Naturally occurring communities don’t need the state to babysit them. They benefit from less taxation so they can better serve their members. In the past, communities in Midwest even sent aid to other regions of America during disasters. In such communities, people practice mutual aid that does not always register in the books.
Things change when a town turns into a suburb of a bigger city, attracts new people, both the very rich and underclass. Historically, a big boss that owned a factory that provided employment for the whole town would gladly bring in people from the outside if they would agree to work for less. This is where unions were useful. Landlords benefit from the sprawl because more people compete for real estate. When governments align with those who benefit from the expansion, many native people become lower class citizens in their own hometown.
Local citizens who do not immediately benefit from an increase in population begin to experience more competition as they are being priced out and undercut. Socialist sentiments grow with envy. More people want to force those who are wealthier to share with them. Democrats thrive on redistribution as their electorate largely consists of those who depend on handouts and those who distribute the handouts, often receiving executive salaries. This is why Democrats thrive in big cities.
How to raise communists.
Growing up in an alienating plastic suburb, I did not feel that I was a part of the Frederick community. Our cardboard box was surrounded by other boxes, enveloped in someone else’s private property: America is a beautiful country, yet one is confined to their little rectangle of living space. A child depends on parents for all transportation. Therefore, many people grow up in their own secluded little hells.
I still believe that with all the surplus that America enjoys, it has built an unhealthy infrastructure. This is in part due to laziness yet mostly due to professional and trade monopolies molding America into what makes them money. The experience of childhood was nicely packaged away as it is not very profitable and requires a lot of space, if done the right way. And then we wonder why men fail to grow up manly, why we have childhood obesity and so many suicides among teenagers.
When I worked as a mechanic for $12 per hour while experiencing severe chronic pain, I could not earn enough money for my own room in a cardboard box. Does this sound like a good environment for someone to become a communist? Back then I could only think of “more welfare”. Many other children of Frederick who became socialists had similar stories: we realized that we can never earn as much as our parents. Every man must conquer his place under the Sun and he usually aligns with a greater force to do so.
Presently, I approach the most organized and patriotically oriented part of our society: do you want a healthy nation? Would you like to keep left sentiments to a minimum? Would you like to raise healthy children?
There are many contributors to alienation that make Frederick a “big city”. Yet what happens with the historic population that lives here? Does it become the heart and the soul of the community or does it get driven out like Indians into the hills by high rent; become swapped for the newly arrived people, be it the cheap labor force or highest-paying consumers with government jobs in DC?
Residents of Frederick became very disposable. If mercantile relations and consumption are the only forces that hold a society together, if everyone is to fend for themselves, socialism will attract those who are not favored by such relationships: left will advertise the biggest collective for the ostracized, the largest umbrella for the exiled.
It is natural for people to lose themselves to find themselves. If being a Frederick citizen is only defined by one’s ability to afford rent in Frederick, what makes Frederick a community?
What other values can define who is an insider and who is an outsider to a community, in our nihilistic times?
Someone is a native of Frederick and they fall through the cracks, how different would their fate be from a vagabond who stands in the same line at the soup kitchen?
In general, what distinguishes a citizen from someone who recently arrived here because the grass is greener?
Do we all get to stand in the same line and wait for the mercy of the State?
To be continued.