Last night I went to bed with a book, not nearly as much fun as a 21 year old, but the book contained a speech by Adlai Stevenson. The year was 1952, he said ‘The tragedy of our day is the climate of fear in which we live and fear breeds repression. Too often sinister threats to the Bill of Rights, to freedom of the mind, are concealed under the cloak of anti-Communism.’ Today, it’s the cloak of performance. Stevenson also remarked that it’s far easier to fight for principles than to live up to them. I know we are all afraid, but the fundamental rights, we have to live up to that, we simply must.
Otherwise soon words would change meaning. Words like rendition, collateral and religion. They will be frightening, used for obedience of the masses or worse to exterminate thoughts entirely. If we do not live up to the moral standards of being human, we would simply lose our existence. I do fear that we might already have. Every day we delay we risk the loss.
The point that I am being so cryptic about is quite simple really. Employees shouldn’t be afraid of their managers. People shouldn’t be afraid of their governments. It should be the other way round. Everybody is special. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody has their story to tell.
Within these confines of our virtual integrity and facebook friends and a fast food life style we are happy. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.
Since mankind’s dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves. By doing so, they took our power. By doing nothing, we gave it away. We’ve seen where their way leads, through camps, layoffs and wars and deals, towards the slaughterhouses.
They say that life’s a game, & then they take the board away.