The stakes are so high now. For example, many European countries might make it clear that someone expressing Nazi hate speech, as Katie Hopkins did, is a security risk and is not welcome. This would serve to heighten the contrasts between the inclusive, multicultural, fully internationalist vision of Corbyn -supported by the youth and popular in most of our cities- and the insular, ultimately fascistic, perspective of the right. The question is, are liberals who see themselves as progressive capable of finally fully recognising the twin threats of a runaway right wing media and a tendency in the current Conservative Party towards isolationism? If so, they would pull out of Labour marginals, recognising the crucial importance of a Labour government that can work with Europe as well as clamping down on the excesses of the Press.
“Freedom” said The Doctor, “is the attainment of The Past as a resource. What came before was your confusion, your hurt, lashing out.”
He looked his new companion over, appraising them. They felt unnerved, patronised.
“You’ll figure it out.” he said, “Then we’ll be ready.”
“Ready to be a team.”
“We save Earth.”
The Doctor frowned. “I’ve done it once or twice before, you know. Even saved a whole solar system of Earths.”
“There’s no such thing!”
The Doctor smiled. “That’s what you think, is it?”
He set the controls and The Tardis came fully alive.
When a species overcomes the reactionary stage, when they begin to understand their own stories, they become members of The Alliance, which opens the gates to The Future and the free use of Time itself.
Struggling toward the Light, we fought against Belief. Then came Death & His Riders savouring their own stench; We had No Choice but to embrace The Ones Who rode along unseen. His Bride, His Mother, She Who Would Not Be Harnessed & Seven stinking child demigods, each uttering but one Word, tumbling along with a Terrible Wind, quarrelling heartily, slashing at each other with every weapon imaginable, from long talons and razor sharp teeth to blades of light and the Fires of Time itself.
They cleaved themselves Again & Yet Again, onward in a Rain of Blood, first dividing in two, foolishly forgetting Time flows neither like water nor emanates like the air but burns in the eye and heart of every-thing. Thus they saw only a Red River, and they drank and belched, thinking they propelled The Master toward where I stood empty handed. Yet I was not alone. They had their millions but I had billions and billions, and the secret of Alchemy.
A young man from outside the golden gates of the Shining City stole a purse. His people refused to give him up.
“You want him so you can dispense your justice. We will be happy to give him to you when you return all that has been stolen from us.” said an Elder.
“Two wrongs don’t make a right.” said an angry man with a flushed face, wagging his finger.
“Two!” replied the Elder. He turned to look at the lands beyond the gates. “Can you return the dead to life?”
“Of course not!” said the angry man. “We are addressing your concerns.” His face relaxed. “You understand there is a lot of paperwork to be done.”
“When justice is understood, we all shall have it.” said the Elder, walking away.
We all know what happened next.
Does anyone know what justice is? It surely isn’t blame. Punishment based on individual responsibility for individual actions is injustice, denying history and science. Yet if we could untangle all the forces responsible for an action we would surely end up at the big bang.
Do we have a deep need for punitive reparative justice that cannot be unseated? Do we need lies about justice to live and if so is this sustainable in the future? Is it not an infinite injustice to deprive anyone of liberty? Can suffering be audited?
I desire to understand justice. I have witnessed the depths of depravity and communed with gods. I have thrown inhabited planets into stars. I have set loved ones on fire and marvelled at the beauty. Guilt has eaten away at my flesh.
I especially want to know because my ego was in that purse.