ADDITIONAL STORY TIME A long time ago in a galaxy far away (like 1965), my grandfather, young, fit, and with hippie ideals, hitchhiked across Europe to Israel to join the Israeli Kibbutz (one of the best working models of communism today). Hed travelled across most of Europe as a musician, primarily (stage name Brother McBrody), but really, what he wanted to do was settle down and take down the capitalist establishment. My grandmother was a wealthy New York princess, raised by her stepparents after her mother died. She was one of the popular girls in her grade, she went to a private school, she had a driver, the works. But she harboured evil socialist ideals (her mother was a proud member of the communist party and also my namesake), and she was neglected at home, so she bullied her stepparents into giving their consent and took a boat across the Atlantic Ocean to Israel, to become a social worker. One day, my grandmother was out with her friend at the market, when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned around, looked up, and saw... A six-foot, blond, blue-eyed Englishman amongst a sea of short Israeli men. Which, to be honest, was kind of unexpected. He asked for directions, and she gave them, and the hit it off and somewhere between hey, where is this and so, uh, Ill see you around, they hit it off. By 1968, theyd moved to England, my grandmother was pregnant with my mother, and theyd started a commune with some friends of theirs, ONE OF WHOM was the mother of our dearest Jessica Hynes. They went to protests, started rallies, handed out newsletters, and were beatnik hippie communist scum together, fighting the regime one political protest at a time. They were more politically active than most members of the hippie movement, though, and my grandmother gripes for /hours/ if I call her a hippie. AND THERE YOU HAVE IT. It reads like some kind of weird novel or movie written with vaguely exotified and racist undertones, right? ~Moony
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 03:14:22 +0000