I am celebrating today. I’m celebrating all of the people who have been radicalized this year towards the understanding that a different face on an imperial order is not a victory. I’m celebrating every abolitionist who refuses to let electoral games interfere with their work.

I’m celebrating every worker who continues to organize in their workplace. I’m celebrating every actionable assertion that Black Lives Matter. I’m celebrating every letter sent to comrades in prison. I’m celebrating every action that empowers indigenous Land Back movements.

I’m celebrating every step that anticapitalists take in developing and strengthening their own analysis. I’m celebrating every person who gets to remain in their home because their community has decided to throw down for eviction defense. I’m celebrating every mutual aid project.

I’m celebrating every disempowered fascist who’s cried this year because antifascists scare the everloving shit out of them. I’m celebrating every time they’ve been run out of my town and towns everywhere in shameful defeat because people showed up in the streets to say FUCK NO.

I’m celebrating that a police precinct was burned down in Minneapolis this year. I’m celebrating every broken window. Every looted Target. Every object thrown at pigs from folks emboldened to step into open rebellion. I’m even celebrating every single ACAB tag on a bank.

I’m not telling anyone not to celebrate. What I’m saying is, celebrate the real fucking victories, because there are so many that are worth our joy far more than the naming of a new neoliberal head of state.