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Endgame, the Premises: Derrick Jensen

I’ve decided to begin writing again on Eve’s Daughter.  I’m going to finish up the premises of  Derrick Jensen’s work,  Endgame, and then move on to blogging my experience in becoming as self-sustaining as possible.  I’m getting chickens this year – maybe a goat, and I’m going to plant a garden.  I’m a complete novice with all of it, but what I’m lacking in experience I more than make up for with passion.  Still, it could get hilarious pretty quickly.

Premise Three:  Our way of living – industrial civilization – is based on, requires, and would collapse very quickly without persistent and wide-spread violence.

Premise Four:  Civilization is based on a clearly defined and widely accepted yet often unatrticulated hierarchy.  Violence done by those higher in the hierarchy to those lower is nearly always invisible, that is, unnoticed.  When it is noticed, it is fully rationalized.  Violence done by those lower on the hierarchy to those higher is unthinkable, and when it does occur is regarded with shock, horror, and the festishization of the victims.

Premise Five:  The property of those higher on the hierarchy is more valuable than the lives of those below.  It is acceptable for those above to increase the amount of property they control – in everyday language, to make money – by destroying or taking the lives of those below.  This is called production.  If those below damage the property of those above, those above may kill or otherwise destroy the lives of those below.  This is called justice.

Premise  Six:  Civilization is not redeemable.  This culture will not undergo any sort of voluntary transformation to a sane and sustainable way of living.  If we do not put a halt to it, civilization will continue to immiserate the vast majority of humans and to degrade the planet until it (civilization, and probably the planet) collapses.  The effects of this degradation will continue to harm humans and non-humans for a very long time.

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Independence Day Down

We’ve celebrated another 4th of July, another Independence Day, here in the good ole U.S. of A.  I’m reminded that it was just about a year ago that I began to fully awaken to a bigger picture and what that might mean for all of us.  A bigger picture of peak oil,  continued environmental destruction, irreversible climate change, the collapse of industrial civilization.  Patriarchial structures, forms and systems are disintegrating.   We’re being de-illusioned and some are more prepared than others.

The anxiety I feel at times is unbearable, the dread and despair palpable, the fear a living thing.  I never reached the assurance of the spiritually delusional although I must admit to trying.  My higher power is a fierce goddess who allows no shrinking from painful realities; she is the dark mother and she knows that to be transformed one must first go through the fire. 

Yesterday was hard for me because I no longer overly identify with being American.  I don’t feel like celebrating an empire that committed genocide to take the land, that has deforested and dammed and laid waste and continues to act stupidly in the face of global warming and ecocide.  An empire that fights false wars under false pretenses, an empire in which the few are filthy rich and the many are struggling to stay afloat.  An empire that will stop at nothing to exploit every last resource down to the last drop of clean water, the last ancient tree, the last salmon, the last wage slave. 

It’s difficult, to say the least, to navigate in a culture committed to maintaining the status quo, a culture that admits no wrong and still wants to grow, grow, grow when it’s become obvious to a lot of us that growth is about done on this planet.  People look at me funny when I say our way of life is over, that right now is as good as it’s going to get, when I ask them to store food or start a garden.  They don’t want to hear it. 

People want to debate with me about GMO’s and I’m not interested in debating.  There are enough people with enough opinions and I struggle to write here because I don’t want to be just another person spouting their opinion, but I guess that’s what I am.   They tell me GMO’s will feed the starving people, they will lessen herbicide use, they will save the world.  Bullshit.

They tell me to lighten up, go to church, read something uplifting.  On good days the anxiety feels more like excitement and I feel I was born for these times.  I think there’s a job for me, but I’m not clear what it is.  So I keep reading and learning; I don’t flinch; I don’t look away.  I form visions of how we will get through this and I hold them.

But right now?  It ain’t looking too good.