I’d want to be an anarchist but they are crazy, bomb-wielding, nihilistic, immature, crazed fanatics. Well, that is what lots of people think or are told to think. But in a talk two days ago Noam Chomsky told us otherwise:
“anarchism seeks to free labor from economic exploitation and society from ecclesiastical guardianship.”
Well, heck, I support that. Indeed, over my decades of political ponderings, I have realized that I am probably a type of anarchist. But jeez, that name. Why would I ever choose “anarchist” as an identity label with all those negative connotations?
I think lots of folks who don’t believe in any gods have wondered if they are atheists but because of negative caricatures, devilish nuances and deplorable images, they probably shivered at the thought and put the label to rest because everyone knows atheists are disgusting and immoral.
Ah words! With the right loading, they can easily stop us from thinking.
We run after words for identity. Do we do it because they identify us correctly, or because their nuances and connotations are the ones we want others to understand us through? I think you know my thoughts.
Question to readers: Any words you might have embraced if others understood them differently?