The day starts with some reminders of the realities facing would-be settlers in this country: court orders ignored and deportations carried out while the Officials pronounce their official words of welcome to those who know better than to listen to Officials.
At one point yesterday, I was tempted to post a marvelous song by Jacques Brel with a special dedication to a female politician bent on stoking the embers to a fresh flare-up of intolerance. I didn’t because I see no point in singling her out (which is all she wants anyway). Her brand of nastiness works because it resonates in whatever nastiness lurks in the less savory parts of the human psyche. The song is titled L’Air de la Bêtise. Bêtise: how best to translate that one word. Stupidity? No. Beastliness? No. Dumbness? Yes, dumbness as an affirmation, as a claim to Frank Forthright Simple Speech from the Simple People. Proud to Speak My Dumb, Stupid Mind, sort of thing. Race is an accepted word in the dictionary, the lady said. So is hatred. So is intolerance. So is dumb. So is stupid.
Yes. And now: the day. A lot of it will be spent with people attempting to do dumb things like study or earn the right to work so they can pay a rent instead of getting evicted. Dumb stuff, you know. Plain. Simple. Ordinary.
Allez. Nothing virtual about this reality. Nothing virtual about fiction either? I guess that depends on what you mean by real.