- Tuesday, March 24, 2015
- Timothy Bay
I became a Marxist in my sophomore year of high school. My AP European history teacher had mentioned The Communist Manifesto as part of a lecture on communism. The lesson itself didn’t amount to much, but being a curious little brat I acquired a copy of and set about reading it. I was completely bowled over by it and ended up reading it four times in a row, becoming a Marxist in a sudden, sharp leap of quantity into quality. Of course, my interest in Marx didn’t drop from thin air; at that time in my life I was rather disillusioned with the existing capitalist order and disgusted at the hypocrisy of the Catholic Church, which I was baptized into, and with the inability of Christianity to answer the logical questions I was raising about the existence of god.