The Great Wall of Fear
Foshan, Guangdong Province, China, December 15, 2012.
Salaroche


They fear you, they fear me, their own people, their own government, and they fear each other. They fear newspapers, social media, radio, TV, and the Internet in general. They fear books, films, photos, drawings, poetry, and jokes.

They fear reality, objectivity, curiosity, inventiveness and reflectivity. They fear everything that doesn’t fit within their own archaic and worn-out ideas, systems and methods. They fear the rest of the world and they fear everything else that doesn’t lie in the face of naked evidence.

They just fear as a way of living.

They fear Western sociopolitical systems, but not the inventions that the west produces, particularly since they don’t have to pay copyrights for using them. They claim to represent the highest culture on earth, yet their culture hasn’t produced anything worth mentioning or using over the past many hundreds of years. But they still fear other cultures.

They are indoctrinated to think that the only history worth studying is their own and that the only culture worth knowing is that of their ancestors, yet their history seems to have been just a tedious repetition of power-grabs up until that small breather in 1911, which eventually relapsed back into their same old cruel hierarchical traditions, and the only art their present culture produces is largely a bastardization of Western art.

Yet their national philosophy is fear.

It goes without saying, their grand Great Wall is not the one made of stone that everyone can see in photos and videos, but the one everybody wears around their heads: Fear of the world, fear of reflecting, fear of knowing.

Just picture a huge chunk of land on Earth where the prevailing philosophy is sheer fear of looking beyond the Great Wall of fear. Tautology? No, reality.

May you all be well.

Salaroche