Depression
These are
difficult times. These are the times Yeats spoke of in The Second Coming, when:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and
everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate
intensity.
I have two friends who admit to feeling very depressed, and indeed I
feel sure none of us is immune from the sad idea that our modern world is
descended into bloody chaos. Protest
helps us personally. To be silent in the
face of stupid decisions and gratuitous murder is not an option that can be
safely taken, if one wishes to retain some self-respect. From a purely selfish point of view, being in
the peace movement, acting with others, protesting by writing to MPs, to the
press, taking part in demonstrations, all these activities release some of the
tensions, act as a personal safety valve perhaps, and so help to preserve peace
of mind.
But despite all we can do, the world remorselessly favours
death and destruction when the choice of peace and prosperity seems an open and
obvious path. The gigantic street protests against the looming war in
Protest is made easy in a democracy.
Demonstrators are not arrested, taken to cells, and shot in the back of
the head. But, of present relevance, if
protest is allowed, and then is shown to make no difference, isn’t that somehow
worse? There is no obvious military
junta in control, as there is for instance in
But ignore our lack of apparent success.
Be like our redoubtable Welsh member Lib Rowlands-Hughes,
and keep on battering at the great steel gates of contumelaceous
power. Think what the world would be
like, if there were no protest. Imagine a
junta being able to do whatever juntas appear to like doing, safe from any
public reaction at all. They appear to be safe anyway, but in the
longer term they are not. The political
balance of power has been changed in
Merry Christmas!
Harry
Davis