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Monday, 17 January 05 ::
we're still fucked.
i've realized that i'm still bummed out from the election. from the presidential election, that is. my hope has gone out the window, my fears for the next 4 years just lie underneath a shell of fatigue and hopelessness about the state of the world.
i go to meetings of the various organizations i participate in and i openly wonder what the purpose of our meeting is. i wonder why we encourage people to continue to call their senators, their house members. i wonder why we continue to send letters to the editor, follow the news, hold rallies. i wonder why we continue to do the same thing, because, really.. we are up against a rock hard wall, and no matter what dynamite we throw at it, we won't get anywhere.
i don't believe that we can change the current state of things. i don't believe that our protests will get us anywhere, i know that our president and the current congress will not listen to us. they don't care about the poor people, they don't care about those discriminated against, they don't care that killing innocent people in poorer countries than our own won't get us anywhere. we live in a country where those that rule really don't give a flying fuck about anyone but their ownselves, even though we pay them to care about all of us. we live in a country where the struggle against the government is like yelling at someone who is profoundly deaf and blind.. our government won't hear us, our government is blind to our suffering.
on today, the day we celebrate martin luther king, jr. i realize i have no hope. i stood in a school gymnasium full of people singing 'we shall overcome' and i did not feel anything. i sung along with them and my loudest thought was 'whats the point, no matter what we do, we don't overcome.'
posted by brooke at January 17, 2005 06:38 PM
Here's a weird suggestion for therapy: read something about fascism. I just read "The Plot Against America" by Philip Roth. (Another suggestion: "It Can't Happen Here" by Upton Sinclair.) It's a frightening book about Nazi ideology taking hold in this country, and starting to take the first steps toward dictatorship and concentration camps.
It really worked for therapy for me, because the premise of the book is so horrible and the descent into madness is so swift. It reminds me that even though W is an idiot and his henchmen are genuinely bad men (and occasionally women), he won't destroy this country. Reagan didn't destroy us in eight years. Bush Sr. didn't destroy the country with his four years. The President can only do so much, and even with the R's in charge of Congress and the courts, they really can't do much damage. These are the things I tell myself to reassure myself. Of course, I still cuss and throw things at the tv. That also helps.
posted by: Sky Bluesky at February 5, 2005 02:19 PM
