So that I may do the deed that my soul has to itself decreed
-Keats.
-Keats.
Individuals can be penalized, made to suffer (oh, how I miss my child) and even killed. But democracy is a destiny of humanity which can not be averted. It can be delayed but not defeated.
No less significant, absent trials and tribulations, democracy would
be devoid of the soul that endows it with character and vitality. I
accept my fate, even embrace it as serendipitous. I sleep in peace, even
if only in the company of lice, behind bars. The same could not be said
of my incarcerator though they sleep in warm beds, next to their wives, in their home.
The government has been able to lie in a court of law
effortlessly as a function of the moral paucity of our politics. All
the great crimes of history, lest we forget, have their genesis in the
moral wilderness of their times.
The mundane details of the case offer nothing substantive but what Christopher Hitchens once described as “a vortex of irrationality and nastiness.” Suffice to say, that this is Ethiopia’s Dreyfus affair. Only this time, the despondency of withering tyranny, not smutty bigotry, is at play.
Martin Amis wrote, quoting Alexander Solzhenitsyn, that Stalinism
(in the 30s) tortured you not to force you to reveal a secret, but to
collude you in a fiction. This is also the basic rational of the
unfolding human rights crisis in Ethiopia. And the same 30s bravado that
show-trials can somehow vindicate banal injustice pervades official
thinking. Want to unlearn from history, we aptly repeat even its most
brazen mistakes.
Why should the rest of the world care? Horace
said it best: mutate nomine de te fabula narratur. “Change only the
name and this story is also about you.” Where ever justice suffers our
common humanity suffers, too.
I will live to see the light at the end of the tunnel. It may or may
not be a long wait. Whichever way events may go, I shall persevere!
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