Resistance and Mass Hysteria
One of the things a writer realizes when she first becomes aware of her own Resistance—her internal, diabolical pull toward self-sabotage—is that it’s a dangerous world … not just “out there,” but “in here.”
The good news, she realizes, is that if there’s Resistance (the negative), there’s also her unique genius and her one-of-a-kind gift (the positive.)
If there were no gift, there’d be no Resistance.
She, the artist, begins to realize that she was put on this planet for a purpose—to discover who she is and to offer her gift to the world.
Realizing this, she is compelled to acknowledge that OTHERS (in fact every other) are also unique and also bring one-of-a-kind gifts.
Which brings me to our nation’s Capitol a few days ago.
Some individuals, it seems, are unaware of their own Resistance. They’re unconscious of it. It works on them nonetheless. The result, in political terms, is that they can be convinced by external persuaders that their brothers and sisters are NOT unique and bear no special gift for the community.
In nationalist terms, such individuals may come to the conclusion that they are the “real” Americans … and that others are not.
They may come to believe that they can press their knee on George Floyd’s neck until he can no longer breathe. Because, on some deep level, they believe that they are “real” Americans and that George Floyd is not. Therefore George Floyd deserves no protection of the law, no respect as an individual, and, in the crunch, no right to live.
Beyond that, such individuals may be convinced that they, being “real” Americans, are entitled to have their votes counted, whereas others are not real Americans and thus may be disenfranchised, no matter what the facts say.
This line of thinking first appeared (or at least achieved wide notoriety) when a certain individual declared that the United States’ first African-American president was not a “real” American, whereas he (this individual) was.
Resistance. This force will eat your guts if you’re oblivious to it. It will kill you like cancer and make you commit acts that, seen in the light of reflection, you would be ashamed of and appalled by.
Are you “special?” Are you “real?” Then everyone else is too.
Where do you get the nerve to decide that your vote counts and mine doesn’t?
You get it by being blind to the forces inside you.
Wake up! Face your own self and find the gift you were put on this Earth to deliver. You’ve got one, I promise you.
Put down that DON’T TREAD ON ME flag and look in the mirror.