Accidental or intentional?

Consider how climate change is driven by those with the greatest wealth and, by extension, power. We see this directly through how the richest 1% account for 17% of total global greenhouse gas emissions, and a whopping 50% for the richest 10%[1]. And this doesn’t even count their controls over processes of production and distribution that cause bulk emissions, which ends up being represented as coming from those from lower income brackets. Indeed, the world’s richest 1% own 59% of all global financial assets, and we are currently set to see the world’s first trillionaire within a decade. So it’s very clear that those with most power are driving this, and the question arises as to why. Is it really through ignorance and deluded short term gain, or could it actually be deliberate? Let us make the reasonable assumption that those who hold power are not stupid; that they cannot be so blind as to continue on a trajectory that overwhelming scientific consensus loudly points to climate collapse. Setting aside the apparent absurdity in knowingly being complicit in rendering the world uninhabitable for (human) life, let us imagine if this is actually the case. What do those with power really hope to gain?

Firstly, a world rendered uninhabitable or near-uninhabitable would mean all remaining humanity could only survive through advanced technology. The ability to grow food and live in places that can still support life wouldn’t be determined by free access to ‘the commons’, but through being allowed to utilise technological supports. And who owns and controls such technology…?

Secondly, it may be realised by the powerful that, however humanity proceeds, all life on Earth will eventually come to an end anyway. We cannot avoid the larger geological and eventual solar lifespans of this world. The only hope of continuance beyond that is through colonising other worlds. And it’s no coincidence that the world’s billionaires have spent a great amount in efforts to smooth the way to that, with increasing investments each year. So why hasten the need for colonising other worlds through destroying Earth’s habitat? Perhaps because in waiting longer, society will also go through major structural changes – as history repeatedly shows us – the kind that erodes if not entirely removes the power structures of today. In the meantime, through short term manipulations, these self-same structures can strengthen their positions and simultaneously undermine resistance to their goals through removing individual liberties of those who don’t hold the power. This is seen in the ever-drifting trend of countries across the world towards authoritarianism and far-right populism, which are the easiest forms of government for the wealthiest to exercise power. They never last in the long-term, but if the goal is to hasten climate collapse then this becomes an irrelevant consideration.

Thirdly, there may be some idea of facilitating a hastened catastrophe to only step in as ‘savours’. That is already apparent through the endeavours of space colonisation, but it can also be realised through geo-engineering. Again, any such projects would only consolidate the positions of those in power.

Of course this leaves the fact of death. Nobody can avoid this. And yet, through technology, there are ways to significantly delay it. Going even further, great interest from the rich and powerful has been shown in cryogenic freezing, genetic engineering and even the possibility of ‘downloading’ a human intelligence into a synthetic form. All these things are being pursued with mounting appetites. Setting all that aside, there may also be a sense of continuing legacy through their children – who, of course, will have the same securities.

If the above applies, we are looking at an attempt to become gods, or secure a dynasty that is seen to guarantee a form of immortality. Such a megalomaniac pursuit is visible across human society, likely embedded in the darker side of our psyche, and even rooted within entire past cultures. To this we may add the oft-quoted phrase: “power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

Therefore, it does not seem beyond the bounds of possibility that there is a deliberate, concerted attempt from the most powerful to cause or hasten climate collapse. Doing this, whilst enriching themselves further in the process, may make perfectly logical sense to them – and even be justified morally in that life on Earth will end anyway and they are the ‘best ones’ to steer humanity’s continuance. 

That billions of humans – to say nothing of other lifeforms – will perish in the process is at best irrelevant to them; the philosophy of ‘survival of the fittest’ can be called upon, or that such life will ‘die anyway’, and they would not have achieved such power and wealth in the first place if they placed value in others’ lives and wellbeing (under the present socioeconomic model, to gain wealth and power is determined almost exclusively by the ability to exploit others and the environment).

If one were a detective seeking to uncover the culprit for a crime, all the ingredients are there: motive, means and opportunity. This doesn’t imply certainty in some global conspiracy amidst the rich and powerful, but nor should we rule it out. To make such a hypothesis even more credible, it’s conspicuously absent in any popular media discourse – if true, even encouraging debate on it would be highly dangerous for those who hold power.

I’m not convinced myself that this is what’s going on. But the alternative is we defer to the other explanation of ‘collective stupidity’ governed by deluded short term power interests that give little intelligent thought to the situation. The actuality is if the 1% really determined to change the course things we’re heading in, they could do so. Indeed, even the 0.1%. If they decided this was not in their interest – for reasons mentioned above – that would be one explanation for why it isn’t happening.


[1] https://policy-practice.oxfam.org/resources/climate-equality-a-planet-for-the-99-621551/

Meaning in Meanderings

Do these words, rudely plucked from a torrent of thoughts, strike you as incoherent? Do they seem akin to the ramblings of a madman; of one lost in a jungle of meaninglessness? Or is there some deeper spark within?

You be the judge….

Before the imperfections of an artificed reality slide from perception, and knowing foremost how words only serve to full a vacuum of deeper meaning, let it be articulated here as in the truth of the highest pattern that weaves amidst and between all things, which in time’s illusory flow we have become lost in currents of culture and society not of our making, as we drift alike to flotsam carried onto places of dispersion, becoming lost in eddies and waterfalls…

Let it be known as to the deep interconnection between all things, which will outlast even man’s destruction of life on this planet.

Nothing can destroy or even effect the great unending cycle – the same that causes these words in their great sloth and encumbrance to flow on…

A never ending flow, of form into formlessness, of creation into destruction; light into more light – for, at this level, there is no darkness – only life, only light itself, interplaying into…. an infinity?

I began this journey seeking to know the Pattern at Heart of All; the Foundation the World is made upon; the very Essence and Fabric of Life….

And it has shown me the glowing heart of reality is one of interconnection and interdependence; of

Cycles, Spheres and Symmetries

The ancients knew this, and their knowledge was gradually forgotten. Where it might have been remembered, it was stolen by those whose power depends on ignorance and unbalance.

But I saw it in the cave – so many things – profound and yet transient in their passing… how shrines and altars were offerings to manifestations of the greater spirit that moves in the world; in us; in light; in all things. Fate… which we glimpse atimes even as it forces us onwards and grasps us in the same currents never of our making… and even this fragile notion of self, of agency, is an illusion.

I saw with fleeting sadness the burning wastelands of a planet that once harboured teeming life; or rather, the complexity of those forms – a world presently known by one of those many species as Earth. I knew this endless cycle of death, birth, life and renewal does not end – that it could perhaps be seen only….

and is that the concept of Nirvana? An escape from this very cycle? A deeper realisation of something no words could hope to encapsulate? An infinite unknown, yet knowable in the essence of understanding – letting go, and thus to ask: “what is the nature of reality?”

And drawn back to the very thing one seeks to comprehend by distractions, illusions, needs and wants – food and drink, even the very act of respiration  – in the process being swept back into that self-same cycle, which both defines reality and yet eludes us to its very meaning. For how can anything be truly understood by existing within it?

To look, beyond the Cycle! Beyond the interplay of energy and mater, between these very words and the atomic matrixes that bind the ink – to the photons splashing from screens – the very neurons that constrain thoughts and the alphabets that were inflicted upon us – to Look, deeper than any articulation can  go…

The binding’s of one’s form may limit what is possible. And thus arises the true majesty offered by Death, which may be the only way to truly realise that thing of greatest meaning. And yet, still bound to Samsara and illusion, I remain. Too afraid, perhaps, to take that final leap; one which will, in time, be chosen for me nonetheless. Yet what is this burning will I feel to stand and hold aloft a light that can free and enlighten? Some deluded Bodhisattva notion? Or is it alike to the reaching of trees and plants to the sun – an impulse, a drive, towards shared unity?

Let it be noted aside that European civilisation destroyed much of its conduits to deeper interconnection and understanding of reality, through the ‘dark age’ persecution and annihilation of those with ancestral knowledge and traditions. It usurped the fabric of interconnection to replace it with one of hierarchy…. And this serves very well those who have held power since. This same ‘civilisation’ expanded across the globe, to exterminate others in a manner akin to its own former keepers of ancestral knowledge. Thus the light that might have been kept was smothered, and humanity’s disconnection from nature – from the world – deepened. Thence followed an epoch of industrialisation, of further segmentation and separation that even the hard-pressed feudal serfs still knew. That has transitioned, now, into a globalised system of exploitation where the true impacts of one’s actions are not even seen; where canopies of stars are no longer gazed at in wonder; where somehow the illusions of self and permanence form the very foundation of society.

The only remnants of what was once understood remain in the Shamanic traditions that barely survived in the ‘New World’ – diluted, diminished, but nonetheless standing unbroken against the European oppression and colonisation. These traditions offer windows into what had been known by far many before… windows bestowed by the gifts of nature, harnessed in ceremony and mixture. And no irony that many of these gifts have been outlawed by the same society that started our separation from the world, and whose existence – though self-destructive – depends on that separation continuing. Nonetheless, even those in the heart of Europe have managed to pick up the embers of ancient knowledge, re-discovering it alike perhaps to how the first humans fashioned a tool from bone.

These tools are literal keys to unlock deeper perceptions… into ourselves, into the world at large; into the meaning and beauty that we have lost. Severred as we are from the close connection to nature that our ancestors knew for millennia – severed through centuries of oppression, subjugation, extermination and its ‘lighter’ forms of colonialism and globalised capitalism – these remain the only conduits of connection, aside from a lifetime spent of disciplined meditative practice, or fragmented glimpses when at peace in a park.

And now, again, we look out. Or in, as you may have it. To see a world, slowly dying, moving closer to the fiery hellscape pictured with sadness and yet resignation… driven onwards by illusions. The illusion of permanence, presided over by attachments. They are not even difficult to imagine, without need of those aforementioned tools. Think only of the attachments to aspects of ourselves that we cannot change – youth – to objects and surroundings (possessions, home) that we have more direct control over but which fade with time nonetheless. The attachment to the very notion that somehow this impermanency doesn’t matter, or we can wage a war to delay if not outright defeat it. Thence to beliefs in others, to the world at large, to notions fixed and rooted solely in the society that actively blinds and tethers us.

Returning, once more, to the wider theme – striving to know the underlying reality. Though the intensity of its realisation fades, it still seems all exists within the pattern – whatever ill or darkness – all is part of the ever unfolding, inescapable whole. And everything ‘within’ echoes the same origin.

To see Christ in others is to also know Nirvana; to realise the ever-cycling threads of fate underlying all life is to enter Heaven. And between all this a question grows, pressing against the subconscious until finally bursting forth: if there is this tapestry woven into existence, threaded within all things, then from whence did it come?

Just (in) Time

Delayed for multiple years, but finally coming out in October… the story of my journey through the UK’s Prison system.

‘Just Time: A Journey Through Britain’s Fractured Justice System’

  • A real life account of six years spent in multiple prisons across Britain, showcasing every aspect of incarceration.
  • Sheds a light on widespread inequality, maladministration and corruption in the justice system.
  • Details the experience of a litigant in person (someone who conducts their own defence), taking proceedings before High Court judges.

“This book charts, in entertaining detail, the ebb and flow of Stephen’s passage through the turbulent waters of an imperfect criminal justice system. There are lessons in it for all of us.” Eoin McLennan-Murray, President of the Prison Governors’ Association


The experience of custody is one most of us only usually hear about from outside. All the intricacies of navigating prison life – suicide watch, fights, punishments, abuses of power by officials, and  relationships – are rarely shown. This book sets out to reveal these facets of prison life in a depth and diversity never covered before. Right from the opening passages (when the author is arrested at Heathrow Airport) readers will discover aspects of the justice system that simultaneously shock and enthral. Against the backdrop of severe budget cuts, rising violence and suicides, the door is thrown open to reveal the consequences of hastily enforced policies – with legal challenges brought before the High Court. Throughout it all, a lens is cast on all aspects of the UK justice system.


Available via https://arkbound.com/product/just-time-by-stephen-jackley/

The Inequality of Disability

Recently I came across an article in the Guardian, written by Nick Ransom. (https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/feb/06/autism-autistic-positive-neurodiversity). He claims that he no longer sees being autistic as a disadvantage, to such an extent that he doesn’t even see the need to use the very word.

This is worthy of congratulations, but it does not bestow an accurate picture. As I wrote in ‘The Quest for a Cure’ (https://stephenjackley.com/2019/09/23/the-quest-for-a-cure/), the disadvantages of having autism (better referred to as ‘autistic spectrum disorder, or ASD) far outweigh the advantages. It is arguably the most debilitating condition that exists where no active cure or effective treatment is being pursued.

What makes Mr Ransom’s article even more contentious is the failure to take account of where the world is at. It’s like he exists in a protected little bubble… which, I guess, may very well be the case. It would be bad enough to have ASD 50 years ago, perhaps worse, but the perception that society has advanced to bury stigma – or is moving forwards to some grand disability utopia – is nonsense.

Look around you. Absorb the latest media article, song, movie. Hear what people talk about. It’s almost depressing in it’s crude visibility.

People don’t dream like they used to. Instead of hoping to excel in some career, they instead want status symbols. It matters less to make an impact on the world than to take pleasure in what can be grabbed from it. Even kids have set their horizons lower, dreaming not of becoming astronauts but rather footballers and celebrity idols. People elect Trumps and Johnsons to lead them; those who are likeable and entertaining. In social circles, they venture as far as their ever shrinking bubbles of security can take them. The strange, the unknown, is to be shunned and retreated from.

Amidst a surplus of information that no other time in history has boasted of, ignorance reigns supreme over nuanced arguments and logical debate. The varying shades and colours of the world are rendered into a crude 2-D model of black and white, with just enough detail to sway an opinion or keep it exactly where it was. Enter the epoch of smart phones and shorter attention spans. Where the publication of a book is now heavily determined by the average length of its sentences. Short ones. An age where the natural world, the foundation of all prosperity, is being ravished to its roots. Where men in power can lie, steal and kill with little fear of the consequences. Where outrage at such misdeeds has faded to a grudging apathy, as a result of being so preponderant. We are witnessing a society where those who dare stand up and speak out, in former countries that took pride in their liberty and free speech, no longer have the rights they once did to protest. 

To be different and misunderstood is the epitome of having ASD. In such times, no person with ASD can hope to convince the crowd and win them over. The discrimination they face on a regular basis can never go away.

Try gaining friends and entering into relationships when you can’t relate to people in the same way. Good luck finding any that understand the nuances, shades and colour of a world that’s been rendered a model of 2-D black and white.

Try advancing in a career when any established organisation makes judgement calls on employees based on how they look, speak and act on a superficial level.

No, the reality of someone with ASD is one of misunderstanding, exclusion, disadvantage and solitude. 

For those lucky enough to escape that, they have been blessed with the fortune of already being part of established networks of power and wealth. The good Mr Ransom, who so happens to live in London with employment under a large NGO and a left-wing, liberal newspaper, is one example. But for working class people who have ASD…

Don’t take my word for it. You only need look at the statistics.

Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun

The tendency towards disorder – entropy – underlies the fabric of existence. Animals, plants, entire species, even the planet itself, will move eventually to a state where life expires. That most mysterious state of self-sustaining order, of patterns repeating themselves – life. Where does it really begin and end?

Most would categorise life as they have been taught by present Western science. They may refer to what responds actively to its environment, which reproduces, respires, grows, and so forth. And yet definitions of life are as transient as the culture in which they arise. All the myriad societies that regarded the entirety of the earth and universe as living and even sentient are essentially wiped out by one that is happily in the process of destroying its own environmental and long-term chances of survival. It’s hard therefore to say which version of reality may be more accurate if we base our selection criteria on levels of intelligence.

Even within the same society – this one – decades ago certain things regarded as ‘dead’ or ‘inert’ have subsequently shifted to the category of being ‘alive’. Bacteria, viruses, certain species of lichen, fungi, and so on. Likewise, things that have been cast aside as unintelligent have been shown as having high level forms of organisation and communication that defy the Descartian notion of a cog-like, unthinking animal world. It again depends on what measurement frame you choose to adopt, both spatially and temporally. Consider things at a larger (or smaller) level or period of time and certain characteristics that weren’t previously visible start to become apparent.

We can look at a rock and a cat and say with great confidence that one is alive and the other dead. Yet, look close enough at the rock and you will discover a veritable universe of micro-organisms, fungi, and plant species. Likewise, a crystal – if viewed across the course of thousands of years – can demonstrate characteristics remarkably similar to a plant or even an animal. It grows, replicates, ‘consumes’ matter around it – all to expand or self-sustain its pattern.

Carrying this further, back to the worldview of societies since destroyed, the entire planet – even the entire universe – is living. It lives not in the sense of an animal being born into the world, or of a tree sprouting from its seed, but as part of an evolving pattern. A pattern that does not just randomly generate new things like life and intelligence from nothing and nowhere, but which already has these attributes within it.

And yet, there is entropy. For all of life’s ability to persist, to replicate, to evolve… it cannot last. That burning nuclear furnace of which the Earth and other planets orbit will, one day, no longer exist. The galaxy itself will spiral out into frigid coldness and endless dark. Where, then, is life?

Perhaps we can find the answer in the void itself. Emptiness. For in that emptiness, as quantum physics touches upon, is a seething sea of energy: particles entering into and out of existence. Part of the great Unknown that science passes over as ‘dark energy’, almost fearful of delving deeper.

Are we to look at this dark, this emptiness, this apparent inevitable slide towards chaos and disorder… and see the cold depressing emptiness of eternal death?

Or is it, too, part of the cycle and patterns of life – encompassing all of existence?

Form is emptiness; emptiness also is form

Such levels I cannot hope to define; they would require more than mere words to convey, anyway. So, as the world spins around to another mass extinction; as its magnetic shield slowly loses the strength to maintain future cycles of complex life; as the sun itself edges even more slowly to extinction; as the very atomic elements degrade…. the universe remains. And with it, somehow, so does life – even as it drifts beyond the borders of comprehension.

The Barclays 7

Is it possible to live in a society where those who stand up against injustice are punished?

Most certainly, yes.

But it seems things stretch even further – that this society is one that actively rewards those who cause long-term harm, and punishes those who try to confront and raise awareness of that harm in a way that causes no damage to others.

So, we’re looking at a situation where a giant corporation, that rakes in £2 billion profits a year, is actively supporting activities that are known to cause significant harm to people, other species, and the planetary ecosystem.

I write of Barclays bank, and the group of seven women who carefully broke the windows of its London HQ in April, to protest against this institution’s continued investment into fossil fuels. It stands above all other banks, not just in the UK but the entirety of Europe, in continuing to funnel money to fossil fuel projects. We’re talking £4.1 billion since January 2021.

Who are the actual criminals here?

The court that found the 7 women guilty was following the restricted ambit of the law. An offence of damage was charged and proven, of which the penalties are clear. But what about if there is a much greater damage being caused, which is not being prosecuted or punished?

If the law does not exist to prevent harm and damage being done to others, then what is it there for?

The world is not a 2-dimensional maze of black and white where rigid rules can be applied without need of considering other factors. If these 7 women go to prison, it will not only be a mockery of justice but a testament to the dysfunctionalism of a sociopathic society that is heading full-speed to its own destruction.

Forgiveness and Letting Go

Always forgive, no matter what. If you can’t, just walk away and invest your time elsewhere. Never harbor resentment – it will do far more damage to you than it can ever do to anyone else. Even if you feel it is justified, and it may well be.

The world is full of people who consider themselves good and decent, indeed few don’t believe themselves to be these things, but most are hasty to condemn others. And you will pass many a ‘friend’ who turns their back on you, even after assuring loyalty, dedication and respect. It’s part of life.

To dwell on perceived slights is to linger in a valley of darkness. To forgive is to press on and to look ahead to sunlit plains. The ‘strength’ that is sometimes felt in anger and resentment is, at best, a flaming cinder that is just as likely to burn the one holding it as to leave them cold and alone soon after. Far better to smile, relish the feeling of letting go, and move on. As Rudyard Kipling said in the poem If:-

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Forgive Kipling for his masculine assumption, for we are as much a product of our culture and society, so replace the Man with Human.

To be Human is to forgive.

Of Riots and Walls

Present riots in Bristol (England) are – as expected – the source of widespread condemnation. But amidst all the frowning ‘figureheads’ and privileged power brokers, we get a fleeting glance on what people ‘on the ground’ may be thinking:-

Rachel Legg, a 51-year-old carer who witnessed but did not take part in the violence at the police station, said: “I’m not surprised. They all seemed to be in their 20s. That is an angry generation.

“They are facing a planet that is dying, a home secretary that wants to hang people, the rent in Bristol is horrendous and they have no job prospects. It’s not about a bunch of thugs taking part in a protest, there’s a bigger picture people need to understand.

“Nobody is looking after this generation.”

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2021/mar/22/twelve-police-officers-injured-in-bristol-kill-the-bill-protests

All this about yet another lurch towards authoritarianism – albeit one that, if carried through, would actually be counter-productive to government. We know from history that the more a people are oppressed, the harder it becomes to hide the oppression. Such is the beginning of a self-reinforcing cycle, which eventually culminates in outright rebellion.

The younger generations are usually the first to start it. This is because, out of all groups, they are the one that is excluded most by the system, but with the greatest ability to take action against it.

Where a government fails its people, taking actions that are not in their long-term interests, it is time for the people to rethink their contributions to ‘their’ government. Being part of the cycle of production and consumption, enlisting onto the systems that prop up institutions – from banks to ministries – all of this should be reconsidered. Where vast portions of taxes go to support a privileged elite rather than sustaining the well-being of the majority, people would be justified in withholding them. Where dutiful obedience entails turning a blind eye to widespread injustice and inequality, people would be right to rebel.

The fact remains that change within such a twisted power structure as England (I wouldn’t quite go as far as ‘the UK’) cannot be accomplished. At best, one can achieve tiny pockets of progression, which vanish as soon as they are created. It is like trying to build a house on a low-lying island: eventually the tide of regressive policies and top-down hierarchies will submerge the whole thing.

Only by working outside of the system – and against it – can meaningful and lasting change be accomplished. To those politicians, civil society figures and protest movements who do their upmost to work within its rules – the time for this is over. They strive, in some misguided notion that somehow two decades of neo-liberal policies can be reversed; that somehow their voices will not be silenced and misrepresented by a billionaire-owned media; that, despite all the odds, the tide can be turned. Noble as they are, all their effort is ultimately wasted.

Drastic actions a decade ago may have turned the course. But now we need to start thinking of creating things apart from the system – separate from mainstream society. It means turning our backs on the things we were indoctrinated to follow from childhood. Working for someone else; striving for money above all else; competing with others for higher status; conforming to the crowd; being obedient to authority. We need to rethink all of this. The past binds us, but we can also learn from it. Denied insights and knowledge of alternative societies by the education system, we can nonetheless learn about them. For all its ills, technology – and the power of the internet – has at least bestowed open access to such information. We can look to self-sufficient communities, cooperatives and indigenous cultures as beacons of light. Even among some established nations, there are things to be learned.

The time of exploiting each other and the planet is drawing to a close. The society we know is on the brink of collapse. But that does not have to mean the end of human civilisation – or, at least, the aspects of humanity that are based on compassion, nurture, sharing and curiosity.

The majority are walled in by power structures that have little regard to real democracy or for the well-being of future generations. It is a maze within a pyramid, and only a handful make it to the top. Politicians of all ilks, together figureheads of popular movements and organisations, would have us all running around that maze until we grow too old to take another step forward.

For real change, sometimes we need a sledgehammer – and the will to wield it.

Prison Book Poetry and Musings

A few ejected diary entries from my forthcoming prison book.

11th September 2009

I can’t quite see them

But I know they are there

Shining light years away

Blazing in ancient glory –

The stars.

Trapped in the shadows, unable to

Gaze upon a starlit night sky;

For too long the ocean has receded

With every passing month

And tree leaves fluttered down to dust.

It seems an Age has passed

When last I walked beneath

The canopies of trees, feeling

A fresh wind blow across the open horizons.

And yet the memories of what was

Still haunt me

And the dreams of what could’ve been

Still come


27th April 2010

So much has happened in the previous 4 years that it seems I can do little in the next 4, assuming they even happen. Why can’t they just set me free in a wilderness and leave me to die?

The will to go on, to fight, has not left me altogether. How I wish Time was not the only measure of progress; that each day had to be the same slow step towards freedom, or one more rung on the ladder to crawl up. There’s 1,400 of ‘em. 1,400.

From 22 to 29 years old, imprisoned.

7 Summers trapped in darkness. 7 birthdays spent in levels of hell. And I’ve only done 2 of that 7.

God, give me the strength to go through

These troubled times with an uplifted heart,

The will to go on despite my surroundings,

And the peace and knowledge which comes with understanding.


Diary Entry: 24th July 2010

A voice on the air – whispering –

Gliding on a draft from frozen deserts

Foretelling what is yet to be

Lo to the rivers ceaseless current

And lo to the waves crashing

It’s all of one and the same;

Energy interlacing for eternity.

A memory is like a pattern

On a sandy shore

But some are like stones

The tide of time is slow eat

And just like memories, every edifice erodes

From Pyramids to courthouses

And manuscripts and nations and dreams.


Diary Entry: 31st December 2010

There will be many amongst the bad and broken

Who will seek to cast you down,

Whose aims are dark and devious –

Don’t let them succeed!

Tread paths of strength in rays of Light;

Remember what Lasts, what has importance,

Keep on going on,

Weather the storm, and draw strength from each battle.

Seek the Truth amongst Lies

And don’t give in to anger

For Love is everlasting.

Know yourself and your enemy,

For oft both will be the same.

On one world, in one Universe; one planet orbiting one star –

Only Mystery. Beauty. Majesty – infinite and everlasting…

Remember this.

Take heart from the fighters of Freedom and Truth,

Look beyond the bars and over-arching roof

To fields, to rivers, to mountains, oceans and valleys

And the stars, so close and yet so far,

All around Life and Light…

Remember.

Diary Entry: 30th January 2011

The clouds grow darker in these ending of days; gone are the times of renewal, discovery and hope. Now only a looming horizon of hardship approaches, replete with famine, pestilence, decay and inequality. The world is dying. Humans are destroying it. Thousands of species, ecosystems and environments are being reduced to ashes. I can only wonder: how many more summers and springs remain? Five in Hell – hopefully less – but then how many after that?

But, upmost and above all, life goes on. Nature is resilient. She dwarves mankind by any measure, insomuch as a mountain dwarves a town, or an ocean a city. Yes, there is hope. For as long as a grass blade grows and a seed sprouts. Even the glory of humanity glimmers like a diamond in mud, evident in the few who stand up to oppression and injustice, putting themselves after others.


Diary Entry: 9th March 2011

The days pass as they always do amidst the shadows. Clear, sunny skies serve only to highlight the darkness. My 25th birthday is in two days.

Today a group of girls came from Derby University to put on a drama performance about racial equality and diversity. Just to see these beauties brought a mix of warmth as well as inner pain.

Muse! Of science and magic;

Of poetry and philosophy,

Come to me, oh far off spirits,

Who float on silver-crested clouds

And skin the tops of mountainous waves.

In the darkness of this prison, come

And shine your lights, like candles upon a

Writer’s desk at night, providing the insight and illumination

To compose and create.

What worlds will you unravel? What dreams will you reveal?

The mighty sun alone outshines the wonders of all the Earth

And even it, bedecked in robes of uproarious light,

Could not touch the complex beauty which is Life –

Life! So renewing, so wondrous – spreading out, growing,

Evolving, Being.

From the volcanic vents of deep ocean trenches

To the icy, arid wastes of mountain peaks,

And lo, right to the tops of clouds, where flecks of spiders webs

Drift like roads of some invisible realm.

Then Death, which is nout but Life’s renewal;

Like a supernoving star, spreading out its essence, dissipating its core –

To reform and condense on new worlds, giving rise like seeds

To yet more complexity.

On Earth, just look, remember…

Behold the peace of a summer’s eve!

Where swallows trace the last sunrays

And crickets uplift a song to the rising stars

As shadows lengthen, bringing colour out of contrasts…

A hinge upon the splendours of dawn and dusk

Rising as one sets.

Behold the rolling valleys of Spring, so green,

Where trees unfurl their new-found canopies

As birds declare their homes.

Behold the river flowing, gushing forth like the very essence of life,

Sparkling to sunlight, a gem in a priceless treasure trove.


Diary Entry: 5th November

Remember, remember, the 5th of November…

Future generations, stand up to injustice!

Rise and fight against the tyranny of governments,

Uncrowned kings and barons of oppression –

Break the chains which bind your hands!

Smash the walls that enclose your dreams!

Rise, and build anew a better world;

Where all are Free and treated with equality,

Where Hope and Opportunity are given to everyone,

Regardless of their creed, colour or country.

Let Power be given to the People,

And all boundaries overcome!

Diary Entry: 19th March 2012

46 months in Hell.

In the smallest one can see the largest, as a Fractal pattern is repeated across all scales.

Fields, trees, cliffs, rivers, but most importantly – sea. That is what I miss the most: the ocean. Her waves of blue echo in the silence of my sorrow. The crystal caress of her unfolding beauty is only remembered. Storms that merge the horizons in one wavering interchange no longer tremble, except within my heart. It could be the touch of a faithful lover, torn away by merciless enemies, or the taste of honey dew after a 40 day fast. One thing I know: life is painful and ironic.

Diary Entry: 22nd April 2012

Finished reading ‘How Green Was My Valley’ by Richard Llewellyn. An epic book and a true elegy to a lost world. One of Queen Victoria and Welsh valleys and coalminers who sang and fought like the best of men. A sad story, sadder than any I have read, for the simple fact that it describes a better world; a world that has been lost, destroyed, heartlessly forsaken. And yet it gives hope, showing that all men and women are born with a dual nature – one of goodness and virtue; one of cruelty and injustice.

All things pass… and with their passing one cannot help to look back with mixed sorrow and triumph, seeing that the good times will never come again.

In memory they may live on: the people and places we loved so well. For what is muscle and sinew, bone and blood, but an eloquent construction of matter, shaped in the same way as a clay vessel? What is this clay when stood next to ideas; to thought, emotion, feeling?

When surrounded by the black swamp of man’s worst nature, what does it matter, when all is destined to disintegrate, to move on? And who can say if each step forward is for better or worse? Who can point to the future’s shrouded pen and say what words it forms?

All things pass… and some day all this will be but ashes – brief echoes of a lost past. The valleys of my home will also disappear, long after I die. It is not the destruction that matters, but the journey.


Think of green fields swept by breezes

Their emerald carpets rising and falling

As with the ocean’s multitude of waves.

Think of summer, an amber jewel

Splintered into crystalline rays,

A sky that seems never ending

And trees that branch into birdsong.

Think, for one moment, of mountains

Lined by jagged storm fronts,

Brushed purple and white and grey –

Rising, rising, right to the stars…

And deserts, stretching towards

An unyielding horizon.

Think of day and night,

A world amidst the stars,

Circling silently in perfect harmony,

Alone and yet connected.


Diary Entry: 2nd September 2013

When the people realise they have nothing left to live for, some will seek a cause to die for – a vision of the splendour that could have been; a world where all are born equal and given equal opportunity. Where dreams are not cast away and enclosed by a wall of material wants. Where money and lies are not more valuable than blood and tears. Where the struggle for justice and freedom is not a pointless quest.

In the days of tyranny, woe to the fighters for equality – for they shall be hunted, persecuted and punished by those in power. But their legacy will ignite the embers of revolution in the masses. In the ashes of their struggles, there will rise a Phoenix… a body of truth and virtue, of strength and courage. This will be the light by which the people see the chains that bind them. It will then only be a matter of time before they throw off those chains.

But the question remains: is the capacity of technological control so great that it negates revolution? Do the elite – the status quo – have so much power that they can avoid any real change? Can they neutralise or liquidate all threats so effectively that a revolution can never happen, or rather, can never gain momentum?


Diary Entry: 2nd March 2014

Russia has invaded Ukraine, with some vague rumblings about ‘a new Cold War’. The ides of March?

69 months in these hells – 15 to go.

69 months of the nightmare train…

Punished, condemned, half-destroyed

Surrounded on all sides, the enemy advancing

Smashing their way past every living barrier

Grinning in delight at the damage they have done.

To fight on through drowning darkness

Reaching for that solitary light

In the murk, amidst the chaos, how can it be discerned?

Pushed and shoved and kicked

Every step a bruise of torment,

Every breath a scar of loss.

Alone in a wasteland, eating ash and dust,

Chased by fiends determined to destroy

A barbarian army relentless in its wrath

Blood-smeared shields drawing in, edges iron-spiked.

They’ve taken what my life could have been

Drawn away my youth and dreams like vampires

Thrown me down into their Pit

Amidst the blindly cruel and twisted.

Through dungeon cellars and federal jails

21 nightmares in 69 hells

From box to cage

The system fuels my rage

And somehow I still get up after every fall.


Diary Entry: 14th August

I’m reading a book about the loss of liberty and democracy: ‘I Fought the Law’ by Dan Kieran. 7 years after being published, there’s still a ban on protests within 1km of Parliament. 7 years later, there is a sudden announcement of emergency legislation to monitor and record all emails. And I’d bet it will be here, if not in a more tyrannical form, 7 years hence.

When the State is distinct from the People, when a government has become a separate entity in itself – this is when tyrants and totalitarian regimes arise.

The national political apathy – a feeling of disillusionment with the ultimate sovereign power (Parliament) – has only intensified. Democracy must be continually affirmed and fought for. When it is not used, promoted and developed it can only fall into ruin.


Diary Entry: 13th April 2015

The forms of nature, endless and free…

How can man, with all his mindless destruction, be part of it?

As birds sketch curves in a darkening sky

Humanity scars and bruises the land –

Forests falling, rivers taken hostage, oceans plundered,

Species and ecosystems sent to ruin –

Yet still Spring-time buds unfurl to warming rays

And trees sigh with mountain winds.

How can it be, a world so full of life,

Reduced to a vessel of man’s struggles?

Retrospective Guest Blog

By Chris Hedges – originally published at Counter Currents back in 2010. As relevant then as it is now.

Aleksandr Herzen, speaking a century ago to a group of anarchists about how to overthrow the czar, reminded his listeners that it was not their job to save a dying system but to replace it: “We think we are the doctors. We are the disease.” All resistance must recognize that the body politic and global capitalism are dead. We should stop wasting energy trying to reform or appeal to it. This does not mean the end of resistance, but it does mean very different forms of resistance. It means turning our energies toward building sustainable communities to weather the coming crisis, since we will be unable to survive and resist without a cooperative effort.

These communities, if they retreat into a pure survivalist mode without linking themselves to the concentric circles of the wider community, the state and the planet, will become as morally and spiritually bankrupt as the corporate forces arrayed against us. All infrastructures we build, like the monasteries in the Middle Ages, should seek to keep alive the intellectual and artistic traditions that make a civil society, humanism and the common good possible. Access to parcels of agricultural land will be paramount. We will have to grasp, as the medieval monks did, that we cannot alter the larger culture around us, at least in the short term, but we may be able to retain the moral codes and culture for generations beyond ours. Resistance will be reduced to small, often imperceptible acts of defiance, as those who retained their integrity discovered in the long night of 20th-century fascism and communism.

‘The elites have successfully convinced us that we no longer have the capacity to understand the revealed truths presented before us or to fight back against the chaos caused by economic and environmental catastrophe.’

We stand on the cusp of one of the bleakest periods in human history when the bright lights of a civilization blink out and we will descend for decades, if not centuries, into barbarity. The elites have successfully convinced us that we no longer have the capacity to understand the revealed truths presented before us or to fight back against the chaos caused by economic and environmental catastrophe. As long as the mass of bewildered and frightened people, fed images that permit them to perpetually hallucinate, exist in this state of barbarism, they may periodically strike out with a blind fury against increased state repression, widespread poverty and food shortages. But they will lack the ability and self-confidence to challenge in big and small ways the structures of control. The fantasy of widespread popular revolts and mass movements breaking the hegemony of the corporate state is just that – a fantasy.

My analysis comes close to the analysis of many anarchists. But there is a crucial difference. The anarchists do not understand the nature of violence. They grasp the extent of the rot in our cultural and political institutions, they know they must sever the tentacles of consumerism, but they naïvely believe that it can be countered with physical forms of resistance and acts of violence. There are debates within the anarchist movement – such as those on the destruction of property – but once you start using plastic explosives, innocent people get killed. And when anarchic violence begins to disrupt the mechanisms of governance, the power elite will use these acts, however minor, as an excuse to employ disproportionate and ruthless amounts of force against real and suspected agitators, only fueling the rage of the dispossessed.

I am not a pacifist. I know there are times, and even concede that this may eventually be one of them, when human beings are forced to respond to mounting repression with violence. I was in Sarajevo during the war in Bosnia. We knew precisely what the Serbian forces ringing the city would do to us if they broke through the defenses and trench system around the besieged city. We had the examples of the Drina Valley or the city of Vukovar, where about a third of the Muslim inhabitants had been killed and the rest herded into refugee or displacement camps. There are times when the only choice left is to pick up a weapon to defend your family, neighborhood and city. But those who proved most adept at defending Sarajevo invariably came from the criminal class. When they were not shooting at Serbian soldiers they were looting the apartments of ethnic Serbs in Sarajevo and often executing them, as well as terrorizing their fellow Muslims. When you ingest the poison of violence, even in a just cause, it corrupts, deforms and perverts you. Violence is a drug, indeed it is the most potent narcotic known to humankind. Those most addicted to violence are those who have access to weapons and a penchant for force. And these killers rise to the surface of any armed movement and contaminate it with the intoxicating and seductive power that comes with the ability to destroy. I have seen it in war after war. When you go down that road you end up pitting your monsters against their monsters. And the sensitive, the humane and the gentle, those who have a propensity to nurture and protect life, are marginalized and often killed. The romantic vision of war and violence is as prevalent among anarchists and the hard left as it is in the mainstream culture. Those who resist with force will not defeat the corporate state or sustain the cultural values that must be sustained if we are to have a future worth living. From my many years as a war correspondent in El Salvador, Guatemala, Gaza and Bosnia, I have seen that armed resistance movements are always mutations of the violence that spawned them. I am not naïve enough to think I could have avoided these armed movements had I been a landless Salvadoran or Guatemalan peasant, a Palestinian in Gaza or a Muslim in Sarajevo, but this violent response to repression is and always will be tragic. It must be avoided, although not at the expense of our own survival.

Democracy, a system ideally designed to challenge the status quo, has been corrupted and tamed to slavishly serve the status quo. We have undergone, as John Ralston Saul writes, a coup d’état in slow motion. And the coup is over. They won. We lost. The abject failure of activists to push corporate, industrialized states toward serious environmental reform, to thwart imperial adventurism or to build a humane policy toward the masses of the world’s poor stems from an inability to recognize the new realities of power. The paradigm of power has irrevocably altered and so must the paradigm of resistance alter.

Too many resistance movements continue to buy into the facade of electoral politics, parliaments, constitutions, bills of rights, lobbying and the appearance of a rational economy. The levers of power have become so contaminated that the needs and voices of citizens have become irrelevant.

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We live in a culture characterized by what Benjamin DeMott called “junk politics.” Junk politics does not demand justice or the reparation of rights. It always personalizes issues rather than clarifying them. It eschews real debate for manufactured scandals, celebrity gossip and spectacles. It trumpets eternal optimism, endlessly praises our moral strength and character, and communicates in a feel-your-pain language. The result of junk politics is that nothing changes, “meaning zero interruption in the processes and practices that strengthen existing, interlocking systems of socioeconomic advantage.”

The cultural belief that we can make things happen by thinking, by visualizing, by wanting them, by tapping into our inner strength or by understanding that we are truly exceptional is magical thinking. We can always make more money, meet new quotas, consume more products and advance our career if we have enough faith. This magical thinking, preached to us across the political spectrum by Oprah, sports celebrities, Hollywood, self-help gurus and Christian demagogues, is largely responsible for our economic and environmental collapse, since any Cassandra who saw it coming was dismissed as “negative.” This belief, which allows men and women to behave and act like little children, discredits legitimate concerns and anxieties. It exacerbates despair and passivity. It fosters a state of self-delusion. The purpose, structure and goals of the corporate state are never seriously questioned. To question, to engage in criticism of the corporate collective, is to be obstructive and negative. And it has perverted the way we view ourselves, our nation and the natural world. The new paradigm of power, coupled with its bizarre ideology of limitless progress and impossible happiness, has turned whole nations, including the United States, into monsters.

‘Power is in the hands of moral and intellectual trolls who are ruthlessly creating a system of neo-feudalism and killing the ecosystem that sustains the human species.’

We can march in Copenhagen. We can join Bill McKibben’s worldwide day of climate protests. We can compost in our backyards and hang our laundry out to dry. We can write letters to our elected officials and vote for [them], but the power elite is impervious to the charade of democratic participation. Power is in the hands of moral and intellectual trolls who are ruthlessly creating a system of neo-feudalism and killing the ecosystem that sustains the human species. And appealing to their better nature, or seeking to influence the internal levers of power, will no longer work.

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Our democratic system has been transformed into what the political philosopher Sheldon Wolin labels inverted totalitarianism. Inverted totalitarianism, unlike classical totalitarianism, does not revolve around a demagogue or charismatic leader. It finds expression in the anonymity of the corporate state. It purports to cherish democracy, patriotism, a free press, parliamentary systems and constitutions while manipulating and corrupting internal levers to subvert and thwart democratic institutions. Political candidates are elected in popular votes by citizens but are ruled by armies of corporate lobbyists in Washington, Ottawa or other state capitals who author the legislation and get the legislators to pass it. A corporate media controls nearly everything we read, watch or hear and imposes a bland uniformity of opinion. Mass culture, owned and disseminated by corporations, diverts us with trivia, spectacles and celebrity gossip. In classical totalitarian regimes, such as Nazi fascism or Soviet communism, economics was subordinate to politics. “Under inverted totalitarianism the reverse is true,” Wolin writes. “Economics dominates politics – and with that domination comes different forms of ruthlessness.”

Inverted totalitarianism wields total power without resorting to cruder forms of control such as gulags, concentration camps or mass terror. It harnesses science and technology for its dark ends. It enforces ideological uniformity by using mass communication systems to instill profligate consumption as an inner compulsion and to substitute our illusions of ourselves for reality. It does not forcibly suppress dissidents, as long as those dissidents remain ineffectual. And as it diverts us it dismantles manufacturing bases, devastates communities, unleashes waves of human misery and ships jobs to countries where fascists and communists know how to keep workers in line. It does all this while waving the flag and mouthing patriotic slogans. “The United States has become the showcase of how democracy can be managed without appearing to be suppressed,” Wolin writes.

The practice and psychology of advertising, the rule of “market forces” in many arenas other than markets, the continuous technological advances that encourage elaborate fantasies (computer games, virtual avatars, space travel), the saturation by mass media and propaganda of every household and the takeover of the universities have rendered most of us hostages. The rot of imperialism, which is always incompatible with democracy, has seen the military and arms manufacturers monopolize $1 trillion a year in defense-related spending in the United States even as the nation faces economic collapse. Imperialism always militarizes domestic politics. And this militarization, as Wolin notes, combines with the cultural fantasies of hero worship and tales of individual prowess, eternal youthfulness, beauty through surgery, action measured in nanoseconds and a dream-laden culture of ever-expanding control and possibility to sever huge segments of the population from reality. Those who control the images control us. And while we have been entranced by the celluloid shadows on the walls of Plato’s cave, these corporate forces, extolling the benefits of privatization, have effectively dismantled the institutions of social democracy (Social Security, unions, welfare, public health services and public housing) and rolled back the social and political ideals of the New Deal. The proponents of globalization and unregulated capitalism do not waste time analyzing other ideologies. They have an ideology, or rather a plan of action that is defended by an ideology, and slavishly follow it. We on the left have dozens of analyses of competing ideologies without any coherent plan of our own. This has left us floundering while corporate forces ruthlessly dismantle civil society.

We are living through one of civilization’s great seismic reversals. The ideology of globalization, like all “inevitable” utopian visions, is being exposed as a fraud. The power elite, perplexed and confused, clings to the disastrous principles of globalization and its outdated language to mask the looming political and economic vacuum. The absurd idea that the marketplace alone should determine economic and political constructs led industrial nations to sacrifice other areas of human importance – from working conditions, to taxation, to child labor, to hunger, to health and pollution – on the altar of free trade. It left the world’s poor worse off and the United States with the largest deficits – which can never be repaid – in human history. The massive bailouts, stimulus packages, giveaways and short-term debt, along with imperial wars we can no longer afford, will leave the United States struggling to finance nearly $5 trillion in debt this year. This will require Washington to auction off about $96 billion in debt a week. Once China and the oil-rich states walk away from our debt, which one day has to happen, the Federal Reserve will become the buyer of last resort. The Fed has printed perhaps as much as two trillion new dollars in the last two years, and buying this much new debt will see it, in effect, print trillions more. This is when inflation, and most likely hyperinflation, will turn the dollar into junk. And at that point the entire system breaks down.

All traditional standards and beliefs are shattered in a severe economic crisis. The moral order is turned upside down. The honest and industrious are wiped out while the gangsters, profiteers and speculators walk away with millions. The elite will retreat, as Naomi Klein has written in The Shock Doctrine, into gated communities where they will have access to services, food, amenities and security denied to the rest of us. We will begin a period in human history when there will be only masters and serfs. The corporate forces, which will seek to make an alliance with the radical Christian right and other extremists, will use fear, chaos, the rage at the ruling elites and the specter of left-wing dissent and terrorism to impose draconian controls to ruthlessly extinguish opposition movements. And while they do it, they will be waving the American flag, chanting patriotic slogans, promising law and order and clutching the Christian cross. Totalitarianism, George Orwell pointed out, is not so much an age of faith but an age of schizophrenia. “A society becomes totalitarian when its structure becomes flagrantly artificial,” Orwell wrote. “That is when its ruling class has lost its function but succeeds in clinging to power by force or fraud.” Our elites have used fraud. Force is all they have left.

Our mediocre and bankrupt elite is desperately trying to save a system that cannot be saved. More importantly, they are trying to save themselves. All attempts to work within this decayed system and this class of power brokers will prove useless. And resistance must respond to the harsh new reality of a global, capitalist order that will cling to power through ever-mounting forms of brutal and overt repression. Once credit dries up for the average citizen, once massive joblessness creates a permanent and enraged underclass and the cheap manufactured goods that are the opiates of our commodity culture vanish, we will probably evolve into a system that more closely resembles classical totalitarianism. Cruder, more violent forms of repression will have to be employed as the softer mechanisms of control favored by inverted totalitarianism break down.

It is not accidental that the economic crisis will converge with the environmental crisis. In his book The Great Transformation (1944), Karl Polanyi laid out the devastating consequences – the depressions, wars and totalitarianism – that grow out of a so-called self-regulated free market. He grasped that “fascism, like socialism, was rooted in a market society that refused to function.” He warned that a financial system always devolves, without heavy government control, into a Mafia capitalism – and a Mafia political system – which is a good description of our financial and political structure. A self-regulating market, Polanyi wrote, turns human beings and the natural environment into commodities, a situation that ensures the destruction of both society and the natural environment. The free market’s assumption that nature and human beings are objects whose worth is determined by the market allows each to be exploited for profit until exhaustion or collapse. A society that no longer recognizes that nature and human life have a sacred dimension, an intrinsic value beyond monetary value, commits collective suicide. Such societies cannibalize themselves until they die. This is what we are undergoing.

If we build self-contained structures, ones that do as little harm as possible to the environment, we can weather the coming collapse. This task will be accomplished through the existence of small, physical enclaves that have access to sustainable agriculture, are able to sever themselves as much as possible from commercial culture and can be largely self-sufficient. These communities will have to build walls against electronic propaganda and fear that will be pumped out over the airwaves. Canada will probably be a more hospitable place to do this than the United States, given America’s strong undercurrent of violence. But in any country, those who survive will need isolated areas of land as well as distance from urban areas, which will see the food deserts in the inner cities, as well as savage violence, leach out across the urban landscape as produce and goods become prohibitively expensive and state repression becomes harsher and harsher.

‘Those who carried out great acts of resistance often sacrificed their security and comfort, often spent time in jail and in some cases were killed. They understood that to live in the fullest sense of the word, to exist as free and independent human beings, even under the darkest night of state repression, meant to defy injustice.’

The increasingly overt uses of force by the elites to maintain control should not end acts of resistance. Acts of resistance are moral acts. They begin because people of conscience understand the moral imperative to challenge systems of abuse and despotism. They should be carried out not because they are effective but because they are right. Those who begin these acts are always few in number and dismissed by those who hide their cowardice behind their cynicism. But resistance, however marginal, continues to affirm life in a world awash in death. It is the supreme act of faith, the highest form of spirituality and alone makes hope possible. Those who carried out great acts of resistance often sacrificed their security and comfort, often spent time in jail and in some cases were killed. They understood that to live in the fullest sense of the word, to exist as free and independent human beings, even under the darkest night of state repression, meant to defy injustice.

When the dissident Lutheran pastor Dietrich Bonhoeffer was taken from his cell in a Nazi prison to the gallows, his last words were: “This is for me the end, but also the beginning.” Bonhoeffer knew that most of the citizens in his nation were complicit through their silence in a vast enterprise of death. But however hopeless it appeared in the moment, he affirmed what we all must affirm. He did not avoid death. He did not, as a distinct individual, survive. But he understood that his resistance and even his death were acts of love. He fought and died for the sanctity of life. He gave, even to those who did not join him, another narrative, and his defiance ultimately condemned his executioners.

We must continue to resist, but do so now with the discomforting realization that significant change will probably never occur in our lifetime. This makes resistance harder. It shifts resistance from the tangible and the immediate to the amorphous and the indeterminate. But to give up acts of resistance is spiritual and intellectual death. It is to surrender to the dehumanizing ideology of totalitarian capitalism. Acts of resistance keep alive another narrative, sustain our integrity and empower others, who we may never meet, to stand up and carry the flame we pass to them. No act of resistance is useless, whether it is refusing to pay taxes, fighting for a Tobin tax, working to shift the neoclassical economics paradigm, revoking a corporate charter, holding global internet votes or using Twitter to catalyze a chain reaction of refusal against the neoliberal order. But we will have to resist and then find the faith that resistance is worthwhile, for we will not immediately alter the awful configuration of power. And in this long, long war a community to sustain us, emotionally and materially, will be the key to a life of defiance.

The philosopher Theodor Adorno wrote that the exclusive preoccupation with personal concerns and indifference to the suffering of others beyond the self-identified group is what ultimately made fascism and the Holocaust possible: “The inability to identify with others was unquestionably the most important psychological condition for the fact that something like Auschwitz could have occurred in the midst of more or less civilized and innocent people.”

The indifference to the plight of others and the supreme elevation of the self is what the corporate state seeks to instill in us. It uses fear, as well as hedonism, to thwart human compassion. We will have to continue to battle the mechanisms of the dominant culture, if for no other reason than to preserve through small, even tiny acts, our common humanity. We will have to resist the temptation to fold in on ourselves and to ignore the cruelty outside our door. Hope endures in these often imperceptible acts of defiance. This defiance, this capacity to say no, is what the psychopathic forces in control of our power systems seek to eradicate. As long as we are willing to defy these forces we have a chance, if not for ourselves, then at least for those who follow. As long as we defy these forces we remain alive. And for now this is the only victory possible.”