This is one of the best introductions to Marx and socialism I've yet come across.
Although I'd gone to socialist meetings while in high school and had joined the party early on, I was never very active until one evening, upon dropping me off at the old 1634 Chase apartment in Rogers Park, Chicago, the chairperson of the Illinois affiliate of the SPUSA asked me to stand for office. Since he was an old friend and since I was riled up about the policies of the USA in Central America at the time anyway, I took him up on it and found myself elected state chair--a position held for the decade following.
My election was no testament to me. It was more a sign of how reluctant most members were to assume long-term responsibilities. For most of them it seemed primarily a debating club or simply something one does out of conscience or family or cultural tradition. I certainly had a bit of the tradition, both familial and cultural, nudging me, but very little interest in debating old topics again and again with old comrades. I was interested in building an organization which was efficient, effective and attractive.
It wasn't hard to get my roommate, Michael, involved as the affiliation with a national political party had one great perk: postal privileges. An aspiring writer, new to politics, the idea of starting a national journal appealed to him as it did to me. So we did it, creating Left Court (aka The Journal of the Socialist Party of Illinois), a craven imitation of Monthly Review, which eventually grew to a press run of over 2,000 copies per issue during the years of its existence.
Left Court was a success from a number of perspectives. We produced a rather attractive product at very little cost, editing and printing the thing, except for its two-color covers, ourselves at virtually no cost. It was labor intensive, but the work attracted a lot of people to our little office near the El tracks. Some were interested mostly in writing. Others were interested in learning the skills involved in compositing a publication by computer. Still others were there for the enjoyment of working and socializing on the nights we actually did the printing and binding. I was into it because I like facilitating the growth of others. Indeed, that was my primary satisfaction in the party, prospects of a socialist revolution in the States being dim.
I also reformed our state committee meetings by making them more business-like, focusing on things like event planning, budget allocations, membership retention and recruitment. Larger affairs like state conventions started featuring speakers, even media presentations--events which were intended to be interesting. Transcripts of all of our meetings were published in our journal for all to see. We started actually enforcing dues requirements.
It was no big affair. The Socialist Party of Illinois never had more than sixty members who were in good standing at any time--"good standing" meaning being paid in full as regards both state and federal dues. Of course, our mailing list, which we computerized, went into the thousands, hundreds of whom may have thought themselves members because they sent in money on occasion, if only years ago.
The aforementioned debates between old comrades which we generally managed to avoid included such things as Harrington attempted to deal with in his book: What did Marx and Engels really believe? Should the SPUSA be a Marxist party? What about Lenin and "actually existing socialisms"?--about the USSR, about Yugoslavia, Peoples' China, Vietnam, Sweden, the FMLN, the FLN et cetera? What about those self-styled socialists, like Harrington and his DSA, who saw the correct strategy as working through the labor wing of the Democratic Party? What, by god, about the Fourth International!?--or the Second, for that matter? While I liked reading about these things, I really wasn't very interested in debates which divided progressives, but tried to keep our group open to all democratic, egalitarian and humanitarian tendencies.
Then, a decade later, I moved, buying a building with three friends. My wife, with whom I'd been active in both the party and in the disabled rights movement, decided to leave me about a year later and I, probably symptomatically, decided I'd been too long chair and declined to run again for the office.