“Like I was involved with socialist politics for a while, but, like when I went to protests or whatever I felt really embarrassed. Like being surrounded by college kids saying things like, ‘we’re the vanguard of the working class.’ I don’t think there will be a socialist revolution.”
This was the first time I had admitted that to anyone, including myself.
“I don’t think there will be either. When I think about leftists I know, like my friend who is pushing me to write a book, I think about how privileged he is…like he says things like, ‘I didn’t go to an ivy league, I went to the University of Maryland’, like that means something.”
“Are you talking about Malcolm Harris?” He was another writer who wrote in the same places as Adrien Brody whose articles I read sometimes, who I knew enough about to recognize that he was talking about him.
“Yes, Malcolm Harris.”
I gasped. “He’s only twenty two, right? He’s so smart!”
“He’s a pretty smart guy.”
He went on to talk more about Malcolm Harris, and how aggressive and self-promoting he was, and how seriously he took himself. “But I guess that’s what you have to do to succeed…”
“What if Malcolm Harris led the revolution?” I asked.
“Then…there would be no mercy,” he said.
— Marie Calloway, “Adrien Brody”
I’ve held my tongue about this, but considering that the State of New York subpoenaed Twitter for 3 months of information regarding Malcolm Harris’ account on Thursday, I figured there was some cause to point and gesture.
