I had a post ready to put up today, but something has been nagging at me this week, and I want to talk about that instead. I’d love any feedback on this topic, and I do not wish to offend anyone with my thoughts, opinions and feelings.
The Gap
If you’ve been following my blog over the past month, you’ll know that I had this life plan, from the head of a 14-year-old, this plan evolved and as of March 16th, that plan has been disrupted.
Since then, I’ve been trying to find a new life direction, or at least a detour to fill this void.
In the last week, a few major things have happened in UK politics. The roads and national health service are being privatised. The railways were privatised years ago and are now thought to be the worst in Europe for cost and efficiency. Over the past three years, the scandals have risen, the promises have been broken and the idiots in control have blocked out the people’s voice.
The new NHS plans involve giving less time to patients, giving the cheaper medicines that may not work for that condition out, councils will be in charge of health campaigns and health professionals will be doing the accounts, not seeing patients.
On a more personal note, a group that I had high respect for put out an offer a couple of weeks ago that had catches and led to a friend of mine feeling hurt and angry today. Upon hearing her confusion, her anxiety and stress over the past few days and then today; the sense of injustice as she got the official let-down, I felt hurt and angry for her.
Protest
I have only ever taken part in three acts of protest beyond the signing of a petition.
- I bought RATM’s song for the Christmas 2009 fight against the business model of X-Factor.
- I added my voice to the Occupy Wall Street campaign in Brighton and wrote about it on Occupy the Cloud.
- I’ve followed this NHS story for the past year, signing petitions, sharing the protest dates and watching the live reports.
Values
As a mental health worker, I have been taught to be transparent. We do not go behind people’s backs when breaking their confidentiality. We do not lie or hide aspects of a decision. We share information with someone the moment we have it and it’s safe to do so. As an organisation involved in mental health, I’d assume the same transparency, honour and truth from them.
My own personal values are of honour, of keeping your word, of practising what you preach. And it hurts to see that 90% of adults I know of do not share those values. Lies, business models and corruption are the laws the people in the western world seem to live, and it disgusts me.
I cannot be proud of this country until someone shows me that they deserve my respect. It seems that each time I try to break my conditioning and believe that humans are capable of honesty and compassion; I find the hidden agenda, the business model which deliberately harms the people around me.
In this instance, the group seemed to be fair up until now; so my default position was of a mistake, of misunderstanding and of miscommunication. But upon seeing the facts, it’s just so unlikely that there were changes outside their control they couldn’t apologise for. It most likely was a pre-planned deception.
Compassion
This year I’ve made it a goal to understand this battle inside me; of balancing compassion with my conditioning about the world being a cruel place. In March 2010, I began blogging over at Wings of Flight, and I found a few American, French and Canadian people who were running their own businesses focused on helping others. In this, I found hope.
In each protest against the big society, the NHS changes, the privatisation of our forests, our roads, our services, the loss of our community, our jobs, our support, and our education I see the hope: Each time a human being stands up and strikes back.
How can I protest against a small action made by a single member or few joint members of an organisation but to call them out on it?
I’ve been with them for a couple of years and so my first impression was a mistake. Yet, people who make mistakes should apologise. They should make an effort to amend them.
The Path
If there was some way each of us could be our own hero, to stand up for the small injustices so we feel strong enough to rise up against the large ones, I would rejoice.
The more I live in this decaying world devoid of morals above the managerial level, the more I realise that my purpose here is to fight for those who can’t fight for themselves.
I’m neither police officer nor a lawyer, but I have this inner fire which tells me I can’t sit here while the people around me are screwed over.
I don’t know how yet, but I know that I have to do this; or I’m not worthy of being a human being.
Questions for the Comments
My current response to injustice is anger. As a co-facilitator of an Anger Management course, that can be useful, but I’d like to add more tools to my kit.
How do you deal with injustice?
Do you speak to the person directly, file a complaint, sit and stew, meditate, find the deeper value, talk to others about it?
If speaking to them doesn’t help, what’s the next step?
Do you sign petitions?
Would you attend protests if you had the time/money to do so?
Do you believe in your country/organisation despite being screwed over time and time again?
How do you, as a human being in an unjust world, face the day?
Because I can’t see how 7 billion people manage it, and I’d love to know the secret.
– Rose –