I wonder what future generations will say about us. My parents suffered through colonisation, poverty and war. Then my generation came along and fecked it all up — the war toddlers and the born-frees, the “me” generation.
We didn’t care about politics. We simply allowed the system of our fathers to run things, as if they had earned a God-given mandate to direct our lives with no investment from us. Yeah, we finally stopped the one-party menace. But we’re the ones who let it become a menace in the first place.
See, our parents and grandparents showed us the meaning of democracy – freedom, not just in vague, abstract terms, but on a very real, individually human level. Freedom isn’t just something you have for the sake of having, you have to want something else first and then want the freedom to fight for it. That was the lesson we learned from our forebears.
They all had such grand dreams, and they’d lay down their lives for the freedom to make those dreams come true. Why else would ZANU-PF be so damned afraid of us? Our parents had already shown that, as a people, Zimbabweans don’t take any shit, so the powers had to resort to violence and oppression to keep us from voting any way but theirs.
Now here’s the problem with freedom. You can blame the politicians, the bankers, the generals, the “State” but really, if you’re looking to blame someone, blame me.
I’m the system, I’m the State.
That’s the price of living in a democracy; we all have to take the rap, the responsibility. I can see why it took so long for Russia to finally pretend to embrace it, and why China just said “feck it” and kept whatever they call their system now, that bastard mish-mash of capitalist communism.
It’s nice to be able to say, “Hey, don’t look at me, it’s not my fault.” Well, it is. It is my fault, and the fault of everyone of my generation. And it’s time to make things right.
When are those erections?