i am not at peace.
i am angry.
if shaytan is in chains, and we are seeing the true nature of people, then i want to cry. not out of self pity, but out of broken heartedness for what and who people are. i want to cry for how alienated people are from their basic humanity.
today i was stolen from, by people i have trusted and loved.
today i had to fight for my right to my own possessions. and while part of me feels like i should be able to let it all go. its just things. another part of me wonders if we cant trust people to keep their word, then what?
i am not peace. it is past maghreb. but i am still hungry and no amount of food or water is going to fill me up.
today the police were called, and i was told that i have little rights and should never have trusted anyone without a written contract signed in blood.
aza looks at me and asks, mama where is my doll?
they must stop anyone from listening to the natural world, lest they be reminded of what they have forgotten–that they and the institutions they serve and with which they identify are murdering the forests and rivers and plains and oceans and skies and aquifers and mountains and those who live in these places, those who are these places. they’ve forgotten also– and will stop anyone from reminding them — that they too were once capable of hearing the salmon and the spotted owl speak. they will kill you to maintain their enforced deafness, because otherwise they will lose their identity as journalists and scientists and activists and engineers and technicians; they will lose their identity as civilized; they will, from their perspective die.
usually though the experts dont need to kill us. instead, they tell us to trust them, and so we surrender to them.
–derrick jensen, endgame vol. 2
