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May 1, 2026 - May Day in Havana, Cuba. [video]
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May 1, 2026 - May Day in Havana, Cuba. [video]
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Abdul Rahman al-Muzain, “The Revolution is a Weapon and a Worker's Arm,” 1979.
"May 1st, Everyone to the Streets! For a Revolutionary Perspective"
Huge May Day banner-drop in Zurich, Switzerland
Happy May Day, Comrades! [link]
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May 1, 2026 - International Workers' Day across the world! From Lahore to Havana, and Quito to Delhi, workers took to the street in defense of their rights and against right-wing and imperialist attacks! [video]
It hurts me deeply that my sisters are failing to teach their children to respect other animals. It is, of course, a consequence of their own speciesism.
It hurts me deeply that my family will never understand how much pain that causes me. That my upset goes deeper than the particular situation that triggered it in the first place.
It hurts me deeply that they will always think I am oversensitive and dramatic. That they will never recognise my insistence in standing my ground for what it is: a consistency in my ethical beliefs.
It hurts me deeply that there is an impassable gulf between us that only seems to widen as the days, weeks, months, years go by. That I feel more alien every day, more separated, more alone.
It hurts. Deeply. All the time.