Thursday, May 2, 2019

Circling in a vicious wood

None of the circumstances that adversely effect us will change for the better unless we are amongst those who have the power to alter those factors—sadly, only grave and immediately transparent repercussions will force oppressive institutions to give that power back or permanently relinquish their oppressive nature.

What that means is that the oppressed can only exert their power on equal terms as a visibly focused unity. Mass marches are the beginning. However if the oppressors are forced to use shameful violence upon peaceful protest and do not see the immorality in that, the outcome will become even more dire. 

This is already happening world-wide.  And it will continue because the “oppressive forces” are many; and having become gradually intrenched in the habits of everyone, including the oppressed, there is no one locus upon which to apply the people’s pressure for change. These fronts are as many as there are bureaucrats, corporations and financial stakeholders.  And this is why there are “terrorist cells”. These few have independently realized this futility and by way of anonymity they chose to strike randomly and without warning the powerful entities they judge to be partly to blame for the oppression.  

All murderers should be considered as part of this heightened temperament. Though without an allegiance to ethical demands these individuals still violently strike out. Husbands, wives fatally blame each other for their misery. And radical Christians sadly are no better than the serial killer or the racist mass murderer, if it ultimately leads to killing clinicians. 

Temperament is such that we fail to focus on ethical means because these means for change seem no longer available to us.  Quietude for such deliberation is impossible when the children are undernourished or an ailing family member cannot find solace or afford medical treatment.  Ironically a walk in the woods might only remind us that silence abound is tragic evidence of the disappearance of songbirds—that we have strayed so far off our path as a species.  We are circling, my friends, lost in an unfamiliar wilderness wherein only the vicious will survive.