Note that this text was written by Pao, not by elmindreda.
I am feeling so tired, so helpless. I know that there is nothing I can do. Nothing I say or do will change anybody's mind. Just because there is no thought, no idea in there, that I can change.
"I wonder if this is how people felt in Germany in the thirties," my friend says to me, and I shake my head.
At least they had someone they followed. Hitler was a great speaker; he made people believe. He made them follow. They trusted him. Right or wrong, at least they believed. When they did the wrong things, at least they believed that they were doing the right things.
In one way, that was more true.
In one way, that was not as wrong as the wrongs they are committing today.
Because today the wrong things get done just because nobody cares. Nobody tries to stop them. No one is interested enough to try and change things. Things are slowly going down, and no one tries to break the fall, change the direction of things.
At least in the thirties, they believed. Today, we can't even blame our belief. We have no one we follow. We are too numb or too stupid to look up and see the things happening around us. In the middle of things it is hard to see the big picture.
One little thing, one little step.
Another little thing, another little step.
It can't be so bad, now can it?
But you fail to see that they are all in the wrong direction. They are all small wrongs, small infringements on your liberty. Soon they could all have been taken away, and you will not even have any belief to justify why you let it happen. You were all just too numb or too stupid to notice what was happening right in front of your eyes. To notice what was happening, all over again.
I feel so tired, so helpless. I don't know what to do. I want to go and stand outside of House of Parliament and shout to all of you, scream at all of you, tell all of you what is happening, because you don't seem to see!
But I know that then you would just label me paranoid, hysteric, insane. And you wouldn't listen. You still wouldn't care.
You would still let it happen.
In the end of the day, you will all let it happen.
And the only thing I can do is write, to keep the hopelessness from eating me alive.
Because I still believe.
I believe that people can make a difference. I believe that we could make a change, stop the fall, turn things into a better direction. I believe that we could make things better if we only tried.
If you only cared.
If you only believed.
I still believe, but at the end of the day, it won't matter.
You will all have let it happen.
We will all have let it happen.
All over, once again, step by tiny step.
/Pao, "Panterdjuret" 13 jun 2008
panterdjuret@sadism.nu
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Please, wake up. Please, believe.