Nurse the Hate: The Trouble With History
The problem with being relatively well read is having a
grasp of history. Those who do not know
history are doomed to repeat it, which makes life temporarily more stress free
for everyone watching reality TV shows right now. As the nation slides further into
authoritarianism, most of the population is willfully disengaged. This is maybe best illustrated by our
government deciding on a policy to take children away from their parents, placing
them in detention centers and stripping these children of their sense of
safety. This is, in effect, torturing
children. Regardless of how you feel
about immigration policy, snatching away the kids from someone desperate enough
to try and cross the border is plainly wrong.
Why there aren’t angry mobs of torch wielding citizens
outside of their representatives’ homes is primarily because most of the
population can’t be bothered to engage with the scenario. If a truckload of cops took kids from Upper
Middle Class Elementary, put them in a cage, and didn’t allow their parents
access to them, that would likely get their attention. However, as these are faceless brown people,
that allows deep seeded racism to lurk below the surface of the “law and order”
façade. “Well if they didn’t break the
law, then...” just doesn’t cut it to permit torture of children. There is no scenario in which this is
right.
It seems impossible that we are allowing this to
happen. A minority voted in this
dictator and the Congress is complicit in allowing behavior that directly
crosses what we pretended were our shared values. We have always had the self-perception of being The Good Guys. Yet, here we are. This is a scene that is reminiscent of Nazi
Germany, the great “Darth Vader” of modern history. While maybe six months ago making comparisons
to National Socialism was considered reactionary, we have firmly stepped into
this neighborhood. There is a line that
has been crossed and it won’t be easy to go back. It’s who we are now and it must be owned.
When history turns its unforgiving eye back on these years,
I don’t want to be part of the “I didn’t speak up for the immigrant children
because I was not an immigrant child” crowd.
Maybe we no longer live in a country that has any empathy. The values or lack thereof being demonstrated
in all our names has no connection to my belief system. I can't seem to change anything, so I'm along for the ride right now. Maybe we can change this with a vote this
Fall. Or maybe not. Maybe there is too much momentum in the wrong direction. History does tend to repeat itself.
3 Comments:
I try to be a good dissident, but am weak--i fear my comfortable current lifestyle being snatched away and replaced with a bad place with no British TV streaming on demand or delightful meal kits delivered like clockwork on Tuesdays.
It makes me feel bad. Like using a wad of paper towels unnecessarily or driving for pleasure. I fear there is a shit ton of us, too. We give a shit, just not enough to make us willing to be uncomfortable for our beliefs. I fear it's gonna take a dose of Carmac McCarthy living to bust us loose from our cocoons.
When things devolve into cannabilism, it's fair to say that the train is completely off the tracks.
Thought we had a grasp on devolution, but it has picked up speed like a banshee.
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