I have a little book of American Indian quotes at home. One of them is from
Chief Lone Wolf, who said something like this:
"I have learned that a man cannot accomplish any great deeds on his own, without the help of others."
Despite the friendships I made along the way, I always felt very alone throughout this whole endeavour. Looking back now,
nearly six years since I first started blogging, I realise that in fact there were
plenty of other people saying what needed to be said.
At the time, I thought that I had to keep shouting and shouting and shouting, because if only everybody could hear the horrible truth, something would be done about it. It drove me to the point of madness, in some respects, and I apologise if I sometimes vented my anger or verbally abused anyone from pure frustration.
Now I realise that most people without power simply did not want to know the truth, and most people with power were simply not prepared to do anything about it.
Of course, there were exceptions. And somehow the whole horrible truth eked its way out into the collective consciousness.
But I can't help thinking that it was the disasters - Katrina, Iraq, Wall Street - that really got people's attention, not the voices of reason, who were mostly limited to reading one another on the Internets.
If Iraqis had meekly succumbed to their new masters, if New Orleans never got flooded, if the great Ponzi scheme was still floating, would anybody even care about the rest of it?
