02/12/2017 by syrbal-labrys
My son was trying out a worked over fountain pen this weekend, scribbling on a stray envelope. He did as he often does, he wrote one of his favorite quotes making it instantly one of my favorites as well:
“Fear is the passion of slaves.” – Patrick Henry
Well, there it is, eh?
Frightened people are manageable people, are they not? Really badly frightened (and stupid) people, sufficiently whipped up, are capable of atrocities, too.
So, is this why the White House berates the media about not covering or insufficiently covering alleged terror attacks? Because unless there is 24/7 coverage to scare the fuck out of people, how else can they bend us to their hateful mission? We must fight the wave of hatefulness. We should do it in ways that don’t make martyrs of their “soldiers”, with mockery and love and laughter.
There are valid reasons to fear, of course. But the definition of courage is moving on in spite of fear, not an absence of fear. I am afraid, for instance, of welcoming a returning Marine to our family – taking on financial responsibility for creating living space for him and his wife while he has no family or job. We are doing it anyway. I am afraid sending money to the Standing Rock Sioux for their legal fund could result in my prosecution for “supporting terrorism”; but I’m doing it anyway.
MY passion is justice and fairness and being the change I want to see in the world. Fear IS the passion of slaves. Choose your passion, but know, it just might be poison, too. If I’m to be “poisoned”, I’d rather die falling from a standing position than kneeling in chains made of craven apathy.