There are cracks in the capitalist hegemony. And the life that grows there is both fragile and resilient, like a dandelion, both common and mysterious. It is irreducible to mathematical formulae or objectifying language. It is uncontrollable, wild. It is ubiquitous, and yet practically invisible to capitalist eyes. These cracks are the spaces which emerges when two or more people connect and form a relationship free from exploitation and domination.

"I was amazed how a BLM protest could end up creating the conditions for a counter-protest and possibly even politicizing a group of people who may have never engaged in a political demonstration otherwise. While everyone was congratulating me on a great event, I was privately wondering if the most significant impact we had was to energize and mobilize people on the opposite side who might otherwise have stayed home. That was the last demonstration I organized. Ever since then, I’ve been trying to make sense of what happened."

This is the lesson I learned after having my work co-opted by fascists: It’s not enough to articulate a critique of capitalism—as I did in my article about distributism. If we do not also clearly distinguish ourselves from the fascists, then we will end up losing the debate to both.

The anti-maskers pitching fits at grocery stores are experiencing, first hand, the tragedy of the private.

In this interview, Federici elaborates on how this ongoing transformation of the body extends inward just as much outward. Our modern conception of the “self” is, without a doubt, impoverished, but as her book titled suggests, reconnecting with what lies beyond the periphery of the skin is essential in reclaiming what was lost on this long and violent path to our present moment, with all its beautiful acts of solidarity and resistance, to the ongoing brutal repression of human and more-than-human life in all its forms.

While the master position presents debt as liberating — one can invest the money wisely, pay for education, strive to make a living — it is the ultimate mechanism of economic slavery.

“The film is asking us to come to terms with some difficult realities which we have yet to face: namely, that sustaining our infinite growth, industrial civilization on renewables is neither desirable nor possible, yet that is exactly what green capitalists are intent on pursuing.”

The cultural impact of ultra-processed foods is “a consequence of the desire to consume more and more as to create the sensation of belonging to a more modern and superior culture." With this, late stage capitalism has changed the concept of poverty and hunger.

The status Q needs that middle-class to believe that the system works for them.

When the rich and our politicians let us down, we only have each other to rely upon to get through the dark times.

“Stop being Indigenous, start being a worker.”

Human civilization is a fire. It’s been burning since we’ve been human. And the human story is not a straight line, but a circle, a great ring of fire.

“Cultural Marxism,” that neat conspiracy theory that aims to ridicule anyone who isn’t convinced today’s “World Economy” is an organic and beautiful expression of human nature.

Mapping the roots of Brazil’s most notorious red light district from the Byzantine Empire and WW1.

Loneliness & Capitalism is a journey into Angie Speaks' head as her emotions attempt to grapple with the reality of Isolation and Capitalism.

We see it time and time again. Hipster foods that make poor brown people starve because they can no longer afford a food that was once their staple; or crops that are grown for cattle to satisfy our demand for ever cheaper meat instead of to feed those people who grow them. It’s not those folks who benefit from this supposed growth. It is not you or I.

This trashcan is called Peace.

None of this is new, deforestation by the livestock industry dates back to the 1960s. Still, it's good to learn from today's tragedy. More effective than voting is to not support the industries responsible.

The Crackland in Rio— Portraits of people from the drug scene in the favela Maré.

If for our Government weapons are more important than schools, perhaps choosing a gun over a book isn’t a matter of choice, but of survival.