Is it nearly over — the years of waiting for public perception and the reality of feminist fascism to meet eye to eye? There is an element of society that adopted a, wait and see how long it takes approach, without giving to much concern to social disorder and inter-generational damage, and that becomes increasingly evident. It also has to be said that they are the same people who were in the best position to understand and the best position to create change, but chose not to, and even now they mark time. There is an evaluation of damage that is yet to be written; something akin to a body count from a recent war, and the scars of economic and social disarray, generated by conflict, and yet to heal. The recovery however is not likely to be so quick. There is no surrender, no victory or defeat, no conclusion, and no celebration to signal the rebirth of peace, or a new hope.
It is likely to be a long meandering process without the determined extrication of those obstacles who stand unashamed at what they have been party to. There is a generation of bitterness and valuelessness that occupies the minds of many, both young and old which is likely to reflect in future behaviour and outcomes. It will, should truth not be a casualty, be a time upon which history does not reflect kindly, recounting the continuing capacity for cruelty in the nature of the human beings. It is not something that should be treated lightly, with just some degree of inevitability about an end result, but with a fortitude that is becoming more illusive and historic.
Despair is as infectious as any virus, and complacency just as contagious. It’s almost pandemic, an air of mutant though, and when you look around you can certainly see the symptoms of this veracious disease, and the mess, who is going to clean that up — certainly not those that made it. And those that profited, do they owe us something, something more than the mess they left behind.