"So much injustice..." Ernesto Guevara

I have a growing sense that the only way to bring about the change that is required would be to step outside of the boundaries of 'civilised' law, not just marginally. Real change will not and cannot arrive simply by abiding the boundaries designed to the benefit of a weighted die.

I make no reference to political change, although in response to the re-establishment of balance of social justice, a political upheaval will be inevitable and unavoidable. I by no intention refer to the romanticism of armchair idealism. I cannot see the revolution that is required in: thinking, in restituting not only the theft of livelihoods, but of basic dignity of the billions who find their lifeblood milked to the glutinous satisfaction of the few; I cannot see this revolution as the gnattering of old ladies, the apathy of 'activists' who carry the banner of anti-establishment in the valley during the day, while returning to their hypocrisy of 1st world excess by night.

This revolution will not become apparent through another mandate, another trade agreement, another aid agreement, another oil supply contract, another roundtable sitting of an agency proclaiming to good, while raping society's most vulnerable for cheap pleasure in exchange for a handful of colourful beads. 'African View Book Quote'

More and more I find myself secretly not able to judge the man who in final frustration at his impotence in the face of glutinous avarice, chooses to act by the most basic instinct in the defence of life, by another set of rules: that names the pursuit of liberty not according an ideology of privilege but delivers the harshest judgement for the crimes of few on the multitude with their head under a heel and their bloodied face in the dust.

What scares me more than the inevitable and impossible task ahead is not that it will result in the spilling of blood, nor the exploded fragments of bourgeois flesh hanging from the branches of trees! Not even my hesitation in choosing an ideology to defend scares me more than fear of my own human fickleness that in the face of this war. When the first blood is spilled, will I defend a society of injustice that ring-fences the peace and abundance of a few at the expense of the lifeblood of many.

Sadly, the knowledge that any change will only last as long as it takes the few to once again throw lots to divide the robes of the naked many forces me again to apathy!