U.G.H. United ‘Gainst Hate
“The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretence was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.”
Sound familiar?
I am reading George Owell’s 1984, the words jumping out and hitting me square in the face; the narrative a harrowing reflection of what the world has become. And yes, I am ashamed to say I had not read it earlier.
Apart from muttering ‘brilliant’ every few seconds, at the sheer genius of the man in so accurately predicting what the future would hold, I sway from terror to remorse that yes, we are indeed living this world and that it is not just a brilliant piece of fiction anymore.
The internet buzzes with hashtags trending and the world rife with everyone’s opinion. As I had written earlier there seems to be no middle ground anymore; only battle lines drawn as to what is ‘right’ and ‘wrong’, with of course each side claiming their version of right and wrong.
Trampled in the dirt pile and buried underneath all the vitriol are remnants. Pieces of what being human was.
Decency.
Kindness.
Fair play.
Equality.
Respect.
All drowned under voices, each one shriller than the other. Today there seems to be no conversations at all, leave alone voices of reason.
So where does that leave us?
Whilst waiting at a traffic stop, a week ago, I had looked up to see these trees silhouetted against the evening sky. All different, all beautiful, all framed against the sapphire setting of a fading day.
Each diverse. Each significant. And might I add each dependent on the other. Now if only the rest of us could catch on.
Nothing can happen overnight. Our misguided views and fears probably will not be erased in a matter of days. But we need to.
As hopelessly naïve and idealistic as it sounds, we need to.
Stand firm.
Believe in the good.
Unite against hate.
#UnitedAgainstHate Join the #Resistance
“The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretence was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.”
Sound familiar?
I am reading George Owell’s 1984, the words jumping out and hitting me square in the face; the narrative a harrowing reflection of what the world has become. And yes, I am ashamed to say I had not read it earlier.
Apart from muttering ‘brilliant’ every few seconds, at the sheer genius of the man in so accurately predicting what the future would hold, I sway from terror to remorse that yes, we are indeed living this world and that it is not just a brilliant piece of fiction anymore.
The internet buzzes with hashtags trending and the world rife with everyone’s opinion. As I had written earlier there seems to be no middle ground anymore; only battle lines drawn as to what is ‘right’ and ‘wrong’, with of course each side claiming their version of right and wrong.
Trampled in the dirt pile and buried underneath all the vitriol are remnants. Pieces of what being human was.
Decency.
Kindness.
Fair play.
Equality.
Respect.
All drowned under voices, each one shriller than the other. Today there seems to be no conversations at all, leave alone voices of reason.
So where does that leave us?
Whilst waiting at a traffic stop, a week ago, I had looked up to see these trees silhouetted against the evening sky. All different, all beautiful, all framed against the sapphire setting of a fading day.
Each diverse. Each significant. And might I add each dependent on the other. Now if only the rest of us could catch on.
Nothing can happen overnight. Our misguided views and fears probably will not be erased in a matter of days. But we need to.
As hopelessly naïve and idealistic as it sounds, we need to.
Stand firm.
Believe in the good.
Unite against hate.
#UnitedAgainstHate
I am just me
I say
Just me
In this world you see
I am just me
Alone
Just me
A parody
Some say I am she
Half breed
Half a piece
Half of he
Just an apostrophe
So why be
Why the agony
Why be
And not simply agree
Why be?
But I cannot
Just be
An absentee
Voiceless
Duty free
I am she
I am more than just me
I am we
All of humanity
I am he
And me
And we
All us, together,
Unity.
#UnitedAgainstHate Join the #Resistance
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