Violence lies deep and may be as difficult as Gabby's cryptic absurdity. Against the deep green standard we probably inflict it driving to work, before any road rage grips. There's endless philosophy on the violence of pen scratching paper and Nietzsche's highly unoriginal dive into the molten furnace of reality, only to return to masses that will not listen. Fascism's classic is the slogan, issued over and again because the public has endless ability to forget and is confused and probably revolted by multi-faceted argument. Resistance is often banal, like the furtive posting of Samizdat, yet the police state is absurdly gathering our underwear into airtight jars for the dogs to sniff before being set on our trail (a Stasi trick). Visits from female friends, spied behind the moving curtain next door, turn one's neighbour into the dreadful seditious lesbian dragged away by the Gestapo. Big Brother is built on petty informing and the suppression of any right to be heard other than in his socially approved hygiene. Those pesky, bastard freedom fighters - turned rent-a-mob-professional-protesters - made me late for work and spoiled the view. Who will be left to express the right to be heard when they come for Molly and Tony? Their protests will be heard, but we will all know how to listen to these "professional protesters" by then.
Rights are too slippery to define, either in terms of us having them or not. Does the foetus have a right to life or the woman the right not have the rapist's child? My answer favours the woman's choice, but does not address the issues of the sanctity of life. It doesn't get much easier on the right to be heard either. Do we not want abused kids to have the right to be heard? This doesn't stop Molly and Tony having points here - though one guesses we have to hear them, even if they don't have the crude insistence of the mob blocking my bus.
There is very little I want to listen to, so I make a poor advocate for any right to be heard. Most organisation of being heard seems little to do with rights anyway. Hitler was good at organising being heard speaking dreck. The television speaks through a thousand channels with nothing on. What could ever be listening, if it listens to such as this, to be worth uttering voice to? Build a holy tower bigger than this Tony!
I suspect the right to be heard has been usurped, suggesting I think there is one. We do it in classrooms, ostensibly so our good sense can be imparted without being drowned by gossip. Gabby has found splendid new ways never to listen on the grounds she hasn't worked out where she wants to start talking from, though overcome by smell wherever she happens not to want to say what she means to oafish ears unworthy of the endless deferment of origin on what she might say later.* This I can understand, in the sense of 'no need to listen'. Sharing some of Molly's view from the office and Tony's ire that a bunch of protesters is preventing timely delivery of his apple core to my ants, I'm inclined to think we have lost the plot on how to shake ourselves out of virtual reality, Outbreaks of wet-fish-slappy-to-the-face-dancing might help more.
We're going to war. Who amongst those of us surviving will be first to say they saw it coming and meant to do something about it? They won't make the mistake of having a draft this time and will recruit volunteers from mass poverty.
*The German word for this sentence actually has more letters in it, so something may be lost in translation..