Ambling Towards Oblivion
Russell Brand, the Posh Left and the Politics of Class
by Kim Nicolini
In case you couldn’t tell, this is a drawing I did of
Russell Brand. I decided to draw him as part of my Headlines series which I am
currently working on.I seriously didn’t
know a damn thing about Brand until he was brought under my radar because of
his essay in the October 24 Issue of The New Statesman in which Brand – pop
star Katy Perry’s ex-husband, comedian, and “notorious womanizer” – talks about
ineffective government, the silencing
and apathy of the disenfranchised, and the need for revolt. What interested me
more than the Brand essay itself was the backlash that Brand and people on the
Left who support his political stance received from elite Academic Leftists and
insulated politically correct Secular Leftists. In my opinion, Brand stirring
the pot of class, activism and political agitation is even more important than
the closed circles of self-congratulatory Leftists who purport to be champions
of the under and working classes while they have never gotten their hands dirty
and refuse to see how class affects real people – not just people who are
represented as ideas in books or vehicles for propaganda.
“Ambling Toward Oblivion,” Drawing by Kim Nicolini. |
When I announced that I was going to draw Russell Brand, my
fifteen year old daughter exclaimed with undisguised disgust: “Why would you
draw Russell Brand? He’s horrible!” When I asked her why he was horrible, my
daughter said that Brand exploited Katy Perry by posting photos of her on
Twitter without her permission. In other words, my high school age kid knew a
lot more about Brand than I did, but I quickly did my research. I read his
article in the New Statesman, watched his movie Get Me To The Greek, and read
his book My Booky Wook: A Memoir of Sex, Drugs, and Stand-Up to get a sense of
who this guy is that is getting so much attention. My first assessment is that
he is a guy who came from the trenches and fought his way out with his humor
and energy. He snubs his nose at the politically correct elite, and in his
essay in the New Statesman he provides a voice that people (especially young
people) will listen to. No, he’s not going to start a revolution, but he has
stirred the pot, and motion is better than stagnancy.
Russell Brand and those who have “taken his side” have
gotten a lot of shit. Brand has especially been reamed for taking the stance of
the revolutionary while he is living high on the hog in his celebrity and
riches. However, it must be noted that Brand himself outwardly critiques his
position and asks “Who am I to talk?” Well, he is able to talk for a couple of
reasons: 1) as a pop culture icon, his voice will be heard by young people; and
2) he has come from the lower classes himself and knows what that life is like.
He is not speaking from theory but from experience. For the record, Russell
Brand – asshole, womanizer or not – did not come from privilege. He came from
the lower classes and was lucky enough to joke his way out of it. He personally
knows the struggles that the underclass face. He knows the streets, the
hopelessness, the drugs, the feeling of beaten down and not able to get out.
Let me state something else quite clearly. You cannot erase
class no matter how many swank hotel rooms you stay in. Class sticks even if
your bank account is lined with greenbacks. I know firsthand how it feels to
wear my class like a coat of anxiety. No matter how far you climb on the
cultural or economic ladder, if you come from the underclass, you never stop
feeling your inferior position. With elitist Leftists slamming you at every
turn, the anxiety is amplified to the Nth. Not only do you feel awkward and
anxious occupying a strata where you don’t feel you belong, but you get
critiqued by people who think they know more about class than you do when you
live with the burdens of your class background every day. Class manifests
itself in a person’s entire psycho-social biological being, and it is not
simply erased because one becomes successful of the surface.
It is clear from reading Brand and watching him in his
movie, that he is fully aware of the vulnerability of his position because of
his class background, so he exploits his class origins for humor in ways that
Leftists often find offensive. (e.g. The “African Child” video in Get Him to
the Greek which is an overt critique of
Hollywood centrist leftists like George Clooney, Ben Affleck et al.) Also,
Brand isn’t just funny. He is self-reflexive and serious in his humor. He
understands how his drug addiction and other “personality flaws” are connected
to class, and he uses his experience to formulate his ideas into terms that can
connect with those who are “in it” and not just outside observers.
My general position has always been that getting “the
masses” to think politically outside the box is a good thing, and popular
culture is an effective way to do that. This goes back to my early days with
Bad Subjects whose “manifesto” promotes Political Education for Everyday Life.
Academic left elitists and closed circles of politically correct secular
Leftists only preach to the choir. They rarely accomplish a damn thing except
stroking each others’ egos. Regardless of Brand’s celebrity, his words and
repurposed Marxism will reach many more people than those Posh Lefties sitting
in their ivory towers. I’m a populist at heart, and you aren’t going to reach
the populace with a lot of high fallutin’ language and discourse that no one but
your elite club can understand. Brand’s writing reads like a pop song with
punch that will get people riled and thinking.
The text I included on my drawing is cut-up text from
Brand’s New Statesman essay and reads as follows:
Ambling towards
oblivion. Whores, virtueless horses and money-grabbing dicklickers. Young
people have been marketed without the economic means to participate in the
carnival. Apathy is a rational reaction to a system that no longer represents,
hears or addresses the vast majority of people. Mechanised indifference and
inefficiency. Apathy is the biggest obstacle to change. Zeroes lining up three
wide. Planes falling from the sky. This is serious, you cunt. The devil has all
the best tunes. No obstacles to the agendas of these slow-thighed beasts.
Blithering chimps, in razor-sharp suits, with razor-sharp lines, pimped and
crimped by spin doctors and speech-writers. The feeling that you aren’t being
heard or seen or represented isn’t psychosis; it’s government policy. (Pieces
of Russell Brand, 24 October 2013)
Those words have some bang behind them. Brand is not going
to start a revolution, and he openly says as much. However, his language packs
revolutionary punch, not unlike the Beat poets but for the new millennium.
Speaking out politically in terms that the general populace can understand and
relate to has its merits. What good does analyzing Marxist theory in a closed
club of Left elitists provide for the general population on the streets? The
answer is easy. None. Brand is a pop figure speaking in a language the general
population can understand. Regardless of the opinion of well-credentialed Left
Elites or the PoshLeft as Mark Fisher (author of Capitalist Realism) refers to
them, Brand is not stupid or uninformed. He has done his homework even if it
wasn’t in the halls of higher education institutions. If you read Brand’s essay closely, he’s
wielding some pretty straightforward Marxist theory, but it’s packaged like a
pop song not a dissertation.
We live in times of great apathy and hopelessness. To quote
one of my favorite recent phrases, kids “could give a flying fuck” about a
bunch of intellectual snobs citing their source material and stroking each
other’s egos while excluding the vast majority of the population from their discussion.
For those of us with children, it is very hard to imagine a future for our
kids, and very hard for them to imagine one for themselves. Kids are not going
to listen to the PoshLeft or aging hippie activists. Sorry, it’s just not going
to happen. Idealism is well and fine, but reality is reality. Kids see a big
wall of hopelessness facing them down in their future. The voices they are
going to listen to aren’t the voices of their parents, intellectual elites, or
old school Lefty activists. What will stir them out of their numb hopeless
slumber are the voices they are familiar with — the voices of pop culture,
voices like Russell Brand, which can have tremendous ability to stir young
people out of their state of apathy and into a state of political agitation.
When the PoshLeft isn’t excluding the general population,
they get their kicks deriding people like Brand and those who are brave enough
to publicly take Brand’s side. People like me, for example. I have no doubt I
will come under fire for writing this essay. Maybe Brand has a Messiah Complex.
Maybe he is full of shit while he sits in his posh hotel and spouts
revolutionary catch phrases, but he is stirring the pot using the everyday
language of the streets. Brand agitates, and it’s better to agitate than do
nothing at all.
Brand has gotten a lot of shit for being a hypocrite and
being a known “womanizer” flying high on his celebrity. But he never denies the
hypocritical position he occupies. Brand pokes fun at himself all along the
way. When he said that he took the assignment of editor for the New Statesman
because “a pretty woman asked me,” clearly he is poking fun at himself and the
Left media’s representation of him. It is ludicrous that people take this so
seriously. Brand is obviously jibing the politically correct left who want to
place everything in terms of race and gender while excluding consideration of
class, as if somehow being a white man exempts someone from the underclass.
Identity politics are just another form of Left Elitism. So what if Russell
Brand likes women? So what if he fucks a new girl every week? Who’s to say
they’re not enjoying it to? Sex happens. Focusing on Brand’s sexual activity as
a reason to dismiss his overall message about class is just a sign of how
identity politics are part and parcel of the problem, not part of the solution.
It’s not just Brand who has been reamed by the Left, Right
and everyone in between, but more importantly Leftists who have taken Brand’s
side have been put under the gun. It’s not surprising that the PoshLeft are so
rigid and judgmental about Brand and anyone who supports Brand’s Brand of
politicizing the masses since the PoshLeft is even less tolerant on many levels
than the extreme Right. They criticize the Right Wing and they criticize any
part of the Left that does not follow the rules of their elite club. As Brand
states in his essay, “The right seeks converts and the left seeks traitors.
This moral superiority that is peculiar to the left is a great impediment to
momentum. It is also a right drag when you’re trying to enjoy a riot.”
I understand what it feels like to be against the wall and
under the firing squad of the Posh Left. I am not part of them, nor will I ever
be. I don’t fit the mold. Don’t hold the credentials. But I am as much a
populist and political champion than the best and worst of the Posh Left. I
have lived in the trenches, dug my way out, did my “book learning,” and helped
a whole hell of a lot of underclass disenfranchised people in the process. I
have been very “lucky” to gain some cultural capital that has put me on the map
in some capacity. My writing has been published in books and journals
internationally. I have articles in academic presses. I have been blessed by
recognition for what I do by many people.
But being “under the radar” of the Left Elite (whether
secular or academic) comes with a great deal of stress and tension. Class is
hardwired into you. It doesn’t go away just because you transcend your origins.
You don’t fit in with the people you came from, nor do you fit in with the
place you occupy now. There is a constant sense of inferiority that can lead to
actual physical anxiety, headaches, and nausea. Class is embodied, and it does
not just leave the body because you publish a few articles. In fact, class
tension is only amplified. I am much
more anxious and unnerved by The Left than I am by The Right as I frequently
feel literally tied in knots being under their scrutiny.
I have had to develop a pretty thick skin writing for
CounterPunch. While the very large majority of the readers support my work for
which I am grateful, there are always those left elitists who feel the need to
“set me straight.” It’s funny how many of them feel compelled to sign their
name with a “Dr” or “PhD” and include their academic position, just so they’re
sure I understand that they are somehow more equipped to pontificate on class
than I am. Who am I? I woman with an eighth grade education, who spent her teen
years getting a “street education” and who eventually got a B.A. from UC
Berkeley through sheer will and the strength to fight that I learned from my
working class origins. Still, I have spent my whole adult life working day jobs
to make ends meet while squeezing some writing out in between. Where are these
academic leftists real life class credentials, the ones they got from life in
the trenches and not the classroom?
I am the daughter of an ironworker, a child of the blue
collar working class, yet these “class theorists” – the academic Left elites
and their secular equivalents – somehow
think that they understand class so much more than me or Russell Brand, because
they have the credentials. Well they don’t understand. Their exclusionary
practices make me feel sick, furious, and invisible all at once. The Left Elite
is a society of privilege. They have had their way paved and paid, and their
self-righteous approach to class doesn’t benefit anyone but themselves.
I guess I am lucky that my working class origins instilled
in me an urgency to produce work as a way of surviving and not failing or
falling back into the hole I climbed out of. I would guess that Russell Brand
feels somewhat of the same pressure which is why he was able to “get out.” The pressure of our class origins doesn’t go
away. I’m no Russell Brand, but my hard work writing and producing for all
these years has given me some public presence as a writer and a thinker who has
gotten some recognition from the Left. Interestingly this recognition and
acknowledgment comes double-edged. On the one hand, I feel empowered that my
hard work has given me a voice that people listen to. On the other, I
constantly scrutinized by the Elite Left, and I feel self-doubt and “marked” by
the class I came from despite what cultural capital I have attained.
Interestingly, Russell Brand’s essay and the debates that
arose from it inspired me to embrace my own voice and feel empowered by my
ability to have faith in myself, rise up and say “Fuck you oppressors!” And I’m
not talking about the oppressors from the Right, but the Left Elitists who
think they are the only ones who have a right to talk about class. I’m here to
inform you that they are not. Russell Brand came from the lower classes, and
fought his way out with a sense of humor. Even if he is rich and famous now, he
has just as much right to talk about class as anyone else. And so do I. His
words matter because they are words that people can understand. So are mine.
Use the language of the people to speak to the people. Use pop culture to
change culture. Fuck fear inspired by class. Fuck fear of failure. Fuck those
who sit in their insulated clubs of privilege and criticize for the sake of
criticizing. Russell Brand’s words are
as valid as the next guy’s. They’ve got the street cred, book cred, and writing
cred to go with them. And so do mine.
Kim Nicolini is an artist, poet and cultural critic living
in Tucson, Arizona. Her writing has appeared in Bad Subjects, Punk Planet,
Souciant, La Furia Umana, and The Berkeley Poetry Review. She recently
published her first book, Mapping the Inside Out, in conjunction with a solo
gallery show by the same name. She can be reached at knicolini@gmail.com.
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