(a political post)
So, I’ve been gone a few days, a lot on my mind. A death in the family.
To talk to you about “who” died, would reveal too much about me personally, and would expose struggles with all the variegated and complex memories that were stirred up. Suffice it to say that I did love her.
And she was nearly a hundred years old.
She was born in a different world, a different age, a different culture. She was born shortly after Civilization had taken a tumble down a few stairs, finding itself on a lower level in new circumstances. The Titanic, that crown jewel of human defiance against Nature, had just sunk. The Great War had just ended, further proving that we were not only not invincible through our scientific and technological achievements, but showing us that our science and technology had given us the ability to be savagely and horrifically murderous against our fellow human beings.
This was such a huge psychic blow that it can be said the Twentieth Century started around this time. No more wide-eyed innocent “progress.”
The Twentieth Century began as a decadent and degrading mish-mash of sexual immorality, political brutality, and the institutionalized economic oppression of citizens to a scale never seen before in (recorded) history.
This is not a symbol of “evil” —
It’s actually a symbol of achievement, and of a society in which the various social classes had a working relationship – employer and employees. Some of you will recognize this structure as Highclere Castle, the home of George Herbert, Lord Carnarvon, who discovered King Tut’s tomb, so to speak, and which was also the setting for Downton Abbey.
And so we learned there were more issues that went on above and beyond the employment of 60 or 80 or 100 people who would otherwise be destitute. There were issues of social change.
There is a connection between the death of my particular family member and the residents of this castle during the time of Downton Abbey. The connection is all the social changes that both a real person and fictional characters experienced.
As it turns out, the social changes in this clueless, soul-less century did not come about naturally, but were imposed from outside each society by those looking for power. I like to read about this post WWI era because the radical social changes then were every bit as shocking and unnatural as the social changes imposed upon the world I grew up in, social changes which plummeted Civilization the rest of the way down those stairs.
As a young teenager I asked the same questions as the fictional servants asked of their world. “Why is this happening?” “It makes no common sense.” “People are getting hurt.” “Why is there so much social unrest?”
So let me quote Daisy, the young kitchen helper at Downton Abbey: She said: “It’s the way of the modern world. If more and more of us protest, then things will change, won’t they.”
Protest for the sake of change. Change for the sake of change.
It’s what my almost-hundred year old family member saw in its first stages. It’s what I saw in the ending stage.
Although good social changes were already occurring naturally, certain elements saw their opportunity and imposed their slogans and their methods onto some people, and produced revolutionary changes to their own liking.
“Power to the People!”
And when it was done, Power was exerted in the name of the People:
Once the people were stirred up with slogans, and marched to create a new social order, that’s exactly what they got. A new social order of imposed social changes.
A new social order, a People’s government; a People’s republic –
Those “useful idiots,” as Lenin called them had served their purpose —
Today, social order is not often imposed through rioting and revolution, but gradually, slowly, softly through the means of programming, conformity, political correctness, authoritative watchfulness of ubiquitous surveillance, fear, quietly herded into the proper direction through unlimited rules and regulations.
The servants tried to make sense of why the majority of people were allowing this to happen. I wondered why my parents’ generation were allowing this to happen.
It looked like everything had come apart. Society had lost its mooring and didn’t know where to turn for answers. People were conveniently told there were no answers, no objective truth that applied to all mankind, no natural law, no divine law that made us all equals. An immoral, uneducated self-referencing populace is so easy to control. Convenient, and oh, so clever.
Behind the changes was not the guidance of a loving Creator, but the subtle hand of imposed social and political changes. A “hand” that killed more than a hundred million of its own citizens worldwide in the process of “social change.”
In that coffin, almost a hundred years of life that witnessed almost a hundred years of godless change.
Many complex and variegated memories.
There is a lot to mourn for today, as we attempt to rebuild . . . .
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