Wolf Howl: "Running Errands In The Wake Of Emotional Violence USA"

Naomi Wolf Has Asked THE Question: CAN we heal from THIS? How Might We, When The Collaborators, Amidst The Masses Of Dying And Dead, ARE All PRETENDING NONE OF IT HAPPENED?

“Are we supposed to just pick up again, as if emotional limbs were not crushed, as if emotional hearts and guts were not pierced, as if with sharp objects? And that, again and again?

“As if there has been no savagery, no massacre here?

“All those people — now that athletes are dropping dead, now that their own loved ones are sickening and hospitalized, now that the “transmission” is known to be a lie and the vaccines’ “efficacy” itself is known to be a lie - are they — sorry? Are they reflecting upon themselves, on their actions, on their consciences; n their immortal souls; on what they have done to others; on their part in this shameful melodrama in American and world history - a time that now can never be erased?

“I don’t hear it. I don’t hear any apologies.

“I don’t see signs on the Millerton movie theatre saying, “Dear Customers. We are so sorry we treated many of you as if we were all living under Jim Crow laws. We did so for no reason at all.

“There is no excuse, of course, for such discrimination, then or now. Please forgive us.”

“Nothing. Have you seen anything like this? I haven’t. Not one conversation. Not one sign. Not one article. “My friend, I was a beast. How can you forgive me? I behaved so badly.” Have you heard that? No, nothing.”

Read the rest of Naomi Wolf’s article, A Small Town: Running Errands In The Wake Of Emotional Violence, USA, here.

Amazing piece.

I have been “thinking” about this. Not writing about it, but feeling it, and getting ready to write it. I hope “Wolf Howl” is not an inexcusable cliche. I love when Naomi Wolf howls—do you realize how rare it is, any writer performs a service such as this? Last few days I was wanting to re-read her howl piece on all the people, mostly men, mostly colleagues, entirely sub rosa, telling her how much they admire her “courage.” She called them a word that starts with a p. She pointed out that it’s not some form of rarified magic, or privileged assignment. Anybody can do—in essence— what she does, but they prefer to let her do it, to avert responsibility, and then turn around and tell her she’s brave.

I loved how deeply enraged she was. Finally a writer not afraid of the dark. Not afraid of a full blooded genuine reaction to being surrounded by cowards and collaborators. The correct reaction is rage.

I’ll find the piece.

I had come to the conclusion in recent weeks and days that we are shattered, broken, as though survivors of a massive car crash that sent us through the windshield bloodlessly, then asked us not to speak of either the trauma or the crash. That’s where we are now.

Like Naomi Wolf, I know I must forgive them, and I know I can’t.

All this time, the theater of accusation, mass media, told the story only of how they see us: Vermin. Anti-vaxxers. Selfish. Crazy. Right Wing—and so forth.

Let’s start expressing how we see them: I see them as accomplices to murder.

I din’t want any of these old “friends” back.

We died.

That’s what happened.

We died.

We’re not coming back, as friends of any kind.

As Naomi points out—they’re not admitting how dead wrong they were, they’re not apologizing, they’re actually acting as though nothing in particular happened these past 2.5 years.

Gaslighting at a level that can’t even be comprehended.

So this is where I’m at. I’m sure Toby will have a go at me. Right now my heart is broken and hard. I’m too drained to be angry. I feel betrayed.

In Sweden I have not one single friend who ever said one reality-reflective word, through either of these assaults (AIDS, Covid—) Not one. I don’t exist, and neither does the truth about anything. Hence, our friendships can’t exist. Friendships require moral landscapes. Aristotle coined the phrase “Friends of equal virtue.”

You didn’t use your name, to oppose this, publicly, any way you could?

Why? Because somebody else would?