Noticed how the people who run this country have for the past decade talked about 'the ordinary people', 'average people'?? It sticks in my throat. It is patronising and reduces us, you, me and the millions that they no doubt feel should be grateful to be lead by them, to mere numbers, components in the faceless, heartless machine of 'society'.
We are not numbers - we all have our hopes, dreams, ambitions and fears. They may not matter much or seem very significant to people who believe themselves to be so terribly important but they DO matter and they are important to us and to those around us - to the 'society' that we are a part of. That society is not a machine to told what to do it is a crazy, chaotic, disorganised jumble of our emotional and illogical responses and our needs and fears as people.
Which brings me to the 'Waiting Room' - a group of deliberately stereotyped old dears, at first glance identical, coming and going to the line of seats in the waiting room. Is it a waiting room in the hospital? Or waiting to leave this life? They all have their numbers - the system has them tagged. Look a little closer and they all have their own peculiarities, a little vanity, a politically incorrect vice - a small act of rebellion. Except one, on the left hand side - totally conventional and simply accepting the state she is in, without hope. The counterpoint is the defiance in the figure leaving, looking up, taking a drag on her cigarette.
To me we must act - cry for our freedoms and believe in our humanity before we all become like that accepting figure; a nation of sheep allowing ourselves to merely exist on the states cold charity.
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