IT HAS got to the point where it feels as if life is being censored on every single level. We are categorised as a result of the views which in theory we are completely within our rights to express. Incorrect.
The society we live in has no desire to accept us as individuals or to encourage inquisition, but rather to lump us into two completely polarised camps – good, i.e. in support of lockdown/saving Gran/condemning Trump/waving a BLM banner, and bad, i.e. morally degenerate! Insensitive! Selfish! (if we are not doing the former.)
As a third-year university student, I have always been taught – moreover encouraged – to inform myself, read widely, construct an opinion that I can back as a result of a range of sources and research. Failure would be submitting an essay which pulled only on the first source on the reading list.
So why has challenging the norm, in this case the glorious BBC, become demonised as conspirational and thoughtless? Why would I not challenge a propaganda campaign which bears stark resemblance to posters we studied in Year 9 History of Nazi Germany and the USSR?
Society has become so grossly infatuated with and tunnel visioned by doing the ‘right thing’, resulting in a constant torrent of virtue-signalling, finger-pointing and moral questioning. As a transgressive member of the ‘woke’ community, even uttering any of these opinions is building my own fire on which to be burnt. It seems that any opportunity to morally sell ourselves is seen as a success, even if the grounding behind these virtuous acts is actually highly flawed – it’s all very well to play by Boris’s rules when you’re sitting in your John Lewis living room, sustained by Waitrose hummus, Good Morning Britain and ‘all the money we’re saving by not going on holiday!’
One of the things I find most difficult is the privilege shaming that the woke crowd attach to having an alternative (see informed/educated/rational) opinion. Suggesting that we have lost our basic human freedoms makes me ‘privileged to have had freedom in the first place’; crossing the wires between entitlement and Basic. Human. Rights.
Questioning the efficacy of lockdown and mentioning the groundbreaking principle of cost-benefit analysis makes me the quintessential ‘granny killer’. Believing that maybe, just maybe, there are bigger things at play here makes me mad, a conspirator, a denier, etc. And perhaps most frustrating – challenging the fact that lockdown has been normalised in the space of ten months, psychological abuse and constant lies at the hands of the Government is now a given (see Biderman’s chart of coercion) is apparently just ‘the way it is now’. It completely baffles me that young, intelligent, ‘up to date with current affairs’ students and adults aren’t even bothering to question what is happening.
The whole situation fills me with anger, with dread and most of all with fear. Not of the ‘deadly’ Covid, but for the future. As society attempts to salvage this car crash, the people at the head will be the current woke herd: virtuous Instagram stories, blood-free hands, Waitrose kimchi and all. Help.