I get that that's what she's saying but it doesn't make sense to me. I personally lean socialist and democratic socialism advocates a greater role for the government in the economy. Not the abolition of private property.
Abdul Bahá did meet with socialists and had some positive things to say about socialism, but I've never thought the Faith and socialism were the same thing, either. The Baha'i Faith includes people from all classes as well---rich, poor, middle-class, and working-class.
But I don't really mind if I'm accused of being a socialist, though.
I can't believe what a lame slow on the draw bunch of people are who frequent these forums and know nothing about Shoghi Effendi's writings on the matter. Its like the fall of the Soviet Union (United Socialist Soviet Republic) doesn't mean a damn thing to you as to what Socialism's failed legacy was. I'm not even a Bahai anymore and I'm becoming one again because I of all people have to go and fetch all these wrtings:
The Three False Gods
This vital force is dying out, this mighty agency has been scorned, this radiant light obscured, this impregnable stronghold abandoned, this beauteous robe discarded. God Himself has indeed been dethroned from the hearts of men, and an idolatrous world passionately and clamorously hails and worships the false gods which its own idle fancies have fatuously created, and its misguided hands so impiously exalted. The chief idols in the desecrated temple of mankind are none other than the triple gods of Nationalism, Racialism and Communism, at whose altars governments and peoples, whether democratic or totalitarian, at peace or at war, of the East or of the West, Christian or Islamic, are, in various forms and in different degrees, now worshiping. Their high priests are the politicians and the worldly-wise, the so-called sages of the age; their sacrifice, the flesh and blood of the slaughtered multitudes; their incantations outworn shibboleths and insidious and irreverent formulas; their incense, the smoke of anguish that ascends from the lacerated hearts of the bereaved, the maimed, and the homeless.
(Shoghi Effendi, The Promised Day is Come, p. 113)