I watched ‘Woke’ fascists destroy a LifeChoice discussion desk
Those who can make us believe absurdities will make us commit atrocities’.
Its still true today. And USYD is allowing it when this happened to me.
The women screaming in my face are calling me a gender traitor, shameful, defender of nazis, andpurveyor of wrongthink. I had better just FUCKING MOVE, said an enraged counter protestor, screaming at me through a megaphone, right into my ears (lesson learned, take earplugs).
I stayed calm, which only enraged them further, Uncontrolled, unbridled, unmanaged. None of the qualities I was told created a successful environment for anyone in adult life. It was fascinating to watch, something almost akin to watching a group of people at a party who’d done drugs. Its also, realistically, the reason the conservative right is losing. We’re polite. We don’t insist. We accept. We complain. We discuss how if we just have yet another meeting we might get somewhere.
But how did this happen? I have to admit I really didn’t know how I’d stand up to unbrided vitriol, and in person it has the flavor of scalding vomit in your throat. I’ve rarely been the target of direct, determined intimidation, requiring a larger group than you, and its almost straight out of mean girls except the meanness isn’t calculated, its just brute force.
Yesterday, LifeChoice Sydney ran a pop up booth at USYD, a kind of Stephen Crowder style conversation desk designed to share belief and conversation with those who disagreed with them, and those who didn’t. It was a mix of Catholic Uni Students who are members of Life Choice, and several older people who realized, quickly, that it would get out of hand.
When I was 20, it wasn’t ok to scream in peoples faces, trash their signs, break their travel mugs and tear their signs. One of the protestors screamed into my face ‘You get what you fucking deserve.’. I don’t know if you recognize the quote, but its from the film, The Joker. He utters it as the guest of a gameshow host at the end of the film, after Gotham has been set aflame, and shoots the host in the head. Right before he gets put in the asylum.
The comparitives cannot be ignored- having people scream, unbridled, in your face as they tell you to fucking move because you’re a gender traitor is a moment of unreality, surreal in a way defined only by a comic book style alternative future- perhaps one where people have a woke score and your phone bings every time you express the correct opinion. Its the madness of crowds in full flow, gaining and ebbing in momentum. The thinking is so different to my own that I can see them laughing, madly, in a kind of Portland-esque burning, with no plan for the after, just a desire to watch the world burn.
But I also saw fear. Fear of irrelevancy. Fear of not belonging. Fear of not succeeding. “FREAK”, they screamed, voices hoarse. It was fear reflected back to you, throbbing wildly with the panic engendered by a rise in adrenaline- which I am certain they felt as much as I did. I’ve never met a group of people more afraid than the ones who screamed in my face.
Education Action Group, Socialist Alternative, Green Left, whatever you want to call them, the people and methods all rhyme to the same events- whether its anti defunding Social Justice departments or Student Council meetings. You see the same people all the time.
They quote crowing about the socialist left dominating the SRC yet again. I don’t have a problem with them having alternative politics to me. I don’t even have a problem with them being wrong (yes, my tongue is firmly in my cheek). Conservative Australia, you really need to start paying attention. You can’t afford division. They will take anyone as long as they’re ‘the right thoughts’ (vomited into my face by a girl whose face reflected painful anxiety, who was almost shaking with the desire to cut me down.)
Nothing about their ‘Womens Collective’ reflects womens wants, needs, and desires as a whole. Nothing. Their group reflect the wants of a tiny group. An anxious sector of people who desire social power and collectivism, privileged to the extreme. The tiffany necklaces, the carefully expensive vintage the Doc Martens, the private school educations. I also know you have these things off the backs of your rich often corporate employed parents, people who are sponsoring your rage now. I wonder if they know. I wonder if you’re aware many jobs have a section in your employment contract about appropriateness.
This one is interesting: I am pretty certain you don’t know what ‘fascism’ means or what ‘antifa’ actually is. This excellent piece by Jon du Toit and Steve O Rourke is absolutely worth watching if you feel the need to educate yourselves.
I wonder if you’ve considered a future at all beyond the apocalyptic societal breakdown engendered by this desperate need you feel to crush dissent. It was an incredible experience. Before this, I didn’t really know what I was doing, I didn’t know what role I was going to play. For the most part, I wanted to sit it out. Get involved politically.
But then people I knew got smeared.
Hit pieces were put out about them. I saw the rather magnificently unafraid Lauren Southern be betrayed by her friends, and have her trust splashed across the atlantic. Then I went to CPAC Australia, and saw my fellow australian conservatives struggle to work together, unless there’s money and a contract. Then I watched you abuse the incredible woman, and my friend, Dana. I watched you taunt the only streamer who goes to all kinds of protests, Chriscoveries. I know the deeply bright and unafraid Martin, an editor at The Unshackled, who had the shit beaten out of him for standing up. Dia Beltran is accused of political perfidy by the Guardian. I also realized there’s a commonality to all of us- we stand up, our faces bright on screens, websites, streams, and interviews. You know our names. You send some of us threats.
You aren’t. You go to protests and events, faces covered. Antifa have developed a pseudo uniform. You don’t put your names to these opinions, you just push as a homogenous group, infuriated and offended if someone calls you out by name. ‘NO DOXXING’ you say. ‘I don’t give you permission to film me’. While you’re able to hide, we are inherently vulnerable for our honest refusal to back down, and our insistence on putting our names to it.
And I realized I can’t do nothing. I can’t sit aside, anymore. I know there will be a personal cost to this decision, to my life and to the lives of those around me. But the future you guys want, the future you screamed at me was certain, isn’t a world I want to live in. I believe conservatives around the world can stand together. I know we have different creeds. I know some of you are religious. Some are Pro President Trump. Some of you are agnostic. Some of you treat politics like a business and think you can wait this one out.
Please. Heed my call. Go on each others streams. Co-operate. Cross blog. Go to each others events. Volunteer to hold a camera for your friends. Go to dinner. Brunch. Stop turning on each other for a soundbite. Don’t treat someone with less of a following than you like they’re a fool. Stop excusing your way out of helping each other. We can DO this.
We can move this needle in Australia, we still have time. Not much, but some.
Too often, I hear things I wish were untrue. We’re chronically protective of our audiences, time, money and platforms. How about we defend each other the way they do?
The kids who screamed in my face raised 14000 dollars in Go Fund Me funds to pay for protest fines.
There are lessons to be learned about being a group, and perhaps, in our mannered determination to create a future world worth living in, we can start doing things differently. If you want to talk about it, tweet me @thisisedwinad and lets make a change. If we don’t, we will be one against many, accused of nazism, fascism, tokenism. And when we aren’t in a group its easy to call a friendly wave a ‘sieg heil’, as their groups comments did.
If we don’t, we’ve lost already and we’re all stepping into the fire for nothing. We just become entertainers with no personal lives that don’t involve our politcs and we face down a future, indeed, where being civilized no longer matters.