Welcome to Part 1, Chapter 8 of 1984 by George Orwell, read aloud by PeachyTO, for your listening pleasure! I apologise if you were waiting for or may have missed an entry for this series last week. I took some extra time to produce this chapter as it was double the length of the others and had many different characters to portray.
In Chapter 7, a couple of weeks ago, we read about some familiar problems for anyone paying attention here in our modern world. Winston shares the misfortune of a few Party apostates whilst educating us on the nonsensical yet effective actions of authoritarian leaders enforcing illogical and unscientific theories meant to confuse and capture the malleable minds of the people. Gee, that sounds a tad familiar, hey?
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So go for a bathroom break and grab a snack because we're heading to the Proles for the next hour, and things might get a little crazy!
I understand HOW: I do not understand WHY.
As we near the end of Part 1, 8 being the final Chapter, Winston appears to be breaking bad, finding his inner lost rebel, and settling into habitual thoughtcrime. As long as we've known him, he has been assembling fragmented memories from his hazy past and opening up the floodgates to nagging truths about the manipulations of the Party, but it is in Chapter 7 that we start to see him question why?
Once you decipher why something is taking place, it can become easier to accept how it happened, which should finally open your eyes to figure out what to do next to mitigate change.
The proles might seem like the weaker of the two-tiered society in Orwell's world, and in fact, they may be, but only as long as they are kept ignorant and unassuming of their power. In actuality, they have the numbers and the communal relationships necessary to overthrow INGSOC, certainly more so than any random party revolutionaries who scarcely have the desire, nor a second, to take the risk of speaking to another member.
If there was hope, it must lie in the proles, because only there, in those swarming disregarded masses, 85 per cent. of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated. The Party could not be overthrown from within. Its enemies, if it had any enemies, had no way of coming together or even of identifying one another. ... But the proles, if only the could somehow become conscious of their own strength, would have no need to conspire. They need only to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies. If they chose they could blow the Party to pieces tomorrow morning. Surely sooner or later it must occur to them to do it? And yet - !
By keeping the proletariat low and slow and the comrades of the Party fully monitored, propagandised, unnourished, and isolated, the machine keeps chugging along.
It is supremely eerie when you consider that we, in the Western world, have also been subject to near identical foolishness as suffered by Oceanians, where the truism of mathematical equations dissolve into deceptions like two and two make five.
The latest political spin here in Canada, as stated by the senior leadership of the Ontario Mathematics Coordinators Association (OMCA) and reported by the National Review, is that the factual equation 2 + 2 = 4 is covert white supremacy.
This ridiculous assertion is one of a long list that our authoritarian and politically compromised leaders have been bombarding us with. Daily, we must roll over and accept anything they throw at us in this manufactured new world centred around their virtuous buzzwords 'equity' and 'inclusion.' Officials are always eager to demoralise and point a Machiavellian finger at the oppressor and oppressed, furthering the divide and conquer tactic they so favour.
How pitifully lacking, in purpose and identity, would one have to be to buy into this shite?
Authenticity begets autonomy and individualism, an admirable goal for a balanced and tolerant society. Free to be you and me, not some version of me that ticks all the boxes on another's idea of who or how I should be.
Freedom is being able to speak the truth candidly - not being compelled to comply with fantastical whims or deceitful ideology - without fear of reprimand, be they prole, Party leader, or Canadian citizen.
What do you think of the new math, science, and history that is being showered over the newer generations in the West? Are these bastardisations being solicited in your city or country?