• The Mutterings of Mystery in Misery

    The middle (Class)



    Reflecting on the goings on our campus over the last few days, shock, horror. An overwhelming sense of sadness and loss. That, partially the place where I have always felt safe. This place of knowledge has been so devastated.  Now reflects only anger and the inability for conversation for dialogue. How has our supposed democratic country fallen so far, neglected for so long any semblance of a democratic process in favour of what exactly? The protection of the few wealthy at the expense of the poor. Meanwhile, the privileged few, sit in their lush gardens and discuss, pot holes, and how the new administration is going to fix 'everything'. Possibly again at the expense of those who have no voice.  Where you sit and eat cake and drink expensive drinks, far removed from and unable to engage with the injustice which happens all around. 
    Where is the voice of our supposed democratic government on this issue? Why have they said almost nothing in 3 Weeks? Paper bag citizens. Like everything is fine, nothing is amiss here. Let's just keep on like normal. As if this state of affairs is in any way normal... 

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