I wrote this piece for Znet to celebrate the 20th anniversary of Z communications.

Z was my Mentor and it’s 4 Years Younger Than Me!
Joshua Kahn Russell
I first started “reading” Z magazine in middle school. I was around 14 years old, so Z must have been about 10. I guess I didn’t have many friends my own age. Growing up I had nearly zero access to Left political analysis, save for a couple magazine subscriptions and as many book orders as I could afford. Zmag’s hook for me was its comics; Z was my first experience with political cartoons. I didn’t even know Left political cartoons existed elsewhere. To confess – I actually pretty much only read the cartoons for a couple years. Oh sure I pretended to read the articles…but the “I read it for the articles” excuse is traditionally saved for less refined magazines.
On the topic of lack of refinement, that same year I started to write poorly-xeroxed political-punk zines in my small town, and even though I didn’t know any other “real activists,” those zines eventually went on to be distributed internationally. I would get letters from Sweden and Brazil, from other kids my age, often commenting on the cartoons…that I had cut and pasted directly from copies of Z. Busted. I’m coming clean. I stole the cartoons. I didn’t know any better! I was in 7th grade! Although it didn’t even occur to get in touch with Z (or the artists) for permission, I always gave credit, and never charged money. My analysis in my zines was mostly variations on you-can’t-tell-me-what-to-do politics with such groundbreaking insights as: “corporations suck,” “mass media lies,” and “conformity is for assholes.” There were lots of four letter words involved. I didn’t need to actually have a political analysis (or facts) – I was self-righteous and angry enough to know I was right; owning copies of Z magazine were enough to reassure me that there was indeed a deep analysis out there, were I ever to need to engage it.
In high school, I was still politically alone (but with international pen pals!), and with no radicals in sight, I started organizing. Throughout my first crude attempts to organize my peers – starting a high school Gay / Straight Alliance, a Food Not Bombs chapter that didn’t serve anyone besides other kids, and scattered Global Justice protests – I started to read beyond the cartoon Left. Noam Chomsky and bell hooks came to the rescue, riding the wild stallions of Zmag and books emblazoned with a South End Press logo.
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