Welcome to the Revolution

You're going to love it.

And when you take your next breath as we enter the fifth world

there will be no X, no guidebook with words you can carry.

You will have to navigate by your mother’s voice, renew the song

she is singing.

Fresh courage glimmers from planets.

And lights the map printed with the blood of history, a map you

will have to know by your intention, by the language of suns.

- Joy Harjo, ‘A Map to the Next World’

Hello there, and welcome to the revolution.

If you’ve come here as a recent subscriber, thank you. I appreciate you! You may have seen the trash hit piece published about me in the recent edition of the Weekend Australian magazine - you know, the one where they plastered a (very staunch and beautiful) photo of me across the cover with the headline “THE NEW FACE OF HATE”.

Honestly, I couldn’t have planned it better to coincide with the launch of Write To Revolt. Thank you, Zionist losers, for amplifying the work I’m doing here. You never fail to make me look so much better than all of you.

If you haven’t yet subscribed, I would love you to do so here. I post a weekly newsletter over at Dear Clementine with a paywall. However, Write To Revolt will be open to all to read and will prioritise dispatches from the revolution, lessons from our revolutionary ancestors and - if I establish enough of a paid subscription base to do it - PAID pieces from other revolting writers.

You can also make one off donations of support here.

If you’re still reading this, it’s probably due to at least one of the following three things:

1. You care about the world and think it might be a place worth saving.

2. You believe in the power of collective action, and the inherent power you have to be part of it.

3. You’re a Murdoch and/or Zionist stooge come to monitor the words of a woman you cannot seem to shut up, no matter how hard you try.

To those in the first two categories, I’ll say this: you will never, ever regret the decision to fight for something bigger than yourself.

Many of you already know that, and have been revolting in one way or another for years. Thank you for being the teachers, leaders, visionaries, builders and helpers this world needs. I am indebted to you, as we all are and must be to those courageous giants of past and present on whose shoulders we stand, most of whom are not immortalised in statues or history books. We shouldn’t be surprised by this. The ruling class has always preferred to erase as much as much of the evidence of resistance as it can. If it cannot rewrite history to cast itself as the victor, it will do everything it can to annihilate its witnesses. Power has always claimed naming rights for itself, and used it to assert the difference between the fiction it wants to establish as truth, and the truth it wants to dismiss as fiction.

But the dream of a better tomorrow lives in us all, and the faith we place in its reality speaks a language all of its own. Does the sun need to be named in order to rise each day? No. And the moon calls without fail to tides she has only seen from a distance, who wave back in response and invite her to gaze on the remarkable golden orb she assumes must be their heart.

Some of you are only beginning to realise your remarkable power, and the role you can and must play in the revolution human beings are waging for the collective liberation of us all. The fight for justice will always have its leaders, the ones whose names the ruling class will find it harder (although not impossible) to diminish, destroy or eradicate completely. But lightening rods exist for a reason, and that’s to take the brunt of an opposing electrical force in order to protect the greater whole.

What is the greater whole in a revolution, but the people whose numbers become strength and whose strength becomes unstoppable? For every Bisan, Refaat, Randa, there are a million more rising behind them to birth the world into a new dawn. For every Greta, Ms Rachel, Francesca, there are a million more learning what it is we must leave behind in order to follow that world into the future.

Spark a match and a flame will burn. But unless the flame is held to something else - something bigger, something more robust and a system with just enough cracks in it to conceal the hot air of life - then it will come to nothing. Maybe you don’t have the resources to strike the match itself. Maybe you don’t know how. Maybe the thought of holding a flame that close to you scares you. That’s okay.

If you can’t be the spark itself, be the hot air of life in the cracks that helps the fire to get through.

Source: The Guardian

The system is collapsing. The fire is raging, and there’s very little the ruling class can do now to put it out. Maybe you came to the bonfire bearing a flag for Palestine, but Palestine as we know is freeing us from all systems of tyranny.

More flotillas will sail to Gaza.

A convoy of thousands is travelling from Tunisia to the Rafah border in an attempt to breach Israel’s illegal blockade of Gaza and deliver food to the Palestinians the US backed Israel is starving in their mass concentration camp.

People are rioting against fascism and persecution in the colony known as the United States.

In the colony known as Australia, from the unceded sovereign land of the Gunditjmara people to the unceded sovereign land of the Wurundjeri people, the Walk for Truth is underway, led by First Nations people engaged in the practice of truth-telling for the purpose of collectively moving towards justice and freedom for us all.

Be the hot air that helps the fire pass through the cracks.

Because the fire has spread, and it will take out everything and everyone who tries to stand in its way. That’s not a threat. It’s a promise. I know it can be scary. But the time for being scared is over. It’s time to be revolting instead.

And I’ll let you in on a little secret - the more revolting you are, the more powerful your resistance becomes.

I’ve spent years being vilified by the inhumane, pathetic little toads who do the bidding of Daddy Murdoch in this country, all of which prepared me for the laughable pantomime of fabricated victimhood that’s come from the Zionist lobby in the last eighteen months. I know they’ll be reading this now, adding highlighted parts to the sad little dossiers they share amongst themselves at their weekly “wanting Israel to stop killing babies is antisemitic” pity parties. Somewhere in a oubliette made out of the remnants of their former integrity, a person who calls themselves a journalist for the Daily Mail is drafting a request for comment to send to my email.

So what exactly does the “new face of hate in Australia” have to say to them, and anyone still trying to take me down?

Only this.

You are going to need a bigger boat, you motherfuckers.

In flames and fury,

Clementine x