The French Communist Party was holding its annual Fête de l'Humanité, a three-day bash to raise money for its daily newspaper.
"Are you a Communist?" I asked a French Territorial Army soldier standing watch on the interior of the fairgrounds.
"Why not stop calling yourself a Communist, and call yourself something else? No one is going to want to hear your ideas for improving the world if you call yourself a Communist. No one wants gulags."
"Don't you see any irony in this?" I asked a young Communist-literally, his T-shirt identified him as a member of the Young Communist Party-working the concessions stand near the concert area.
Despite the Communist kitsch, the PCF is essentially conservative-so much so that its members won't even stop calling themselves Communists.
Communists from abroad who joined the Party here are quite another story.
On Rosa Parks Avenue, the Jura Communists were serving fondue, competing with the Savoie Communists on Karl Marx Avenue, who made their fondue with Savoie tomme.
https://www.city-journal.org/paris-marxism
"Are you a Communist?" I asked a French Territorial Army soldier standing watch on the interior of the fairgrounds.
"Why not stop calling yourself a Communist, and call yourself something else? No one is going to want to hear your ideas for improving the world if you call yourself a Communist. No one wants gulags."
"Don't you see any irony in this?" I asked a young Communist-literally, his T-shirt identified him as a member of the Young Communist Party-working the concessions stand near the concert area.
Despite the Communist kitsch, the PCF is essentially conservative-so much so that its members won't even stop calling themselves Communists.
Communists from abroad who joined the Party here are quite another story.
On Rosa Parks Avenue, the Jura Communists were serving fondue, competing with the Savoie Communists on Karl Marx Avenue, who made their fondue with Savoie tomme.
https://www.city-journal.org/paris-marxism
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