Progressives, we red guards did the same things in cultural revolution
For anyone having lived during and survived Cultural Revolution in China from 1963-1973, the parallel between the woke movement and that horrendous, traumatic experience is uncanny and terrifying. In fact “The American Cultural Revolution” (美国文革) is a common phrase among first-generation Chinese American immigrants, and self-explanatory in China, to describe the woke movement.
I’m presenting some of my experiences here. You see the similarities yourself.
First, we started with identity politics. The good guys were the factory workers, peasants, the common folks. The bad guys were The Black Five (no, the “Black” there is as racial as the black in black holes or as misogynistic as the male in math), the land owners, the privileged, the rich, the elite, the right-wingers (which, for clarity, means somewhat different things from the term in the US today).
But sometimes things get confusing. My dad was from a dirt-poor peasant family, fantastic. But my mom’s dad had his own private school and owned a big pocket of land, goddamn. So I was like a white trans gay male. Am I privileged or am I oppressed? That was difficult to parse.
Fringey me aside, the line is drawn. Life is simple. Even idiots know what to do. We drag the bad guys into the shithole we good guys have been delegated to. It feels soooo goood watching formerly privileged douchebags forcing the shitty food we’re used to down their privileged little throats, ha!
Political Correctness, the literal translation of 政治正确, is paramount.
We start by cleansing history. We burn books and cleanse all texts/records of Politically Incorrect thoughts. We start with the obvious, Confucianist and Buddhist shit. We smash statues and tear down temples. We demand repatriation from the elites. Pay-back is a bitch, bitches!
That didn’t take long, with millions of little red guards freed from the tyranny of education, looking for shit to smash. But what’d we do next? The revolution must go on, bro!
So we find the next most bad thing — it’s a simple but effective algorithm that guarantees you never run out of shit to smash, lastly yourself if necessary. Traditional literature & arts (full of Political Incorrectness, it’s too easy), western literature & arts (the source of all evil), feminine clothing and make-up, any symbolism that could possibly be interpreted as class oppression, capitalism or misogyny, which is of course everything. All the better, guaranteed perpetual fun!
Before long it becomes clear that we must face our family. We question, debate, and report if necessary our elders, our favorite aunts and neighbors. My dad told me I must read history about Confucius when I was five. That doesn’t sound very progressive (literal translation of 进步). So I brought that up casually one day. It’s priceless watching him turn pale. Here’s for all the disciplinary actions you old fart!
Finally, as a matter of logical inevitability, we must cleanse ourselves. At the end of every semester we take turn standing up in front of the class and confess our past sins and thoughts of Political Incorrectness. I apologize to some peasant kids for feeling smug when they came to me asking for help with homework. First I said I was not an elitist but… Then I was instructed that was just whitewashing (洗白). So, yes, I was a fucking elitist, no mansplaining (that’s not a literal translation), I was a pig, I’m deeply sorry. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to be sorry for, but say so I must. It’s important.
Because of my tainted, privileged background from my maternal grandparents (although they had passed away when my mom was little and left her to be raised by her brothers and sisters but I’m mansplaining again, apologize etc), I must go the extra mile or two to perform constant virtue signaling since I know I could never be as good and pure as the proper proletarians.
So I go out and do things the proper proletarians stopped doing themselves. I go pick up bullshit (technically water buffalo manure) and dogshit to put in rice paddies to virtue-signal my self-awareness and desire for redemption. I keep a keen eye out for Politically Incorrect acts and speech. I bravely question my teachers when they mention anything in history. I tweet (大字报, posters, Chinese twitter of the time) the fact that my PhysEd teacher would stand idly under the shade as we students do push-ups under tyrannical Sun (HELLO? Elitism and privilege much?). I question the curriculum on second-order algebraic equations — what does that have to do with our proletariat life and why are we forced to learn these oppressive troupe?
So you see, kids, your profoundly righteous ideas are in fact the same stupid intestinal discharge, the watery variety, that have been spread around and ruined hundreds of millions of people’s lives. Hopefully one day you’ll grow up and regret the arrogance and stupidity of your youth. But I no longer have a life to be ruined by ignorant fools. I didn’t come all the way here to go through the same stupid shit again, and especially not to let my kids go through the same stupid shit.
(I tried to post this in r/progressive, r/uspolitics, r/politics, r/PoliticalDiscussion, etc. All got instantly deleted, and “permanently banned” from r/progressive. Geez, I survived on Weibo for 8 years before I got “permanently banned” there, all the while posting all kinds of politically incorrect things including criticism against CCP, the gov, and the culture. USA is once again the undisputed leader of the free world!
I think it’s important for more people to know of such history so here I go.)
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