State Socialists prefer massive housing projects. Creating drones is their main goal. Citizens learn to do as they are told.
It is so much easier to control a population if no one actually owns any property. Owning property suggests individualism, thinking for onesself and ones family. It is easier to limit populations to one child in a huge government housing project. There is no room for anyone else. Mass living goes with mass transit.
How come the Soviets forgot to use “Save the Planet by Taxing Carbon Emissions” propaganda in their election campaigns?
Answer: The government owned everything and as in so many American cities, candidates never had opponents in the good old USSR. One Party, One Voice all singing in “harmony”.
In the 1950s and 60s billions and billions of dollars were spent building great complexes stories high and sections wide for the American black…Chicago, St. Louis, Minneapolis, etc, etc. The problem was there was no secret police to spare populations in areas with high crime rates.
Violent crime was rare in the good old USSR. One never knew who the police were. There were so many besides those in uniform. Crime was slightly different. The people who disappeared were the more common folk, political bigwigs out of favor, and a few others who didn’t obey the rules of the drone life. In 1966 the black market was about everywhere in Soviet life. It was allowed, yet against the law. There were rumors of KGB (secret police) involvement to help the economy, but the KGB was involved in almost everything collective.
Families however small, were private, the place where free speech might occur. There wasn’t much to argue about. Citizens were freed from most important decisions. The government ran communications and the Communists ran the government. The Party lingo went “more freedom with fewer choices”.
The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics = USSR. What does the “Soviet” part mean? Answer: Communist Party Councils. To every USSR enterprise the Communist Party attached a Communist Council to enforce the policies of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union of that enterprise…Sports, education, trade, tourism, housing, spas, construction, decorations, celebrations, transportation, automobile production, tomato plots, movies, literature, theater, television, etc, etc. Each had two gargantuan bureacracies overseeing production run by the Party.
Think Democratic Party control freaks of the 21st Century passing laws to govern light bulbs, shower heads, calorie intake limits, dictate rain gardens, govern science, instruct global cooling, punish global warming, stop climate change, decide bonuses and salaries, order by Congressional vote to violate contracts, etc,etc. Advance friendships all over the world with love and understanding in the name of sisterhood and social justice. Pretend all is equal and if it isn’t say it is anyway, because it should be.
Boris and his wife lived in a huge Soviet project complex. Only government approved crime could occur in these mammoth complexes. Petty theft is alway possible if the thief is clever enough.
They lived on the fifth floor of perhaps fifteen. One walked. The kitchen was shared between two unrelated families who by bureaucratic decree would wind up living very close to one another. One could apply to the Commissariat of Housing to move, but in 1966 that was wishful thinking unless one was a Party member. The residence was a life sentence. Boris, his wife, his mother and, as I remember, the mother’s sister all lived within three small rooms, one less small than the others, probably 20′ by 15′. His younger brother lived there also and slept in this larger room. I had the impression the brother had business elsewhere occasionally. They had a toilet within the residence, but showers were communal at the end of the hall.
As Dennis so frequently reminds us and contrary to lefty dogma forbidding stereotypes, stereotypes aid the human being to make quick judgments to react to danger and perceive the moment. Everyone who has eyes makes automatic judgments about the human environment. Possessions tell us so much about people. Arguably, too much. I was very aware of the individual and family struggles within the oppressive State Socialist system of the USSR. Today’s lefties would call that right wing propaganda. The condition happened to be TRUE. One can deeply admire those human beings who despite the enemies of the human spirit find their way to be joyous.
When I reached the fifth floor of this grotesque, dank and drab housing structure, I rapped on the door per instructions. Boris opened it. His smile made me feel as if I were the most important person in the world. Maybe to them for the next four or five hours I was. I was so glad to be if that were the case. I knew I was among friends.
What a wonderful time to be alive.