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Sunday, December 14, 2025

The World Wants to Advance to Socialism

"The Worker of the Future Overthrowing the Chaos of Capitalism,"A mural by Jack Hastings

Image credit: “The Worker of the Future Overthrowing the Chaos of Capitalism” (1935) fresco by Viscount Jack Hastings at the Marx Memorial Library and Workers’ School in London. Photo by Ben Sutherland via Wikipedia CommonsCreative Commons License 2.0.

Vijay Prashad is the director of Tricontinental: Institute for Social Research. Prashad’s latest books are On Cuba (with Noam Chomsky, The New Press, 2024) and The International Monetary Fund Suffocates the World (with Grieve Chelwa, Inkani Books, 2025).

The author is grateful for the immense inputs by Atilio Boron, Atul Chandra, Carlos Ron, Evgeny Morozov, Grieve Chelwa, John Bellamy Foster, Li Bo, Manolo De Los Santos, Michael Brie, Miguel Stedile, Mika Erskog, Shiran Illanperuma, Srujana Bodapati, Stephanie Weatherbee Brito, and Sudhanva Deshpande.

This essay is dedicated to the memory of Aijaz Ahmad (1941–2022), who first referred to the phrase the “intimate embrace” of liberalism and the far right.

The refashioned liberals and social democrats are back. They have positioned themselves as the saviors of the world; they act as Reason to the unreasonableness of neo-fascism. This is possible because their forebearers have collapsed in the puddle of neoliberalism and technocracy, and because their adversaries now present themselves as the howling wolves of the extreme right. The refashioned liberals and social democrats are like zombies, the reanimated corpse of a dead liberalism.1

These refashioned liberals and social democrats have a point. Their immediate predecessors had taken their liberal tradition and exhausted it in the fires of austerity and debt. From the British Labour Party to the Indian Congress Party, the old liberals and social democrats in the West and the anticolonial freedom fronts in the Global South bowed down when the Soviet Union collapsed and began to conform to four realities of their own making:

  1. That capitalism is eternal.
  2. That the neoliberal policy framework (capitalism let loose) is inevitable, even if it creates extreme inequality and does not advance social goals.
  3. That the most that can be done by us is to improve society by ameliorating certain specific social hierarchies (such as those around race, gender, and sexuality).
  4. Finally, following the poorly conceived warnings of Friedrich Hayek in The Road to Serfdom (1944), that pursuing anything more than mere amelioration is folly because it is either bound to fail or inevitably reproduce the “autocracy” and “bureaucracy”‘ of the Soviet Union.2

As the old liberals tied themselves openly to the austerity-debt agenda of neoliberal policy, they refashioned themselves as technocrats and began to style themselves as the sole arbiters of what in popular opinion was acceptable to their technocratic vision. This acceptance by liberals of the gripping pain of austerity and the rejection of its critique allowed the extreme right to cloak itself as the people’s representatives and strike a populist tone through the ugly rhetoric of anti-immigration and “anti-woke,” but marrying it with their incoherent criticisms of the economic system. The extreme right emerged largely on the coattails of liberal surrender to neoliberalism. But the extreme right has not broken with the general outlines of neoliberal policy. It replicates it alongside a harsh social agenda. Despite all the talk of economic nationalism, the extreme right does not have an original economic agenda.

The refashioned liberals and social democrats ignore the surrender of the old liberals to austerity and debt and refuse to do an accounting of the ways in which liberal technocracy laid the foundation stone for the extreme right. To position the return of liberalism as if it could save civilization from the extreme right is misleading, since this refashioned liberalism and social democracy has no different formulation about the way forward than their predecessors. Nothing from the refashioned liberals or the social democrats provides confidence that they are prepared to break the austerity-debt-finance conservatism agenda of neoliberalism. What we have is a left-sounding rhetoric and agitational sensibilities against the system, but incoherence when it comes to how to move beyond the atrocities of capitalism. Specifically, there is nothing in the form of an economic policy that addresses the gross inequality that characterized the neoliberal period. Dig deep into the political agendas and programs of the new social democrats and, amid a festival of identity politics jargon (not even taking seriously the demands for dignity in contexts of social oppression), you will be hard-pressed to find an economic agenda that restores rights or builds power for the masses. At best you will find conservative redistributive policies that attempt to rebuild a middle class that social democracy considers its real base—eschewing any ambition to represent and organize beyond it and into the working class and the peasantry who comprise the vast majority of the world’s people.

A set of slogans—for instance, technofeudalism (Yanis Varoufakis), democratic setbacks (Red Futuro), progressive capitalism (Joseph Stiglitz), rights with responsibilities (Third Way)—breed this disjointedness and offer a nostalgic sense that there was once a democratic system rooted in a perfectly competitive capitalism.3 Such a golden age did not ever exist: capitalist competition is driven toward monopolization, and to the use of state power (often with violence) to exert the will of this or that company, and to reduce the share of wealth that is distributed to society as a whole through wages and taxes, while members of the capitalist class accumulate income and wealth to themselves and amass more capital to continue their dominion.

Further, hearkening back to a “gentler” capitalism of the postwar period ignores that this model depended on the severe exploitation of labor and predatory resource extraction of the Third World—built on the backs of coups d’état and military interventions intended to suffocate the sovereignty of the postcolonial states. While workers in the Global North may have briefly enjoyed marginal stability and relative prosperity during the “Golden Age of Capitalism” (1945–1973), for workers around the globe this was not an age of prosperity. This golden age was built on the neocolonial economic structure of theft that maintained itself through imperialist coups (from Iran in 1953 to Chile in 1973) against any country in the Third World that tried to establish its sovereignty and through the refusal to allow the Third World states to implement the New International Economic Order (1974) formulations voted in by the United Nations General Assembly.4 The neocolonial system financed the golden age, and, through the operations of the International Monetary Fund and the large multinational corporations, it remains the defining system today.5 Capital continues to flow as “tribute” from the Global South to the bank accounts of bond holders in the Global North, most of whom take this liquidity and plough it into a vast financial casino rather than making large-scale industrial investments (although this does not mean that large investments are not being made in actual infrastructure by the billionaire class in areas such as Artificial Intelligence and weapons production).6

A more coherent proposal from the perspective and experience of the Global South would be to rebuild the nationalist economic agendas that were dismantled by U.S. interventionism. This, however, is sorely lacking from the vision advanced by refashioned liberals and social democrats, who have built an analysis derived from wistful nostalgia for European welfare states and the New Deal in the United States. A “return to golden age capitalism” or building a “capitalism with a human face” is an illusion that the world’s people cannot afford.7

A remarkable survey published in 2024 by the Alliance of Democracies called the Democracy Perception Index found that the majority of people questioned about the threats to democracy listed three as the main problems: concentration of income and wealth, corruption, and corporate control over political life.8 Interestingly, 79 percent of the Chinese population say that their country is democratic, much higher than in any Western country. This survey, done by a pro-Western liberal think tank, shows that the Chinese population believes that their government does more for them because it puts the needs of the vast majority ahead of the needs of the capitalists around the world. At a time when there is global interest in socialism, and with the possibilities of finding some lessons from the Chinese experience of breaking the dependency barrier, the return to “progressive capitalism” and social democratic milquetoast ideas seems misplaced. Exhausted ideas of liberal democracy and free market capitalism do not need to be reanimated by a new zombie liberalism.

Karl Marx and the History of Liberalism

The liberal tradition that was born and nourished in the Anglo-American world of ideas was formulated in the context of a struggle against the tyranny of monarchy. Anglo-American writers, such as John Locke (1632–1704), imagined a world without a monarch as sovereign but with propertied interests, referred to as “the people,” as sovereign. Locke argued that the commercial order (capitalism) emerges by the autonomous action of private persons (possessive individualists) without any explicit contract made among them. The task of the state—regardless of its character, with either a king or no king—is to guarantee the basis of private property.

This liberal tradition did not acknowledge its own limitations, such as its racist belief that the only people who could be sovereign were whites and that it was permissible for whites to exterminate the Indigenous peoples of the Americas and to enslave Africans, and its belief that private property was not in contradiction to human freedom. Locke, the ideologue of the Enclosure Movement in England that expropriated the peasantry, wrote, in his Second Treatise of Government (1689), about why the Indigenous peoples of the Americas must lose their land, drawing his justification from the Bible (Genesis, 1.28): “For I ask, whether in the wild woods and uncultivated waste of America, left to nature, without any improvement, tillage, or husbandry, a thousand acres yield the needy and wretched inhabitants as many conveniences of life, as ten acres of equally fertile land do in Devonshire, where they are well cultivated?” Locke, who was the Secretary of the Lords Proprietors of Carolina and Secretary to the Council of Trade and Plantations, made an argument that served his own interests by removing the Indigenous from the lands that he owned and at the same time allowed him the freedom to write about rights that he did not allow for Indigenous people. Not only did Locke justify the expropriation of Indigenous lands, he also was a principal figure in the development of slavery in North America, as an investor in the slave trade through his shares in the Royal African Company and as the principal author of the slave-based Carolina Constitution.9

The republican liberal traditions of the French-speaking peoples that culminated in the French Revolution in 1789 crashed down on the beaches of Haiti with the attempt at preventing the Haitian people from realizing their own republican and liberal ambitions.10 Finally, the German tradition—central to the formulation of liberal principles of law and education, through the work of people such as Immanuel Kant (1724–1804), Wilhelm von Humboldt (1767–1835), and G. W. F. Hegel (1770–1831)—could not overcome the contradictions of the detritus of the Holy Roman Empire, of Napoleon’s confederations, and the rise of Prussia. Hegel thought that Napoleon—”this soul of the world”—would destroy the old German freiherren, and on whose lands would flourish the age of liberty.11 But Napoleon both in victory and defeat failed the Enlightenment liberals, and the Junkers returned with the Hohenzollern dynasty to rule for another century. Reacting to the repressive Carlsbad Decrees of 1819, liberals participated in the continent-wide 1848 uprising, the failure of which to dislodge absolutism led to the liberals’ total disillusionment (many of them—such as Heinrich von Gagern—appealing to Prussia’s Fredrick William IV to wear a constitutional crown in 1849, while in France, Émile Ollivier became Napoleon III’s main liberal ally). Liberal republicanism rapidly faded into constitutional monarchism.

Drawing critically on the limitations of Hegel, the Young Hegelians, and the liberals, all of whom accepted some version of the monarchy, Karl Marx (1818–1883) developed his immanent critique of liberalism, rooting his critique in liberalism’s inability to go beyond the relations of private property that hemmed in its ambitions. What is central to Marx’s early writing on freedom is his acknowledgment that the advances made by the 1789 French Revolution and by liberalism were vital. Political emancipation, he wrote, is “a big step forward. True, it is not the final form of human emancipation in general, but it is the final form of human emancipation within the hitherto existing world order.”12 It is not the ideal that Marx disavows but its carriers, the liberals, who end up being so attached to the defense of private property that they become a motley crew unable to clearly advance socialist goals. Marx’s 1852 characterization of the British Whigs (the liberals who opposed monarchy and church control) is apposite:

It is evident what a distastefully heterogenous mixture the character of the British Whigs must turn out to be: Feudalists, who are at the same time Malthusians, money-mongers with feudal prejudices, aristocrats without point of honour, bourgeois without industrial activity, finality-men with progressive phrases, progressists with fanatical Conservatism, traffickers in homeopathical fractions of reforms, fosterers of family—nepotism, Grand Masters of corruption, hypocrites of religion, Tartuffes of politics.13

Some quick annotation of this remarkably efficient quote that applies to today’s liberal parties and to their social democratic intellectuals: Thomas Malthus was a reverend who believed that population growth (rather than capitalist plunder) increased starvation. Finality-men considered the English Reform Bill of 1832 to be the final step in the development of liberalism and opposed the extension of the vote any further, especially to the mass of the population. Tartuffe was a play by Molière about religious hypocrites.

In his later writings on these same themes, Marx would retain the idea of the “big step forward” and of the need to continue to push the class struggle toward “the final form of human emancipation.” In the Critique of the Gotha Programme (1875), Marx wrote that “Right can never be higher than the economic structure of society and its cultural development conditioned thereby.” A society with productive forces unable to generate sufficient surplus, and therefore with insufficient leisure and cultural institutions, would not be able by itself to constitute human emancipation. Liberal rights to property in a capitalist system, for instance, guarantees every person the “freedom to own property,” which had been restricted under precapitalist social formations, but it does not guarantee the “freedom from property,” in other words, the freedom from the tyranny imposed on the propertyless. It is only “in a higher phase of communist society” that has moved from the realm of necessity to the realm of freedom—with abundance as its characteristic—that one can grasp the social basis for freedom. “Only then,” Marx wrote in 1875, “can the narrow horizon of bourgeois right be crossed in its entirety and society inscribe on its banners: From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.” The issue of how to describe “needs” (though he described it as a “hierarchy” starting with the fulfillment of basic needs) is not relevant here.14 The important point is that Marx makes at least three decisive breaks with the earlier liberal tradition:

  1. That ideas of freedom and right cannot be disassociated from the material conditions of human life.
  2. That the institution of private property creates a cycle of exploitation and accumulation that transforms the ideas of freedom and equality into their opposites, all without violating the terms of free and equal exchange.
  3. That the realization of the ideas of freedom and right require the transcendence of private property (the social relations of capitalism) and the creation of a new “world order.”

Marx ultimately demonstrated that liberalism could not realize its values. To take these values forward would require a rupture with capitalism and the formation of a socialist society. But liberals, believing in possessive individualism, did not want to make that break.

Liberalism, nonetheless, continues as a political and philosophical tradition, but now alongside a critique that had shown its limitations. The best of liberalism, arising from the nineteenth century, understood that capitalism generated inequalities, and that the highest form of liberal politics would be to ameliorate these inequalities through social welfare programs.

Across Europe, from Otto von Bismarck’s Staatssozialismus to John Maynard Keynes’s welfare state, and then in the United States through the antitrust actions of President Franklin D. Roosevelt, grew various strands that recognized the harshness of capitalism and sought to find ways to humanize its impact on the working class. The entire field of debate and dispute about social welfare remained in a close or distant conversation with Marxism, which haunted liberalism as the clearest critique of capitalism and its social impact. Even the traditions that rejected social welfare policies (such as anti-Communist thought, from the John Birch Society in the United States to the Mont Pelerin Society in Europe) had to engage with Marxism, if only as their foil.

From the 1970s onward, however, much more confident versions of anti-Marxism emerged that abandoned social welfare policies and rejected the centrality of the Marxist critique of capitalism. The collapse of the USSR, the debt crisis in the Third World, and the business unionism of Northern unions (a process largely engineered by Washington) led this seam of thought to congeal into variants of neoconservatism and neoliberalism, two distinctly named strands that shared the break from Marxism’s critique and from the cultural centrality of social welfare.

The arrival of these discourses was helped along by the emergence of post-Marxism, which in the name of liberalism participated in the attack on Marxism and returned theory to pre-Marxism (exemplary here is the 1985 book Hegemony and Socialist Strategy by Ernesto Laclau and Chantal Mouffe, which paved the road from post-Marxism backward to liberalism).15 The rejection of the core elements of Marxism leads directly to incoherence: this form of post-Marxism celebrates struggle for the sake of struggle and offers no strategy or orientation beyond movimentismo and mobilization (as opposed to building organizations and developing a programmatic strategy). Marxism showed that the masses historically cohere around an agenda of building their own strength, and, through organization, use that strength to convert mass struggles into class struggles that focus the power of the people against the capitalists and their state emissaries in order to build a socialist society. All that is sublated by post-Marxism into the unintelligibility of “multiple” and “intersecting” struggles. The message now is do whatever you want to change the world, and something will certainly happen—there is no need to put the question of productive forces or capitalism on the agenda, or indeed for a socialist strategy that includes political parties of a vanguard form. The structural role of capital and labor is obscured by this form of political miscellany.

Revolutions Are Made in the Poorer Nations

Socialism came to us as a possibility. We imagined that the vast wealth produced by social labor could be used by society to enrich each of us. We believed that we could harness new technologies and social wealth to organize production along humane lines, to treat people with dignity and kindness, and to steward the planet rationally. That was our possible history. It remains our possibility. For hundreds of years, sensitive human beings fought to build a world in the image of freedom. Workers and peasants, ordinary people with dirt under their fingernails, threw off the cloak of humiliation put on them by the owners of land and wealth to demand something better. They formed anticolonial movements and socialist movements—movements against the terrorism of hunger and indignity. These were movements: people in motion. They did not accept the present as infinite, their position as static. They were on the move, not only toward the landlord’s house or the factory gates, but toward the future.

These movements produced the revolutions of 1911 (in China, Iran, and Mexico), the revolution of 1917 (against the Tsarist empire), the revolution of 1949 (China), the revolution of 1959 (Cuba), the revolution of 1975 (Vietnam) and many others.16 Each of these revolutions offered a promise: the world need not be organized in the image of the bourgeoisie when it could be developed around the needs of humanity. Why should the majority of the world’s people spend their lives working to build up the wealth of the few, when the purpose of life is so much richer and bolder than that? If the people from China to Cuba were able to overthrow the institutions of humiliation, then anyone could do so. That was the promise of revolutionary change.

The defeat of the German Revolution in 1919 put an end to the possibility that Europe would follow the example of the Bolsheviks and overthrow their martial capitalist regimes. Instead, the revolution prevailed in the Tsarist Empire—a technologically and industrially backward state that had colonized large parts of Asia and Europe. It was then followed by a revolution in Mongolia in 1921, around the same time that various parts of the former Tsarist Empire moved with the revolutionary wave into the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

What the October Revolution of 1917 against the Tsar revealed was that ordinary people can set aside the pretense of imperial or democratic liberalism and govern themselves through a socialist-oriented state (the idea of imperial liberalism is illustrated by Prince Dmitri Ivanovich Nekhlyudov in Leo Tolstoy’s 1899 novel Resurrection). But more than anything, the October Revolution—like the revolutions that would follow (Vietnam in 1945, China in 1949, and Cuba in 1959)—proved the axioms of V. I. Lenin (1870–1924) to be correct. These axioms (that liberalism would not be capable of revolutionary change, that colonialism had to be overcome, that revolution could take place where the productive forces had not fully developed) inspired generations of revolutionaries in the colonized world to become Leninists, and then Marxist-Leninists (which included people such as José Carlos Mariátegui, Mao Zedong, Ho Chi Minh, Kwame Nkrumah, E. M. S. Namboodiripad, and Fidel Castro).17 These general axioms of Marxist-Leninism, fundamentally built on the experience of socialist construction in the Third World, can be theorized into the following:

  1. Marxism, as it developed in the Second International (with its primary theorist being Karl Kautsky), believed that the revolutionary forces in the advanced capitalist and imperialist bloc, namely the industrial proletariat, would revolt and move history forward toward socialism. This theory did not come to life. Instead, the revolution failed in the capitalist and imperialist core. This was because of a labor aristocracy, or what Lenin defined as an “upper stratum” of the “workers turned bourgeois” in the capitalist core who allied themselves with the capitalist class. In particular, the “labour leaders,” he argued, benefited from the wages of imperialism and strongly imbibed the ideological culture of imperialist liberalism.18
  2. Instead, the revolutionary breakthroughs occurred in the semicolonies and the colonies, where the workers and peasants formed an alliance to overthrow the colonial rulers and the classes that had grown by their dependence on colonialism. The classes that ruled on behalf of the colonizers had neither the energy nor the program to lead their own society away from colonial domination, or to build a liberal agenda for self-reliance; they could not break with imperialism, only—perhaps—break with direct colonial rule.
  3. The culture in many semicolonies and colonies (particularly in Africa and Asia) had been thwarted by the refusal of the imperial powers to build modern institutions of education, health, and housing for the colonial subjects, and the culture of the colonies had not incubated a sufficient liberal patina around the institutions of the law and politics. For that reason, the worker- and peasant-controlled states did not include liberalism among their inheritance, but had to create their own ideological forms in the new society. Similar situations existed in Central America and in the Caribbean (including Colombia), where colonial forms of rule persisted despite formal independence and liberalism was fundamentally curtailed. In the Southern Cone, thinkers such as Juan Bautista Alberdi (1810–1884) in Argentina and José Victorino Lastarria (1817–1888) in Chile wrote liberal tracts but had nothing to say about the Indigenous people or of the working class and peasantry in their societies (this was, essentially, Locke three hundred years later). Their liberal theories were in direct opposition to the views of Marxists from the next generation such as Peru’s Mariátegui (1894–1930) and Venezuela’s Salvador de la Plaza (1896–1970).19
  4. Imperialism had smothered the growth of modern economic systems, including the construction of modern industry and infrastructure. The colonies had been tasked with the production of raw materials, the export of their wealth, and the import of finished goods. This meant that the new revolutionary states took charge of disarticulated dependent economies with few scientific and technical skills.

Each of the revolutionary states that emerged—from the USSR to the People’s Republic of China to the Republic of Cuba—understood this situation and these limitations perfectly well. This is precisely what most of the refashioned liberals and social democrats with left slogans do not grasp: they want to distance themselves from the actual experience of building socialism that does not occur in the capitalist core but rather in the colonial periphery, and that works to build a socialist culture against enormous odds. It is easy to dismiss the one-party state rule or to sniff at “statism” or even “authoritarianism,” easy to adopt the language of Cold War liberalism, but much harder to offer a diagnosis of why the revolutionary developments occurred in the poorer nations and why these revolutionary developments had to go in a way that does not conform to the best gestures of liberal ideology. The socialist experiments in the poorer nations had to confront immediately a list of important tasks, including the following:

To defend the revolutionary process from internal and external attack. This meant to utilize the armed forces and to arm the people, but it also meant to prevent the organization of internal counterrevolutionary forces into a bloc of resistance, using liberal discourses of “freedom” to mask their desire to return to power and to impose the undemocratic regime of property on the vast masses. These were not theoretical debates: the USSR was attacked in 1918, Cuba was blockaded beginning in 1962, and China now faces a serious imperialist buildup off its shores. Liberal states tried to suffocate them from their birth.

To address the immediate problems of the people. Hunger, poverty, and other everyday humiliations faced by the masses had to be overcome as rapidly as possible. This meant using the limited means in society in a manner that was novel to the cultures of cruelty that existed previously. It meant that the revolutionary regime would have to make decisions from the standpoint of all of society that would require certain sections of the working class to work very hard in a short period to produce sufficient goods to fulfill the needs of all of society.

To build the productive forces of the society. Colonial conditions had meant that the poorer nations had neither the infrastructure (particularly electrification and transport systems) nor the industry to produce the goods and services needed to complete the aspirations of the people. This infrastructure and industry would need science, technology, and capital—all of which had been denied to these countries, and therefore would need to be hastily produced both by international solidarity and by the express development of higher education and using raw material exports to be converted into capital for industrialization.

To create the cultural world for the masses. Building educational and cultural institutions to erase illiteracy and to build the confidence of the workers and peasants to rule their own society is a long-term project, whose difficulties should not be underestimated. In all these revolutionary experiences, the most trying part of constructing a new project is to build the clarity, confidence, and dignity of the masses to become the agents of their own history and take charge of the state project, a multifaceted entity necessary for the highly complex digital economies of our times.

The most immediate task was always the first one, particularly after the Second World War, when the technological means of attack had become more sophisticated. Imperialist coups d’état and direct military invasions had become almost normal, and interventions of one kind or the other had been conducted with impunity.

It is interesting that in a country such as Chile, which experienced a vicious imperialist overthrow of the Popular Unity government in 1973, there is so little empathy within the ranks of the refashioned liberals and social democrats, not only in the Frente Amplio but also in sections of the Communist left, with the plight of, for example, Cuba, which not only gave full-throated solidarity to the Popular Unity government between 1970 and 1973, but helped the resistance against the military coup government, and has all along—especially now—faced an illegal and deleterious blockade led by the United States. It is so easy to adopt the language of Cold War liberalism, taken from epigones of the Cold War such as Hannah Arendt, but much harder to understand the complexities of building a revolution in the poorer nations.20

The Marxist revolutions from Russia to Cuba took place in the realm of necessity, not in the realm of freedom. It was difficult for each of these new states—that ruled over regions of great poverty—to marshal the capital necessary for a leap into socialism.

One of them—Vietnam—had been bombed by the United States, including with chemical weapons, until its soil was irreparably contaminated and its infrastructure was destroyed.21 To expect a country like Vietnam to easily transition to socialism is naïve. Each of these countries had to squeeze themselves to collect resources and they made a great many errors against democracy. But these errors are born of the struggles to build socialism; they are not endemic to it. Socialism cannot be condemned because of the errors in any of these countries. Each of these countries is an experiment in a postcapitalist future. We have much to learn from each of them.

Programs of humanity followed these revolutions—projects to enhance the lives of people through universal education and universal health care, projects to make work cooperative and enriching rather than debilitating. Each of these revolutions experimented in different ways with the palate of human emotions: refusing to allow that state institutions and social life be governed by a narrow interpretation of human instinct (greed, for example, which is the emotion around which capitalism is developed). Could “care” and “solidarity” be part of the emotional landscape? Could “greed” and “hate” be ameliorated?

The Need for Clarity and Class Struggle

The current conjuncture requires a movement between two political concepts: sovereignty and dignity. These are intertwined concepts of our era, with different movements and state projects operating with relative degrees of commitment to each of them.

National sovereignty is a state-level concept referring to state projects that push against the intervention of foreign interests and seek to develop a political and economic set of policies that defend the rights and needs of their own people. For a country that has emerged from colonialism, sovereignty is a mechanism to measure how much the country has been able to exit the pressures of colonial rule and imperialist intervention.

To seek sovereignty is by itself a negative assertion, meaning that it is against imperialist intervention; the category of sovereignty itself does not describe the nature of the class relations within the country, allowing for countries to have nonsocialist paths but nonetheless sovereign paths from imperialism (Iran, for instance, is not a socialist state, but it nonetheless seeks sovereignty from the clutches of imperialism). All socialist state projects decidedly seek national sovereignty, but all sovereign seeking projects are not socialist.

Dignity is a people-level concept that refers to the idea that each person and then the social communities to which they belong as social individuals seek dignity in all aspects of their life, from a dignified everyday life (emancipation from poverty and hunger) to a dignified cultural life (celebration of their own cultural heritage as part of human culture).

The concept of dignity is widely shared across human history, from the traditions of Buddhism (everyone has Buddha nature in them) to Stoicism (dignitas or worthiness shared by all rational beings); the United Nations Declaration of Human Rights (1948) opens with the recognition of the “inherent dignity” of all “members of the human family.” But dignity is not an a priori fact of humanity (as humanism or liberalism argues); it must be produced as we exit the wretchedness of deprivation (poverty, illiteracy) and form dignified lives (as socialism argues). There is, in other words, a material force that must shape our dignity. A politics to produce dignity is a socialist politics, although others might adopt this or that element of the socialist program. There is no evidence in the world that the capitalist system can emancipate all people from a life of indignity: capitalism inherently generates forms of inequality and indignity. Therefore, all undertakings that seek dignity for all are socialist projects.

One of the most complicated aspects of our present state of the world is that while there is chaos in the North Atlantic world, there seems to be a growing sense of stability in parts of southeast and east Asia. The old imperial powers continue to insist on a world of austerity, debt, and war—ugly ideas that bring grief to billions of people, from those Palestinians who face the Israeli genocide to those who starve to death in their homes because their precarious work does not earn them enough to survive.

Meanwhile, particularly from China, the message is clear: we must work toward peace and development in order to create a shared future for humanity.22 This is a call that increasingly seems more attractive to people around the world. This is where the refashioned liberals and social democrats appear to be so cut off from reality: being accustomed to the Cold War-era liberal language of authoritarianism, they are unwilling to properly acknowledge the great gains made against all odds in places such as China and Vietnam to lift their populations out of poverty, to build new, quality productive forces, and to offer technology transfer and economic and technical collaboration for the industrialization of large parts of the Global South that had suffered from the yoke of the neocolonial structure of globalization. China and other Asian countries have not solved the problems of the world; they do not offer an “off the shelf” model for development. But they offer a stance toward the world—peace and development—that is far more attractive than that offered by the old North Atlantic states in the name of liberalism—austerity, debt, and war.

It is not as if refashioned liberals and social democrats are so eager to build mass movements and to abjure state power. They believe that state power can be won through the ballot box in liberal democracies and that this can be done by disassociating themselves fundamentally from the aim of socialism, from the history of socialism, and from the actual experience of socialist state projects. But that would be a hollow state power, because it would mean taking office without power, without building the movements and political organizations that come with a mass base that is gripped with clarity, confidence, and an appetite to realize full human dignity. The class struggle remains the central battlefront to build the dignified protagonists of the future.

The world wants to advance to socialism.

Notes

  1. ↩ The essence of the critique of the far right of a special type and of neoliberalism is drawn from Tricontinental: Institute for Social Research, The False Concept of Populism and the Challenges Facing the Left: A Conjunctural Analysis of Politics in the North Atlantic, Dossier no. 83, December 2024, and Tricontinental, Ten Theses on the Far Right of a Special Type: The Thirty-Third Newsletter (2024), August 15, 2024, thetricontinental.org.
  2. ↩ Friedrich Hayek, The Road to Serfdom (London: Routledge, 1944). On the lingering legacies of Hayek and these ideas, see Quinn Slobadian, Hayek’s Bastards: Race, Gold, IQ, and the Capitalism of the Far Right (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 2025).
  3. ↩ The most insightful critic of the entire tradition of “technofeudalism” is Evgeny Morozov, first in an early essay, “Critique of Techno-Feudal Reason,” New Left Review, no. 133/134 (January–April 2022); and more recently in “What the Techno-Feudalism Prophets Get Wrong,” Le Monde Diplomatique, August 2025, mondediplo.com. The most compelling critique of the “third way” is by Alex Callinicos, Against the Third Way: An Anti-Capitalist Critique (London: Polity, 2001). Susan Watkins cleverly calls the dominion of the “third way” of Labour’s Blairism “weightless hegemony” in “A Weightless Hegemony: New Labour’s Role in the Neo-Liberal Order,” New Left Review, no. 25 (January–February 2004).
  4. ↩ The broader story is in my book: Vijay Prashad, The Darker Nations: A People’s History of the Third World (New York: The New Press, 2007).
  5. ↩ The full story is in Grieve Chelwa and Vijay Prashad, How the International Monetary Fund Suffocates Africa (Johannesburg: Inkani Books, 2025).
  6. ↩ Fernando van der Vlist, Anne Helmond, and Fabian Ferrari, “Big AI: Cloud Infrastructure Dependence and the Industrialisation of Artificial Intelligence,” Big Data and Society 11, no. 1 (January–March 2024).
  7. ↩ Note: This essay focuses attention on attempts to resurrect liberalism and social democracy in the Global North. A future essay will deal more specifically with Global South liberalism and social democracy, which has its own range of views and particularities; in that essay, I will expand on the emergence of unique strands of social democratic politics that derive from old anticolonial political fronts, and specifically to analyze the revitalization of religious welfarism.
  8. ↩ Alliance of Democracies, Democracy Perception Index 2024 (Copenhagen: Lantana, 2024), allianceofdemocracies.org.
  9. ↩ Barbara Arneil, John Locke and America: The Defense of English Colonialism (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1996); Paul Cochran, “John Locke on Native Right, Colonial Possession, and the Concept of Vacuum domicilium,” The European Legacy: Towards New Paradigms 23, no. 3 (September 2018): 225–50; Peter Olsen, “John Locke’s Liberty Was for Whites Only,” New York Times, December 25, 1984.
  10. ↩ Michel-Rolph Trouillot, Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (Boston: Beacon Press, 1995).
  11. ↩ The term “soul of the world” comes from a letter that G. W. F. Hegel wrote to his friend Friedrich Immanuel Niethammer on October 13, 1806.
  12. ↩ Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, Collected Works (New York: International Publishers, 1975), vol. 3, 155.
  13. ↩ Marx and Engels, Collected Works, vol. 11, 331.
  14. ↩ Karl Marx and Frederick Engels, Selected Works, vol. 3 (Moscow: Progress Publishers, 1973), 19; Karl Marx, Texts on Method (Oxford: Basil Blackwell, 1975), 195.
  15. ↩ Antonio Anzaldi Pablo, Sobre Laclau y Mouffe: Para una Critica de la Razon Progresista (Buenos Aires: Editorial SB, 2023). The original book is Ernesto Laclau and Chantal Mouffe, Hegemony and Socialist Strategy: Towards a Radical Democratic Politics (London: New Left Books, 1985). The term “radical democratic politics” is indicative of the liberal strain that is then elaborated by these authors, such as in Mouffe’s Le politique et ses enjeux: Pour une démocratie plurielle (Paris: La Découverte, 1994) and in Laclau’s edited volume, The Making of Political Identities (London: Verso, 1994)—both texts seeing political identity as “discursive” and “democracy” as being a central category of their political thought. Both eventually wrote books on populism, where they argued the case for movimentismo and manifestations over organization, such as Ernesto Laclau, On Populist Reason (London: Verso, 2005) and Chantal Mouffe, For a Left Populism (London: Verso, 2018).
  16. ↩ Vijay Prashad, Red Star Over the Third World (New Delhi: LeftWord, 2017).
  17. ↩ This entire tradition will be elaborated into a book, October, which I will present in a few years.
  18. ↩ V.I. Lenin, Imperialism, the Highest Stage of Capitalism (New Delhi: LeftWord Books, 2000), 40.
  19. ↩ José Carlos Mariátegui, An Anthology (New York: Monthly Review Press, 2011).
  20. ↩ On Cold War liberalism, see Samuel Moyn, Liberalism Against Itself: Cold War Intellectuals and the Making of Our Times (New Haven: Yale University Press, 2024).
  21. ↩ The United States bombed Korea and Vietnam savagely in the name of liberalism. See Samir Amin, The Liberal Virus: Permanent War and the Americanization of the World (New York: Monthly Review Press, 2004).
  22. ↩ For a general view of the intellectual debates in China, see the regular issues of Wenhua Zongheng produced by Tricontinental: Institute for Social Research, at thetricontinental.org/wenhua-zongheng.

Saturday, July 05, 2025

"Racism and Science Fiction"
by Samuel R. Delany

From NYRSF Issue 120, August 1998. "Racism in SF" first appeared in volume form
in Darkmatter, edited by Sheree R. Thomas, Warner Books: New York, 2000.
Posted by Permission of Samuel R. Delany. Copyright © 1998 by Samuel R. Delany.


Racism for me has always appeared to be first and foremost a system, largely supported by material and economic conditions at work in a field of social traditions. Thus, though racism is always made manifest through individuals’ decisions, actions, words, and feelings, when we have the luxury of looking at it with the longer view (and we don’t, always), usually I don’t see much point in blaming people personally, white or black, for their feelings or even for their specific actions—as long as they remain this side of the criminal. These are not what stabilize the system. These are not what promote and reproduce the system. These are not the points where the most lasting changes can be introduced to alter the system.

For better or for worse, I am often spoken of as the first African-American science fiction writer. But I wear that originary label as uneasily as any writer has worn the label of science fiction itself. Among the ranks of what is often referred to as proto-science fiction, there are a number of black writers. M. P. Shiel, whose Purple Cloud and Lord of the Sea are still read, was a Creole with some African ancestry. Black leader Martin Delany (1812–1885—alas, no relation) wrote his single and highly imaginative novel, still to be found on the shelves of Barnes & Noble today, Blake, or The Huts of America (1857), about an imagined successful slave revolt in Cuba and the American South—which is about as close to an sf-style alternate history novel as you can get. Other black writers whose work certainly borders on science fiction include Sutton E. Griggs and his novel Imperio Imperium (1899) in which an African-American secret society conspires to found a separate black state by taking over Texas, and Edward Johnson, who, following Bellamy’s example in Looking Backward (1888), wrote Light Ahead for the Negro (1904), telling of a black man transported into a socialist United States in the far future. I believe I first heard Harlan Ellison make the point that we know of dozens upon dozens of early pulp writers only as names: They conducted their careers entirely by mail—in a field and during an era when pen-names were the rule rather than the exception. Among the “Remmington C. Scotts” and the “Frank P. Joneses” who litter the contents pages of the early pulps, we simply have no way of knowing if one, three, or seven or them—or even many more—were not blacks, Hispanics, women, native Americans, Asians, or whatever. Writing is like that.

Toward the end of the Harlem Renaissance, the black social critic George Schuyler (1895–1977) published an acidic satire Black No More: Being an Account of the Strange and Wonderful Workings of Science in the Land of the Free, A. D. 1933–1940 (The Macaulay Company, New York, 1931), which hinges on a three-day treatment costing fifty dollars through which black people can turn themselves white. The treatment involves “a formidable apparatus of sparkling nickel. It resembled a cross between a dentist chair and an electric chair.” The confusion this causes throughout racist America (as well as among black folks themselves) gives Schuyler a chance to satirize both white leaders and black. (Though W. E. B. Du Bois was himself lampooned by Schuyler as the aloof, money-hungry hypocrite Dr. Shakespeare Agamemnon Beard, Du Bois, in his column “The Browsing Reader” [in The Crisis, March ’31] called the novel “an extremely significant work” and “a rollicking, keen, good-natured criticism of the Negro problem in the United States” that was bound to be “abundantly misunderstood” because such was the fate of all satire.) The story follows the adventures of the dashing black Max Dasher and his sidekick Bunny, who become white and make their way through a world rendered topsy-turvy by the spreading racial ambiguity and deception. Toward the climax, the two white perpetrators of the system who have made themselves rich on the scheme are lynched by a group of whites (at a place called Happy Hill) who believe the two men are blacks in disguise. Though the term did not exist, here the “humor” becomes so “black” as to take on elements of inchoate American horror. For his scene, Schuyler simply used accounts of actual lynchings of black men at the time, with a few changes in wording:

The two men . . . were stripped naked, held down by husky and willing farm hands and their ears and genitals cut off with jackknives . . . Some wag sewed their ears to their backs and they were released to run . . . [but were immediately brought down with revolvers by the crowd] amidst the uproarious laughter of the congregation . . . [Still living, the two were bound together at a stake while] little boys and girls gaily gathered excelsior, scrap paper, twigs and small branches, while their proud parents fetched logs, boxes, kerosene . . . [Reverend McPhule said a prayer, the flames were lit, the victims screamed, and the] crowd whooped with glee and Reverend McPhule beamed with satisfaction . . . The odor of cooking meat permeated the clear, country air and many a nostril was guiltily distended . . . When the roasting was over, the more adventurous members of Rev. McPhule’s flock rushed to the stake and groped in the two bodies for skeletal souvenirs such as forefingers, toes and teeth. Proudly their pastor looked on (217–218).

Might this have been too much for the readers of Amazing and Astounding? As it does for many black folk today, such a tale, despite the ’30s pulp diction, has a special place for me. Among the family stories I grew up with, one was an account of a similar lynching of a cousin of mine from only a decade or so before the year Schuyler’s story is set. Even the racial ambiguity of Schuyler’s victims speaks to the story. A woman who looked white, my cousin was several months pregnant and traveling with her much darker husband when they were set upon by white men (because they believed the marriage was miscegenous) and lynched in a manner equally gruesome: Her husband’s body was similarly mutilated. And her child was no longer in her body when their corpses, as my father recounted the incident to me in the ’40s, were returned in a wagon to the campus of the black episcopal college where my grandparents were administrators. Hundreds on hundreds of such social murders were recorded in detail by witnesses and participants between the Civil War and the Second World War. Thousands on thousands more went unrecorded. (Billy the Kid claimed to have taken active part in a more than half a dozen such murders of “Mexicans, niggers, and injuns,” which were not even counted among his famous twenty-one adolescent killings.) But this is (just one of) the horrors from which racism arises—and where it can still all too easily go.

In 1936 and 1938, under the pen name “Samuel I. Brooks,” Schuyler had two long stories published in some 63 weekly installments in The Pittsburgh Courier, a black Pennsylvania newspaper, about a black organization, lead by a black Dr. Belsidus, who plots to take over the world—work that Schuyler considered “hokum and hack work of the purest vein.” Schuyler was known as an extreme political conservative, though the trajectory to that conservatism was very similar to Heinlein’s. (Unlike Heinlein’s, though, Schuyler’s view of science fiction was as conservative as anything about him.) Schuyler’s early socialist period was followed by a later conservatism that Schuyler himself, at least, felt in no way harbored any contradiction with his former principles, even though he joined the John Birch Society toward the start of the ’60s and wrote for its news organ American Opinion. His second Dr. Belsidus story remained unfinished, and the two were not collected in book form until 1991 (Black Empire, by George S. Schuyler, ed. by Robert A. Hill and Kent Rasmussen, Northeastern University Press, Boston), fourteen years after his death.

Since I began to publish in 1962, I have often been asked, by people of all colors, what my experience of racial prejudice in the science fiction field has been. Has it been nonexistent? By no means: It was definitely there. A child of the political protests of the ’50s and ’60s, I’ve frequently said to people who asked that question: As long as there are only one, two, or a handful of us, however, I presume in a field such as science fiction, where many of its writers come out of the liberal-Jewish tradition, prejudice will most likely remain a slight force—until, say, black writers start to number thirteen, fifteen, twenty percent of the total. At that point, where the competition might be perceived as having some economic heft, chances are we will have as much racism and prejudice here as in any other field.

We are still a long way away from such statistics.

But we are certainly moving closer.

After—briefly—being my student at the Clarion Science Fiction Writers’ Workshop, Octavia Butler entered the field with her first story, “Crossover,” in 1971 and her first novel, Patternmaster, in 1976—fourteen years after my own first novel appeared in winter of ’62. But she recounts her story with brio and insight. Everyone was very glad to see her! After several short story sales, Steven Barnes first came to general attention in 1981 with Dreampark and other collaborations with Larry Niven. Charles Saunders published his Imaro novels with DAW Books in the early ’80s. Even more recently in the collateral field of horror, Tannanarive Due has published The Between (1996) and My Soul to Keep (1997). Last year all of us except Charles were present at the first African-American Science Fiction Writers Conference sponsored by Clarke-Atlanta University. This year Toronto-based writer Nalo Hopkinson (another Clarion student whom I have the pleasure of being able to boast of as having also taught at Clarion) published her award-winning sf novel Brown Girl in the Ring (Warner, New York, 1998). Another black North American writer is Haitian-born Claude-Michel Prévost, a francophone writer who publishes out of Vancouver, British Columbia. Since people ask me regularly what examples of prejudice have I experienced in the science fiction field, I thought this might be the time to answer, then—with a tale.

With five days to go in my twenty-fourth year, on March 25, 1967, my sixth science fiction novel, Babel-17, won a Nebula Award (a tie, actually) from the Science Fiction Writers of America. That same day the first copies of my eighth, The Einstein Intersection, became available at my publishers’ office. (Because of publishing schedules, my seventh, Empire Star, had preceded the sixth into print the previous spring.) At home on my desk at the back of an apartment I shared on St. Mark’s Place, my ninth, Nova, was a little more than three months from completion.

On February 10, a month and a half before the March awards, in its partially completed state Nova had been purchased by Doubleday & Co. Three months after the awards banquet, in June, when it was done, with that first Nebula under my belt, I submitted Nova for serialization to the famous sf editor of Analog Magazine, John W. Campbell, Jr. Campbell rejected it, with a note and phone call to my agent explaining that he didn’t feel his readership would be able to relate to a black main character. That was one of my first direct encounters, as a professional writer, with the slippery and always commercialized form of liberal American prejudice: Campbell had nothing against my being black, you understand. (There reputedly exists a letter from him to horror writer Dean Koontz, from only a year or two later, in which Campbell argues in all seriousness that a technologically advanced black civilization is a social and a biological impossibility. . . .). No, perish the thought! Surely there was not a prejudiced bone in his body! It’s just that I had, by pure happenstance, chosen to write about someone whose mother was from Senegal (and whose father was from Norway), and it was the poor benighted readers, out there in America’s heartland, who, in 1967, would be too upset. . . .

It was all handled as though I’d just happened to have dressed my main character in a purple brocade dinner jacket. (In the phone call Campbell made it fairly clear that this was his only reason for rejecting the book. Otherwise, he rather liked it. . . .) Purple brocade just wasn’t big with the buyers that season. Sorry. . . .

Today if something like that happened, I would probably give the information to those people who feel it their job to make such things as widely known as possible. At the time, however, I swallowed it—a mark of both how the times, and I, have changed. I told myself I was too busy writing. The most profitable trajectory for a successful science fiction novel in those days was for an sf book to start life as a magazine serial, move on to hardcover publication, and finally be reprinted as a mass market paperback. If you were writing a novel a year (or, say, three novels every two years, which was then almost what I was averaging), that was the only way to push your annual income up, at the time, from four to five figures—and the low five figures at that. That was the point I began to realize I probably was not going to be able to make the kind of living (modest enough!) that, only a few months before, at the Awards Banquet, I’d let myself envision. The things I saw myself writing in the future, I already knew, were going to be more rather than less controversial. The percentage of purple brocade was only going to go up.

The second installment of my story here concerns the first time the word “Negro” was said to me, as a direct reference to my racial origins, by someone in the science-fiction community. Understand that, since the late ’30s, that community, that world had been largely Jewish, highly liberal, and with notable exceptions leaned well to the left. Even its right-wing mavens, Robert Heinlein or Poul Anderson (or, indeed, Campbell), would have far preferred to go to a leftist party and have a friendly argument with some smart socialists than actually to hang out with the right-wing and libertarian organizations which they may well have supported in principal and, in Heinlein’s case, with donations. April 14, 1968, a year and—perhaps—three weeks later, was the evening of the next Nebula Awards Banquet. A fortnight before, I had turned twenty-six. That year my eighth novel The Einstein Intersection (which had materialized as an object on the day of the previous year’s) and my short story, “Aye, and Gomorrah . . .” were both nominated.

In those days the Nebula banquet was a black tie affair with upwards of a hundred guests at a midtown hotel-restaurant. Quite incidentally, it was a time of upheaval and uncertainty in my personal life (which, I suspect, is tantamount to saying I was a twenty-six-year-old writer). But that evening my mother and sister and a friend, as well as my wife, were at my table. My novel won—and the presentation of the glittering Lucite trophy was followed by a discomforting speech from an eminent member of SFWA.

Perhaps you’ve heard such disgruntled talks: They begin, as did this one, “What I have to say tonight, many of you are not going to like . . .” and went on to castigate the organization for letting itself be taken in by (the phrase was, or was something very like) “pretentious literary nonsense,” unto granting it awards, and abandoning the old values of good, solid, craftsmanlike story-telling. My name was not mentioned, but it was evident I was (along with Roger Zelazny, not present) the prime target of this fusillade. It’s an odd experience, I must tell you, to accept an award from a hall full of people in tuxedos and evening gowns and then, from the same podium at which you accepted it, hear a half-hour jeremiad from an eminence gris declaring that award to be worthless and the people who voted it to you duped fools. It’s not paranoia: By count I caught more than a dozen sets of eyes sweeping between me and the speaker going on about the triviality of work such as mine and the foolishness of the hundred-plus writers who had voted for it.

As you might imagine, the applause was slight, uncomfortable, and scattered. There was more coughing and chair scraping than clapping. By the end of the speech, I was drenched with the tricklings of mortification and wondering what I’d done to deserve them. The master of ceremonies, Robert Silverberg, took the podium and said, “Well, I guess we’ve all been put in our place.” There was a bitter chuckle. And the next award was announced.

It again went to me—for my short story, “Aye, and Gomorrah . . .”. I had, by that time, forgotten it was in the running. For the second time that evening I got up and went to the podium to accept my trophy (it sits on a shelf above my desk about two feet away from me as I write), but, in dazzled embarrassment, it occurred to me as I was walking to the front of the hall that I must say something in my defense, though mistily I perceived it had best be as indirect as the attack. With my sweat soaked undershirt beneath my formal turtle-neck peeling and unpeeling from my back at each step, I took the podium and my second trophy of the evening. Into the microphone I said, as calmly as I could manage: “I write the novels and stories that I do and work on them as hard as I can to make them the best I can. That you’ve chosen to honor them—and twice in one night—is warming. Thank you.”

I received a standing ovation—though I was aware it was as much in reaction to the upbraiding of the nay-sayer as it was in support of anything I had done. I walked back down toward my seat, but as I passed one of the tables, a woman agent (not my own) who had several times written me and been supportive of my work, took my arm as I went by and pulled me down to say, “That was elegant, Chip . . . !” while the applause continued. At the same time, I felt a hand on my other sleeve—in the arm that held the Lucite block of the Nebula itself—and I turned to Isaac Asimov (whom I’d met for the first time at the banquet the year before), sitting on the other side and now pulling me toward him. With a large smile, wholly saturated with evident self-irony, he leaned toward me to say: “You know, Chip, we only voted you those awards because you’re Negro . . . !” (This was 1968; the term ‘black’ was not yet common parlance.) I smiled back (there was no possibility he had intended the remark in any way seriously—as anything other than an attempt to cut through the evening’s many tensions. . . . Still, part of me rolled my eyes silently to heaven and said: Do I really need to hear this right at this moment?) and returned to my table.

The way I read his statement then, and the way I read it today; indeed, anything else would be a historical misreading, is that Ike was trying to use a self-evidently tasteless absurdity (he was famous for them) to defuse some of the considerable anxiety in the hall that night; it is a standard male trope, needless to say. I think he was trying to say that race probably took little or no part in his or any other of the writer’s minds who had voted for me.

But such ironies cut in several directions. I don’t know whether Asimov realized he was saying this as well, but as an old historical materialist, if only as an afterthought, he must have realized that he was saying too: No one here will ever look at you, read a word your write, or consider you in any situation, no matter whether the roof is falling in or the money is pouring in, without saying to him- or herself (whether in an attempt to count it or to discount it), “Negro . . .” The racial situation, permeable as it might sometimes seem (and it is, yes, highly permeable), is nevertheless your total surround. Don’t you ever forget it . . . ! And I never have.

The fact that this particular “joke” emerged just then, at that most anxiety-torn moment, when the only-three-year-old, volatile organization of feisty science fiction writers saw itself under a virulent battering from internal conflicts over shifting aesthetic values, meant that, though the word had not yet been said to me or written about me till then (and, from then on, it was, interestingly, written regularly, though I did not in any way change my own self presentation: Judy Merril had already referred to me in print as “a handsome Negro.” James Blish would soon write of me as “a merry Negro.” I mean, can you imagine anyone at the same time writing of “a merry Jew”?), it had clearly inhered in every step and stage of my then just-six years as a professional writer.

Here the story takes a sanguine turn.

The man who’d made the speech had apparently not yet actually read my nominated novel when he wrote his talk. He had merely had it described to him by a friend, a notoriously eccentric reader, who had fulminated that the work was clearly and obviously beneath consideration as a serious science fiction novel: Each chapter began with a set of quotes from literary texts that had nothing to do with science at all! Our naysayer had gone along with this evaluation, at least as far as putting together his rubarbative speech.

When, a week or two later, he decided to read the book for himself (in case he was challenged on specifics), he found, to his surprise, he liked it—and, from what embarrassment I can only guess, became one of my staunchest and most articulate supporters, as an editor and a critic. (A lesson about reading here: Do your share, and you can save yourself and others a lot of embarrassment.) And Nova, after its Doubleday appearance in ’68 and some pretty stunning reviews, garnered what was then a record advance for an sf novel paid to date by Bantam Books (a record broken shortly thereafter), ushering in the twenty years when I could actually support myself (almost) by writing alone.

(Algis Budrys, who also had been there that evening, wrote in his January ’69 review in Galaxy, “Samuel R. Delany, right now, as of this book, Nova, not as of some future book or some accumulated body of work, is the best science fiction writer in the world, at a time when competition for that status is intense. I don’t see how a science fiction writer can do more than wring your heart while telling you how it works. No writer can. . . .” Even then I knew enough not to take such hyperbole seriously. I mention it to suggest the pressures around against which one had to keep one’s head straight—and, yes, to brag just a little. But it’s that desire to have it both ways—to realize it’s meaningless, but to take some straited pleasure nevertheless from the fact that, at least, somebody was inspired to say it—that defines the field in which the dangerous slippages in your reality picture start, slippages that lead to that monstrous and insufferable egotism so ugly in so many much-praised artists.)

But what Asimov’s quip also tells us is that, for any black artist (and you’ll forgive me if I stick to the nomenclature of my young manhood, that my friends and contemporaries, appropriating it from Dr. Du Bois, fought to set in place, breaking into libraries through the summer of ’68 and taking down the signs saying Negro Literature and replacing them with signs saying “black literature”—the small “b” on “black” is a very significant letter, an attempt to ironize and de-transcendentalize the whole concept of race, to render it provisional and contingent, a significance that many young people today, white and black, who lackadaisically capitalize it, have lost track of), the concept of race informed everything about me, so that it could surface—and did surface—precisely at those moments of highest anxiety, a manifesting brought about precisely by the white gaze, if you will, whenever it turned, discommoded for whatever reason, in my direction. Some have asked if I perceived my entrance into science fiction as a transgression.

Certainly not at the entrance point, in any way. But it’s clear from my story, I hope (and I have told many others about that fraught evening), transgression inheres, however unarticulated, in every aspect of the black writer’s career in America. That it emerged in such a charged moment is, if anything, only to be expected in such a society as ours. How could it be otherwise?

A question that I am asked nowhere near as frequently—and the recounting of tales such as the above tends to obviate and, as it were, put to sleep—is the question: If that was the first time you were aware of direct racism, when is the last time?

To live in the United States as a black man or woman, the fact is the answer to that question is rarely other than: A few hours ago, a few days, a few weeks . . . So, my hypothetical interlocutor persists, when is the last time you were aware of racism in the science fiction field per se. Well, I would have to say, last weekend I just spent attending Readercon 10, a fine and rich convention of concerned and alert people, a wonderful and stimulating convocation of high level panels and quality programming, with, this year, almost a hundred professionals, some dozen of whom were editors and the rest of whom were writers.

Hopkinson & Delany autographingIn the Dealers’ room was an Autograph Table where, throughout the convention, pairs of writers were assigned an hour each to make themselves available for book signing. The hours the writers would be at the table was part of the program. At 12:30 on Saturday I came to sit down just as Nalo Hopkinson came to join me.

Understand, on a personal level, I could not be more delighted to be signing with Nalo. She is charming, talented, and I think of her as a friend. We both enjoyed our hour together. That is not in question. After our hour was up, however, and we went and had some lunch together with her friend David, we both found ourselves more amused than not that the two black American sf writers at Readercon, out of nearly eighty professionals, had ended up at the autograph table in the same hour. Let me repeat: I don’t think you can have racism as a positive system until you have that socio-economic support suggested by that (rather arbitrary) twenty percent/eighty percent proportion. But what racism as a system does is isolate and segregate the people of one race, or group, or ethnos from another. As a system it can be fueled by chance as much as by hostility or by the best of intentions. (“I thought they would be more comfortable together. I thought they would want to be with each other . . .”) And certainly one of its strongest manifestations is as a socio-visual system in which people become used to always seeing blacks with other blacks and so—because people are used to it—being uncomfortable whenever they see blacks mixed in, at whatever proportion, with whites.

My friend of a decade’s standing, Eric Van, had charge at this year’s Readercon of the programming the coffee klatches, readings, and autograph sessions. One of the goals—facilitated by computer—was not only to assign the visiting writers to the panels they wanted to be on, but to try, when possible, not to schedule those panels when other panels the same writers wanted to hear were also scheduled. This made some tight windows. I called Eric after the con, who kindly pulled up grids and schedule sheets on his computer. “Well,” he said, “lots of writers, of course, asked to sign together. But certainly neither you nor Nalo did that. As I recall, Nalo had a particularly tight schedule. She wasn’t arriving until late Friday night. Saturday at 12:30 was pretty much the only time she could sign—so, of the two of you, she was scheduled first. When I consulted the grid, the first two names that came up who were free at the same time were you and Jonathan Lethem. You came first in the alphabet—and so I put you down. I remember looking at the two of you, you and Nalo, and saying: Well, certainly there’s nothing wrong with that pairing. But the point is, I wasn’t thinking along racial lines. I probably should have been more sensitive to the possible racial implications—”

Let me reiterate: Racism is a system. As such, it is fueled as much by chance as by hostile intentions and equally the best intentions as well. It is whatever systematically acclimates people, of all colors, to become comfortable with the isolation and segregation of the races, on a visual, social, or economic level—which in turn supports and is supported by socio-economic discrimination. Because it is a system, however, I believe personal guilt is almost never the proper response in such a situation. Certainly, personal guilt will never replace a bit of well-founded systems analysis. And one does not have to be a particularly inventive science fiction writer to see a time, when we are much closer to that 20 percent division, where we black writers all hang out together, sign our books together, have our separate tracks of programming, if we don’t have our own segregated conventions, till we just never bother to show up at yours because we make you uncomfortable and you don’t really want us; and you make us feel the same way . . .

One fact that adds its own shadowing to the discussion is the attention that has devolved on Octavia Butler since her most deserved 1995 receipt of a MacArthur “genius” award. But the interest has largely been articulated in terms of interest in “African-American Science Fiction,” whether it be among the halls of MIT, where Butler and I appeared last, or the University of Chicago, where we are scheduled to appear together in a few months. Now Butler is a gracious, intelligent, and wonderfully impressive writer. But if she were a jot less great-hearted than she is, she might very well wonder: “Why, when you invite me, do you always invite that guy, Delany?”

The fact is, while it is always a personal pleasure to appear with her, Butler and I are very different writers, interested in very different things. And because I am the one who benefits by this highly artificial generalization of the literary interest in Butler’s work into this in-many-ways-artificial interest in African-American science fiction (I’m not the one who won the MacArthur, after all), I think it’s incumbent upon me to be the one publicly to question it. And while it provides generous honoraria for us both, I think that the nature of the generalization (since we have an extraordinarily talented black woman sf writer, why don’t we generalize that interest to all black sf writers, male and female) has elements of both racism and sexism about it.

One other thing allows me to question it in this manner. When, last year, there was an African-American Science Fiction Conference at Clark-Atlanta University, where, with Steve Barnes and Tanananarive Due, Butler and I met with each other, talked and exchanged conversation and ideas, spoke and interacted with the university students and teachers and the other writers in that historic black university, all of us present had the kind of rich and lively experience that was much more likely to forge common interests and that, indeed, at a later date could easily leave shared themes in our subsequent work. This aware and vital meeting to respond specifically to black youth in Atlanta is not, however, what usually occurs at an academic presentation in a largely white University doing an evening on African-American sf. Butler and I, born and raised on opposite sides of the country, half a dozen years apart, share many of the experiences of racial exclusion and the familial and social responses to that exclusion which constitute a race. But as long a racism functions as a system, it is still fueled from aspects of the perfectly laudable desires of interested whites to observe this thing, however dubious its reality, that exists largely by means of its having been named: African-American science fiction.

To pose a comparison of some heft:

In the days of cyberpunk, I was often cited by both the writers involved and the critics writing about them as an influence. As a critic, several times I wrote about the cyberpunk writers. And Bill Gibson wrote a gracious and appreciative introduction to the 1996 reprint of my novel Dhalgren. Thus you might think that there were a fair number of reasons for me to appear on panels with those writers or to be involved in programs with them. With all the attention that has come on her in the last years, Butler has been careful (and accurate) in not claiming that I am any sort of influence on her. I have never written specifically about her work. Nor, as far as I know, has she ever mentioned me in print.

Nevertheless: Throughout all of cyberpunk’s active history, I only recall being asked to sit on one cyberpunk panel with Bill, and that was largely a media-focused event at the Kennedy Center. In the last ten years, however, I have been invited to appear with Octavia at least six times, with another appearance scheduled in a few months and a joint interview with the both of us scheduled for a national magazine. All the comparison points out is the pure and unmitigated strength of the discourse of race in our country vis-à-vis any other. In a society such as ours, the discourse of race is so involved and embraided with the discourse of racism that I would defy anyone ultimately and authoritatively to distinguish them in any absolute manner once and for all.

Well, then, how does one combat racism in science fiction, even in such a nascent form as it might be fibrillating, here and there. The best way is to build a certain social vigilance into the system—and that means into conventions such as Readercon: Certainly racism in its current and sometimes difficult form becomes a good topic for panels. Because race is a touchy subject, in situations such as the above mentioned Readercon autographing session where chance and propinquity alone threw blacks together, you simply ask: Is this all right, or are there other people that, in this case, you would rather be paired with for whatever reason—even if that reason is only for breaking up the appearance of possible racism; since the appearance of possible racism can be just as much a factor in reproducing and promoting racism as anything else: Racism is as much about accustoming people to becoming used to certain racial configurations so that they are specifically not used to others, as it is about anything else. Indeed, we have to remember that what we are combatting is called prejudice: prejudice is pre-judgment—in this case, the prejudgment that the way things just happen to fall out are “all right,” when there well may be reasons for setting them up otherwise. Editors and writers need to be alerted to the socio-economic pressure on such gathering social groups to reproduce inside a new system by the virtue of “outside pressures.” Because we still live in a racist society, the only way to combat it in any systematic way is to establish—and repeatedly revamp—anti-racist institutions and traditions. That means actively encouraging the attendance of nonwhite readers and writers at conventions. It means actively presenting nonwhite writers with a forum to discuss precisely these problems in the con programming. (It seems absurd to have to point out that racism is by no means exhausted simply by black/white differences: indeed, one might argue that it is only touched on here.) And it means encouraging dialogue among, and encouraging intermixing with, the many sorts of writers who make up the sf community.

It means supporting those traditions.

I’ve already started discussing this with Eric. I will be going on to speak about it with the next year’s programmers.

Readercon is certainly as good a place as any, not to start but to continue.