The saying goes that we are stuck between a rock and a hard place, or alternatively, the devil and the deep blue sea. A modern version of this saying could be that we are stuck between climate change and war. Both phenomena are crushing the spirit out of us, destroying what makes us human. Us, the epitome of evolution. The acme of development. The height of intelligence and sophistication. The lord of all and some. And the most ironic aspect of it is that we are responsible for it all. We are the ones who are driving the locomotive at breakneck speed through the darkness towards certain disaster.
What is it that draws the moth to the flame, the lemming to the cliff, the fly to the Venus flytrap. What scent of sweetness, of heightened excitement, of eternal fame, of enduring power, of cheering patriotism, of enviable wealth, of inexorable immolation? Because it is this narrative that is constant all around us, now and for as long as I can remember. If the good do nothing then the wicked will prevail. That’s a simple truism. But it is a truism that remains uncontested and all around us the wicked prevail, wherever one looks. Whether it be the behaviour of megalomaniacs with guns, criminals laundering money, industry flouting the rules, politicians goading their citizenry, warlords urging their conscripts on.
The 99% sit and watch while this all unfolds, most of the world voiceless, without democratic recourse, controlled at the whim of demagogues or by economic dominance. It needn’t be this way as each of us does have a voice, although for most, a voice in dangerous circumstances, but for many of, us a voice in democracies. Each of us has a voice to express our dissatisfaction at what has become. A voice to shake the citadels. Let’s not be silent any longer: let’s say something … for the sake of our children, and our children’s children.