A Plea for Freedom? What freedom?
Perhaps freedom is never ‘granted’.You
have to arrogate it, some say. The colonial powers, feeling free to do
so in view of their military superiority, claimed and brutally exercised
their ‘right’ to conquer foreign lands, subject, exploit and if thought
‘necessary,’ kill fellow human beings. Today, transnational corporations
exercise their freedom in many ways, in a world market that is becoming
an ever more ominous reality. Corporations control the mainstream media
and exercise their freedom of informing, distracting and deluding us, at
will. Today, many ordinary citizens, young and old, have come to take this
as a normal fact of life. “What can you do, what can you do about it, after
all?”, many ask and shrug their shoulders. When the opportunity arises,
quite a few of us, having swallowed so much and having surrendered to the
‘fact of life’ that the other party was stronger and that they better give
in, are ready to elbow away a supposedly weaker fellow human being, if
only they can hope to realize a small gain.
There is another concept, another
awareness of freedom, of course. It is not anchored in discourse. It is
much more existential: something sensed, experienced. It is a sometimes
vaguely encountered, sometimes quietly and warmly lived, sometimes a joyously
and even exuberantly shared experience. And though not experienced like
this by all, something, its truest root, is present in all of us. It is
a deep longing inside human beings, whether they admit it or not, whether
they face it and embrace it, or suppress it, keeping it hidden from themselves.
But is there more to it than
this quality of being an immense (yet often muted, buried) longing?
Is it ‘just’ an ‘oceanic feeling’? I think this is already a lot, it is
very much and it should not be underestimated. For it is truly at the core
of all human ‘antennas’ for what freedom implies.
But something else is added
to this. That we are alone, and not alone. That each one of us must be
responsible for himself and what he does, and that he exists together with
others, and shares responsibilities with them, and for them, as they share
responsibilities, each one, for himself or herself, and for me.
Freedom therefore is inseparable
from a longing to be responsible above all to our truest inner voice, our
conscience, rather than to outside masters and to rules forced upon us,
with physical or psychic violence. It is a longing to preserve or, if almost
lost, regain something that is present in children, as long as deformation
has not set in.
But it is also a longing to
be aware of and in tune with our warm, loving, caring, life-asserting capacities.
The potential to be creative, to be trusting, to open up to others, to
sense and respond to their needs.
Such freedom has a lot
to do with a sense that we can change what is depressing and suffocating,
in us and in the world. That we can move walls that separate us from others
and keep us enclosed in a prison of petty concerns, of ‘normal’ selfishness
that ignores what is patently wrong in the world. And thus, especially,
the psychic and material needs of others.
If we want to understand what
freedom is, perhaps we can discover it in the curious and unafraid way
a child sets out to discover the world immediately at hand: the human and,
at the same time, not so human universe we are all born into. An imperfect,
and all but just world, where so much should worry us and turn us into
workers for a better world, a more human, more sisterly society. At least
if we kept our inner membrane that is so finely attuned to what is right
and what is wrong from being encapsuled in a shell. If we slowly or all
of a sudden discover again how to warmly and lovingly dissolve the psychic
armour that is formed by too many disappointments. By too much hardness
encountered and too much violence suffered. By too many beatings taken,
often when we were still quite young.
If we want to regain an understanding
of what freedom is, it doesn’t help that much to listen to politicians
preaching freedom and talking about the free world, our “free societies.”
It is too apparent that our “free societies” are not free, in many respects.
That the politicians and their speech-writers have recourse to shale jargon.
And the misuse of the words they claim to define by their usage would make
the words themselves turn hollow and meaningless if there were not other
uses, other contexts, different experiences. Like that experience of looking
at the stars, in a still night, far away from the lights of the city. And
turning quiet, suddenly. Free of any weight we might otherwise feel on
our shoulders, placed there by worrying and depressive circumstances. Like
the discovery that we can love. Like the discovery of the beauty of a poem,
or a film sequence, or a painting. Like all realization that brotherhood,
sisterly reaching out to others, is possible.
Freedom begins when we try the
impossible. That which we have been told so often cannot be done, without
being out of sync with “reality.” That which will “only hurt ourselves.”
Freedom begins with confidence in ourselves, with our ability to join hands.
And with our acts, our practical attempts, engaged upon alone and in cooperation
with others, that aim to make this world a place that is less of a battlefield
and a place of cut-throat competition where the weakest, again and again,
children, women, the poor and hungry of the world, animals and plants,
soils and rivers and seas, are asked to “pay the bill.”
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We Are Change
Schneider, "From Occupy Wall Street to Occupy Everywhere"
(The Nation, Oct. 31, 2011)
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