Stockholm in August 1968. A protest against Soviet's invasion of Czechoslovakia.
Photo: Hans Sandberg
The year 1968 took us by storm, especially if you were a teenager. We had been awaken to the world's unfairness and now change was in the air. We followed the news about the Vietnam War, the May Revolt in Paris, Black protest movements in the USA, and the invasion of Czechoslovakia. And we took to the streets to protest.
We were born-again even though we didn't believe in God. I had lost my childhood faith when I was eight years old. I cursed God and hid under my pillow, but nothing happened. That's how easy it was to see through the supernatural, but it was different with the Jesus, the human. I remember saying prayers, singing psalms in the morning and thanking God for the food at lunch time in elementary school.
We had an illustrated blue textbook in second or third grade that told of the twelve-year-old Jesus who debated the learned at the temple and how he as an adult fed the poor when
the fishermen came in with their catch. Maybe most of all, I remember how he cast out the merchants
from the temple.
The step from Jesus to Marx was not as long as one
might think. This maybe even harder to understand here in the USA, where
religious sects and churches had grown through competition with other beliefs
or interpretations. Christianity was the largest faith in this diverse
religious marketplace, but it came to be dominated by a branch that drew narrow
circles around the groups that were to be included in the “brotherly love." It was a
Christianity that took part in, or closed its eyes to, the genocide of the native population, to the slavery, the oppression of women, racism and lynchings, exploitation, and imperialist wars. It’s
true that there were other branches who fought against slavery and for
equality, both before and after Martin Luther King Jr., but the loudest branch
was the one that today takes Trump as its savior.
We who were awakened in the years around 1968 actually had
a lot in common with the early Christian church and later popular awakenings.
The Christian socialist and theologian David Bentley Hart recently raised the question of whether the first Christians
were not in fact communists. They sold their property and shared their
wealth so that everybody had what they needed. The rest was owned
collectively. They loathed private property, which to many modern believers are
more important than the Golden Rule.
“The
great John Chrysostom frequently issued pronouncements on wealth and poverty
that make Karl Marx and Mikhail Bakunin sound like timid conservatives.
According to him, there is but one human estate, belonging to all, and those
who keep any more of it for themselves than barest necessity dictates are brigands
and apostates from the true Christian enterprise of charity.”
(Are
Christians Supposed to Be Communists?, David Bentley Hart, New York Times, November 4,
2017)
Marx may not have been as radical as Chrysostom,
but he shared the first Christians' dream of an equal society. He borrowed words from the New
Testament when he in 1875 wrote that the society of the future would “inscribe on its banners: From
each according to his ability, to each according to his needs!”
Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence that we let our hair grow long and walked
in Jesus sandals. The world I grew up in had taken shape after
the second World War and its moral foundation had cracked in the shadow of the
Vietnam war and 1968. This raised questions that the old generation and society
could not answer, fundamental questions that were particularly challenging for
us youths.
Mark Lilla, an American
author and professor, wrote about the process in a personal essay in 2005. He
had grown up as a Catholic in Detroit during the 1960s and turned atheist at
thirteen only to discover the Bible after having attended a Christian rock
concert. He found faith after a night reading the New Testament and soon found
himself among a group of born-again Christians.
“This
group was my substitute family throughout high school in the early 70's. I
spent most nights with them, at prayer meetings, or guitar practice, or just
sitting around on the shag carpeting of their living rooms, Bibles open on our
laps. Ours was a rolling theological seminar devoted to interpreting the
biblical message, and an open psychotherapy session where we helped each other
adjust to being born again.”
(Getting
Religion, Mark Lilla, New York Times, Sunday Magazine,
September 18, 2005)
He described how the Bible became his only path at age fourteen.
“Then
I discovered the strange new world of the Bible. That discovery might have led
me to other books, but there was no one to guide me onto that path. So the
Bible became my only portal into the realm of ideas — ideas about morality,
justice, cosmology, psychology, eschatology, mortality. The Bible posed all the
important questions, questions that were vaguely forming in my adolescent mind,
but that now took on shape and contour. And, of course, it answered those
questions.” (ibid)
For
us young revolutionaries The
Capital was our Bible
and Mao’s Little
Red Book our Small
Catechism. We too sat around in circles with the books that explained
everything in our laps. Lilla wrote that “all teenagers are dogmatists; a teenager with a Bible
is simply a more intense teenager” and related how he would wander around in
his school with a Bible at the ready, looking for sin and spiritual degeneracy,
thinking that he did his victims a favor. I used to walk around with Mao’s
Little Red Book at the ready, looking for bourgeois ideas.
Over time our passions ossified around Mao’s version of Marxism-Leninism.
It became our canon and Beijing became our Jerusalem, just as Mecca, Paris,
Washington, and Moscow had been to earlier generations.
It was relatively easy to keep the faith when Mao
was alive. He was like a living God who hadn’t hesitated to send a flood against the party he had
founded, but ten years into the Cultural Revolution, we began to receive
conflicting signals from the Middle Kingdom and Mao’s meeting with Nixon was
followed by the Theory of the Three Worlds, which replaced the revolutionary
class struggle with an international alliance against the two superpowers.
Reactionaries and brutal dictators were now seen as allied in the struggle
against the Soviet social imperialism. And when Deng Xiaoping had established
himself as China’s leader a year after Mao’s death, the course shifted even
more radically. China’s peasants were allowed to sell their surplus on free
markets and foreign companies were welcomed to Special Economic Zones.
And as if that was not enough, Vietnam invaded
Kampuchea at the end of 1978 and installed a puppet regime which led China to
invade Vietnam in February 1979. Deng said that China wanted to “teach Vietnam a lesson.”
We didn’t immediately understand it, but it was the beginning
of the end of Maoism. At first, we tried to patch-up our broken faith, but
every time we thought we had the pieces right, the puzzle fell apart again.
Everything was now open to debate. We had preached that wars were caused by capitalism and
imperialism, but how could you then explain what was happening in IndoChina?
And if Mao’s Cultural Revolution had not been able to prevent the corruption of
socialism — was there any guarantee at all? We were convinced that the
dictatorship of the proletariat was a democracy for the people and a temporary
dictatorship over the former oppressors, but had not the people been oppressed
during the Cultural Revolution?
To a seventeen-year-old it was easy to live for the
revolution. It felt meaningful to attend meetings, sell magazines, and lead
study circles. The tiredness you felt when you came home from a long work session was not the tiredness of a wage slave, but the proud tiredness
of a fighter. What others took as unselfish sacrifices was for the believer a pleasant
duty. But when doubt set in, the many meetings and heavy tasks began to feel
like sacrifices, colliding with other interests.
“…the
spell that transformed costs into benefits will be broken and the more usual
kind of cost accounting will reassert itself. … As a result, the citizen will
feel that he has vastly and unnecessarily overextended himself into the public
domain and that a ruthless cutting down is in order.”
(Albert O. Hirschman, Shifting
Involvements, 1982, p 126)
We had however invested so much in the revolutionary
struggle that our first reaction was to persist and push harder than ever. And
if a comrade slacked, the rest of us would step in. We read and debated even
more in search of the correct analysis of the situation and the right path
forward. We spent almost all our time at meetings and campaigns, why we didn’t see much of our families, friends or partners.
A decennium had passed since 1968, and the revolution we had dreamt of never came. The cultural revolutions and protest movements of the 1960s had been followed by a reaction that gave us Reagan and Thatcher.
Instead of saving the world, it was now about investing in yourself.
We tried to hold on to our faith as long as possible, but in the end you could not escape reality.
Some switched side and became conservative, many became social democrats, while others tried to deal with their disappointment. Yet others came to wrestle with understanding what had happened.
Posters in Stockholm. Photo: Hans Sandberg, 1969.