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Blog 1: "You Know How I Know You're a Slave?"

 

Blog 2: "Where the Hell is Vasquez When We Really Need Her?"

 

 

Blog 3: "How Do I Con Thee? Let Me Count the Ways...Or: What Is 'Individual Freedom'?"

 

Blog 4: "Is It Never Too Late to Be the Parent I Should Have Been?"

 

 

Blog 5: "Are We Innocent When We Dream?"

 

Blog 6: "To Enlarge the Realm of the Possible"

 

 

Blog 7: "Bury the Corpse!"

 

Blog 8: "Just Say NO! Make Coke the First Corpse to Go!"

 

Blog 9: "Compassion Always Comes Too Late"

Blog 10: "To Live and Die a Slave?"

 

Blog 11: "Crime Is The Flip Side"

 

 

Blog 12: "Rocket Science Ain't Rocket Science"

 

Blog 13: "The Fuck-It Factor"

 

 

Blog 14: "How Do You Organize (Our World) Without Hierarchy?"

 

Blog 15: "Eating What The Earth Gives Me"

 

 

Blog 16: "When You Become A Voice Of The Voiceless"

 

Blog 17: "You Got To Sucker The Corn Or the Ears Won't Be Worth Nothin'"

 

 

Blog 18: "Packaging Our Children For The Podrunks"

 

Blog 19: "The Good Livers"

 

 

Blog 20: "Is There Such A Thing As "Voicelessness"?"

 

Blog 21: "Brandon Terrell Jones"

 

 

Blog 22: "Our Real Work"

 

 

Blog 23: "Gennenice Chapman Johnson"

 

Blog 24: "What Is Your 'Theory of Change'?"

 

 

Blog 25: "The Plum Tree"

 

Blog 26: "Wholism Is A Health Issue"

 

 

Blog 27: "Who's Loving You Michael?"

 

Blog 28: "Getting Busy"

 

Blog 29: "Depopulation"

 

Blog 30: "Growing A Mass Movement"

 

Blog 31: "Ridley's Choice"

 

Blog 32: "Children Of The Technology"

 

Blog 33: "The Devastated Earthscapes From Lawrence Summers' "Logic""

 

Blog 34: "How Do We Grow A Mass Movement?"

 

Blog 35: "We Have To Make A Loud Noise"

 

Blog 36: "The Phoenix"

 

Blog 37: "Wind-Blown Seeds Need Roots"

 

Blog 38: "Embracing The Plural"

 

Blog 39: "Round And Round And Round We Go But Not Merrily"

 

Blog 40: "Unplugging"

 

Blog 41: "Thank You Sandy From Petaluma"

 

Blog 42: "You Got City Hands Mr. Hooper"

 

Blog 43: "Letter to Michael Reynolds"

 

Blog 44: "The Last Civil Rights Movement"

 

Blog 45: "The 4 R's: The Ruses Used To Rend Us...Race, Religion, Reason, and Recognition - 1"

 

Blog 46: "The 4 Ruses - 2"

 

Blog 47: "The 4 Ruses - 3"

 

Blog 48: "The Responsibility Of The Intellectual"

 

Blog 49: "The Hidden Malevolence: AKA Michael Moore's Dilemma"

 

Blog 50: "Wading Into The Muck Of State"

 

Blog 51: "Seeing The Communal Alternative"

 

Blog 52: "Becoming The Function"

Pamela's Blog 45

Published on Saturday, September 12, 2009 by Nas2EndWork.org

“The 4 R's: The Ruses Used To Rend Us...Race, Religion, Reason and Recognition - 1”

see OnTheRoadLog 27, Friday, 09.11.09

by Pamela Satterwhite

 

“Recognition” – foots all the others in a class society.

 

A “culture of invisibility” creates the need to feel ‘unique,’ ‘special,’ ‘chosen,’ ‘better-than.’

 

We strive to stand above the hoard yet never stray far from the herd.

 

By dividing us up between them that got and them that not, we're forced to feverishly invent strategies (consciously and unconsciously) for making sure our butts (and our children's) are the ones that get squeezed into the ‘first class’ seats, because those in the ‘first class’ seats...

 

...get seen.

 

And isn't “getting-seen,” “paid-attention-to” – “cut away all the nonsense” – what 'Power' really buys?

[Dustin] Hoffman recalls a dinner with an ailing Sir Laurence Olivier, shortly before his death, during which he aked Olivier why he became an actor.

 

“He said, ‘You really want to know?’ and I said, ‘Yes,’ and Olivier put his face up against mine and said, ‘Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me.’”

 

Hoffman laughs, “Cut away all the nonsense – that's why we want to be actors.” (San Francisco Chronicle, Datebook, October 4, 1992)

Previous iterations of our current selves had ‘tribes’ to back us, ‘cultures’ to name us. A living culture situates its people within a web of relations – relations of time, place and sentiment – that grow and evolve over the centuries, a many-faceted crystal that reveals our complexity. We may be many things in that culture, but ‘invisible’ is not one of them.

 

But when the web is shattered, the ancestors scattered, and life, our world, atomized...we’re left to our individual devices – as conditioned by families (representing for states / markets) – to find meaning. And families, under conditions of society-wide atomization, are as tyrannically multiplicitous as they are tyrannically homogenized...

 

...because the conditions – possibilities and parameters – for our creative accommodation are set by the state.

 

When the built world around us doesn't ‘see’ us, when ‘reality’ negates our ancestral memories, our biological inheritance, our essential nature (freedom) – what we are as living things –

 

...when self-definition is preempted by the state / market...

 

...the moment we try to define ourselves we're carefully herded back to the pre-approved routes (“when you got ’em by the short hairs you can lead ’em anywhere.”)

 

So we flee into the realms we think we've defined for ourselves – our ‘art,’ our ‘race,’ our ‘religion,’ – and via these means seek...

 

...to be seen...

 

But at the end of the route we generally find we're towing someone else's line...

 

...Round and round and round we go but not merrily...

 

...because true freedom is not an option....

 

“I feel trapped,” we say – because we are.

 

And the solution for this dilemma that most of us seek, instead of refusing to settle, instead of demanding real freedom, is to but pump more energy into the pre-approved routes...according to habit and the hope that ‘more’ might magically make ‘better’...

 

...cycling us down, down, down...

 

...further and further into the illusion...

 

...’til at the end of the race we remain displaced, stuck on our teeny, wee corner of space...

 

...when we once had the world, the earth...“our own things.”

 

...Capital has burned its proprietary mark...everywhere, leaving us to circle round and round our ‘private’ realms – impotently, restlessly, wanting...

 

... more...

 

– but forever denied it...

 

...Forever dissatisfied...disappointed...

 

...furious...

 

...at our inability to influence anything even the least little bit off...our tiny square...

 

Which we nonetheless defend, like a junkyard dog, the teensy turf left us, guarding...

 

– because some have nothing at all...

 

...or so we're told.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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