When I was little in the playground, and started interposing myself between bullies and their victims — with the understanding one of those times it was interposing between my elderly teacher and the delinquent multi-times-repeaters boys in the school next door — I realized I was a coward.
How did I know that? Because every time I looked at the bigger foe rushing towards me, and I understood I WAS going to get hurt, perhaps severely hurt, I wanted to puke and run away. I was terrified.
But I didn’t run away, because I couldn’t. Because if I ran away, evil would win.
However, I had no illusions about my courage. I’m not brave. I still am not. I’m a coward.
When I started speaking out — and for those who only became aware of cancel culture recently, be aware that in most fields it was operational my entire working life, and speaking out against the left meant getting destroyed — I knew I was limiting my career both in terms of who’d publish me, in span (how long it would last) and in reach, (because movie deals, etc, don’t go to wrong thinkers.) I was terrified. I still am. But the alternative was losing my soul. So I had to speak out.
I’m still not brave. I’m terrified. I just live with it.
I am not a happy warrior. I hate confrontation. Hate, hate, hate. I have taken hits in my career and am now fully indie, partly because I don’t speak out against stupid stuff, and don’t want to hurt people I have an even half-cordial relationship with.
But there are issues that affect others, and are bigger than myself, and then, well, the turmoil of emotional confrontation is worth it, compared to letting raw, naked evil go on.
And so I must stand. And be not afraid. Or at least be less afraid of standing than not standing. Because not standing against the onrushing bully and evil doer is death, and not just for me.
Note, I am not saying that horrible things won’t happen from here on out. There will be horrible things, and some of us, hopefully not many, will end up somehow being part of that butcher’s bill. I pray, and I’m sure a lot of you do too, that it will be as few as possible.
It’s even possible a miracle will occur and the butcher’s bill will be taken not in lives, but merely in part-lives. Years wasted, years of anxiety that take time off our lives, years of poor health care as society restructures. But not whole lives.
The thing is, we’ve looked at the face of the collectivists and the centralizers trying to command us. It’s a hideous face. And we know what their ilk has done elsewhere. Mass graves, blighted lives, destroyed economy, destroyed environment, the cause of freedom often also destroyed in people’s minds, guaranteeing generations of darkness.
We have no choice — none — but to stand. Not if we want to keep our souls.
And you know, in most cases what I’ve found is that when I do brave the bully the hurt I take is much smaller than expected. I won’t say they run away. A lot of them don’t. But the hurt they can bring is much bigger in my imagination.
Right now, too, it’s much much easier to build up how bad they can bring the hurt, because, let’s face it, half of their actions make no sense at all and it’s easy to imagine they have a terribly clever plan. That they’ll get us in the end, and utterly destroy us. That our sacrifice will be in vain.
This is easier to believe if like me you grew up in the time when they controlled all streams of information and made themselves seem omnipotent.
But you know, there have been enough cracks in the facade, you know it’s not that. Sure, they have plans. But most of their plans are based on a universe that doesn’t exist, where Marxism has the force of prophecy and holy writ.
Make no mistake, they’re still going to hurt us. And some of us will pay the ultimate price.
To quote the bard: we all owe G-d a death. It’s not like by accepting the intolerable and kowtowing to evil we’ll live forever.
It’s a matter of what we buy with our lives. And what is worth it.
Be not afraid. Yeah, they’re going to hurt us. Yeah, we’re cowards.
But looking at the horrors people of their mental and ideological bend have already visited upon the innocent of the world, can you really afford to do absolutely nothing?
I know some of you are in impaired positions where, to keep a beachhead in enemy territory you have to keep your mouths shut. I understand that. Be aware and alert, though. Things can change very fast.
As for the rest of us? Now is the time. This is the place. At this time in this place, it’s us who have to stand for what is worth it.
In the end we win, they lose.
Sursum Corda. Be not afraid!