In the summer of ’78 I was back home in Fargo between college years – exiled from the civilized world, cast into barbarity. During the day I labored under the hot sun painting giant fuel tanks next to an auto-body shop that exhaled poison and Eagles all day. A sensitive soul, cast into such grim circumstances. A noble soul, a poet, reduced to living on the gruel of hometown “culture,â€
the soviets were sent to labor camps. we willingly silence ourselves. different approach, same outcome.
"One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich" is a good read as well.
the issue isn't so much dissent as it is the manufactoring of consent. Complacence, apathy and the diffusion of responsibility are way more effective than any labor camp. We are free, after all.
Yes, less like USSR 1980 and more like Nazi Germany 1938.
ahab wrote:the issue isn't so much dissent as it is the manufactoring of consent. Complacence, apathy and the diffusion of responsibility are way more effective than any labor camp. We are free, after all.