).
panta98:Well, Guys! We've a
long journey today, could I begin?
frogmobile:
You mean "Sammy, the cyber-ghost"
Einai2000:I
fastened my seat belt already, Franz...
CarlzimC:Please proceed, Franz
Einai2000:...
ready for take off here...
frogmobile:
mine too, ready para el vuelo!
Einai2000:please
proceed.
panta98:Khalid, the topic is:
Franz IV -- 1962 - 1977, Revolution versus Emancipation!
frogmobile:okay
CarlzimC:Varoooom!
GETTING SERIOUS
panta98:Before I go on a real
perilous "time travel" voyage, taking a British Airways plane,
travelling
from Cape Town to Johannesburg, to Frankfurt, and then finally to
Tuebingen,
let me make some general remarks about our topic today. Surely, I'll
mainly
relate the political revolutionary aspects, the personal ones can be
reported
in other private discussions.
panta98:We'll
only deal with the awesome revolutionary road towards unknown global
spheres,
towards transcendental Emancipation. I'll make it less analytic, more
descriptive,
so that you could enjoy the unfolding drama to the fullest.
panta98:During
the introduction, the exposition, anytime, when you want to remark or
ask
a question, please, be welcome.
Einai2000:Alright,
Franz.
panta98:Is that OK?
Einai2000:It's
okay with me.
CarlzimC:Yep
panta98:Proceeding. ....
panta98:A
myriad of things happened during this period, and I learned a lot in
this
productive phase. Like anybody else, I committed many a mistake, I
cried,
I caused many a tear, many a heart-break.
panta98:I
despaired, I rejoiced. I loved life, I was loved , was hated, was
adored.
However, these melodramatic aspects we'll leave for another social
occasion,
for another special rendezvous.
panta98:In
1962, in South Africa, on a beautiful, shiny September Day, filled with
Spring feelings and emotions, - long before, youthfully anticipated
already,
while tending cattle, daydreaming and studying clouds with silver
linings
passing by, -- ...
panta98:...
with an immense excitement which totally overwhelmed me, I embarked the
plane in Cape Town, heading for the unknown, for the well-nigh
impossible;
in those days, to board a plane, to leave the country legally, this was
an exceptionally rare "privilege" for a "non-White".
panta98:Now,
guys! Accompany me virtually, and for real!!
Einai2000:Off
we go...
panta98:Alright! Are you there?
Einai2000:What
a question, Franz!
panta98:While flying over the
semi-desert region, over the Great Karoo, looking downward at those
humble
huts and poverty-stricken dwellings, I was realizing, that whole
continents,
whole countries, whole cities, whole peoples, whole families, that each
and everyone one was living its very special own reality, in its own,
strange
world of worlds.
panta98:In
spite of the great dis-socialization or educational process, the
equalization
process, the strife towards bourgeois, democratic, capitalist equality,
towards equal "human rights", I came to the final conclusion that no
two
people, if they still remain sane and healthy, could really think
alike,
could truly see the world alike.
panta98:Anytime,
in between, please comment, ask questions, please!
panta98:There
must be something else behind this equality business. Who knows,
perhaps,
equal rights to be able to exploit? Liberty to accumulate capital? A
fraternity,
a commonwealth of vultures, wolves and werewolves?
panta98:I
looked at all the "whites" in the plane, at those pale, fat
chatter-boxes,
and was happy that they could not read my mind, could not embark my
train
of thought; in fact, they never would, never could. They are on a trip,
on another trip. Nothing to fear at all.
Einai2000:...please
proceed...
panta98:I wondered if ever
it would be possible to know exactly what and how someone else thinks,
to know his/her reality. Was there a special absolute way to see a one
and only true reality? How many realities are there? Do they really
remain
real forever?
panta98:Strange
philosophic thoughts crossed my mind. Is there a one and only, a
unique,
true reality? Is this what education all over wants to teach us? Why so
stubbornly, so violently? Who knows universal reality?
panta98:My
parents, the teachers, the Whites, the Germans, the Americans? Does
something
like that exist at all? Why are most of my "friends" so lush, so
lackadaisical,
so permanently absorbed in everyday activities?
Einai2000:...interesting
questions, to the point...
CarlzimC:Same in the
multi-ethnic,
multi-racial, multi-cultural areas of Bronx, NYC (pre-1959), Queens,
NYC
(1959-1976) and Teaneck, NJ (1976-present), USA.
panta98:So little revolutionary
fire? Could they be ignited, sparked off, conscientized? Or must they
themselves
get on these bright, burning ideas ? Why only an infinitesimal number
reach
these inaccessible depths, heights and widths? Do they need new, free
energetic
impulses, momentum?
panta98:Any
answers to these questions, as yet?
panta98:I'm
waiting. ....
Einai2000:You
asked answering questions, Franz...
panta98:OK! Then I'll ask some
more, and answer some more!
CarlzimC:Reality = individual
consciousness, but media tries to create its own universal reality.
panta98:Proceeding. ....
panta98:There,
down below, was lying Britstown, where I laboured on the Boer farms,
further
north was Aliwal North, where Roman Catholicism infested my young mind,
and still a little further, there I saw Zastron in the Orange Free
State.
panta98:Down
below, in the Land of the Matabele, of Moselekatse, because of gold and
diamonds, "blacks" were massacred and driven across the Limpopo River,
and brutally the Britons and the Boers were slaughtering each other.
For
what? Why?
panta98:Yes,
in Space, quantitatively, I superated all these. In the friendly skies,
I'm soaring high above, over them. Thanks to British Airways!! But,
what
about qualitative emancipatory transcendence in Time? My mind travelled
back in Time, towards the end of the 50's.
panta98:Yes,
Carl, I sent everybody something before, to note how Big Brother, the
USA,
is creating its own universal reality!!
CarlzimC:The Britons created
the first concentration camps to incarcerate the Boers
CarlzimC:during
the Boer War
panta98:Dan Goldstein was so
kind to forward it to us!
panta98:Yes,
Carl, we'll come to this just now. Let me just take up PSI-contact with
my Mum!
CarlzimC:UFA German movie
"Uncle
Krueger" made during World War II
CarlzimC:starring
Emil Jannings.
panta98:I remembered
consciously
meeting my "lost" mother for the first time, at the age of eleven; and
we went to Zastron. I was hilarious. Today I would see the first train
in my life. At the station, we waited, and waited. ....
panta98:Suddenly,
smilingly, my Mum said: "Sorry, Fransie, we missed the train. It's gone
already."
panta98:Completely
flabbergasted and disappointed, already on the point of bursting out in
tears, I asked: "Mum. Why? Why do you say that?"
panta98:She
replied: "Don't you see, the train left its tracks there; its gone
already!"
panta98:Well,
she taught me a philosophic lesson for life. Not everything which
leaves
a "trace", a track in the sands of "time", hic et nunc, necessarily has
come to pass already, has any anticipatory, any emancipatory relevance.
panta98:Any
comments about my Mum's philosophy?
panta98:Proceeding
....
panta98:There,
looking through the small window of the Boeing, little did I know that
I would never ever see my dear mother and beloved father alive again,
both
passed away, in 1975 and 1965 respectively. ...
panta98:Also,
I didn't realize as yet, that I won't be able to return to sunny South
Africa for the next 31 years. The mighty revolutionary waves would roll
me everywhere across the globe, even to Nigeria, but not to Southern
Africa.
panta98:However,
I was happy, like always, I had my priorities straight! And I always
respected
the priorities of others, as long as they don't deny them.
panta98:Any
further comments, any questions?
Einai2000:Not
as yet, Franz...
panta98:Carl, Jeff is online.
On ICQ!
panta98:I
wondered about the very high price of revolution, also of a decent
"education",
knowledge and wisdom. I asked why there was not a short-cut to human
joy,
happiness and love.
panta98:Why
must so many lives be taken to the public slaughter-house of
"revolution"?
Why must we work, labour so hard? Why among other "damned" must exactly
the "blacks" be the "chosen people" to be enslaved, to perform "hard,
menial
labour"?
panta98:Then
we approached the Golden City, eGoli, Johannesburg. Because of this El
Dorado, 80 years ago, brutal wars were fought, whites massacred whites.
For normal, natural stones, with which "Bushmen" kids were playing
around
for millennia?
panta98:Carl,
now comes the point which you made earlier. ...
panta98:Right
there, for the first time, the Boers had introduced Yu Chi Chan,
guerrilla
warfare, into this country. I also remembered that the Americans had
launched
the first violent colonial revolution. So why this great fuss?
CarlzimC:I invited Jeff.
Einai2000:Thanks,
Carl.
panta98:OK! Carl!
panta98:Proceeding
...
panta98:And,
imagine, the Nazi Boers and the Democratic Americans today are in the
forefront,
fighting against "violence" and "terrorism", that supposedly intend to
topple the State.
panta98:I
looked into the distance, and I saw the artificial "mountains" of the
Witwatersrand,
huge hills of sand, dug out from the bowels of the earth. Hundred
thousands
of "blacks", from all over Africa, were toiling here, to enrich Europe,
to create Western Culture and Civilization.
panta98:Do
these millions really want "revolution"? What do they know about
"revolution",
and for that matter, about "democracy", "peace" and "human rights"? Did
they authorize any government or revolutionary movement to "free" them?
CarlzimC:Franz says he didn't
download AOL.
panta98:OK! Carl.
panta98:Proceeding.
....
panta98:With
such revolutionary quandaries buzzing through my mind, finally, I
touched
down, touching the golden heart-beat of Apartheid, stark capitalist
labour
reality.
panta98:At
least, my "white" uncles, Arthur and Charles, fetched me, were happy to
see me again. They took me to White South Africa, and in the evening
placed
me back on the plane on my way to Europe.
panta98:Heading
towards the north of Africa, I saw the most beautiful aurora that I
ever
had seen; far down below, in the desert sand, isolated lights were
still
burning the midnight oil, the nomadic Tuareg, still dreaming about
camels
and dates, were slowly waking up.
CarlzimC:Gotta meet Fran at
bust stop. I will return soon.
Einai2000:Ok,
Carl.
frogmobile:Okay
Carl
panta98:OK! Let the computer
on, to read further later. ...
panta98:Proceed
....
Einai2000:...go
ahead please, Franz.
panta98:Iris, you seem to like
the revolutionary "novela".
Einai2000:I
love you and your novelas, yes, Franz!
panta98:I was torn between
two grotesque worlds, Rembrandtesque emotions shook my very existence:
I asked myself: Do you know yourself? Who are you really? After all, I
was born into a world of violence, I did not invent it. Deep inside,
violently
my very nature was rebelling. All over, Nature itself was in agony. Why?
panta98:Below,
down there, all African nations were battling for political
independence;
some violently, some more peaceful. Why do we all want peace, want to
be
peaceful? Is "peace" normal? Why has there never been peace in Africa
since
half-a-millennium? Before neither!
panta98:Who
really wants peace? Certainly not the peace-makers, the UN peace
corps!Also
not the masses, who murder each other every week-end. Not even Capital,
Money, accumulates itself peacefully; on the contrary, this cancerous
outgrowth
invades the globe with a violence that the very Cosmos has never ever
seen.
Even Jesus Christ, violently, whipped the capitalists out of God's
Temple;
he just forgot to drive them out of the State, including drowning the
very
State!
panta98:Hundreds
of similar questions were flashing through my youthful, perturbed mind.
What is Revolution? Violence? Then why did Europe make a violent
revolution,
reigned with terror? Why also not grant us this privilege now?
panta98:Why
did the European powers massacre themselves in two Intra-Imperialist
Wars,
and later called them "World Wars"? Perhaps Europe, America, are the
real
world. We also want to fight for liberty, equality and fraternity. We
also
want a "Commonwealth of Nations". Then, why did they kill Patrice
Lumumba
are terrorizing Nkrumah?
panta98:Now,
Irislein, the following passage is specially for you!
Einai2000::-)
panta98:Impatient?
Einai2000:Fraaaaaanz!
panta98:Nervously awaiting
it?
panta98:What
would it say?
Einai2000:waiting...
Einai2000:waiting
Einai2000:watiting
Einai2000:?
panta98:I looked down at the
eternal sandy waves of the Sahara Desert; they echoed back to me a
passage
from Thomas Gray's elegy: "Full
many a rose is born to blush unseen, and to waste its sweetness on the
desert air."
panta98:You
like it? As Jesus Christ had warned: These roses generally "throw their
pearls before swine".
Einai2000:
You know I love this one!
panta98:Proceeding. ....
panta98:Khalid,
Guy! Still rosy and cosy, around?
panta98:Enjoying
the story that you know so well, been told to you a hundred times
already,
but not yet like this!
panta98:Proceeding
....
frogmobile:Yea!
I am munching on some nice South Africian grapes.
panta98:OK! For me they are
too high, too sour!!!
panta98:Proceeding,
like an astute fox. ....
frogmobile:They
are the sweetest.
Einai2000:E238
probably ;-)
Einai2000:please
proceed, Franz
panta98:Forbidden grapes are
the sweetest, ask Eve, she later hid herself from the Lord ... imagine
the reason she gave!!! What were they doing?
panta98:Anyhow,
proceeding ....
panta98:Strange
questions formulated by a 24-year old. Billions don't even bother to
ask
them, not now, not in a billion years! Consumermania, superstition,
religion,
education for mental slavery, for barbarism, all made sure that they
would
never ever take serious note of such historic, macabre atrocities and
absurdities.
frogmobile:So
says the legend
panta98:Now my legend continues
.... Is Peace a solution to world problems? Is Violence a panacea? The
plane was descending, my ear-drums was threatening to burst, I felt
like
vomiting. This was technological violence!!!
panta98:No,
no, where is dear Poplar Farm? I prefer to ride on horse-back across
the
green plains and valleys. To find the answers to all these questions
will
keep me busy for the next decades. And again, the majority of them I
would
answer, but will question the answers over and over again.
panta98:No!
Modern technology, supersonic speed, hair-raising development, mortal
progress
and fatal evolution, all are not for me. There is the St. Peter's
Cathedral,
Italy, the birthplace of "rivoluzione" of "rivoltura" ...
panta98:...
now already completely home-sick, at last, we reached Frankfurt.
Praised
be the Lord!!
panta98:Stefan
Mommer, -- ironically, who later, in 1980, also taught with me at the
University
of The Andes, Merida, -- fetched me, and off we went by train to
Tuebingen,
to my first and real alma mater, to study Philosophy and Political
Science.
panta98:Khalid,
you might still remember him.
panta98:Of
course, the friends of Neville Alexander, the overseas wing of the NLF,
welcomed me with open arms. Just before, the German Democratic Republic
had constructed the infamous Wall of Berlin.
frogmobile:Oh
Yes!
panta98:A strange world,
Khalid,
how small?
frogmobile:Where
is he now Franz?
panta98:He left for Europe,
but his brother is a famous Marxist, teaching at the Simon Bolivar
University,
in Caracas.
panta98:As
a result of the aforesaid, the famous philosopher, Ernst Bloch, did not
return to Leipzig, and accepted a professorship in Tuebingen; hence, I
gained an excellent tutor in Hegelian Philosophy and Marxist
Revolutionary
Praxis and Theory.
frogmobile:Did
he not leave for UCV Caracas
panta98:Yes, sorry, de did
leave for the UCV. I also got mixed up.
panta98:Proceeding
....
Einai2000:There
is the link to your mum's philosophy, Franz... Blochs "Spuren"
Einai2000:...and
"Erbschaft"...
frogmobile:I
have a picture with him and Usha, Ely's wife.
panta98:Exactly, Iris. That
"analphabetic" Mum of mine, a student of my father, was taken by him
from
school at the age of 18, and he just married her.
panta98:Like
Father, like Son!!!
panta98:Yes,
it's true!
Einai2000:a
student of your father... same relation with my dad and mum..
Einai2000:school-snatching,
I fear.
panta98:These Franz Lee's are
dangerous!!! And there were (are) four of them, causing havoc on this
globe:
Great Grandfather, Father, Yours Truly, and Son!
Einai2000:okay,
but please proceed...
panta98:Yes, a
"cradle-snatcher"
-- but real "excellent enrichment"!
panta98:Anyhow,
let's get down to more "pleasant" things. .... proceeding ....
panta98:I
was just tantalized by the beautiful, small student city, on the
Neckar,
where such famous German thinkers like Hegel, Schelling and Hoelderlin
were studying, writing and living, strolling along the river, rowing
and
rocking their boats.
panta98:Later
I attended the philosophic seminar of Ernst Bloch, situated next to the
famous "Tuebinger Stift", where these titanic philosophers had produced
their most creative works.
panta98:The
transhistoric Tuebinger intellectual and rational air,
phenomenologically
also affected my mind, and catapulted me out of Apartheid obscurantism
and rabid bigotry.
panta98:Repercussions,
tornados, typhoons, earthquakes, thunder and brimstone shook the very
foundations
of my religious soul. Then the cold Arctic wind came; Europe
experienced
its coldest winter in centuries.
panta98:The
Neckar froze, trucks crossed the Bodensee; I trembled like a reed in
the
howling wind, shivered like a wet cat in an ice-box. I thought that
final
entropy had arrived; that my days were counted. A real icy
"Goetterdaemmerung"
paralysed Germany; Faust's elements were raging across the continent.
panta98:Khalid,
are you shivering? Anticipating the Canadian Winter. Let's go to
Guyana,
man!
panta98:Better
still, San Onofre!!!
panta98:Proceeding
.....
frogmobile:Off
we go. Vic is waiting for us in his Farm House.
Einai2000:I
thought you decided to go to China?
frogmobile:better
yet!
Einai2000:Anyhow,
please proceed...
panta98:Yeah! Welcome ... I
experienced a fundamental revolutionary metamorphosis. On a cold, cold
night, restlessness, while taking a walk in the mountains of snow,
suddenly,
like scared bats, the last vestiges of obscure religious beliefs
fluttered
out of my mind.
CarlzimC:Listening
frogmobile:Welcome
back Carl
panta98:OK! Carl. .... I
triumphed
over this crusade, transcended the Rubicon, but the Global War against
Mental Slavery was still to come.
CarlzimC:I've been here for
15 minutes - listening.
panta98:I ostracized religious
alienation from my mind, I successfully countered this virulent, fatal
pestilence, this destructive bull-dozer of thought, that was
ideologically,
deliberately sown in the hearts of billions across the ages, across the
globe.
frogmobile:
Okay Carl
panta98:Well, Carl. Then you
must have enjoyed the previous fun! Real, genuine Pandemonium Joy!!!
panta98:Proceeding
...
CarlzimC:Yep.
panta98:And this, as a kind
of historic mephistophelic revenge, exactly there where it was born as
Stoic religious State ideology, spread by Seneca, Epitectus and Marc
Aurel,
there were the pottery of the Roman Empire is still being dug out till
this very day, there I said farewell to Jahwe, Jesus Christ and the
Holy
Ghost.
Einai2000:...but
you would discover later, that the "religious inheritance" remained
still
for years... in "form" of the fourth pillar of Marxism e.g., but please
proceed
CarlzimC:We are living in the
Roman empire today.
panta98:Yes, Iris. Religion
is like "bubble gum" sticking to your pants! Carl, still: veni,
vidi,
vici!
Einai2000:Well,
then we are back to square one it seems...
panta98:Proceeding .... Of
course, I was embraced by Marx, Engels, Lenin and Trotsky; in a
revolutionary
way, spoiled by Mao, Tito, Ho Chi Minh, Patrice Lumumba, Frantz Fanon,
Che and Fidel Castro. By the way, within a few days, Fidel will pay us
a visit here in Merida. So near, as never before, and yet so far away.
panta98:My
student days in Tuebingen were simply wonderful. I enjoyed Bloch's
philosophy;
we became friends, he supported my cause, the South African
revolutionary
liberation movement. I ordered all his books, and devoured them day and
night. his "philosophy of hope" became my clarion call.
panta98:However,
the intelligence agencies , the South African ones, also the American
and
German ones, were trailing my steps -- Big Brother was watching me.
Soon
to be followed and assisted by the Stalinist, Communist and ANC
henchmen.
Again, I was not democratic enough, not communist enough!
CarlzimC:Fidel is now selling
market socialism.
panta98:Even religious market
wares!!
CarlzimC:A form of Capitalism.
panta98:Yes!
panta98:Also,
in 1963, my NLF comrades were arrested in South Africa, also Neville
Alexander,
and they were accused of "sabotage" and "terrorism". Obviously, I was
also
implicated, and a warrant of arrest was searching for me.
panta98:I
travelled across Europe, lecturing and trying to collect funds to aid
their
families and to pay for their defence. With others, we founded an
international
Alexander Defence Committee, mainly supported by the "Fourth
International",
by the Trotskyist movement.]
panta98:This
was simply too much for the establishment, to move from Jesus to
Trotsky
withina year! This no normal "human being" could accomplish; with such
fire and fervour.
panta98:July
to September, 1966, the "Socialist Workers' Party" (SWP) invited me to
a lecturing tour of Canada and the USA, from Coast to Coast, to gain
political
and financial support for the South African revolution, and to inform
the
American public about permanent world revolution.
CarlzimC:The same stuff was
happening in Soviet Russia and China - homes of th 3rd International.
panta98:Never ever did I enjoy
such publicity on a world scale, even on Robben Island my imprisoned
comrades
read about the pandemonium that I was sowing in the heart of capitalism.
panta98:Precisely
so, Carl. ... I gave dozens and dozens of lectures to all sorts of
communities,
blacks, students, women, revolutionaries, Marxists, Muslims,
Christians,
capitalists, the owner of the "Four Seasons" in New York, Robert
Wechsler,
even organized a dinner and party for me there.
panta98:All
over North America, on Radio and on TV, my forward march, approaching
the
various cities, crossing the country, was reported.
panta98:Just
to mention a few, from St. John's to Halifax, to Montreal, to Toronto,
to Calgary, Edmonton, Regina, Vancouver; from Seattle, to the Bay Area,
to Los Angeles, Boston, St. Paul-Minneapolis, Detroit, to Ithaca,
Gainesville,
to Fort Worth, Dallas, to Jacksonville, all over, I explained to North
America about "democracy" and "revolution".
panta98:Eventually,
the very United Nations, in New York, invited me to address them with
reference
to the South African Revolution.
CarlzimC:Did you meet Michael
Harrington, Bogdan Denitch, Max Shachtman, Gus Hall, Angela Davis?
panta98:Those were the days,
my friends, we thought that they would never end!!!
panta98:Every
single one of them -- I even flew with Angela Davis, the black
revolutionary
feminist, across Iceland, to New York.
CarlzimC:We lived a life we'd
choose, we thought we'd never lose...
panta98:Yes!!! You know all
the lovely songs!
panta98:This
was enough for Nazi South Africa, on my return to Germany, it refused
to
renewmy passport, and asked Germany to expel me immediately to South
Africa.
Germany was too happy to get rid of me, of a nuisance within the
student
revolts and the anti-imperialist struggle that were raging in Europe.
panta98:However,
Germany under-estimated my political popularity, and it's Foreign
Office
was bombarded with protests from all over, from all sectors of the
population.
Within 24 hours it was forced to withdraw my expulsion, and to give me
a Foreigner's Passport, allowing me to continue my university studies.
panta98:Meanwhile,
the South African government, convinced that it will soon have me in
its
death claws, already prepared my assassination.A priori, they informed
my family in South Africa, that I have died, and that I was buried
already,
and that they would present them with the respective death documents
later.
Einai2000:Freedom....
panta98:Well, how do you like
that one?
CarlzimC:Today, Angela Davis
and Pete Seeger belong to a moderate USA democratic socialist
organization.
panta98:All became moderate,
static, peaceful --- only one of them, never did? Guess who???
panta98:One
guess!
Einai2000:hmmmmm...
CarlzimC:You
panta98:Well, self-praise is
no recommendation, but it's true!
panta98:Proceeding.
...
panta98:Of
course, then I didn't know this; only when Jutta and I visited my
brother
and sister in South Africa, in 1993, did they inform us about this
horrible
news and international conspiracy.
CarlzimC:Joan Baez and The
Sting recently expressed displeasure with today's young radicals on TV
panta98:As South African
citizen,
just addressing the United Nations, attacking Apartheid, was already
high
treason, a capital crime, then punished with a minimum of ten years
hard
labour, and maximally, with the death sentence. Obviously, I became
exiled,
became a haunted "criminal".
CarlzimC:Franz, same with
dissidents
in Soviet Union, Eastern Europe and China.
panta98:Yes, we met Joan Baez
in Frankfurt, she sang for us --- I just liked one song of her's
really;
Where are all the flowers gone? ... When shall they ever learn?
panta98:proceeding
....
panta98:However,
this did not stop me from participating in the student revolts and
anti-imperialist
struggle; at the same time, I was studying and writing my Ph.D. thesis.
panta98:After
having had excellent academic teachers, like Adorno, Horkheimer,
Habermas,
Fetscher and Mandel, even Marcuse, eventually in 1970, I completed my
studies
at the Frankfurt University.
frogmobile:She
was one of my favorite singers.
panta98:Yes, Khalid, we used
to listen to her for hours on end. I had all her records in Guyana.
CarlzimC:My favorite Joan Baez
song is Un presio numero nuevo.
panta98:Proceeding ....
panta98:Thereafter
I got a lectureship at the Darmstadt Technical University, and there I
taught the future engineers about revolutionary praxis; my ideas and
theories
were published in 1974 as "Technische Intelligenz und Klassenkampf"
(The
Technical Intelligentsia and Class Struggle), also by Fischer Verlag.
frogmobile:
Yes Franz
panta98:Then I relaxed for
a while, healing my wounds, caused by the heavy onslaughts of Big
Brother.
I got married, and played with my little daughter.
panta98:I
got "nationalized", became a European, a German, an "Aryan";
transforming
oneself from a "Kaffir" to an "Aryan", something like this can only
happen
with me and Manimal!
CarlzimC:Today, the CPUSA is
an on-line - e-business.
panta98:But, I was born to
be a transcender, to excel, to undergo any historic metamorphosis.
panta98:By
1977, my marriage was broken up, and I was off to South America, in
search
for new problems and troubles.
frogmobile:There
we met!
panta98:Well, folks, till here
for today. ... Now, let's talk about what I have learnt in these 15
active,
turbulent, revolutionary years. Now, let's gaff ....
panta98:I'm
sure you liked the typical Franz' "novela"!
panta98:Yes,
Khalid, that will be Part V next week!