All people are intellectuals<\/p>\n
but not everyone in society is given<\/p>\n
the role of intellectual<\/p>\n
Antonio Gramsci <\/em><\/p>\n Chauss\u00e9e M\u00e9nilmontant barricade, Paris Commune, 18 March 1871. Image via Wikimedia Commons<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n J.L. is a poet and lives in a house owned by his mother. He pays a symbolic \u20ac100 every month as rent. At sixteen, J.L. was sent to work for a month in a canning factory near the village where he grew up. This Flemish, middle-class ritual serves two goals: creating the illusion of class understanding and ensuring good grades. J.L.\u2019s book collection, comprising thirty metres of spine, was burnt in his living room.<\/p>\n Each month, I.N. receives \u20ac1,800 from her mother. She is an only child, receiving her inheritance in advance. Besides being a nest egg (her mother\u2019s words), the monthly transfer is also a form of financial pragmatism: it helps the family circumvent the Flemish nine-percent inheritance tax. At twenty-eight, I.N. is still a student. Soon she will obtain her third master\u2019s degree. We graffitied \u2018meritocracy is a lie\u2019 on the mother\u2019s villa.<\/p>\n Visual artist B.R. is the son of a heart surgeon. Watching her colleagues\u2019 children grow up into insufferable brats, the surgeon understood that loving a child also means shielding it from the toxicity of middle-class privileges. When B.R. misbehaved as a teenager, he had to bear the financial consequences himself. His mother never gifted him an expensive, ostentatious car. Yet B.R. never worked to pay for his studies. He does not know the sound of a declined bank card nor the hunger that follows. B.R. believes that, unlike his friends, he grew up in normal circumstances. He doesn\u2019t see how privilege hides itself from the body within the body. We learn here that a pig only recognizes itself by its mud.<\/p>\n Artist M.L. is the daughter of two lawyers. At eighteen, she was gifted an apartment in Amsterdam\u2019s historic Canal District. Since completing her second master\u2019s degree, she has been renting out her apartment for just under \u20ac2,000 per month \u2013 an amount she pays herself monthly as compensation for her intellectual work. She leads a nomadic existence and travels from one artist residency to another. It barely matters whether the residency is in Estonia, Portugal or Romania; she could have encountered the same people in France, Sweden or Slovakia. These transnational spaces are sanctuaries where creativity doesn\u2019t need to justify itself, where thinking is unbound by obligation and responsibility. Shall we call these spaces the intellectual Cayman Islands and M.L. a community tax evader? We shall call them so.<\/p>\n Writer and columnist J.V. has never had a regular job. Like most of her peers, she is aware of her privileged position and feels obliged to give something back to society. When a leading newspaper asked her to write a bi-weekly column, she seized the opportunity with both hands. J.V. fights for the socioeconomically oppressed woman in all her guises: the underpaid cleaner, the imported bride in the nail salon, the undocumented sex worker. Is her decision to write columns authentic or hypocritical? Does she legitimize her privilege on the backs of vulnerable women or transform it into a platform for meaningful solidarity? The answer is that all these statements are simultaneously true. It is also true that we have smashed the windows of her car.<\/p>\n Celebrated writer E.V. grew up as the eldest daughter of a single mother. Journalists often ask her about the hardships of her youth and the nightwork in an industrial laundry that financed her studies. When she couldn\u2019t find a job after graduating, she sank into illness, shame and depression. In her work, E.V. rewrites her life story into a product that can be consumed by the middle class.We are not immune to jealousy and petty behavior. We have carved CLASS TRAITOR into her front door.<\/p>\n Artist and activist S.V. became a father at thirty. That year, his parents gifted him and his girlfriend a townhouse valued at approximately \u20ac800,000. Because S.V. doesn\u2019t consider himself capable of working for someone and doesn\u2019t want to sell the house while his parents are still alive, his everyday existence is precarious by most standards. This justifies his aggressive competition for artistic project subsidies. His virtually unlimited free time allows S.V. to maintain an extensive network within the artistic world, which usually helps him secure the subsidies. In September, when the family spent three weeks in Malaysia for a friends\u2019 wedding, we pushed a nest of rats through their mailbox.<\/p>\n K.L. was born into a millionaire\u2019s family and lives in a spacious apartment in Berlin. He has written a short book admiring the 1871 Paris Commune, which was praised in leftist publications for its historically substantiated reconstruction of the barricade fights and convincing evocation of proletarian rage. We burned down the L. family\u2019s houses, as well as the offices of their lawyers and insurers. Afterward, we returned to burn down the rubble too.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n This article was\u00a0<\/i>first published<\/i><\/a>\u00a0by\u00a0rekto:verso<\/a><\/i>.\u00a0<\/i>Its translation from Flemish Dutch into English was commissioned as part of <\/i>Come Together<\/a>, a project leveraging existing wisdom from community media organization in six different countries to foster innovative approaches.<\/i><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.eurozine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/Barricade18March1871_cropped-1024x683.jpg\")
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I.N.<\/h2>\n
B.R.<\/h2>\n
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J.V.<\/h2>\n
E.V.<\/h2>\n
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K.L.<\/h2>\n
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