Communist ideas on culture might be summarized as: if you don’t like the forest the way it is, cut down all the treees and something much better will spontaneously emerge.
It is really that stupid, that deluded. The latent postulate is that destruction is inherently creative, but nothing in human experience justifies that idea. You cannot “clear the ground” for something new: this metaphor works in construction, with objects. But in dealing with people you are dealing in terror, and terror is the OPPOSITE of a creative force. It clings to the past, contracts, and holds on in as small an emotional ball as possible.
I will wonder again, for the umpteenth time, why so many creative people are drawn to this creed of tearing, breaking, humiliating, and making dull and monolithic. It has to be something along the line of a secret death wish. There is no life there, nothing to affirm, nothing to celebrate.