Once a month my phone sends me several push notifications. They’re for my predetermined buy orders. These alerts are a bit different from other ones I get, these alerts have the name of my daughter on them. It’s her account. I look at it. It has a decent chunk of cash. Not life changing right now, but more than I had to my name until I was almost 30. She’s still a toddler. God willing she will have a better life than mine (I haven’t had too terrible of a life).
Her fortune is of course not random. Neither is the construction of the house built before she was born.
An under-discussed aspect of society’s atomization is viewing one’s self as separate from the society that they were born from. They don’t view their lineage as an unbroken chain, something they’re apart of, they view themselves as units assigned to a place at random. As if their will is the only relevant factor, and because their will was not involved in what came before, what came before is separate, it’s random.
It’s also a great tool for the revolutionary. To emancipate himself from the past, from his society. It’s a necessary step towards the othering of a thing they wish to destroy. Society, home, culture, nation things that are ours become enemies.
“They’re the reason I am a failure in life. If society were truly just he wouldn’t be a success and I wouldn’t be a failure.”
It’s the heart of all revolutionary politics. It’s being mad your parents weren’t better. That they didn’t set you up for a better life. That your ancestors didn’t set up a better society. And in the blame, the alienation cuts off their own responsibility to build a better life for their children. Instead they want to watch it all burn, what do they care, it’s all just random.