As working class, migrant kids from the Western suburbs of Sydney who ‘made it’ to University we shared an experience of alienation. We carried an organic tendency towards communism as an analysis of our respective everyday experiences and thus gravitated towards ‘the Left’. Participation in the Left required physical debasement from our home suburbs, trekking into the inner city often the only way we could participate. The travel to meetings and events was long, moreover, the composition of the Left as we encountered it featured very few who shared our experience. Before long  – or sometimes sadly after much pain – we grew weary of a  ‘Left’ whose theories of change revolved around working class liberation, yet ironically operated in spaces where participants from the this very same class were alienated.

For working class kids, like us, this alienation resulted in a schizophrenia. Somewhere between derision for fellow Westies’ lack of political understanding and an inevitable internalisation of the middle class sensibilities of the Left. We were often floundering in a state of disorder and confusion. Upon reflection there always was an incongruity between our roots and a continued participation in ‘the Left’ as it stood, and perhaps still stands.

Finding ourselves some years later firmly planted within communities in Western Sydney, we both continue to recover and rehabilitate, learning from those around us. Whilst we still tend towards a shared communist history to make sense of our experience, a clarity has emerged: unequivocally the answers to a way forward to attaining that goal reside in our backyard.

For us that place is Western Sydney. This blog is written by two people communicating from suburbia, attempting to bring analysis to what we are part of and observe around us. We write about people like us, for people like us. We will share stories of resistance and analysis of struggle, and welcome contributions to the same ends. Through circulating and generalising observations we wish to contribute to the pollination of struggles which prefigure a vibrant new world in the shell of the old.

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