Socialism, programs, income tax aid the concentration of wealth, billionaires, easily eliminated by a just wage.

Elm Street

Elm Street has lingered in my mind for as long as I can remember. I can’t recall when it got planted there. After having it in my thoughts for years, rekindled every so often by my mother’s interjections “they’re from Elm Street” about Italians whose origins she knew of, I recently learned that Elm Street riding West from Yonge Street to University Avenue was part of a ghetto-like district known as the Ward where various groups of immigrants had settled since the Victorian era. Till I learned of the Ward I knew only my mother’s reminders without which I don’t think I’d ever have known there was an Elm Street, an Italian immigrant locale other than my father’s Grace and Dundas little Italy, I’d simply have known that Barbarian’s Steak house was off Yonge Street somewhere between Gerard and Dundas, maybe near the Gerard Street village where I used to wander from the old Yorkville village when I’d begun playing drums on “the strip”. In time, through recollections like frames in an old film played backwards, I’ve begun to recall events that were linked by Elm Street which had for years been simply isolated incidents separately memorable but with nothing in common. Now I know that they all touched Elm Street.

My first memory is of a time when I was still young enough to be driven around by my father who once drove to a Victorian style building still standing wrapped in a kind of semicircle round the south west corner of Elm and Bay, just up from the bus depot. I sat in the car and waited until he returned from meeting his brother-in-law, my uncle Tony eventually proprietor of a show club, in that building that probably functioned as a restaurant. Then there was the time years after when Mr. Dave Cooper owner on the Zanzibar insisted on showing me his brand new bar Davy C’s wrapped around the south east corner of Elm and Bay, now a chicken product eatery opposite that other corner building my father visited years ago. Then of course there was Lou Miles clothing store where everyone including Ronnie Hawkins and even Chubby Checker had their suits made on the west side of Yonge round the corner from Elm Street. I just now realize that my uncle’s name Tony Mille, visited by my father at the corner of Bay and Elm, had a surname that resembles Miles. Both names originated in Italy and I think that my uncle may have been born there. And recently I’ve concluded that Frank and Sandy’s barbershop then on the east side of Yonge just up from the Zanzibar not far from Elm and Yonge was likely a kind of Elm Street outgrowth that offered hair cuts and big photographs of actor and athlete celebrities getting their hair cut: by Sandro, Cosimo or Ignatio; whenever they visited the Yonge Street strip.

The Dictatorship Of The Proletariat

Karl Marx was a prophet who predicted the dictatorship of the proletariat and the dissolution of the kinds of governments western man has experienced since before the age of Victoria. He believed that history’s class struggles provide evidence of the seeds of this yet to be achieved dictatorship which will form as all professions and wage earning occupations fall into a single class.

Marx’s co-theorist Engels in his 1892 pamphlet Socialism: Utopian and Scientific shows that communist theory was a product of a belief in the scientific certainty of the senses.

Since communism required an acknowledgement by all workers, “WORKING MEN OF ALL COUNTRIES UNITE” that as members of the largest social class whose labor produced capital, they possessed the power to control capital and govern themselves in their own interest.


System is a newer term denoting something like a social compact that obstructs freedom, perhaps the freedom to be a member of the system. It is neither black, white nor any other colour. Its members, though individually not wanting to be seen, act in unison by silent, perhaps, fearful submission. Its most visible public groupings, the face the system likes to show, too often appears to be unlike the population of schools and other public places that we know.

Some of the things I’ve liked about Donald Trump in addition to that snapshot of a friend and him I was shown up around Davisville and Toronto’s Yonge Street is that people hate or fear him, and that he rarely mentions the middle class, the class Karl Marx called the bourgeoisie. What I don’t like about him are his military attachments and how he mistreats his friends: threatening Ms. Clinton with jail and attempting to destroy Mr. Clinton’s reputation; then once elected publically pronouncing his unqualified respect for those people, Mr. and Mrs. Clinton.

But again his minimal reference to the middle class (the class that does well serving the  upper class like the Clintons’ and Trump’s wealthy administration) highlights the rhetorical  extolling of the virtuous middle class by middle class politicians like Mr. Sanders.

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