Impromptu: For the Fallen

New Year, new hopes, new paths…

But some things must stay with us as they are too much to digest; to remind us of the grave and catastrophic injustice and loss our choices during 2020 have caused.

To mark the last day of 2020, this post is dedicated to all those whose lives and livelihoods have been lost, diminished or tainted by our nascent, deeply illiberal and socially, economically and psychologically destructive lockdown societies;

for all those whose jobs and businesses have been destroyed;

those whose medical conditions have been left undiagnosed; those whose cancers have been left untreated whilst the Government ‘saves the NHS;’

those whose aspirations have been crushed; whose financial lifelines and supports have been laughed at, ripped up and thrown to the wolves by well-paid, cosseted and conceited scientific bureaucrats;

those who’ve seen loved ones die long before their time at the hands of rescheduled and/or cancelled NHS appointments;

for those citizens out on the streets exercising their democratic right to protest against lockdown who’ve been roughed up by the police; for the young woman in Victoria State, Australia, strangled to the floor by a policeman for the ‘crime’ of not wearing a mask; for the heavily pregnant woman led away from her home in handcuffs on a charge of promoting an anti-lockdown event on a Facebook page; for all those who’ve been fined for upholding the most basic tenets of any self-respecting liberal democracy – civil society, laughter, human touch, communion;

for those whose elderly relatives have been left to die alone in care homes, bereft of the love and attention that would have eased their passing; for the pain and the hurt felt by those who never got to say goodbye to a loved one;

for the children who’ve been left psychologically scarred by an education system now in thrall to semi-functional neurotics;

for the university students being taught to fear the unknown, to look before they leap, to strip the joy out of life and to replace it with a risk assessment, to cede personal responsibility to Authority and to always value Security over and above Freedom;

for all the women trapped at home with abusive partners;

for the children who social workers can’t see on Skype video calls;

for those whose mental health has deteriorated, who feel irreparably broken, who’ve got to thinking that they’ll never be able to find their way back to who they once were;

for the people who lie awake at night worrying about where the next mortgage payment is coming from; to those who, at some point this year, have felt that they’ve had nowhere to turn but The Samaritans;

and to all those troubled souls who’ve slipped unnoticed through the cracks of our desiccated society, and then out into one last lonely, bewildering descent into silence.

We won’t forget. We won’t forgive. There will be a reckoning.

This excerpt and the image are from this source.

I would like to add to the list above, all the citizens in this country who are puzzled, perplexed and desperate by the constant U-turns in polices, the engineered “scientific” advice public authorities receive and the desperate and contradictory messages we receive as society by some college boys.

Stop Press: The other day I was walking around in my neighborhood and I came across a poster by the National Centre for Domestic Violence (NCDV) which is part of their recent campaign. The centre is doing great work without any doubt and for many many years.

But, I still can’t digest the message. I am overwhelmed by the contradiction.

The government is advising you to stay at home to save lives and the NCDV informs you in the most vocal and mind-awareness way that many homes are not safe at all.

They are doing their best to help those who are in need. But how? Over a Zoom call?

Can you feel the damage our handling of the pandemic has inflicted? A damage that will take generations to heal.

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