Far lonelier
than the dark depths of Pluto can be public patches deserted by living,
breathing people. And it happens, with unfailing regularity. This desertion of a civic responsibility then threatens our welfare and survival as a species.
Let me start
small.
The black
dog got too close for comfort today. It
came within a foot, saliva swinging and swimming over meat eating canines and
he growled. I had no forewarning. He was quite placidly settled on a mound of
sand in the nippy air. I was swinging along energetically, bent upon
extracting the most out of the morning jaunt.
Just as I
made to negotiate the turn, Blackie got to his feet. Crouched over dipped
forelegs, he ducked his head, fixing me with eyes rolled back. Overcome by a
fearful cold wave, I swung my short black baton, screaming with my stomach.
Three more strays meanwhile had crept up behind the vicious leader, baying and
snapping. They began to encircle me, scraping the tar with their claws,
bodies primed to pounce. All sense of my surroundings began to recede.
I only saw and heard and responded to this one live threat facing me. Rattled
at their aggressive hostility, I lunged for a brick and swung it at the
pack. Their ears promptly went flat just before they loped off.
I stood
there, shaking. My heart raced and sucked for breath.
As I regained focus and the eye lens cleared, I looked to my right; there had been the slightest of movements. A morning walker was edging tentatively into view, leading his Dachshund by a leash. He had seen me! He had heard me! I saw that in a snap from his crafted gait. He had waited for the inconvenience to pass before entering the scene.
As I regained focus and the eye lens cleared, I looked to my right; there had been the slightest of movements. A morning walker was edging tentatively into view, leading his Dachshund by a leash. He had seen me! He had heard me! I saw that in a snap from his crafted gait. He had waited for the inconvenience to pass before entering the scene.
We are like
that. We hate engaging on terms not familiar to us. We also have a
fundamental belief in our
That is it. Our
daily life is fuelled by a numb inertia.
We don’t
really believe we can make a difference. When we talk of changing the system,
we are invariably thinking lofty, as in systemic at the national and global
level. Truth is that we have our own personal circles of influence within our
reach where we exercise total control. The slightest shift in those still
waters of habit can
What if that
gentleman had stepped forward? What if he had not dashed back to routine safety? What if he had charged at the brutes? What if he had come with me to
lodge a complaint at the guard room?
My faith in humanity would have soared, infusing me with the energy for a hundred civic deeds. Imagine the positive domino effect. Instead I came away from the experience feeling alone, afraid, isolated, convinced that our homes are lined by mean streets.
My faith in humanity would have soared, infusing me with the energy for a hundred civic deeds. Imagine the positive domino effect. Instead I came away from the experience feeling alone, afraid, isolated, convinced that our homes are lined by mean streets.
It is not that
we are powerless. We are power wasters. More and more, our strength has come to mean numbers. We do not assert affirmative social action
even in the immediate radii that belong to us. Inaction is more convenient.
