Time to Raise Hell

It’s difficult for me to articulate the rage I feel about our current government’s willingness to commit murder, yes murder, against millions of its citizens by denying them basic access to health care. Everything I want to write feels so radical, so hyperbolic. And yet… DH and I tried watching Man in the High Castle a few months back. I was not impressed. In academia, the thing you study tends to say a lot about you. In Don DeLillo’s WHITE NOISE, for instance, the main character is a professor of “Hitler Studies” (but he doesn’t speak German!), and watching this show made me feel like this main character, a voyeur into my deepest, darkest impulses to protect my own white privilege. It felt gross. Not a fantasy I wish to indulge in, obviously. Anyway, there’s a scene where one of the main characters stands beside a freeway and all this ash is falling around him. He turns to the man who had pulled over to help him fix his flat tire, and the man explains that there’s a concentration camp nearby where they incinerate the elderly and the disabled. “A drag on the state,” he says.   I think about […]