I really love the conversations that I get to have in comments sections sometimes. Last week this struck me: I was talking to someone about the manipulative education system and was about to say that I thought I was the last generation to get an un-indoctrinated education but I had to stop short and really think on that and now I’m not so sure that’s the case.
I don’t think it was as obvious back then as it is today, but the more I think about it: white people were the bad guys, minorities were oppressed everywhere and had been for all time, God was unnecessary and babies were abort-able. I came of age in the 90s when music was still good, living in the suburbs was the Worst Ever, and most days were spent buying drugs off city streets then going on adventures to figure out where to do them.
My ‘dumbification’ began very early and has continued, peppered by brushes with wakened moments. I can no longer ignore that it’s time to wake up just because it’s more comfortable to stay asleep.
It’s time I question everything, including the education I received, the way I was raised, and the values or lack thereof I was raised with. I have to try and face whether they match the ideals I now hold in my heart as an adult about the sanctity of life and what I feel are our natural born rights as human beings to think and speak freely.
This might mean making some painful decisions about myself, about how I’ve lived my life. I don’t know if I’m ready for the weight of that. But the clear targeting being done by platforms like Patreon this week, or Twitter and Facebook, or all the others that harvest our data and leak our information while dictating what we can and can’t say proves just how important this is. We have to stop allowing these impersonal, soulless corporations and systems to own so much of our minds, our time– our very lives.