There is a generosity that is not found in any party platform: simply leaving others in peace. The true anarchist has mastered it in his sleep. And he bestows it, of all people, upon that comrade who has been raving about a world without domination for a hundred years, while simultaneously carrying a central committee in his backpack.
Should the day come when no throne remains, the red-haired idealist can breathe a sigh of relief. A mere hint of his convictions is enough, and the anarchist discreetly takes two steps back. No more bartering will be forced upon him, no more job offers will be waved before his eyes, no more wages will offend his class honor. No one will ever again offer him a sack of potatoes for his toolbox, thus plunging him into the grim servitude of voluntary handshakes. This is mercy in its purest form, bestowed without any strings attached.
Freedom is an offer, not expropriation.
For the anarchist takes seriously what the comrade merely recites: coexistence without a conductor . He forces no one, not even happiness. The communist, on the other hand, has always mapped the path to paradise the same way: first dictatorship, then liberation, liberation sometime after the labor camp.
How similar the supposed mortal enemies were in practice is discussed under " Freedom vs. Totalitarianism ." A world without domination needs no plan. The comrade, on the other hand, considers any world without a plan a mere accident.
So he's free to found his commune, distribute the potatoes according to need, and vote in plenary sessions until dawn. No one can stop him. The door is open in both directions, something never intended in any workers' paradise. The anarchist doesn't even demand gratitude from his comrade; he demands nothing at all, and that's precisely the insult the comrade will never forgive. It couldn't be more lenient—they let him do his thing and wait until the communal potato sack is empty!
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