Sometimes when things feel particularly bleak in this bizarrely beautiful and contradictory country of ours, one finds oneself dreaming longingly of a 'safe' existence.
You know, a life of low (if any)
fences, unbarred windows, walks after dark, disease control, weapons
restrictions, order, compliance, efficacy, accountability, normalcy. A
life in say, England, or Norway, or Canada ...
Am I allowed to say that when the shit hits the fan as it has in London there's an element of relief in it for me?
Am I allowed to use the word relief in it's broadest sense and with no intended implication of schadenfreude or unkindness?
hate what's happening in London, I'm battling to understand it and
vacillating between horror at the unruliness of what seems, to my
3rd-world trained eye, to be a bunch of already well-dressed, well-fed
kids breaking into high street stores to steal sneakers - as someone
mentioned on face book nary a placard or political slogan to be seen -
and sadness at a generation which seems to be so ... angry? voiceless?
I'm concerned for my friends, concerned for the implications these events will have on their lives.
I'm disillusioned, worried, appalled.
But the lesson that people are people are assholes are
victims are oppressors are dissatisfied are trying are failing are
learning e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e, is a valuable one that I need to re-learn
Today is Women's Day
here. We celebrate women who've gone before and done the work to give
us the rights we have today. We think about women's role in our society
and try to honour that.
We walk on the mountain, and watch our little women survey their kingdom. We go home and eat cake.
not uncaring, but for today the shit splatters in another part of the
world, and we're completely happy to call Africa home.
Tomorrow may be different. I very much hope it is for the UK, I'll be quite happy if it's not for me.