So while in Maine, I had the chance to go to several classes with the friend I was visiting. One of these was a movie night for an African Anthropologies class. The movie covered Somali Bantu refugees who had moved to the US, and showed their struggles to make life work for them.
For me the most depressing part of the movie came when it showed one of the Somali women undergoing work training with Goodwill Industries as one of her commitments for receiving support by an NGO in the US. She is shown learning how to use a buffer during a training. She complains about her kidneys hurting after using the scrubber/buffer for 8 hours.
That was shocking. I got to thinking and all of a sudden the anarchist arguments against work and money finally made sense.
It hit me: Having shiny floors is in no way necessarily connected to having enough food to eat or having a roof over ones head or having a productive satisfying life.
What the fuck… We live in a society that has produced an abundance of food and housing. Why should some people be forced to work in irrelevant jobs which cause them pain, while others have the privilege of working in irrelevant jobs (advertising & finance for example) which bring them access to more than any one could possibly need. More than any thing this is an argument for a radical redistribution of types of labor and less of it, along with the radical realization that money isn’t just a symbol we use to make trade more efficient, but an EXCUSE for why some have less access than others.
Sigh… if only we could create more work for people, so that they could have access to food, housing and healthcare.
P.S. It also, in one fell swoop, makes the financial crisis irrelevant.